Chapter 10

Tom sat on the kitchen stool in the Lafayette kitchen, one foot on the top rung, the other stretched out to the floor. The cool marble top of the custom-made stool felt good on his ass and balls and made him confident that he would not get a hard-on while watching Denise flit around in nothing but her apron.

He had trapped himself when she answered the door, unaware that Sandy had gone to the Ordwells on an errand, and that Andy had taken the Lafayette car to the garage to replace a lazy fuel pump.

"I had some time to kill," he had told Denise at the front door. "So I thought I'd see if Sandy wanted to do anything in particular."

"Come in, Tom," she invited. "Sandy's taking some things to Shelley that got in my carton at the grocery checkout counter. You can keep me company while she's gone."

So he sat there, his educated eyes appreciating every little ripple of her butt, and the way her apron bib jiggled with the bounce of her tits. He almost got an erection, despite the cold marble, when she stooped to get a pan on the floor-level shelf of the cupboard. Her asshole winked at him and her soft brown crotch curls spread out as her squeezed cunt pouted its lips at him!

Up to that moment, he had consciously attempted to treat her the same as he had in the past; it seemed the proper thing to do, since he had announced on arrival that he was more or less calling on her daughter.

But now he remembered the current that had seemed to pass between them when he and Sandy interrupted Denise and his father on the beach. He was almost certain that her look had been loaded with desire. And as he and Sandy walked away, he had seemed to feel her gaze on his body.

Denise stepped close to the stool as she searched in an upper cupboard for something. One leg went out to the floor as a balance while she reached. The skirt of the apron fell away in front of her, held only by the string at her waist.

Tom could see the warm, glowing tones of her skin at close range, and her scent was in his face as she moved between him and the open window. Impulsively, he reached out and put a hand on her outstretched leg, the nearest to him.

His fingers curled over onto the curve of her inner thigh, and tendrils of her damp cunt feathers were invaded by his fingertips. He hedged his bet with an excuse that sounded as weak and phony as it was.

"Don't fall, Denise!"

She teetered on tiptoe, hummed her appreciation of the familiarity, and slowly brought her leg down until the foot touched the floor. She trapped his hand between her thighs, pulling it farther into her crotch by the movement. She tightened her thigh muscles and squeezed his hand pulsingly several times.

"Am I wet, Tom?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

He could feel the steamy ooze on his index finger where the edge of his hand was forced into her slit. The thick outer lips of her cunt were wetly curved around it.

"Wonderfully!" he said a voice hoarser than hers.

"It got that way because I was thinking about you... about what we might be doing to kill some of that extra time you have on your hands. Do you feel like fun and games?"

"If you'd like, you wouldn't have to ask," he told her. His cock had fully erected as his hand touched her leg.

She saw the long, rigid cock vibrating, and whimpered excitedly. Tom stood and they turned like dancing partners, his hand still snug in her crotch, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

Denise closed the door behind them, walked to the bed, and opened her thighs to release his hand. It stayed there as if she still held it, even while she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Take me, Tom," she whispered. "Take me any way you want me!"

He put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed gently. She lay back and drew up her knees. Tom moved his hand from her cunt and replaced it with his mouth. He sucked at the woman juice, ran his tongue around inside her fleshy cup, and then gave her clit a quick sample suck that made her moan loudly.

He went after it in a frenzy, ripping it, tonguing it, and sneaking in the little sucks often enough to keep her passion on the climb at a steady rate.

"Tom, lover!" she moaned, moved by her growing excitement and the need to know whether certain words and phrases would stimulate him. "You eat my cunt... so beautifully!"

She heard a poignant moan from her crotch and felt the vibrations in her swat. The words had excited him. That, or the knowledge of his effectiveness.

Her ass nibbled at the sheet, but the horizontal movement was all she allowed herself; she fought the impulse to fuck up at his mouth, lest she disturb the delicious technique that was carrying her to glory! She was not yet sure of how agile he was when it came to eating a bucking pussy.

But the moment came when she had her answer to that question, too. Her climax struck suddenly, making her body arch and quiver; powerful jerks shook her pelvis. But Tom anticipated her and got a death grip on her ass as it rose.

He nailed her hole with his tongue, darting it in and out with the lightning agility of a snake's tongue. She could feel the suction when he drew the juices out of her swat. Then his mouth left her as she moaned and shuddered out her release by herself.

When she was enjoying the calmer facings of her sexual afterglow, she saw that he stood attentively by the bed, watching her closely, a pleased expression in his eyes as he smiled at her.

"Lie down, Tom... please." Denise felt the warm glow from him as he lay close to her. She got up and squatted over his rigid prick, parted her gash with her fingers, and eased down onto the taut, glossy knob of his glans. He groaned as she began to engulf his tool, lowering herself slowly to make the pleasure last.

"Denise!" His voice was distorted with the effort to maintain his control. The long wait while he ate her pussy had sensitized him so much that he could have drawn a map of her every wrinkle and convolution. As her liquid-loaded hole ensheathed his prick, he had to fight the urge to let go his load.

