Chapter 6

Sybil awoke from her somnambulant stupor wrangling wet with perspiration. Her strawberry blonde curls were matted to her forehead with the agony of her nightmares. Sid hadn't come home last night... though that was nothing new; his nocturnal meanderings were nothing compared to her dreams.

Mr. Hansen, of all people had been chasing her naked and screaming through the house. She shuddered, remembering his disfigured body. Instead of having nipples, he had two cocks where breasts should have been, and each time he came close to catching her, he'd grab one of his deformed cocks and try to stick it in her mouth, then laugh raucously when she clenched her teeth and screamed.

Sybil ran her lithe fingers through the mass of her pink curls and slung her legs over the side of the bed, her green eyes mere slits in the piercing morning sunlight.

"That goddamned job of him," Sybil thought to herself, mentally counting the number of nights that Sid hadn't come home... or when he did, he was too tired to eat dinner. "I'd just like to know what he's been teaching those little snots!"

She swaggered into the bathroom and peered into the mirror above the sink and shuddered at the sight of her drawn face. And dropping her toothbrush back into its holder without bothering to use it, she turned the hot water on full blast into the tub and poured a handful of bath beads under the water, As soon as it was ready, Sybil felt herself beginning to relax.

She slowly lowered herself into the steaming hot water, feeling its caressing warmth envelop every inch of her firm young body. Running her hand up her thigh with the wash cloth, she was horrified to discover that the insides of her thighs were wet and sticky. Oh lord... I couldn't have cum in my sleep after that horrible dream! Exploring further, she discovered the black truth. Her cunt lips were still swollen and overly sensitive to the touch, and her clitoris was the size of a pearl button. She sighed as she lay completely immersed, the fragrant bubbles lapping at her chin.

Unconsciously when she began to wash her inner thighs Sybil lingered at the pleasure spot between her legs, so recently satisfied in her unconscious dreams... and yet yearning for more... much more. Sid's loving, only him doing it just the right way, slowly, beautifully, passionately. Her fingers slipped up into the wet petals of her cunt, and she began to flick at the pink interior beneath the water, the delicious sensations rising within her steadily until there was a sharp rap at the door.

Guilt stricken, she removed her hand quickly, and instinctively covering her unprotected breasts, she asked in a tremulous voice, "Who... who's there?"

"It's me... Mr. Hansen..." an insolent voice replied. "Are you decent?"

Sybil could see the door handle twisting, and she creamed out, "NO NO... don't you dare come in here!!" as she simultaneously jumped up out of tile water, almost losing her balance in the process and slipping back into the warm water again. She recovered herself though and groped for a towel, wrapping it swiftly around her.

What strange slip of the mind had made her not lock the door as she usually did... today of all days?"

She just reached the door as it was being pushed open. HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING TO HER? IT COULDN'T BE REAL! HE'D MEANT WHAT HE'D SAID, THE LECHER!

She could hear Mr. Hansen's sing-songy voice as he pushed against the door. Valiantly, she struggled to push back against him, losing her towel along the way. But she let it go... it was much more important to keep him out! WHY WAS HE CACKLING AWAY LIKE THAT... AS THOUGH HE WAS PLAYING SOME DUMB GAME? His laughter unsettled her beyond anything else, and hysterically, she began to cry, still pushing hard against the door. Her tears weakened her efforts, and somehow, with one gigantic heave, Mr. Hansen pushed his way in.

"NONONONONONO!" she cried, folding herself up like a ball on the floor and scrambling for the towel to cover her nakedness. "Go away... please... oh, please... you must go away!"

The man stood above her, his dark eyes taking in the soft rounded curves of her body. He smiled once more...

"Sure," he said. "I'll go away... I just wanted to ask if you had the rest of the money," he chuckled slightly as he watched Sybil covering up a bit of exposed thigh with the edge of the towel. She was sitting on part of it, so there wasn't enough to cover her completely. Without her getting up to arrange it, so Mr. Hansen realized that as long as he kept standing there, he would continue to enjoy the treat of Sybil's quivering pink flesh.

Tentatively he stepped forward. What did he have to lose... what could she prove... he'd deny everything... he didn't have a wife anyway.

"GET OUT!" Sybil screamed. He took another step, and reached forward. As in slow motion, his hand touched her breast. Sybils' terror stricken eyes looked into his. Brusquely he knelt down on the thick bathroom rug beside her, his face close in hers. He began to insinuate his hands between her large free breasts, feeling them tentatively and then boldly as Sybil, transfixed, made no move to stop him. The touch of his hands on her breasts sent shivers coursing through her, and the knowledge that these masculine fingers already knew the feel of her resilient flesh-- though only in a dream--added to her dilemma. She should push him away! But still she didn't move! Then his warm palms closed in again on them, the fingers tweaking the nipples, kneading at the spongy fullness of the firm full mounds. She whined softly, and then felt his other hand tracing a burning hot path up her leg... to where her sparsely hair-fringed pussy was gently throbbing. She could hear his breathing become heavier as the man ran his hands over the full length of her body, exploring her secret hollows and indentations, and her own voice rattled out in a series of small animal mewls.

He was staring at her, sucking in his breath sharply, his blue eyes on the two full white moons of her breasts, the satinish like softness of her thighs, the darkly gleaming flash of her bronze pubic triangle. Sybil felt paralyzed by desire... haunted by her dreams, and teased by her nocturnal orgasm. She couldn't ignore the signals from her aching pussy as she looked at this blatantly confident man.

He was running his hands with neat reverence up and down her unprotected nudity, bringing gasping and quivering responses from the softness of her body.

She had never felt like this before. Not even that time when she had given in to Sid before their marriage. Something about this situation... lying naked beside a leering man in her own bathroom, added to the prurient desire the clandestine act awoke in her and she was with, and gave herself up completely to the licking flames of passion which were engulfing her. With a deep sigh, she felt his finger rummaging between her legs. Eagerly, she spread them wide, anxious now to assist him in her satiation. His fingertip ran moistly up and down the length of the dampening furrow, the tip slipping into the burning hot hole of her love- starved cunt, making her body jackknife against him from the sudden unexpected touch.

"Oh! OH! OH!" she screamed, biting her lip in passionate arousal, until she could taste the blood from her self-inflicted punctures. Then the man's mouth was on hers, his thick lips pressing down on the woman's as his tongue shot into her mouth, feeling the warm wet contact of her velvety interior on her hungry organ. Round and round it swirled inside her, until she felt her whole mouth was filled with this devil-like thing tantalizing her and she began to suck voraciously at it, closing her lips tightly over its base, trapping it completely while she tried to swallow it all.