Phillip had no idea how it would go once he saw Dianne again. It'd been a long time, months in fact, except for an occasional view of her on the street or some similar public place, and invariably she was always accompanied. He'd made no effort to contact her, only patiently bided his time. After their last meeting when Mark was running for State Senator, he doubted that she'd be very receptive; he'd driven her to a secluded spot on the pretense of taking her home, and raped hell out of her. He'd hardly expected the overwhelming greeting she had just extended them, and certainly not to be whisked through the house and out a back way to a waiting car.
"Where're we going?" he asked as she led the way, clinging to his hand.
"Someplace where we can talk in private, Darling," she said, slipping in behind the wheel of the Mercedes. "Come on, hurry before they look for us."
"But…"
"No buts, just hurry."
Phillip shrugged, circled the car and climbed in beside her. Why not? he thought. Let her play right into his hand if she wanted to; it would make it that much easier.
"The Judge's niece is a very alluring girl," Dianne said, once they were underway and she sped them through the night with seemingly definite purpose and direction.
Phillip looked over at her, his eyes dropping to her exposed full thighs beneath the hiked up skirt, the sheen of her nylon hose glistening in the faint illumination from the dash lights. He said nothing, but felt his penis stir at the sight and memory of those warm smooth legs when once they had been wrapped around him.
"Are you happy with her, Phillip?" she asked, her eyes on the road ahead.
"Very," he lied.
"I don't believe you."
"And why the hell not?"
"Because… you still love me," she said, glancing toward him with a smile he could only partially see. Her eyes reflected the street and dash lights and he could see them plainly.
"You always were a conceited bitch," he snapped, immediately irritated by her confidence, but satisfied to let it pass. Better she should think that way; it would help facilitate his plans. "Where are we going?" he asked, noticing that they'd reached the outskirts of the city.
"A cozy little roadhouse for a drink." She flicked him another pleasant side-glance. "They have some little doll-like cabins, too… in case you're in the mood for a return rape."
He sensed the flush in his face and was thankful for the darkness. "What makes you think I'd be interested?" he said, fumbling in his pocket for a cigarette.
"The last time we were together… remember?" she said. "I thought that a bed might be more comfortable on my back this time… if you decided to do it again."
Phillip could hardly believe his ears. She was openly, and not very cleverly, propositioning him… and he hadn't even laid a hand on her. Christ! "Look… what the hell is this all about, Dianne? Where are we going and why…?"
"I told you, Darling." Once more, she smiled in his direction. "I rented a little cabin for us this afternoon… where we can have a private drink, a little talk… and you can make love to me."
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, gaping at her. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Of course, I'm serious, Lover," she replied, laughing.
Suddenly, she slowed before a shabby, partially inoperative neon sign that read Capital Cabins when the Cs were lighted. She swung into the drive and along a narrow, dismal lane to park before the fourth unit, cutting the engine.
Phillip felt his throat growing dry. "I don't see any roadhouse," he said, looking around him into the depths of the night. "And I can't think of a damned thing we've got to talk about…"
"Oh, the roadhouse is further along another mile or so," she said lightly. "But you see, I have liquor and ice on the floor in back, so if you'll get that I'll go ahead and turn the lights on, Darling. I'm sure we'll think of something to do… even if we don't have anything to talk about."
Phillip stared after her as she pulled the keys from the ignition, jumped out and jogged up the three steps to the cabin door. He was flabbergasted. He climbed out, retrieved the supplies and followed her.
It was a small unit, sparsely furnished but clean. Dianne was waiting, her lovely smile prevalent, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took the things from him, removed the plastic bags from two water glasses and made them each a drink. Phillip said nothing, only went to the only comfortable chair and dropped into it. She brought him his drink then moved to the bed, propping up the pillows and kicking off her shoes. As he watched, she lay back in a half sitting, half reclining position, her, knees drawn up shamelessly, exposing the backs of her white full thighs above her nylons all the way to the strip of white panties narrowly covering her delightful crotch.
"Now," she said, "What shall we do?"
Phillip took a long draught from his glass. He could hardly keep his eyes off the provocative, sensual display she was presenting to him. His cock jerked inside his shorts. He said: "You… you had something to talk about?"
