Part 2 (1/2)

”Suburban Cable just thought it would be fun for its bored, discontented, overweight housewives to have a little interactive amus.e.m.e.nt, huh?” Nora said caustically.

He shrugged. ”I don't know. Nora, my darling, why can't you just accept what's happening? The apartment. Me. We've been created out of your deepest imagination. Why are you unhappy with us?”

”I don't understand it,” Nora admitted to him.

”Do you have to understand everything?” he asked. ”Look, Nora, your friends turned you on to The Channel because they thought it was time, and they felt you needed it. Right now your reality sucks, and you need your fantasies if you're going to survive what's coming. Isn't that so? d.a.m.n, Nora, I want to reach out, take you in my arms, and comfort you. This isn't bad. It's good. Put your hand on mine, darling, and come over, Red Rover. I'll make the sadness go away, I promise you. I will.” He stood directly before her, filling the television screen, pressing his big palm, fingers outspread, up for her to match with his. ”Nora,” he begged her, ”please!”

This is not real, one side of her brain said. You are not having a conversation with a man in the TV. Well, if it isn't real, then why don't you put your hand on his and prove it? the other side of her brain taunted her. What if she actually put her hand up and was zapped into that dream apartment with this dream man, and he turned out to be a monster? She laughed bitterly. Would he be any worse than the man to whom she was married? Who was about to leave her for another woman? This was a dream. It was! So she was going to put her hand on his, and maybe she would be in that apartment, and then what?

Go ahead, the little voice in her head pressed her. Why are you always so afraid to try something new? Whatever you do with Kyle, at least it's only in your imagination. Not like your cheating husband, who is probably banging his girlfriend right now without a thought for you, or the children you share.

She put her spoon aside, and arose from her recliner. Kneeling before the television, she matched her hand to his. One hundred and twenty pounds and a pair of perky b.o.o.bs, here I come! And Nora smiled to herself as she thought it. Still it wasn't going to happen, and she knew it. But what the h.e.l.l! It was only a wild dream. A wonderful wild dream. And then her head began to spin.

Chapter Two.

She actually felt a popping sensation within her body. Her head began to clear, and there was the distinct feeling of arms about her. Strong arms, and a very hard body. Nervously Nora opened her eyes and looked up into a pair of leaf green eyes laughing down at her. ”Kyle?” she whispered. G.o.d! He was even better looking close-up. She closed her eyes again. This was not happening.

”Yes, Nora, darling, it's me,” the rough-edged deep voice a.s.sured her, and she felt the kiss he pressed to the top of her head.

Nora's eyes flew open again. It was happening. It really was happening!

”I'm glad you finally got up enough courage to come over, Red Rover,” he teased gently. Then taking her hand, he drew her over to a mirror, understanding exactly what her next thoughts were going to be.

Nora gasped softly. She stared hard at her image in the polished gla.s.s. She looked about thirty! Her hair was bright again, a long and luxurious mop of red gold curls that tumbled with reckless abandon over her shoulders. There wasn't a dimple of cellulite to be seen on her milky thighs or rounded knees. And she was wearing the most deliciously scanty garment, what little there was of it.

”Oh, my,” Nora breathed, admiring herself in the very short black silk robe that was covering what appeared to be a voluptuously ripe and lush body.

Fascinated, she watched as standing behind her, he reached out to pull the sash of the garment open. Sliding his big hands around her torso, he displayed two perfectly firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her view. ”These are very nice,” he admired, fondling her gently. ”Very, very nice, Nora.” His hands were warm. His touch was wonderfully sensual.

”Ummm,” Nora murmured. She closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure his hands were giving her. She could feel the moisture already forming between her nether lips. She pressed herself back against the hard body, grinding her b.u.t.tocks slowly into his groin. All her fears were gone. This man, or whatever he was, had no intention of harming her. She sensed it. He wanted only to please her. This was a fantasy, and she was in charge. Suddenly all her inhibitions drained away. Nora Buckley was ent.i.tled to something of her own even if it was only in her imagination.

According to Kyle she could demand all those tantalizing things she had always wanted to try. Things Jeff wouldn't even consider doing with her because he thought that wives should just lie still and get f.u.c.ked by their husbands. He was probably doing those things with his girlfriend, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d! He always said if she obtained no pleasure in their lovemaking, it was her fault, not his. But how did you gain pleasure from being slammed on your back, screwed quickly, and then told to shower before you slept? There had never been any foreplay, and it was always done in the dark.

Well, d.a.m.nit, it hadn't been her fault. It had been his, and she had always known it. He used her to relieve his l.u.s.t, and nothing more. In the beginning she hadn't understood that, being a virgin, and not particularly well-informed. But she had heard her friends talking, and it had encouraged her to read more about s.e.x. Once in an effort to spice up his performance she had suggested he spank her, and she put her fingers in her mouth and told him that she had been a very bad girl. Jeff had recoiled, and angrily demanded to know where she had gotten such a perverted idea. After that, she didn't dare suggest he use his tongue on her. She had read the tongue was a terrific and sensual organ. Her husband had never even French-kissed her.

