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A Lady Like Lauren
by P. D. Michael
Part 2...
`It was 10:45 when the white Volvo turned onto her street. She stopped
a few yards ahead of Murdoch when he stepped into the roadway and flagged
her down.
Murdoch. Whatıs the matter? What are you doing here?ı
He opened the driverıs door and slid in behind the wheel. The same
bossy deprecating tone took over her voice as she backed away from him on
the seat. She demanded to know what he was up to, invoking the specter of
Danıs fury if he didnıt explain himself immediately. She seemed
dumbfounded when Murdoch began mimicking her with Oh Todd! Oh Todd!...
Oh!...Ohh! She looked astonished when he pressed the match book cover into
her hand. The Lamb & Python embossed in gold letters brought a chill to
her heart and a stammer to her voice.
Whatıs this?ı she pretended.
Murdoch just smiled and told her to relax. He turned the car around and
drove directly back to the lakefront. Long before he nosed the Volvo into
the service laneway, Lauren knew what was up. When the car lurched to a
halt in the same spot it had rested earlier, she was already crying.
Are you going to tell Dan?ı she whimpered.
That depends on you.ı
Please donıt. He couldnıt stand it. Heıs too proud. It would finish
our marriage.ı Like I said. Itıs up to you. What are you prepared to
do to keep me quiet?ı Anything. Iıll do anything, but please donıt tell
your brother,ı she wept.
Murdoch felt a rush of new power. The exhilaration of having control
over his snooty sister-inlaw surged through him. Doubly sweet was the
opportunity for a little pay back. He watched her closely as she brought
her crying under control. Her composure returned and with it the hauty
superiority he hated. She smoothed out her dress, and folded her hands in
her lap. The perfect picture of comfortable wealth and respected
propriety. You make a lot of noise when you come,ı he began,
deliberately renewing her distress.
Her hand covered her mouth and more tears rolled down her scarlet
cheeks. What do you want Murdoch, Money?ı
No,ı he grinned. I only get broke sometimes. But I get horny all the
time.ı
She swallowed hard and played with her fingers.
Take off your dress and show me your goodies.ı
Lauren looked anguished and pleaded, Please, Iım your brotherıs wife.ı
And you keep your cunt just for him?ı he chided. Itıs a little late
for that. You said youıd do anything. Anything to keep Dannyboy from
finding out youıve been fucking around on the side. So do it. Or, we can
go back to your house and Iıll tell him everything. Itıs up to you.ı
Eyes cast to the side, she reached behind and drew down the zipper on
her dress. It slipped off her arms as it had before and she unsnapped the
brimming white bra. Her sensitive nipples were already hard by the time
the night air touched them and Murdoch smiled at their arousal.
Nice tits sis, he teased. Kneel up on the seat and give me a nice
close look.ı
She did without complaint. On his instruction, she fondled them
herself, squeezing the nipples and stretching them out to full distention.
Her dress slipped off her hips and floated around her knees, exposing her
thighs and the flowered panties. Carefully, she took it off and once again
laid it on the back seat. Murdoch leaned against the driverıs door and
stretched out along the seat. Lauren had no choice but to straddle his
thighs with her knees. Too tall to kneel straight, she had to hunch over,
extending her hands to the door sill behind him. Her beautiful breasts
swung free and unprotected like soft, quivering melons. He rolled the
nipples in his palms, reminding her of how she moaned when Todd had licked
them. His hand crept up the inside of her thigh and hooked a finger in the
crotch of her panties. With a steady pressure, he pulled at them the way
Todd had done in the restaurant. His finger duplicated the same motion and
he began to describe what heıd been able to witness beneath the table
cloth. She was stunned by how much he had seen, and worried that others
may have been watching too. Murdoch added to her concern by saying he was
sure several people had enjoyed the same view. Laurenıs face burned
scarlet with embarrassment. But far more mortifying than Murdochıs words
were the reactions of her own body. His knuckle, gently nudging her
clitoris, began to send treasonous sensations fluttering through her
belly. She felt herself getting wet and knew there was no way to hide it
from him. She knew it would make things worse. But it felt so good there
was no will in her to stop it. She tried to make herself kneel still, but
her hips swayed irrepressibly. Confidence in her own self-control was
leaving her. Lauren had long despised Murdoch for what he was, and now she
hated him for the control he had over her. Yet that same control was
lighting fires of want across her exposed flesh. She felt dishonored by
his crude language and yet she was incredibly aroused by it. The slight
graze of her nipples against his stubbled chin made her breath hiss. She
craved the touch of his lips on the distended buds; curved her back lower
to press the soft flesh against his face. The unthinkable was imminent.
She wanted Murdoch. Yet this was no Dan; no suave gentleman to whisper
about making love to his princessı. This was Murdoch. Murdoch the neıer
do well. Murdoch the rude. Murdoch the foul mouth who coveted her titsı.