"Uh hum. You and me, Darling," Dianne said, sipping at her own drink.
"Okay… I'm listening, go on," he said, trying to keep his eyes focused on her face.
"Really, it's very simple," she said matter-of-factly. "Mark is going to be the next Governor, Phillip… and that's going to put me in a position of considerable prestige and power." She was no longer smiling, simply cold and calculating. Her wide-set hazel eyes bore the shrewd craftiness of a person far beyond her twenty-four years; Phillip was well aware of the reputation she'd already gained as a political manipulator. Momentarily though, he was endeavoring in his mind to associate her with the little girl he'd fallen so deeply in love with those many years ago… he couldn't. "And you, Darling, have become a figure with much political potential…" she was saying, "I can help you, Phillip… and I want to help you."
"Why? Why should you want to help me?"
Dianne studied him for a long moment. He watched her eyes soften, even grow wet, almost misty.
"You really don't know? You can't tell by looking at me? You can't even assume by the fact that I brought you here this way…?"
He tipped up his glass, drained it and stood to make himself another. With his back to her, he said: "I'm not good at guessing games anymore, Dianne. You might say that I've outgrown them… along with a few other things…"
"You haven't outgrown me, Phillip," she said, coming off the bed. She caught at his arm and gently turned him around, then moved in close to him, sliding her arms upward around his neck, pulling his face down to her upraised lips as she drew closer and closer to him, until he could feel the heat of her vibrant body tight to his, her full, firm breasts digging into his chest while her hips and pelvis ground against him meaningfully.
She kissed him with open wet lips, her hot breath sweet in his mouth, and subconsciously, his arms went around her, his hands stroking the soft, supple flesh of her back beneath her dress, smoothing downward to cup at her lush round buttocks tightly, drawing her against his jerking, swelling cock furiously as the breath burst out of her in a moaning gasp.
"Oh, my God, darling," she whimpered. "You do love me! You do!"
Phillip couldn't seem to control himself. The presence of her hot, voluptuous body within his arms and grinding against him lustfully had suddenly sent every sensible thought he had into a shambles. Sensations so deep and locked away that he'd forgotten they existed had abruptly burst forth asunder inside him. The delicious, nectral delight of her lips and warm mouth had upset any sense of balance or control he'd walked in there with. Dear Jesus! He had to have her! He did… and now!
"You beautiful, enchanting bitch!" he hissed down into her mouth, his hand coursing up to her slender waist, along her ribs to the full swell of her magnificent breast.
"I know… I know," she hissed. "You want to fuck me, don't you, my darling…?"
"Oh Christ, yes… yes! I want to fuck and suck and lick you from head to toe!" he panted marveling at her use of the lewd words.
"Oh my God! Now, Lover, now… do it right now! Let's get our clothes off! Hurry!"
She pulled free of him, fumbling at her things as he tore at his own. He watched her because he couldn't take his eyes from her. There was an animal-like passion inside him for her, and only her, that nothing or no one else could ever satisfy. His brain wheeled like a carrousel. Laurie's face was a part of it and it kept pleading with him each time it passed. He shook his head, then saw his own Dianne naked, the splendor of her enticing body openly inviting him as she threw herself onto the bed, her sculptured, creamy white thighs spread wide to him, the tight pink slit of her feminine bewitchment clearly visible beneath the soft down of gold he had dreamed of a thousand times and more. He thought of nothing else as he threw himself onto her.
"Oh Lover, Lover, do you realize the marvelous, most wonderful things ahead for us?" Dianne whispered, running her hands over his lean, hard flesh possessively.
"I don't want to think of anything only this minute," Phillip hissed, traversing his hands down the smooth, silken flesh of her enrapturing body. He lay, partially atop of her and beside her, his thigh pressed between her spread legs, gently massaging the swollen mound of her sparse, silken hair-covered cunt while she lifted her loins in rhythm against it. Her hand dropped between them to seek out his now throbbing, steel-hard prick, clutching it greedily and instantly beginning to massage and stroke its thick foreskin in an irresistible milking motion.
"My God, Lover, I've never known the full delight of your lovemaking," she whispered. "Can you imagine… as long as we've known each other… I've never kissed and sucked your beautiful cock?"
