Suddenly they were out of town. Linda wouldn't let herself look at the speedometer, or even the scenery. She kept staring vacantly ahead, hoping that perhaps he'd think she'd gone catatonic and might relent long enough to drive her to a clinic. Out on the open road now. No more Hillsborough. Nothing but wasteland. And Brad Grogan gunning his motor, giving the zephyr-like station-wagon its supreme test, racing close to ninety miles an hour.
"Tell me something, Linda?" he said. "Are you blond all over? Or are you gonna make me wait and find out for myself?"
Say nothing, she told herself. She said nothing.
"Hell, I'll bet you'll just love it when I blow some hot breath at those pretty little hairs down there," he said, swinging right into his big fear-and-threat campaign. "How about ol' David? Didn't he ever whistle Dixie down there at your continental divide?"
Linda shuddered and turned to the right, wishing like hell she were back home in her little-blue-heaven as she gazed out the window in absolute horror. The full impact of what was happening to her kept her speechless. It was all too incredible and she tried her darndest to think rationally; but this only increased her terror, because it forced her to see the shattering reality of her nightmare: there was never any thought of a birthday present, and God only knew whose car this was… probably stolen, to be sold later so he could feed his grisly habits… cocaine or hashish, most likely. And poor David had no idea what was going on, and… (her hand went to her throat again)… nobody knows where I am!
If only she could pretend to be calm and brave, and somehow not let him see her fear. "Brad, I must say, you're being exceedingly crazy. Don't you realize this is kidnapping?"
"It's also 'rape,' honey-tits… and don't tell me you didn't realize that!" Brad snickered comfortably.
"Oh Dear God in Heaven!" wailed Linda, and wrung her hands.
Brad laughed with great relish. "What the hell's that, a cry of thanks or a warning?"
She turned towards him and started tugging at his sleeve.
"Lower, baby," he prompted her.
"Oh Brad please, stop the car and let me out! I swear I won't tell a soul. And listen, I'm truly sorry if I did anything to hurt your feelings. I mean, it wasn't because you were Greek or anything like that…"
"Goddammit, you mean they held that against me too!" This idea got him even hotter for revenge, and in another second the car was doing close to a hundred.
"No, no, Brad, I only wanted you to know that nobody even mentioned you as part of any sort of undesirable minority. And I especially… I never meant to cut you off like that or snub you… had nothing against you personally… I always liked you, uh… we liked you, Brad…"
"I'm hip!" his voice going savage over the noise of the motor. "Dammit, you liked me plenty, Linda. I caught all your sneaky glances whenever we were lounging around the pool together, you in your germ-free Bikini, and me in my technicolor jackstrap, and man, were your angel-blue eyes ever hungry for my meatloaf!"
Linda quivered, sighed and slumped a little. "Oohh! That is so disgusting, so vile!"
"Oh come off it, honey. Big wangs have gotta be your special kick. 'Cause I've seen David in enough locker-room showers to know that's a pretty wild stump he shoves up your kiss-hole every night!"
Linda let out an ear-splitting scream.
Brad laughed uproariously. "Oh Jesus, one more blast like that and you'll give all these cows a hernia!" He pointed out the window at the farmlands they were riding through.
Another hideous thought occurred to Linda, as she turned and gazed at the camping-mattress in the rear of the station-wagon. "Oh you fiend, you liar! That was never for 'display,' was it?"
Brad grinned, winked, and blew her a big pucker of a kiss. "Oh, it's for display, all right, Linda. And in just another few minutes you and I'm gonna give it a trial-run…"
"I think you're demented. I should really feel sorry for you… Oh no!.. What am I saying…?"
"Aw come on, tell me, honey. Haven't you always had a secret desire to be a naked lady mattress-tester?" Brad glanced quickly at the angry panting of her breasts, then with a swift lashing gesture, he yanked the cardigan off her shoulders so he could see more of the action. Whew! What a paper-thin summery dress she was wearing. The frenzied heat of anticipation began to swarm between his legs now as he tossed the sweater in the back and let his eyes trace the heaving outline of her nipples once or twice. He scooted a little closer to her in the seat and without warning, jabbed his whole right hand up her skirt, squeezing as much hot thigh-flesh as he could grab without losing control of the wheel.
