The effects of the drug which Dianne Keller had unknowingly taken into her body through the Bacardi in her Cuba Libres were still heating the sensually stimulated girl for many hours into the night, long after she had left an exhausted and sleeping Kye to go into her own room. The incessant arousal smoldering in her belly and down between her legs drove Dianne to fingering herself into a series of wild climaxes in the darkness, the last one aided by the handle of her hair brush. With her long legs nakedly drawn up and back until her knees were touching her shoulders, her still swollen breasts flowing over her chest beneath them, she obscenely plunged the brush handle with a wild fucking motion in and out of the hungrily grasping hole in her hungrily upraised loins, while with the other she stroked and caressed the flaming little bud of her erectly palpitatingly clitoris in an insane effort to put out the lustful, unceasing fire incredulously tormenting her. At last, near exhaustion herself, yet still filled with maddening desire, she had been tempted to quietly steal into Kye's room and coax Sergeant to follow her back to her own bed, the lascivious thought of his long, thick animal-hardness battering into her seething pussy wantonly irresistible… But instead, she realized upon awakening, that she had mercifully lost consciousness.
It was almost noon the following day when she opened her eyes to a smiling Kye who was gently jostling her by the arm. For a long moment, it hardly occurred to the sleep-benumbed Dianne that she lay uncovered on her bed and stark naked. When she did discover the fact, she bolted upright with a start, drawing her thighs up tightly together as she crossed her arms over her lush breasts to feebly shield them from his young, ogling eyes.
"Kye! What're you doing in here…?" she embarrassedly snapped, sensing the flush to her cheeks as she gaped at him.
"It is the telephone, Mrs. Dianne! Captain Mark is waiting to speak to you! I knocked but you do not hear me, so I have to come in…!"
"Mark is on the phone, now?" Dianne interrupted the explaining teenager who was still avidly smiling at her.
"Yes, very much waiting for you, Mrs. Dianne!" he said, quickly scooping up her green silk gown from where she had tossed it over the chair and handing it to her. "Here, I will look the other way if you want!"
Dianne's memory bank overflowed then, filling her with a wave of scarlet-cheeked confusion, the full impact of shame yet to come. She swung from the bed, slipping the robe around her while he stood with his lean back to her, and then she, too, had to smile when she saw that he was grinningly watching her in the vanity mirror.
"Oh, you lusty young devil!" she reprimanded, but gently enough, the ridiculousness of her sudden modesty at this point absurd even to her. "You and I are going to have a very long talk the moment I hang up that telephone. So don't go away…!"
With that, Dianne hustled to the phone, desperately trying to clear and prepare her mind… "H-Hello… Mark darling…?"
"Yeah, where were you, honey, in the bathtub?"
"Yes… yes, I was showering," she managed to lie with a light-hearted tone. After all, it was crowding twelve o'clock noon. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"That's okay. I just wish I'd been there to watch that sexy little event," he said.
"M-Me too, darling."
"Well, it won't be much longer, baby… but listen, Kye and Sergeant have to appear before a special hearing up here at the base tomorrow morning. They will have to fly up this afternoon. Can you make the arrangements and take them to the airport?"
"Why… certainly, darting," Dianne replied, a feeling of apprehension tightening in her belly. "I-Is there anything wrong, Mark? I mean… how does it look for them?"
"God, hon, I really can't say," he answered, his voice straining for an uplifting tone, she thought. "I'm trying to pull all the strings I can. How're they doing, anyway? Are you all getting along together?"
"Y-yes… yes, of course! W-We're doing fine, dear," Dianne finally got out, guiltily wondering if that might not be the greatest understatement she had ever made to him. Oh God! "But… but… Mark, they just can't send them back… can they?"
"Damn, baby, I wish I could say no, they can't… but the fact is that they can…"
"And you believe they will!"
"I didn't say that, Dianne," he hastened to correct, "but… well, just don't get your heart set on them staying… It'll be easier to take that way…"
"Oh Mark… just the thought makes me ill!" Dianne choked, the mixture of emotions tearing at her inside enough to make her burst out in a torrent of tears. "God, I've come to love them both so much, darling! They just can't send them back there! It would be inhuman…!"
"Dianne, for Christ's sake, get hold of yourself, honey!" his voice came sharply commanding over the wire to her. "I know how you feel, but you hardly know them. Kye is just one of millions of boys who have been bred and suffered in their crazy war, except that he's lived like a prince in comparison to some! Look, as much as we both want to help him, yeah, and the dog, too, we're going to have to go by the decision of the authorities! Now, the best we can do is hope, and I swear, baby, I'm doing everything I can for them!"
