his head, her grotesque sucking mouth instigating a feeling of mild revulsion to blend with the sensations of lust she had aroused in him.
He'd been a fool… a blind fool! He'd betrayed the love of his beautiful sweet Laurie for this evil, power- hungry bitch! Oh God… he hoped it wasn't too late… He tried to think, but she'd begun to suck harder, nipping now and then with her small white teeth, and he couldn't contain the grunts of carnal delight rolling from his lips. Suddenly, she slipped her hands beneath his buttocks, cupping his ass-cheeks in her small palms, raising his loins up tighter to her face, her tongue lashing at his prick furiously. A sadistic desire to hurt her, destroy her, suddenly overwhelmed him. He rammed his pelvis up at her face and watched his cock disappear into her throat as she plunged her mouth down onto it acceptingly with a tormenting hum that vibrated to the very depths of his bowels.
His brain whirled in erotic confusion. Vaguely, he'd hoped that she might choke, but she didn't, only the continuing blissful sucking and the rising and falling of her head, the pink ridges of flesh pulling from her mouth as her lips clung possessively to his prick, her tits jouncing, swinging as she labored over him, tiny beads of moisture forming on the sides of her soft, voluptuous body, the hot breaths from her nostrils taunting the hairs of his pelvis as she lowered her head, absorbing his throbbing cock into her throat cannabalistically… bobbing up and down, up and down… sucking insanely, as if to draw the very marrow from his bones… until tiny cyclones of seething pressure began to build in his balls, and he stiffened and thrust his cock up at her driving it even further into her moist, sucking mouth.
'Oh Christ, you bitch!' he blurted viciously. 'Suck it, damn you! Harder! Harder!' And he clenched his teeth and drew his lips back savagely… because… because here it comes! He was going to come right in her whore mouth! He groaned gutturally, his throat and mouth torturously dry as his pumping balls began to force the hot, thick sperm in wild jerking spurts up through the shaft to spew spasmodically from its tip in long white streams, causing her cheeks to bloat and hollow as she swallowed rapidly the thick deluging gushes to keep from choking. He wound his hands in her hair with brutal force as she continued to suck frantically and he shot his hot semen deep into her hollowing throat, clutching at her head, finally locking his fingers behind it and ramming his squirting prick even further and further into her receptive gullet… until at last, he was empty, letting free and falling back while she coughed and gasped to catch her breath… still, she continued to suck, but gently now as his member fell limp, deflating in her mouth while she drew and licked the last drop from it.
'That's it,' he said, his voice hoarse, raspy from the dryness of his throat. 'I-It's all over, Dianne… that was the finale… the finish… the bloody, fucking end.'
Slowly, she raised to her knees, brushing her long hair back, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to ensnare a thin string of his sperm that had dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She stared at him blankly. 'Wh-What's that supposed to mean?'
He jerked his legs from around her and swung about to sit up on the side of the bed. He didn't look at her. He said: 'Exactly what you're afraid it means… I'm through… leaving… checking out, while I've still got a piece of my soul left… before you get all the strings attached to my hands and feet the way you almost did to my prick. I've had it, Dianne… woke up, so's to speak. Puppet number two is leaving you.'
He might have struck her a blow with his fist, the effects would have been the same. Momentarily, Dianne just knelt there, rotating back on her haunches, her mouth dropping open loosely, her eyes gaping in disbelief. 'Y- You're insane,' she half whispered. 'You don't know what you're saying…'
'That's where you're mistaken,' he replied confidently. 'For the first Goddamned time, I do know what I'm saying. I'm like the drug-user who's finally and triumphantly kicked the habit. I'm cured, Baby, cured of you.'
Phillip arose, walking toward his clothes and Dianne came off the bed like a wild, wounded cat. She caught at his arm, her long nails raking his flesh as she tried to spin him around to face her.
