The man who tumbled naked from the super-sized bed was named Lew Bugger. He was a man with his own brand of lust for life. Action was the name of his game, a lot of different kinds of action. Young girls were his meat, but they aroused him best when he had to take them by force.
Rape was another aspect of Lew's game. He liked the sound of piercing screams, the vigor of writhing muscles in his powerful hands, and the feel of soft buttocks against his loins. He liked the tightness of a female ass-hole sheathing his huge cock.
He was up now, scratching himself, then heading for a chilling shower. Lew Bugger had fucked a lot of girls in their asses, and not all of them had hated him for it. By no means. Most of them came back for seconds. He'd ass-raped a lot of teenaged cuties in his time, but always he'd gotten away with it. That's why his intimates called him the Bugger Man.
The twenty-two-year-old stud surveyed his naked reflection in the full-length mirror. He was fresh from the shower now and drops of water still glistened on the blonde curls that ran from his massive chest to his huge cock.
Lew stood six feet five and weighed 240 pounds. He'd seen a few bigger men than he, but they weren't able to brag about their cocks the way he could. Not many had Lew's sausage between their legs. He proudly thrust his long cock forward, automatically gripping and massaging the massive tool.
It responded immediately, and began to grow, until its thickness was all that he could manage to surround with his hand. Lew turned this way and that, admiring his sleek, virile form.
"Not a bit of flab, you big stud," he laughed. For a moment, thoughts of his orgy with Jake's girls filled his mind. Just thinking about the acts he had witnessed and taken part in with Betty and Carla caused his dick to rise. As he gazed in the mirror, he spread his legs, working his fist with more vigor.
He could feel the familiar tingling in his balls, and he knew orgasm was near. His broken nose twitched in the mirror. His lips slackened. Saliva trickled from the corners of his grinning mouth as steady jets of cream spewed against the mirror. For several moments, he rested his shoulders against the wall. Then, chuckling, he turned and stepped back into the shower.
As the cold spray doused his chest, Lew's chuckle turned into laughter, loud and deep. He was happy. He was young and rich and with a side-kick like Jake, who needed more. He was free to fuck any girl in the world he wanted. What more could any man, endowed like himself want? Stepping once more from the shower he dried himself briskly and tossed the towel to the floor.
The maid would take care of it later. Then, content with life, he sauntered from his bath, across the luxurious thick carpet and dropped lazily onto his unique, circular bed. It had really been quite a night, considering the little extra, he'd just treated himself to in the bathroom. And the soft firmness of the mattress beneath him felt good.
He rested a moment, then pressed a button on the small panel at the head of his bed. Instantly, the soft voice came through the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Bugger," the girl cooed.
"You the new chick?" he asked harshly.
"Yes sir."
"Then you've been informed of your duties. I'm going out at noon. I'll expect you to wake me in time. Without waiting for the affirmative reply which he knew was being spoken, he shifted about until he was completely comfortable and was asleep in minutes. Lew Bugger slept soundly, confident of the loyalty and obedience of his staff.
Each of them had been trained by Jake before being accepted into his house. And afterwards, they were all so content, they wouldn't dream of wanting to leave. Of course, they didn't realize that it was all part of his plan.
They all believed they were on his staff because they enjoyed their work and the excellent salary. Mike was the only employee who hadn't been trained. He didn't have to be. He was Lew's devoted friend and servant. Several years before, Lew had bailed him out of jail. Besides, he was more or less second in charge of the-Bugger house and thoroughly enjoyed his status.
Mike wouldn't trade his position for any amount of money. Everything he could possibly desire in life was available to him, and his for the taking. As Lew slept on, he dreamed vividly. Betty and Carla were two gals that he and Jake had broken in, and they awaited his every visit with eagerness. Their breaking-in session was the dream he dreamed most often. The two girls were dykes.
Lew and Jake had been sitting in a bar just looking for someone to practice on in their new territory. And, when the dyke lovers had drunkenly left the bar, they followed them out. Because they were drunk, the two lesbians lowered themselves to converse with the men, explaining that they were only passing time.
They didn't dig men. In their relaxed state it took only moments for Jake to work his magic on them. And within half an hour, he had driven them to Lew's big estate. Lew chuckled in his sleep, as he pictured the two dykes naked, one's ass-hole sheathing his huge cock while the other was held over his face.
In only seconds he found both screaming victims to be virgins. Lew ate Carta's cunt madly, while he ass-fucked Betty with vim and vigor.
Then, he had his dog Savage work his dong into Betty's ass. Jake became so excited that he threw Carla on her belly and fucked her ass in about fifty thrusts, erupting violently. When both men had finished, they forced the girls into sixty-nine positions, placing dildoes in their hands.
When the unsuspecting dykes came to, they were sucking each other's cunts and fucking each other's asses with dildoes. It was several weeks before either girl became aware that they were anything besides lovers to each other. They had become ass-hole-slaves to Lew Bugger.
The dream seemed to be fading, and a familiar tingling started in his groin. It was the greatest feeling in the world to him. Somehow, even in his sleep, he knew his cock was growing by means other than his own desires. Lew's door had opened silently, and a dainty hand had flicked a switch on the wall just inside the door.
Slowly, the light over his bed began to shine with a soft glow. The naked young girl crossed the otherwise darkened room, and removed the covers from Lew's relaxed, spread-eagled body. She knelt carefully between his spread legs, admiring the beautiful perfection of his body, and completely disinterested in his broken-nosed face. Her only thought was to do what she felt was his greatest desire. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, then bent forward.
In a vacuuming vortex, somewhat like an upside down whirlpool, Lew rose to the surface from his deep sleep. And, as he slowly opened his eyes, he gazed upward at the delightful reflection awaiting him in his overhead mirror. For several seconds, his glance rested on the cloud of black hair that caressingly covered his entire groin and lower belly.
Then it traveled slowly up the gracefully arched back of the young beauty to rest on the twin, rosy globes that were swinging back and forth. It told Lew as no words could that she was enjoying her task. The throbbing in his bloated, seeping knob thrilled him.
But after glancing quickly at the clock, he knew he had to slow her down for another minute. "Not so fast, Sue," he murmured softly, sinking his fingers into her cloud of bouncing hair. Gripping tightly, he set a gentle pace, while her little fists gripped his massive staff below her eager mouth. "That's it, baby. Fuck it with your hands, slowly. Just suck easy on the head. Your mouth feels glorious," he whispered huskily, encouraging the kneeling girl, as he acknowledged the tall form silently entering the room to approach her from behind. "Right on time, Mike," he thought, as he watched the huge hands tenderly caress the pale, up-thrust buttocks.
Sue seemed confused. She didn't think this new feeling was part of what she was wanting to do. However, when Lew held her head in place she figured it must be all right. "You're doing just fine, baby," he said, when the girl had first tried to raise her head.
His grip tightened a little. "I just don't like to come alone, so we're going to come together, honey. And old Mike here, is just going to help you along a bit. Just relax, baby, and keep sucking," he instructed. His eyes returned to the mirror. In fascination he watched Mike's hands spread the quivering cheeks apart, exposing the puckered ass-hole to their eyes. It was a beautiful sight; one that never failed to excite Lew.
His cock jumped, as he watched Mike's thick meat being slowly fed into the anus. He knew exactly when the cock had fully penetrated the rectum because he felt her moan against his bloated tender knob.
"Let's go, Mike," he said, holding the girl's head. He thrust steadily with his hips, matching Mike thrust for thrust. Gradually, both men attained a frantic pace. Wisely, the girl kept her clenched fists in place on Lew's cock. She would have been in serious trouble otherwise. She would never have survived having his huge cock rape the depths of her throat. And that's exactly what would have happened, because Lew was fast losing his self-control.
The only thought in his mind was to fill her belly with cream. "Now, Mike now!" he cried, holding the girl's face in his fierce grip.
He could feel her convulsing throat muscles milking, attempting to swallow the deluge that was jetting against her tonsils. It was as the glassiness finally left Lew's eyes, that he began to see clearly once more. And with great tenderness, he caressed the girl's head, watching as Mike released his iron grip from around her hips and thighs.
Then, at a motion from him, Mike lifted the girl into his arms and carried her toward the door. "She's been excellent, Mike. Give her anything she wants. She deserves it."
Lew spoke to his servant's back, and Mike nodded in agreement as he carried her into the hall.
"Mr. Bugger says you've been a good girl," Mike said. "Now I give you a nice bath, and then, after he go out we eat a little bit in the kitchen. You and old Mike will get along just fine," he added, as he entered the bathroom off her bedroom. It contained a sunken tub. All the bathrooms in Lew's house contained sunken marble tubs. Within minutes, it was filled and the two servants were splashing gaily, thoroughly enjoying each other.
In his room, Lew chuckled. He knew just what was going on. It was a privilege he allowed Mike, for he was a true friend and faithful servant. And as he stepped into his own shower again, he figured that tonight ought to be a real good one, what with the delightful way it had already started.
As he dressed, he ate sparingly from the tray that had been placed in his room. Because of Lew's sex life, noon was midnight and midnight was noon. The arrangement suited everyone. At twelve, Lew left the house dressed casually, but tastefully and expensively.
He could afford the very best, and therefore, enjoyed the very best, including a new car every six months. Unhurriedly, he aimed his latest Rolls down the highway toward Jake's. There was a new girl for him to break in tonight, and although he was looking forward to it, he was in no hurry.
He knew that Jake always had everything under control and ready for whenever he arrived. As he nosed his car into his own parking shelter, he began to whistle a tune. Then he approached his private entrance, and inserted his key. If Lew had known what was to happen at his own home shortly, he might have turned around and returned.
However, since he did not know he proceeded in to what was a certainty. Lew was halfway up the spiral staircase, when he met Jake coming down. "Everything all set?" he asked, expecting the same old answer.
"Not exactly. I've given the girl a physical, but she's strong-willed, and fighting me. I'll get her under, but we may have to spend a little more time with her, if she's to be ready for the weekend." Jake went up the stairs with Lew. Together, they entered a small room, one wall of which was one-way mirror, the kind you can see through. They stood for a moment looking into the bedroom, noting the young girl sitting stiffly on the side of her bed. "You'd better stay in here and just watch, until I get her into the right frame of mind. When I motion to you, come ahead in," Jake said, and he left his friend to enter the room and approach the girl.
"You're not in bed yet, young lady," Jake said.
"I still don't understand what's wrong with me, or why I'm here, or what I need treatment for," the girl cried.
"You just leave everything to me. Don't you remember when your Daddy brought you here this afternoon? He said you were run down and emotionally upset. You need a rest and proper building up. Well, my dear, that's my job, to see that you get the proper rest and care. Now, if you won't relax and let me do my job, how are we going to get you up and feeling fit?"
The young, dark-haired girl sat stiffly, clad in a nightgown and tightly clutched bathrobe. She still balked at the idea of getting into bed, and perhaps having to take a sedative, if that's what he had in mind.
The girl hardly knew her father. She had just arrived to spend a few weeks with him while her mother flew to Vegas to get the divorce made final. She hadn't seen him in years.
She felt well, and didn't think that her nerves were upset especially. But her father seemed to think that she wasn't looking up to par, and Jake seemed to agree. She didn't like being here, but thought that maybe they were right, and she just didn't recognize the condition she was in. She supposed she'd have to give into their wishes and take her treatment, whatever it was. Jake was some kind of faith healer.
"How old are you?" the seemingly nice man asked, while twiddling what looked like a good-luck charm.
"I'm eighteen," she answered, wondering why he was moving it in and out of his fingers that way. Her name was Wendy.
CHAPTER TWO
Terror filled the young girl's eyes as she switched her glance from the likable Jake to the leering giant Lew. He let out a diabolical chuckle.
"You'd like to go home with your Daddy?" Jake asked. "Wouldn't you? Then close your eyes, and try to sleep, won't you?" he asked in the same quiet tone. "You'll really enjoy your night's sleep and you'll dream lovely dreams, and you'll-" On and on the quiet voice droned.
"You're feeling quite rested now, aren't you, Wendy?" the voice inquired with authority.
"Yes," came the reply.
"You will listen very carefully and remember my every instruction," the voice commanded. "Yes," she replied.
"First, you will do exactly as I say, giving yourself to me totally," Jake's confident voice continues to drone, until he had told her all that was required of her. "Now, when I close the door, you will awaken and do as you've been told, and when my dog leaves, you will return to bed and sleep peacefully until morning. You will only remember a good night's sleep and a beautiful dream of love," he said with a note of finality. "Yes."
Slowly, with a smile of satisfaction on his face, Jake motioned for his friend to come closer, explaining to him to leave the door open.
"You heard everything clearly, Lew?" he asked quietly.
"That's a hell of a lot to remember, Jake, especially for a girl that's never done any of it before. You sure she's a virgin?" he asked, his mouth almost drooling just from listening to the instructions the "doctor" gave the girl.
"Now, Lew, you know they never remember anything. Once I've got them under they do everything. And I can assure you, she's under. You should also remember that I said I gave her a physical. I am a doctor, you know. I can still tell a virgin when I feel one. Just make it good for me, my friend. When I'm ready, I'll rejoin you," he added, and stepped out of the room to close the door with a definite click.
As Lew took his seat in the specially-made contour chair, he began to think back to when he and Jake had become partners.
It was in a bar in Skid Row, and Lew had had to nearly hold up the older man. Jake had had quite too much to drink. He was about to set the fello in a booth and go his own way, when the words the man was muttering caught his ear.
"I can hypnotize them but I can't ball them," was the thing that decided Lew to take the man home with him. When Jake was rested and sober and generously fed. Lew would get to the bottom of that statement. By late the next afternoon, Lew had the entire story.
Jake had been a con-man for years. He was no longer capable of getting a hard-on. It seems he'd been hypnotizing young females and partaking of their goodies while they were lying on their backs in a stupor. It made easy access for him to their exposed cunts and asses. However, too much of a good thing did him in.
For some reason, the sight of such delicious goodies no longer worked for him. He became so frightened by his impotence that he gave up his work. He had to, really, because he was drowning himself in alcohol.
By the time his story was completely told. Lew and Jake understood one another and became friends. Lew then made several suggestions with the intention of helping his new friend.
He asked if watching someone else fuck might turn him on. Or did he think that trying something kooky would do the trick?
Jake didn't know if anything would work, but with the aid of his new friend and partner, he was willing to try anything.
From then on, Lew supplied the girls, and Jake would hypnotize them. They began to experiment. At first, Jake just watched as Lew took them in lewd and erotic positions, sometimes using sexual paraphernalia like dildoes, or anything he could think up. He knew that the girls would feel no pain, and would remember nothing of the experience. But nothing worked for Jake.
It was quite by accident that they found the added attraction that brought Jake his first erection in months.
Lew had just screwed a young blonde in the cunt, while she knelt on a low coffee table. Then, lying on his back on the floor, he instructed the girl to face his feet, and stoop down until her ass connected with his pole.
Allowing her to do all the work, she had soon impaled her tight ass onto his rigid pole. Her legs were spread, for she was straddling his legs, and Jake could see right into her cunt as she fucked Lew's pole with her anus.
Somehow, the door to their room wasn't closed tightly, and Savage, Lew's Doberman pincher, came padding softly into the room. As he was partial to the smell of female ass-hole he immediately approached the girl's spread cheeks and began to sniff and lap with his raspy tongue.
Jake was startled, and then exalted. His cock had jumped to rigid attention. Quickly he grabbed a pillow and asked Lew to raise his hips so that he could slide it under him.
He then encouraged Savage to mount the girl, by having Lew pull her shoulders back slightly to give the dog room. Lew switched from ass-hole to cunt. Eagerly, Savage's prong slid from its furry casing, and in seconds, he'd filled the girl's tight ass-hole and was pistoning wildly. Lew exploded inside the cunt with fiery blasts because of the wild frictioning action against his tightly sheathed cock.
And Jake shot his load joyfully into the air. It was a wild afternoon, and one of the most unusual that Lew had ever participated in. After it was over, he and Jake put their heads together and came up with a brilliant idea.
Within a month, with the aid of Jake's hypnotic powers, Lew's giant pole, and Savage's fondness for human coupling, they had ass-raped nearly twenty society ladies. After threatening to publicize the lewd pictures that they had taken, they cleaned up in blackmail money. They made a fortune in a few short weeks.
Then they left the state. Because every major city has perverts like Wendy's father, men willing to pay for their services, they became extremely rich, and began living the life of kings. Lew bought his mansion.
His reminiscing was sweetly interrupted, as Wendy asked him, ever so nicely, if he could please rise up, for she was having difficulty with the rest of his clothes.
Swiftly, Lew's mind came back to the present. He willingly complied. Little Wendy was bending over him, beautifully naked, and fast making him naked.
For the next half hour, she kissed and licked and caressed every single inch of his body, not stopping until she was satisfied that she hadn't missed a single spot.
If she could have done so, she would have swallowed his giant cock, but because of its great size, she could only get half of it in her mouth.
Lew enjoyed her ministrations, but his cock was bloated and aching, and his knob was blood red. He had an extreme amount of self control, but he also knew his limitations. And he was nearing the limit of foreplay that he could stand. He had to fuck and fuck soon.
Wordlessly, he got his message across to Wendy, who then made him comfortable on the great cushion, raised about ten inches high from the floor to its surface. She then straddled him and lewdly undulated her pussy at him, flaunting her little cunt lips which she was teasing and stretching open with her own fingers. Then she stopped and touched her narrow slit against the surface of Lew's oozing, satin knob.
It was too much for Lew. He just couldn't wait for the girl to slowly finish the instructions given to her. With great strength in his huge hands he gripped her by the hips and pulled her down onto his cock while thrusting upward with his hips.
Wendy didn't scream, but smiled sweetly. She felt no pain, only the extreme pleasure she had previously been instructed she would feel.
With wild abandon, she once more took over, and began fucking up and down and grinding around and around. She allowed her extremely narrow vagina to give Lew's cock the most pleasurable fuck he had had in quite a while. Even the pain in his cock was ecstasy to him.
Then, as Savage padded into the room through his own entrance, Jake also entered the room. He waited patiently as Savage's tongue worked up and down from Wendy's filled cunt to her ass-hole. Then, when his cock was rigid, he thrust the dog aside, and plunged his cock into Wendy's ass
As he had been trained, Savage sat and waited patiently, knowing that his turn would come.
Lew's come pounded from his cock. It pierced the womb of the young girl that he rode. He could feel Jake's cock going off at the same time. However, even though his own cock began to soften, he held fast to the girl, crushing her against his chest. For no sooner had Jake removed his prick from Wendy's ass than Savage mounted her and re-filled the void.
By the time the dog got his pistoning action under way, Lew's cock was hard again. He lay motionless, allowing his pet to do all the work, and within five minutes he was shooting another load after the first into her womb.
Because both men had drunk a potent shot of special liquid, they knew they were good for at least another hour with the girl. And when the note was discreetly slipped beneath the door both men ignored it. They had a great deal of pleasure finishing off.
