Deadly Chemistry
23 Avenging Angel
“WILL YOU TAKE ME TO ELKHART? He might be watching the bus station here.” I’d helped her put her suitcase in the trunk and buckle little Audrey in a back seatbelt. I tucked the shoulder restraint behind the little girl so it didn’t come across her face and put the diaper bag next to her. The girl got in the front seat. As soon as she mentioned the guy watching the bus station I got paranoid.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I don’t know. West or south. However far a hundred dollars will get us. It’s all I have.” I turned north and picked up the toll road headed west. “Where are we going?” She looked like she was ready to panic.
“LaPorte. If you go to Elkhart, you’ll just come back to the bus terminal here in South Bend on your way to Chicago.” I didn’t mention the fact that I thought she might be setting me up by getting me to go to Elkhart. “You know I can’t give you the reward unless you go to the police. Why did you come to me?”
“I tried. They kept wanting to know who I was and where I was when I called. I panicked when I saw a cop car and hid until they left. I don’t care about the reward. I just want my baby safe.”
“How do you know who killed Denise?”
“I lived with him the past three years. Ever since I got pregnant. What a stupid girl I am!”
“Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. You can’t be very old.”
“I’m nineteen. Audrey is three. I was sixteen when Hawk knocked me up.” Hawk? That name rang a bell. “I really thought he loved me. But I’m not young and pretty anymore. I’m just something to trade for drugs.”
“What?”
“He lets his dealer fuck me to get him stuff to shoot up.”
“Christ! You need to press charges against him.”
“I can’t. He’ll kill me, and if he doesn’t, one of his gang or the dealer or somebody else will. I just need to save my baby.” If this girl was acting, she deserved an academy award. She was holding back tears, trying to be strong.
“What’s the rest of Hawk’s name?”
“Lester. You met him once. He hates you. He thought it was you he beat up that night.”
“The time I took Denise home and you had a baby standing beside him and his gang.”
“You called me an easy white girl. You should have said whore.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s true.”
“What are you going to do when you get wherever you’re going?”
“The only thing I know how to do. I’ll trade sex for a safe place.”
“I don’t even know your name.”
“You don’t need to. I’ll change it as soon as I’m out of town anyway.”
“How do you know Hawk killed Denise and beat up Josh?”
“I didn’t at first. He seemed to be all broke up about it when we heard the news. Then he started disappearing every Friday night. ‘Going to see his girlfriend,’ he’d say, as if I was nothing. Then I followed him last week. He goes to her grave. It’s disgusting. I yelled at him and he hit me. That’s not unusual. He hits me a lot. More the past few weeks. He said if I told anyone he’d kill me, too. All week he’s been looking at me like he hated me and I’d really get it as soon as he had his next fix. I ran away last night. I’ve been hiding in the parking lot behind the dumpster ever since the police tried to find me.”
“Isn’t there anyone you can go to? Your parents? A relative?”
“My parents threw me out as soon as they found out I was pregnant. Said no daughter of theirs was going to raise a nigger baby. I didn’t get to take anything. They just took my key and locked the door. I used to have a friend who moved out west. I’ll try to find her.”
“Do you have any money?”
“I stole Hawk’s stash. I figured he was rich and could afford it. There was a hundred and twenty dollars.” I got off the Toll Road and headed into LaPorte. When I saw a branch of St. Joseph Valley Bank, I pulled in.
“Wait here,” I said with as much authority as I could put in my voice. I’d been putting money in the bank all year from my shows. They told me I could withdraw up to five hundred dollars. I did. When I got back to the car, she was changing Audrey’s diaper. When she finished, we headed to the bus terminal. “Here,” I said, handing her the five hundred. She looked around outside the parking lot and reached over to pull at my belt. I caught her hand. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t fuck you out here, but I can at least give you a blow job. If you want to get a motel room for a couple hours I’ll let you fuck all my holes.”
“This is so you don’t have to do that,” I said. “Stop thinking like a whore. Your daughter needs you. Buy a ticket someplace safe and clean up your life. Go to a shelter. They’ve got places where abused women can hide and get their lives together.” I put my hand on her face to turn her toward me and she flinched.
Shit!
“I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you and I won’t fuck you. I don’t know your name and I don’t know how to use the information you’ve given me without you there to be a witness. But I know who did it now and I won’t rest until he pays. Even then, I won’t rest well if I don’t think you are trying to put your life together. Denise’s life was wasted. Don’t waste yours.”