The same Murdoch who now called her slut and cocksucker for what heıd
watched her do with Todd.
She was so aroused, the scent of her sex filled the car. When he told
her he could smell it, she groaned aloud at his lack of gallantry. She
whimpered when he said heıd smelled it before. At the wedding. When theyıd
danced.
Guys can always smell a wet cunt,ı he proclaimed. And women often
cream their pants when they dance. Feeling a womanıs pussy after a dance
is called petting the skunkı he informed. He asked her if sheıd like to
take her panties off. She nodded yesı and immediately felt shamed by her
own admission. All vestiges of her virtue slid down her thighs along with
the flimsy garment. The abundant wetness between her legs had begun to
seep onto her thighs. Her womb ached for the thickness of a man to fill
her silky sheath. In the cool night air, the soft, wet petals of her pink
flesh stood open like welcoming gates. And just above, the slippery beacon
of her desire rolled back its hooded cape and hungered for attention.
Murdoch smirked at the new Lauren perched above him. Her nakedness
swayed and undulated with unencumbered desire. She was ready and eager for
whatever he demanded. Her impatient hands had already begun to pull at his
clothing, fumbling urgently with belt, button and zipper. It made him feel
powerful. All of the derision sheıd made him endure in the past could now
be requited. He raised his hips and she tugged his shorts onto his thighs.
Her hands, warm and urgent, worshipped his genitals. She tried to find his
mouth with hers but was denied by a turn of his head. Dropping down she
sucked his nipples through the mat of hair on his chest. She moved lower
again, laving his belly with her tongue. Her hands cupped his testicles
and expertly stroked his prick. She pressed his cock against her cheek
like a cherished thing; nuzzled its length with tender kisses; wrapped it
in her softness; blew warm breath across the head. Her tongue flicked
gingerly along the base of the frenum teasing the most sensitive part..
Murdoch was incredulous as he watched her. For the second time that night
she was naked, sucking a manıs cock. A man other than her husband. All of
the puritanical aires and pretense, the priggishness, had fallen away from
Lauren as surely as her clothes. Lauren closed her warm mouth over him and
sent exquisite shivers through his belly. She knew how good she was. How
powerless it made a man when she sucked in that certain way. The addictive
lure of her mouth on a manıs prick had never failed to get her what she
wanted. And right now she wanted Murdoch. Murdochıs breath hissed between
his teeth as she fluttered her tongue across his knob.
Oh. you little cocksucker he muttered. The words made him grin with
satisfaction. And there was no reproach from Lauren for his street
languageı. He loved watching her perfect hair falling forward, sweeping
sensuously against his thighs and belly; her regal head bobbing over his
prick. The red enamel of her manicured nails scraped lightly over his
balls. She listened to the little sighs and moans that escaped from him
and tried to imagine the effect she was having. Men love getting their
cock in a womanıs mouth,ı she thought. But a smart woman can suck power
and control right out through his dick.
He wanted to see her face. To watch her ovalled lips. His prick sliding
to the back of her throat. She was on top of him, pressing down on him.
Murdoch wanted her outside, naked and bowed, exposed, and vulnerable. The
dome light flooded the interior of the Volvo as they scrambled out into
the moonlight. Murdoch pressed her naked body against the cool metal of
the car. His hand plundered her mound, fingering her sopping wetness with
a possessive greed. Laurenıs touch never left his hardness. One velvet
hand weighed his balls and the other shamelessly urged his prick,
exhorting his lust. She arched her back toward him. The succulent flesh of
her breasts swayed irresistibly in the moonlight compelling his mouth to
seek her rampant nipples. She held them up for him and he sucked
gluttonously. They were the nicest tits Murdoch had ever seen. And she was
the sexiest woman. Transformed from the snotty bitch whoıd rebuked him for
looking, reproached him for swearing, she now yearned for his cock. He
could feel it in her touch, see it in her moves, hear it in her every
breath. It was Lauren the priss. Lauren the snob. Lauren the horny cunt
writhing naked in the moonlight begging for cock. His damp fingers kneaded
the smooth flesh of her flanks. He raised her buttocks up onto the fender.
She leaned back on her elbows letting her knees drift apart for him. The
dark triangle of pubic curls held Murdoch enthralled. Lauren felt acutely
exposed watching him gaze between her legs. A luscious tingle of forbidden
pleasure shuttled through her belly. Brazenly, she drew her knees up,
pressing them to her chest. In truth, she enjoyed men looking at her.
Loved the feeling of their prying eyes sliding along her secret places.
The delicate folds were open, waiting eagerly for his kiss, his caress.