"Christ!" Phillip blurted.
"I want to! I want to right now!" she said, squirming from beneath him, rolling him onto his back and moving down between his spread legs to remain on all fours and lower her face toward his rigid, palpitating prick.
Phillip watched entranced. He'd wake up in a moment; it was one of the wilder dreams that had ensorced his sleep over the last year. It couldn't be true! Not his own beautiful Dianne who had slipped away and married another… not his own true love bent over him, her face just a fraction of an inch above the blood-inflated head, of his pulsating cock… her parted, soft wet lips ready to encircle and suck it into her mouth…! Could it be? Was he dreaming?
My God! He gaped in sheer disbelief. He saw her, her mouth open wide, the tip of her pink little tongue dart out to lick at the very tip of his shaft where the thick, whitish semen had seeped forth uncontrollably, lick and go back into her mouth to carry its tangish quarry, then return to lick again. He watched her small hand at the base of his prick extract the skin from the satiny head and her tiny tongue flick out to lick around it, its tip playing at the sensitive underside, then dropping to where her fingers held it at the base to lick upward slavishly, and finally, the smile of love she looked up and gave him before slipping her warm, glistening lips over the complete head of his prick, clasping tightly just beyond the coronal rim, her cheeks hollowing in a sucking motion as her tongue taunted and her other hand moved down to cradle his bloated balls within it.
He saw it but he couldn't believe it. He witnessed the erotic sight of her spread on all fours between his legs, her tits dancing as she begun to move up and down with her lovely mouth sucking at his prick, but he couldn't believe it. He gaped in utter impossibility as inch by inch she seemed to absorb it into her grotesquely sucking mouth… until the end of it had to be brushing at her throat… and then her long blonde hair fell forward and he could see little or nothing, only feel the delicious, clasping sucking of her elasticized lips and the mad swirling of her tongue while the long tresses of her beautiful hair taunted his stomach and loins.
"Oh Christ!" he moaned. "Stop! Stop! Come up and fuck. Baby! Now! Come up and fuck! I'll flip if you don't…"
She did, smiling though and knowing that she had him exactly where she wanted him. She whispered: "I wanted your come, Darling. I wanted to eat it. I love you Phillip… I'll always love you!"
He tried to think of something appropriate to say, but couldn't. Finally, he managed: "It's all right, Baby. Later. I've got to fuck you now or I'll die!"
"I know. Please… hurry!"
"Yes," he gulped, climbing between her legs and situating himself. Her hand came quickly and took his prick, drawing it from the tight cleft of her buttocks up between the moist lips of her cunt, separating the soft, sparse pubic hair as she spread the lust swollen flanges and placed the tip at the mouth of her already passion-dilated vagina.
She began to moan and murmur incoherently, writhing her hips upward at his throbbing cock and immediately he began to screw into her, grinding his teeth together in his own uncontrollable desire while she squirmed and jerked beneath him in wild abandon.
"Oh… heaven, heaven, heaven!" she whimpered as if in agonized rapture, gouging her long nails into the flesh of his lean shoulders, undulating her crotch maddeningly on his prick and flinging her wide-spread thighs in every direction.
"Oh God, Laur…!" he started to blurt out, but caught himself in time. His brain reeled with the fire burning in his loins. His balls ached with the furor building inside them and he screwed his long rod of hard flesh deeper and deeper into her, feeling the spasmodic squeezing, sucking grip of her moist, velvety, hot vaginal walls drawing at his very entrails.
Her whole body jerked and squirmed and she moaned unceasingly, her lovely face twisted in ecstasy mouth gaping, neck tensing, nostrils splayed, a thin film of sweat already glistening on her brow beneath her disheveled blonde hair.
He felt the wet, smooth pink flesh of her cunt channel clinging to him, holding him tightly inside her, pulling and sucking insanely at his pulsating, growing cock. He levered upward on his toes and frantically plunged the last remaining inch of his long, thick shaft into her slick moist hole, raising a new moan of bliss from her slack mouth, her eyes popping open in a glazed, surprised expression of phallic worship.