As previously instructed, Wendy sat on the edge of her bed with her legs spread wide. She lay back and relaxed as Savage stood between her legs and licked her clean, also rebuilding a fire in her cunt with every lap against her clitoris. When Savage had aroused her to the point of climax, he once more was ordered to sit.
Wendy then staggered to the great cushion on the floor where she stretched out on her back. Jake placed the thick pillow beneath her ass, raising her cunt. He then knelt over her face, allowing her to suck his cock while he buried his mouth in her ed cunt. Lew knelt and filled her ass with his pole, which wasn't too much trouble, even with its great size, for she was well-greased with Jake's come.
Then, at a motion of Lew's hand. Savage padded behind Jake and began to hump the unsuspecting man. This was too much for Jake who reached around and with a quick swing knocked the dog down to the floor, where it panted, tongue hanging out as if it was hingeless.
Lew was the last one to spend his load, because he had more sustaining power. But when he was spent, he fell to the floor in an exhausted heap to join his two fucking companions. Savage was obediently lying by his own door awaiting the order for him to depart.
Some time later, the two men regained enough strength to cleanse and anoint Wendy and return her to her bed.
"I think tomorrow night, I'll let her father go through the workout with her. If she responds I should be able to have her mentally ready to leave with him by Sunday," Jake said, as Lew bent to pick up the note awaiting their attention.
"Sounds good," he said matter-of-factly, as he tore open the slim envelope. "But make sure you have something handy for me to keep my cock in while we're watching," he added, then turned his attention to the note, which read, "Unusual situation at home. Suggest you check it out as soon as possible. Mike."
After reading the informative note, Lew said he'd be going, but would be back the next evening.
However, Lew wasn't there to witness the fat, middle-aged father fuck his own daughter. He wasn't there to see the young girl seduce her father as if he were young and attractive and slim, treating him to the most blissful evening of his life.
Nor was he there to see an extremely happy man. with his young girl clinging to his arm leave Jake's house after happily paying a huge sum for the hypnotic suggestions that were going to keep him blissfully entertained for the next few weeks.
In fact, it was several seeks before Lew even saw Jake or talked to him. But when he did, he had a great deal to tell him.
CHAPTER THREE
Sue, dressed in a bright pink robe, sat at the kitchen table eating a piece of strawberry shortcake. "You sure like cream, don't you. Sue?" Mike said, smiling wickedly at the tired but hungry girl, as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He was pleased with Sue. For not only had she performed well for his master, she had taken a tremendous load from him. She had let him fuck her in the ass with a dildo, while he sucked the sweet juices from her tired cunt.
He knew that she was going to become a very good addition to his staff. In fact, she seemed to like everything so well, he didn't think she'd even need any more training sessions. She seemed to gain a real pleasure from everything sexual.
"Mmmmmm," she answered, full-mouth. She rolled her own eyes in a suggestive, answering gleam. She had enjoyed the big servant Mike, and was looking forward to taking more baths with him in the future.
"That's good, honey, because if there's one thing we got lots of around here, it's cream," he said rubbing lewdly at his groin. "But I think for tonight when you've finished eating, you'd better hit that sack. Lew might like you so well he might call for you in the morning to put him to sleep," he said. It was then that the doorbell sounded.
"You stay here, Sue, while I answer the door," Mike said, and left the kitchen; hurrying down the hall, he wondered who could be at the door. No one, but no one called on Lew without an invitation.
He switched on the hall light and slowly opened the front door.
"Does Mr. Lew Bugger live here?" inquired a young voice.
"Yes, ma'am, but I'm afraid he's not in."
"It's all right," the young voice called, waving away the waiting cab. Then, turning back to Mike, she added, "Are you Mr. Bugger?"
Mike was aware of bright blue eyes staring up at him out of the face of a girl.
"No, ma'am. But I was trying to tell you that Mr. Bugger is not at home this evening. You should not have been so quick to send your cab away. However, jf you would like to leave a message for Mr. Bugger, I'd be happy to call another cab for you. Meanwhile, would you like to come in and have a chair while you wait?" he asked, and watched with wide eyes, as the teenager went back down to the sidewalk, only to return with a battered old suitcase in one hand and a well-worn coat in the other.
"I had to get my things," she explained breathlessly, and followed him into the hall.
"If you would like to sit in the kitchen, ma'am," Mike said, "I'll have the maid prepare you a cup of chocolate. Then, I'll see about your cab." And leading the way, he escorted the child into the cozy kitchen.
"This is Sue, ma'am," Mike said, formally introducing the maid. "Are you staying at a hotel or a private residence?" he asked, turning back to the girl.
"Hello, Sue," the girl said, extending her hand, for she knew proper manners. "I'm Alice. I don't know your name, sir, but I think I am going to be staying here. You see, I have a special letter for Mr. Bugger. And I'll just wait until he returns."
For a moment, the kitchen was filled with silence. The two servants exchanged surreptitious glances, then watched in stupefaction as Alice slipped the scarf from her head, revealing golden hair, which hung at length from her small head. She dropped her slight form wearily into a chair.
"I really am very tired," she said, smoothing down her skirt. "A cup of chocolate really would taste good. Do you think I could have a sandwich, since I haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning," Alice said, looking beseechingly at the two speechless servants.
"Certainly, ma'am," Sue said, motioning Mike to follow her into the pantry, where they conversed quietly in half sentences. "She can't stay, Mike?"
"He'll have a fit, Lew will," said Mike.
"I think it's exciting!" said Sue.
"There's hotels. Lew will decide later," said Mike.
"I think it's fun," said Sue.
"I can't let her. No, I can't," Mike said.
"Mike," said Sue. "He said I could have anything I wanted tonight. And I want her to stay. She's nice and young. She'll please Lew when he gets home," she said. Sue was trained to please Lew in any way possible. This sounded like a good idea to her.
"Here you are, Miss Alice. I'll see about a room for you for tonight. Mr. Bugger won't be home until very late, so you will have to speak to him in the morning," Mike said, keeping his thoughts to himself. He placed the sandwich before Alice, as Sue approached with the hot chocolate. Then, turning to Sue, he added, "You'll direct Miss Alice to the blue room. I'll see that it's prepared." Then he left the kitchen.
A short while later, in his own room, Mike picked up the phone and dialed an unlisted number. "Will you give the following message to Mr. Bugger at his convenience, please?" Then he dictated the message. Knowing he had done all that was required of him he removed his clothes, and climbed into bed. He might be glad of a little extra sleep before this night was over.
Meanwhile, Alice and Sue chatted in a friendly manner for nearly an hour, during which time Alice finished her chocolate.
Then yawning, Sue stood up and said, "I have a few things to do yet, so if you'll give me your letter, I'll see that Mr. Bugger gets it the minute he gets home. If you'd like to retire to your room, it's the second door on the right off the second landing," and for a moment she watched the young girl wearily climb the stairs. She should have watched a little longer.
Alice was only sixteen and extremely tired. And she was very grateful that she had found Mr. Bugger's house without any trouble. She was finally going to be able to lay herself down.
She was so tired that she remembered the second door to the right, but completely overlooked the second part of her directions from Sue. She was therefore quite thrilled at the beauty and luxury of the room she had been allotted for the night.
Lovingly, she caressed the soft texture of the blanket, and the satin of the sheets, as she turned back the covers on the great bed. Then, for several moments, she just stood surveying the elegant bedroom before she noticed the open door which led into the bathroom.
Alice was accustomed to stooping in a round metal tub to do what bathing she could. So when she entered the bathroom, and her eyes were drawn to the huge sunken tub, she completely forgot how tired she was.
She couldn't ever recall having a real, real bath. And now, without hesitation, she decided to indulge in the luxury of one right now.
like a child in a candy store, she selected some scented oil from the shelf, and generously sprinkled I? into the filling tub. Then, she stripped her ugly clothes from her body and stepped into the tub, like shed been doing it all her life.
She spent half an hour just lathering herself all over and luxuriously rolling about, thrilling to the feel of the soft water caressing her entire body all at one time.
Then, when the water began to cool, she stood up and turned on the shower, removing all traces of soap from her skin, and watched in fascination as the bath water swirled down the drain.
The great towel she used to dry herself with was nearly as soft as her own smooth flesh. She rubbed herself dry and folded the towel about her as she sat at the vanity and began to fix her hair. With great daring, she helped herself to one of the many hairbrushes and began to brush her long hair.
Sue finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. Then, propping the envelope on the stand at the foot of the stairs, where messages were always left for Lew, she went on up to her own third-floor bedroom and soon was sound asleep in her bed. She had thought to check in on Alice, but decided that the kid was probably asleep, for there were no sounds coming from the room next door.
About fifteen minutes later, which was only about one-fifteen, Lew stormed into the front hall of his house. He wasn't mad, but was a little irked at having his night broken-up when there didn't appear to be anything going on at home. And then, he spotted the envelope propped on the stand, awaiting his attention.
On the front of the letter, Sue had written: 'I've put her on the third floor in the room next to mine."
Confused and impatient, Lew tore open the envelope, and quickly read its contents. In disbelief, he sat on the steps of the stairs, and read it over again!
"Dear Lew," it started. "If you look into the mirror you'll see a busted beak. You'll remember that, if it weren't for my timely intervention two years ago, you might have suffered a fate lots worse. So, buddy, you owe me a big favor. I'm collecting it now! A close friend of mine has died, and the bedraggled child bringing you this letter is her daughter, Alice. She calls me uncle, like all her old lady's former visitors, and she's a trusting sou!. The only facts I can give you about her is that she's not yet seventeen, she hasn't had much schooling in sex, hasn't been too well fed, and she's now homeless.
"I wouldn't be bothering myself with her, but I owed her old lady a favor. So, because I haven't the means of caring for her, I'm giving her to you. She's yours to do with what you will and you can consider your debt to me paid in full!"
There was no signature on the note, but Lew remembered the girl's "uncle" clearly. He was definitely indebted to the man. Without his help he would probably be dead.
For several minutes, as Lew sat at the foot of the stairs, he tried to think of what he could do with the child. A child about his house could cause some problems. Then, all of a sudden, his face lit up. and he smiled. He didn't have any problem!
What the hell, he was rich. He'd send the kid to a boarding school for a couple of years. He'd clothe her and send her gifts at the proper times of the year. Then, when she was older, he'd bring her home. By then, he just might be in need of a young mistress.
Relieved, he doused the hall light. And, because he was already home, he decided to stay and let one of his lovelies take care of him for the remainder of the night. He'd take a shower, then, in the morning he'd tell the kid of his decision, and send her on her way.
Lew climbed the stairs, and opened his bedroom door to find his bed had already been turned down. Immediately, his thoughts flashed back to the cloud of black hair that had covered his groin earlier in the evening.
"She's even a mind reader," he said to the empty room and, grinning mischievously, he turned off the overhead light, and flipped the switch to let the soft lavender glow alight around his mirrored canopy.
It was then that he heard the sounds of melodic humming coming from his bathroom. He really had wanted to shower first, but decided it would have to wait. He'd surprise her first!
Quickly, he divested himself of his clothes, and tiptoed towards the bathroom. Standing a little to the side, he waited with open arms ready to give his little maid a pleasant surprise!
As Alice rose from the vanity stool, her towel fell to the floor. Transfixed, she gazed at her pink, budding flesh. She had never seen herself in a full-length mirror before. And, as she raised her arm to give her long hair another stroke with the brush, she noticed how her small, shapely breast quivered. She looked herself up and down, and was pleased to find that the downy fleece at her groin, which looked like a soft puff of powder, was the exact same shade as her long, platinum hair.
Tentatively, she touched one pink nipple, wondering if her firm little titties would ever get great big and pendulous as her Ma's had been. But, she immediately put that thought out of her mind. She was never going to think of Ma again! She was dead. And Alice was determined to be happy in her new home.
It had been so ugly in her Ma's house, which had been no more than a three-room shack, and here it was so beautiful. Alice just knew that when Mr. Bugger read her letter, she'd be able to live here happily ever after, just like in the fairy tales.
After giving one last stroke with the brush to her hair, causing it to spark with electricity, she replaced the brush and turned off the light. Then, she opened the door and walked right into hard, hot flesh!
Steel bands folded around her, crushing her tender breasts painfully against a solid, hairy chest, and firm lips smothered her quivering mouth. As a hot, wet tongue forced itself deep into her mouth, she began to struggle frantically. But, she was too weak. With her heart pounding wildly because of the hard thing poking against the softness of her belly, her mind went blank and she fainted!
Savoring the slight taste of orange on his lips. Lew lifted the slim girl in his arms and carried her to his bed. There she was bathed in the glow from above.
Surprise was not the only emotion glittering in Lew's eyes as he surveyed the lovely morsel before him. If he'd thought that Sue or Wendy had been lovely, this girl was absolutely entrancing.
Gently, he ran his hand down her body, caressing her from the soft, sweet curve of her tiny breasts to the tender roundness of her silky thighs. And then he just couldn't help himself!
He bent his head, and buried his face in the soft golden cloud at her groin. It was the most beautiful puff of pubic hair he'd ever seen, and he'd seen a myriad of pussies.
He knew this girl must be Alice. And judging from her background, he figured she had probably been fucked before, but he guessed not too many times. He wondered just how long it had been since some bastard had gotten her cherry. Anyway, she sure didn't know how to return his kiss, so maybe his evening home wasn't going to be a waste after all. He could tell she hadn't had too much experience, and found it delighted him to become her new teacher. He'd sure teach her a few things! He lusted after her pink little ass-hole.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sitting on the side of the great bed, with his huge rod pointing straight at the ceiling, Lew shook Alice gently by the shoulders. Several times later, he was looking into wide, deep, blue pools of fright!
"It's all right, Alice. You are Alice, aren't you?" he asked. "Never fear you'll get over my ugliness before long," he added without waiting for any reply.
But Alice wasn't looking at Lew's busted nose. Her fearful eyes had been drawn to the huge mast rising at Lew's groin!
Suddenly she realized, they were both naked! Desperately, she tried to cover her nakedness, but found she was unable to move. Lew held both of her wrists in the steely strength of his fingers.
"You don't need to be coy with me, honey. You've seen lots of naked men before, haven't you?" he asked, knowing she was her mother's daughter.
"Yes," she stammered, in a tiny voice filled with fear. "But, never so big like you."
"Never mind my cock. Look at my face, Alice, and stop your stammering! You'll have to get used to my ugliness, because I've read your uncle's letter and you now belong to me. That means that in return for feeding and clothing you, and giving you a lovely home to live in, you will obey me in all things! Do you understand?" he demanded, turning her face to his with a strong grip on her chin, allowing all thought of sending her to a boarding school to fly right out of the window.
Alice's lips trembled, and her eyes became watery pools, as she nodded her agreement.
"Your days of whoring with your mother are all over. Forget your past, Alice. From now on, you belong to me, and your future rests in my hands. You'll think only about your future with me!" he said.
Again, Alice only nodded her head, unable to say a word.
For a long minute, Lew just sat and stared at Alice. He knew she couldn't possibly be as innocent as she appeared, yet he knew she couldn't be very experienced not with the look of fear that still shone in her blue eyes. Also, because she was still very young, he didn't figure there had been much time for anyone to break her in too much. She would still be impressionable, and he could envision the varied deviations of sex play that he wanted to teach her. He could almost taste her, just thinking about what he wanted to do first. And there was no time like the present!
"I want you to lay exactly as you are and look up at yourself in the mirror, Alice. Keep telling yourself that you are beautiful, and that you belong to Lew. I'm going to take a quick shower, and if you move before I return I shall punish you," Lew threatened as he left her to enter his bathroom.
For some days now. Lew had allowed himself to become somewhat passive with his fucking partners. It had intrigued him to give orders to his shapely young victims, knowing that they had been trained to obey his every wish with eagerness, their only desire being to bring him the greatest pleasure.
Occasionally, he had become dominant, but only when his need surpassed his patience. But, for some reason, the slim, youthful body of his newest belonging brought out the caveman in him. His desire was to master her, to conquer her, to possess her and, in his own way, to rape her ass-hole bloody.
Still naked, but feeling as clean as he knew Alice was, Lew padded back across the thick carpeting until he stood looking down at Alice, who had remained as rigid as a board, too frightened to make a single move. Only her eyes moved. And, as they encountered his great virile form once more close to her, they turned almost purple with fright, looking even lovelier than before.
"Relax, Alice, and watch up there in the mirror," he ordered as he sat once more beside her on the bed. Slowly, he began to caress her velvety skin with his hands. Her body still remained stiff, but it served only to excite Lew more. He knew his capabilities. And there wasn't a woman alive that he couldn't turn into a writhing mass of sensual abandon!
He bent his head and kissed her navel. Then, gradually, as she began to tremble and sob, he kissed tingling little circles ever upwards, until his breath was quick and hot against her wet cheek.
"Don't act so afraid, Alice," he whispered into her ear. "When I love a woman, no matter how much experience she's had, she never wants anyone else again, but me!" he bragged. Then quickly, he demanded "Kiss me, Alice!" and slid his mouth across her tight lips.
"Not like that, honey. Open your lips for me," he crooned, and this time, as his mouth covered hers, he found her lips had parted, ever so slightly. However, with the guiding pressure of his own lips, he was soon able to delve inside, and search her mouth with his tongue. She didn't respond as he would have wished. But she tasted so sweet, it didn't matter for he would soon teach her what to do.
Meanwhile, each little breast was lost under the largeness of his hands, as he manipulated her spongy little mounds with his fingers. But touching was not enough! He needed to taste her all over!
"Keep watching in the mirror, Alice," he whispered as his lips slid from her mouth to cover first one then the other breast. His mouth completely enclosed each delightful orb, leaving enough room for his tongue to swirl round and round each jutting sponge of perfection. He then began to draw at each little nipple, until its pinkness turned to red, and its softness became a hard knob. However, there was much more of her to taste!
His fingers quickly replaced his lips, kneading and gripping her tiny mounds, while his mouth traveled down her silky body.
Alice's breathing became more difficult, and Lew could feel her tiny breasts begin to heave beneath his hands.
Alice's emotions flitted rapidly back and forth, from the ecstasy building up in her body, to the fear in her mind of the unknown and unexpected. She also found that she was unable to disobey Lew, and kept her eyes glued to the mirror above.
She nearly swooned for a second time, as she watched his fingers gently spread her narrow lips, just below her fleecy fuzz. He had exposed her most private place, not only to his own eyes, but to hers.
And then, the strangest feeling in the world swept over Alice. It was like a tidal wave. Lew's face came closer, as though he wanted to see right up into her belly and she could feel his quick breath against her opening. She watched him lick his lips slowly, savoring in advance some special delight, then his lips were pressed against the center of her gaping slit, and his tongue thrust deep inside of her.
"Oh please," Alice whispered, almost unable to breathe, let alone speak, because of the wild sensations chasing each other through her groin.
