The week following the housewarming at the Brendell's, Karen moved to a small, but remote beachhouse a few miles up the coast from San Clemente. Nat had helped her find it and she was thrilled in that it offered the perfect privacy for her work. Her nearest neighbor was a mile away if she walked the beach, two if she drove. It was precisely what she wanted.
She had not exactly gotten over the wild weekend as yet… and doubted that she ever would really, but in her heart she knew that there would never be another. Such promiscuity was not for her; she was certain of that now. Nat had made a bit of a scene when she told him it was over and done with between them, that she was not sorry for anything, but that it could never happen again… and thankfully, he was still her agent and friend.
God knows, she needed friends… somebody. She had no idea what had happened to Jeff, nor did his office. She'd made several calls, left her number and address, but no one had seen him in several days. Probably, if the truth were known, she thought, he was shacked up with Muriel Brendell… that bitch!
Moving about the solid little house, still putting things away and rearranging she could hear the surf pounding, a lilting sound she had always dreamed of one day being able to write by. She had spent most of the day on the beach, bikinized, thinking of nothing, with the occasional exception of Jeff, and then when the sun had set she had come inside to broil herself a steak. She had already tossed the salad, consumed a couple of martinis to the romantic sounds of a stack of her favorite records, and was just about to cut into her steak before shedding her bikini and getting a good night's rest when the front door burst open.
Karen leaped to her feet at the sudden invasion, her steak slipping from the plate to the floor. My God, it was Jeff, staggering unshaven, red-eyed… He was quite drunk.
"Greetings, slut!" he spat, his handsome face contorted in a bitter grin, his white teeth gleaming at her.
"Jeff… You gave me an awful start. Wh-what are you doing here?" Karen heard herself stammer as she came slowly around the small kitchenette table, moving toward the front room where he stood, the door still open wide behind him.
Without looking, he fumbled for it and slammed it closed, his eyes seemingly leveled on her near nakedness, with only the wisp of bikini and sheer waist apron covering her. She felt the light illuminating her from behind, swallowed tightly and walked toward him, forcing a smile. My God, he looked terrible.
"There was a note on my desk," he said thickly. "You'd called. I thank you for that… and the address. It saved me a lot of trouble."
"Y-Yes… I wanted to see you… to talk to you," she managed, still smiling. "Look… I was just going to eat something. Are you hungry? Can I fix…?"
"The only thing I'm interested in eating is your cunt!" he shot at her. "That's why I'm here, baby. I want to know what makes a frigid woman suddenly a wildcat in bed."
Karen felt her stomach turn over at his lewd reference. She fell backwards a step, but still held her head high as she fought for words. "J-Jeff, please… please don't say things we'll both be sorry for…"
He laughed bitterly, then, began to move toward her. "I doubt that I'll be sorry for anything I say or do to you, Karen, my lovely little ex-wife," he hissed at her.
She backed all the way to the wall of the kitchenette before he finally moved in on her, his teeth clenched, his lips drawn back in obvious hate while his eyes blazed in clear ugly lust and his hand reached out, his fingers hooking into the flimsy material between her rising and falling breasts.
Karen gasped aloud as with a snarl he whisked it away, exposing her full, naked heaving breasts to his anger-filled eyes.
"Tits," he sneered vilely. "And the nicest tits I knew of… until Brendell put his filthy hands on them."
"L-Listen to me, Jeff…"
"Shut up!" he half shrieked at her, raising his hand as if to strike her. "I listened to you too long. What's worse… I believed you… The frigid little girl with all the puritanistic crap!" Suddenly, he caught her by the wrist and cruelly jerked her towards him, her breasts bouncing from his force. "Well, when I get through with you tonight, baby… you'll think Nat Brendell was a schoolboy!"
"Jeff… please, darling…"
"And don't call me darling… you… you goddamned little whore!" he screamed at her.
Karen shrank before his violence. He was drunk-mean and filled with hate; she cringed inside with fear as suddenly he turned away, clinging to her wrist and dragged her toward the bedroom. She pleaded behind him, but if he heard, he ignored her. Instead, he flung her across the bed and she dared not move. Then, as she stared in breathless dread, he began to undress.
