"Oooouuggghh…!" Dianne cried out in an ecstatic wail of blissful joy, their naked bodies writhing in a wild, uncontrolled series of obscene spasms, the result of their bursting orgasms foaming back and down out of Dianne's ravenously milking vagina in a white, creamy torrent which flooded hotly over the teenager's cock and balls. For a long while they continued to batter against each other in wildly resounding lust…!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The effects of the drug which Dianne Keller had unknowingly taken into her body through the Bacardi in her Cuba Libres were still heating the sensually stimulated girl for many hours into the night, long after she had left an exhausted and sleeping Kye to go into her own room. The incessant arousal smoldering in her belly and down between her legs drove Dianne to fingering herself into a series of wild climaxes in the darkness, the last one aided by the handle of her hair brush. With her long legs nakedly drawn up and back until her knees were touching her shoulders, her still swollen breasts flowing over her chest beneath them, she obscenely plunged the brush handle with a wild fucking motion in and out of the hungrily grasping hole in her hungrily upraised loins, while with the other she stroked and caressed the flaming little bud of her erectly palpitatingly clitoris in an insane effort to put out the lustful, unceasing fire incredulously tormenting her. At last, near exhaustion herself, yet still filled with maddening desire, she had been tempted to quietly steal into Kye's room and coax Sergeant to follow her back to her own bed, the lascivious thought of his long, thick animal-hardness battering into her seething pussy wantonly irresistible… But instead, she realized upon awakening, that she had mercifully lost consciousness.
It was almost noon the following day when she opened her eyes to a smiling Kye who was gently jostling her by the arm. For a long moment, it hardly occurred to the sleep-benumbed Dianne that she lay uncovered on her bed and stark naked. When she did discover the fact, she bolted upright with a start, drawing her thighs up tightly together as she crossed her arms over her lush breasts to feebly shield them from his young, ogling eyes.
"Kye! What're you doing in here…?" she embarrassedly snapped, sensing the flush to her cheeks as she gaped at him.
"It is the telephone, Mrs. Dianne! Captain Mark is waiting to speak to you! I knocked but you do not hear me, so I have to come in…!"
"Mark is on the phone, now?" Dianne interrupted the explaining teenager who was still avidly smiling at her.
"Yes, very much waiting for you, Mrs. Dianne!" he said, quickly scooping up her green silk gown from where she had tossed it over the chair and handing it to her. "Here, I will look the other way if you want!"
Dianne's memory bank overflowed then, filling her with a wave of scarlet-cheeked confusion, the full impact of shame yet to come. She swung from the bed, slipping the robe around her while he stood with his lean back to her, and then she, too, had to smile when she saw that he was grinningly watching her in the vanity mirror.
"Oh, you lusty young devil!" she reprimanded, but gently enough, the ridiculousness of her sudden modesty at this point absurd even to her. "You and I are going to have a very long talk the moment I hang up that telephone. So don't go away…!"
With that, Dianne hustled to the phone, desperately trying to clear and prepare her mind… "H-Hello… Mark darling…?"
"Yeah, where were you, honey, in the bathtub?"
"Yes… yes, I was showering," she managed to lie with a light-hearted tone. After all, it was crowding twelve o'clock noon. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"That's okay. I just wish I'd been there to watch that sexy little event," he said.
"M-Me too, darling."
"Well, it won't be much longer, baby… but listen, Kye and Sergeant have to appear before a special hearing up here at the base tomorrow morning. They will have to fly up this afternoon. Can you make the arrangements and take them to the airport?"
"Why… certainly, darting," Dianne replied, a feeling of apprehension tightening in her belly. "I-Is there anything wrong, Mark? I mean… how does it look for them?"
"God, hon, I really can't say," he answered, his voice straining for an uplifting tone, she thought. "I'm trying to pull all the strings I can. How're they doing, anyway? Are you all getting along together?"
"Y-yes… yes, of course! W-We're doing fine, dear," Dianne finally got out, guiltily wondering if that might not be the greatest understatement she had ever made to him. Oh God! "But… but… Mark, they just can't send them back… can they?"
"Damn, baby, I wish I could say no, they can't… but the fact is that they can…"
"And you believe they will!"
"I didn't say that, Dianne," he hastened to correct, "but… well, just don't get your heart set on them staying… It'll be easier to take that way…"
"Oh Mark… just the thought makes me ill!" Dianne choked, the mixture of emotions tearing at her inside enough to make her burst out in a torrent of tears. "God, I've come to love them both so much, darling! They just can't send them back there! It would be inhuman…!"
"Dianne, for Christ's sake, get hold of yourself, honey!" his voice came sharply commanding over the wire to her. "I know how you feel, but you hardly know them. Kye is just one of millions of boys who have been bred and suffered in their crazy war, except that he's lived like a prince in comparison to some! Look, as much as we both want to help him, yeah, and the dog, too, we're going to have to go by the decision of the authorities! Now, the best we can do is hope, and I swear, baby, I'm doing everything I can for them!"
"Oh, I know you are, Mark darling. I-I'm sorry… I'm over emotional this morning, I guess…" the young, strung-out wife apologized, running fingers absently through her long blonde tresses while she stared unseeingly with the tears that had welled up into her eyes.
"I understand, doll. Believe me, I do…"
But he didn't, she knew. There was no way he could understand, for even she couldn't analyze the almost frantic love and possessiveness for both the boy and his dog which had taken such a lecherous hold of her! It was not only warped and wanton, it was as addictive as the most depraved drug habit, and though only moments before she had been prepared to admonish her young lover that neither of them could ever let, nor expect such lewd sexual acts to happen between them again, now she was desperately frightened that they wouldn't…!
"Dianne… Dianne…? Are you still on…?"
"Y-Yes, yes, Mark, I'm here… I-I was thinking what would be the best thing to do…"
"Well, after you hang-up, call the airport and find out when they can catch a flight up here," he said, detailing her necessary moves. "Try to get something into Riverside and not L.A… Then, you'll have to call me back and let me know their arrival time. That's all, outside of taking them to the airport… and keeping that cute little chin of yours up the way I remember it. Now, how about it, baby, can you handle it?"
"Yes, of course, I can, darling," she managed, firming her voice for him. "I'll take care of everything on this end. And you, Mark…? When am I going to have you for good…?"
"Just a few days, angel. Hang tight a little longer if you can. Can I count on you?"
"Y-You bet, lover!"
"Okay… okay… then, let's leave it right there! I'll wait for your call back… and here's the number…"
At three-thirty that afternoon, it was a weepy, lonesome Dianne who returned to their ground-floor apartment with a sensation of emptiness she could only compare to walking into her grandfather's home an hour after they had buried that loveable man. Never had she felt such an emotion of loss as she had on that day, for her Grandpa had been very dear to her. But she knew it again now, and there was no Grandma, aunts, uncles and other relatives to help share and minimize it. The morose feeling was one she had to endure alone.