However, Lew was unaware of her pleas, and his tongue darted rapidly in and out of her slit, then caressed its full length, from the bottom to the top, until he'd located and captured her little clit. He concentrated his skill upon it, whipping it until it was as rigid as a tiny cock. His tongue told him she was a virgin.
Alice began to moan and cry as Lew's tongue devastated her clit, building a strange yearning in her young breast. And, for the first time since he'd encountered her and touched her, she lay no longer rigid. She squirmed and strained her little innocent pussy, seeking what she knew not. Only her body knew what it desired.
Lew was proud of his stamina, his sustaining power and his self-control in general. His need for Alice was gigantic. But, he realized that even if she had been fucked before, she was still small, and would find it difficult to contain his mammoth cock. Her ass-hole might have been used before.
While Alice lay writhing before him, unaware of the delightful sight she was displaying before the eyes of her owner. Lew generously greased his cock, before kneeling between her limp legs. Hoping her ass-hole would be looser than her cunt, he spread her cheeks.
He tried to dismiss the cry of terror as he pressed his bloated, dripping knob against her anus. He was aware that not very many men had cocks the size of his, and that Alice had probably never taken on anyone so well endowed, but damn! It wasn't as if she didn't know what ass fucking was all about. He knew he'd hurt her, because he had hurt older women. But, he wanted her desperately, and he wasn't about to turn back now. Why, he'd even greased himself up to make it easier on her.
"Close your eyes, damn you! Pretend I'm sticking a finger into you, like the puny cocks you're used to!" he demanded, unable to stand the pitiful cries of pleading.
Then, placing a hand on each leg, he gripped and pressed each thigh. He wasn't going to have her squirm away from him, not when his cock was right on target, small as it was.
Lew was thrilled and excited as he watched and felt his swollen knob disappear forcibly inside her tight anus. He was glad he'd greased himself for the tightness gripping his cockhead promised him a good, tight ass fuck. His eyes glazed over with lust as he relished the idea of showing her how a real man fucked.
"Here it comes, baby," he moaned, grinning in anticipation of the warm tightness awaiting him. Then, his mighty hips thrust forward and down. Too late, he discovered his misjudgment of her innocence, for Alice had never been ass-fucked before!
She screamed in pure agony, while her new, warm blood made easier the passage for the pistoning cock of the rapist.
For a long while after it was over, Lew cradled the sobbing girl in his arms, never removing his cock from within her ass-hole.
"It will soon feel better, my angel," he promised. "Don't cry, sweet. You should have told me you were a virgin! But what's done can't be undone. It will feel good soon, I promise," he crooned, whispering odd little endearments. "Isn't it getting better, baby?" he whispered coaxingly, nipping at her ear and softly kissing the wild pulse on her neck.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to ease his great cock back and forth, a fraction of an inch at a time for her tightness had caused his cock some discomfort.
His patience and coaxing soon paid off. He was rewarded by Alice's first timid hip movements.
"That's the way, angel, make it good, Alice baby. Make it good for both of us," he encouraged, relishing the tight agony around his fast swelling cock.
"Oh, it's good, baby, so tight ... so good," he groaned, and his own hips began to undulate with purpose. Soon, he was thrusting steadily and deeply in her rectum.
Gripping her palm-sized buttocks in his hands, Lew pulled her tight against him, firing his pounding load of come deep within her once again!
Alice moaned incoherently! Drool splattered over her pillow as her head tossed wildly from side to side, obliterating her face from Lew's view with her glorious hair. She felt a tremendous pounding in her ear, and her whole body felt like a giant firecracker exploding!
"You're the sweetest, tightest ass-hole fuck I've ever had!" Lew sobbed jerkily, as he ground his groin against Alice's behind and kissed the back of her neck through her mass of platinum waves.
For a moment. Lew's entire weight lay upon Alice, while he caught his breath. Then, rolling to his side, he maintained his hold on her, with one arm around her. With his free hand, he twined her long strands of hair around his fingers, holding her against the hollow of his shoulder. His limp, drenched cock lay nestled between her buttocks and both fell into exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Alice awoke in the early dawn to see Lew spreading her long, glorious hair across his face and chest, worshipping it with his lips and caressing it with his hands. It was probably the earliest Lew had been awake in years. He was more accustomed to going to bed at this hour, not getting up. However, he wasn't planning on getting up yet!
With exultation in his eyes, he looked deep into Alice's blue, still slightly frightened, eyes. Then, with slow deliberation and tenderness, he kissed her swollen lips, cautiously seeking out her tongue and teaching her how to respond, with his own. When he felt her relax beneath his pressing lips, he knew he had won. She was his.
"My sweet, golden Alice," he whispered. "I'm sorry about last night. But you were so delightful, my Alice and now, now, you really are mine, mine alone! Mine!" he declared, and with renewed hunger and loving, teaching patience, he made love to her again and again and again!
They slept again. Then, when they rose, it was to eat a delicious meal that Lew ordered to his room on a tray. Between the two of them, they ate every bit of food on the tray.
When they were replete. Lew took Alice's hand and led her into the bathroom. After filling the giant tub, they bathed together.
Alice was still quite shy, but Lew was patient, and forced her to look upon herself, and him. gloriously enjoying the flush that caressed her entire body when, for the first time, she reached out and touched his tool of love, of her own accord.
"You see, my angel, how easy it is?" Lew teased, although deeply touched. To cover any weakness he might be showing, he quickly began to lavishly soap her all over, sensuously caressing every inch of her with his slippery hands, until she was almost purring with ecstatic delight.
Alice was a fast learner! Once she found out that she couldn't hide or protect or even admit the existence of modesty, she began to return his fondling with innocent curiosity.
She found that Lew seemed to be correct in everything he told her. And, to her amazement, she no longer even looked upon his face with dislike, because of its ugliness. She accepted it as a part of him.
And. because the rest of him was so beautiful and brought her great joy, she even began to enjoy watching his ugly face soften and glow, when she did some little thing that seemed to surprise or please him. And soon, it became very important for her to please him. It became her only desire.
"You know, angel, I'm six years older than you. And you make me feel very young and happy, just holding you like this. I've never made love to a woman as young as you before. But. before very long, your little ass-hole will fit my cock like a glove made specially for a hand. Does that thought excite you, angel?" he asked, pulling her soapy body onto his soapy lap, allowing his semi-swollen cock to slide back and forth between her tiny cheeks.
"Yes." Alice whispered, barely audibly and her cheeks grew bright pink.
"You're adorable. I think we'll use sexy words more often," he teased, hugging her close. "Now, let's rinse off and go back to bed. I want to eat some more your sweet cunt," he said purposely, knowing his language excited her.
Together, they stood, letting the spray cleanse them of all traces of soap and bubbles. Then, lifting her to a stool. Lew dried her all over, making sure to arouse her in any little way he could.
When he was satisfied, he made her do the same for him, commanding her not to miss a single inch of his flesh. He wanted her to become familiar with every inch of him, and to be willing and desirous of touching him all over and liking it!
"What now?" she asked, very erotically. "I'm hungry!" he demanded, giving her rosy cheek a very hard pinch, so hard was the pinch that the pressure left a dark pink impression of his fingers. Obediently, she scurried ahead of him and jumped onto the circular bed.
"Are you ready for me to eat you?" Lew demanded, as he stood looking down from his great height at her pink body, stretched out awaiting his commands.
"Yes, I'm ready," Alice replied softly.
"You're ready for what?" he demanded, wanting her to use the same language as he, adding excitement to her anticipation.
"I'm ready for you to eat me," she said.
"Ready for me to eat what?" he coaxed.
"I'm ready for you to eat my cunt," she whispered.
"Good! Then let me see what I've got to eat," he said, slipping a pillow beneath her hips, after telling her to raise them.
"Now, unless you only want me to eat your knees, you'd better spread them apart," he directed, and with strong, but gentle hands, he gripped each ankle and slid each of her feet almost to her buttocks, and pressed her thighs wide apart.
Alice trembled visibly, as her cunt was so lewdly exposed and spread vulnerably before him. And she couldn't help but look up into the mirror, to gaze at the reflection of her offering. It made her tingle all over to see her slit gaping open, revealing the darker pink of her insides.
"That's the way I like my pussy to look when I'm hungry!" Lew said, and teased her gaping lips with the tip of his tongue. However, because he wanted to build her up and up, her deserted her tasty cunt and began to kiss and trail his tongue along her widespread, satiny thighs. He teased one thigh and then the other, even trailing his tongue down the crack from her cunt to her ass, nipping at the gentle curve of her buttock cheeks.
After nearly fifteen minutes, Alice was moaning and writhing about, arching her cunt upwards, needing his mouth to put out the fire he'd been building in her.
Lew placed one huge palm against each of her inner thighs to hold them still. Then, after staring hungrily at her undulating pussy, noticing the slight moisture that twinkled on her parted, pinkish lips, he approached her cunt, blowing softly into its opening. Then, with a savagery that even surprised himself, he dove at her cunt, and ravaged it with his mouth.
Taking one lip at a time, he sucked it into his mouth until it was red from the strain, then repeated the same action on the other lip. He then nipped with his teeth, round and round the insides of those swollen outer lips, until he felt she was wet enough for him to slide his whole face inside of her.
However, only his tongue entered her, but it was heaven. He delved and delved, using his tongue like a cock, trying to bury it within her.
As his tongue began to ache from the great strain, he eased it out and up her slit until he found her rigid clit. He circled it and sucked it and nipped at it. Then, holding it between his teeth, he whipped it frantically with the tip of his tongue. He kept it up until he knew she was going to gush a river.
At exactly the right moment, he covered her mm entire cunt with his mouth and sucked like mad, while driving his finger deep into her sore ass.
Alice screamed and sobbed out her pleasure and pain and ecstasy. She'd never experienced anything like it in her life, and she just knew she was dying. But, it felt so good, she wanted it to go on and on and on, and her gushing, gyrating pussy told Lew so.
Willingly, he sucked and chewed and drank her flowing juices until she lay limp and satiated, floating with complete unawareness of anything of this world, just enjoying the lights flickering before her eyes and the little pins prickling her from head to foot, without the strength to even blink an eye.
Lew dropped to her side. His face was wet from his chin to his forehead, and he was breathing heavily. He knew he'd given his little love the greatest climax of her life, the kind of pleasure she'd known from no other man before him. He needed a release of his own, but was content to wait until she was ready.
Alice must have dozed, and was roused by Lew nipping at her pointed nipples.
"Hey, little angel, you're not going to sleep my life away not after the fire I put out. My cock's feeling very neglected," he said, as her blue eyes looked into his. They then became pools of hurt, until she noticed the teasing glint in his eyes as they locked with hers. "Turn about's fair play, my little, golden angel. I want you to eat my cock. I want to feed you like you fed me!" he said, looking serious, yet keeping his command soft and endearing.
"Yes, I'm willing as long as you don't laugh at me. You will help me?" she pleaded, then noted the look of mischief in his eyes.
"You are laughing at me! I can't help it I'm dumb!" she said, and her eyes brimmed over with tears.
"Sweet angel, don't. I'm not laughing at you. If I seemed to laugh, my golden angel, it was because you couldn't possibly know the amount of women that have eaten my cock, with never a thought of anything but their own pleasure. You're very sweet, and you warm my heart," he whispered.
"Have there really been lots and lots of women that ate your cock?" she asked, pausing slightly before asking the daring question.
"Yes, angel. But none of them were as lovely and innocent as you. You aren't jealous, are you?" he asked.
"Well, yes, I think I am!" Alice replied, after thinking for a moment.
Lew was deeply touched by her performance and pulled her into his arms. "Thank you, my angel, for saying such a sweet thing. It means a great deal to me to think you care enough to be jealous. It means you're no longer a child but a woman. And, Alice, my sweet, as long as you want to eat my cock, I promise I won't let any other woman near it," he said gravely.
Then, to break the seriousness of their mood, he said, "Now, my little love, why don't you just get acquainted with this cock that now belongs exclusively to you. Then, I'll teach you what to do with it," he whispered, coaxing her to slide down his body until her face rested against his lower belly, just above his mass of blonde curls from the center of which his giant tool jutted upwards.
"How do I start?" she asked innocently.
"Well, to start, just touch it all over with your fingers. You can squeeze it or slide your hands up and down it, or you can fondle my sack underneath it, or play in my hair. Anything that sounds like fun to you, you can do.
"Then, you can do all the same things with your sweet lips and your mouth and your tongue, until it's wet and slippery all over. Then, I'll tell you what to do after that," he said thickly, already excited at the thought of her little fingers exploring him.
Alice may never have handled a cock before in her life, but, the treatment she gave Lew's cock for the next fifteen or twenty minutes was enough to cause him to grip fiercely at the sheets, in order to restrain his natural impulses.
"Alice," he whispered hoarsely. "Put your mouth over just the head of my cock and stick your tongue into my little slit," he said. Alice did, and as her sticky lips slid over his knob, drawing it into her mouth, she stabbed his slit with her tongue.
"Oh, my God! Not so hard, angel, let oooooh, do it! Suck it hard, do anything just don't let it out of your mouth, no matter what happens, oh angel," he groaned, still gripping the sheets.
Lew's knob was so bloated and big, Alice could hardly keep it in her mouth. Her lips seemed stretched beyond their limits.
"Let me help you, baby," Lew groaned, and gripped his cock just below the head. With his other hand, he wrapped it in Alice's hair so that he could control her head.
"I'll fuck it, baby, you just keep sucking with all your might. Eat me baby, little golden angel, drink all my sweet come. I'm gonna shoot into your mouth any minute now. Drink my love juice, baby. Keep sucking!" he said, over and over, fucking his rod with his huge fist, never allowing more than the head to enter her mouth. He set his pace slow.
He wanted to build and build until he had no more room in his balls for another drop of come.
He held back and held back, while gradually speeding up his fucking fist, determined that Alice's first belly full of come was going to be her greatest ever!
When at last he knew he could wait no longer, because his balls had tightened and were straining like mad, he forced himself to hold back for just a second longer.
With the lightest of pressures with his palm, he held Alice's head firmly, while easing his great cock almost to the back of her throat, leaving her room to swallow.
"Now drink, baby. Swallow!" he groaned, as he gushed and gushed!
Alice swallowed the come, for she had no choice. And, as much as she tried to swallow every drop as he had instructed her to, there was just too much. A good deal slid down his cock to form a sticky pool on his belly and pubic curls.
But all was not lost, for Alice enjoyed the taste of him. And, because he had stayed with her until she had satisfaction, she stayed with him. Wantonly, she licked his belly and his tangly curly hair, then sucked at the sides of his softening cock, until not a drop of come could be found anywhere. Lew nearly swooned himself, as he realized that a sixteen-year-old, that had never sucked a cock in her life, had just given him the best blow-job he'd ever experienced!
But he was not finished. The buggering he had given her the night before was still on his mind. He rested awhile, got his strength back. Then he rolled her onto her belly and shoved his cock up her ass.
She screamed, and it fired his passion. As she writhed and struggled beneath him, he pressed his thick tool to the hilt. He paused, then began reaming her furiously.
Her screams turned to sobs which were then lost in the soft pillow. Lew Bugger was in his glory. He was raping a girl in the ass.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time Alice had been in Lew's home for nearly three weeks, he felt more affection for her than he'd ever felt for any other female in his life. It wasn't that she did anything any better and sometimes not as good as anyone else. It was just a combination of her youth and her natural sweet innocence. She was willing to do anything with, to, or for him. And never once was hypnosis involved. It was taken for granted wordlessly, that he was the master and teacher, and she the slave and supplicant.
Probably the fact the Lew's face was dear to Alice, so much so, that she was constantly telling him so, or caressing his face with her lips and fingers at every chance she got, that caused them to be so close.
"It's my ugly face," she'd say sweetly, kissing the broken nose. And Lew felt shame. He knew deep inside that, when the novelty of her youth wore off, he'd be back at his old tricks, satisfying his sexual appetite with other young girls. Also, he recalled how her first screams had put him off.
He knew that the reason things had lasted so long, was because, though many women had confessed their love for him in many ways, no woman before Alice had ever made open love to his face, making him feel, even temporarily, handsome.
Lew knew he'd not be finished with Alice until he'd taken her many more times in the ass. And, although they'd been ass fucking for nearly four weeks, he still hadn't gotten his fill of it. She was so little! He knew, of course, that he would tire eventually, because he always possessed every woman he took in every way, then went on to another.
For two weeks now, each time he'd made love to her, he'd been trying to stretch her anus. However, one day she balked and said no more ass-fucking. He had gone to one finger, then graduated to two, but, with difficulty. He then switched to a slim dildo about an inch thick and seven inches long. But somehow, before he could stick his own cock into her ass again, she wiggled and wangled around until she'd got his pole where she wanted it in her cunt. She didn't want another ass fuck.
Lew wasn't really worried. She still contented him. And, he knew he'd have his way in the end. Then, it almost happened by accident.
They were bathing together as they always did.
And, as usual, they soaped each other and played games, posing erotically and allowing each other carte blanche with their bodies.
On this particular day, it was Lew's turn to pose first. He lay on his back with his head supported by a special headrest. His buttocks rested momentarily on Alice's thighs, while he slipped his feet into rubber slippers glued to the rims of the tub's sides. His legs were now splayed wide, and he raised his groin into the air, his genitals were not so vulnerable to Alice's desire but she accepted it. And she had a field day!
With the soap in one hand and the spray hose nozzle in the other, she lathered and squeezed and kneaded every inch of him, from his firm ass cheeks to his blonde pubic curls, alternately soaping, and alternately spraying him clean.
When the muscles in Lew's inner thighs tightened, and his cock was straining to near bursting point, Alice shoved a soapy finger into his anus and dropped her mouth over the head of his cock. She sucked madly as his thrusting hips pumped a fountain of salty, sweet come into her sucking cheeks.
Then, when he had no more strength in his legs to support his torso, he dropped down into the tub and pulled Alice over him, devouring her mouth with his, actually enjoying the taste of his own sperm which still lingered in her mouth. Then, it was her turn to pose!
However, because she was so little and short, she couldn't assume the same position as Lew. Instead, she stood with her feet in the slipper grips, and stooped, bracing her hands also on the tub's rims. She was splayed as lewdly as Lew had been, but in a bent forward position. It pleased him tremendously!
Lew also used soap and spray, with a few alterations. While every opening was open to him, he cleansed her thoroughly. Then, with the nozzle spraying water into her cunt, he reamed out her ass with his tongue. Within only minutes, Lew knew she was having a tremendous orgasm. Not only was her weight pressed against his face, but her sphincter muscles convulsed around his tongue.
For the next short while. Lew kissed and nipped at her twitching ass cheeks while fucking his soapy fingers in and out of her ass and cunt simultaneously.
