Saturday 15 December 2012

Karma is a bitch -2

This story's first part can be found right here

Six nights later.



Jeff switched the channels on the T.V. with no particular interest. He was getting married tomorrow. Everything was taken care of by his buddies. Harry had managed to stay sober throughout the preparations, which was an achievement, for he seldom stayed sober when he was on a drinking spree. Pollock and the rest took care of inviting the families and the guests. Neal made sure Jeff wasn’t involved in the process. Darlings, he thought fondly.


But one thing still nagged him. Kay.


He never saw her again in the bar. Jeff often found himself with a beer every night at the Anstruthers, hoping to find her, staring lustfully at him, teasing him. His manhood often stirred at the  very thought.


Jeff couldn’t stop thinking about her. She haunted him in his dreams, often waking Jeff up, sweating and alarmed. He remained puzzled as to why he wanted to give his address on that day. It was as if he was told to give it by himself.


The clock struck 9. Jeff was bored. He switched the T.V. off and decided to retire for the night. He changed into his nightclothes and was just about to climb on his bed when he heard a knock on his door.


“Neal”, muttered Jeff, “probably wanting to check if I’m alright.”


He staggered back surprised when he saw who it was. Kay.



She wore a red smile that matched her velvet fur. Her hair was again tucked in an elaborate bun, this time elegant though. She stepped in, removing her pumps and asked, “Won’t you be a gentleman that you were, Jeff?”


Jeff hastily removed her gloves and her fur and hung it on the stand. He turned to face her and was momentarily stunned.


Kay stood stark naked in front of him. 


Jeff was at a loss at what to say. She was a treat to watch. Her breasts remained firm and jutting out, the shape of pears. Her body was slim and shaped well by nature. Her hips looked perfect, curving down to her spot, supported by toned legs. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining its moistness.


He took a deep breath in and stammered, with great difficulty ,“Wh...wh...what do you want?”


“I just wanted to visit you. It’s been a long time you know.”

Jeff was dumbstruck with fright and awe.


“Don’t you recognize me Jeff?”  she asked, haltingly with concern.

“I cant. I...I....I’ve seen you somewhere. But it just doesn’t hit me. I’ve given up.”


“Then come. I’ll show you.”


It was too much to bear for poor Jeff. He had never been with a fully grown woman before. His own member grew erect to the sight of Kay approaching him with her incredible assets. His senses slowed down, overpowered by her charm, by his primal need to fill her, to take her.

She bent down and came closer to Jeff. He felt her smooth hair on his face, on his shoulders, as she kissed him full on his trembling lips, undoing his clothes off him.


Jeff was completely lost in her. He was seized by a storming wave of desire and lust. The night grew wild and a heavy downpour hit Manhattan, which receded only at early sunrise.







The next night.



“What’s wrong, darling?” whispered Leanne, concerned.


The wedding proceeded smoothly. It was a small but a grand affair with all his friends and well-wishers. But Jeff’s thoughts were elsewhere. He could not forget the sex he had with Kay just 24 hours earlier. It was his third attempt to fill Leanne with his substance. But he couldn’t bring himself to. Not with the pounding that he gave Kay.


It wasn’t Leanne’s fault though. To another person, she would’ve been Marilyn Monroe. But today, she looked lacklustre and dull in Jeff’s eyes.


“Nothing, sweet. It’s just that I....” trailed his voice away. 

How could he tell her that nobody else could bring it out from him except Kay. It was his mistake allowing her inside his house, he thought.

Jeff went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. 

Damn you Kay, he thought. And just as he uttered her name, she appeared next to him in the mirror, with a sinister smile.


Jeff quickly turned. No one was behind him. He looked at the mirror again. Lo! She was gone. It was enough to make Jeff angry.

He marched to his bedroom and forcibly grabbed his wife and bit her on the neck.


“Aaaawwwwwww” screamed Leanne.


“SILENCE.” roared Jeff. She obeyed, scared at this sudden transformation of his. He took in his hand her soft hair and without warning, tugged at it hard and mounted on her.


Jeff had no other choice. He had to be brutal, like he was to Kay. Else he would never father a child with her innocent wife.


He started humping her without respite. She screamed and cried, half in ecstasy, half in agony. “Oh Kay” moaned Jeff as he came closer to release. In his mind’s eye, he could hear Kay screaming and clutching the sheets, her face never leaving his.


He gave one final thrust into Leanne and gave up all resistance. This time it was perfect. Leanne screamed all along his release as Jeff still pounded her, imagining her to be Kay.


As he curled away from Leanne, Jeff knew he could never treat her that way. Which meant he could never make love to her, with affection and heart. It was cruel.


As Leanne came up, kissing his chest and neck, Jeff got another shock when he tried to see her face. It was Kay. Her face. Not Leanne’s.


Jeff closed his eyes and lay there helpless. The bitch, he thought. This would be the last time he would indulge in the pleasures of flesh and hence, never see her again.


He was wrong. Again.
 

To be continued.

2 comments:

  1. Well done! I like your writing style.

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  2. Very well done, I'd love to know when the next part comes out.

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