The Hungry Pet Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A warm sensation of pleasing arousal stirred hopefully in Kevin Garrett's anxious loins as he poured sherry for both his young curvy wife and himself. He couldn't help but wonder if his sketching
appointment with Eve Novack the next day had been the influential factor in causing Laura to do a complete about-face. Jealousy, maybe? Certainly, it wasn't in character for his beautiful, raven-haired honey to suggest he bring along the decanter, he elatedly mused, setting it on the table between them where they worked.

She smiled enticingly and raised her glass toward him. "Cheers,
darling."

"Cheers ..." he smiled.

She sipped while he took a swallow, not really savoring it. He preferred Scotch and water, but had figured she would really have made an issue of that ... drinking hard-stuff this early in the day, and so
on. Though the sherry was better than nothing to try and get things moving ...

"Mmmmmm ... that does taste good, Kevin ... sort of hits the spot, as the saying goes," she said, her large, onyx-eyes beginning to glow with a rare sparkle he too seldom saw in them. There was something undeniably erotic there, almost suggestive and promising.

Christ, could it be? Maybe he should strike while the iron was hot ... as another trite saying went! Not quite yet, of course, but once the wine began to peak her ... if she'd drink a few. To go through all the
cozy little dinner prelims just to stick to formula might well over do it. Besides, a twilight matinee in the sack could just hold some secret ingredient, the unknown quantity his luscious young wife needed to get her hot and running! Damn, there had to be some way, and this was as good a bet as any, considering the fact that he'd just about tried them all ...

"Are you really determined to do this portrait of Eve Novack, darling?" Laura questioned in a light tone, surprising him as she picked up a brush, her attention seemingly concentrated on her canvas.

"Why ... hardly determined, honey," he answered, managing to keep his voice as casual as hers. "It's just a commission ... certainly nothing pressing. You remember when she asked me if I'd consider it? We were at the Flemmings' cocktail thing ..."

"I remember it all distinctly, darling," Laura said, sipping at her sherry. "She reminded me of some sort of preying cat stalking her next meal ... and I'll wager she had a ravenous appetite ... sexually, that
is."

"Hey ... that's the second time you've come down heavy on her, baby," Kevin said, breaking into a grin. "Do I detect a twinge of jealousy in my loving little wife's voice?"

"Don't make fun of me, Kevin. Maybe ... maybe I am a little jealous ... or something. I don't know what it is, but I'm not ashamed of it," she said, her softly spoken, candid words very much moving him. "Anyway, it's not a mistrust of you, darling ... I want you to know that. It's just ... well . I realize that I-I am not the ... the most perfect girl in bed, or ... or even a poor facsimile, but ... but I'm beginning to
wish I were! And I'm really going to try ...!"

The slightest breath of air might have knocked him right off his stool, the young husband wildly thought as he listened with his lower jaw dropping to his vivaciously beautiful wife's admission, but it was her totally unexpected commitment which caused his penis to jerk urgently beneath his clothing. Beyond that, her almost child-like, apologetic air was tearing him apart!

He watched her pick up her wine glass and daintily drain it, then half-smile over at him. His stool nearly toppled like a rocket silo as he blasted off it, dropping onto his knees beside where she sat perched on her own, and possessively wrapping his long arms around the almost virginal softness of her curved young body to hug her tightly against him!

"Christ, baby! You're the most beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking female God ever made! You know that? You are ... you are! And He knows you don't have to ever be jealous, or worried, or any other damn thing when it comes to a guy named Kevin Garrett! You're that poor slob's whole life, baby, and all the Eve Novacks in the world lined up naked couldn't even begin to do to him what you do ... let alone seduce him! You hear me kitten? I mean that!"

"Oh darling, I know you do!" Laura excitedly gasped to his loving show of tender affection, slipping her arms around his neck and running her hands through his heavy shock of disheveled-appearing brown hair. "I-I didn't mean to upset you while you're working, Kevin. I-I shouldn't 've said anything.."

"Upset me? Baby, you just made my day ten-times more beautiful is all!" Kevin exclaimed, sensing his roused length of hardening penile flesh pulsing warmly in its growing, blood-filling state. He held her with arms encircled around her slender waist, and with his face looking up into and inches from her beautiful features, he smoothed his gaunt, warm hand over the rising swell of her soft belly. "And don't you ever worry about any other gal as far as this guy's concerned, little girl! You're holding all the claims! If you say no Eve Novack portrait, that's the way it is, baby! Just you and me! That's what matters, doll...!"

