Judith, Will and the bear skin rug

This story is about 75% fiction and 25% true experiences. I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which

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Let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. William L. Frost. I’m a 31 year old professor of ancient history at our state university. Between my salary, paid lectures and royalties from my scribblings my income exceeds $200,000. I own, free and clear I might add, a beautiful 5,000 square foot Colonial home situated on 5 acres overlooking the river. At my dock is tied up my 24’ Donzi El Pescador. This is a fishing boat built by the racing boat manufacturer, Donzi and powered by twin inboard Volvo V8 engines. My baby flies across the water.

I mention all of the above so you will understand I should be one of the happiest men in the world. But I’m not. You see I share my home with my two mutts. Well, to be honest they aren’t mutts. My housemates are coal black attack trained Giant Schnauzers, beautiful dogs but not ones to mess with. My property is bordered by a six foot chain link fence on three sides and a six foot broken glass topped ivy covered brick wall across the front. I value my privacy, my dogs insure it.

But back to my point; my mutts are my only constant companions. There is no woman to share my life. I’m lonely.

A little about myself; I’m 5’9” tall and weigh 204 pounds. I’m not even close to fat. I work heavy weights daily in my basement gym and although my Donzi is my baby I spend far more time in my kayak. It gives me a good work out, particularly when I’m paddling against the river’s current.

I both hunt and fish regularly, although as a student history I limit my hunting to antique weapons. I have a crossbow and an English longbow (with its 150 pound pull even I can’t completely draw it), a muzzle loading musket, numerous antique pistols and my favorite, a Kentucky long rifle from the 1700’s. By the way Kentucky rifle is a misnomer. The guns were actually produced in Pennsylvania. When I hunt this is my gun of choice. During bow season I cheat. I don’t use my antiques. I use a compound bow by Bear Archery. It’s a fine weapon and, more importantly, I can draw it.

I mention these things about myself so you won’t conclude that I’m the typical Ivory Tower academician. Although my hair is fair my complexion is dark from hours spent outdoors. Many people, particularly those of the female gender consider me to be ruggedly handsome. Many graduate assistants, female professors and other lovely ladies about town have found their way to my bed. You may notice I did not mention students. Underclassmen (women) are off limits. Unfortunately these ladies only share my bed not my life.

You see, I have my one love. I first saw her when I was only fifteen. He was seventeen and a year ahead of me in school. Her name is Judith, not Judy, Judith. She’s an expatriated Jamaican with a very light complexion. I call her coloring honey beige.

She spoke to me and I was awe struck. Her lilting island accent along with her stunning beauty struck me dumb. Instead of answering I just gawked. I’d met the girl of my dreams and I couldn’t say a word.

She just smiled, “Well nice talking to you,” and walked to her next class.

I plotted and planned how I could approach Judith but I was too late. It seems another seventeen year old had noticed her too and I was no competition.

He was the class idol. Tall at 6’2” and handsome as Adonis he was a three sport letterman and the starting quarterback on our championship football team. I was only a geeky kid compared to him. And yes, he was my brother Jackson.

As a complete aside, no parent should name their son Jackson when their last name is Frost. He went from Jack Frost to “the Ice Man.” But in Jack’s case maybe the name fit, he truly could be cold as ice. This stood him in good stead on the athletic fields but made him hard to like on a personal basis. I wasn’t too fond of Jack , just having him as a brother was bad enough but when he quashed my dreams about Judith I began to despise him. Irrational I know, she made her own decision but, at least to me she was pure as driven snow. She couldn’t be at fault. It was all on Jack.

Immediately after graduation from high school Jack joined the Army. He proposed marriage to my Judith and she accepted. They were married three days before he left for boot camp.

Judith continued to live with her parents. A buck private just didn’t make enough money to rent an apartment.

Occasionally I’d stop by her folk’s home and visit with her. I’ll tell you dear readers, it tore my heart out but I never let her know. I just listened as she told me of the “Ice Man’s” successes.

Jack was a great soldier and made E-6 in just three years. I was a great student and was awarded my B.A. in two.

Jack was selected for and completed OCS and eighteen months later was promoted to 1st lieutenant. I now had my Masters.

When Jack was home on leave I’d visit with him. All he could talk about was the Army and how successful he was. He never even once considered or acknowledged my academic success. With Judith standing at his side, I hated him even more.

After his leave was over Jack was deployed to Germany for advanced training. It was a one year tour and I know he could have taken Judith. He opted not to. She continued to live with her parents and I continued to be a frequent visitor. After three years of deep conversations I probably knew Judith better than anyone else in the world. She would talk about her secret wishes and dreams and as time went by she confided that she was having some reservations about her relationship with Jack. She couldn’t understand why he would go off to Germany and leave her with her parents. She wondered if he was a philanderer with a babe in every port. I knew Jack well enough to suspect she was correct but I said nothing. I just gave myself to her as a sounding board and a shoulder to cry on when she needed it.