"Ahhhhh… my Phillip… my love… It's wonderful… wonderful… all mine…! Yes… it's all mine, my Lover! Ahhhhh…" she gasped and he clutched at the round, smooth orbs of her ass-cheeks, raising them off the bed to him and lifting his own self to better advantage, thrusting and grinding into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs.
The soft quivering of her buttocks flexing and unflexing caused the soft, warm, smooth flesh to ridge between his fingers as he clutched his hands tightly into them. He drew her hungrily to his loins and felt her open her thighs even further to him, flowering the moist, pink hole of her cunt wider in reception to his thundering cock fucking deeper and deeper up into her wildly quivering belly.
Furiously, he slipped in and out of her crotch, her beautiful, golden, expanded crotch with the magnificently salacious fissure splitting it… pummeling into its sleek, raw depths with powerful, intensifying strokes. His brain still swam, but completely caught up now in a whirlpool of erotic confusion. God Almighty, Laurie! He thought of her guiltily for one brief moment, then shook his head to dissolve her image from his mind. He gazed downward at the lust provoking sight of Dianne's firm, rotund breasts beneath him, letting his brain saturate itself with their carnal splendor and driving out all else… watching them quiver and sway sideways toward the bed on either side of her, their tiny pink nipples severely distended, and suddenly he rammed into her brutally causing her to grunt forth a guttural bleat as she arched her neck with the pleasure-pain of the thrust.
Again and again he battered into her, his tormented mind refusing to be dominated by his hedonistic flesh, a mounting sadistic desire to punish her slowly stealing possession of his reason. Suddenly, he was shifting his hips and weight every which way, thundering and ravaging the hot, sensitive, raw flesh of her vaginal passage as if his long fleshy rod were a wrecking bar he was grinding and slamming into her. Mercilessly, the smooth, rubbery head pummeled her cervix while his heavy sperm-filled balls crashed loudly into the crevice of her widely spread ass-cheeks.
She whimpered beneath him low and animal like, as she writhed in her attempt to bear the abrupt, unanticipated shock, even as he plunged harder, driving his loins more forcibly into her open receptive crotch. He gaped downward into her face, watching the changing expressions of passion contorting it. His mind screamed! He hated her! He loved her! Bitch! Bitch! Suddenly, he reached under her, his nails gouging at her soft flesh as he sought her anus. He fumbled between her hot, vibrant buttocks while he pounded his furious cock in a tempo, deep into the wetness of her teeming cunt. He clutched at the quaking hillocks of flesh, ripping them wide apart, searching for the tiny puckered ring of soft flesh… her tiny defenseless asshole!
He found it and touched it, feeling the crinkly, snug ring working with the writhing and twisting of her buttocks. A rivulet of viscid moisture dribbling down the widespread crevice from where his stiff, thick cock was sawing into her had moistened the tiny orifice, and he pressed into it, feeling it give slightly, then, he pushed hard and suddenly the tight, rubbery sphincter muscle popped open, slipping over his finger and drawing it inside the warm, spongy channel. She cried out, but persistently he sunk the invading thick digit up into the soft depths, until the palm of his hand lay flat against the smooth, wet crevice of her ass.
"Oh my God… my God!" she gasped. "Oooohh… aggghhhh… ooohhhh!"
At first, she had lurched desperately in her effort to escape his rectal impalement, but then she began screwing her luscious bottom back onto it and he worked his finger around and around inside her, feeling through the thin partition of velvety tissue the ridges of his smooth sliding cock fucking in and out of her, until he had established a dual rhythm of finger and prick and she began to moan wildly beneath him.
His loins were a raging inferno now, his cock growing and expanding inside her as he gasped and quivered and reveled in her flesh, increasing the speed and measure of his stroke, drilling into her savagely while his finger mercilessly drubbed the depths of her wildly clenching anus.
She held him tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them high around his waist, slackening them and clamping them again. Her body was hot, her head moving wildly from side to side, her full lower lip thrust forward, her mouth open in abandon as she tightened and loosened her scissor grip, winding her legs completely around him as she waved her buttocks from side to side, then screwed her cunt furiously up to his raging prick. She was rapidly moving toward orgasm.
Suddenly, she began to grunt and pour forth guttural sounds from deep in her chest, incessant gurglings that drove him to even more violent, vicious strokes.
