That Glory … Man what a piece! A feller could really have himself a time with a hot number like that one! An’ them New York girlies really know all the tricks! Man! To back-scuttle her like with Wilma yestiday!
He looked at Glory’s bottom, round and firm as she lay stretched out on her stomach. Her legs were slightly apart. She reached behind her to flick away a fly buzzing around the small of her back. Her buttocks quivered with the movement, golden mounds swaying in the sun spray.
Rafe licked his lips. Made for cornholin’! His eyes stayed riveted as Glory turned over. She stretched out on her back and put one arm over her eyes to shield them from the sun. Her breasts swelled, the nipples tautening as the heat fell on them more directly. Rafe looked anxiously toward the hillock in the distance. He wished to have some real kicks.
Finally he saw the flash of red and the two antlike figures waiting above the pond. Rafe climbed down from the tree. He stripped off all his clothes quickly. He stopped himself from chortling aloud as his nudity revealed his lobster-red erection. Stealthily, he crept to the edge of the clearing. He saw that her arms still concealed her eyes. He rose to his feet and walked silently toward her. . . .
Glory was enjoying the sun on her body. She felt so peaceful here. The warmth flooding over her body was making her drowsy. Yet there was something sensual about it, too, something just a little exciting and naughty in lying out here in the open air without any clothes covering her body. She let herself enjoy the sensation, her mind straying to Don and the way he made love to her.
Realizing that these thoughts were arousing her so that her body was beginning to react, she made herself put them out of her mind. She thought of Wilma. What could be keeping her? It seemed she’d been gone an awfully long time. She was glad she had a friend like Wilma, glad she’d come with her to this idyllic spot. She felt the drowsiness deepen and let herself give in to it.
Glory was still awake when the hands clamped her shoulders and the mouth brutally fastened itself over hers. For a moment, she was too taken by surprise to even struggle. And by the time she felt the weight of his body on top of hers, it was too late.
When the tongue-probing kiss ended, she opened her mouth to scream, but again he closed it with his own. She clawed, at his neck and back wildly, but to no avail. He wouldn’t be budged. His weight and strength were too much for her. His knee worked its way brutally between her legs. She felt his throbbing erection beating at her bare thighs. But her very struggles worked to her disadvantage. They helped him work his lower body between her legs, and the only thing she could do was try to kick at his kidneys and back with her feet. She squeezed herself tight to keep him from successfully raping her. But, strangely, he seemed bent on going no further than he’d already gone. . . .
Don was filled with loathing as he gazed upon the scene beside the pond through his field glasses. The loathing increased as he watched this naked brute approach Glory and kiss her. He saw Glory’s arms go around the man’s neck. He shuddered at the seemingly eager passion with which she clawed at him. He watched her wrap her legs around the man, noted the long kisses which followed one another. They blotted out Glory’s face and he was almost glad he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t have stood seeing the desire he knew must be shining from her eyes directed at another man.
Was this the fiancee he loved? The girl he thought too “pure” and innocent for oral lovemaking? The girl he’d thought could want sex only with him? The girl he’d been so sure would never even look at another man? What a fool he’d been!
“Seen enough?” Wilma’s voice was soft, soothing, understanding.
“Yes.” He didn’t trust himself to say anything else. He thrust the binoculars savagely back in his attache case and turned to leave. Wilma followed behind him.
Halfway through the patch of woods, she called out. “Wait a minute.”
“What for?”
“For this.” She came up to him and put her arms around his neck. Her kiss was hot, deep, insistent. “I showed you what I had to show you,” she told him. “Now I’m going to keep my promise and make you forget.” She sank to her knees on the ground in front of him. Her hands were busy with his pants for a moment. And then her mouth sought out its target, hungrily.
God! She’s kissing me under the balls! Yeah! What a feeling! Right through my whole prick. Brought it right up too. Now she’s licking it! Look at her on her knees there with her blouse open and her tits hanging out. Small. Not like Glory’s. But hot looking with those long nipples. Oh! That tongue! She’s really lapping my balls and cock now! It’s turning her on too. My redheaded cocksucker’s playing with herself. Yeah! She’s got her hand between her legs and she's working her fingers around inside her pussy. Hot little bitch! Feel that hot nipple against my hard-on! She really digs that. Rubbing that red tit all over my balls. Jesus! It’s making her come! That’s it. baby! Wipe your come-juice all over my balls! Yeah! Rub it with those hard nipples. Yeah, get my cock between your breasts and wrap ’em around my hard-on and let me fuck your tits awhile. She’s coming again! It’s got her so out of her skull she can ’t stop coming and she has to get it all in her mouth. Oh, yeah! Open wide! Let me ram my whole dick in there, nuts and all. Suck my nuts! Feel my cock against the back of your throat. Lick it! Lick it! Now suck! Suck! And come again. . . and keep sucking. . . and come with your hand. . . and lick and suck. . . and take it in the head. . . and come some more and now me too, coming with you, coming while you come, shooting all the hot cream I’ve got right down your throat. Suck it dry! Suck it dry! Suck it dry!. . .
Glory’s attacker was gone as quickly as he’d come. Dazed, she realized that he hadn’t raped her. Of his own volition he’d left off his attack and scampered back into the woods.
As the stunned feeling wore off, it was replaced by a great relief. Glory felt that she’d been extremely lucky. Not willing to test her luck any further, she quickly put on her clothes and started back to the house.
An hour or so later she emerged from her shower, confident at last that she’d scrubbed the filth of her attacker from her body. Wilma was waiting in her bedroom when she entered it.
“What happened to you?” Wilma asked before Glory could say anything. “I went back to the pond and you were gone.”
“Wait until I tell you! It was terrible. But first, whatever kept you so long? l thought you were coming right back.”
“While I was getting my cigarettes, Mrs. Henshaw asked me to help her carry some empty jars down to the cellar. She keeps them there for later in the year when she makes preserves. I didn’t think it would take as long as it did. But tell me what happened to you. You look upset.”
Glory described how she’d been attacked.
“Oh, you poor baby,” Wilma said when Glory had finished. “How horrible for you. But at least he didn’t rape you. You were lucky, I guess. What did this fellow look like?”
Glory described Rafe. “Does he sound familiar to you?” she asked when she was through ‘recalling all the details of her assailant’s appearance that she could remember.
Wilma nodded. “It could only be one person Rafe Proctor. I’m sure of it. And that means that you weren’t in any real danger.”
“What do you mean? He tried to rape me!”
Wilma shook her head. “Not really. Rafe’s a little queer in the head, but he’s harmless. He might have tried to nuzzle you a little, but he wouldn’t try to rape you. I don’t think he really knows what sex is all about.”
“It sure felt like he did.” Glory giggled in spite of herself.
“Take my word for it. He’s really harmless.”