"… Lies… lies… Lies!" cried Linda.
"… and if you girls were so pissy-ass close, why the hell didn't she pass on that little tip to you?"
Linda buried her face in her hands and began to sob.
Then the car abruptly swerved and her heart sank even farther as she saw that Brad had turned off the main road, and was now driving along a rugged, narrow path, deep into the forest thickets. She gazed out at the bright blue-skied world, the sunshine… (all her dear sweet yellows!) It was the clearest broad daylight… the whole countryside resembled a pastoral flood of peace and tranquility. And here was this thundering atrocity of a man ready to take her by force… so uncaring in his disdain, so thick-bodied and rampaging in his lust. And she saw the doom ahead, knowing her whole life would lie in ruin if she resisted him. That's if he didn't beat her to death, a thought with which she scared herself so silly that she hacked out another bloodcurdling shriek. "Ohhhhhaieah!.. You sick, plundering fool, this is ' adultery, don't you know that? You're an adulterer!"
"Now Linda, that is a Goddamned lie, because I'm not even married. Which means that you are the only one who's about to commit a mortal sin here today, you naughty nymph! Aw baby, do you know how many years I've been wanting to see those big jugs of yours close up? And honey, once I lick a nipple, it stays licked…!
I knew it, she thought, he's a pervert… an unnatural degenerate. And she began to weave and rock back and forth in her seat…
Brad parked the car in a patch of undergrowth which completely hid them from the road.
Linda now wept uncontrollably, pressing her thighs so fiercely together that they chafed. "Don't hurt me!.. Oh Please don't hurt me!"
Brad sighed. "Look, sweetie, to me that just means you're afraid I might forget to treat you rough, so you want to remind me."
"Ooooh… you… are… Twisted!"
Brad shifted about in his seat and stared at the bulging rotundities of her bosom. Then he started to undress. "Come on, Queenie. Last one in the hay's a rotten testicle."
Linda groaned and quivered with revulsion. And, as if in answer, they heard a clumping, rustling noise from among the trees. "Ahhh! Someone's here!" she cried wildly, her eyes full of victory-glee. "It's the Sheriff, or a game-warden… oh, someone's here to help me!"
She stuck her head out of the window and yelled: "HELP!" And came face to face with a deer. A lovely, startled doe. Who was now before them, all still and poised. And then gone.
"You oughta watch them ride sometime, honey," said Brad, "you'd learn something." He had stripped down to his trousers, Linda backing away from him as she eyed the curling black hairs on his husky chest, the broad, powerful shoulders.
"Blindfold me!" she screamed. "If I'm to be torn and broken by a gorilla, I don't want to see it happening!"
Brad gaped at her, trying to figure out why she was giving such a strenuous performance, when they both knew they were about to have the ball of their lives. "Jesus, anyone'd think you'd never been banged before. But you forget, I know David too well to think you two've been having nothing but a spiritual relationship all these years…"
"But damn you, David and I are normal… We're not like you!"
With this remark, Brad's vengeful fury returned full-force. "Oh knock it off, Linda, you're gonna find I'm every inch as normal as David, only more so!" Watching her face, he crudely unzipped himself and yanked out his swelling flushed tong of an erection. It was an enormous, unwieldy member and he was able to get his whole hand around it, as he grinned lewdly at her and waved it back and forth. Linda cringed, but was unable to avert her eves from that obscene and fascinating exposure. She tried to feel consoled that it wasn't quite as long as David's. But oh dear God, it was so much thicker!.. a wide flaring torture-iron… her Nemesis, surely!
Excited by the ambivalent emotions he saw on her face, Brad suddenly reached for her and crushed her body close to his. Linda squirmed and panted as she felt his huge hot mouth lunging and swabbing against hers, the wet feel of his lips a burning nuzzling intensity as he jabbed his tongue between her lips… mumbling and snarling: "Suck my tongue, pretty baby… suck it or I'll bite your lips 'til they bleed!" Linda whimpered, but in another second Brad groaned as he felt her soft lips puddle and surround his plunging tongue… held her tighter and grabbed a handful of her golden hair to keep her head steady while his mouth dug and swallowed and pulled at hers and she felt the fleshy vibrations of his groans as he made a ravenous jungle feast of her lips. Linda had never been kissed like that in her life, and it made her feel so filthy and wanted and excited and terrified all at once. And oh God, confused! For how could the mouth of this vulgar man be causing so many undisciplined tremors between her legs?
Brad seized her hand and forced it down between his legs, pressing her fingers around the wedge-like head of his cock, then letting its throbbing bulge nub against her palm. "Anhh no!" she murmured against his lips, "I can't… Oh I mustn't touch it… Please don't make me!" But not removing her hand, her fingers much too astonished by the fantastic thickness of the knob, the feeling of life it had… ooooh… the thrumming, the pulsing… as she kneaded it until some of Brad's old satyr-fuels began, and she shuddered from the swirling touch of it.
Brad pulled away and stared down at the homespun wifely mouth he'd ravished. "Aw, you silly bitch, you're not afraid! Jesus, you're so damned hot for it, you don't know whether to pee or pop. Can't take your little pinkies off that big whopper, can you?"
Linda felt tears of humiliation filling her eyes as she wished passionately that she were strong enough to fight him, or had a weapon… or wasn't so very alone and defenseless. But, realizing that Destiny had chosen to be cruel, she sighed fatalistically and continued to caress and squeeze the tremendous stiff rod in her hands, staring down at its glowing pastel flesh-hues as the tears rolled down her cheeks… Heavy rearing penis not her husband's… Alien burly man-muscles that would crucify and brand her. Ruthless beast-lover here before her in the stillness… ready to give her the forced-lashing, forced-feeding she'd dreaded all her life. The scalding terror grew for Linda, and God help her!.. she wooed the torment, fanned the base embers, oh… lost and cherishing fingers…!
"Hey, watch that hand, baby!" Brad suddenly knocked her arm away, then grit his teeth for a second to hold back the impending eruption. "Whew! That was a close one. You almost saw my automatic sprinkler-system in action, Princess, but I sure's hell didn't go to all this trouble to let you give me a hand-job. So baby, you crawl in the back and take off your clothes…"
The harsh dominant-male sound of his voice fired her anew, rumbling stone-age stud giving her orders? "NO!" she said defiantly. "I refuse to let you or any man see me naked… in broad daylight like this. I'm a very private person, and I… I think you go too far, Sir!"
"Oh bullshit!" Brad laughed, gazing at her tear-streaked face, her soft pouting lips, knowing so well what she wanted. And hell, maybe this was what David had to go through every night; not that a lot of freaky role-playing was new to him, since Joyce used to engineer wilder bits of business every time they tangled. "All right, sexpot, I'll undress you, if that's how you want it." So saying, he thrust out both his hands and cupped her swelling bodice, which heaved and rose as she gasped from the sudden touch of him-there!.. At those most hallowed mounds! Slowly, Brad reached around and unzipped the back of her dress, pulling the garment down around her shoulders to reveal the billowing twin bursts of her bra… the trembling quivers of her body causing his member to expand and trickle again… "Ooooh doll, you sure want these hands on you!.. Bet you could die with my hands doin' this… and this… here… and here… huh, baby…?" With his fingers he tightly traced the outline of her nipples, moaning out his pleasure as he felt them harden… his favorite kinda magic!.. And he leaned his big shaggy head down there and kissed each swelling rigidity, pressing his lips against the fabric of her bra, blowing his steamy bourbon-breath into the garment and its cradled flesh…