But before he could slip his hand back where it belonged, Linda cried out and dug a nail into his wrist, breaking the skin. Brad let out a roar and pulled his hand away, sucking the bit of blood that trickled from his wound. "Listen, baby, if you want to fight now and fuck later, it's all right with me, but you oughta know that you'll be the one who comes out a little the worse for wear. You follow me? How're you gonna explain a black eye or a broken jaw to your family or your bridge-club?"
"I'll tell them you attacked me!" she spat at him. "Everyone knows your reputation, so they'll believe me.
"Yeah? And what were you doing in my car?"
"Ahh, but David will tell them that he… that he…" Linda stopped, suddenly feeling like a fool, for she'd almost repeated Brad's shoddy lies and fictions.
"Go on. What about David?" he asked. "Will you tell him about this?"
She sighed and slowly shook her head. "Oh God no, I couldn't… It would kill him!"
… But right now that little fucker's too busy to drop dead, thought Brad, although he decided not to pass this information on to Linda. Why shouldn't she find out the hard way, just as he had with Joyce? And aloud: "That's my girl!.. Mum's the word. And honey, I tell you what… Since you're being so cooperative, I won't tell anyone either. That hot little lunch-counter of yours is gonna pop and splutter at least half a dozen times this afternoon, but we'll keep that our dirty secret, won't we, baby?" He swatted his big hand up her skirt once more, and this time managed to rummage inside her panties. Oh brother, contact at last!.. Skin!.. Ali warm and silky and tender. "Joyce always had a special opening stitched in her panties so she'd be ready for whoever cared to jerk her off…"
"… Lies… lies… Lies!" cried Linda.
"… and if you girls were so pissy-ass close, why the hell didn't she pass on that little tip to you?"
Linda buried her face in her hands and began to sob.
Then the car abruptly swerved and her heart sank even farther as she saw that Brad had turned off the main road, and was now driving along a rugged, narrow path, deep into the forest thickets. She gazed out at the bright blue-skied world, the sunshine… (all her dear sweet yellows!) It was the clearest broad daylight… the whole countryside resembled a pastoral flood of peace and tranquility. And here was this thundering atrocity of a man ready to take her by force… so uncaring in his disdain, so thick-bodied and rampaging in his lust. And she saw the doom ahead, knowing her whole life would lie in ruin if she resisted him. That's if he didn't beat her to death, a thought with which she scared herself so silly that she hacked out another bloodcurdling shriek. "Ohhhhhaieah!.. You sick, plundering fool, this is ' adultery, don't you know that? You're an adulterer!"
"Now Linda, that is a Goddamned lie, because I'm not even married. Which means that you are the only one who's about to commit a mortal sin here today, you naughty nymph! Aw baby, do you know how many years I've been wanting to see those big jugs of yours close up? And honey, once I lick a nipple, it stays licked…!
I knew it, she thought, he's a pervert… an unnatural degenerate. And she began to weave and rock back and forth in her seat…
Brad parked the car in a patch of undergrowth which completely hid them from the road.
Linda now wept uncontrollably, pressing her thighs so fiercely together that they chafed. "Don't hurt me!.. Oh Please don't hurt me!"
Brad sighed. "Look, sweetie, to me that just means you're afraid I might forget to treat you rough, so you want to remind me."
"Ooooh… you… are… Twisted!"
Brad shifted about in his seat and stared at the bulging rotundities of her bosom. Then he started to undress. "Come on, Queenie. Last one in the hay's a rotten testicle."
Linda groaned and quivered with revulsion. And, as if in answer, they heard a clumping, rustling noise from among the trees. "Ahhh! Someone's here!" she cried wildly, her eyes full of victory-glee. "It's the Sheriff, or a game-warden… oh, someone's here to help me!"
She stuck her head out of the window and yelled: "HELP!" And came face to face with a deer. A lovely, startled doe. Who was now before them, all still and poised. And then gone.