He knew it was driving her wild because her legs were becoming wobbly. So he eased up on her and began to just caress her from front to back with his soapy hands, giving her a chance to calm down. However, he wasn't aware of just how weak Alice had become.
She decided to rest her bottom against his chest to give her legs a rest, but forgot how soapy and slippery she was.
By the time Lew realized her intention and put her arms under her legs to catch her, she slid right down his chest and stomach, impaling herself onto four inches of his thick cock. As she passed out cold, her weight sank her ass the rest of the way, impaling Lew's cock, his length within her.
For a moment, Lew could not even move. The skin on his cock had been pulled back severely, and the tightness squeezing him was almost unbearable but it was also ecstasy.
But, because of his affection for her, he immediately removed her body up and off of his, and carried her soaking wet body into their bed. There, he squirted healing ointment into her ass, and as thoroughly as he could, he massaged as deeply into her ass with his fingers as he could. He knew her pain had been excruciating, because his had been nearly unbearable. However, he could bear the pain and had done so willingly on many occasions.
Still dripping wet himself, he lay down beside Alice and covered them both with the fleecy blanket, cradling her in his arms. He crooned lovingly to her, but all the while he was singing over and over to himself, "she can take it, she can take it." He then began to make plans for when and how he would fuck her in the ass again and again.
It was the very next afternoon he got a call from his friend Jake.
"It's been quite a while, old friend," Jake said, when Lew came to the phone. "What you got out there that's too good "to share with a friend?" he asked in a joking manner.
And, because Lew was so excited over Alice, he related the details of their days together.
When Jake heard that Lew planned to fuck her ass some more, he immediately invited himself to the party.
"I'd sure like to watch that little scene, Lew. After all, if your girl's too good to share with me, perhaps my girls are too good to share with you," he said, with just a suggestion of seriousness in his voice, a tone Lew couldn't overlook. So, for another ten to fifteen minutes they talked, deciding when and how they'd all get together. However, Lew stipulated the rules, and demanded that they be kept! Jake willingly accepted, and agreed to come out to Lew's house the next evening.
It was nearly ten the next night when Lew and Alice entered their bath together. They spent their usual time, teasing and washing each other. However, this time they didn't take up any serious love-making.
"I have a new contraption I want to try out tonight, angel," Lew said, leading Alice down the hall to a room she'd never been in before, but which Jake and he had used on a couple of other occasions.
"This is where we're going to play tonight, my golden one," he whispered into her ear, as they approached the strange construction of padded bars about a foot above a thick carpet on the floor.
Alice was enjoying the feel of Lew's fingers on her nipples through the silk of her robe, but for all her imagination, she could not see how they were going to accomplish any lovemaking with the contraption. But, because her lover wished to try, she was willing.
"You're going to have the time of your life in here, my love," he whispered, nipping her ear, and removing her robe from her shoulders. Alice quickly darted away from him and began to dance exotically all about the room, trying to entice him to chase her.
Usually, Lew would have been thrilled to take up the chase. But he knew that Jake would be arriving shortly, and he had to have things all set up before he got there.
"Come here, Alice!" he ordered, waiting for her at the foot of the mat. Alice recognized that tone of voice.
"I was only playing, Lew," she whispered, rushing to his side. Her eyes filled and were about to overflow at the hurt his tone had filled her with.
"I didn't mean to speak so rough, angel. But I'm impatient," he lied, and was unable to meet her eyes.
"Kneel down on here, baby," he directed softly, and Alice placed her knees in each of the padded slots. Frank then folded a strap in place behind each knee, securing it.
"Now lean forward and rest your shoulders, here, sweet," he directed. And, as she complied, he secured a strap across her back. She was now unable to move or free herself.
"You're not uncomfortable, are you, angel?" Lew asked, his tone almost apologetic for the trickery he was pulling on her. Yet, he was thrilled at the sight of her vulnerable body so exposed and secured for him to do with as he wished.
Her legs weren't spread too widely, just enough so that he could see her little cunt lips gaping apart, and her rosy pucker pouted enticingly. Her firm, swollen titties hung down like tiny, new apples, just begging to be plucked or sucked!
"I'm just fine. Lew. But why am I tied like this? I can't move," she said, and a tear slid down one cheek.
Lew knelt down before her, and commanded her to look up into his face. He then explained, without telling her what was really going to happen, what was about to take place.
"I couldn't tell you, angel, before I had tied you securely. I was afraid that you'd refuse. You see, I have this friend, and I owe him a tremendous favor. He has assured me that my debt will be paid if I allow him to watch me fuck you. It's been such a personal, wonderful thing between us that I just couldn't ask you. But, for reasons I can't explain, I was impelled to say yes, that he could watch!"
The silence in the room was almost deafening, as Alice's eyes widened in disbelief at the magnitude of his words. She stared open-mouthed, trying to think of something to say in reply to his outlandish statement.
"You are going to let a stranger watch us make love? I thought we only belonged to each other. I thought...." she sobbed brokenly.
Lev, couldn't stand the accusations of her words or her eyes. In retaliation, he hardened his heart, and forced himself to speak in harsh, base language.
"It's fuck, Alice, not make love. Love is an expression used by dopes." Then, softening his voice because he wanted to enjoy his evening, he added, "Honey, he's only going to sit here where I am, and watch. If it will make it easier for you, don't look at his face. Concentrate on watching his hands. Pretend they're my hands. Will you try, for me please?" he pleaded, leaning close to kiss the tears from her cheeks.
Unable to speak, Alice nodded her agreement, and hung her head in shame. She'd felt no shame with Lew, because she had fallen in love with him and she thought he loved her too.
But, to be tied like this, with all her secret places exposed so brazenly, for a stranger to see, was almost more than she could bear. She felt like a whore locked in a stock awaiting her punishment.
It was then the thought struck her! Lew surely didn't intend to punish her or anything. In that position she was at his mercy.
However, her fears were short-lived. Lew returned naked. He then spent several minutes anointing her with a sweet-smelling oil. He rubbed it all over her buttocks and in between her legs and all across her back, then down and around her belly until he finally encompassed her breasts, all except for her nipples.
Those, he covered with a different goo, which hardened immediately! It made her rosy, swollen nubs itch and ache, needing air, needing release, needing to be uncovered! Surely they were going to stretch down to the floor! She wished he hadn't put it on. they felt so heavy. She had to get it off.
She began to squirm and twitch, which only caused her breasts to jiggle, and her whole body to glisten from her oiling. Then Lew brought her a sip of some kind of liquid which she had no choice but to swallow. It tasted awful!
"Am I going to die?" she said, and her voice seemed to come from a record. "My mouth is so dry." she whispered, and wasn't sure that Lew could even hear her, for he was kneeling behind her, caressing her slippery flesh with his hands, kneading and kneading her, awakening every pore in her body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alice began to relax, thinking it wasn't going to be too bad after all, when the naked stranger, a funny-looking man came and sat down right before her eyes. It was Jake.
That was when the saliva seemed to dry right up in her mouth, and her tongue felt like it was coated with cotton! She tried frantically to make spit and she couldn't.
As if she wasn't even there, the stranger sat a small projector beside him and turned it on. Alice could tell by the light beam it projected that it was showing pictures of some sort on the wall behind her, but she was unable to turn her head far enough for her to see. It was just as well, because the dog Savage was fucking Betty while she sucked Lew's prick on the wall!
The stranger inched a little closer to her and began to finger his cock.
"Please give me a drink," Alice begged in a faraway voice, while her eyes seemed glued to his hands.
"You are thirsty, Alice?" the soft voice asked.
"Very thirsty," she answered, still aware of Lew's hands manipulating her slippery flesh sensuously.
"Are you still thirsty?" the soft voice repeated. "Yes," she replied.
"Would you like me to give you a drink?" he asked again, in the safe soft voice. "Yes," she said flatly.
"Do you see the water, Alice?" the voice asked. "Yes," she answered.
"I'll tell you when you can drink it, Alice. Meanwhile I want you to do anything that makes you feel good. You may drink from the fountain if you want to, but only if you want to. The fountain is Lew's cock. Your cunt is Lew's fountain and Lew may want to drink from your fountain. Is that okay?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You need do nothing I suggest, Alice. You will only do what you would do for Lew. I am Lew who loves you. Lew is Lew who loves you. The dog is Lew who loves you. You will only give willingly what you would give to Lew who loves you.
And everything that Lew does you will thrill to. It will make you feel wild and wonderful, only if you really love Lew. You will feel everything, and enjoy it. And, when I turn the projector off, you will remember everything you did with Lew," Jake said smiling, for he knew he now looked like Lew to Alice.
For several moments, Jake sat motionless, watching the scene on the wall behind Lew, who had knelt behind Alice and was running two fingers in and out of her ass.
Jake's cock was hard! He was ready!
Deftly, he lay on his back, and began to slide beneath Alice. Gently, he squeezed her slippery breasts, while chewing the succulent stiffnes from her nipples, causing his cock to expand and harden even more, and insuring it would remain that way for at least an hour. The stuff on her nipples was potent!
When he'd cleaned her nipples, he slid further beneath her until he was looking up into her gaping cunt. He licked his lips in preparation for the delicious meal he was about to have.
Alice was dying for a drink and Jake's cock was just beneath her mouth. With parched lips and thick tongue, she began to lick at the moisture on its head. Then, because it was damp and soft, and soothing to her lips, she drew it into her mouth and began to suck, trying to bring the water to the surface of the fountain she craved a drink from.
It tasted so good, and seemed to soothe the entire insides of her mouth, that she refused to let it go in case her thirst should return, and she'd need another drink.
Meanwhile, Lew's tongue reached up inside her cunt, circling round and round, trying, she knew, to drink from her fountain. She tried to make the water come for him, but decided it was too hard to do, and still concentrate on her own drinking fountain.
Lew meanwhile had watched some of the pictures on the wall, then watched the scene in loving, living action before him. He was turned on. His cock was stiff as iron and aching to delve between Alice's tiny cheeks.
Sinking each of his thumbs inside her anus, he pressed outwards until her hole was the size of a quarter. He then pressed his blood-red knob at the opening and forced it inside.
"God, you're tight, baby!" he moaned, slowly forcing it ever deeper, careful not to hurt her or himself. It was easier than he had expected. Alice was highly aroused and her muscles were relaxed. Within minutes, he'd packed all ten inches into her, and she fit him like an elastic glove, a gloriously tight glove.
Lew pumped in and out slowly, savoring the bliss of her narrow passage milking his cock. He gloried in the slippery suppleness of her flesh beneath his kneading fingers.
Jake had to pull his cock from Alice's mouth as he slid from beneath her.
"It's time. Lew," Jake whispered, and Lew slowly turned from his knees to his buttocks, as the mechanical contraption followed him, his cock never leaving Alice's ass through the entire turning over process. However, now she was tipped slightly upwards, and the weight of her body kept her impaled upon his cock. Jake opened a door and the Doberman came in.
Jake stepped over to Alice, resting his buttocks lightly on her stiff little breasts. He was at the perfect angle to let his cock slide right back up and into her waiting mouth.
Hungrily, or rather, thirstily, she began sucking once more.
Then, the dog padded silently towards his waiting victim. He sniffed once and it was all he needed. This was the smell that he liked.
Lavishly, he began to lick at the gaping, oozing slit, his rasping tongue crashing into her causing it to turn a dark pink. Then, drooling on her belly and waist, he mounted her by resting his paws just below her breasts and Jake's ass.
It took only a second for his prong to slide from its casing, seeking the cunt and filling it. Rapidly, he began to piston in and out as Lew screamed!
The furious action of Savage's prong against the ass-hole encompassing Lew's cock was causing him agony. However, the scene of their exotic, four-way coupling filled him with lust. He cared not for his pain or Alice's or anybody's.
Wildly, he began to thrust his own hips upwards. His cock was numb from the whiplash speed of Savage's cunt fucking. He began to mouth unintelligible words and sounds. And Jake, caught up in the same atmosphere of lust, gripped Alice by her glorious hair, and fucked wildly into her mouth.
Jake erupted first. He was so weak that he stepped over Alice and fell to the floor. But it hurt his prick which was still hard, so he raised up to his knees and rested his head on his arms. He had to take deep breaths to calm his pounding heart.
Savage exploded next. And, when he finally removed his bloated prong, he was content to lay and lick himself clean.
Alice now only impaled upon one of her Lews, smiled in complete delight, as she felt her lover explode inside her ass.
Meanwhile, Jake had caught his breath. And, because he saw that Lew was finished, he pushed the button allowing the contraption to right itself. This time, Lew allowed his cock to slide out of Alice and weakly, he got to his feet.
Alice appeared to be no worse for her ordeal, so he decided that he and Jake might as well get cleaned up before taking on more of her luscious body.
"She's all right for a few minutes. Let's go and get all this shit off of us. Then we'll get back to dessert," Lew suggested, and headed out the door. Jake switched off the projector and followed his friend.
They were in the middle of their shower when they heard Alice's blood-curdling scream.
Lew didn't know that Jake had turned off the projector which ended her hypnotic spell. But, when he reached the door of the room, he realized what Jake had done. He was just in time to see Alice's head fall forward limply as Savage, humping like mad, shot a load deep into the kind of hole "he loved ... her ass-hole.
The two men only watched for a few seconds before it was over, but to Lew it seemed hours. He hadn't wanted Alice to know of the beastly thing he had allowed her to participate in, but fate had worked against him. And for a moment, he almost hated Jake.
Alice wasn't aware of the tender treatment she received after she fainted. All she knew, when she awoke, was that she was alone in her great bed. She was certain that Lew hated her. She felt she was not longer good enough for him to lay in the same bed with her!
Painfully, she climbed into the first clothes she found, and fled down the stairs and out the front door. Lew was sitting in his study, drinking himself into a stupor for what he had done to the girl that had trusted and loved him so perfectly. He staggered to the door, but by the time he got there she was gone.
"Alice!" he called out into the dark. "I love you!"
And for the first time he realized that he did. It was too late, though. Alice was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost three months since Alice left. Lew sold his house and left the state. The only servant he took with him was Mike, because he was a trusted friend. The others had been paid off generously, and had been told to forget their connection with Jake and Lew.
Lew knew that he could count on Mike to see about staffing his new house with efficient and loyal servants. And, because money was no problem, Mike had a free hand and was very choosy.
Lew now lived in the Midwest, and as before, had a beautiful house in an isolated section of the countryside. A year went by, and Lew lived quietly. He raped no girls, fucked no ass-holes. However, one day, when he was in Chicago, he ran into his old pal Jake. They met quite by accident in Lil's, the most expensive and exclusive whorehouse in the city.
They were delighted to see each other again, and renewed their old friendship. Before the evening was over, you'd have never believed it had been a year since they'd seen each other.
Some of their evening was spent in fornicating, but the major portion of it was spent in exchanging experiences. Lew reviewed with his old friend the episode with Alice. Just getting it off his chest seemed to lighten his burden of guilt.
"It sounds to me like you were almost in love with the kid," Jake said. And. though Lew denied it vehemently, he knew in his heart that Jake was right. He had felt a closeness with her that he'd never felt with any other woman. Still, because he didn't believe in the existence of love, he refused to call their closeness love.
"What I really need, Jake, is a tight, young ass-hole to erase her memory. I haven't felt like a real man in ages."
"Well, buddy, I'll scout around and see what I can come up with. But, meanwhile there's a party two weeks from this coming Friday night. I want you to come to it with me. Every year, Li! throws a special wing-ding, just for her special customers, and, believe me, it's always a dilly.
"The girls she finds are just out of this world. And they know what to expect ahead of time, and are well paid for the abuse they put up with. I'll introduce you to her a little later on. I'm sure she'll come up with a special little number just for you. How about it, Lew, will you come?" Jake asked.
"Well, I'm not yet one of her preferred customers," Lew answered hesitantly.
"If it's the money, pal, forget it. I'll pay your way. She'll accept any friend of mine, I'm loaded," Jake offered.
"You are a real friend, Jake. But I don't need your money. I'm still rich myself. But I might as well meet this Lil of yours. Besides, a party might be just what I need to get out of this rut I'm in." And Lew actually felt a stirring inside, and began to look forward to the kind of party Jake described !
For months, Lew had been picking up a piece here and there, sticking to whores, not willing to take on anyone, until the hurt of Alice had left him. He decided that he was going to allow this coming party to erase her from his memory entirely.
"Tell me how to get to your place," Jake said, and Lew gave him the directions, also informing his friend to consider it his home any time he wished to come.
They parted shortly later, Lew to go home, and Jake to call on a couple of his buddies. Once he'd made them acquainted with Lew, they'd have a ball, balling together. And Jake could foresee great balling times ahead. He also wanted them to help him scout around for a special little chick for Lew.
Jake had some business in the eastern part of the state, and was on his way home. It was then that he struck pay-dirt, in the form of a sex-starved school-girl, and he decided to go on to Lew's place.
Donna was a natural blonde. Her short curls topped a very curvaceous figure. She was almost eighteen, but with the aid of lipstick and eye shadow, she easily passed for twenty.
She lived with her father and two younger brothers in a little backwoods shack about two miles from the town where she walked to high school each day. Well, she didn't walk all the way. She was adept at hitch-hiking.
She could have ridden the school bus which picked up her brothers, Walter and Sal. But then, one of them would have told her Pa about her makeup, or what was worse, her very short skirts. That alone would have earned her the paddle, and her Pa was very adept with it.
Every morning, about a quarter to eight, Donna would cut through the woods, taking about fifteen minutes and would hitch a ride into town. And because the highway was well-traveled, she never had to wait more than a few minutes before she obtained a ride.
And, because she always rolled her skirts at the waist, until a luscious expanse of thigh was exposed, she almost always got a lift from a man. So far, she had never been molested which was a miracle, but she was soon to find herself in more trouble than she had bargained for.
Donna was a senior in high school and considered school a real drag. But, because her Pa threatened her with the paddle if she didn't go regularly, she went. However, instead of studying, she spent almost all of her time teasing the boys.
Naturally, she was called the cock-teaser. She knew it, and she loved it, even though she didn't really know what it was all about or what she was begging for and not getting.
For example, when she'd pass guys in the hall she'd casually brush their arms with her breasts, which were firm and full. Or, at other times, she'd bend over, directly in front of one of the boys to pick up a pencil she'd deliberately dropped, showing off her cute, little ass, that was neatly concealed and outlined by her bikini panties which her Pa also didn't know she wore.
It pleased Donna to make all the guys want her. One of these days, she knew her Pa would have to give in and let her go out on dates. And, when he did, she wanted plenty of guys fighting to go out with her. Her greatest dream had always been to be the most popular girl at school.
And she was determined that her dream was going to come true. She'd prove to all those snooty, goodie-goodie, well-dressed, snobby girls that she could have any of their boyfriends that she wanted.
It was two-thirty in the afternoon when Donna began fidgeting in her seat. It was almost time for the dismissal bell, and she was anxious to leave. For two days in a row, she had gotten a ride with the same guy. Jake something or other and, she thought sure he'd be there waiting again today. She knew he was too old for her he was almost thirty but, the thought of a man eagerly awaiting her was terribly exciting.