"Oh, I know you are, Mark darling. I-I'm sorry… I'm over emotional this morning, I guess…" the young, strung-out wife apologized, running fingers absently through her long blonde tresses while she stared unseeingly with the tears that had welled up into her eyes.
"I understand, doll. Believe me, I do…"
But he didn't, she knew. There was no way he could understand, for even she couldn't analyze the almost frantic love and possessiveness for both the boy and his dog which had taken such a lecherous hold of her! It was not only warped and wanton, it was as addictive as the most depraved drug habit, and though only moments before she had been prepared to admonish her young lover that neither of them could ever let, nor expect such lewd sexual acts to happen between them again, now she was desperately frightened that they wouldn't…!
"Dianne… Dianne…? Are you still on…?"
"Y-Yes, yes, Mark, I'm here… I-I was thinking what would be the best thing to do…"
"Well, after you hang-up, call the airport and find out when they can catch a flight up here," he said, detailing her necessary moves. "Try to get something into Riverside and not L.A… Then, you'll have to call me back and let me know their arrival time. That's all, outside of taking them to the airport… and keeping that cute little chin of yours up the way I remember it. Now, how about it, baby, can you handle it?"
"Yes, of course, I can, darling," she managed, firming her voice for him. "I'll take care of everything on this end. And you, Mark…? When am I going to have you for good…?"
"Just a few days, angel. Hang tight a little longer if you can. Can I count on you?"
"Y-You bet, lover!"
"Okay… okay… then, let's leave it right there! I'll wait for your call back… and here's the number…"
At three-thirty that afternoon, it was a weepy, lonesome Dianne who returned to their ground-floor apartment with a sensation of emptiness she could only compare to walking into her grandfather's home an hour after they had buried that loveable man. Never had she felt such an emotion of loss as she had on that day, for her Grandpa had been very dear to her. But she knew it again now, and there was no Grandma, aunts, uncles and other relatives to help share and minimize it. The morose feeling was one she had to endure alone.
The young wife made herself a Cuba Libre, feeling as if she were rattling around in the empty apartment as she walked into the living room and slumped down into Mark's favorite chair. Her mind, as it had ever since she'd left the airport after seeing them off with kisses and hugs, continued to function along the same fines. It reviewed in intimate detail all she could remember of her lewd acts with Kye, though much of it seemed fogged, and even as she knew remorseful shame time and again, the pain of Kye's and Sergeant's loss by far outweighed it.
She would never see either of them again, she felt certain. Their brief passing through her life had been a meaningful phenomenon, perhaps meant to make or break her! And she lingered on that teeter-board, didn't she? Shame continued to spiral through her like wafts of choking smoke, but she could cough it away, and when it was gone there were all the breaths of sensual excitement that Asiatic street-boy had raised, then erotically satisfied within her!
Oh, the little, lovable devil! With his whores and Joes… and his Mr. Ace! Who was he? Mr. Ace! That absurd alias, or was it a title of sorts…? She tried to think of when they had talked about such an individual and couldn't. Yet, the name had registered with her! Mr. Ace… He would pay ten-thousand American bucks for you…!
Dianne shook her head and drank heavily from her glass. So much had happened so quickly between them… and Sergeant…! God, she thought, her half-morbid, half-invigorated mind racing back and forth between the somber and the sensual, the ultimate realization finally fixing itself that Mark Keller would very, very soon again be her whole overwhelming world!
C-Could they find it together? Now, so much had happened during their separation! She loved him! There wasn't the slightest doubt in her mind about that… but… but love was many things, wasn't it? Could he… would he love her as that fourteen year old boy had done, like an innocently smiling little slave, firing her so that she could do the same to him? God, she had never realized the importance of such love-making, where each subjects one's self to the other's passionate delights!
Dianne drained her glass enroute to the kitchen to make another, contemplating changing the mini-dress she had worn to the airport for shorts and halter. The tingling feel of the cool liquid spilling down her throat pleased her, and on the second, she drank half of it right then and there. Damn, she needed an uplift of some sort, and it was nicely doing the job.
Suddenly, she was very confident that Mark would manage something. He loved them both as much as did she, and even before…! Yes, he would… her darling, Mark, and then… then, she would have all of them around her!
Goddddd!
The bell at the front entrance rang before she had retraced her steps into the living room. Setting her glass down, Dianne walked to the door, tugging it open, annoyed at having her private world interrupted. She had expected an unknown face, a salesman of some nature, but instead she looked into that of the young neighbor boy, Olaf.