"You oughta watch them ride sometime, honey," said Brad, "you'd learn something." He had stripped down to his trousers, Linda backing away from him as she eyed the curling black hairs on his husky chest, the broad, powerful shoulders.
"Blindfold me!" she screamed. "If I'm to be torn and broken by a gorilla, I don't want to see it happening!"
Brad gaped at her, trying to figure out why she was giving such a strenuous performance, when they both knew they were about to have the ball of their lives. "Jesus, anyone'd think you'd never been banged before. But you forget, I know David too well to think you two've been having nothing but a spiritual relationship all these years…"
"But damn you, David and I are normal… We're not like you!"
With this remark, Brad's vengeful fury returned full-force. "Oh knock it off, Linda, you're gonna find I'm every inch as normal as David, only more so!" Watching her face, he crudely unzipped himself and yanked out his swelling flushed tong of an erection. It was an enormous, unwieldy member and he was able to get his whole hand around it, as he grinned lewdly at her and waved it back and forth. Linda cringed, but was unable to avert her eves from that obscene and fascinating exposure. She tried to feel consoled that it wasn't quite as long as David's. But oh dear God, it was so much thicker!.. a wide flaring torture-iron… her Nemesis, surely!
Excited by the ambivalent emotions he saw on her face, Brad suddenly reached for her and crushed her body close to his. Linda squirmed and panted as she felt his huge hot mouth lunging and swabbing against hers, the wet feel of his lips a burning nuzzling intensity as he jabbed his tongue between her lips… mumbling and snarling: "Suck my tongue, pretty baby… suck it or I'll bite your lips 'til they bleed!" Linda whimpered, but in another second Brad groaned as he felt her soft lips puddle and surround his plunging tongue… held her tighter and grabbed a handful of her golden hair to keep her head steady while his mouth dug and swallowed and pulled at hers and she felt the fleshy vibrations of his groans as he made a ravenous jungle feast of her lips. Linda had never been kissed like that in her life, and it made her feel so filthy and wanted and excited and terrified all at once. And oh God, confused! For how could the mouth of this vulgar man be causing so many undisciplined tremors between her legs?
Brad seized her hand and forced it down between his legs, pressing her fingers around the wedge-like head of his cock, then letting its throbbing bulge nub against her palm. "Anhh no!" she murmured against his lips, "I can't… Oh I mustn't touch it… Please don't make me!" But not removing her hand, her fingers much too astonished by the fantastic thickness of the knob, the feeling of life it had… ooooh… the thrumming, the pulsing… as she kneaded it until some of Brad's old satyr-fuels began, and she shuddered from the swirling touch of it.
Brad pulled away and stared down at the homespun wifely mouth he'd ravished. "Aw, you silly bitch, you're not afraid! Jesus, you're so damned hot for it, you don't know whether to pee or pop. Can't take your little pinkies off that big whopper, can you?"
Linda felt tears of humiliation filling her eyes as she wished passionately that she were strong enough to fight him, or had a weapon… or wasn't so very alone and defenseless. But, realizing that Destiny had chosen to be cruel, she sighed fatalistically and continued to caress and squeeze the tremendous stiff rod in her hands, staring down at its glowing pastel flesh-hues as the tears rolled down her cheeks… Heavy rearing penis not her husband's… Alien burly man-muscles that would crucify and brand her. Ruthless beast-lover here before her in the stillness… ready to give her the forced-lashing, forced-feeding she'd dreaded all her life. The scalding terror grew for Linda, and God help her!.. she wooed the torment, fanned the base embers, oh… lost and cherishing fingers…!
"Hey, watch that hand, baby!" Brad suddenly knocked her arm away, then grit his teeth for a second to hold back the impending eruption. "Whew! That was a close one. You almost saw my automatic sprinkler-system in action, Princess, but I sure's hell didn't go to all this trouble to let you give me a hand-job. So baby, you crawl in the back and take off your clothes…"
The harsh dominant-male sound of his voice fired her anew, rumbling stone-age stud giving her orders? "NO!" she said defiantly. "I refuse to let you or any man see me naked… in broad daylight like this. I'm a very private person, and I… I think you go too far, Sir!"
