Through the ages of the history of mankind, Cathy mused, later that afternoon in a moment of uncharacteristic philosophical reflection, ignorance on the part of one man, or people, has bred the most special kind of loathing on the part of another. From the doctrines of White Man's Burden, back through the Spanish conquest of South America, back to the Roman Conquest of the greater part of the known world at that time, ignorance on the part of peoples, nations, has been employed as justification for enslaving them. Early explorers in Black Africa had never questioned the intelligence and ingenuity of the indigenous race; but the Black Man's ignorance of certain Western technological advances were self evident. White man's ignorance of techniques necessary for survival in the local environment, the only suitable criteria for achievement there, was conveniently ignored. The blacks were taken into captivity, sold as slaves. The justification on the part of the Christian slave traders who took them to the New World was their ignorance of a way of life they had never seen.
The fault in the basic concept, of course, was obvious. Yet now, on a smaller, much more personal level, Cathy was indulging herself in the same kind of rationalization as she sat listening to Bob explain how he'd gotten the car out of the ditch, how Bailey had gotten off to a good start in repairing the bridge, and how Sylvia had convinced him they might as well stay another night, then get back on the road in the morning.
Her dress now held together in front by a couple of safety pins she'd used to replace the three buttons Bailey had torn off when he'd yanked it open, the sensuous young blonde stared deadpan at her husband. My God, she thought, her contempt welling in her breast. He must really take me for an idiot. Apparently he didn't think she could have even the slightest suspicion about what had happened between him and Sylvia down at the barn while Sylvia's husband was fucking her silly in the guest bedroom here at the house. And Bob, of course, was the real idiot here. Because he couldn't have even dreamed that had happened either. He didn't even guess that Bailey was a threat, otherwise, they would have been long gone like she'd wanted, before.
"Well, whatta you think?" Bob asked.
Cathy took a sip of the Bloody Mary she'd made after she'd emerged from the bedroom. She walked over and looked out the window over the sunlight terrain. From down at the bridge she could hear a hammering. Now, what Bailey had said as he was dragging her to the bedroom returned to echo clearly in her mind: If I didn't know you wanted it you wouldn't even be here. Suddenly, understanding what he'd meant, she smiled.
Bailey must have knocked the supports out from under the bridge himself. He'd kept them there intentionally, because he knew what she wanted, what she had wanted ever since he'd first grabbed her in the barn. He'd known it even better than she had.
"What if I said no?" she asked; turning back to Bob. "What if I absolutely refuse to stay here another night."
He gazed at her in exasperation. "It just doesn't make sense, honey."
Cathy fixed her husband levelly in her gaze. She wondered, fleetingly, what it would be like making love to him again, after what had happened between her and Bailey. Perhaps it would be different, better, perhaps the same as before. Slowly the young blonde let a smile cross her face. "Doesn't it make sense, Bob? Can't you think of a reason why I might not want to stay here another night?"
She watched the alarm flash in his eyes, she imagined he was invisibly squirming on his feet. Then she turned quickly away.
"I don't really mind," she said, gazing again out the window. "You're driving. If you want to stay, we'll stay."
By the middle of the evening, after they'd enjoyed another of Sylvia's delicious meals and an ample number of after-dinner drinks, Cathy had decided what she was going to do. As to her motive, that was less clear. It could have been vengeance, for as she watched Bob's smug and secretive looks at Sylvia, sensed his continued oblivion to even the possibility of something having happened between her and Bailey, she felt almost an obligation to herself to knock the props out from under him and watch him tumble back to earth.
But there was more to it than that. Jack Bailey's ruthless assault on her tender young body that afternoon and the rousing climax she'd experienced seemed only to have whetted her appetite. After he'd left her, exhausted, slightly sore inside, her skin still tingling and burning all over as though memory of his hands on her naked flesh. She could still hardly believe it had really happened, that she could still hardly believe it had really happened, that she could have allowed him to take her that way, to eat her pussy until she thought she would go out of her mind and then fuck her until every last shred of decency in her being had been pushed aside by her compelling physical lust. Then he'd just left, saying nothing, not even looking back. Through the evening she'd been waiting for some sign from him, of recognition or acknowledgment of what had happened between them. There had been none. And she was almost sure she knew why. It was her turn to make the next move. The first time he'd literally dragged her to the bed. He hadn't really raped her, but had that been necessary she had no doubt that he would have. But the second time around things were not going to be that easy for her. She was going to have to meet him halfway at least.