Then, the bell rang! Pandemonium broke out in the hall. Someone even pinched Donna on the tit as they raced past her down the hall, but she never gave it, or its owner's hand, a thought. She hurried out the door and down the sidewalk, covering almost a block before she spotted the familiar black car.
"Hi ya, sugar. You riding today?" Jake called out softly.
"Guess so," Donna answered and hopped into the car.
They rode in absolute silence, not because neither of them had anything to say, but because Jake's hand was resting, lingering on Donna's bare thigh. It was something no one had ever done before.
Somehow, she knew it was wrong to feel so warm inside, or to allow his hand to remain but she just couldn't move.
Then about halfway home, Jake's fingers began to knead and caress the warm, silky thigh-flesh, never taking his eyes from the road. Steadily, his hand worked upwards, until the heat of Donna's crotch warmed the back of his hand.
"You're pretty nice," Jake finally said huskily, as he pulled onto the shoulder of the road and stopped. "Hey, don't be in such a hurry, honey," he added coaxingly, as Donna had started to open the door to get out the car.
"Well, I really ought to go. Pa will be expecting me," she said softly, yet lingering on.
"Just one kiss then before you go?" Jake whispered, and without removing his hand, he pulled her close and kissed her parted lips. Before she could protest, he had his hand inside her pants and had slid a finger into her warm hole. Swiftly, and expertly he examined and explored, satisfying himself that the tiny restriction was quite intact.
Jake knew that Donna was ripe and ready for the kill, and that she was just what Lew needed. Physically, she was still a virgin, but how she had stayed that way was a complete mystery to him. However, he mentally confirmed the fact that she wouldn't remain that way for long.
After a few gushing words of loving endearment, Jake allowed Donna to leave his car. But to be sure of the direction she took, he remained parked for several minutes, watching. With definite plans already formulating in his mind, he started his car back up and headed for Lew's.
"Hello, my friend! Help yourself to a drink," Lew said as Jake entered his study. "What's up?" he added.
"Lew. I think I've found just the thing to make you forget that Alice kid. I did a little finger-fishing, and I think I've got a dandy for you. Fact is, I think we could all have a ball with this little chick," Jake said, and proceeded to describe Donna.
"She sounds more like a slut than a virgin, Jake," Lew said. "Are you sure?" he asked, trying to not sound too eager.
"Well, my fingers have never lied before, and I don't think I've forgotten what a virgin wall feels like," he answered, reassuring his friend confidently. "Actually, I was hoping to make a little picnic out of her. You know, lunching in the woods? I could have her cunt, and you take her ass. Ralph and Manny, the two buddies I was telling you about, could have the leftovers.
"You know there's a safety in numbers, Lew, and four sounds like a fucking good number to me. How about it?" he asked.
For several minutes, Lew paced the floor of his study, lost in thought. Then, he seemed to come to a decision.
"Well, today is out. I've already made other plans. But you call your buddies and set it up for tomorrow. That way the chick will have the weekend to recuperate in," he suggested, then chuckled gleefully. He was beginning to feel better already.
"Good enough, Lew. Hey! She ought to warm you up for the party. It's only a week away, you know," Jake added, but was interrupted by the phone ringing.
Jake listened to Lew's side of the conversation, and became intrigued. "What's that all about, Lew?" he couldn't help but ask when Lew replaced the receiver.
"Well, that Lil of yours is a pretty good sort when she finds out you've got money to burn, like I have. When I visited her a few days ago, I mentioned a little item I had in mind. She just called to tell me she found what I was looking for.
"Seems there's a family down south in some little town that has about ten kids. A contact of Lil's is going to purchase the eighteen-year-old for me. After the party, I'm going to fly south to pick her up. But Jake, the important thing is, I'm going to have another Alice," Lew declared, for his spirits were really soaring. Everything was starting to jump and live again!
"Hey, I feel like a shower. Want to join me" he asked, and Jake agreed.
It was while they were lathering themselves and absent-mindedly fondling their own cocks that Lew said, "You're a better friend than a brother, Jake. Too bad you're not my sister. I could fuck you silly right now, if you were," and playfully, he tweaked at Jake's semi-hard cock with his soapy fingers.
"That's the best offer I've had all day, brother. Why don't you think of me as your sister?" Jake suggested softly and very seriously. He then turned and bent down to grab his ankles.
"If you want my ass, brother, take it quick. That cock of yours is pretty damn big and I might change my mind," he teased, wiggling his ass at Lew's growing staff.
For only a moment. Lew hesitated. Then quickly, while he had the urge, he gripped Jake's hips, and took his friend in the ass.
"You're as tight as Alice," Lew cried, and ground and thrust and pounded until he'd blown his mind.
Jake understood Lew's anguish and suffered the discomfort willingly. Besides, it was the best fucking he'd had in years. As for Lew, it was all the same to him. He loved ass fucking.
The next day, Jake was again giving Donna a lift. Suddenly he pulled to the side of the road. Quickly, he gripped Donna's curly head, and plunged his tongue into her gaping mouth. His cock was surging against his pants, just thinking about what was going to happen soon. He slid the zipper down, and released his rigid pole.
"I've got a treat for you, honey," he said, and watched Donna stiffen at the sight of his exposed erection.
"Pa would kill me," she whispered, and tried to get away from him.
"I'm not going to fuck you. baby. And this he'll never know about," he said. Then, with his hands still gripping her hair, he forced her to her knees on the floor. When he had her between his legs, he held her face to his crotch.
"Open those sweet lips, honey. Show me how grown up you are," he ordered. However, he had to gouge her cheeks with his thumbs before he was able to bury his rod in the moist warmth of her mouth.
"Don't bite it, sugar, Just suck it like a big baby's nipple. That's a girl," he coaxed, while Donna looked up at him out of panic-stricken eyes. Her rosy cheeks dented in and out, as she inexpertly, but obediently, sucked his cock.
"Drink it, baby, it's good for you," he groaned, forcing himself to be careful not to shove it all the way down her throat. In fact, he felt quite gentlemanly as he sank only half his rod, gently pressing his knob to her tonsils, allowing her room to swallow the great gushes of cream that were firing into her throat.
Tears ran down Donna's cheeks, as she was released from the car to dash off through the woods. It was all part of Jake's clever plan. Lew and Jake's two friends, Ralph and Manny, had been sitting on a damp log for almost an hour. They knew that Jake was going to warm the kid up a little, before dropping her off. But time was dragging for them. And then, all thoughts of the uncomfortable, slanted log were forgotten. They could hear the distant crunching of underbrush.
"Pull those stockings on, boys, and take your places. Wait till she passes that first tree before you grab her. Jake won't be too far behind," Lew instructed.
The three took their places and waited.
"Perfect," Lew whispered to himself, as Donna entered the small clearing, still wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Then, as she stopped for a moment to unroll the top of her skirt, Ralph and Manny stepped out, blocking her path. Each one quickly grabbed an arm, as Lew closed in behind her and slipped a gag over her head, adjusting it securely around her mouth so that she couldn't scream out.
The three men were just finished removing her clothing, when Jake trotted into the clearing, similarly masked.
"All right. Onto the log with her. Ralph, you hold her shoulders down," Lew directed, as Donna was placed on her back against the rough, damp trunk. "You two take an arm and a leg," he added, and proceeded to remove his pants, allowing Donna to watch as his great cock was revealed for her while his randy friends quickly carried out his instructions, spread-eagling the girl for him.
Lew's rod was enormous and hard as rock as he approached the trembling girl. Silently, he acknowledged that the girl was physically very mature for her age. She was pink and soft, and her huge breasts were as firm as rocks, and almost as big.
At the touch of Lew's hand, her skin shivered and little goose-bumps popped up, enhancing her innocence.
Her lovely, vulnerable cunt was surrounded by blonde, fuzzy curls, which formed a thick mat above her gaping, narrow slit. Her dark pink in-sides caused Lew's cock to bounce and ooze honey, in anticipation of its destination.
However, before doing anything else, Lew bent his face close, looking directly into her cunt, and sniffed deeply. God, how he loved the smell of ripe, untouched pussy. It made him forget ass-holes.
"It looks a little dry," he said huskily, and raising his stocking above her mouth, he thrust his tongue in and out and up and down, and round and round, savoring the young taste of her.
The log was at such an angle that Lew couldn't fuck her from a kneeling position, but from an awkwardly standing position. He had to straddle the log and lean forward, bracing his weight on his hands, one on each side of her.
"You'll have to hold her still, or I'll miss first try," he ordered. And Donna's twisting, gyrating hips were brought to a state of immobility by her captors as they pulled taut her legs, allowing Lew to press his dripping, enormous knob just inside her pussy lips.
"Now! Raise her legs up and back. I'm going in," Lew ordered. And, when she was ready, he lunged forward, letting his full weight sink his cock deep, pinning the ravished girl to the log.
For several moments, Lew remained motionless against her groin, nipping and sucking her gorgeous nipples, then pillowed his face against the heavenly sponginess of her breasts, and took several deep breaths.
Donna's stifled scream was heard by all four of the men. Then each became aware of the change in her tone, as her screams turned into moans and cries.
"Oh," Lew sighed as Donna's tight passage began gripping his tool with its milking muscles.
"Her pussy's a natural. She's gonna drain me," Lew said. Then, "I'll be damned!" he groaned, and began thrusting his hips with great speed and power, driving deep with every thrust.
Thrillingly, he felt the tightening deep within him, as his cream was being drawn from his balls, rushing forward to fill the void at the end of her mliking passage.
"I never believed she would take in all of me," Lew said breathlessly as he rested on top of her now motionless body. Then, with a rush of come and blood, he removed his long prick from her tight sheath, and began to clean himself off.
"It's my turn now, fellas. Flip her over while she's still dazed. It might make it a little easier on her," Jake said, and prepared himself for his own cherry-picking session with her ass.
"Wait!" Lew said, wiping the last of his mess on Donna's skirt. "I wouldn't want such a beautiful cunt to get scratched. Put this under that little pussy," he directed, and laughed as Ralph made a great show of spreading it neatly beneath the crotch that was now straddling the log.
Feeling out of the action, Manny also straddled the log, and rested Donna's face comfortably against his crotch, watching Jake initiate her tight little anus with his long, hungry plunger.
"Just like Lew to leave me the ass end," he said.
It was as Jake was pile-driving towards his finale, that Donna once more began to moan and cry.
"She's with us again, Jake," Ralph said. "I wonder if she's enjoyed our picnic, so far?" he asked, and all three observers laughed coarsely, until tears came to their eyes. Lew kind of wished he had taken the ass-hole as Jake had originally suggested.
"Can you two handle the rest by yourselves?" he asked as Jake cleaned himself off and began replacing his pants.
"Sure, Lew. We'll fix her up nice before Papa see his baby girl," Manny said, and laid Donna gently on a bed of leaves. "In fact, I'm gonna start fixing her up right now," and he proceeded to do so.
For a few seconds. Lew watched as Manny squeezed her two luscious mounds together, while gently fucking a path between them with his engorged pole. Each time his cock thrust through, it nudged her chin. Then, Ralph joined them on the ground, and Jake and Lew knew they were no longer needed.
"Don't forget you have to leave my thank you note," Lew said to the remaining men, and he and Jake left the scene.
They didn't forget that. Before they left the unconscious girl, they obediently stuffed the one-hundred dollar bill into her soaking cunt.
Meanwhile back at Lew's house, Lew personally thanked Jake for his picnic present. His thanks were potent and accepted with pleasure. A fuck in the ass.
As for Donna, when she came to after the rapes, she was alone. She got up uneasily and began staggering through the woods. She was near her Pa's house when she passed out. The next thing she knew, she heard the uneven stamping of her father's tread, long before she looked up into the brightness of his lantern. He stood silent for a long moment, gazing down at his daughter's naked, abused body.
"Here, Walter, carry the light," the older man said gruffly, lifting Donna into his arms. "Sal! Get back to the house, and turn down your Ma's bed!" he added.
"But we never use Ma's room," Sal said bravely.
"We're using it now. Your sister's too big to be sharing with boys any longer. Do as I say now, and hurry!" he ordered. And, because of his game knee, he headed slowly back along the trail, limping slightly and watching for holes.
"Shush now, girl," he said soothingly as Donna began sobbing into his shoulder. "It's all over, baby."
Gently, the older man laid her on the great bed.
"You boys go downstairs until I call you!" he ordered. Then, with a towel and a basin of warm water, he shut himself inside the dimly lit room with Donna.
"I'm sorry, Pa, it wasn't my fault, honest! You ain't going to paddle me, are you?" Donna sobbed, and cried fresh tears as her Pa proceeded to wash her sore body. He washed from her swollen red breasts, to her blood-smeared thighs.
"Your paddlin' will wait till you're healed," he said softly.
"Oh Pah, it hurts," she cried.
"Where, baby? Tell Pa where," he whispered. "Pa will fix it," he added, caressing and searching softly and tenderly.
"There, Pa. Oh!"
A short time later, her Pa whispered, "Now, sleep, Donna. Pa will be back later, honey. Pa will take good care of his girl. And Donna don't worry about that paddlin'. "
As the gray-headed man limped slowly down the stairs, he patted his pocket and said in a whisper, "Whoever you are, thanks, mister!"
CHAPTER NINE
Lew and Jake and Ralph and Manny and about four other men adjusted their masks, concealing their identities from the paying guests that were watching from peek holes all about the room.
After they had shed their clothing, they entered Lil's, knowing at least twenty pairs of eyes, at five hundred a clip, were watching them from now through the rest of the evening. And, because each of them knew where the peek holes were located, they situated themselves so that the party watchers would get their money's worth of viewing pleasure.
All eight men had gone without sexual relief for two days. So, with the aid of a shot of booze, each knew he'd be able to manage at least six shooting loads of cream.
They all planned to take part in the action with at least six different girls, all except Lew. He intended to watch and enjoy and perhaps play with a couple. But, the coup de grace for the evening was his, he wanted to save three good loads of cream for that event!
The room was suddenly in semi-darkness, with only a soft glow lighting up the areas where the girls were to be entertained and used by the gentlemen awaiting them.
And, to officially get the party under way, a stall was rolled into the center of the beam of light. It was made of glass so that all could see the upright, spread-eagled girl from every angle.
She was a beautiful brunette, about sixteen or seventeen. Her pale skin had been oiled so that she glinted with every breath she took and every movement she made. And did she move!
While one man approached her with a special little whip, flicking lightly at her breasts and down to her thighs, then teasing it across her shoulders and back and on down to her rosy buttocks, another man approached her, and filled her cunt with his eight-inch cock. Two other men look turns fucking her in the ass. In about a half hour's time, she took on five men in one way or another.
From that point on, one stall after another was wheeled into the room, each being softly illuminated to show off the well-anointed girl secured in some lewd fashion or other, in its center.
And every girl was well-used, and some abused, every performance bringing great pleasure to the participants as well as to the viewers. And then, because time passes swiftly when you're enjoying yourself, it was nearly one in the morning, and it was Lew's turn to shine.
The stall was wheeled into the dark room with only the one light on. Kneeling on a small dais about two feet high, was a glistening black girl who couldn't have been more than fifteen. Unable to move from her secured position, the girl was crying and tossing her head from side to side.
"I thought all the girls were well-paid and willing," Lew whispered to Jake.
"It's just an act she's putting on. Besides, she's probably a little afraid because this is her first time," Jake answered.
Knowing he was going to be the first one again. Lew strutted before the sobbing girl, also giving the viewers a thrill. He finally came to a stop just inches before her face. He spoke softly and sensuously to the girl, just loud enough so that every one could hear him, yet not raising his voice.
"I want you to suck my cock. And, if you don't do it to please me, my assistant will whip you until you do," he said. Then, taking her wet face 'twixt his two hands, he held her head steady and pressed his huge knob against her tightly closed lips.
At the first flick of the whip across her buttocks, her mouth flew open, conveniently allowing nearly half of Lew's cock to slide inside.
The contrast of his white cock entering her dark flesh excited Lew intensely. But she wasn't sucking, and he wanted her to suck.
By the time she had received six lashes across her ass, she was sucking madly. It only took her ten minutes to draw the milk from Lew's thrusting groin.
For some time afterwards, Lew walked round and round the girl, lewdly describing what he was going to do to her next. She hung her head in shame and cried. Meanwhile, he caressed her anointed flesh with his hand, everywhere and anywhere, giving his prick the brief time it needed to gain new strength.
Erotically, Lew caressed the girl's face with his sticky knob, while reaching beneath her to pull at her dangling breasts. Suddenly, he pinched both nipples hard. Her mouth flew open in surprise, and Lew pressed the tip of his cock inside her lips. The touch of her tongue was the final inducement his cock needed, and Lew was ready for putting to practice the things he'd been promising her.
The black girl shuddered visibly as Lew stood behind her, caressing in a lover-like fashion, her plump, jutting buttocks before parting her narrow cunt lips for all to see.
"All little girls have to become women some time, honey-child," he said so every one could hear. "And tonight is your night!"
With no further preparation, for she was well-greased inside and out, he placed his swollen knob at the lips of her cunt, then thrust hard, fast, and deep. His white pole disappeared into her dark depths, robbing her of her virginity.
After only two or three minutes of thrusting in and out deeply, letting her know just how generously she was being filled, he pulled his cock free. It was dripping with blood and goo as he pressed it at her tiny, puckered anus.
"You've got to be a woman all over, and you will be before I'm through," he promised the sobbing, moaning girl. He spread her slippery cheeks wide apart with his strong fingers and leaned his weight against her, deliberately filling her ass as slowly as he could, never stopping his forward motion until his groin was flat against her ass!
Lew ignored her screams. This was rape on the grandest scale, and the more she cried out, the more she goaded him on to a better performance, although she didn't know that she was doing so. All her pleas for help only built Lew's fire higher.
The girl had signed her name and accepted two hundred dollars in advance for what was happening to her, so Lew felt no remorse. And he knew he was going to make her earn her money.
For the last fifteen minutes of fucking the young black girl, he alternated from hole to hole until he knew his explosion was due. Then he backed away, lewdly allowing the paying guests to watch his mammoth load to arch upwards and drop aimlessly onto her writhing, pain-racked ass.
And, because he was now exhausted, Lew was content to lay back and watch his friends and co-fuckers for the evening finish with the girl until they tired of her.
Actually, Lew was so tired that he almost missed the most important announcement of the evening.. But, as Lil's voice began, Jake nudged him and Lew heard every word. His body was weak, but his mind was alert, for her words were aimed at him.
"To all my friends," her voice was saying, "I have a very special number for my finale which is not listed on your programs. It's a number I've come up with at the last minute as a special treat to one of my newest and finest clinets in appreciation of his patronage. He'll know whom I'm speaking of when I tell you all that my last young lady is called Alice."