"Oh bullshit!" Brad laughed, gazing at her tear-streaked face, her soft pouting lips, knowing so well what she wanted. And hell, maybe this was what David had to go through every night; not that a lot of freaky role-playing was new to him, since Joyce used to engineer wilder bits of business every time they tangled. "All right, sexpot, I'll undress you, if that's how you want it." So saying, he thrust out both his hands and cupped her swelling bodice, which heaved and rose as she gasped from the sudden touch of him-there!.. At those most hallowed mounds! Slowly, Brad reached around and unzipped the back of her dress, pulling the garment down around her shoulders to reveal the billowing twin bursts of her bra… the trembling quivers of her body causing his member to expand and trickle again… "Ooooh doll, you sure want these hands on you!.. Bet you could die with my hands doin' this… and this… here… and here… huh, baby…?" With his fingers he tightly traced the outline of her nipples, moaning out his pleasure as he felt them harden… his favorite kinda magic!.. And he leaned his big shaggy head down there and kissed each swelling rigidity, pressing his lips against the fabric of her bra, blowing his steamy bourbon-breath into the garment and its cradled flesh…
"Ahh… Mother-of-God!.. no… ooohumm!" Linda cried out, then closed her eyes and hurled her head back, as if not wanting to witness her own unspeakable reactions.
Watching the hot panic on her face, Brad quickly unhooked the bra and yanked it free. OohChrist, she's gonna play helpless for me, and with boobies like this!.. Aw milk and honey, come get me…! And he pulled back and stared as the fat ivory blooms of her breasts wobbled free, hungrily gaping at their high, jutting profile, their rosy pointed tips… "Ooooh baby, have you ever got tits!.. unnn… High-society tits!.. Oh man, these are the livin' end…!" And with a low rattling groan he buried his face there, going frantic to have the lush, sweet-scented feel of them against his mouth… nibbling and teasing their tasty sponginess as he rolled them between his lips… the involuntary twitching of Linda's body driving him even crazier to eat as much of this rich, raped girl-meat as he could gobble up. He slipped an arm under her knees and lifted her bodily from the seat… "Aw honey, I want you! Wanna get in you and nest there for the winter…" Rising up and hurling himself backwards with her in his arms as she kept begging him not to hurt her, nourishing the melodrama, milking the aura of danger and debasement, as they landed together on the mattress in a tugging heap. Brad was violently panting and perspiring now as he continued the holy rite of undressing her, while she devoutly sustained her wailing struggles… "Oh… For the love of God… Be gentle!"
With a lip-licking grin, Brad knew exactly how to translate this plea: it meant she wanted to be rammed and skewered like a shishkabob… wanted his big pile-drivin' earthmover to dig up a tunnel she didn't even know she had. Aw, I'm on to you, baby! He pulled her dress down and off, then her slip… feeling her up with every pitch and roll of her body. He got her stockings and shoes off, but when he started pulling down her panties, Linda let out a truly Wagnerian howl and threw her arms across her face so she wouldn't have to see this ape ogling all her unveiled bubble-bathed intimacies in the daylight…
Brad pressed her body down against the mattress and knelt there above her, his eyes racing giddily all over her body as if they didn't know where to glue themselves first… sexy blond angel-face… dainty gulping lips… hot jangling knockers… then slipped his hands about her hips and yanked her panties down and off. And, at last, Brad stared at that gleaming jewel he'd been thirsting for… "Holy Cow… is that ever sweet!" Aw man, his big dream of the decade!.. Paradise-Valley just dyin' for some irrigation… Linda's honeyed snatch, all tremulous and undraped… Linda with her girlie-smelling panties off and her ass bare…! Roughly, he rolled her over on her precious tummy, then gaped incredulously at her round white bottom… Aw God, look at that! The cutest damned whitest pair of cheeks he'd ever seen! He bent and stealthily pressed his lips against each spongy buttock… "Oh, please don't hurt me!" she plaintively reminded him, so he hastily nipped her over again, lowering his hungry sensual face between her thighs and blowing hot breath at her golden tuft, just as he'd promised. Unnn!.. Gonna part your hair in the middle, sweet-stuff, and then… we're gonna build us a little soda-fountain, right here where all the pretty pink candy's hiding! He jabbed two fingers into the dewy softness of her vagina, loving the way she jerked and squirmed from the shock of this rude invasion. Linda told herself she'd rather die than suffer this humiliation… wondering how she'd ever be able to face David after this man's maiming abuse of her body. Oh God, he should be put away… Away! But Brad had been whipped into new frenzies of his own as he sank his fingers in up to the knuckles and felt the moisture begin… his tongue darting out over his dry hot mouth, getting ready… sliding his fingers out, gripping those quivery thighs of hers… loving the way she whimpered and kept her eyes covered as he clenched and spread that creamy-white flesh in his big hands, then slowly dipped down at her, his yearning scowl of a mouth gently soft and cushiony at first, tongue trailing the fuzzy outer edges… urnmtn, sweet labia-innocence here… as he placed his fingers at the opening and widely stretched it apart. Then, with some lusty swallows of anticipation, he sank his tongue in and up as deeply as it would go.
