Chapter 4

When Max Bovino's huge hands reached out and touched the smooth white flesh of her slender waist, Susan felt her knees momentarily buckle. She hadn't anticipated a blind-man's tactile eye sight, and the shock of his hot flesh upon her near-naked body almost sent her into a second faint; yet, somehow, she managed to shake the giddiness and kept from toppling, while with unbelievable gentleness, he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory-skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders to her long, swanlike neck.

"Christ!" he gasped, his breath hot in her face. "You are beautiful! Hell, yes... beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of her facial features, while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands. "You... you're live velvet... so smooth... so soft," he hissed, then he was moving behind her, his big hand on her shoulder as if to guide him, while simultaneously he untied the belt of his robe.

Susan felt his arms slip around her waist as she remained stone-still, with her flimsy panties and bra, garter belt and hose, her last useless protection. Then, he kissed her soft, naked shoulder and his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her satiny, white belly, while she shuddered with an uncontrollable, and unwanted sensation of delight.

"Let me do the rest," he whispered, his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, then, slipping beneath her arms to her large, full, pointed breasts, his great hands sliding beneath to cup upward and lift them as cool air brushed teasingly against her unleashed nipples that burst into hard, berry-like solidness.

Susan couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lay her head back against his powerful shoulder, and though she realized the almost wantonness of the submissive act, she satisfied her conscience in knowing she was doing it for Nadine and Jamey... and gently, she pressed her buttocks back inside his opened robe, to force his, now, long, thick hardness up against his own belly with the upper portions of their round fullness.

Oh God! What am I doing? I'm nothing but a but a sluttish whore! Letting him do these things to me... even wanting him to! But his hands... they're as gentle as a child's... I-I can't help it... and I've got to think of my baby... of Jamey... it's all for them! It is! it is!

Susan's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her naked, palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly through her whole body. Then, he was gently drawing her panties down over her buttocks and hips from behind and she closed her eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating delight that was enveloping her... his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft white buttocks, making her tremble... until, at last, as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her too-long, love-starved body, she felt him spread her buttocks apart with his hands, and the worming hot dampness of his tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind... finally licking from the bottom of the smooth white crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood once more with his arms around her.

Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Silk was right for once in his useless life. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this one was unquestionably the most beautiful... the most desirable. She'd rock them in the casino... but he wasn't going to make any filthy cunt out of her before their horny eyes. No dildos... none of that. She was his! Maybe, he'd even drape her in some gauzy see-through costume... Yeah, tease 'em. That was the idea... Jesus, she was luscious! How he wished to Christ he could see her... really see her!

He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of her beautiful ass, while his hands reached around to clutch at her firm, rotund breasts, then... he pressed her forward to the davenport, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before him like a great, frightening bowsprit.

Susan didn't resist; she'd gone this far... already sold herself to all pretense and purpose, so why fight it now? And truly, whatever she had thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just the touch of his gentle hands had more than converted her... it had rekindled all of the want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against within her unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoralness of her actions, either... not fighting his lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire... even finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not a boy... and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her forget that.

She found herself dropping to the davenport obediently and laying back as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her own in his hidden world of darkness, and of a sudden, her heart went out to him. She rolled toward him on the limited space of the furniture- piece and he stretched out against her as her arms wrapped around him and she waited to be kissed.

He did, smashing his tongue between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing over her breast and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse raven-black pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers down through the damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her delicious, receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering passage.

Susan moaned uncontrollably. "Oooooohhhh... Godddd!"

How long had it been since she'd known erotic happiness? She couldn't remember. But one thing was certain, she couldn't recall it ever being like this! She just couldn't... ! Her whole being had seemingly come alive with a seething, sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooh God,... it was beautiful! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her... the devil, himself? And then, his finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.

Oh... ohhhhh! I'm lost... my God! His finger is like a soothing balm inside my cunt... and I've needed it so bad and for so long... I'm a bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore... but I don't care... I don't! Forgive me, Nadine baby... forgive me, Jamey... Oh God, please forgive me!

He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, the dark-shades concealing his eyes like a vicious curse upon him... a curse that her own husband had helped inflict! Her eyes dampened, she wanted to cry. Lord in heaven, she owed him more than she could ever repay him! Cal's sin was on her shoulders! She stared at his strong, masculine body, watching the powerful muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest ripple as he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, then crawled slowly between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.

The room had fallen into late-afternoon, semi-darkness, and Susan felt almost as if she were in his unseeing world, her mind glazed in its rapture. She felt the large flat palms of his warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner-thighs, moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.

"Oooohhhhhh..." she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed wet, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair- lined slit of her aroused vagina... much more gentle and desirable kisses than Cal had ever administered in his selfish, tormenting approach... delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed tingling lips of her, now, feverish cunt, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for... and his tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the delicate, quivering opening.

Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.

Dear God... don't stop... don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this... not really knowing it... and now, you've come to fulfill me with it! Oh... please don't stop... please... please? I don't care what, or who, you are... just don't stop!

Nothing else mattered; insane electric-like jolts were setting her whole body aglow with tingling, needle-like prickles of carnal enchantment And then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, she felt her hands moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing where she lay, and felt his hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of her feminine aperture open to him with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her flowered cunt.

Again, Susan gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm, soft folds of her inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her magnificent legs.