At about this same time I was hired as an associate professor at the university while I simultaneously pursued my Ph.D. I was still living with my folks so my expenses were negligible and I had friends who were savvy investors. I was able to ear mark half my income for investments.

You didn’t really think I could afford all of the things I mentioned earlier on a professor’s salary, did you? Dream on, prestige yes, money no. I made my fortune in the market.

Two years later I had my Ph.D and a tenured professorship at the university.

Jack had just been promoted to Captain and was entitled to a ninety day leave before being deployed for a one year tour in Iraq.

Jack decided he and Judith needed a place of their own. He rented a small furnished house several miles out side of town. The nearest neighbor, if you discount cows, was a half a mile away. Judith hated it. They only had one car and if Jack was away she shared her life with loneliness and the odor of cow crap.

I should have mentioned this before. All my friends and acquaintances call me Will.

Well old Will continued his visits but he limited them to times he knew Jack would be at home. Jack could be a jealous bastard and Will wanted no confrontations but he could see the pain and sadness in Judith’s eyes. He wanted to hurt his brother but he simply bided his time.

Jack had fallen in love with another Captain; Captain Morgan. He spent hours in the bars arranging liaisons with ladies of the night and getting drunk. Nights he’d arrive home late totally incoherent from the alcohol, he’d just fall into bed and pass out, his sex drive already sated by the whores in town.

One evening, just a week prior to his deployment to Iraq Jack was such an obnoxious ass that even the bar girls avoided him.

Fuck them Jack thought, I’ve got me some pussy at home.

Jack managed to keep it on the road ‘til he got home. He tried to fit his key into the door lock but he couldn’t hit the key hole, in fact it looked like there were three slots.

Suddenly the door opened. Judith was standing there in her nightie.

“Jack I’m so glad you’re home safe. I was so worried.”

“Well, I made it. Now get into the bedroom and strip. I want some pussy and I want it now.”

“Jack honey why don’t you let me make some coffee and we can sit and talk for a little while?”

Judith was a bit scared. She’d never seen this side of Jack. But then again, how could she. He’d been deployed for most of their married life.

“Bitch if I’d wanted coffee I’d have stopped at the diner. I don’t want coffee, I want pussy. Now get the hell into the bedroom and get ready to get fucked.”

Judith wasn’t accustomed to being talked to like this. She stupidly said, “What, you couldn’t get one of your whores tonight so now you want me?”

Jack didn’t hesitate for ever a moment. He hit her with a shot to the kidney knocking her to the floor.

“Get the fuck in the bedroom now. I want you naked when I come in.”

Judith couldn’t believe what had just happened. She was in pain from the punch she’d received. Afraid to anger Jack further she went to the bedroom.

She sat on the bed crying. This was Jack, her love and her lover, how could he hurt her so?

Jack drunkenly reeled into the room several minutes later. He saw Judith sitting on the bed sobbing, still in her nightie.

Jack sat on the edge of the bed and screamed, “Get over here bitch. Get over here right now.”

Judith got up and walked to him. She faced Jack and asked, “Jack what do you want me to do. I want to help if I can.”

“Oh you’re going to help,” Jack growled as he grabbed her wrist and jerked her to him.

Releasing her hand Jack grasped her nightie top and ripped it from her body exposing her naked breasts. Reaching up Jack latched onto one of her tits and squeezed it hard, so hard that Judith dropped to her knees moaning from the pain.

“I told you to get ready to be fucked. Baby you ignored me. That’s not good.”

He lifted her to her feet, smiled menacingly at her and struck her in the other kidney. She collapsed.

Looking down at her Jack grinned and said, “Hey bitch I think you’re beginning to understand. If I tell you to do something you do it. Now get out of your bottoms, I want to see that pussy right now.”

Judith couldn’t take any more physical abuse. She stood and dropped her panties. As she did she thought how she’d dressed in her sexiest nightie for her husband. Now she was confronted by a monster.

Completely naked she stood in front of Jack wondering what he would do next.

It didn’t take long to find out. Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her over his lap.

Oh my God she thought, he’s going to beat me, and then he started spanking her remorslessly. She cried, wailed and moaned from the pain he was inflicting but he didn’t stop until she simply gave up. She just lay across his lap sobbing.

“Bitch now do you understand I’m the man, what I say goes. Now get ready to be fucked.”

Judith simply rolled over on her back and lifted her legs opening herself to his drunken thrustings. What choice did she have?

As Judith endured his assault she thought, only six more days, I can endure that. Silly girl.

Jack had taken immense pleasure in abusing Judith. He’d found the infliction of pain even more satisfying that the sex. Over the next six days he made Judith’s life a living hell.