She got out of the car and I got her bag out of the trunk while she picked up Audrey. She didn’t say anything else. She shouldered the diaper bag, carried her daughter, and dragged the suitcase.
The more I thought about it, the sicker I got. Denise. I’d kissed her, held her, sucked on her nipples, pushed her to orgasm. I’d taken her riding. I’d taken her home. And my stupid cocky-assed remark to a bunch of street toughs got her killed. It was all my fault. They thought I was with her. I’d killed her.
I’d killed her.
I pulled into the drive and barely registered that Anna’s car was already there. I ran to the bathroom and heaved. And heaved. And when there was nothing left in my body, I still heaved. Anna was in a panic and on the phone to Mom. Jen and Court were by my side wiping my face with a washcloth.
“Yes, I think he’s got a fever, Marilyn. I’ll give him a couple of aspirin and see if he can keep them down. He hasn’t been able to talk yet. Just dry heaves.”
“Fine.” I managed to get out. “Must have eaten something. I’m fine now.”
“Clammy,” Anna said as she felt my forehead. “I’ll see you in a few minutes, Marilyn.” Jen ran a glass of water and I took a couple careful sips to be sure it would stay down. Then Anna handed me the aspirin. They went down and I got control of myself.
“I need a shower. That really hit me hard. I think it’s over now, though.” Jennifer and Courtney had the water running and were stripped naked before their mother could get out of the bathroom. In fact, I think Anna might have helped get me undressed and the water running. There was a quick smack on both girls’ butts and a little yelp.
“Just shower,” Anna commanded.
“We’re going to stay with Brian tonight,” Jennifer said as I climbed the stairs. “Just in case he needs anything. It’s not a precedent. I’m just not letting him out of my sight.” Courtney was already upstairs ahead of me. That was going to make it tricky, but both girls slept like the dead. Especially if I wore them out first. I’d just have to convince them that I was up to wearing them out.
Mom had found the thermometer when she got home and pronounced my temperature normal. Nobody counts ninety-nine as a fever. I managed to eat a little but Anna insisted that it be bland. Dad took one look at me and called me aside.
“Is there something we should be worried about?” he asked. I looked him in the eye. I hadn’t been sick like this since we found out about Denise.
“I just got to thinking about her and couldn’t stop, Dad. It still hurts.”
“Nobody gets over grief, Brian. It might not hurt as much as time goes by, but there will always be moments. You’ve got to try to deal with them without it wrecking you physically. Go bury yourself in your two girlfriends upstairs and let them soothe the soul as well as your body.” My dad. Simple solutions, but really good ones.
We’re an early-to-bed household. Since I still wake up at four-thirty every morning, I still go to bed by ten. It was earlier tonight, but that just gave me time to lick both Jen and Court into oblivion. The mouthful I’d given Court helped my outlook, too. But there was no way I was letting this go unanswered.
I’d hatched a plan. Looking back, it was a stupid plan, but I was sure it would work. I had a cassette recorder. I’d force a confession out of him and deliver him to the police with the tape. I just needed to get to Denise’s grave around midnight and catch him there. If Hawk’s girlfriend had told me the truth, he went to visit Denise every Friday night. She said he shot up drugs and drank. What a sick fucker.
About a quarter till midnight, I slipped out from between the girls. They never stirred. I grabbed my black shirt and jeans and slipped downstairs with my cassette recorder. I stopped in the kitchen to get my whipped cream canister out. I poured out two measuring cups with different household cleansers and grabbed a bottle of Allyl isothiocyanate, AITC to pour in the bottom of the canister. After my experience at the restaurant last summer I’d ordered a bottle of the distilled essence of horseradish. It came with a warning on the label to use in a well-ventilated place. I poured the bleach and ammonia in on top of the AITC and slammed the lid onto the creamer. My eyes still stung. I screwed a charger into the slot, put away the chemicals and put the cups in the dishwasher. In the garage, I grabbed my bike and a saddlebag and wheeled it out the side door. I stopped to grab a roll of duct tape and my ski mask. Then I walked the bike down the drive and started pedaling like crazy for the cemetery.