Sylvia had put an old Sinatra album on the stereo set and she and Bob were dancing, very slowly, very close together. Cathy was seated in the easy chair, alternately watching them and watching Bailey, who was at the table, silently sipping his whisky. She waited until Bob's back was turned to her, then, rallying her courage, she downed the rest of her own drink and rose. When Bailey looked at her she met his eyes. Though she felt so nervous, even fearful, that she could hardly even face him, she somehow managed a sultry smile. Then she turned and walked, silently as she could, out of the room and down the hall.
Cathy's heart was pounding furiously in her breast, her breathing hard and hastened. She was beset by an almost unbearable fluttering in her stomach, and as she entered the guest bedroom where she and Bob had slept the night before and where that afternoon Bailey had stripped her and forcibly ravished her tender and willing young body, it required every bit of her self-control to keep her from turning and fleeing back to the den. Her mind was a jumble of contradictory impulses. The mere thought of what she was about to do filled her with a perverse and mischievous excitement that could not be contained, yet she was not eluded by the seriousness of the act. She'd already committed adultery this afternoon, but so had Bob. This went farther than mere cheating. Bob wasn't that blind, she hoped. Before she and Bailey were through tonight he would know all too well what was going on. And she didn't know how he would react. She didn't even know how she wanted him to react.
Cathy's fingers were trembling as she turned on the small dim lamp beside the bed, pushed the door almost closed, then quickly peeled off the tight-fitting sweater she'd changed into earlier in the evening. Naked to the waist, she watched herself in the mirror, the fluttering of mingled apprehension and anticipation in her stomach only increasing as she undid the snap at the side of her skirt and pulled it quickly down off the panty-clad cheeks of her ass. She let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it, hesitating for a moment, tempted to leave her panties. But that wasn't the way she'd planned it. Tonight she wanted to be completely naked, completely open and free to be taken by her adulterous lover and used however he wanted to use her. It was to be an intentional act of purgation of her puritanical past, and with fearful determination she pulled the panties down, stepped out of them and, completely naked, walked to the bed and slipped between the sheets.
As she lay breathlessly waiting, it occurred to her that Bailey might not even come, and she was at the same time relieved and disturbed at the thought. Then she found herself thinking that it wasn't impossible that Bob might come instead. She tried to imagine what that would be like and could fix no clear image in her mind. Then her heartbeat hastened even further as she heard the footsteps at the far end of the hail, footsteps she could now even identify. She listened to them approach and stop outside the door. The last moment of waiting was almost unbearable., With a low creaking the door swung slowly open. Bailey stood framed in it, staring silently down at her. She smiled feebly, then with both feet she pushed downward on the sheet. It slipped from her softly rounded shoulders, off the ripe upper portions of her breasts and the already erectly tingling buds of her nipples, down off her ribs and belly and the dark aperture of her navel to at last reveal the soft colored triangle of the hair of her cunt. With a little kick she thrust it completely off her thighs and calves, and waited in naked and open surrender, completely exposed to the gray-headed man's lecherously leering eyes.
Bailey swallowed hard, his gaze descending to Cathy's sensuously rounded breasts, then lower to her parted thighs where nestled invitingly in the soft brown curls of her cunt-hair he could just glimpse her pink-lipped pussy and the little nipple like bud of her clitoris. His eyes never leaving her body, he reached behind his back, pulled the door shut, and started to throw the latch.
"Leave it unlocked," Cathy said in a cracking voice.
He merely raised his eyebrows.
"He might as well see if he wants to. I'd rather have him watching than hollering and pounding on the door. Unless you're afraid of him."
Bailey grinned. "Fat chance of that. Boy, you really want to rub it in though, don't you?"
"No. I don't really care," she said. "I just don't like dishonesty. But I imagine Sylvia will be taking good care of him anyway. She knew where I was going when I left the den."