"Listen to me, Jeff…" she began, almost sub-consciously, "I love you… always have… never stopped… My God… don't… don't do this thing to me again… to us…"
He came to the edge of the bed where her feet lay. He had removed his shirt and was staring down at her brutally. "You lousy bitch!" he spat. "You'd say anything right now, wouldn't you? Well… go ahead… say any goddamned thing you want… but when I get through fucking you this night you'll wish to God you never knew me."
"Jeff, please…?"
"Shut up and take that rag off!" he snarled. "I want to sink my cock in that cunt of yours… like half of Los Angeles has already done. Now… take it off!"
Karen winced beneath the bitter gall of his words. But he was insanely drunk… not himself and she knew it. He had never been brutal or cruel… never as she saw him now. He was a hurt little boy, endeavoring to take his hate out on someone… on her. Well, she wouldn't fight him. Maybe that would help, make him understand that she really loved him… for there was no reasoning with him now… She raised up and began to slither the tight little briefs down off her rounded hips.
Watching Jeff leered nastily. He said: "You've taken those things off so often for so many that it's become a second nature for you hasn't it, baby? The fact is… you don't have any honor left worth fighting for… eh?"
Suddenly, he was naked and she saw his long, thick shaft standing out rigidly from his loins. She swallowed tightly as she witnessed the lust and hate-swollen head jerk violently and she felt herself cringing before and beneath it.
"Oh… oh my God Jeff… please… please!" she begged. "Not this way…?"
He glared down at her beastially from the edge of the bed the belt from his trousers in his hand. "Did you plead with Nat Brendell? Or any of the others…?"
"Wh-What are you going to do with… with that belt?"
He laughed humorlessly. "Frightens you, eh? You filthy little pig! How many have fucked you, anyway? A dozen? Two dozen? Or can't you remember? You… you lousy whore!"
He lashed her across the belly unmercifully with the belt… again and again until she writhed away in pain and rolled over presenting her behind. He whipped her buttocks and her back, her thighs and her buttocks again until he was out of breath and she cried like a severely punished child. Then, he took a sheet, ripped it into strips and tied her hands and feet to the bedposts, but in such a meaner that she was on her knees with a long strip tied behind each knee to keep her from stretching out flat or curling up away from him. She offered him no resistance, only whimpered in the aftermath of her beating, until finally she was hopelessly and helplessly bound, and subject to whatever vile whim he chose to humiliate her with. Then, he climbed onto the bed behind her.
"Now, bitch, I'm going to fuck you this way for awhile," he spat down at her whining head buried in the pillow. "With your ass waving high in the air the way Brendell likes it. But first… first, I'm going to lick that cunt of yours. I want to know if it tastes as sweet as it looks."
Oh God in heaven… she couldn't believe what was taking place. She felt him climb from the bed, then heard him drinking… as if from a bottle. Again, his weight was on the bed behind her secured body and moving toward her. Her flesh burned and ached from the whipping he had given her, and she could hardly move from the obscene position he had tied her into. Her buttocks waggled high in the air behind her, her head necessarily drawn down to the pillow by the strips securing her outstretched arms… her ankles tied as were her knees from moving out of her distorted stance.
God… maybe she deserved the beating… maybe she did, but nothing more… not this degradation… not this humiliation… Her body lurched forward automatically as something warm and wet contacted the area back between her wide-spread buttocks. Again, it came and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her as she felt his tongue trail hotly upward along the crevice between her separated buttocks. And then it stopped to taunt her tiny, puckered anus! Jeff's tongue! It whipped her breath away and momentarily, she froze… gradually relaxing as she heard the wet sluicing sound of his tongue laving the smooth white cleft of her backside. Oh… oh God… it was… was good… good! It continued… and then, she felt the tight lips of her cunt being pressed open gently with his thumbs… and the cool air seeping in… Oh Jeff! Jeff!
"Darling!" she exclaimed, and he slapped her stingingly across the ass.
Dear God… he hates me, she thought, as she felt her soft, hair-lined cuntal lips being pulled apart again… and then, his tongue! Oh… oh… oh! I mustn't tell him or he'll stop. No, I mustn't tell him… Oh God, it's beautiful… beautiful! It's an ecstasy all its own… his tongue flicking wetly… curling into my vagina… Ooooohhhhh! Now what? His finger… pressing at my anus… Ugh! It's in! Moving up inside my rectum while his tongue licks… Oh God! My clitoris! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!… Dear Jeff, darling, darling, darling… His finger… or is it two? Whichever, they're setting me on fire… expanding that entrance… I know what you intend to do to me, darling! I know! And it's all right… I want you to! I wont you to!