"Oh… Olaf… what… can… can I do something for you?"
Knute Jensen was anything but a gentle person, and aware of it, the massive, bewhiskered man took certain pride in the fact. His own father, a brute who had believed in the wisdom of the horsewhip as well as the evils of education, had been his cruel teacher. He'd hated his father with a passion, and the day he had found him dead in the barn from a heart attack, he had taken the old man's bottle of whiskey from its hiding place and sat down beside the dead body to laugh and drink himself drunk.
As near as possible, he had raised Olaf under the same rules of tyranny, except that the law, as well as his wife while she lived, had demanded the boy attend school until he was sixteen. Knute had realized the waste of this, but a poor man couldn't fight the law and a wise man never argued with a bitch-woman. He was only sorry that she had died before their overgrown offspring had been arrested for using and selling marijuana. Christ, how he would've gloated and taunted her with that. As it was, his only satisfaction came in the knowing that he had been right, and his continual punishment of the son whom the court had seen fit to release to him on probation until the boy was twenty-one.
Naturally, Knute had snatched the big oaf out of school immediately and put him to work around the building where he himself had been caretaker for five years. Now with his bitch-wife dead and cold in the ground and the boy to do the work, the fat, barrel-chested father was enjoying his version of the fruits of life for the first time in his half-century of living, drinking his daily fill of booze and wenching with the tavern sluts to his lusty heart's content.
But the Goddamned kid was not only lazy, he was sneaky and undependable, traits he'd inherited from his mother. It was necessary that Knute have one eye on him all the while if they were to keep the work up around the building, which was exactly what the grey-haired, bearded man was doing at the moment, only to see his muscular, blond-haired son standing at the open doorway of the Keller apartment talking to the captain's sweet-assed young wife.
Just what in hell was he up to, anyway? Knute had seen her drive off with the foreign kid and his dog, then come back alone, deciding that it couldn't be him Olaf was looking for. Anyway, there was no Goddamned time for him to fuck-off with that scrawny little shit! If he didn't have enough to keep him busy, Knute could damn sure find more… But sonofabitch… she was letting the stupid lunkhead in… stepping aside and… sure as hell, Olaf was going in and closing the door behind him!
J-Just what in hell was going on, anyway, the powerful man wondered as he swilled from his can of beer, his red-rimmed eyes fixed on the closed door. Hmmmmmm… maybe she's having trouble with that drain again… or the leaky faucet in the bathroom…? Whatever, he'd just stand right there and watch for a few minutes… and that fat-headed kid better not be too damned long at it either…
"I-I couldn't imagine who it might be," Dianne said with a questioning little smile. "Y-You know, of course, that I had to take Kye and Sergeant to the airport. They have to be up at March Air Force Base tomorrow morning…"
"Yeah, I saw you leave… then come back," the big boy said, shifting his solid weight almost nervously from one foot to the other. His small blue eyes moved wetly over her in a sweeping glance, causing an uneasy feeling to flutter through the blonde young wife. "I-I been waiting to talk to you about something… something important, Mrs. Keller…"
"Oh…?" Dianne followed with surprise.
"Well… what is it, Olaf?"
"I-It's going to take a few minutes to explain, Ma'am, and… and if my paw sees me standing here… well…" he said, hoping she would take the hint.
For a hesitant moment, Dianne stood silently surveying the older boy, well aware of the strict treatment his father subjected him to, and why. She'd never had much contact with the big blond youth, actually having little reason to, and she wondered if maybe it was not his size that made her feel uneasy around him. However, she knew about his scrape with the law and felt that his father was unnecessarily punishing him, especially after the court had been lenient enough to let him free on probation… besides, he had befriended Kye, and that had found a soft spot with her…
"C-Come in dear," she finally invited, stepping to oneside and holding the door for him, subconsciously fingering the low-cut front of her revealing summer mini. She closed the door and followed, pointing toward a chair. "Sit down, Olaf," she offered, easing down onto the arm of another and carefully angling her long legs into an inconspicuous position. "Now… what is it you want to talk to me about?"
Olaf dropped onto the davenport and edgily rubbed the palms of his big hands against his thighs. He stared at her, his thick tongue licking out to moisten his worm-like lips. "I-I guess I might as well come right out with it, eh…?"
Dianne continued to study him, noting the trace of a half-smile tugging suggestively at his mouth, a feeling of tightness beginning to gnaw at the base of her belly. It was the way he had said it, plus the dull gleam in his blue eyes which she had not noticed before that made his grinning expression one of luridness to her, causing sudden little chills to apprehensively race up her back.
