Duane Daum

by Dee

  Duane Daum

  April Showers

  Consequences Book I

  A novel of lust and debauchery

  By Dee Dawning

  15,750 words

  Chapter 1

  “April?”

  I gasped. My stomach lurched. It’s a question. I dare not turn and look. I pushed my cart faster.

  “April, hold up.” Quickly, I turned a corner.

  “April? It is April, isn’t it?”

  I couldn’t seem to get away from that deep masculine voice that hounded me.

  “I never forget a face.” He chuckled. “Or a body for that matter.”

  I started to turn to see who taunted me, but caught myself. Instead, I jogged with the cart full of groceries toward the restrooms. Leaving the cart outside, I ran in the ladies room. In an all out panic, my breathing grew so hard I started getting dizzy from hyperventilating. I opened my handbag on the counter and retrieved my cell phone. I fumbled it, but, thank God, it fell back in the purse. Recovering it, I hit #4 on the speed dial, grabbed my purse, retreated to a stall and waited.

  “Hello.”

  I closed my eyes. “Cindy, thank God…you’re there. I’m so scared.”

  “Calm down Helen. Where are you? What’s the matter?”

  “I’m at AJ’s picking up some things. Cindy…someone called me April.”

  After a few seconds I asked, “Did you hear me? Somebody called me April.”

  “I heard you. Let me think…what did he look like?”

  I started to whine. “I don’t know, if I would’ve turned around he would have known it was me.” Suddenly, I was angry. I was enraged. I snarled into the phone, “You! You said this would never happen—could never happen. It was your fucking idea and now…” I started whining all over. “Cin, what am I going to do?”

  “Okay, calm down. It’s just a bad break. Most likely, it’s some winter visitor trying to get out of the snow back East. Probably, the same as seven years ago in Vegas.”

  “Yes, but what am I supposed to do?”

  “Where are you now? Did you leave the store?”

  “No, I ran into the restroom.”

  “Okay. He’s probably gone by now, but just in case, I’ll come there with a change of clothes and a wig. Do you have sunglasses?”

  “Yes.”

  Good, wait for me and I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

  She hung up without saying goodbye. I glanced at my Cartier. 2:22 p.m. The door opened as I sat there and I heard someone enter the stall next to me. At 2:26 she flushed the toilet and went to a lavatory, washed her hands and left. I was having trouble catching my breath and my hiatal hernia was so bad I thought I’d have a heart attack. My mouth seemed to lack saliva. Water. I need water. I left the stall and turned on the faucet at a lavatory. I bent down and scooped water into my mouth. It wasn’t the expensive bottled water I was used to, but no water ever tasted better to me.

  I can’t stand being cooped up like this. I have to get out of here. I opened the door a few inches and looked around. An elderly couple, and two younger women was all I saw. I opened the door enough to stick my head through.

  Nothing looked suspicious and my cart was still there. I decided to make a run for it. I slipped on my Ray Ban’s, grabbed my cart and headed to the checkout stands. Someone was just finishing up in one so I headed there. My cart banged into another as someone tried to beat me there.

  “I was here first,” The corpulent lady said indignantly.

  “I retorted, nastily, “Lady, you’re in the wrong store. Weight Watchers is around the corner.” Obviously, the stress was getting to me.

  “Well, I never.” She stuck her chin up haughtily and headed to another isle, even though, I would have been done sooner.

  “Do you have a super saver card?”

  “Yes it’s on my keychain—here.”

  She scanned the card then scanned the groceries. “That’ll be forty-eight, sixty-five”

  “Paper or plastic?” The elderly bagger asked.

  “Either. Just hurry up.” I slid my debit card through the slot, punched in my code and declined money back.

  Suddenly, a tall man in a cowboy hat started unloading groceries on the treadmill. When he smiled at me, my throat started to constrict and my heart skipped a beat.

  The cashier handed me the receipt. “You saved seven dollars and thirty cents, Mrs. Ryan.”

  The bagger asked, “Would you like help out to your car ma’am?”

  “No, thanks.”

  Nervous, I dared a look at the man, again and he dipped his head. “Y’all have a nice day ma’am,” he said as his fingers tipped the bill of his cowboy hat.