He spanked her every night. She couldn’t respond to his sexual advances. She created no lubrication so he just forced himself painfully into her dry vagina.

The fourth day was the worst. After her spanking Jack simply rolled her over on the bed and banged into her. She was dry and he tore her. She could feel herself being ripped then she felt a searing pain.

She cried out, “Jack please stop, you’re tearing me open.”

Jack did stop.

She thought maybe he does have some feelings left for me. Then he threw her over onto her tummy. He grasped her hips and mounted her from behind. Judith couldn’t believe it could get any worse; and then it did.

Probing her unlubricated anus with his unlubricated cock he rammed himself into her.

Judith shrieked in agony, “No Jack not this; please no.”

Her pleading and cries were completely in vain. He plowed into her like a rutting beast, tearing her delicate tissue. As he rammed her harder and faster Judith’s shrieks subsided to agonized moans and finally to mournful sobs.

Finally filling her back passage with his cum he whispered, “Be ready tomorrow night when I get home. I damned sure liked your tight ass. It won’t be tight by the time I leave though. He then rolled over and fell asleep.

Judith just lay in bed sobbing into her pillow. She was in too much pain to move right away. She thought, I have to get away from him but he's marooned me out here in the boon docks. She could call Will for help but she didn’t want him involved. She’d just endure it for another two days; it couldn’t get any worse than tonight.

Judith was right. It didn’t get any worse. It was the same but now that she knew what to expect she could prepare. She pre-lubricated herself and wore a flimsy cheap night gown and no panties. At least she wouldn’t get her vagina and bottom ripped any further and if he tore off her clothes it was just a cheap gown from Wal-Mart.

The day before Jack was to leave Will called and invited them over for steaks.

He talked to Jack saying, “Come on over around six, we’ll down a few beers and burn some beef. You’re going to be in Iraq for a year and I want to send you off in style. I’m fixing some big filets.”

“That sounds great and Will and there’s something else I want to talk to you about but it will wait for tomorrow. See you at six.”

Judith was surprised that Jack had accepted. She’d thought he’d just want to make her miserable for another night.

They hadn’t seen Will during the week. He’d stayed away assuming they would want time together before Jack left.

When they arrived the next evening Will was aghast. Judith looked like she’d aged ten years in the last week. Will supposed she was just heart broken that Jack was leaving again.

Will grilled the steaks to perfection and served them with baked potatoes, asparagus a fresh garden salad and garlic bread. The beer flowed. Although Will was a light drinker he had four. Jack must have had ten. It was getting close to eleven and Will knew Jack had an early flight the next morning. He thought he’d better wrap it up.

“Jack lets have a night cap and talk about what was on your mind yesterday.”

Taking his beer Jack said, “Will, you’ve got this big house and it’s only you living here. What would you say to Judith staying here while I’m in Iraq? It would save me about $1500 a month and Judith would have someone to talk to?”

“Jack what does Judith think of this idea?”

“Doesn’t matter, she’ll do whatever I tell her is best.”

Will had to give the idea some thought. How comfortable could he be living under the same roof with the love of his life while she was married to his brother? His mind said no, his heart said yes. The heart won.

“Sure Jack, I wouldn’t mind some human company. My mutts are wonderful dogs but they’re damned poor conversationalists.”

“Judith, come out here,” Jack called.

Walking to the patio Judith asked, “Yes Jack?”

“While I’m in Iraq you’re going to be staying here with Jack. With the money I’ll be able to save I can put together the down payment on a house.”

“If that’s what you want then, of course I’ll stay here.”

“First thing in the morning I’ll call the landlord to let him know we’re leaving then you can take me to the airport. You’ll have to be out by the end of the month.

“Will I won’t be bringing much. We rented the place furnished. I’ll only have my clothes.

“If you can get them packed tonight I’ll pick them up tomorrow while you’re taking Jack to the airport.”

Jack said, “No Will no packing tonight, I’ve got other plans. She can pack tomorrow after she drops me off at the airport.” “Judith are you ready to go?”

“Just let me go to the bathroom and I’ll be ready.”

In the bathroom she quickly went through Will’s medicine cabinet. She was in luck; there was a tube of KY jelly. She lubricated both her vagina and anus.

The ride home was quiet and uncomfortable. Quiet because she didn’t feel like talking to Jack and uncomfortable because of the lubricant. She felt squishy in her bottom and her panties were getting gooey. She hoped Jack wouldn’t notice.

At home he followed her into the bedroom.

“Don’t bother with a night gown I want you nude.”

Watching Jack undress with fearful eyes she stripped and walked to the bed. Jack sat on the side of the bed and, taking her hand pulled her to him.

“Get over my lap Baby, you know the drill.”

“Please Jack, not tonight. Tonight please make love to me.”

“Baby we’re not going to make love, we’re going to fuck, just plain and simple fuck. Now get over my lap.”