"OoooOOHHHH!" Linda cried out, bucking and thrashing her pelvis at his face, a surging passion and terror assailing her body with the first feel of his tongue probing inside of her. God, what was happening to her? Her whole body was shivering and vibrating. Brad was driven even more frantic by her reaction, thinking: Jeez, this must be her favorite way to fly! She's practically goin' spastic for it! Now he was clutching her ass firmly in his hands to hold her steady while he dug and planted his parted lips and went wilder with the oily oven-taste of what he licked and scooped… finding her clitoris and sucking it until it throbbed and hardened against his lips…
With another fierce cry, Linda tore her hands away from her eyes and gaped down at him, unable to understand these destructive new forces that had taken hold of her. Look what he's doing… his mouth on her, there! And ahhh!.. May the devil send him straight to hell for making her love it so, as she rolled and moaned under his fiery kisses… sitting up now and greedily eyeing his lunging mouth… reaching out a hand to clutch at his tumbling black hair… "Oh damn you!.. Have you no shame?" she cried, then pressed his head between her thighs as if she meant to use it for a saddle… Brad diving into seventh heaven now as he got even busier and let his hot tongue jab its way up and down her juicy wet slit. Then, spurred on by her fingers clawing at his hair, he dabbed his lips more fully into her and ravenously sucked her clitoris… Linda increasingly frightened by what she was feeling… oooh!.. Love-hate cauldron searing and twisting inside her as she twitched and squirmed and rode the big leonine head of him while he held onto her and pumped at the sweet heralding juices… dimly wondering why she was acting as if she'd never had this done to her before, at her age, with three babies having popped out of this jelly-patch. Unnn!.. She's goin' out of her Sunday-school mind for it… Soft pubic gold and hot thighs brushing against his cheeks as he sucked and swamped at her… and ooh man, does this baby love to have her poopy licked!
Then, as Linda groaned and wailed more fitfully, Brad decided she loved it too much to give her any more… yeah, make her beg for it… don't spoil the lady's game. If she wants to pretend she's never had her cunt sucked before, that's her bag… But I've got other plans…
Freeing himself from her grip, he pushed her away, and then raised back up on his knees.
"NO!" she cried out like a petulant child. "Oh please, it felt so strange and awful, Brad… but it was good! Oh yes, it was so good… Goddamn you, I hate your Guts!" Unable to believe her own ears at the sound of such language. Who was she becoming? What kind of a beast-girl had he made of her? Could he have drugged her without her knowing it? (O David, you have such respect!.. But look at him!)
"Cool it, baby," Brad grinned down at her, crawling out of his pants and briefs. "I was just gettin' you ready for Big-John here. Look how much he loves 'ya, honey, he's givin' you a standing ovation!"