  The voice was different—deep melodic. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked around the store. No one watched me. A sigh of relief involuntarily escaped my mouth. I headed out the automatic doors into the blistering summer heat of Scottsdale.

  After rushing to my car, I shoved the groceries in the trunk. Slipping behind the wheel, I turned the key. The engine started and I pulled my phone out of my purse. I called Cindy while I waited for the air conditioning to take hold.

  * * * *

  “Hi Randy,” the cashier said, “Did you come to relieve me while I go to lunch?”

  “No. Beth’s scheduled to relieve you. That woman that was just here. I think I went to school with her. What’s her name?”

  “Ryan. Helen Ryan.”

  “Hmmm. That name doesn’t ring a bell. Must be her married name. Did she pay cash?”

  “No. She used her debit card.”

  “Okay, Thanks, Sally.”

  Randy went into the manager’s office and locked the door. After about twenty minutes, he came out of the office and headed straight for Beth, the assistant manager. “I’m going to lunch Beth. I have a dental appointment afterwards so I may not be back.”

  Beth giggled. “Have fun at the dentist’s office and don’t worry, I’ll cover for you.”

  “Thanks Beth. I knew I could count on you.”

  She gazed at him starry eyed. “You know I’d do anything for you, Randy.”

  * * * *

  “Hi Cindy, I’m glad I caught you. I got out. I’m in my car, ready to head home.

  “Oh, that’s super. I just pulled into the parking lot. Why don’t we get something cool and grab a bite at Einstein’s Bagels?”

  “Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

  Cindy was ordering when I got there. When she finished, I ordered tuna salad on an onion bagel and herbal iced tea, then joined her at a hi-table until number 69 was paged. I shook my head at the oddity of getting that number.

  Cindy took a sip of her iced tea. “So you never saw the guy who kept calling your name.”

  That irritated me. “My effing name is Helen. He was calling me April.”

  She waved her hand as if it was nothing. “Well that’s the name he knows you by.”

  “I know that. I’m not—”

  A call rang out from the counter. “68 & 69.”

  Cindy pushed her stool back. “I’ll get them.”

  An hour later, I pulled into the garage and popped the trunk as the eighteen-foot door slid down the tracks. I grabbed all four bags, looping two of them through my arms. I opened the door, ran into kitchen, and set the bags down so I could concentrate on deactivating the alarm. Except, the alarm was quiet. I hurried to the touchpad. It wasn’t activated.—As I started to turn around, I was shoved, face first, against the wall while a strong hand painfully ratcheted my right arm up behind my back.

  My body shuddered and my heart beat a mile a minute. When he spoke in the baritone voice he’d used at the store, I knew. My AJ’s stalker was in my house. “Hello April. Don’t worry.” He said in the mock cheery voice of someone that had put on
e over on somebody. “I deactivated the alarm. And the video surveillance.”

  Questions ran through my mind. Did he follow me? No he was here and waiting. What does he want—money—sex? “What do you want? This is breaking and entering.”

  He laughed sardonically, “Yes it is, and a very nice place it is. What’s it worth? Five million?”

  My nose was killing me where he’d pushed it into the wall. My voice cracked and I started to whimper. “If it’s money you want, I only have a couple hundred dollars. I have jewelry too. Just don’t hurt me…please.”

  “You’re funny. If I was here to steal something, I could find plenty to steal beside a couple measly hundred and jewelry in a pad like this. The car I saw you pull in the garage is worth a hundred thousand alone. No. I want to bury my cock in that sweet, soft, welcoming pussy of yours…April!”

  My heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes. I knew it, I just knew it. “That was seven years ago. I’m married now.”

  “Yes, I know, for three years to Dr. Herbert Ryan, heart surgeon extraordinaire. What is he twenty-five years older than you? Are you his new trophy wife? Did he run mama off to play house with you? Can’t blame him. It was lust at first sight when I first saw you playing baccarat in the Bellagio in Sin City. And sin you did. You were sinning there weren’t you…April? I mean Mrs. Helen Ryan.” When I didn’t respond his hand went to my chin and his fingers pressed my cheeks into my teeth. He turned my compressed mouth toward him and kissed me with such force he cut my lower lip. I was shivering with fear and then his free hand ripped my blouse off. Since I hadn’t worn a bra, the seventy degree temperature my overweight husband insisted on keeping the air conditioning, instantly pebbled my areolas and caused my nipples to jut out.