Lew's eyes were unreadable as he watched the room go completely dark as the final stall was wheeled into the room.
Then, a bright orchid light swathed a young blonde girl that was kneeling on a cushion, smiling sweetly, and swaying her rosy buttocks at everyone, as though she encouraged them all to enjoy her pleasure with her. She was not secured in any way. She was free!
Lew's eyes dilated in anger and despair. But he was unable to move. He sat transfixed as the young blonde whistled softly, signaling a Doberman pinscher that pranced eagerly to her call. Savage stood before her face, licking her mouth while she parted her lips and licked her lips, mixing her saliva with his.
He then rose to his hind feet and rested his paws on her shoulders as she fondled his encased cock. As it poked its red nose out, she stuck her tongue way out and licked at it. It was the signal for Lew's dog to perform.
He dropped to his four feet and padded around her backside. At a word from her, he began to sniff and poke his nose between her closed thighs. In response," she then parted her legs, spreading her thighs apart, baring her entire groin to him. His eager tongue began lapping at every inch of her, from the top of her cunt all the way back up to her ass-hole.
The dog worked for several minutes preparing the girl, while also confirming his own territory. Then he stood up on his hind legs, gently dropping his front paws onto her shoulders. His long, red prong slid wetly out of its casing and nudged its way along her furrow until it found its way into the entrance of her pussy.
In an instant, he buried it inside of her and began fucking furiously for several minutes Alice cried out in climax as the dog growled and yowled his own expending in her cunt.
All through the performance. Lew had sat as one struck dumb. He could see his Alice, his own Alice, tied down and suffering the shame and pain.
But it was the Final act that drove Lew ij his feet.
"No, Alice! No!" Lew screamed, as the dog shifted to the ass-hole of the writhing, kneeling girl. As the animal's cock tore open the rectum. Lew fainted.
He didn't witness the most erotic performance of the evening, one that left all the men, inside and outside of the room, groaning and moaning and gripping their shooting cocks joyfully. He only remembered waking in a strange bed. He was still at Lil's.
"It wasn't your Alice," Jake whispered softly against the neck of his sobbing friend. "Lil thought she was doing you an honor."
"Thank heaven," was all Lew could whisper, gratefully accepting the comfort his friend freely gave him. As Lew pumped away in Jake's ass-hole he quickly forgot the terrible incident.
CHAPTER TEN
When Lew Bugger left Lil's, he vowed that never again would he abuse a woman, intentionally hurting her. That party experience completely turned him off to that kind of sex. In fact, it just about turned him off women entirely. For a long time, anyway. However, he did have this little thing with a woman called Zelda, which was kind of weird. Yet, it was his time with her that decided him on his future in regard to women.
Lew decided he needed to get away from everyone for a few days. And as he wasn't due to fly south for several days yet, he told Jake of his plans.
"First of all, Jake, I'm not going to take that girl. In fact, I'm never going to take a young girl again ever. I'm going to go down and see if I can give the family some financial aid. Then, I'll decide what to do with my life after that. But, for right now, I'm going to pack a couple of changes of clothes, and I'm going to get into my car, and just drive. I want to be alone and I don't want a woman. Somehow, I don't think I ever want a woman again!" he said, and sounded so vehement, that it even startled Jake.
"That's a pretty harsh statement to make, my friend," Jake said, wondering if Lew were really serious.
"I know, Jake. But I've given it a lot of thought. I've done some terrible things in the past couple of years and I'm thoroughly ashamed. I don't feel much of a man. However, there is something you can do for me. Come up and take a shower with me, and I'll tell you while we're there," he said.
Agreeably, for their showers in the past had been pleasant, Jake followed behind Lew, wondering what he could possibly have to tell him that could startle him more than his declarations of the past few minutes.
They were both soaped up and chatting like in the old days, when Lew made his request of his friend.
"Jake, I can't count the amount of women I've fucked in my lifetime. But I can count the ones I've raped. I feel soiled through and through. I remember telling Alice once, when I was angry, that love-making wasn't love-making, it was fucking. But, Jake, fucking is love-making. At least, it always used to be with me, and the partner or partners I was fucking with. Somehow, I have to pay for the misery and damage I've caused or I'll never be able to live with myself!"
"How can I help, Lew?" Jake asked, feeling sympathy for his friend and even understanding his feelings.
"How many times have I fucked you in the ass, Jake?"
"Well, about six times, I think, why?" Jake asked back.
"Would you say your cock was as big as mine?" Lew then asked.
"No. I think you've got an inch or two on me, but mine's just as thick across," Jake bragged, holding his cock out so that Lew could compare it with his.
"Well, my friend, you probably are not aware of the fact, but no one has ever fucked me in the ass. You once offered me your ass when I was in great need and I took it. I'm in great need again, my friend. But this time, I want you to fuck me. No! I don't want you to fuck it, I want you to rape it, like I've done to those helpless girls!" he said, and bent down to grasp his ankles.
For a moment, Jake didn't know what to think. But the sight of Lew's ass, his virgin ass, right before him was very tempting. Then, he made up his mind.
"I'll go easy, Lew, because I love you, you know that, don't you?" he said softly, pressing his soapy knob between Lew's cheeks, teasing at his hole while massaging Lew's cheeks with his soapy hands.
"I love you, too, Jake. But I said no making love. I said rape. And I mean rape! Please, Jake, fuck my ass as though you hated me and punish me so I can be free, rape me, help me, Jake, do it now!" and he gritted his teeth as he felt fingers of steel grip his ass cheeks, stretching them to their limits.
Lew knew it was going to hurt, and he wanted it to. But he was unprepared for the excruciating pain of the actuality, as Jake filled his tight ass in one savage thrust. In fact, he would have fallen over if Jake hadn't wrapped his arms around his hips.
Wildly, Jake pounded in and out with savage elation, hating himself for hurting the only man in the world he loved, yet glorying in knowing his temporary lover was a virgin, and rape goes to a man's head as nothing else does.
His grip around Lew's hips was so tight that he didn't realize that Lew was unconscious, until he blew his load deep inside of him. As sanity returned to Jake, he regretted his abandoned self-control and prayed he hadn't killed his beloved friend.
From that moment on, Jake was tenderness itself. And, when Lew awoke in bed with Jake's arms around him, they both cried against each other until they had convinced each other of friendship for life, and drifted off into sleep.
It was five o'clock in the morning when Lew drove his Rolls out of the driveway, and headed southwest. He had promised Jake to inform him if he needed him in any way, and also promised to return before flying south the following week.
Lew drove for five hours, then stopped for a light snack. He washed up and went to the bathroom, then was on his way.
He never once consulted a map, and except for an occasional road sign, had no idea of where he was. He had driven until he could hardly see. His eyes were so tired, he decided that he'd stop at the first motel he came to.
However, the road he was on didn't seem to even have any civilization on it. He could see nothing but fields and trees in any direction.
He was about decided that he'd just have to pull off the road and sleep in the car, going without food when he thought he caught the gleam of a light far ahead and to the left. So, he headed for it.
If it turned out to be nothing but a reflection, then he'd pull over and sleep. But he had to find out for sure.
It turned out to be a small farmhouse, with a light glimmering in an upstairs window. Lew pulled into the long drive and turned off the motor of his car.
His legs were so tired, he actually staggered up to the front door. He had to wait almost five minutes before he heard someone coming.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" a plump, middle-aged woman asked, as the light from her small sitting room revealed Lew's tired form for her.
"Well, ma'am, I've been driving for hours, and I thought I'd come across a motel, or something. But I didn't. I wonder if you and your husband would allow me to rent a bedroom for the night, and perhaps a meal. I'll pay you well, and I'll be away early in the morning," he said.
"Come in with me. My old man wouldn't care anyway," she said, and led Lew into the kitchen. "Me name's Zelda. What's yours?" she asked, as she set about fixing some bacon and eggs.
"It's Lew," he said in return, almost fainting at the wonderful aroma of the meal she was preparing. He didn't know that a simple meal of bacon and eggs could taste so wonderful. Of course, he hadn't ever been so hungry before.
Gratefully, he ate every bite, and even drank a glass of buttermilk on being informed there wasn't any coffee in the house.
Finally, Zelda led him up the stairs, and showed him where he could sleep. The room wasn't elegant like the rooms he was accustomed to, but it contained a bed that looked and felt comfortable. He smiled his thanks to Zelda, and as soon as she had closed the door behind her, he threw off every stitch of his clothes and climbed beneath the covers. In moments, he was sound asleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lew almost laughed out loud when he woke to stare into two, sagging, fat breasts. At least, he thought they were breasts, even though they looked nothing like the delicate mounds he had always enjoyed in the past.
"You were crying and shouting out something awful in your sleep, dearie. And the only way I could quiet you down was to get in bed and let you have your way with me," Zelda said, looking Lew straight in the eye, just daring him to laugh or deny her words.
"I'm sorry, Zelda, and thank you for whatever it was I had my way with," he said, and started to get out of bed, hoping to hide the twinkle in his eyes.
"Not so fast, young man. You just listen here a minute," she said, pausing for breath, as he recovered himself.
"You made me some promises last night, and I expect you to keep 'em. I locked up your car like you asked and I hid away the keys. You said you wanted to be alone with only me for just a couple o' days. Well, Lew, you've got me, and I'm holding you to your words. But I'll not be treated like some slut like last night. It's been ten years since I been loved with a pecker the size of yours, that's how long my Jim's been dead.
"I aim to have hours of loving out of it before you leaves me. Maybe loving with a lady will teach you some manners. When you find out how to use that thing proper, I'll let you go, not before," she said at last, and lay back to let Lew absorb her words.
"Oh, you can walk out of here stark naked as you was born if you wants," she added, as Lew got to his feet and looked down at her in disbelief, "but there ain't a house within fifteen miles of here, and you'll soon have a lovely sunburn to show off, if anyone happens by to give you a lift. "Course, I should tell you that your car's the first one that's been by in three days."
Knowing she had won, Zelda patted the bed beside her.
"Come on, honey, it ain't gonna kill you to be a gentleman. Besides, by the look of you, you could use a little cunny yourself," she coaxed, pointing to Lew's groin.
Against his will, and even with looking at the grotesque, fat female waiting and watching him, Lew saw that his cock was really standing out, tall and hard.
"It wouldn't be right, Zelda. What would people say if they heard about it?" Lew said, trying to think of something, anything to get him out of his predicament.
"Ain't nobody," she answered simply.
"Well, could I use the bathroom first." he asked resignedly, and she took him where to go.
Lew peed and washed his face and hands. At first, he had been disgusted at the woman's suggestion. But the more that he thought about it, the funnier it seemed. It would certainly be an experience to tell Jake about. And it wasn't like he was fucking a woman of his own free will, or raping anyone. Hell, who would want to rape that plump-fat naked, middle-aged widow. Why, he hardly considered her a woman.
So, Lew decided to give the poor soul a good time for a day and a night. She'd have something to remember the rest of her life. He didn't guess too many men, with huge cocks, were going to drop into her life in the near future, and he supposed fat people like sex as much as thin, pretty ones.
Smiling, he returned to the bedroom, and found Zelda patiently waiting for him.
"I just don't know what to do first, Zelda," Lew said, for he really had no idea of how to go about forcing himself to treat her like a loving woman.
"You kin just close your eyes and pretend, Lew. I'll tell you what to do. and you can do it, if you want," Zelda suggested.
"All right, sweet Zelda. You call the tunes, and I'll do the piping," he said, and sat on the side of the bed, awaiting his first instruction.
"Did you ever suck a cunny?" Zelda asked softly.
"Sure," he answered.
"Good. Then I know I don't have to tell you how to do it. But can you do it till I come? I ain't come in years!" she said.
Turning back the covers, Lew knelt between her legs. The woman might have been plump, but she was not grotesque as Lew's first impression had told him. When she spread her legs for him, she didn't look bad at all.
He fingered her experimentally, searching through the folds of outer flesh until he found her cunt opening. Then, holding the lips open, he lowered his face. She had a musky scent, but a clean one. And, after his first tentative lick with his tongue, he found she didn't taste bad, either. And, before long, he actually began to enjoy her cunny, as she called it, and discovered, upon searching, that she had about the largest clit he'd ever encountered. He gripped it lightly between his teeth, and whipped it steadily for a minute with his tongue. Then he just sucked.
Plump fingers twined themselves in his hair, holding his head in place. Zelda ground her hips round and round, and Lew found himself willingly sucking at her rigid little pecker and squeezing her plump bottom, helping her to climb higher and higher.
Then, hungrily, he began to suck and gulp, as her rusty but tasty juices began to flow heavily, and Zelda moaned and cried out in delight. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes. And, when it was over, she pulled Lew up to her, and tenderly kissed his lips and thanking him for such beautiful love-making.
Lew was actually sincere when he thanked her for the nicest breakfast he'd had in ages.
"Breakfast!" Zelda said, and jumped off the bed. "I forgot you'd be wanting some food. If you promise you won't run off down the street, I'll lend you my Jim's robe to wear while you eat," she said. And, when Lew promised, she fetched him a flannel robe that just came to his knees. He didn't even feel ridiculous, although he looked it, as he went down to breakfast. He felt pretty damn good.
In a plain housedress that she'd pulled on over her naked body, Zelda set about fixing enough flapjacks to feed two men. And Lew did justice to them, leaving only two that he just couldn't find any more room for.
One thing that did please Lew tremendously was that Zelda discovered she did have a couple of tea bags. So, instead of having to down some more buttermilk, Lew enjoyed two cups of tea. And, in the comfort of a homely, over-stuffed chair, he found himself confiding in Zelda. Before he knew it, he'd just about told her the story of his life, leaving out names, of course.
"I don't know what got into me, Zelda. But I'm sorry to burden you with such filth," he said when he heard the mantle clock strike twelve.
"Let's go back to bed, my boy. What you need is some good, old-fashioned loving. And I've got plenty of it to spare," she said, and led him meekly by the hand back up the stairs and into the bedroom.
By the next morning, Lew had a new outlook on life. He had made love to Zelda a dozen times. Oh, she hadn't been able to bend her legs up over her head, or any of those other crazy positions so many slim women can perform, but she was a real woman, and she gave Lew a real woman's love in every way she could. And they both enjoyed every moment of it.
Even when Zelda had asked him, almost shyly, if he'd fuck her doggie-style, he'd complied. It had taken him some time to separate her folds of flesh before he could get his knob inside her cunt. But, when he got going, it excited him every time his belly slapped against her fleshy, bouncing buttocks. They always seemed to be in the way, yet they never actually hampered him in any way.
By the second day, Lew found he didn't want to wait for Zelda to tell him what to do. He took his own initiative, even tenderly fondling her lax breasts and nursing on her withered nipples until they hardened and grew, delighting him that he was able to bring such a change in her neglected sex life.
But it was the tenderness and gentleness with which she cradled and sucked his cock that meant the most to Lew.
Her fingers may have been plump and roughened with work, but they worked at him for over an hour, building him up, then letting him down at the right moment, then building again. She had a magic touch, that made her seem almost beautiful when she finally slid her mouth over the satin of his knob.
Gently and slowly, she sucked at it merely caressing his balls while she did so, never working at his cock at all. And Lew hadn't had to move a muscle. He never even undulated his hips or attempted to fuck her mouth. He just laid there, letting Zelda enjoy herself, while he enjoyed the most wonderful sensations.
His sudden ejaculation into her mouth was as much a surprise to him as it was to her. She had built him up and eased him down so much, that he was only savoring the blissful feeling of content she was giving him. It was the last build-up that she had neglected to catch in time, that left him limp and satiated, his cock resting softly against one thigh, while her face rested against his other thigh.
Lew then did an impulsive thing. He gently pulled the strange woman up into his arms, and kissed her on the lips, easing his tongue into her mouth. Their unusual kiss lasted a long time.
Looking deeply into her hazel eyes, Lew merely said thank you to her, and folded her ample form against him, and went to sleep. When he woke, his face was pillowed against her warm, wagging breasts, and he felt like a man reborn.
Lew was even a little choked with emotion two mornings later, when he kissed Zelda softly on the cheek and bid her farewell. As he drove away, heading for home, he was glad that she'd refused the money he'd offered her for giving him mentally and physically what no other woman had ever given him, peace!
At the first greenhouse he came to, he ordered a dozen climbing rose bushes, and two dozen long-stemmed roses to be delivered to her with only a card that said: thank you for love!
Lew knew now what he was going to do with the rest of his life. He was going to find himself a wife, and settle down and raise a family. The wild life he had led was over and done with.
Of course, he didn't intend telling anyone about it yet. They'd probably just laugh and suggest a night on the town would fix him up good. But, after his trip south, he'd begin his search, and when he found her, he'd marry her, and announce it to his friends when it was done.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was late Sunday night when Lew booked into a hotel in Kansas City. He planned to get a good night's sleep. Then, in the morning, he'd hire a car and drive out to where the widow lived and see what he could do for the impoverished family.
He had just picked up the phone to call room service, when there was a knock on the door. Replacing the receiver, he went to the door.
"Mr. Bugger, sir?" the young man asked, holding out a yellow envelope in his hands. At Lew's nod, the youth added: "Telegram, sir."
After closing the door, Lew tore open the envelope, wondering what could be so important for someone to send him a telegram.
"Trouble. Call Jake."
"Damn!" Lew muttered, and grabbed up the phone again. It only took a few minutes to get his call through and in another few seconds Jake was on the line.
"For shit's sake, Jake. What's wrong?" Lew asked, not knowing what to expect, but never expecting what Jake said in reply.
"I'm glad I caught you in time, Lew," Jake said, and went on to relate what had happened. "Whatever you do, don't go out to the widow. I never thought to tell Lil about your change in plans. And somehow or other, the people changed their minds and the police got involved. I got Ralph to get a small ad in the paper, advertising for a maid, giving Lil's address to correspond to. You see, when they questioned Lil, she got excited and told them she was supposed to hire a young maid for your wife and the southern girl was going to be it. Because she couldn't think of what else to say, she said that you were on your honeymoon and she was supposed to have the maid before your return. What a mess, huh?"
"Shit, Jake. Isn't my life screwed up enough? Well, see if you can get things straightened out while I'm down here. I'll see what I can come up with. Maybe if I just send an anonymous sum to the widow, it will soothe their egos and they'll drop their charges. I'll let you know what else I come up with whenever I come up with something," Lew said angrily and slammed the phone.
He had had such good intentions! He was going to help the family, then he was going to vacation from one place to another until he found a woman willing to look across the breakfast table at him for the rest of her life. Someone he would love and who would love him.
"Now this shit comes up and ruins everything!" he cursed, and called room service, ordering enough booze for a party.
While he waited for his spirits to arrive, he outlined an ad for the next day's paper. When the waiter arrived with his tray, he gave him the folded sheet and instructed him that it was to be called in to the local paper in the morning. He knew if he waited to do it himself, he'd chicken out.