"Oh Kevin!" she whispered, almost sensually he thought, as her small, warm hands clasped on each side of his face and she raised it higher, implanting her lushly moistened lips wetly down onto his in a heated, tongue-teasing kiss, the kind he well knew she loved so much.

He played tongues soully with her, teasing and stabbing, locking, searching, caressing, their mouths filling with each other's slowly rising warmth. Christ, he couldn't remember her ever being so openly
keyed-up to this degree! His warm, exploring hand brushed over the full ripe mounds of her still brassiere covered breasts, yet he could still feel their tiny, hardened nipples straining beneath the wealth of material. She moaned incitedly into his mouth while her hands toyed in his thick, almost unruly hair and at the back of his neck. Goddamn, she was really hot all right, and getting more-so ... but was she ready? He'd seen her damn close to this point before and had it all fall flat! Kisses, gentle fondling, and hotly suggestive embraces were her love-world, but experience had taught him that once beyond them everything did a topsy-turvy! Even though she couldn't help it, and he had tried to understand that, how long could a red-blooded, all lusty male like himself put up with those sudden cold rebuffs, or her unhidden dutiful wife concept without waggling his hungering yard-arm in other directions?

He thought of Eve Novack on the telephone ... her torrid, provocative voice! Christ, Laura had her pegged to the letter! She may be hung-up with nun-concepts herself, but she could spot a sensuous woman with no difficulty ... and Miss Novack was well known to be that! He couldn't help but wonder if the sexy ex-starlet actually had such seducing thoughts in mind concerning him? Not that it mattered now ... he wouldn't keep their appointment. Hell no, not knowing the way Laura felt ... but it was the fact that she'd come right out and told him that was firing him like a goddamned young bull! Then: "And I'm really going to try ...!" She'd said that, her voice all choked with meaningful emotion, the sound of her hesitant, truthful tone unlike anything he'd ever heard from her!

That was all he wanted! For her to try! Christ, it was unbelievable that with her normal, exquisite young body ... the goddamned mind-twisting beauty of her naked loveliness that she couldn't get with it!
She wasn't still sixteen, and her parents were long gone out of her life ... all of the bitterness which had caused her hang-ups. She'd done four-years at an uninhibited college, associated with girl classmates whose morals were far from being top-grade, and Christ, he ought to know! Hadn't he fucked her roommate for two days straight before the wanton little bitch had introduced her to Laura? That was
how he had finally met her ...!

"Look, darling, I know you don't like wine. So why don't you mix yourself a Scotch and water ... and while you're at it, make one for me, too?"

Kevin gaped up at her. She still held his head while he embraced her. Then, she hotly kissed him. After, he managed: "Now ... now, you're talking my language, angel! And I'll agree, providing ... providing you don't move from this spot so that I can come back in and make love to you ..."

"This way?" she interrupted, those glimmering lights in her eyes like tiny, ignited fires. "Wouldn't you rather have me slip into something ... more comfortable, as that well-worn saying goes?"

Kevin swallowed tightly. He couldn't believe it! "Hell!" he gasped, if it comes to that, I'd prefer you slip out of everything and just come back to sit here!"

"Kevin!" she laughed, her hands continuously stroking his head. "You don't really want me that ... that wanton, do you ...?"

"Why not? You're my wife ... and ... and we're in our own home, and ... we love each other! Hell yes, I want you that way ... completely naked and beautiful in the state you were made for me! Is that so bad? Is it ...?"

"No, darling, it isn't ... and one day soon, maybe, but ... but give this frustrated wife of yours a chance, will you?" Laura half-whispered delighted with the pleasureful sensations of expectancy sweeping
excitedly through her, and trying desperately not to do anything to destroy her flimsy intoxication.

She had never felt quite so immoral as she did at that moment. And she couldn't help but believe that thoughts of Eve Novack were playing an important part in shaping her feelings ... which was good! God, she undoubtedly needed something of this nature if she were ever to crash her hung-up barriers, as Kevin called them, and become a real wife! There was no question any longer in her young mind but what the bed, in sensual love-making was where a wife kept her husband! Or even the floor, a couch, the front or back-seat of their car ...! Just to love and let one's self freely go. That was it! There wasn't any shame, she continually reminded herself. This was the way she was made ... meant to be ... a physical lover for the wonderful man kneeling on the floor beside her with his arms embracingly holding her, his warm, sensitive hands stroking over the tingling fullness of her excitedly swelling
breasts!