Her clit throbbed with anticipation. She hoped he could see it nestled
between the coral lips, afloat in the fountain of her eagerness. Murdoch
kissed her belly. The sweet smell of expensive perfume mixed with the
heady musk of her sex. Her hips rose up to meet him and her fingers snaked
along his scalp, gripping his unruly hair. Her ankles crossed behind his
shoulders, letting her most sensitive places skim the stubble of his
beard.
Lauren watched through narrowed eyes as he kissed her tenderly,
worshipfully. She locked his head firmly between her hands and thighs,
rocking her pelvis against his adoring face until his cheeks glistened
wetly in the moonlight. Her normally courtly voice rose in little shrieks
and yelps as she directed his zealous efforts. Each time orgasmıs rapture
flashed through her undulating belly she tugged him in more tightly,
smothering his carnal utterances with her tender flesh. He labored
diligently for her pleasure until his weary tongue was no longer enough.
She craved his cock reaching deeper, filling her more completely. Her
voice seemed remote, distant and pleading. Again and again she implored
him to fuck her. The sound of the coarse words sent wonderful waves
through her belly. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck your little cocksuckerı,
she blurted breathlessly.
Suddenly he was looming above; pressing his mouth to hers; forcing her
to taste her own juices for the first time. She tried to turn away, but he
just laughed. He held her face between his hands and tongued her mouth as
he had tongued her nest. His rampant prick rose between her legs raking
over her mound. Lauren captured it quickly, stuffing it into her flooded
passage. She was coming again. The darkened laneway filled with the wails
of her pleasure.
That triggered Murdoch. Deep within his swollen balls he felt a
volcanic rush. Laurenıs breasts filled his hands and her pressed down
pinning her shoulders. Nothing would contain her flailing hips as she
arched to meet his every thrust.
Come baby! Come!ı she exhorted. You love my cunt. Fill me up with
your cream!ı
And he did. An enormous orgasm shook through his very core sending
shudders of almost unbearable pleasure through him. His body tensed rigid
while Lauren thrashed against his rock-hard penis with total abandon.
After, they held each other for a long time. Neither of them was in any
hurry for the night to end. Perspiration drying on their skin felt cool in
the night air. Lauren trembled at the audaciousness of being naked in the
outdoors. And with Murdoch. Briefly, she thought of Dan. She wondered what
he might think if he could see her now. She reached out for his brother
and felt between his legs. His cock had softened and lolled lazily against
his thigh. Lauren wanted it again. She squeezed its rubbery softness with
her palms, sliding its sheath of loose skin to and fro. His balls swung
loose in their wrinkled sack.
Nice big balls,ı he heard her whisper as she kissed him on the neck.
Murdoch smiled in response and told her to lick them. She slid down off
the car and knelt on the grass at his feet. She was partially hidden in
the shadow of the fender so he led her a little further into the clearing
where the illumination was brightest. There was no cover for her there and
she was nervous.
Someone might see us,ı she worried. Ask Dan to tell them not to
look,ı he teased. Laurenıs concern over being seen having sex excited
Murdoch a great deal. His sister-in-law was the best looking woman heıd
ever known. A prime piece of ass. And hot. Most guys would pay money to
see her get her clothes stripped off. It gave him pleasure to know sheıd
have no choice if he wanted it that way.
Laurenıs breasts and belly were suddenly swept with goosebumps. She
thought she could hear voices in the distance, far down the beach. They
seemed to be coming toward them. Murdoch heard them too. The thought of
being discovered naked and having sex on the beach filled her with dread.
But at the same time, being naked and unseen, spying on them from the
shadows, seemed exciting and wicked. Her stomach fluttered at the notion.
Murdoch had walked back to the Volvo and was pulling on his pants and
shirt. Lauren tried to hurry, but the ground was rough on her bare feet.
Just as she reached the passenger door, the button snapped to the down
position. Her clothes remained scattered along the back seat of the locked
station wagon.
Murdoch!ı she hissed as her tugging failed to release the latch. Panic
flashed inside her, constricting her breath and choking her thoughts. His
smirk sent chills of dismay through her belly. Half crouched beside the
vehicle, she scanned frantically for cover. But there was no place to
hide. A hundred feet behind her the busy Parkway hummed with traffic.
They could hear the voices coming closer, and listened as they laughed
and hooted their way along the sandy strip near the water. Murdoch crept
to the edge of the knoll. Four young guys were scavenging for driftwood to
make a fire. A two-four provided a seat for the fire maker and the others
sucked on beers as they scoured the beach. He looked back at Lauren. The
moon shone brightly across the sand highlighting the white Volvo and
basking Lauren in an pale glow. Even at that distance there was no doubt
that she was naked. Her one hand still clutched the door handle as if
persistence would somehow spring the lock. All the boldness was gone from
her demeanor. The cockiness had given way to an imploring look. In seeming
contradiction to the panic she felt, her generous nipples stood out hard
against the rounded fullness of her breasts. The lush black triangle of
her mount seemed larger and more prominent in the alabaster light. Between
her thighs and buttocks, tall tickling stems of fox-tail grass intruded
onto the sensitive skin, heightening her sense of nakedness and
vulnerability.