'Goddamn you!' she spat. 'Just who do you think you are, anyway? Whatever gave you the idea you could walk out on me? You… you little two-bit ballot-box stuffer! Nobody… but nobody talks to me that way, and especially you.' Her face contorted, twisted evilly into a maniacal leer the likes of which he could never have imagined possible. 'So… you've finally woken up… going back to that sweet little bitch you're married to, eh…? Well now, let me enlighten you somewhat there, too…'
Her almost insane rage had taken Phillip aback. He hadn't expected her to be overjoyed, but this performance… He watched her storm to a dresser drawer, pull out an envelope and nakedly stomp back toward him, a wicked sneer masking her face. She thrust the envelope at him: 'Brace yourself, Darling,' she hissed. 'I'm afraid you're in for a shock.'
Phillip couldn't believe it! Quickly, he shuffled through the horrible pictures, dwelling only seconds on each, unable to cope with the vile abominations each print reflected up at him. Dear Jesus! It couldn't be true! It couldn't! Not his sweet, shy Laurie…! Yet, there she was, naked between two men, her face an expression of raw lust, their pricks fucking into her mouth and cunt…!
'I-I can't believe it,' he gasped, looking up at her blankly. 'Wh-Where… how…? My God.'
'Pretty aren't they, Darling? Never knew that you had such a talented wife, now, did you?'
'I-I just don't understand…' Phillip babbled. He walked to a chair and sat down in it heavily, hardly aware of his nakedness any longer.
Dianne moved to the chair-arm and sat down beside him. She slipped an arm around his neck and drew his head against her firm naked breast.
'Don't you see, Darling?' she half-whispered. 'It's you and me all of the way. We belong to each other and always have. Together, we can go on to great things… no limit, my sweet. I can make you Governor one day, maybe even President.'
Phillip sat in stunned silence, barely hearing her words. His world had surely and utterly collapsed. His own sweet, beautiful Laurie… Dear God… he loved her… loved her!
'I'm pregnant, Phillip… with your child,' Dianne said softly. 'We must plan for that now.'
Those words filtered through to him… registered. He withdrew his face from her grasp and looked up at her. Slowly, it dawned upon him how well she had set her traps, how much she intended holding him. Then, he smiled… until finally, he laughed at her.
'So, you're pregnant… and with my child, eh?' he spoke softly.
She, too, smiled. 'Yes, Darling. Isn't it wonderful…?'
'It would be… if it were possible, Dianne,' he said evenly, still smiling, but the expression slowly fading. 'You see, I can't father any children… the unfortunate result of the operation on my lung. Remember, dear? Months of antibiotics and other medication had its reaction. I'm as sterile as a hospital laboratory. No… it seems as if you'll have to tag someone else for the job… maybe even your husband, eh?'
Dianne stared at him for a long moment, an obvious feeling of disaster slowly taking hold of her. 'Y-You're lying.'
Phillip stood. 'Well, that should be easy to establish… if necessary,' he said, smiling.
She hadn't moved, only continued to gaze blankly at him. 'Dear God… dear God! It can't be Mark's. It just can't be!'
'Well… you'd know best about that,' Phillip shrugged. 'I hope for your sake you've kept some kind of record…'
'My God! It can't be Mark's! Don't you understand?' she wailed, her hands suddenly clutching at her face, 'Oh no, no, no, no…'
'Oh, I shouldn't think it would be quite that bad,' he said as he pulled on his shorts. 'Wives have children by their husbands every day…'
'Shut up!' she screamed, leaping to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks. 'My God… I don't want to have an imbecile! You understand? I'd kill myself first!'
'What the hell are you talking about… an imbecile? Are you out of your…?'
'Listen to me! Mark's… grandfather and grandmother… were brother and sister!' she managed, once more covering her face and dropping into the chair where he had sat. 'Now… now, do you understand?'
Phillip didn't answer. He merely stared at her. There was nothing to say, absolutely nothing that he could do… only get out of there, find Laurie… and crawl on his knees to her. Maybe… Oh God, just maybe, she would forgive him for what he was, and for what he had driven her to.