"J-Just what are you trying to say, Olaf?" she managed, the strain in her voice apparent.
The heavy-set, blond headed boy leaned forward in his sitting position, once more licking at his thick lips, then said: "I saw it all last night, Mrs. Keller… between you and Kye on his bed, I mean… you sucking him and he licking your cunt… then, the way you got on top and fucked him… like maybe you weren't ever going to get enough! Yeah… I watched it all, Ma'am… and I thought it'd be nice if you did the same thing to me, eh…?"
Dianne sensed the blood drain from her face as the impact of his horrifying statement struck her like a severe blow-to the solar plexus. For a moment, she thought she might faint… almost wishing she could! Awe-stricken, she gaped at him, unable to think, move, or speak! She was petrified!
"Hope I haven't upset you, Mrs. Keller," he went on, the lewd grin distorting his oafish face glaring meaningfully at her. "I mean, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone… like your husband, or the fuzz, eh? That is… as long's you're nice to me… Maybe, a good suck job, then a fuck would do… for this time."
"Ooohhh… my God…!" Dianne moaned, the full meaning of his intentions shockingly registering in her mind, his filthily spewed four-letter words tormentively bouncing against the walls of her skull! In seconds, rage followed, fuming and born out of growing desperation at his brazenly vile attempt to blackmail her!
"Y-You better get out of here, Olaf Jensen… and right this minute before I call your father!" Dianne heard her own unsteady voice breakingly threaten. "I mean it! Get out this minute…!"
"Oh shit, lady!" the broad-shouldered youth vulgarly spat with a snigger. "Now just what the hell good would that do you? I've got you cold and you know it! Last night you and that Asian fink went the whole suck-fuck route, and how do you know that maybe I didn't take a few pictures of your little party? But whether I did or didn't, you're sure going to have one hell of an explaining job if I let the word out. And don't think for a Goddamned minute that the fuzz couldn't make that little scrawny shit spill all he knows! Anyway… why take the gamble, Mrs. K? All you have to do is just lead the way into the bedroom and strip down… the rest I'll take care of itself… once you get an eyeful of a man-sized cock!"
No, she wasn't going to faint, nor was it as simple as a nightmare she could awaken from! But worse, were the incredible, tiny sensations of ridiculous excitement his obscene demands and use of lewd terms were stirring up inside her! Good God! What insane thing had suddenly happened to her chemistry that she could be sensually aroused by the likes of this overgrown young monster who intended to actually force her into having sex with him? She must be losing her mind for certain! I-It just couldn't be the drinks… could it? She'd had only two… but…
Abruptly, Olaf got to his feet, his move frightening Dianne onto her own. She retreated a step with a sharp intake of breath, not trying to hide her open fear. He was still half-grinning, his small, teenaged eyes beady with growing excitement.
"D-Don't touch me, Olaf! Don't!" Dianne hissed, her green eyes saucered as she took another step backwards, then dropped them to the swollen bulge in the front of his faded jeans. The obvious outline of his thickly lengthening penis was like an irresistible lodestone to them. "Oh God… God! Stay away from me! Y-You horrible young boy, you…!"
"And you're a cock-sucking cunt!" he spat bitterly, reaching out to catch her by the wrist and jerk her tightly against him, his powerful teenaged arms wrapping around her. "So, I'm a horrible young boy, am I? Well, you don't know the half of it, you child molesting bitch!" he hoarsely added, smothering his young wormish-lips down onto her soft, ripe ones, his meaty hand suddenly twisting into her long, blonde hair from behind.
Dianne reactively struggled against the overwhelming might of him, both revulsed and sensually stimulated by the wet, tongue-ramming feel of his half-opened mouth covering hers, and the pungent odor of masculine perspiration acridly filling her head! He held her then with one vise-like arm around her hour-glass waist, his huge hand ensnarled in her hair to force her head back and her face up to him. With the other, he plunged it brutally inside the front of her low-cut mini with a little ripping sound, until he was harshly clutching the naked, yielding flesh of one sensitive breast inside her wispy bra! She whimpered against his brutal, slobbering mouth and tongue as he began to animalishly maul the resilient, tender mound, kneading and gouging its defenselessly giving whiteness, finally pinching its tiny nipple into unwanted hardness with an almost savage ignorance.
"Oh God… please, Olaf?" she pleaded, twisting her mouth free. "You're hurting it! Don't… ohhhhhh, please, Olaf…?"