Linda stared at his sinewy naked body, the massive hairy chest… fleecy black trail dipping down past his navel to blossom into a thick jet pubic jungle. And then, with a sigh, she let her eyes scale the length and breadth of his big slung-out monster of a cock… ooooh!.. Voluptuous thick man-scavenger ready to rip and rend her… Her eyes full of new terrors as this hulking brute crawled between her thighs, then pressed his body down hard against hers… merely holding her like that for a moment as she felt the heartbeat and penis-throb of him… then whimpered in self-disgust for her own gross descent and flung her arms about his neck, and Brad knew she wanted his purging kisses and his mouth again… wanted to be swallowed alive by this cruddy, ill-mannered lout. He raised up, still licking her seminal traces from his lips, then bent down and kissed her mouth. She heaved a long low sigh and eagerly parted her lips to ensnare his slick warm tongue, greedily sucking, receiving and damning herself to hell with every lick, as he gently pulled away to lift his head and gaze down at her lips and breasts… needing this endless eye-feast of her, to prove to himself she was really here in his arms and so open and hungry for what he had to give her. He knelt between her legs again and dabbed his fingers at her creamy-wet vagina once more… oooh!.. This bubbly angel-crotch is so ready!.. Watching the half-mad glint of gratitude in her eyes… Furtively sinking his fingers inside… Ahh, letting them roam a little and grinning as she expanded and contracted her muscles there, as if wanting to suck all his members deep inside the pits and shocks of her. Brad's aching member planked out before him, all tip-wet and eager for the big draining, as he took that pulsing rod in his hand and began running its tremulous knob around the outer edges of her vagina, his body crouched and poised and aimed as she gasped anew from this velvet-fleshed teasing. Brad moved the fat spongy head of his weapon back and forth, grazing, caressing… not letting it sink fully into her… each of them growing damper by the second, his heart racing… the blood pounding in his veins…
"Oohhhh please, Brad… I can't stand it!.. take what you want from me and leave me in peace!"
… Ooooh Christ, is she gorgeous when she's tortured! And suddenly he wished he could keep her here like this for weeks and keep holdin' back what she wanted, just to see her look like that. He ran his fingers along the pointed tips of her nipples, then bent over her to caress her chin and pouty lips… keeping his rough burly fingers pressed against her mouth, feeling her tongue inadvertently flick out, all hot and silvery lady-fire… studiously watching that lovely garden-party face of hers… Then he raised up again, and with a single hip-thrusting movement, Brad sunk his wide wet flaring cock fully into her… in and up right down to the thick-stumped base of it, where he remained motionless for a second… then sludged his brute-intruder mercilessly from side to side, peering raptly at the stunned look of horror in her eyes…
Linda's mouth fell open and she tried to scream, but the cries were choked back for a numbed instant as she felt the agonizing sting of pain… Oh the crowded meaty distortion with that side-lunging giant of a penis inside of her… oooh!.. Embedding itself there like a deformed tumescent growth.
Brad pulled it slowly all the way out of her, nearly collapsing on top of her from the sensation of those inner lips pulling and hugging his sliding shaft… "Aw baby!.. Jeez… that is so good…" It was all the way out now, the head of it gleaming and rearing for more… "Ooh God, I want more… inside of you, baby… aw… I could die… deep… inside of you… oooohhhh!" And he crammed it all back up there where it belonged, as the girl lurched and thrashed convulsively, positive she would faint from the mingled surge of violence and joy she felt whipping up her belly, as Brad gripped her shoulders to hold her still while he drove it into her, again and again… moaning out his soft mewling growls of happy lunacy and joy… unn!.. how could she feel so tight and clampy in there?