Nora opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror again. She turned slowly to admire herself. Wow! What a body she had imagined. It was perfect. She hadn't looked that good since she was twenty. h.e.l.l, she had never looked this good. She turned around herself in his arms so they were facing one another, her hands fastened onto the towel wrapped about his lean loins. She pulled it away. ”Turnabout is fair play,” she told him softly.

”You just want to see my d.i.c.k, you naughty creature,” he answered with a wicked grin. Then he stepped back so she might get the full view.

Nora's pulse raced as she stared at his male member. She was certain that Jeff's p.e.n.i.s was a normal size. Kyle's, however, was very definitely supersized. Even in its current quiet state it was very long, and thick. Reaching out, she took him in her hand. Her fingers wandered slowly, teasingly, down the length of him. Almost immediately she felt him begin to harden. Her hand slipped beneath him, cupping the sac containing his b.a.l.l.s in her palm. He was, to use an old expression, heavy hung. ”Very nice.” She smiled up at him. ”Very, very nice.”

He chuckled, and the sound was rich. It warmed her all over. ”We're going to have fun, Red Rover, aren't we?” he said.

She nodded slowly. ”Yep,” she agreed. ”We're going to have lots of fun, Kyle. I still don't know how all this is possible, but I think for now I'll stop trying to figure it all out. I don't really care anymore.” She gave his b.a.l.l.s a gentle squeeze.

”Good girl!” he approved. Then he took the hand playing with him and said, ”Come on, Nora. We're both anxious for that first f.u.c.k, aren't we? And just look what that wicked little hand of yours has done.”

She gazed down, and her mouth made a small O of surprise. His p.e.n.i.s was swollen, the tip of it almost ruby red in color now. Supersized didn't even begin to describe it now. She had never imagined a male organ that big. But she must have if he was standing there with it practically waving at her.

She followed him across the living room, as he opened a pair of double doors into a s.p.a.cious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. The same city skyline view she had seen through the living room windows was available through the bedroom windows. And similar French doors opened out onto a large planted terrace. A Kwanzan cherry tree in full pink bloom pressed its branches against a corner of the doors. But she had no time to really inspect her new surroundings because he was pus.h.i.+ng her back onto a bed covered with black satin sheets.

”Open wide for Papa,” he said, kissing her. The mouth exploring hers was hungry and wet. Next it pressed slowly on her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, as his big hands held her head between them. ”You are so sweet,” he murmured low. ”So very, very sweet!”

I am in paradise, Nora thought as his gentle pa.s.sion began to claim her. She felt him nudge her thighs apart with a knee. She spread herself without argument. He filled her with one smooth thrust. ”Oh, G.o.d!” Nora moaned, but after just a few hard strokes of that thick, long p.e.n.i.s she came, her juices mixing with his as he exploded inside her. ”Oh, Kyle! That was so good,” she exclaimed, sighing gustily. His weight on her felt wonderful. Suddenly she realized that he hadn't withdrawn his p.e.n.i.s from her v.a.g.i.n.a. She could actually feel it throbbing and very hot within her. She looked at him questioningly.

”I told you the first time it would be fast because we both needed it,” he reminded her, ”but the second time is gonna be real slow. I'm going to make you scream, Nora. I'm a man of my word.” Still buried within her he drew her up slightly and, leaning forward, began to lick at the nipples of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His mouth closed over one nipple, and he sucked hard on it.

”Do it to me again!” she hissed at him.

”Not yet,” he said, releasing the nipple, and looking into her eyes. ”I'm going to teach you that it doesn't have to be fast. That you don't have to grab at your satisfaction, Nora. It will be there for you whenever you want it.” His lips moved to the other nipple.

The tug of his mouth on her flesh was maddening. The sensation of his thick c.o.c.k filling her but not yet fully pleasuring her was beginning to anger her. ”Do it to me!” she insisted. She wiggled slightly against him, pressing down. ”Do it to me now!” She was being wanton. She had always wanted to be wanton. Just as she had always liked s.e.x, but hadn't been allowed to have enough of it in the years she had been married to Jeff. But no more! This was her fantasy, and Nora Buckley was going to get everything she had always wanted. Wouldn't her friends be surprised if they knew that their nice friend was a s.e.x-starved wanton. She laughed aloud. ”Do it, Kyle!” she commanded him. ”Now! I want to be f.u.c.ked hard, and mindless. You can do it! You can!”

He bit her nipple sharply, and then a slow smile lit his features. ”At my lady's service,” he told her.