I’d only been here twice since the funeral. I felt bad about that. I should have visited her more often. I’d have found out about this earlier. At night you had to slip around a gate bar. You couldn’t drive through, but it was easy to walk in. I pulled on my ski mask and gloves and grabbed my sprayer of deadly fumes. My plan was simple. Between the chlorine and the AITC gasses in the creamer one good whiff would knock him out. I’d just sneak up on him and spray it in his face. Then I’d tape his hands behind his back and his feet together. I’d start the tape recorder and force him to confess. With luck, I wouldn’t have to hit him, but I knew that if I had to, I could.
One look at what he was doing and my plan flew out the window.
The sick mother-fucker!
I dumped the remains of my potent formula in a drainage ditch a few yards off the road on the way home. Yeah. I threw up there, too. I thought I’d make it home. I managed to get control of myself and swore that would be the last time. I rode home in the early morning stillness and walked my bike down the cinder drive so I wouldn’t make any noise. With it parked and my bag hung up, I returned my ski mask and the unused roll of duct tape to their places. In the kitchen, I washed the creamer and put it in the dishwasher. I stripped off my clothes in the bathroom and put them in the hamper and took another long shower. Mom was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, Mom. I just got to feeling queasy again and thought a shower would help. I think it’s settling down.” She felt my forehead.
“Why didn’t you use your new shower upstairs?” Damn it!
“I… uh… didn’t want to disturb the girls. I’m just not used to having a shower in my room, I guess.” Was that one answer or two? I wasn’t thinking too clearly.
“I think you just overdid it with those two last night before you got your strength back.” Mom glanced toward her bedroom door. I caught a glimpse of Anna’s naked body retreating into the room.
“It’s kind of hard not to overdo it with them sometimes.”
“Don’t I know it,” Mom smiled. “Go back to bed and try to get some sleep this time.”
I went quietly upstairs and wiggled my way in behind Courtney’s bare butt, pushing her more firmly into Jennifer’s arms. They never woke up.
I’m a monster, Hannah. I didn’t even think about what I was doing. He was masturbating on her grave. I just went crazy. I turned into a monster. How will I ever be able to face any of our girlfriends or the guys? I can’t ever tell anyone. I couldn’t even tell you if we were together. I can only think this out to you and know that somewhere, in some other life, you are comforting me. I know your answer. I did what was necessary. That’s the answer, isn’t it? That’s what you meant at the studio. You knew I’d do this. At least that girl—if she ever finds out—can come home with her baby now. If there’s anything for her to come home to. Maybe she’s better off in a new place. She was no older than you were when she got pregnant. But she loves her baby. Hannah, I need you so much. I love you. I hope you find what you’re looking for. Be safe my love. It’s an ugly world.
I pulled the bread dough apart into small hunks and draped a towel over it to rise one last time. When I woke up at five, Courtney stirred and found my cock wedged between her butt cheeks. That about set her off by itself. She wasted no time showing me that she wanted me to rub off against her and then reached back and wedged my cockhead against her anus just as I was ready to spurt. As soon as the first jet hit her, she slicked up and I slid further into her hole. Not quite enough to get past the rubbery muscle that worked there, but any more and I’d have been fully in her ass. She rolled over to face me, Jennifer still softly snoring next to us.
“I’d have pushed you all the way in if Jen had been awake,” Courtney said as she smothered me with kisses. “I want you to take me there first. I know I’m a dirty girl for even thinking about that, but you just can’t imagine how much it turns me on. I’m eighteen, Brian. Can we do it this week? This weekend? I love you.”
“You are such a fantastic lover,” I whispered. “I’ll do anything for you, Courtney. If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do. Right now, if you want.”
“Right now, I have to go to the bathroom and you have to make breakfast,” she whispered. “But next time, Brian, don’t stop. Don’t hold yourself back like I know you do. I want you in me. Next time.”
It seemed that I was collecting a lot of ‘next times’ from my girlfriends. I knew that Jennifer and Courtney and I would become lovers this summer. I suspected that Sam would be with us the way they’d been talking. Rose said, ‘next time.’ Elaine set up our date for Labor Day weekend.
I heard Mom and Dad and Anna stirring with both the master and the hall bath active. I checked the temperature of the oil in the electric frying pan and stretched out a piece of the bread dough. It was a decadent morning for my family. The fried dough sizzled when Anna put her arms around me from behind and squeezed me.