"Please, my ass!" the big teenager leered back at her. "You weren't begging Kye off you last night, lady, and it ain't going to do you any good to try it on me! You're going to put out, damn you… even if I have to rape you!"
"That's exactly what you'll be doing… raping me!" Dianne gasped, trying to wedge her hands between them and against his deep young chest. "And you know what they'll do to you for that? There won't be any probation like you're on now…!"
"Don't try to hand me that crap, Mrs. Keller!" Olaf snarled down into her paled, emotion-filled face. "You aren't going to take the chance of turning me in and we both know that. How would you ever explain Kye to your husband, saying nothing of the cops? Now, come on… it's going to be nicer for both of us if you cooperate… but either way, it's going to happen, Mrs. Keller… you're going to suck my cock and balls dry!"
The horrible truth of his words washed through Dianne's brain like a raging, resistance-crushing tidal wave! She was totally helpless against his compromising advances and she knew it as well as did he! There was absolutely nothing she could do but submit to whatever he demanded of her, the shocking realization inciting an unbelievable feeling of subjugation within her, a tell tale, masochistic groan raising in her slender white throat.
Oh dear God!
His hot breath rasped down into her face. He continued to hold her tightly against him, his hand cruelly wound in her, hair, the other gentling as it kneaded and explored her now completely exposed breasts from his tearing of the front of her dress and bra. He mashed his thick young lips down onto her lush, unresisting ones again, spearing his long, hot tongue wetly into her mouth to lewdly lash at her own. Her mind continued to swirl with the incredulity of the situation and the baffling thrills of sensuality his lustful young manhandling of her were shamefully filing in her tense, soft belly and rapidly moistening loins. He hauled her tighter to him then, grinding his solid, masculine pelvis against the supple give of her yielding little belly and she felt it… the long, thick hardness of his swollen teenaged penis through the material of their clothing, its unmistakable throbbing presence quickly wiping all else from her unknowingly drugged brain!
A wild sensation of unsolicited arousal charged through Dianne at the feel of its startling hugeness pressuring into the resilience of her excited, round belly. Tiny quivers of mounting desire swept uncontrollably upward along the smooth hollow of her back, a second little masochistic moan escaping her as she slipped her arms around his neck, mindlessly forcing her revering loins tighter to him! God, was he just a boy? She could barely conceive of that any longer with the hot, promising feel of his lengthy rod of thick hardness pulsating against her trembling belly which was now straining smotheringly to it!
God forgive her… but it was happening to her again, just as it had the night before with Kye… the blind desertion of all control at the mere feel of his young, throbbing cock! But this made even less sense to her than her reaction to Kye! There had been a strong feeling, a possessive love for that enchanting, young darling, while this one who was more of a man than a boy she wanted to loathe for forcing her to submit… yet she couldn't help herself! The same insane and lecherous sensations had already reared into being within her feverishly smoldering loins, plus the weird masochistic thrill which was causing her to strain shamefully against him, her breathing shortening in its panting gasps!
Olaf sensed the collapse of her weak resistance, a surge of young, wild lust rocketing through him. Hell, it'd been a lot easier than lied expected! She'd just seemed to come unglued the moment he'd ground his hard cock into the hot softness of that rounded little belly of hers! Christ, it was enough to drive him bonkers, but there wasn't any doubt about it the way she was fuming on! She was actually kissing him back now, and sucking his tongue, her sexy, fucking hips and that quivering belly rubbing in little circles against his ever-stiffening cock! Goddamn, her beautiful big tits were burning right into the palms of his hands! He'd had a few girls before, but none of them had tits as luscious as hers!
He jerked his head upright and spoke while he continued to fondle and massage her warm, passion-swelling breasts. "W-Where we going to do it, Mrs. Keller?"
Dianne stared up into the lust-filled, small eyes of his young, excited face, her breathing coming in roused, heaving breast movements. His powerful teenaged loins with the enthralling long thickness of his hardened penis remained burningly pressured against the trembling resilience of her straining belly, and she felt the first sensuous seepage of warm vaginal moisture oozing from between her fleshy pussy-lips to dampen the thin strip of sheer nylon snugged against them between her tingling thighs. No longer did she feel any urge to resist him; that only meant denial for herself, and she had already reached far beyond that point! She had to see it… hold it in her hand… suck it into her mouth just as she had for Kye!
"N-Not here," the impassioned young housewife whispered huskily. She took his hand and he let free of her. "Come on… into my bedroom… If we're going to do it, let's… let's both get naked so we can do it right…"