Suddenly, he raised his head and moved in close to her completely defenseless, upthrust ass, his aching prick dancing wildly as he pressed its throbbing head against the tight little puckered entrance to her asshole.
"Now… you be a good girl and I'll wet this so it'll slip in nice and easy, understand?
Karen didn't answer.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he hissed down at her. "I just wanted you to know so you could cringe a little. Maybe, you haven't been screwed too much there yet, and it'll be still somewhat virginal…"
"It is virginal!" she blurted up from the pillow at him. "I'm not what you think I am… and I back!"
Karen couldn't hold back the tears of pain and humiliation, yet her fear of disobeying him in his present half-crazed state forced her to respond. She hunched back suddenly as he pressed forward and she felt the excruciating torture of his throbbing shaft surge into her, pushing the rubbery resistant flesh before it until finally, with one last buttock-flattening lunge he had ground it all the way up inside the warm, constricting depths of her rectum.
"Ooahhh, my God," she moaned in her torment, biting at her lower lip until she tasted her own blood; then, she felt his pelvis smack solidly into the softness of her upturned buttocks and his balls swing hard against the spread lips of her vagina below. Dear God, she was impaled to the hilt, unable to move and afraid to breathe with the unbelievable, horrible pressure that felt as if her thighs were splitting agonizingly apart.
His body stilled momentarily, as if he had found, perhaps, a tiny fleck of mercy in his revenge-crazed mind, and while the walls of her widely stretched rectum slowly adjusted, the brutal pain began to subside. She still felt ripped and stretched there from the unnatural invasion, white at the same time and for some perverted reason she had begun to experience a sensation of atonement.
She deserved everything he was doing to her… and would do to her! It had been her fault they divorced… not his! She had nearly ruined their lives… and played the slut to obtain her portion of success in the bargain! She was a whore! And now she would crawl before him… let him use her like a lowly slave if he wanted… endure whatever pain, degradation and humiliation he would inflict upon her willingly to prove her love to him!
"How do you like that, bitch?" he snarled down at her thickly, grinding his pelvis hard between her flattened buttocks and seemingly shoving his rigid cock right up to her colon. Then, he flexed the turgid head painfully and she gasped aloud.
Oh God, give me the strength to endure it! I must keep my wits…
"Brendell, ever get it in this deep, pig?" he grunted as he began to saw rhythmically far up into the pink inflamed passage.
I-I've got to reach him… make him understand… for when he's through with me tonight I'll never see him again… This will truly be the end for us… it's now or never…
Jeff groaned as suddenly he felt her anal muscles tighten around his long thick length buried inside her. His prick throbbed harder and he could barely believe it when the round soft moons of her buttocks began to churn back against him in a slow, methodical undulation. He moaned again as he felt her channel convulse and tighten around him warmly while he moved in and out of her, watching the pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole clinging to his shaft as he drew out, then disappearing back inside with his inward thrust.
Karen, kneeling before and beneath him, prayed… prayed as she had never before prayed in her life that she would be able to reach him… make him understand how much she loved him. In her obscene position she began to rotate her round full buttocks in tiny circles, waving her voluptuous cheeks back at him lasciviously… until it dawned upon her of a sudden that undoubtedly there was some whore in her, for she had begun to experience a tingle of masochistic excitement. Oh God, she wanted to enjoy it… had to enjoy it to make him feel her love. There was still pain, but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself bucking and squirming back to meet the lewd impalement while he jerked forward into her.
"Damn! You are a bitch!" he hissed down at her bitterly, grunting each time he surged forward; she too, had begun to moan almost incessantly and uncontrollably beneath him, twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lustful invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper.
"No… no!" she managed to cough at him. "No one has… has ever done… done this to me… before. It's… it's you, Jeff… darling… I-I love you… don't you see?"
She turned her face to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes plunging deep into her. Her long blonde hair flowed out over the bed, flailing wildly as with a violent thrust she would grunt and toss her head to the other side.
'Could it be true,' he thought, his brain reeling in its liquor sodden state? Did she really love him? Had he misjudged her?
"Oooooh, oooooh," Karen moaned and grunted beneath him while be pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart, allowing him to go deeper and just holding it there. His cock was buried to his very balls up her expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again.