"Y-You go make us a couple of Scotches with water, darling ... and I'll change," Laura suggestively whispered. "We've both worked enough for one day ... besides, your little kitten wants to play with the cat-nip!"

She gently pressed him away, pleased with her cute word-teasing statement, the undeniable thrills of heated anticipation growing provocatively down between her thighs. God, she was getting wet there!
The narrow strip of her sheer, nylon panties actually felt soaked as it brushed against the puffy softness of her curl-fringed vaginal lips.

She stood and he slowly, did the same, his hands never leaving her upper body. He said nothing, simply enfolded her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his hot tongue raping her mouth in sensual bliss! She clung to him, returning his kiss fervently, wild emotions the likes of which she had never fully given herself to soaring with an erotic drunkenness that seemed to permeate and excite her whole body.

"You go ahead, baby! I'll make our drinks!" he finally gasped, raising his warm, loving mouth from hers.

"Not too strong, darling ..."

"No ... no, don't worry!" he whispered, his hands smoothing down over the fleshy moons of her firmly rounded buttocks, clasping them and drawing her tighter against his rapidly hardening loins. "It'll be just right ... just go ahead and do what you were going to ...!"

Laura sensed a quiver of growing erotic delight ripple upward over her. She couldn't help but think about it. Was it excitement without dread ...? Maybe just a little bit of repulsion at the way he was so
lustfully clutching at her buttocks? She thought of him trying to use her ... thrusting his hardened maleness up between her defenselessly spread legs ...! No ... no! Not her darling ... not Kevin! He loved her with his whole heart, and she had to rid herself of these terrible ...!

"Go ahead, baby! I'll make the drinks ...!"

"Okay ... okay. I'll be back in a few minutes, Kevin ..."

"Take your time! Take all the time you need, angel! I'll be waiting for you!" he enthusiastically exclaimed, backing off with a little dancing jog and clapping his hands together in a gesture he could never remember making in his life.

Laura smiled, sensing an almost maternal feeling sweeping deliciously through her. God, she didn't need any babies ... he was all of that as well as lover ... the fulfillment of everything in a man she'd ever dreamed of. Then, she said: "I'm going to shower, darling. I'll be a little while."

"I-l won't make the drinks for ten minutes or so," he said. I'll just give the studio a little house-cleaning ... and think about you ..."

Laura knew that her smile, as well as the unconcealable depths of her erotic excitement was visible in her eyes and the expression on her face. She even felt as if she were swaying her buttocks alluringly as
she left the room! And for once, she didn't try to control the roll of her hips, the rippling feel of her rounded, fleshy buttocks which he had to be watching causing thrilling sparks of additional delight to
race through her like the drunkish feel of too much wine! And certainly, she hadn't drunk that much in one glass! No! No! What she was experiencing was the inflamed beauty of love ... yes, sexual
anticipation ... the very intoxicant Kevin had insisted would someday sweep her up, and it had!

Ooohhh ... he was so far beyond anything she deserved, putting up with her as long as he had, Laura thought, brushing the bedroom door closed behind her and beginning to remove her clothing. There had been other girls for him and she knew it. Her own roommates in school, she felt certain, he'd slept with ... probably more, but she didn't and had never felt bad about that. After all, her roommate had introduced them! From that point, he had been on her doorstep nightly ... and she waiting for him.

It was written in the cards, wasn't it, Laura thought, smiling at the inadequate phrase she'd thought of as she quickly shed her clothes and walked nakedly across the room. They'd loved each other from the
beginning, yet, she couldn't help but wonder what his thoughts might have been had he really known the nature of the girl he'd fervently kissed and whispered his love to. The poor darling ... and what a dream he'd been all through her shamefully inhibited sexual performances. Well ... this time it was going to be different! It was! Because she was determined to make it so! Laura Barkley was dead! A new girl, one with real desire, had slipped into her body!

She went to her closet to get a robe and abruptly decided against it. Why should she? She was in her own bedroom, her own home, and with no one but her own husband to walk in on her. If she were really going to try, the unnecessary modesty routines she had been clinging to in front of her husband had better be the first to go! And damn, didn't it feel deliciously thrilling to walk around naked, though?