"Oooohhhhh… Phillip… Phillip… fuck it hard! Harder! Screw it… fuck it, my Darling! Harder… harderrrrr!" she wailed up at him, foul obscenities beginning to gush from her lips in her attempt to spur him on, her crotch bucking insanely up against his loins and finger, her legs drawn back until her knees crushed her heaving breasts, and she locked her ankles over his shoulders and rode wantonly up his cock to cling there momentarily in complete enslaved rapture.
"Ooooohhhh God… Oooohhh… God, yes… yes! I'm cumming, Lover…! Cummmmiiinnngg! Aaaaauuugggggghhhh!"
Spontaneously, her body began vibrating uncontrollably. She grabbed at his face as the spasms seized her, biting at his mouth with animal-like ferocity, her body arching convulsively into his to hold there shuddering and quivering, her orgiastic fluid bathing his rigidly pummeling cock, running down her soft, smooth thighs to flood his balls as they slapped tightly into the crevice of her ass.
The sensation of her climax was the needed spark to initiate his own orgasm. He burrowed into the very depths of her, ramming her knees back to her shoulders, doubling her into an unmercifully ball of contorted humanity as he hammered into her cunt with sadistic brutalness, battering her cervix with his outrageously swollen cudgel. She continued to whimper and gasp, her belly and thighs contracting spasmodically, her excitement still obvious as with wild and eager passion she said: "My sweetheart… my baby love… it's beautiful… beautiful! Fill me now, Darling… fill me with your warm, thick come! Fuck me hard! Give it all to me… to meeee!"
He wanted to cry. His agonized bliss was that intense. The actual pain in his balls seemed unbearable. He thrust and withdrew to the very tip of his prick, then plunged again, feeling the wild sucking of her cuntal muscles as she tried to extract the life-giving semen from his screeching loins. He was almost there; he knew it! Almost, but not quite! He'd go mad! He rammed her and rammed her and rammed her again… then, he gasped, cried out, and felt the very apex of his climb as suddenly he began to topple down the mountain!
Dianne moaned as she clutched at his shoulders and thrust her crotch up high against his enraptureous cock. He quaked from head to toe, grunting and blurting unintelligible sounds, and he shot into her, spewing with jerking, violent force, convulsing streams of his white, thick and hot sperm far up into the hidden sanctity of her open and receptive womb. He wished to God it could never end… but it did… and when it was over he could do nothing but collapse on top of her… he was exhausted.
In a little while, Dianne gently rolled him off her, then kissed him. She rested on her elbow above his face, smiling down at him, her face a vision of warm loveliness.
"I-I hope you made me pregnant," she said softly.
Phillip focused her into his view slowly. He stared at her. Finally, he pushed her away and sat up. He said: "Don't be a fool!" He got to his feet. "Don't be a Godamned fool!"
For a moment, she said nothing. Then: "I'm no fool, Phillip. I may be a lot of things… but never a fool."
"You are when you talk like that," he snapped. He didn't look at her… Instead, he walked to the dresser and made himself a drink.
"I've great plans for you and me, Phillip," she said to his back. "Great, great plans. I don't intend that anything should happen to them."
Phillip turned slowly to look at her. She still lay raised on one elbow, her legs spread teasingly, her luscious body as provocative to him as the first moment he'd sunk his prick into it this night. He stared at her, the determined half-smile taunting her mouth almost frightening him. Christ, he thought suddenly, did he really still love her? He wanted to say something decisive, but could think of nothing. He gulped at his drink… then watched her slowly lift and hold out her free hand.
"Bring me the drink, Darling. I'm the one who needs it… the future mother, remember?"
She was smiling entrancingly. He thought he was trying to fight its allurement, but then he found himself encircling the bed and handing her his glass.
Christ, he thought. I must love her!
"Thank you, Darling," she whispered. "Now come lie down with me and rest… The second part of our long thwarted love is next… and I want you rested and capable."
He felt as if he'd been hypnotized. He didn't want to fight her; instead, he lay down beside her, his hand slowly moving over to cup one ripe, full breast.
"Are you happy," she whispered, moving over to lean above his face, her lips inches from his own.
His brain spun. "Yes," he lied. "Yes… I'm happy."