Jack jerked her forward. She stumbled and fell over his legs.

Jack encircled her hips and pulled her into position saying, “Girl I’m lovin’ this. It’s a real turn on to fuck your ass while it’s still red and hot. I think I’ll do you there first tonight.”

With that Jack started her most severe spanking yet. “Just want to give you one you’ll remember for a year. Think of all the fun we’ll have when I get back.”

Judith had learned that pleading and begging did no good, he only spanked her harder, but she couldn’t ignore the pain. She just sobbed into the bedspread.

“Baby you look ready, if you were any redder your ass would be in flames. Get up on your knees and spread your legs.”

Slowly and painfully Judith pulled herself into position and buried her face in her pillow.

Jack wasted no time and certainly no affection. He directed his cock to her rose bud, grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him as he thrust forward burying himself completely.

“That’s not so bad is it? See I told you that I would loosen up your tight ass. You take me real easy now.”

Judith only moaned into the pillow as he rutted into her. Finally she felt him swell and fill her bowels with his cum.

When he pulled out he was still semi-rigid.

“Come over here,” he said as he again sat on the side of the bed.

She thought it was over, he’d gotten his climax. But that was not to be.

“Get down here and get me hard. Suck my cock ‘cause I still want that pussy.”

Judith nearly vomited at the thought of sucking him right after he’s sodomized her but she knew what the consequences would be if she refused. She fell to her knees and took him in her mouth.

In just a few minutes he was stiff again. He pulled her to her feet and forced her down to the bed on her back.

“Pull your knees way up. I want you real deep tonight.”

She pulled her legs up opening herself completely to him but it wasn’t enough to please Jack. Putting her legs over his shoulders he leaned forward until her knees were pressed to her breasts then he thrust into her. He rode her hard and fast, pounding viciously into her stretched cunt. Finally he gushed into her, rolled over and was immediately sound asleep.

Her final thought was, thank God this is the last time. He’s leaving tomorrow and I’ll divorce him while he’s gone. She fell into a restless night, never really getting to sleep, her mind awhirl about what had happened and what she needed to do.

The next morning, after dropping Jack off at the airport; and yes she did play the dutiful wife and kissing him good-by, she drove to Will’s.

Calling him from the gate, he let her enter.

Will greeted her in the driveway.

“Hi roommate, park over there and come on in, I’ll give you the nickel tour.”

Although she’d been to Will’s house several times she’d never been upstairs.

“There are five bedrooms here but I have two master suites, come on and I’ll show you yours.”

He showed her to her room. It was, as he’d said, a master bedroom suite with a spacious sleeping area and a gigantic walk-in closet. The bath was fantastic. It had a huge Jacuzzi tub with a separate shower. The fixtures were mauve; commode, sink and bidet. But the highlight of the room was its view overlooking his manicured and well landscaped lawn leading down to the river. It was breath taking.

“Will it’s beautiful, but if it’s inconvenient having me here I can stay with my parents.”

“Judith I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re staying right here.”

“Have you had breakfast yet,” Will asked.

“No, there wasn’t time before Jack’s flight.”

“Well come on, I was just getting ready to fix.”

Will brewed a pot of coffee from freshly ground Jamaican Blue Mountain beans. After the coffee was poured he fixed eggs Benedict, sliced garden fresh tomatoes and a big pitcher of Mimosas.

Gingerly sitting down to eat Judith asked, “Will, my God, do you always eat like this?”

“Only when the most beautiful woman in the world graces my table, usually it’s dry toast and black coffee. Gotta keep my figure you know.”

Judith blushed at the compliment, her honey beige skin tone turning to a dusty rose. She certainly didn’t feel beautiful, she still hurt all over.

After finishing breakfast they walked outside to the patio

Will asked, “Would you like to go down and look at the boat. Maybe we can take it out this afternoon after I pick up your things.”

“Not today Will. I’m a little tired; I just want to lie down this afternoon if that’s ok with you.”

“Anything that pleases you, after all, you’re the guest.”

“Will, stop thinking of me as a guest. We’re going to be together for a year. Think of me as a housemate. I want to do my share around here, ok?”

“Sure, let’s go back inside, I’ll show you the entertainment room and all the bells and whistles so you can operate the equipment.”

As Judith entered the house Will trailed her. She was walking almost painfully. She moved slowly, like an old woman. Will thought something’s wrong. He’d noticed her obvious pain when she sat down for breakfast and now her hunched aching walk. Her directed her to the entertainment room and seated her on the sofa.

Will said, “I need to talk to you but first would you like another cup of coffee or a Mimosa?”

“A Mimosa would be nice.”

Bringing a drink for each of them he handed Judith hers and sat on the opposite end of the couch.

“Judith you know I can be outspoken and blunt and I’m going to be just that now. Something’s the ...


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