  He turned me slightly to the left so only the right side of my body was pinned against the wall. His left hand wrapped around my hip and unzipped my short cutoffs. I felt chills as he whispered breathily in my ear. “Is that sweet, sweet pussy of yours still bald? Push your shorts down so I can tell.”

  While I decided whether to comply, he jerked my arm up even harder, causing me to yelp in pain. His body pushed hard against me, crushing me even harder into the wall. Then I felt it. Bare skin from the head of his rigid cock pressed against the small of my back. Oh. My God. His cock is out.

  “I said…push your fucking shorts down…and your panties.” His impatience was obvious. He no longer whispered and spittle flew onto my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. I have big plans for you. I just want to fuck you. Is that all right?”

  I couldn’t collect my thoughts or catch my breath enough to answer so with shaking hands I pushed my shorts and panties down as much as his hold would allow and nodded exaggeratedly.

  He lowered my arm slightly. “Thank you. See, it’ll go much easier for you when you follow my instructions. You may even enjoy it.” His hand traveled to my breast and talented fingers teased my nipple in various erogenic manners. I knew I was a sexual person, but it surprised me when despite my fright it felt good. Then he turned me even more and he lowered his mouth to it. The fact that he had sandy blond hair did not escape me, but it was almost lost in the thrill I felt from his wet silky tongue on my hard nipple.

  “That’s more like it,” he said with my nub in his mouth. I sighed from his handiwork.

  With his hand free, it languorously circled around my waist on a sensual journey to my nether region. I knew the minute those gifted digits touched my clit, I was as good as laid. I inhaled for what seemed like a minute as his hand made its way there. When he took my swollen clit between his fingers, tendrils of pure need raced through me and the walls of my pussy started to perspire their juices.

  I suddenly realized my arousal had eclipsed my fear. In a sultry voice I asked, “Tell me what you want?”

  He chuckled. “Getting to you, huh? I remember you were a hot one. Are you ready to get fucked now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “Fuck me, please.”

  “Fuck me, please, Randy,” he instructed.

  “Fuck me, please, Randy.”

  His hand left my hot button and ascended to the top of my head. As he backed away, he pushed down on the top of my head. “All right I’ll fuck you Helen but first you have to suck my cock. Is that okay?”

  As he forced me down turning me, he transferred hands so his left hand now held my arm in the hammerlock. I was now down on my knees staring at his arrogant ten-inch wonder. If that had been in me, I would’ve remembered.

  Anticipating what he wanted me to say, I said, “fuck me, Randy, but first, please let me suck on that big dick of yours.” I looked up and studied Randy, if that was his name.

  “Good idea. Do you swallow?”

  As I had noted, he had sandy blond hair. He also had blue eyes, was lean, obviously well hung and moderately good looking. All things I look for in a sexual partner, but I couldn’t say I recognized him from Vegas. “For you I do.”

  My mouth barely fit around his shaft, but that didn’t stop him from treating it like a pussy, fucking my mouth and throat while his right hand held my head in place. He seemed tireless and as his cock plundered my mouth, my mind drifted back seven years to our dorm room.

  * * * *

  “That’s a crazy idea Cindy.”

  “Is it, Helen? For the last two years we’ve gone to Havasu and left our morality at home. If we’re going to become hedonists, why not make some money, too. How many guys did you screw last year at Havasu, Tina?”

  Tina turned red. “Fifteen, but I wouldn’t count all of them. Some of them were like little teases.”

  “Okay, without the little teases, how many strange cocks were in your pussy?”

  Tina looked at the floor and could barely be heard, “Eleven.”

  I shook my head as I was trying to absorb what I’d heard. “Eleven. You must be a nympho.”

  “I just get randy in an atmosphere like that.”