"Brad!.. no… wait, wait… oh God, it's killing me…!" Positive this was her twisted little way of making love to him, Brad grinned and dug it deeper as Linda threw her head back and licked her lips and… "Aaaaaaoooufhg!.. Help me!.. It's more than I can bear!" Then flung her legs around his pumping body, her heels kicking and beating at his buttocks as she tried to slot him more fully up and into her… Brad gasping and swallowing and licking his dry lips as her moist labia-flesh stretched and gulped to receive him and he gloried in the delicious thrill-whimpers of her sobbing groans and grateful cries. Ooh God, this girl!.. unn!.. And rammed it into her with long, deep and slashing strokes, fondling those fretful baubles of her breasts… even more incensed by the pleading grip of her legs and the fantastic heat and tension of her rearing pelvis. Now he lifted her knees high against her breasts for the kind of thick and grinding leverage she'd remember all her life and heaving his full weight on her… plummeting straight up that startled-joyous womb that hooked and kissed his cock, he let it stay there, expanding the fat tip of it. "Aw baby, that's so beautiful," he moaned. "Umm… So hot and virgin-sticky, like you've never been fucked before… like you've been savin' it for me… and… I'm gonna… get it…" Now gripping her buttocks in his hands and savagely pulling her down farther on the thickening pulsating stem of his cock… aw… hurling her quivering body down and spliced and on it… Ooh, stick this baby… stick her… spear and slam and give her what she needs…
She began to moan and wail and rock her body up and down with such violent heaves, Brad knew she was about to blast out the gusher of her life. And damn if his own welled-up foams wouldn't be joining her… as he swung it into her… the desperate last bombardment… gripping and crazily adoring those big fat boobs as he thumped it up her sweet flowing middle… Oooh, Christ!.. She's a nympho just like Joyce, and David never told me!.. Man, that juicy twat's chewin' up my cock in there… This baby's a fuckin' meat-grinder… Ooh, pump pump pump-and-BANG, honey… "I'll have you flogged for this!" she suddenly shrieked. "I'll have you whipped and beaten and caged-up and put away… and… unnnn… No!.. You ape, moron… beast!.. I'm coming… oooh! Now… Umgh… Don't go away… Oh you'll die for this… David will kill you… Ooh you filthy lout… How I hate… and hate… You'll go to the gas-chamber… No… Please… Fuck me… Now… OohhhAHHHHUMM…!"
… Christ, she's a human bubble-machine, thought Brad, glaring hungrily at the savagery on her face and half-reeling from the milky feel of boiling liquid that now spouted and streamed about his lunging buried cock. With a groan he sucked his lips down on hers and shot his own shuddering damned-up juices fully into her… "AwmyGod… baby, I'm doin' it…" he mumbled against her lips. "Ooh you creamy spermy bitch… you're tryin' to drown my load with yours… But I'm poppin' and losin' my mind in there… Aw here and here and unnmore of it… Ahhhhh!.. Jesus, this ass is mine now… sweet Linda-ass is mine!"…
… Both of them clinging, hooked and rolling from the devastating base sensual heights they'd attained together locked in the tigerish tempo and shock of their merging. Yet, as they finally slid free of each other, they each remembered who they were as the lust-anarchies evaporated and left them with the glaring and clinical detachment of what their bodies had done for them while joined. Except that what Brad knew was much simpler: he could have her now, over and over again, any time he wanted it. His hunk-of-ass.
Before grabbing her clothes and crawling into the front seat, Linda gave him a piercing glare that said: "Shake hands, come out fighting, and never speak to me again!"
But Brad spoke his piece: "You're in love with what we did here today… did you know that, Linda?" She said nothing, Kept her back towards him and started to dress. "Ohh yeah, you're in love with the way my body feels on yours," he went on, pulling on his briefs and folding his plump semi-hard-on into place. "Oh, you'll hate to admit it, being in love with just the feel of someone you can't even stand. But that's why you got such a charge out of me, baby. 'Cause too much mutual respect can kill a good bang-in-the-hay. We sure found that out, didn't we, Linda?"
"I don't know or care what you found out, Brad, but I was criminally attacked and assaulted. Nothing you can say will change that, no matter how you rationalize to save your conscience." But averting his eyes and mouth and body as she spat out these hollow words. (Lady saving face and soul… oh God, was she doomed?)
"Aw knock it off," he said, in his pants and zipping up now. "With the possible exception of you and David, people who honor and revere their sex-partners are really committing incest. Don't you think that's naughty?"
Linda turned and somehow managed to give him a proud and haughty glare. "For that remark alone, Brad Grogan, you should be sent to an asylum for life. Although I suppose I should be grateful that you excluded David and me from your obscene generalization."