"Oooooh, darling… free my hands," she pleaded. "Please… I want to feel your balls while you fuck me there…?"
"Huh? Wh-what?"
"Please, darling?"
He pulled out of her suddenly, his mind a whirlpool of muddled thoughts. Good God, what was he doing to her? He jerked the strips from her legs then freed her wrists, his eyes wet now with his own tears.
"Wh-what have I done to you, darling?" he gulped.
Karen threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She had rolled onto her back and drawn him down to her, her full white breasts crushed against his chest. He felt her tiny tongue push into his mouth and he wanted to weep with spontaneous joy.
"Ooooh… oh, Jeff, my darling, I love you… love you… love you!" she breathed sweetly into his face.
"And I love your!" he gasped. "Always have… never stopped. Oh God, the things I've done to you tonight…"
Tears streamed down his handsome cheeks and she held his head tightly against her smooth firm breasts in delicious ecstasy. Thank God… she had reached him!
"C-Can you forgive me… ever, Karen?" he whimpered like a child who had been bad
She smiled to herself, then whispered: "Yes, darling… on one condition…"
"What?" He pulled his head free and looked down into her beautiful face. "Anything… anything…"
"Then… finish the job you started before I go mad," she said, rising up to her knees and grinding her naked loins in lewd invitation.
"Christ!" he blurted, scrambling to his own knees behind her as she reached between her legs and gently grasped his prick, drawing its pulsating head between the soft moist flanges of her cunt once more to wet it, then placing its thick, rubber tip again against her tight pulsating rectum.
"Easy, darling," she said softly. "It's a little sore now…"
"We don't have to do it this way," he blurted. "I-I was trying to hurt you before…"
"No, darling… I want you to fuck me there," Karen said excitedly. "To be the first and only one who ever has or ever will. I want it to hurt me… I deserve to be hurt by you, my darling!" she insisted, a masochistic gleam dancing in her eyes. She lowered her hand to cradle his balls back between her legs, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that caused him to grunt loudly as he pressed the spongy, blood-inflated head of his now aching cock into her anus once more, unable to control the fury of his lunge as he sent it soaring right up her still expanded asshole.
"Ooooh ooooh," Karen groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin round buttocks again. "Oh my God, darling, it hurts beautifully," she moaned. "Oh Jeff, fuck it! Rape it! Make me know that you love me! Fuck it hard, darling! Hard! Hard!"
Jeff gasped and listened to her words in lewd rapture as she jerked back against his lustful sodomizing of her rectum, as though she were reveling in its depraved possession of her asshole. The pain had obviously gone and her head was turning from side to side once more, her beautiful long blonde hair thrashing wildly. Her face reflected her sheer joy and Jeff watched his throbbing white cock disappearing rhythmically all the way into her wildly gyrating buttocks with each hard, long thrust.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Karen chanted as she waved her ass salaciously back against his eager plunges. She wanted him to come, to shoot his warm load of sperm deep into her belly, to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. The beautiful ecstasy of it! He was raping her virginal asshole… just as he had raped her cunt in the very beginning! Only this time, it would be different! He had come back to her and he would hold him! Later, this night she would suck him dry! He was her own Jeff… home forever! "Oh… oh yes, darling, fuck it like that!" she crooned back at him.
She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass now, and there was no pain, only the feeling of being filled to capacity by the one man she loved. Her shoulders lowered to the bed so that her ass was now sticking high up in the air and her darling's huge cock could fuck her at will. Her eyes glazed in her blissful rapture and she ground happily back against it, feeling it throb into unbelievable hugeness that could only mean one beautiful moment was at hand.
He was going to cum in her there! Again, she reached back to graze and caress his pulsating balls as she felt the first delicious hot waves of his white liquid squirting into the depths of her rectum. He grunted and groaned as he continued to pound into her, while Karen felt his hot jets of sperm splashing around like whitewash inside her. The magnificent sensation brought her own release and she screamed as the hot flow gushed from her open cunt, saturating his balls pressed tightly into it…
Moments later, he crawled up beside her and they collapsed in each other's arms. Then Karen wept; she was that happy. But neither of them spoke for a long, long time. They were too content just to have found one another again. Words were no longer necessary. Everything was going to be all right now… and they both knew it with all their young hearts.