“How are you doing, son?” she whispered. She’d only once or twice called me son. It had started as son-in-law last summer, but with our explicit acknowledgment of her relationship with my parents, she’d tried dropping the ‘in-law’ part a couple times. I knew it was her way of both accepting and being accepted.
“Anna-Mom, how can I stay sick with a loving family all around me? I’m doing much better. Thank you for being there with me last night when I got sick.”
“I could hardly get to you for the way those girls were smothering you,” she laughed. “Ooh! Do I get the first one?” I slid the first fried dough onto a plate and sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar. I even had a cup of coffee with cocoa in it for her. “You are the best son.”
“Isn’t he, though?” Mom asked as she came into the room and repeated the actions that Anna had in squeezing me from behind. “No nausea this morning?”
“Not if I don’t think about it,” I laughed. It only takes a minute or two for the dough to fry so I slid the next one onto a plate for Mom and sprinkled it with powdered sugar. It was the way she liked it. She scooted in next to Anna and Dad laid a hand on my shoulder as he poured two cups of coffee. He didn’t say anything, but just gave a little squeeze. I got another fried dough ready for him and he took it straight to the table to butter it and put strawberry jam all over it. Everyone has their own favorite way to eat this confection. We heard the shower upstairs and I started the hot chocolate. The girls weren’t downstairs yet when tires crunched on the cinders outside and the back door flew open.
“Horses!” Sam called as she came into the kitchen. I wrapped her in a hug and gave her a kiss that was considerably more than what she expected as a good morning. She was surprised but returned it with increasing fervor. When we broke away from each other, she staggered back a step or two. “Maybe I’ll just go upstairs and wait in bed for you,” she sighed.
“It’s pretty heavily occupied,” Anna snorted.
“Oh, Anna-Mom,” Sam said as she leaned in to hug her. “Didn’t realize you were all here. Sorry about the PDA. Good morning, Mama Marilyn. Good morning, Hayden-Dad.” She hugged each of them and was about to sit when Jennifer came in.
“Good morning, girlfriend,” she said. Sam wrapped her in a hug and gave her a kiss that was only slightly less than what I’d given her. Then Courtney went through the same ritual.
“What’s this about you waiting in bed for someone?” Courtney asked.
“What do I hear about it already being occupied?” Sam shot back. All three girls giggled and we had to go through explanations about me getting sick last night and ‘slipping down for a shower’ in the middle of the night.
“What time was that, Mom?” I asked. “I never looked at a clock.”
“It was nearly two. And your nursemaids slept through it.”
“Oops,” Jen said, wide-eyed.
“I didn’t sleep through when he woke up at five,” Court grinned.
All-in-all it was a morning of good-natured teasing and I was beginning to feel balanced again by the time dishes were cleared and the washer was running—the last of the evidence being washed away. Horses were next on the agenda. The girls were chattering a mile-a-minute about all the fun they would have this summer. Sam planned to show Rika in the senior division again this year and, of course, Jen and Court wanted to help her train. I spent a long time quietly brushing Jingo. Horses can hear what you are thinking. Don’t ask me to prove it. I just know. I talk out loud to the horses when I’m brushing them or riding, but I know you don’t have to. I couldn’t this morning. I just brushed and silently asked Jingo to help me. He stood quietly, letting me help myself as I locked the events of the past night deep down inside me. The girls saddled and I waved to them as they rode off toward the woods.
I am a rock.
And my fortress was pulling into the drive. Whitney greeted me with the kiss of a lover. In her embrace, the rest of the world faded away.
“Darling, can we just do forms today and then go make love?”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she answered. “You leaving at six-thirty for work has put a crimp in our workouts and I leave for camp tomorrow.” We went to the big front yard to work on our forms, slowing finding our connection and flowing from one move to another. We did them all slowly and then again at full speed. The exercise did wonders for me. We were hot and sweaty by the time we finished. “I hear you have a new shower big enough for two,” she said. “Let’s go use it.”
“Brian, we’ve got to do something about the number of cars in the drive,” Dad called from the house. I looked toward the garage. With Anna’s, Elaine’s, Sam’s, and Whitney’s cars in the drive, there was no way Dad could get out of the garage. “We’ll take Anna’s car for now, but you need to figure out parking so we can all get in and out.”