"Oh well, hell. You and David and the Golden-Couple-Bit. What you guys've got is real great, and your marriage is a permanent fixture. But believe me, that kinda slop's gettin' rarer and rarer these days…"
"David and I have a perfect marriage," said Linda, who was still able to recognize a cue when she heard one.
"Yeah, yeah. Spare me the propaganda, please. And anyway, that's what he says too…" And suddenly Brad remembered something rather curious: the last time David said that, it sounded like a complaint. What the hell did that mean? That Linda was smothering that poor guy with too much nooky? Then Brad took a fast last glimpse of Linda's flouncy breasts just before she slipped into her bra, and thought: ooh hell no!.. who could tire of that? He decided that in David's case the rich supply of sex with his own wife had put him in such a perpetual state of hot-nuts that he'd simply started wanting more of the same with others. That old no-two-girls-bang-alike temptation. But dammit, after all their years of confiding in each other, why had David kept him from suspecting the truth about Linda? Was he ashamed of the fact that she had this big sex-problem, and was such a cocked-out little glutton in bed? It hadn't worked that way with him, because, after all, hadn't he admitted the real gamy facts about Joyce? Although, wait a minute; come to think of it, he hadn't done that until after their divorce. So maybe there are some things guys just don't tell other guys about their wives while they're still married to them.
Brad drove Linda back to town in a gloomy, stilted silence, while he kept thinking how damned strange and ironic it was that nobody ever really knew what anyone else was like, not deep down where it counted most. Except, of course, for Linda Fortune-because she had turned out even wilder and juicier than he'd predicted. Carefully, he began plotting newer strategies to trap her into taking advantage of what he was sure she couldn't get enough of: the pounding slamming big-meat of a loud-mouthed brawling ex half-back. One Bradley Grogan, preferably nude and in person…
… And zoom!.. chalk up another one for the big black-Irish Greek Boy!
Linda let herself into the house about five that afternoon, feeling limp and shaken. Fifteen minutes later David's phone-call came. He'd be tied up at work on a special project and wouldn't make it home for dinner. God, what a blessing, she thought. Then told him she had a headache and would retire early; which, she hoped, would explain why her voice sounded so oddly tense and tired on the phone.
Lying awake in bed later that night, she kept running her hands all over her body, pressing those tender places where Brad had so relentlessly trampled and infringed, that pompous bull! How smugly he'd taken it for granted that she'd adored every minute of their encounter, heinous and abominable as it was. How on earth had he ever acquired such a low opinion of her? He saw her as a scrounging, wanton alley-girl, instead of the snow-white Goddess-image to which David so persistently clung. Which of these pictures was correct? She found Brad's concept the more exciting of the two, for it was such a new and unknown quality. But only the idea, she told herself-certainly not the man himself. God, he was so… disrespectful! Why hadn't there been any worship in his lust, the poor sick egomaniac!
Ah, but if only David were more aggressive and had the courage to take her like that, crudely and by force, instead of the polite and mutually suitable way they always did it. There might be so very much they could share, if that dear boy but dared. Of course, it would involve a terrible break with tradition, almost like doing away with Christmas and Thanksgiving. For, after all, wasn't he her husband?… clean, pastel and gallant? That was the role he insisted on, and by now she'd grown quite resigned to it. The die had been cast too long ago. And besides, she much preferred staying up there on his pedestal, for wives were at their best when they were shrines. And so, up there she would remain, lest he see some of the dirt that now lurked inside of her. She must somehow never let that boy know how much she'd grown to enjoy the act of intercourse; it would shatter all his illusions about her, poor darling. Those craven appetites had no place in the home! And the dread arrived of these lusts only convinced Linda even more that everything must remain exactly the same in the Fortune household. The soothing automation of familiar sharing, and safety…
But still… mightn't there be other anonymous brute-crawlers in the shadows of the trees? Now that she recognized this stirring birth of her needs, why not create more such opportunities? Ahh… they're all out there waiting to strap her up and drag her down… boys and men with their tangling dark hungers. Would she go seeking them now… other plungers, other rude ones?