Murdoch walked nonchalantly down from his lookout. He spoke to her
without lowering his voice and she pushed herself into his arms trying to
muffle the sound. Ssshhh!ı she hissed. Theyıll hear.ı
I want them to hear,ı he snickered. ³I want them to come and see you
here naked.ı Murdoch...!ı she began to protest, but it was too late. A
silhouetted figure had appeared at the top of the rise and was watching. A
shrill whistle alerted his friends. Within a moment there were four more
of them checking her out from the shadows. Lauren squeezed herself close
to her brother-in-law, trying to hide her nudity in his clothes. Her hands
covered her face and pressed tightly to his chest. She could feel their
eyes, like lasers, mapping her figure. Skimming her curves. Probing her
crevices. Sending thunderbolts of sensation through her quivering belly.
They came close for a better look. Drinking in her nakedness. Laughing
like young guys on a lark, bemused and bewildered by their good fortune.
The chortling Murdoch made no move to hide her.
What have we here? What have we here?ı one repeated nonsensically.
Another held out his half-finished bottle and offered her beer.
Nice ass. Very nice ass! Turn around honey. Letıs see it all,ı they
enjoined her good naturedly. Whatıs your name cutie?ı
Murdoch eased away to blend into the half circle of young men
surrounding her. Cool night air replaced his warmth and reiterated her
nakedness.
Her name is Lauren,ı she heard him say. Mrs. Lauren Proctor.ı
Oh Lauren baby, turn around.ı
Letıs get to know you baby.ı
Youıve got such a great butt. Show us the rest,ı they cajoled one
after the other. Whatıs a lady like you doinı in a place like this?ı
brought snickers from the rest. She cheats on her husband,ı Murdoch
explained. I found her down here fucking her boyfriend. Then she fucked
me so I wouldnıt tell.ı
Oh we wonıt tell either, Lauren. Will you fuck us?ı Laurenıs knees
felt weak. The air was pregnant with their burgeoning sexual energy. She
could nearly taste it. It made her short of breath. They werenıt leaving.
They wanted her. It was like a fantasy where sheıd fall asleep and wake up
naked in a room full of horny young guys. Except these guys were real. She
knew what was expected of her.
A tingling heat radiated through her belly and breasts. She grinned
nervously into her hands at their outrageous remarks. A shudder passed
through her. Sheıd never been naked in front of more than one man at a
time in her life. But sheıd dreamed of it. Wet dreams. And she was wet
now.
With one hand on the door handle she turned and pressed her back
against the cold metal of the car. Like a goddess gleaning worship from an
inner circle of disciples, she offered them an unobstructed view of her
beauty. For a moment they were quiet, drinking in the flawlessness of her
figure, watching her smile and pirouette for them. Hands held high above
her head she thrust out her breasts. The nipples, dark in the moonlight,
stood firm and high on tremulous ivory globes. Slowly, she drew her hands
down to cradle their fullness. Ever watchful, she peered into the lustful
masks that cloaked their faces. Her fingers led their eyes on a
tantalizing trip down from her breasts and onto her belly. The black wedge
of luxuriant growth sprang forth between her fingers. On tip toes, she
curved her hips outward in a gesture of offering that brought their
murmurs of approval.
The silence broken, Lauren was swept into their midst. Strong hands
lifted and carried her onto the beach to an old picnic table. They touched
her everywhere, paying homage to her beauty with hands and lips and
tongues. A delirium of pure pleasure infused her captured flesh. Forays of
penetrating fingers found her openings; teased the turgid buds of her
nipples and clitoris until the slightest touch sent the shrieks of her
delight bounding into the night air. Her hips pumped continuously as she
sought their every intimacy. Each time she came, her orgasm brought grunts
of approval from her toiling young lovers. And each time a hard body
arched and gasped in gratification another took his place between her
legs, between her lips, or between her buttocks.
Later, she squatted in the shallow water washing their residue from her
thighs and belly. The cold water cleansed and refreshed her. She rinsed
her mouth from her cupped hands and breathed deeply in the cool night air.
Behind her, on the beach, the young men stretched out on the sand
drinking beer and chatting quietly among themselves. Murdoch sat on the
beer case listening but offering little to their talk. He was watching his
sister-in-law bathe herself. Elegant, feminine, and beautiful, she looked
like Aphrodite crouched in the gentle swish of the surf. The breasts that
he had coveted in the plum silk blouse rolled naked and free for the
looking. The fount of her passion winked at the base of her ivory belly.
She made no move to hide its cleft from whomever might look there. She
glanced back toward him and smiled contentedly. He knew now what was
acceptable behavior around a married lady like Lauren.
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