  Cindy laughed. “Yeah I heard you had a few long necks up your cunt, too.”

  Tina stood legs parted and placed her fists on her hips. “Don’t forget tongues and fingers. Yours among them Cynthia. If you’re going to make fun of me, I’m leaving.”

  As my jaw dropped, my eyes widened. I had no idea. “You and Tina.”

  “We were experimenting, weren’t we Tina?”

  “I guess. I actually, kinda liked it.”

  “Me too. I’d do it again. Would you like me to dine on you, Helen?”

  Ewww. “We’re getting off the subject aren’t we?”

  “We are. How many guys did you sleep with?”

  “Six.”

  “Okay, not counting Tina, who isn’t even close to a guy, I slept with nine. Let me ask you, Helen, if you were getting five hundred per lay and a thousand for overnight, do you think you would have slept with more?”

  The numbers she threw around began to catch my interest.

  * * * *

  I coughed, choked, sputtered and gagged as wads of thick white testosterone shot into my mouth and seeped down my throat. When he pulled his cock out, I said. “What are you doing? I’m not an effing mannequin.”

  “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” He let go of the hammerlock on my arm and helped me up. As I rubbed my arm, he snapped a fur-lined cuff on my wrist. My gaze must have been questioning, because he said, “It’s just for atmosphere.”

  Holding the other end of the cuff, he led me to the master bedroom. “Lie down.”

  When I reclined on my California King sized bed, he snapped the cuff around the left post. Then he came around the bed and snapped a matching cuff around the right post. He pulled my sandals off and dragged my shorts and panties, which had remained about halfway around my thighs, down and over my feet.

  Naked as the day I was born, I fully expected him to climb on the bed and start pumping away with his majestic sized cock. Instead, he spread my legs and lay prone, his head inches from my core. His hands rested on the skin beside my
hollow and his thumbs splayed my moist folds. I could see his face hovering over my mound. His smoldering gaze worked its way up my curves, his intense stare seared my flesh. When his forceful gaze met mine, the corners of his lips curved upward into a devilish smile. “You are magnificent. We’re going to do real well.”

  I started to ask what he meant when his tongue languidly licked my sex, from anus to clit sending shudders of desire coursing to every outpost on my body. I wanted to grab his beautiful head, but of course, my hands were secured. He stared at me and flashed that impish smile. “Did you like that?”

  I nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “Would you like to come like that?”

  Anticipation was killing me. I, who had been so panicked this man was going to rape me, now wanted his silky tongue buried deep into my boiling snatch…and more. “I would love it.”

  To my relief, he returned to my sex, his luscious mouth dipping into the vale between my warm, humid folds and smooth wet tongue glided into my overheated pussy. I gasped from the erotic sensations spreading through my body as his tongue reamed the soft, wet walls of my aching pussy, lapping up the lubricous liquid. “I love your crème, I’m going to suck all of it from you.” Awash in pussy juices, his mouth made a slurping sound as his tongue licked my deep recess. “Now, I’m going to suck on your cute little love button. Oh my, it’s grown.” He sniggered. I sucked a deep breath as his mouth and tongue edged up to my clit while his fingers slid into my slick recess. Thrusting the longest into my wet, summery heat, the muscles fluttered and clutched. I felt the achy sweetness spread.

  Trembling, my back arched, pressing my sensitive, swollen nub hard into his lips as he sucked on it. Blissful sensations slammed through me. Unsuccessfully pulling on the restraints while his lips surrounded and sucked on my clit, my head and body rocked back and forth as if saying no while my mouth yelled, “Ah, yes, Ah, oh, yes, yes, oh, yes!”

  Encircling my thighs with his arms, his right hand edged along my hairless pubis to my clit, massaging and tapping it with his middle finger while his left hand slid across my slightly rounded abdomen and ribs to close in on my breasts. Alternating between them, he caressed my hard, distended nipples, massaging, plunking, and pinching them as his tongue slipped down to and reamed the walls of my pussy. I sensed a compelling feeling between my thighs, an obscure sensation slowly building in intensity that preceded the impending eruption. To my utter joy, the mother of all orgasms came upon me.