She didn't hear the door to the bedroom open and close softly; nor did she hear the soft click of the bolt as it was shot into place. It was not until she turned away from the closet, the hangered dress in her hand that she saw him standing there close behind her.
'Oh!' she gasped. 'What… what are you… doing here?' Reflexively, she flipped the dress around in front of her to cover her partial nakedness, her face flushing in quick embarrassment.
Gene Barber had watched her rummaging in the closet, getting a good view of her petite, yet voluptuous figure from the rear, and as she turned to face him, his eyes had devoured her. He smiled amiably at her discomfiture and said, 'Don't get worked up, Cheryl. I saw you running away from Charlotte… and I got the idea that you don't go for that lesbian stuff!'
'You're right, I don't!' Cheryl snapped. 'And now that you know, you can get out of my bedroom!'
He came close, standing easily before her, and he saw that she was trembling; then, he took the hanger from her hand and tossed the dress to the top of the tiny chest of drawers.
Taken aback by his bold action, Cheryl was too flabbergasted to object, and in the next instant she found herself enfolded in his arms and crushed tightly up against his paunchy body. Then, he was hissing, 'But, I've got a pretty good idea that you do go for the real thing between a man and a woman!'
She found her voice, then. 'Let go of me or I'll scream for help!'
'No you won't because there'd be nobody to help you!'
'My husband!'
'Like hell!' Gene said, as his hands slid caressingly down her back to find the soft fullness of her buttocks. 'He's all tied up with Charlotte again!'
God! It was true! The only other man in the lodge was Jim Harding, who lay injured in his bedroom. Futilely she struggled to escape his imprisoning hands, as he reached up to fumble with the clasps of her bra. There was no doubt at all in her mind as to his intention. He's going to rape me! The clasp was open, now, and her brassiere was practically off already. With a supreme effort, she twisted away from the pudgy lawyer and ran toward the door. He caught her easily, jerked the bra from her and propelled her toward the bed.
'Take it easy, baby! I'm not going to hurt you! That's the last thing I'd ever want to do to you!' His voice was soft.
He pushed her down onto the bed and looked down into her frightened blue-green eyes. He went on, 'We're just going to have some fun with each other!'
'You mean you're going to rape me, don't you?' she whined up at him, shuddering as she pronounced the word.
Leaning over her supine form, Gene hooked his fingers into the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and with a swift downward tug rid her of her final garment. She lay naked and cringing on the bed, attempting to cover her shameful nakedness with one forearm across her breasts, while one hand went down to cover the soft, brown curls of her pubic mound.
'Rape?' he queried. 'That's the wrong word. I'm going to fuck you, yes! But, rape you? Hardly! You're going to cooperate, and that definitely isn't rape!'
Wide-eyed with fear, she watched as the pudgy lawyer began to take off his wool shirt then unbuckle his trousers. At that instant, her vision began to dim swimmingly as her tears brimmed over and ran down her cheeks.
'What makes you think I'd ever let you?'
'Well, you know what your husband's been doing?' His shirt and trousers were off, now, and she saw that beneath the slight overhang of his paunch his penis bulged out against the cloth of his boxer-type shorts.
'Y-Yes.'
'Maybe what you don't know is that he doesn't care whether you do the same or not! As a matter of fact, I understand that he'd just as soon you did. So I'm going to oblige him!'
'Frank said he wanted somebody else to… to…?'
'To fuck you!' Gene finished. 'Turn you on… and fuck the ass off of you!'
Whatever remnant of belief she had in the possibility of saving her marriage vanished, bursting like a soap bubble before her very eyes, but leaving the very tangible reality of Gene Barber's jutting cock, long and thick and throbbing vibrantly as he divested himself of his shorts to reveal its hardened, naked state to her disbelieving and staring eyes. Oh, no! God, no! She couldn't really believe it. Frank? My husband wants me to… to do it… and be an adulteress…?
Cheryl stared up at him, her tear-dimmed eyes locking onto the pulsating shaft of his cock, seeing it massive and hard, and she knew that if she didn't do something — and soon — to avoid it, he was going to shove that horrible thing into her unwanting vagina… and do it to her. Do it was the nearest she could come to say, or even think, of the act of copulation. To be sure, Frank, her husband, always used those words, but she had a knack for screening them out, ignoring them, as she had just now with Gene Barber.
Then he was crawling up onto the bed. Cheryl was still lying crosswise on the bed, and as he came to her, he growled, 'Come on, Cheryl, baby, get straight in the bed!'
She didn't move. He moved her himself, hauling her bodily into position. Then he was over her, his mouth finding hers and plastering itself wetly to her lips, as his tongue darted out to probe between them. She was holding her lips tightly together, her teeth clenched, and after a moment, he gave it up, grating down at her, 'Well, hell… kisses are a waste of time anyway!'
'You're wasting all your time!' she hissed up at him angrily. 'I'm not going to let you do anything to me!'
In the back of her mind an idea began to form. She turned it around and around, considering it for a moment. It's a way, at least of keeping him from going all the way with me! She decided in favor of it, on the instant, congratulating herself for her cleverness.
Now, the pudgy lawyer was slithering downward, his greedy hands going out to her breasts, his mouth following to capture a hardening nipple to suck. He cupped and massaged her breasts caressingly, finding them small but firm, yet softly pliant in his hands. As he nibbled on her pink, berry-like pop, feeling it elongate and harden between his lips, he was pleasantly surprised to feel Frank's wife's hand go down between them to the pulsating shaft of his rock-hard cock. Damn! He grinned to himself, pleased that she seemed to be changing her mind. That just proves the point! You can never believe what a woman tells you!
Cheryl found the warm, hard and throbbing rod of maleness, discovering that her fingers couldn't encircle it. It's huge! Tantalizingly, she moved her fingers around the head of it, spreading the lubricating fluid oozing from its slitted tip all around the corona making it slippery. As she did it, she felt its involuntary lurch and knew that she had given him an erotically stimulating set of sensations. Encouraged, she began to move her tiny, white hand up and down its turgid length with slow and deliberate movements. Now… if I can only keep it up long enough…
Now, one of his free hands slid down across the flat plane of her belly and moved straight to the softly curling cushion of her pubic hair. She clamped her thighs tightly together and hoped that he wouldn't be able to find her clitoris right away.
It was a desperate game she played, in which she had decided that her best defense was an active offense. Below, Gene's hand rubbed at her genital mound caressingly for a moment before he used a finger to slide down between the fleshy lips of her cuntal slit in search of her clitoris. Deftly, Cheryl squirmed her hips around to thwart him, while at the same, time, her own hand began stimulating the length of his cock even more, sliding boldly up and down its hard, throbbing length with ever more urgency. She felt it jerk crazily in her hand, felt its further expansion and thought jubilantly: God! I might be able to do it!
Suddenly, Gene realized what she was doing. Why the little bitch! He raised his head and looked down at her with baleful eyes, even as his hips were flexing involuntarily in tempo with her now insanely pumping hand up and down the shaft of his cock.
'Goddamn you!' he choked. 'You're trying to jerk me off, aren't you?'
He reached down to stop her… make her take her hand from his expanding cock, but she held it tightly, resisting his efforts to stay her stimulating hand. 'Stop! Damn it! Stop!' he cried.
'No! I won't stop… not until it shoots off!' She was desperate.
'You little bitch! You think you're pretty damned smart don't you? Well, I'll teach you a lesson!' His hand shot out, and came down hard in an open slap across her face.
'OOOOooooh!' she moaned.
It was over for her, at that instant. Her offense had crumbled into nothing, as she put a hand to her face and