“Sure, Dad. We’ll figure it out. I’ll try to have things moved around by the time you get home.” The three of them left and Whitney and I went into the house and upstairs.
“How long do you think we have until those other girlfriends come in and want you?” Whitney asked as we stepped into the hot shower and held each other.
“I could put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door,” I said.
“And you think that would help? I just want to make sure that when they come in, I’m flat on my back with both feet in the air while you pump deep inside me.”
“Um… Whitney? Are you trying to establish your territory or something?”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s going to be so hard being away at camp this summer since I know what’s here at home. I won’t even get to come back for fireworks since the camp I’m going to is at UConn. This is it, Brian. Lou has already told me that I have a place at IU next fall as long as I stay sharp. But there will be women’s coaches from six top universities scouting the camp at UConn. What am I going to do if I get recruited to, like UCLA?”
“You’ll go wherever it’s best for you to be, Whitney. It’s too bad there’s no professional women’s basketball. But you’ll be at the peak of your form by Olympic tryouts in two years. Go where you have the best chance of making the team.”
Whitney looked down at me as we stretched out on the bed. She’d made sure with her hands that I was rigid and I knew with my fingers that she was wet. She straddled me and lowered herself onto my pole with a sigh. I stroked up her sides and over her tiny breasts. I know it’s weird, but I hoped they never grew. They were so perfect on her. As I moved my hands, I could feel every muscle pulse and contract. Whitney was strong and muscular with very little body fat, but she wasn’t overbuilt. She looked lithe and powerful. I traced a bruise on her right side and she winced a little.
“I didn’t do that to you, did I?”
“Master Cho. He wanted to remind me that I still had a long way to go in my training and that I should have something to remind me to work when I left for the summer.”
“I’ll put some arnica on it.”
“No. That would defeat my master’s purpose. He could have broken every rib on that side with the kick he gave me. But he pulled it just enough to bruise and make me sore. He wants me to bear that mark to camp and I will.”
“I’m just not that devoted to the art,” I said.
“No. You’d never make it against other people who are well-trained. But you have enough skill to defend yourself against almost anyone else. That’s why Coach Hancock is the only one who knows you train. As long as no one knows you have that weapon, no one will challenge you to use it. It will simply be there when you need it.”
“Whitney, love? Can we stop talking about this for a few minutes and just make love? You are doing something inside that is driving my cock crazy and I’m about to fill your pussy with my come.”
“I love you, Brian. I’m going to milk every drop I can get from you. This time and the next and the next. You feel so good to me, lover. I’m going to try not to come while you fill me so I can just focus on feeling you in me.”
Well, that didn’t exactly work out the way she planned, but she kept trying.
“I should have known,” Miss Polly huffed in our planning meeting Monday afternoon. Harvey had dropped the bomb on us before he left to get ready for the afternoon talk show he produced. Miss Polly was sitting at the conference table with me with a pile of mail and my scrawled notes. People were asking when I was going to cook and continue the ‘Young Cooking’ segment. “You proved you could replace Betsy and now you want to replace me.”
“Miss Polly, you know I wouldn’t do that. I’m a teenager. I’m here for the summer and then gone. You don’t even need to renew my contract for the segments next fall. Just tell people that school was too much of a conflict. This isn’t your show; you are this show. No one could ever replace you.”
“Hmmpf. I don’t know whether to believe you or fire you for being a sycophant.” She sighed. “Well, it looks like you have a new job responsibility this summer. We’ll keep your slot as the Friday morning time that it’s always aired. Only now you will be doing it live. You’ll need a girlfriend each week as well. I assume you still have girlfriends to choose from?” I blushed and nodded. “What will you cook this week?”
“How about a treat that everyone loves but no one believes they can make themselves? Elephant ears.”
“Hmm. That would get the season started well. Are there other fair foods that you can do?” The momentary jealousy forgotten, Miss Polly and I started brainstorming.
“Oh, come on! What is this?” I yelled from the bathroom upstairs. It was strung from one end of the room to the other with bras and panties hanging from everything available to dry. I didn’t expect anyone to answer as there didn’t appear to be anyone home when I got off work Wednesday afternoon. I wanted a shower and I was just going to toss all these on the floor.
“My underwear,” Courtney said, coming into the room and checking to see what was dry.
“We had an agreement. No lingerie hanging in the bathroom and the toilet seat always put down. We’ve got a laundry room for this stuff,” I groused.
“Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” I stopped dead. That was a voice that begged to be answered with more than words. I turned to face Courtney.
“All this is yours?”
“I didn’t have time to do laundry before we moved in.”
“Where is everyone this afternoon?”
“There are only three horses. Anna wanted to go riding and Jennifer and Sam took her. I got to stay home and do laundry.”
“And why is your laundry hanging in the bathroom instead of the laundry room?”
“It was more convenient.”
“That’s against the rules, Courtney,” I said advancing on her. She had that evil glint in her eye that told me this was what she’d been planning. She probably paid Jen and Sam to get Anna out of the house.
“Am I a bad girl?”
“A very bad girl.”
“Do I need to be punished?”
“I think it’s high time you got a spanking, Miss.” She was backed against my bed.
“I’m sorry, Brian. I disobeyed the rules. I give you explicit permission to punish me any way you want. Please love me enough to correct me.”
“I do love you, Courtney. I’ve never spanked you without anyone else around.” Courtney was panting and her breasts were heaving under a lightweight camisole. She was barefoot and had just a pair of panties on.
“I didn’t want anyone else around this time,” she said breathlessly. “Is it… Will you… Please?”
“Is this our moment, Courtney? Are you really ready?”
“Yes, Brian. May I undress you?”
“Yes, love.”
Courtney methodically removed my clothes. Pleated slacks and polo shirts with no logos were my summer uniform. Of course, I could wear an oxford any time I’d like as well. I probably would do that when I cooked on Friday. For now, though, Courtney removed my shirt and knelt to take off my shoes and socks. She pulled down my slacks and briefs together. When I stepped out of them, she stayed on her knees for a couple minutes to pet and kiss my cock. It wasn’t like she was giving me a blow job. It was more like just loving on my cock, holding, stroking, kissing—and a couple of good sucks. Then she stood and faced me.
“Should I be naked for my spanking?” she asked.
“How important are the clothes you are wearing?” I asked. “Are they expensive? Favorites?”
“They’re… um… just underwear.” I stepped toward her and put my hands on her shoulders as I kissed her. Then I balled the camisole up in my fists and ripped it down the front. I think Courtney came. Over the past year plus, I’d figured out that Courtney had a very active fantasy life. In her fantasies, her man took control of her and ‘made her’ do whatever he wanted. It was the same with the spankings. She didn’t want to be hurt, but she wanted me to take control of her bottom. That would last for an afternoon at most and then she would be back to being equal if not a slightly dominant partner. But this was the fantasy for taking her anal cherry. She wanted it played out to the fullest. I bent to kiss her nipples and suck on them. I pulled her shredded cami off and then gripped her panties the same way. They were a little tougher to rip, but after a little effort, they came apart and fell to the floor. Courtney’s pussy was drooling.
“Turn around,” I commanded. She faced the bed and I stood beside her. “Put your elbows on the bed so you are fully bent over.
“Aren’t you going to put me over your lap?” she pled.
“Did you not give me explicit permission to punish you any way I saw fit?”
“Yes, but…” She cut herself off and bent over. Courtney not only likes to have her bottom played with, she just might have the sexiest butt in the world. Especially from this angle. I nudged her feet apart and she opened fully to me. In this position, both her leaking vagina and her anus were fully exposed to me. I leaned in and took a lick from her clit all the way to her puckered hole. “Oh!” she cried out. “But that’s not…” SMACK! “Ah!”
“I think you meant to say ‘one,’ didn’t you?”
“Yes! One!” Courtney was trembling. I licked again. She tensed, waiting for the smack that didn’t come. Instead, I pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy. “Ohhh!” she moaned. SMACK! “Ah! Two!” She pushed herself up on her toes to open herself further to my tongue. Instead, SMACK! “Ah! Oh! Ah! Uh… Three.” We hadn’t discussed how many smacks she would receive. I didn’t intend to make it many. That wasn’t the point. I reached between her legs and cupped her whole pussy in my hand, massaging it gently, milking the fluids from her pussy onto my fingers. While I was there, I delivered one last smack. “Four!” she gasped and flooded my hand again. I dragged my fingers through her slit and massaged the lubrication into her asshole, pushing a finger in. “Ohhh, yesss!” she cried.
“I love you, Courtney,” I said. “Come lie on the bed with me and show me how you want me.”