”Yes!” Nora cried. ”Isn't that what you're here for, Kyle? To service me in any way I want it, and any time I want it?” She felt the thrill of control race through her.

”That's exactly what I'm here for, Nora,” he acquiesced, laying her back down again, kissing her fiercely.

s.e.x! Pure raw s.e.x without any entanglements. Without guilt. s.e.x with a man whose sole aim was to please her. To make her feel good. Love had absolutely nothing to do with it. Nor did duty, or whatever else anyone expected of her. For the first time in her life Nora felt the taste of freedom. Spread shamelessly on black satin sheets. A handsome man with a very large and very talented c.o.c.k plunging in and out of her. And it was wonderful!

His mouth demanded her full attention as it worked its way across her face, her throat, and her lips again. His p.e.n.i.s was driving her into a frenzy of pleasure such as she had never, ever known in all of her life. Why couldn't it have been this way with Jeff? she thought briefly. Jeff, whom she had once loved, but was startled to realize she no longer loved. Other husbands and wives remained lovers. Why hadn't they? But it didn't matter anymore.

She wrapped her long legs around Kyle's muscled torso, groaning as each new position gave him greater access to her body. He plunged deeper into the hot, wet maw of her boiling s.e.x. ”Do it! Do it!” she screamed as she kissed his ear, and then nipped the lobe. Her fingers dug at his muscled shoulders, the nails clawing down his long back. She strained against him, almost resisting.

”Little b.i.t.c.h!” he growled at her. ”Can't get enough, can you?” His groin slammed violently into hers as he worked his p.e.n.i.s back and forth. ”This is just the beginning,” he told her. ”The things I'm going to do to you and make you do to me, baby, you're going to love it. You are so hot, Nora!” He thrust and pumped harder, and even harder as he saw the subtle changes beginning to take place on her face, felt the faint quiver beginning deep inside her body. ”Come on, Nora,” he taunted her, licking at her ear, pus.h.i.+ng the tip of his tongue to and fro in it, simulating there what he was doing with his p.e.n.i.s in her hot, slick v.a.g.i.n.a. ”You want to scream, baby! I can feel what's going on inside of you, Nora! Let it happen! Let it happen!”

She was burning up. She was ready to combust. He seemed to be getting harder and longer with each jab of his talented c.o.c.k, and she loved it! She had only climaxed once in her entire life. The second time she and Jeff had had s.e.x after they were married. He had scolded her for crying out. Unladylike, he told her. Decent women didn't howl like banshees. But now the spasms rocking her very being were turning into violent tremors. Nora opened her mouth, shrieking with the pleasure her lover was engendering in her. ”Oh, G.o.d, yes! Don't stop, darling! Don't stop! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh! Ohhh, G.o.dddd!” She shuddered violently, and then for the first time in her life fainted.

But she revived herself quickly, shutting her eyes tight, praying, Oh, don't let me be back in that d.a.m.ned recliner yet! Let me still be on the bed with the black satin sheets, and the marvelous Mr. Gorgeous by my side. Then she felt a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flew open in spite of herself.

”Told you I could make you scream,” he said, pleased with himself, and smiling his warm, crooked smile at her. ”You're going to come every time I f.u.c.k you, Red Rover. Every. Single. Time,” he told her with emphasis on each word.

”Threat or promise?” she asked, recovered, and smiling up at him. ”Either way is okay with me, darling Kyle.”

He laughed. ”Want to take a shower now?” he asked, getting off the bed.

”The bathroom's through there, right?” She pointed to another set of double doors on a far wall.

He nodded.

”It better have one of those great big tubs as well as a shower,” Nora said, rising.

”It's your fantasy,” he responded. ”Want to go look?”

It was exactly as she had always dreamed it would be. Not some small utilitarian room with a tub/shower, sink, and toilet. This was a great big light and airy chamber with long arched windows offering another view of the cityscape. The Italian-tile floor was heated. It felt wonderful beneath her bare feet. The commode because in a room like this you wouldn't call it a toilet and the bidet were set behind lacquered white doors that could be closed for privacy.

Kyle sat her on the bidet. Then, kneeling, he adjusted the water for temperature and direction, turning the bidet on. After a moment he reached between her thighs and washed her with a soft flannel cloth, then let the water caress her s.e.xual anatomy for a moment or two more. It was the most sensual and intimate thing any man had ever done to her or for her. Turning the water off, he drew her up, and gave her a lingering kiss. ”Come and see the rest of the room, Nora,” he invited her.

In one corner of the room was a large curved gla.s.s and tile shower. And the tub was an enormous rectangle of marble sunk into the floor. There were two steps leading down into the perfumed water. A mirrored wall was fitted with two marble sinks, each set on its own single column, and no tacky cabinets beneath. The large closet in the bathroom was opened to reveal shelves filled with black and white towels of thick Egyptian cotton terry, along with matching robes and wraps.