"What a sweet sensation!" he murmured. "It's as if your cunt were kissing my cock all over at the same time!"

She bottomed just in time! As her ass plopped down onto his thighs, she felt the swollen head of his cock spreading against her innermost limits.

Denise began a studied rise and fall with her ass, springing with the muscle tension of her lovely legs, and making her box milk the hard teat of his cock with a measured rhythm. Sweat began to stand out on Tom's forehead and chest as he, too, felt the strain of desire heating his blood.

It got to him, quickly and potently. The flavors in his mouth cried out, Denise! The woman scent still lingering in his nostrils shouted, Denise! The excitingly female loveliness in his range of vision spelled out her name in burning letter. And the sweet, wet warmth surrounding his pulsing cock whispered through his glands and arteries, Denise! He felt his gun begin to fire.

"DENISE!" he cried, ashamed that he had not been able to wait for her. He shot up into her milking tunnel, splashing her twat with his hot cum. She whimpered as she sensed her loss, and would have climbed off him when he was through. But he seized her arms.

"Stay on me! Please, Denise!" he begged, anxious to redeem himself in her eyes. He concentrated on the very things which had been his undoing. The smell and taste of her; the sight of her; the feel of her wrapped around his cock, her cunt a living, breathing symbol of her delicious womanliness!

His prick stiffened as he stared at the quivering mounds of her tits. Her swollen nipples shivered as he watched, and his cock jerked inside her, its head swelling against her walls. He began to fuck into her slowly, and a radiant smile spread over her face.

"Rest, Tom!" she cried excitedly. "Let me do the work. Just keep that... marvelous prick steady and let me make love to it!"

She resumed her bouncing, now adding a spiral twist frequently as she grew more confident that he could now outlast her needs. She was almost sobbing with joy as she rode him recklessly.

"Lovely Denise!" he said in low, penetrating tones. "Wonderful Denise cunt! Sweet, warm, wet Denise cunt!"

Just as her words had encouraged him earlier, his adoring and lustful words now triggered her over the edge. She began to shake as she screwed down onto his impaling cock. Ripples ran over her, weakening her until she could only sit there, feeling the head of his prick pressing at her passage end.

"Dear God!" she cried, and shivered as she would die. Tom shot another load into her, and as the hot splashes geysered against her cunt walls, she felt the ultimate joys of ecstasy -- and passed out cold!

Tom caught her and eased her down onto the bed, slipping out of her snatch on the way. Cum poured from her hole, but he ignored it and lay there, watching her with concern.

When her eyes fluttered open, she stared blankly at him for a second. Then she smiled as if she had seen the gates of heaven. She put an affectionate hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.

"If I were a witch," she told him, laughing with her mouth but dead serious with her eyes. "I'd put a spell on you and make you fall in love with Sandy, just to make sure you'd always be around." She sighed and shook her head in bewilderment.

"I'm more than a little in love with that bewitching cunt of yours, Denise!" he told her sincerely. "I'll always be around for you!"

"Thanks a lot, Sandy," Ross said as he put the sack on the kitchen counter. "Say, could you stick around for a while? I think there's something you're supposed to take back with you. How about a drink or something?"

"Well... I am sort of dry. I'll try whatever you're drinking."

Ross went to the bar in the living room, set down his half- finished Scotch and water, and made Sandy one that was slightly weaker. She took it, sat on a stool, and faced him across the bar. In the mirror on the opposite wall, Ross saw by the reflection of her back that she kept her knees primly together, even though the bar was between them.

He thought about what Jack told him, and concluded that she was either keeping her legs together because her pussy was sore from unaccustomed use, or because of habit. He had to find out which it was before he tried to seduce her.

Picking up his drink, he walked from behind the bar to take a chair across the room. Sandy had to swing around to face him or find a seat from which she would be less vulnerably exposed.

"Does your drink taste all right?" he asked.

At first, he thought she was going to maneuver herself off the stool with her back to him and look for another seat. But when she had wiggled around to extricate her legs from between the bar and the stool, she repositioned herself to face him.

Her knees were not pressed tightly together, but neither were they or her thighs widely enough separated to provide him a peek at her snatch. Her expression was innocent enough, but there was an awareness in her eyes that convinced him she knew what he was up to.

"I guess so," she replied. "I'm no connoisseur of Scotch... it is Scotch, isn't it?"

"Yes, one of the best. But then, it's an acquired taste for those who really like it. Unlike sex, one's first experience with Scotch can easily be the last."

"You're speaking as a male," she told him, with a perception he had not thought her capable of at her age. "With a lot of females -- perhaps even some males -- the first taste of sex can have the same effect!"

"What about the second taste?" he inquired, seeing his chance to advise her subtly that he knew of her session with Jack. She was obviously startled, but recovered fast while she gained time by sipping at her drink.

"I thought it was Rhoda who had the binoculars," she said.

"It wasn't necessary to spy," he explained. "We saw you and Tom go into the Cartwrights' cottage, and we saw you come out. It doesn't take a lot of thinking to conclude why you were in there so long." He conveniently omitted the fact that he had confronted Jack with the same evidence and obtained confirmation.