“I love you, Brian,” she wept. “The way we’ve always been. Hold me and bump me and push your penis into my bottom.” She spooned against me. I reached to the bedside table for my ever-present massage oil and a condom. I applied the oil liberally to her bottom, massaging her little hole and causing her to moan even more. Then I began moving against her butt like I had a few days ago. “Bump!” she said softly as I touched her hole and slid past it. “Bump!”
She pushed back against me, her anus flaring to try to capture my cock. “Bump!” I held tight against her. I’d come in this position several times, squirting right into her rectum without ever entering it. This time, I pushed. “Yes! Push!” The tight passage opened slowly. Even as much as Courtney wanted this and as much as she had played with her asshole, we’re physically meant to open from the inside out, not the other way around. I felt her give and the head of my cock popped into her butt. “Wait!” I held still.
“Are you okay, baby?” I asked softly. I caressed her breasts and kissed her neck.
“Yes. I just need to adjust. Oh, Brian. You’re in me. Push a little. Oh, God, yes. Let me get used to you. Can you last?”
“I think so. As incredible as this feels to you, it is amazing to me.”
“More. Oh. I’ve wanted this for so long! I know I’m strange, Brian, but I wanted you to make love this way even more than wanting you to come in my pussy. More. I’m coming, Brian. Just from you being… oh. More. More.” I began pulling back and pushing forward as Court became more active in participating. She was panting and whining and yelping. Each vocalization was punctuated with “More!” I couldn’t believe that she could take all of me there. Yet she was screaming out one orgasm after another or one long continuous climax.
“I can’t hold back, Courtney. I’m going to come, love.”
“Yes. Come in me. I haven’t stopped coming since we started. Come in me. I want you. I want you so much. Come in me.” There wasn’t anything I could do to prevent it. Courtney’s opening was so tight around my cock as she flexed and pushed that the come almost stung as it rocketed out of my balls. It was pressurized by being forced through a smaller than usual opening. And I knew Court felt it because her scream reached an impossible volume as her bottom clamped down on me in a spasm that actually hurt. Then it relaxed and I realized my little anal lover had just passed out. As I moved to withdraw, my cock pumped two more squirts into the condom.
I fought my way through the hanging lingerie and started water running in the big tub. I moistened a washcloth and went to wipe Courtney’s face. She rolled to her back and looked up at me then clamped her mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. I picked her up and carried her to the tub. She paused at the toilet and then I held her hand as we sank into the warm water holding each other.
“Oh, wow! Oh, Brian. Oh, God! I never even imagined it would be like that. I always thought it would be good, but never like, that good. I couldn’t stop coming. I thought I’d die from orgasms.” She turned in my arms slightly so she could hug me in the tub. It wasn’t a big enough tub that we could have a party in it, but the two of us were comfortable. The shower next to us could hold four cozily.
“I love you, Court,” I whispered.
“Only you, Brian. Only you could have given me that gift of love and understanding. And you are the only person I ever want to do it. Um… you know I can’t do that very often and I don’t want it as a regular thing. It’s just our one special thing that I will only ever do with you.”
“I understand, Courtney. I won’t ask you to repeat it.”
“Oh, no! That’s not what I mean. You… Brian, I trust you to know when it’s too much for me. And with that trust, I give you permission to take me anally anytime you want. You give me so much. You play my silly little spanking game and make it different every time so I never know what to expect. I ask so much of you, I only want to offer myself to you completely. I love you.”
“I won’t abuse that permission, or you, Courtney. I don’t think I understand it all, but I will do my best to be what you need and to give you what you want.”
“Oh yuck! Who hung all the underwear in the bathroom?” Jennifer said from the door. She looked at the tub and saw us cuddled there. “I hope you spanked her for disobeying the rules,” Jen grinned at us. “None of this is mine.”
“Hey!” Courtney said.
“Oh,” Jen responded. I guess this one is mine. She grabbed a bra and panty set, turned, and wiggled her ass before she walked out the door.
“She’s askin’ fer it,” Court snarled.
“Only she doesn’t really want it,” I laughed.
“No. She just wants to anticipate it. She hates the spanking, but it gets her so excited thinking that you are going to put just one swat on her butt that she comes before you actually do it. She’s not like me. I always wanted to play spank. Jennifer just wants to tease.”
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