Laura smiled to herself as she thought of the way her words and tone of voice had quickly brought Kevin to her on his knees. It had delighted her to see the unhideable glimmer of lust turn-on in him. For a moment, she stood there purposely leading her mind along lewd paths. She visualized him standing by and watching her ... and she would climb onto the bed, offering him a sensual view of swayingly hardened breasts, and completely naked buttocks with a fleeting peek at her curl-fringed vaginal-lips ...!

The naked young wife realized then that she was flushing a deep scarlet at her own thoughts and she easily wiped them from her mind. She moved quickly into the bathroom trying to ignore the shame her lurid mental pictures had unwantedly brought. She tucked her wealth of black hair inside the shower-cap and as she did so, her dark-eyes caught sight of her own sensuously white curves reflecting nakedly in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, an unfamiliar little sensation of desire rippling over her shapely young body.

Damn, she did have an enviable figure ... if only she could blend the necessary sensuality to go with it, she confusedly thought, admiring er firm young curves, the fullness of her breasts with their tiny,
berry-like nipples, and the narrowness of her hand-span waist. She let her eyes trail down over the generous, sweeping arch of her hips into the long, white columns of fully rounded thighs and calves. She couldn't deny that there was something hedonistically fascinating in the ivory-like outline her swim-suit halter left across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping at her smoothly ovalled buttocks ... nor the milky-white of her hips and lower tummy where the silken triangle of sparse, coal-black curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little pubic mound and vaginal lips, which at that moment was inspiring an unusual tingling at the base of her soft, flat belly.

Again, she smiled to herself, pleased at the aroused stimulation she was experiencing. She stepped into the shower stall and quickly regulated the water, the finely spraying needles against her naked,
satin-soft flesh, adding to her sensations. But though rare, to reach this point of arousal wasn't unique for her, the almost desperately trying young wife reasoned ... it was what inevitably must follow which
rapidly destroyed her erotic illusions ... that moment of truth when he nakedly crawled between her obscenely widespread legs and hung there above her committing the animalish act of probing at her sensitive, cringing vaginal mouth, then the actual thrusting of its heavy hardness up into her!

God! Would she ever be able to overcome that horrible feel of total debasement? Oh, she had to ... had to! But already, just the mere thought was like being doused with iced water, her excitement of just
seconds before lost in an uncontrollable rising wave of nauseous disgust ... oh, God, she had to now ... simply had to! After committing herself and leading him on ... but ... but ...!

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Kevin hummed to himself as he swept through their studio like a diligent Mr. Clean, though his infused mind was far from concentrating on the task at hand. He could still barely believe that it was all
shaping up to perfection ... and right in the middle of the afternoon! Christ, his cock felt as if it were a foot long, and anything but comfortable, imprisoned inside his tight shorts. He glanced at his
watch ... five minutes had passed. Hell, enough of this crap ... he'd go make the drinks ...!

He poured Scotch over ice into two glasses, checked Laura's and decided to add to it. She probably would have only the one and he wanted it to carry some weight. On second thought, he took another glass and poured a healthy shot of the raw liquor into it, then tilted it up to gulp it away. A little reinforcement in his own department was in order, too. Damn, he intended to make this the most beautiful and fulfilling love session for her that any gal ever dreamed of, which, unless he missed
his guess, was going to require all the staying-power he could muster. With that lust-firing thought in mind, the young husband spilled a second bracer into the glass and did away with that, the thought
striking him that this afternoon was actually going to be the real consummation of their marriage and their love for each other. All that had gone before was merely a semester of educating ... preparation for this, the final exam ...!

His watch indicated that nearly fifteen minutes had passed ... damn; what was she doing, anyway? He'd expected her to come back out ... or at least, call him ... or could she just be waiting there for him to
bring the drinks in ...? He added water to their Scotches, sneaked a third short quickie for himself, and with a little tune absently winding through his stirred mind, hummed his way toward their bedroom.

Palming both glasses in one hand, Kevin opened the door with: "Fuller Brush Man! Madam, I'd like to introduce you to a new product we've ..." He stopped short, hearing his voice trailing off into silence as he saw her lying face down on the bed, a yellow robe drawn up over her. She lay with her face buried in the pillow, her naked arms shielding it, long raven hair strewn about like a soft, silken veil. Christ! She was crying!

A sinking sensation gripped at the young husband's lower belly. He sensed his swollen cock give a hurtful lurch as he set their drinks on her dressing table and approached the bed, his brain racing in a
combination of concern and beginning anger. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, gently laying his hand on her back, me thin material of her robe enough to let him know she was wearing little or nothing beneath.

