stared up at him, trembling again with sudden fear. Her other hand relaxed from around his hardened cock, and he was moving, pulling away from her and getting up to his knees.
He was angry and upset. 'Damnit! I hated to do that to you, but you're not going to make a fool out of me!' he roared as he flung a knee over her chest and straddled her. 'Now, you can suck it! Suck my cock… all the way!'
'Oh, God! No! Don't make me do… that!' Cheryl sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks now in a flood.
But, there it was only an inch from her mouth. She was repulsed with the very idea of it. Ugh! I can't do it! Before she could protest further, he had gripped her lower jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks to force it open.
Against her will, her mouth flew open, and Gene leaned forward. His warm, smooth and rubbery cock-head slid in between her lips, and he was warning her, 'Just suck it, Cheryl! If you try to bite my cock, by God, I'll knock your head off!'
She gagged, but he kept her head straight, holding it with both hands now, as he bored into her, shoving almost half the hardened length of his aching cock into her mouth. Chagrined at not having been able to carry through her diversion, her attempt to stimulate him with her hand to the point of ejaculation, and disgust with the act Gene was now forcing her to perform, twisted in Cheryl's mind like a double-edged blade. All during the seven years of her marriage to Frank she had steadfastly refused him that. Now that the tables were turned on her, and she fought against the nausea which churned in her belly, Cheryl wondered if this were not worse than the alternative of being raped the regular way. Ugh! That's what he'd be doing anyway, only he's using my mouth!
There was no escaping it now. She had to do it! The boiling rage in him, she sensed, could explode into real violence, more than just the slap on the cheek. It still stung, and she knew that her face showed the reddened imprint of his hand. Desperately, she hoped that no bruise would show.
Tentatively, experimentally, Cheryl hollowed her cheeks and exerted a suction on the strange presence filling her mouth.
'That's it!' His attitude was softening now. 'And, use your tongue, too.'
She tried it and heard his gasp of pleasure. Somehow, then, she knew that she would be able to do it, as she swirled her tongue around and around the throbbing, satin-smooth head of his cock. There was something else happening to her, too. Her throat was relaxing, and she was absorbing more and more of his thick, turgid length into her mouth and part way down her throat.
But, beyond that, the knowledge that she was giving him exquisite pleasure seemed to blunt the lewdness of it, for she felt the burning flame of her own arousal all the more. Her breasts tingled, still, from his kissing, sucking caresses, and below, between the fleshy lips of her cunt, she felt the moisture that bedewed the petals of her inner lips. Suddenly, she wondered: How would it feel… if someone were doing the same thing… to me? She had heard about it, of course. Frank's always been wanting to do it to me! Then she remembered:… and, that's what women do to each other! That's what Charlotte wanted to do to me! God! Would I have let her? The memory of how she had responded to the other woman… and how she had fled in panic, fearful of that reaction, afraid that she might be tempted, caromed around inside her skull.
Now, she was accepting almost all of Gene's lust-hardened male-flesh into her mouth. She kept her lips pressed tightly around its massive girth, trying to keep up a steady sucking pressure, while he rocked above her and drove his expanding cock in and out of her mouth, using it as a substitute vagina. Her mind whirled with another idea, new and pristine to her. That's it! He's using my mouth like another vagina, but there's no possibility of my getting pregnant! With this revelation, all fear and repugnance began to melt away from her, as she examined this new idea. She wasn't ready to accept it totally, as yet, but the pervading fear of another unwanted pregnancy was suddenly more remote.
She should have known that it would happen. Gene Barber's breath rasped gaspingly in his throat, as with insane force he rammed the full length of his demanding cock in and out of her mouth, rocking her head, even as he still held if in place with both hands. Suddenly, without warning he cried out his satisfaction, 'AAAaaaagh!' And, his penis jerked violently, hosing the hot white liquid of his sperm deep into her throat.
It surprised her, forcing her to swallow hard, time after time, as his thickly spewing semen flooded into her throat. Oh, God! I didn't think about that! It was done. Gene held himself rigidly in place, his cock pumping lurchingly in her mouth, and gradually his grip on her head relaxed. 'God! That's it! That's good! Oh, that feels good!'
Cheryl surprised herself then. She wanted to keep on sucking, wanted to lap up the very last drop of his semen, which she did, until finally the once rock-hard shaft of his penis began to soften in her mouth.
After long moments, Gene relaxed completely, and with another moan, he pulled his flaccid cock from her mouth, glistening with her saliva.
'You fooled the hell out of me!' he said, looking down at Frank Paynter's wife fondly as he crawled from on top of her, swung his legs off the bed and stood up. The lawyer was reaching for his shorts. Slipping them on, he continued, 'Because you made all that fuss, then you sucked me off just like you'd been doing it all the time!'
'It was the first time ever,' Cheryl said. 'The very first time.' She watched him dressing, feeling an aching void and wished that he wouldn't get dressed and leave, her so soon.
'Well it won't be the last, I'll bet! I'll be coming back to you, doll… for some regular fucking tonight!' He wasn't being very perceptive. Had he watched her closely, he would have seen the signs of her arousal, but something perverse in him was leading him to leave her, now that he had gotten his satisfaction.
Inside her brain, an inner voice screamed: Why not now? God! If he'd only stay… a little while longer… and love me a little. But, she wouldn't ask him. No! She couldn't say to him: 'I need it too! I want you to fuck me! I'm all aroused, now… and if you want me, I'm yours to do with… whatever you want!' No! She'd never be able to say things like that… so she lay there, wanting him, needing him, and in a few moments he was dressed and looking down at her.
'It was great, baby… and like I was saying, we'll get something going tonight… with Nancy, maybe, if you want.'
'Yes… maybe…' She felt completely let down.
He's really going to leave! She didn't need promises. It was him she wanted… and right then, but he was blind to her need. He left her there alone on the bed, naked, aroused… and unfulfilled.
Dry-eyed, Cheryl stared at the closed door in bafflement; then, as if they had a mind of their own, her hands came up to cup her still tingling breasts, caressingly, her fingers rolling her half-hardened nipples to erect attention, again.
It was another thing she had never done, but in a few moments, her hands stole down urgently to her pussy-slit, a finger sliding downward in the fleshy groove to rub at the erect and sensitive bud of her clitoris. God! I can't help it! I've got to do it!
… and, in the next few minutes, using her fingers, she came to a satisfactory climax, in spite of all of those early ingrained taboos.
Afterward, as she thought about it, turning it over in her mind, she wondered if this were not a beginning… rather than the ending she had feared… but, there are some things I don't understand… and I've got so many things to learn!
CHAPTER FOUR
Nancy Barber was more relaxed now; she wasn't as frantically worried as she had been when they had first removed Jim Harding's inert, unconscious body from his wrecked plane.
After he had been moved inside and carried upstairs to his own bed, she had taken complete charge of him. There was a nasty bump, on his forehead in combination with a superficial cut, which she had dressed. Then, in the privacy of his bedroom, she had undressed him completely, examining his body thoroughly for other injuries. She found a bruise on his chest and another cut on his knee. He also had a badly sprained wrist; otherwise, there were no serious injuries that she could find.