Bailey's grin had faded. "Yeah, I guess so," he said after a long pause. Then he stepped out of his shoes and walked toward the bed. He paused beside it, staring down hungrily at her nakedly waiting body. "All right, kid. You want to give your husband a show, we'll give him a show."
"What I want," Cathy said as he dropped down to a sitting position beside her prone body, "is you naked in bed beside me."
As Bailey half turned to face her she reached out eagerly with her arms, tugging his shirttails from out of his trousers and eagerly undoing the buttons down the front. As Bailey pushed the shirt from his shoulders her hands dropped to the buckle of his belt. She undid it quickly, fumbled to loosen the zipper of his trousers. Then a low hiss rose in her throat as he bounced up slightly from the bed to let her waist and the already half-erected shaft of his cock was suddenly revealed, menacingly large even in its semi-hardness, so that another faint tremor of fear darted through her body at the thought of having to take that monstrosity again into her tender little vagina, which was still very sensitive from this afternoon's cruel ravishment..
As Cathy sank back onto the pillow, her eyes narrowing with her rapidly building lust. Bailey pushed the trousers down from his knees, stepped out of them and left them on the floor. He turned again toward her, staring hungrily down. He reached out slowly with one of his hands, laying it gently on the side of her cheek in what she first took to be a gesture of affection. Then his thumb extended, swiping in a suggestive gesture across her voluptuous, slightly parted lips. Out of the corner of her eye Cathy saw his flaccid cock surge another half inch toward erection, then with an almost sadistic grin, he hooked his thumb into the corner of her mouth, giving a little tug to force her to open it, and as the confused blonde stared shamefully up he pushed the phallic-like finger straight up into the warm wet cavity of her mouth.
Cathy couldn't imagine what the muscular man was trying to do. There was something so strange in the way he was looking at her, and she felt so funny lying here naked before him, sucking his thumb into her mouth. There was something faintly degrading about it and at the same time it was weirdly erotic on a purely suggestive level. His other hand had dropped to her naked breasts, massaging them softly, his fingers seizing one of the already hard little nipples to arouse it to even more urgently tingling rigidity. His thumb flicked down the length of her tongue, almost to the back of her throat. Then suddenly he pulled it from her mouth and as Cathy waited, still prone and panting on the bed, she shifted around to recline beside her, his arms moving around her shoulders to pull her warmly against him. Then as she willingly let her body melt in his grasp, he suddenly pushed her forcibly down on the bed.
Again the relatively inexperienced young girl was gripped by confusion, unable to even imagine what her adulterous lover had in mind. But her slight resistance was to no avail and before she could figure out what was happening she found her face pressed against the lower part of the man's powerfully muscled ribcage, and suddenly shoving right up against the underside of one of her flawlessly rounded young breasts she felt the massive blunt tip of his now almost fully hardened cock. Then he lay his hand straight across the back of her neck, pushing her face even lower down toward his naked loins.
"Bailey?" Cathy gasped in sheer exasperation as she found the, purplish eye-tipped head of his fully hard cock looming straight up toward her face. "W-what…?"
"Suck it."
Suddenly the helpless blonde was mortified as through her mind flashed a luridly vivid vision of Bailey forcing his wife to take his, cock all its enormously fearful length into his mouth the other night. Of course, it was so simple! She should have known that was what he was thinking about when he'd first put his thumb into her mouth, and in a sudden desperate motion she freed her head from the pressure of his hand and twisted the upper half of her body around to stare up pleadingly at his leering face.
"Please, Bailey," she whimpered in spite of all her previous vows that tonight she was going to give herself up freely and without restraint. "Please, I don't want to do that."
"Jesus," Bailey said, staring at her in awe. "Don't tell me you've never sucked a cock?"
"Noooooo, I've never…"
"And I bet before this afternoon you'd never had your pussy eaten either?"
"Of course not!"
He shook his head. "Then this is long overdue."
Before Cathy could even offer another protest he reached toward her, with both hands, seizing the long blonde locks of her hair and turning her back toward his naked hairy loins, and with a violent jerk he buried her face straight down into his crotch.