For the rest of the evening, he drank himself into a stupor, passing out in his chair, where he slept until the morning.
On Tuesday morning, the hotel lobby was filled with girls, all applying to his ad: "Assignment for short duration. No experience necessary. Generous payment."
Lew interviewed them all and systematically sent each one away with a twenty in her greedy fist. He was thoroughly disgusted.
It seemed there wasn't a virgin in the whole city! And when the afternoon brought forth the same results, he was completely depressed.
Feeling frustrated, he hired a car and drove into the country. If he couldn't wait to find a wife in the normal way, he was damned if he was going to settle for someone else's leftovers!
However, the beauty of his surroundings soothed his nerves and he found himself thinking of Zelda and the words she had said to him. It gave his morale a boost. He'd place another ad, this time he'd word it differently. Maybe he'd have better luck.
Over a cup of coffee in his room. Lew read over his ad before calling it in. "Prim, young woman needed immediately to accompany gentleman to Illinois. Generous wages and benefits. Not interested in adventuresses. Apply Tower Hotel."
Lew was aware that if he wasn't the sexually experienced man that he was, that he wouldn't be so particular. Some of the girls hadn't been too bad looking, they might even have served his purpose. But it was the principle of the thing. Originally he'd thought it would take upwards of a year to find the woman he sought.
And just because he couldn't afford to take that much time, there was no reason for him to lower his standards. However, he'd about made up his mind that his task was going to be impossible and, if he couldn't find what he wanted, he'd settle for something less as long as she was decent and innocent.
He figured that, for a price, the woman would marry him after a determined length of time, with the understanding that at the end of that time, they would divorce. Then he'd search for his life-time mate.
The phone rang. "Yes," Lew said, and listened for a moment. Then, "Send one up each time one comes down," he instructed, and replaced the phone.
He studied his appearance in the mirror, looking at his hand-tailored suit, he decided he was quite distinguished looking, except for his busted nose, which he could do nothing about. He had felt that plastic surgery wouldn't have been for him.
It would have been like looking at a stranger in the mirror. Whoever he married would have to accept his face! However, he did know that the right kind of woman wouldn't mind his face. After all, he was a virile, masculine man and he was wealthy.
As the first knock came, he wished that this would be his lucky day. Quickly, he admitted the first applicant.
It seemed to take hours for Lew to interview all the applicants and then turn them all away. He was so fatigued that he could hardly eat his lunch. He almost dreaded the batch that he expected to appear after lunchtime.
He even was beginning to wish he hadn't advertised at all. He should have gone to another city.
He decided that if nothing turned up this afternoon, he would definitely move on and try his luck elsewhere. There had to be a decent young woman somewhere!
And then at one-fifty, he opened his door to the girl he knew he was going to make his wife! The thought hit him like a brick and he knew there would be no divorce!
Zelda had taught him that he had great potential in him. He would be patient and he'd teach his wife to love him and he would love her. It was as simple as that and the determination took him only a fraction of a second to come to.
The girl was of medium height, about twenty, and she had a crown of red hair that he could only describe as flaming glory! It fascinated him!
She had a lovely face and he couldn't have guessed at her figure since she was wearing a shapeless shift that concealed her body from his discerning eyes.
"Come in," Lew said, leading her to a comfortable chair. He could tell by the way she walked, and by the way she returned his gaze, that no man had ever possessed her. His kind of man could tell, without a doubt.
There was silence in the room as Lew also took a chair and continued to look with awe at her hair. He could picture himself spreading her flames across his belly. What a fire that would build! And then he realized he shouldn't be thinking those kind of thoughts.
That would come later and only if his wife was a willing partner to it according to Zelda's opinion.
The girl's cough brought him out of his trance and, for the first time in his life, Lew almost blushed with embarrassment! He hoped she hadn't been able to read his mind. And then he noticed that her cheeks were very pink also. He must have been staring for quite a while.
"I apologize, my dear. But your hair is breathtakingly beautiful. I've never seen hair that color," he said. He then forced himself to concentrate on the business at hand.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lew Bugger. I live in Illinois. And, for reasons I cannot explain at the present, I need to return home with a legal wife for a few months. I should expect you to return with me, and play the part convincingly. In the fall, if you desire it, there could be a separation, with a settlement of ten thousand dollars."
"That's my offer in a nutshell," he said, and wondered why he'd said ten thousand when he'd planned to say one thousand.
He decided it wasn't important. She would be worth every penny of it and more!
"Ten thou-" she stammered. "I'm Belle Thomas. But I had no idea you had marriage in mind. I'm afraid I'm not interested in a husband. I guess I'm not suitable for the position," she said and appeared stunned at his offer.
Yet, her voice had remained cool and dignified, showing Lew that she had a great deal of self-control.
"Is it because of my face?" he asked.
"Of course not. I'm just definitely not in the market for marriage to any man," she said firmly.
Lew was shaken at the idea that this girl might slip through his fingers. Attempting to shake her up, and perhaps to force her hand, he said, "Miss Thomas! You came here knowing the position required you to accompany a man out of the state. Am I to believe that you're not the kind of woman interested in propriety, the conventions?"
"Certainly not! You misunderstood me! I naturally assumed that you had a family of some kind and that I would be needed in a servile capacity of some kind. As badly as I need the money, sir, I just can't see marrying for it," she said stiffly, and rose to her feet with every intention of leaving the room, and walking right out of Lew's life.
However, Lew was a master and was able to talk off the top of his head when need be. He was well aware that he could charm any woman on two feet, even with his face, if he put his mind to it, and now was going to be the test of his ability!
"Please, Miss Thomas," he said. "I've had a most trying week, and so far you are the only decent young woman that has qualified for the position! I am desperate! If I could somehow convince you that until a few days ago, I had no intention of taking a wife yet, would you reconsider. I assure you, this marriage would only be a temporary arrangement, and I'll even make you a vow. If you will publicly appear to be a normally affectionate wife, I will never violate your person! Believe me, you would have to beg me to make advances to you!" He spoke his piece convincingly, looking at her as though the idea of touching her body actually repelled him.
It wasn't until after the words were out of his mouth and said that it occurred to him what he had promised. He'd promised not to touch this woman that he wanted! If there was one thing about Lew that was for real, it was the fact that he was a man of his word.
If she accepted his proposition he'd keep his word! It didn't mean he wouldn't do all he could to make her beg him!
"I don't know," she whispered. Then she was silent before she asked, "Would you would you consider paying me in advance?" Her voice became a whisper.
"Are you engaged in any way with another man?" Lew asked with a bit of anger.
"No, sir," she said softly.
"Then you must need the money badly! I'll tell you what I'll do. Because I'm in a bind, I'll give you the money. I'll take a chance and trust you; as you will be trusting me. However, let me warn you, if for any reason you run out on me you'll find I can be quite unscrupulous! I would find you wherever you'd go and you'd pay dearly! I would not countenance being crossed, not even by someone as lovely as you!"
Shyly, Belle accepted the hand extended towards her and sealed their agreement. Lew then offered her tea; and while they waited for it to arrive, he took down all the vital details he would need.
An hour later, they arranged to meet at ten-thirty the following morning at the bank. Final arrangements would be ready at that time.
Nervously, Lew paced the floor at the home of the Justice of the Peace. So far everything had gone smoothly. But would she show up today? He had paid her the agreed money and they had applied for their license and had their blood tests.
Just this morning Lew had checked out of the hotel, wondering why he was so eager to change his status from bachelor and man about town to a legally married man, with no loving wife. Somehow, he knew it meant a great deal to him and he wondered if his unloving wife would ever become a loving one.
He also knew that if she didn't show up this morning his fury would be unmatched by any other groom in history!
And then he gave a sigh of relief! Belle opened the door and stepped into the room, wearing a white sheath dress under an inexpensive fur jacket. This time her glorious hair was neatly coiled at the nape of her neck.
One glance at her told Lew that she was the only woman he would ever want for the rest of his life! He could give no explanation, but he knew!
To impress the Justice, Lew gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and motioned for him to start the ceremony.
It was as they were getting into the taxi a short while later that Lew noticed the shapeliness of her calves. For the first time he wondered what the rest of her looked like.
"Well," he mused, "there's plenty of time to find out, and I will find out! After all, she is my wife and I never promised not to look!"
Then they were on their way to the airport.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"We'll be staying a few days in Chicago," Lew informed his wife, as the stewardess brought them coffee. "I have some "business to take care of, and you have to shop for a wardrobe. Then we'll have a short honeymoon, in separate rooms, of course, before we head for home," he said.
"That won't be necessary, the clothes, I mean," Belle said in an icy tone. "I don't want you to spend any more money on me. I've been paid and you've already done quite enough," she said, feeling guilty for having accepted such a large sum of money, giving him no explanation of what she'd done with it and giving him very little in return for his overly generous investment.
"You aren't afraid of becoming obligated, are you, my dear?" Lew teased and chuckled at her embarrassment.
In Chicago, he took her to the chic and expensive Anton's Boutique.
"I shall leave my wife in your capable hands, Anton," Lew said. "When I collect her at noon, I shall expect everything, according to my specifications on this list, to be packed into new luggage and ready to go. You shall be paid in cash and I want nothing cheap." Then, after dutifully kissing his wife on the lips, he turned and left the boutique.
He could feel Belle's angry eyes boring into his back. He was still the boss, and he chuckled at her frustrated fury. He even laughed out loud; something he hadn't done for ages and didn't give a damn that people were looking at him. He had someplace to go, the secret apothecary shop of a certain Mr. Poe.
Catching a taxi, he hopped in and gave the address he wished to be taken to. As the cab finally turned down a street lined with distinguished, rich-looking homes, Lew knew that Poe would have a covering of respectability about them.
After telling the cabby to wait. Lew went up to the front door and knocked. When the maid opened it, he said, "Tell Mr. Poe that Mr. Bugger is here. I'll wait."
His wait was brief. A rotund, little man gushingly ushered him inside, unable to be kind enough to the man who had patronized him for so many years.
"I'm so happy to meet you in person. Anything I can do for you will be an extreme pleasure," he gushed and led Lew into his study. "Now what is your desire, sir?" the greedy, little man asked.
Lew described the particular serum he wanted, and the amount he wanted of it. "Remember, I want the tasteless kind. The one I can put into tea and not change the taste," he instructed. Poe poured Lew a glass of brandy and asked him to be seated, promising what he needed within a few moments.
The little man rushed from the room down to his room below where he kept a supply of goods locked up. And, because Lew Bugger was one of his very preferred customers, he returned to his study in minutes, carrying a small square box.
"The bottles are inside, sir, and are merely labeled 'do not take internally.' That's for the benefit of anyone coming upon them unexpectedly. We wouldn't want someone to take it thinking it were cough medicine," he said, laughing at his own joke.
Lew drew out his wallet. "Oh, you can send me a check anytime, Mr. Bugger," Poe said.
"I'd rather pay now," Lew said, and handed the man two five-hundred-dollar bills. He was anxious to get out of the same room with the obnoxious creature.
When he'd returned to his waiting cab, he directed him to take him to the best hotel in town.
When he arrived, he registered an entire suite for himself and his wife which consisted of two bedrooms and a sitting room, with a bath off of each bedroom. There was also a small dining alcove which stood before a thick, fuck rug. Lew was satisfied and hoped Belle would be impressed.
He ordered flowers to be sent to the suite and ordered a special luncheon to be served in their room at one. He then left to pick up his wife. His wife! The words sounded wonderful. When Lew arrived at the boutique to pick up his wife, everything was in readiness. He paid the bill and escorted Belle out to the cab. They sat together in the back seat while her luggage was loaded into the trunk. He even took her hand in his and held it. "Remember, we're in public," he whispered, and cherished her discomfort, knowing it wouldn't always be this way.
For the next few days, Lew courted his wife in every way but physically. He took her to the finest restaurants, treated her to the theaters, and even took her dancing, something he hadn't done since he was twenty.
And because she was shy and wasn't too good a dancer, Belle didn't mind that his two-step wasn't the latest mode in dancing and willingly followed his head.
If only Lew could tell her what her nearness was doing to him. It was doing so much to his cock that he purposely had to sit out several dances or his erection would have caught the eye of everyone in the room.
When finally he had himself in control, he suggested that they return to their hotel. Before retiring for the night, he informed Belle that on the morrow they would be going home.
Lew called, once he was alone, and informed Mike of their returning. He left instructions for his car to be at the depot.
"Well, what do you think of your new, temporary home?" Lew asked his bride over coffee.
"It's lovely, Lew. Especially the library! I'm looking forward to reading some of the books, if you don't mind," she answered.
She didn't know that Lew hadn't read a single book in his library, none of the decent ones. And she didn't mind at all when Lew mentioned that he was looking forward to an occasional evening of her reading aloud to him. Casually, he told her she had a lovely speaking voice, trying to make the compliment sound casual, yet convincing.
Lew knew by the slight aloofness in her voice that Belle was peeved at him over the business of the new wardrobe. Especially since he'd burned every item of clothing she had brought from her own home.
What he didn't know was that Belle had never had such exquisite materials against her skin in her life! She felt like a queen and wished she wasn't too shy to thank him properly, and also wished she was the kind of person that could respond to him naturally, but just couldn't.
"How's your maid working out?" Lew asked, breaking into her thoughts. "If she's not satisfactory, I'll get someone else," he said.
"Oh, no! Jane is fine," she answered. "Although I really don't need a maid. I've never had one before," and her voice softly trailed away as she realized how very much her family had had to do without over the years, ever since ... but no, she forced herself not to think about it anymore!
Lew knew already, without having to ask his wife, just how good Jane was working out. Mike had liberally described her capabilities and some of the cute, new ideas she had introduced into his sex life.
Also, she had jumped at the chance of making a nice little bonus every week for doing a special little favor for Lew.
"Remember Jane, only two drops in her tea every night, just before she retires. And, if she forgets ordering her tea, just go ahead and fix it. I want her to learn to depend on her bedtime tea and expect it. She has a sickness, but she isn't aware of it. Her doctor has prescribed this medicine and it's my duty to see she gets the proper dosage every single night. That's why it's labeled like it is. If she happened to come across it, you're to pretend it's a disinfectant or something."
Jane agreed and also offered to serve him in any other way he desired. Lew promised that if he needed anything he'd call upon her and pay her well besides.
However, for all that Belle felt like a queen and was treated with kindness and consideration by her husband and his staff, she was really an unfortunate woman, at least according to her husband's standards. She'd reached the age of twenty-two, and had never been fucked, and never intended to be. Therefore, she couldn't even look forward to ever having any children and basically, Belle was the type of woman that needed children.
It seemed that just the idea of a man touching her naked flesh made her sick. She could hardly stand to go to a doctor, even for a sore throat.
She was very grateful that her husband wasn't the type of man to break his word, or the kind that would attack a woman and use her for his own lustful pleasure. Little did she know. But she wouldn't think about it anymore. She didn't know why she was thinking about it now. But sometimes she itched down there.
As September rolled in, Belle knew her days were numbered! Lew had told her in the beginning that their marriage could be annulled and Belle expected him to come home one day and inform her that the wheels were already in motion.
It's too bad that she didn't know that Lew was just as worried that she would mention it to him. He'd done so much to try to build a kind of affection between them. He'd sat for hours in the library listening to her read books or poems that never would have held five minutes of his attention if anyone else was reading them. But he willingly suffered it, just to be in her company, forcing her to become used to his presence and his looks! He longed to touch her, but refused to be less than the man of his word. He waited and hoped.
Belle began staying up just a little later at night, for she was enjoying the companionship of her husband. By eleven, after drinking her tea, she was too tired to stay awake. All her life she had kept early hours and the habits of her system were hard to change.
So, yawning, she would say a pleasant goodnight and go to her room, never knowing for sure what time Lew went to his. Belle always kept their connecting door locked. It wasn't that she didn't trust Lew, but she remembered.
Lately though, instead of falling asleep, she found she lay sleepless. She was beginning to have the strangest feelings, yearnings, almost. More than once she had dozed off, only to wake a short while later finding her hand locked between her legs. The desire to rub at herself had been almost overpowering.
Belle was shocked and ashamed. Except for persona! hygiene, she had never touched herself sexually la her life. These episodes were becoming more frequent and more alarming to her. She needed help. She wanted help.
She was too mortified at her shameful behavior to consult a doctor. And she couldn't call her moth-r and ask her about it on the phone. She certainly couldn't mention it to her husband, who wasn't her husband at all.
"What am I going to do?" she cried into her pillow as the sensations in her groin became a burning itch that she was finding harder to eradicate Shafelt so degraded, when she was forced to rub. but it did seem to make it feel better, warmer, almost thrilling.
It was four o'clock in the morning when Lew returned from Jake's and climbed wearily into bed. Except for the comfort he received from his friend, and it wasn't what he craved, he was getting no sexual relief. Up until his marriage, there'd rarely been a day or a night when he hadn't been sexually satisfied several times.
It was beginning to drive him crazy being married to a beautiful, curvaceous redhead, that he was honor-bound not to touch. She tantalized him during his working hours and haunted him during his sleeping hours.
At times, he ached just to grab her and throw her down and sock it to her; right on the library floor, or wherever they were. His frustration over his carelessly given promise was becoming paramount.
Disgruntled with his thoughts, Lew plumped up his pillow and rolled onto his side. He hoped sleep would come quickly. At least in his dreams, he had more luck with his bride, often waking to find masses of sticky goo on his belly and on his sheets.
He was just beginning to doze off when Belle's blood-curdling scream startled him to his feet. Without pausing for his robe, he kicked open the locked door between their rooms and raced to her side.
His heart pounded against his ribs, as he took in the sight of her luscious body, revealed by her transparent nightgown, while she was viciously tearing her pillow to shreds.
"You filthy beast! You're killing her!" Belle screamed, clawing at her pillow with her nails.
Her flaming mass of hair wildly caressed her back and shoulders and covered one of her breasts.
And then, she looked up! As her glazed eyes discovered his presence, she again screamed wildly, not recognizing him!
"Please, not me too!" she cried and began to weep hysterically.
Hating himself, but knowing he had to do it, Lew raised his hand and slapped her sharply across her neck. Then, dropping to her side on the bed, he pulled her into his arms, where she cried and drew comfort from his warmth and strength.
Lew could hardly believe he was holding the softness of his wife's nearly naked body against his own naked, hairy chest! His cock was rock hard, and poking against her. Quickly, so as not to frighten her, he pulled a section of her sheet against his groin, hiding the sight of his hungry tool from her vision.
"Are you better now?" he asked tenderly.
Belle nodded, but said nothing. Her flesh was tingling at her husband's nearness and her crotch was beginning to burn like hell.
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong, honey," he whispered, the endearment slipping out. "That wasn't just a nightmare, was it?" he added.
"I was a coward, and they killed my sisters!" she sobbed.
"Can you tell me about it?" he coaxed.
"No!" Belle cried, fright lighting up her eyes.