"Wh-What's wrong, baby? What happened to you ...?" he half-whispered, struggling to keep his voice calm, the very sound of it, added to his touch, raising a cringing shudder from her, accompanied by increased sobs.

"Oh ... oh Kevin ... I-I just can't help it!" she garbled, her words hardly distinguishable to him, but enough to let him know that nothing had changed, that their little party was about to take its miserably
familiar, goddamned course! "I-I just can't give myself willingly to ... to what you expect of me ... believe me, darling, I've tried so hard ...! Oh, I have ... but ... but it's no use ...!"

"Now, wait a minute, baby," Kevin almost pleaded, still trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. "Christ, it has to be something fixed crazily in your mind, and ... and whatever it is, I know we can
overcome it if we go at it sensibly ... at least, discuss it, Laura ...!"

"Can't you understand, Kevin? God, I don't want to discuss it ... even think about it!" she blurted into her pillow, her face still buried and hidden from him. "It makes me sick, actually ill everytime I feel your ... your thing worming around in me there ... like an animal ... while I have to lay helpless ... oh God! Is that what you call love ...?"

Her admissions spewed at him in undeniable repugnance was at first like a knife twisting in his guts, stunning him for a moment as he sat there gaping down at her. Automatically, he began to soothingly stroke her back through the thin, diaphanous robe, and again she recoiled beneath his touch. It was that final added insult to injury which unleashed the boiling anger inside him, though Laura hardly realized it yet from the controlled level of his enraged voice.

"So ... another replay of the same old record ... that's what you're handing me, right?" he put to her, gaining his feet and beginning to unbutton his shirt, the liquor he had. rapidly drunk churning hotly in
his infuriated belly and blood-stream.

"My God ... is that all you can ever say to me?" Laura sobbingly threw at him, rolling partially onto her side to show her tear-stained face, as well as the whitely exposed mound of one lush, rounded breast ... he saw that she was naked at least down to her hips, the sight of her smooth-textured flesh like a thousand tiny needles of fire jabbing at his fuming loins. "Please ... leave me alone. I've a terrible headache coming on ..."

"Baby, you've got a hell of a lot more than that coming on!" Kevin hissed through tightly clenched teeth, his lips drawn harshly back. He practically tore the shirt off himself and dropped his pants all in one movement that caused Laura to raise her head and gasp out.

"Wh-What do you think you're doing ...?"

"That ought to be pretty obvious even to you!" he spat, kicking off shoes and socks, then unceremoniously shoving his white, cotton shorts down off his lean hips to expose the long swollen hardness of his angry cock poling out from his hair-covered loins, his heavy balls swinging bullishly between his lank, sinewy thighs.

"K-Kevin ... my God, please ... I told you I have a headache ...!" Laura choked, her widened dark eyes jerking upward from the unwelcomed sight of his lewdly exposed genitals in their obscene primed state to the wildly angered expression on his face.

"You're going to have a migraine in your cunt in a minute!" he pitilessly snarled, suddenly reaching down to snatch the robe away, revealing her completely naked young body to his now almost violently
maddened eyes. "And it's high fucking time you did ...!

"Oh ... oh no you don't!" Laura bitterly cried out, trying to roll away from him, her arms and legs flailing, but he caught her roughly and threw her face down once more onto the bed, slapping her a stinging crack across her nakedly exposed buttocks. "Ooohhh!" she blurted in hurt shock.

"You try that again and I'll slap you silly, damn you!" Kevin warned, his tone cutting sharp. "I've had it, baby ... all I can stomach of your goddamned hang-ups! You may hate me from here on out, but that
can't be much worse than what you call loving! I'm going to fuck you without mercy, little wifey dear, and there isn't one frigging thing you can do about it but spread your snooty little ass and take it!"

"Oh ... oohhh, my God, Kevin ... please ...?" the absolutely stunned and horrified Laura whimpered as she lay there forcibly on her stomach, feeling him roughly spreading her legs apart and wedging between them. "Please ... oohhh, at least let me turn over if ... if you've got to do it ...!"

"What? And have to watch my big brutal cock worming into your precious little cunt-hole? Don't be silly, Mrs. Garrett! I wouldn't want you to get any sicker than you are!" Kevin scathingly sneered down at her naked, helplessly spread body beneath him. "Besides, bitch, this is the way we animals fuck ... from behind ...!"