"All right, we'll leave it until another time," Lew whispered and rocked her softly.
"Belle, put it out of your mind! Come!" Lew said, slipping her robe about her shoulders and lifting her off the bed. "You can't sleep in this mess," he added, looking about them at the mess she created. "You'll spend the night with me. Don't be afraid, Belle. I won't break my promise," he assured her, carrying her through the doorway and tucking her under the covers.
"I'll be right here beside you if you need me," he added, no longer thinking about his nakedness. But as he stretched out beside her, he became very aware of it. With a soft moan, he rolled onto his stomach, shielding the aching spurts that soaked the sheet beneath him.
"Tomorrow," Lew decided. "I'll get my shiny good luck piece and find out what's troubling Belle."
Belle could hear his regular breathing. And, strangely, she knew that she was no longer afraid of Lew and never would be again. His nearness was bothering her tremendously.
"Please, let it stop itching!" she prayed.
Ever so slowly, she eased closer to the warm, hard body beside her, until her flesh just barely touched his hip. As their flesh met, the wildest sensation raced through her. She pressed her pussy against his hip and draped her arm across his back. As warm waves seemed to soothe her groin, she slept.
It was past noon when Lew awoke. For a moment, he thought he had dreamed the events of the night before. But as his eyes were drawn to the splintered door, he smiled. It wouldn't be long now! She'd soon lose her bashfulness! He vowed to encourage her in every way he could without breaking his word.
As tantalizing pictures filled his thoughts, he pressed the buzzer, informing the kitchen he was awake.
While he waited for his tray, Lew marveled at his self-control. He couldn't ever remember sleeping with any woman without making love to her.
Yet, he had slept beside his wife and had slept soundly. He could still feel the soft fullness of her breasts as he had comforted her against his naked chest. His thoughts were about to relive the entire event all over again when he was interrupted by a soft knock.
"Come in," he called, expecting one of the maids. But to his great surprise, it was Belle.
She looked so sweet and young in her slacks and sweater that clung to her just enough to hint at the lush curves they covered. Also, her glorious hair hung loose, controlled only by a wide band of yellow velvet that matched her sweater.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing your tray," she said, as she smiled. "Where should I put it?" she asked.
"Right here." Lew answered, propping himself up and reaching out to take the tray onto his lap. As he did, their fingers touched.
"Why are you trembling?" Lew asked, taking her by the hand and gently tugging until she sat on the edge of the bed.
"I wanted to thank you for last night," she whispered.
She knew she shouldn't have brought his tray! She had thought it such a good idea, but now that she was here she was feeling like a silly schoolgirl. She knew her cheeks were flaming as she saw his gaze glued to her hair. She could feel the heat in them right up to the roots.
"Forget last night. It's a husband's right to comfort his wife when she's in distress. You needn't thank me. After I've had my breakfast I'm going to shower and dress. I want you to wait for me in my study. There's something I want to talk to you about," he said, keeping his voice impersonal. But his eyes smiled at her shyness as he watched her nod and rush from the room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Belle was seated in a deep chair when Lew entered his study about forty-five minutes later. He took a chair directly opposite to her so that she would have to look at him. He noticed that she wouldn't look at his eyes, but stared at his hands, which was what he was counting on.
He began speaking softly, which had its desired effect on Belle.
"You're not afraid of me are you?" he asked.
"No, Lew," she answered, still staring at his hands and wondering what he was so fidgety about. He was twisting and turning a coin, as though he had something to say that he found was difficult to say, although he was speaking. It's just that Belle was finding it hard to concentrate on what he was saying.
"Yes," she said, as her mind slipped into Lew's control.
Two hours later, Belle asked Lew shyly if he was wanting his divorce now. She just felt she had to say it. She didn't know if she had dozed off, or what, but somehow the time had gone by. And because the room was so quiet, she just felt as though he were waiting for her to speak. She didn't know that she had been speaking, revealing her very soul!
"Bring me a cup of coffee about four, Belle. I need a couple of hours to take care of some paper work. We'll talk about it then," Lew answered, his mind hardly able to concentrate on what she was saying. He wanted to play back the tape; wanted to make sure he'd missed nothing.
Belle had talked freely and honestly, even though he'd had to coax her several times to continue. She'd lived through one hell of an experience and Lew felt a strange, new emotion for his wife, one he'd not felt before!
Belle's voice was soft and filled with emotion, as she spoke of the secret she'd locked in her heart for over six years. And all through her tale she referred to herself as Belle, not I.
"Go back in time, Belle. Something happened to your sisters. Tell me about it. It's going to happen today," Lew started.
"Belle was at school when her monthly period came on her. By noon, she had terrible stomach cramps and the principal gave her a pass to go home. The house was empty when she got there. So, she took some tablets and went straight to bed.
No one knew she was home.
"She must have slept for a good three hours for she was startled by a scream! It sounded like her thirteen-year-old sister, Shannon. But, as all was then quiet, Belle thought she must have been dreaming.
"She pulled on her bathrobe and started barefoot down the carpeted hall, then stopped. She could hear gruff voices and they were coming from the living room! She crept closer to the railing and then she saw them! All four of them!"
"Remember, Belle! What were they doing? What was happening?" Lew coaxed with soft authority.
"There were four of them. One man stood by the front window, like a look-out guy in the movies. Two others were holding little Shannon. And the other man, a real, nasty man, was removing his trousers.
"Belle figured that this last man must have been the leader, because he spoke with great authority. 'You watch out the window for the others,' he had said, 'and I'm gonna enjoy this little thing!' he added.
"He then tore Shannon's thin, cotton dress off of her. She wasn't wearing a bra because her breasts were still just tiny swells on her chest. And there was just a faint dusting of brown at her groin. The leader found that out when he tore her panties off her as well.
"Belle just stood there watching, numb with shock. She couldn't move. She couldn't even call out. She just stood petrified.
"The two men held and positioned her little sister, while the leader shoved his filthy cock into her tiny ass-hole. She watched until Shannon's little backside was bloody and torn. And she watched the evil grin spread across his face as she shot his load into her lifeless, little sister! Then as casually as though nothing had happened, she watched him replace his pants and take the man's place at the window."
"Did they leave then? What happened then?" Lew demanded, as Belle seemed hesitant to continue relating the awful experience.
"It was unbelievable! Belle watched the other man, the one that stood by the window, abuse Shannon's bloody ass for almost fifteen minutes before he too shot his load into her. Then, at a motion from the leader, who was standing by the window. Shannon's limp body was callously dumped behind the sofa.
" 'Here comes another one,' Belle heard whispered gruffly, as her fifteen-year-old sister Lana, unknowingly, approached her doom through the front door.
"Belle saw Lana's books hit the floor as the smelly hand of one of the men closed over her mouth. Lana's eyes were wild with fright as she beheld the three men who were grinning lewdly at her. She hadn't seen the fourth man yet because he came at her from behind and stuffed her mouth with a gag.
"Belle watched him take Lana's slim wrists between his fingers of steel and pull her arms backwards and upwards while two of the men tore at her clothing.
" 'This one's all mine,' a voice bragged and the man continued giving orders on how he wanted Lana.
"Her arms were then lifted backwards over the high-backed couch, so that her body was stretched taut, with her weight straining at her underarms.
"For several minutes, Belle watched Lana's prospective seducer lick his lips, while caressing her breasts almost tenderly. They were stretched and pointing directly at his face.
"Belle then became terror-stricken as she watched the man raise his belt and flay blow after blow onto her helpless sister, inflicting an agony of pain on her up-thrust breasts!
"Lana screamed deep in her throat and thrashed her legs wildly, as her attacker then squeezed and kneaded and bit at her pale nipples until they were bloody and raw. Finally, after bearing all she could take, she fainted.
"But her ordeal wasn't over. She was flipped over onto her stomach so that she hung by the waist over the back of the couch. The men each held her by her ankles and spread her legs to their limits.
" 'She'll wake up soon and she can look at her cute little sister while I have my little fun,' her tormentor said, giggling insanely. He then bent close to examine her young cunt and waited for her to wake up. He looked even more closely at her anus.
"Before long, Lana did regain consciousness. She tried to free herself, but was rewarded by several cruel blows across her ass. Her skin was etched deeply with welts, when her tormentor cried out, 'I'm ready! I got to fuck her now!'
"He savagely plunged into her behind, sinking his gross-looking shaft out of sight in one thrust. He fucked her ass madly.
"Belle heard her screams fade slowly, after several minutes of the man's violent pounding, as her limp body received his gushing fluid. Her attacker was even weak, he staggered as he walked to the window to replace his leader whose cock was hard again.
"He rushed at Lana and smeared his tool with the juices and blood that were running down her legs. Then after taking only a moment to pinch at her hole, he drove his mean rod right into her ass!
" 'I could die in an ass like this!' he screamed and fucked faster. His filthy nails were embedded in Lana's soft flesh from the tightness of his grip and he shouted and hollered as he got his relief, spilling his cream down the backs of her now swinging legs.
"Belle had slipped silently to her knees, still unable to make a sound. She watched in agony as the men dumped Lana's body into a heap on top of Shannon's.
"It then seemed ages that she watched the men slouch on the chairs, getting their goo all over the furniture, and passing a bottle between them. She didn't realize that they were resting up, while waiting for their next victim."
Belle stared unseeingly at Lew, seemingly unable to go on. Lew was almost tempted to bring her out of it, but he wanted to get it all out and over with. He knew he could never help Belle, unless he heard the whole story.
"Relax, Belle, and think! What happened next?
The men are rested now and they've finished their bottle," Lew suggested.
"Lilah was Belle's eldest sister. She was nineteen and worked the swing shift at the library. She was very attractive. But, her very best feature was her auburn hair, which hung in a natural pageboy, just below her shoulders," Belle went on.
"Belle didn't know it at the time, but found out later, that her mother had called Lilah at the library and had told her that she and dad would be late coming home and wouldn't Lilah mind running home and fixing supper. Lilah didn't mind, but had hoped that the girls hadn't already filled up with snacks.
"As she skipped up the walk, she thought that while supper was cooking, maybe she and the girls would play some bridge.
"She was a little breathless as she opened the door, but she lost her breath entirely when she opened it and stepped into the waiting arms of a naked man.
" 'She ain't the one I expected, but she'll do,' one man said and mashed his mouth against Lilah's.
"Lilah fought him with all her strength while a scream was building in her throat. In one swift motion, her attacker stepped back and slapped her across the mouth, cutting her lip!
" 'Now! You make another sound and I'll cut your pretty face!' he threatened.
"Belle couldn't even cry as she watched the tears rush down her sister's face. Lilah had tried to close her mind as the horrid man kissed her again, while exploring her whole body through her clothes.
" 'You take 'em off! I want to see what I'm getting,' he ordered and waved the knife.
"There was no way for her to hide herself from the evil stares of the four, four-smelling men. And, when they all started touching her intimately, she wanted to die.
"Belle wanted to die for her. But Belle only watched.
" 'Kneel down. I want you to suck my cock!' the tall man ordered, pushing Lilah down on her knees. 'If you use your teeth, you won't live to tell about it,' he promised.
"It was a hideous-looking thing and it stunk! It was covered with thick veins which seemed to be pulsating, as his cock bobbed before her face.
" 'Get it in your mouth!' he screamed.
"Lilah nearly retched, as the slimy, stinking thing was forced between her lips. And then it was filling her whole mouth, stretching her lips till she couldn't stand it.
" 'I can't see her face, her hair's in the way!' he screamed. So one of the men stepped close and with a slash he cut Lilah's hair. 'That's better,' he said, more calmly and gripped Lilah's shortened hair, while continuing to fuck slowly in and out of her mouth.
"Lilah could hardly breathe. Her mouth was packed full. Her throat was raw from the jutting thrusts of his rod against her throat. It seemed as if she was going to strangle at any minute! Her face turned red, then almost blue.
"Everything was growing dark, for Belle could see it all.
" 'Hold her up!" he screamed. 'I'm gonna shoot it into her belly!' he shouted. As the two men supported her weight by holding her under her arms, the tall man tipped her head back and plunged his rod down her throat.
"For several seconds, he jerked and moaned as his cream spurted down Lilah's throat. Then, just in time, he removed his cock, letting Lilah live, letting her get a breath of air. Belle almost wished he had let Lilah die.
"Belle could stand no more and she slid unconscious to the floor. But the four men laid Lilah on the coffee table and proceeded to tie her hands and feet to the four legs of it.
"They took turns fucking the girl in the cunt. When they were through, they rested, passing a bottle around. They all laughed and Belle could hear them commenting on the relative merits of each of the girls they had raped.
"Finally, as Belle looked on in a state of shock, they untied her eldest sister, turned her over and took turns raping her in the ass. Because they had all spent a couple of loads, the buggerings were long and slow and Belle had to watch all of it."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
For over three weeks, Belle was in the hospital for shock. It was three weeks before she spoke a single word and four weeks before she learned that Shannon and Lana were dead.
For several months she went around like a zombie, suffering the guilt of her sisters' fate. And then one summer night, Lilah gave birth to a baby boy, and that's when Belle cried for the first time. It was also the turning point in Lilah's life.
When her son was two days old, the hospital informed Belle's parents that Lilah would not be able to return home with the child.
They declared her insane. She had been committed to a private institution and Belle and her mother were left with the burden of raising her bastard child.
At first it hadn't been difficult. But as the years went on, Belle found she couldn't earn enough money to supplement her parents' waning savings. Lilah's fees were exorbitant.
Then, just three weeks before Belle had answered an ad in the paper, her parents informed her that their money had completely run out. They had only thirty days left before Lilah would have to be transferred to a state institution. But Belle had come to the rescue.
She met this ugly man through a strange ad, that she answered on a whim. Actually, he turned out to be pretty nice.
He gave her a great deal of money and Belle went right to the bank with it and paid it into the account for Lilah. Lilah would be able to live the rest of her life with good care and Belle felt like she'd repaid a little for her guilt.
"Belle, would you like a rest? You will forget what we've been talking about. In five minutes, you will wake up and say the first thing that comes to your mind," Lew said.
Lew turned off the recorder and sat with his head resting on his hands. He knew he'd have to consult someone else for advice. Until he could rid Belle of her supposed guilt, there would be no future for him.
Belle entered with the tray of coffee and Lew smiled into her eyes. For some reason, Belle smiled back.
"You asked if I wanted my divorce now," Lew said, when they were both seated. "Why? Are you unhappy with me, Belle?"
"No, but I just thought-" she stammered.
"Well, I'm content with you being here. Unless you feel you have to go elsewhere, I'd like you to stay," he said. But he really wanted to tell her that he wanted her to stay for always and always.
They started talking of mundane things and then Lew said that he was going out for a while.
"If you'll wait until eight, I should be back in time to join you for supper," he said as Belle accepted without question.
Belle sat before her vanity mirror fixing her hair, preparing to go down to supper. Over the weeks, there had been a slow change taking place in her. She was beginning to feel a fondness for Lew that she had never expected to feel for any man. Even his face no longer seemed ugly.
Yet, for all her change in feelings. Lew still hadn't approached her in any way. She wondered if it really was because he was just keeping his promise to her or could it be that there was nothing desirable about her? Could she have been worrying all these years for nothing? Was she doomed to live a life of loneliness and guilt?
She knew that Lew did at least find her hair attractive. So, as she patted a last strand into place, she looked herself over critically.
For the first time in her life, she wanted to look nice for a man. She wanted to look nice enough to make her husband take more notice of her.
Belle didn't know that every night she had been taking her little drops of "medicine" in her bedtime tea, playing right into his hands. She didn't know that she was already more than desirable in her husband's eyes. She didn't know how badly he wanted her, how very badly.
Lew lay sleepless in his bed. He still hadn't replaced the broken door between his and Belle's rooms and he could hear her muffled sobbing.
For three nights in a row he put up with it. On the fourth night he decided to put a stop to it.
"Belle!" he called. "Come in here!" He waited for several minutes before he saw her outlined in the doorway.
"Have you been dreaming again?" he asked.
"No, I just don't feel well and, I'm I'm afraid," she whimpered.
"Come here and get under the covers. You'll catch cold," he ordered and waited for her to obey him.
Belle lay silent and motionless for five minutes before Lew spoke again.
"There's no need for you to sleep alone anymore. You'll sleep here from now on! I'll do my best not to disturb you if I come to bed late," he said and rolled onto his side.
Lew had made the last advance he could towards his wife. The rest would have to be up to her. He hoped his nearness every night would make her break down her defenses and want him. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long. How he wanted her!
For three weeks, Belle slept beside her husband, unaware of his aching need for her. but more aware of her need for him. Her frustration was becoming indescribable!
At first, it hadn't been too bad because she was usually asleep when he came to bed, and his climbing under the covers only brought her to a semiwakeful state. However, for the past week, he'd been coming to bed earlier and Belle was beginning to panic.
For two nights now, she'd had to pretend sleep when Lew entered their room. And her itching and burning was getting worse. She didn't know how much longer she could keep the fact hidden from him.
She'd only been in bed for about fifteen minutes when Lew entered and walked into the shower. She heard the water and she closed her eyes and tried to breathe evenly as though she were asleep.
But her crotch was beginning to burn. She wasn't aware that Jane had informed Lew of her just having gone to bed!
With the light still burning in the bathroom. Lew strode quietly into the bedroom as though deep in thought. Actually, he was displaying his gloriously masculine, naked body for Belle.
Through her eyelashes, Belle studied her husband's nakedness, as he paced back and forth silently. She didn't know he was saying his times-tables to himself to keep his cock from rearing up.
She had to admit though that she liked looking at him. His semi-flaccid cock, which dangled against his thighs, didn't look at all ferocious, as she vaguely remembered those horrid men's of years ago. In fact, she had the strangest desire to just touch it.
She wondered what it would feel like to her hand or body! She nearly shuddered visibly at the strength of her wild desires and was grateful when Lew returned to the bathroom to turn off the light before returning to climb into bed.
"Oh, please let it stop!" she pleaded, as the burning itch became stronger.
She inched her hand along her belly to her groin. She tried cupping her mound with the palm of her hand. When that didn't help, she tried slowly stuffing her nightie between her legs. Nothing she did seemed to stop the burning. So she slowly began to rub.
"Oh," she moaned, just barely audible, not being able to keep silent.
The heat was spreading inside of her, exciting her.
"Stop dreaming, Belle!" Lew said, shaking her shoulders. "I'm here," he whispered. He knew damn well she wasn't sleeping.
He'd slept with too many women to be fooled by such a little thing as pretended sleep.
I'm awake now," Belle answered, unaware that she hadn't fooled Lew. She tried with all her might to lay still and forget the burning.
"What's wrong?" Lew whispered.
"Nothing," she almost cried.
"There must be something wrong?"
"I'm all right! I'm scared. It burns!" she stammered, groaning and trying to hide the fact that her lips were grinding into the mattress.
Then suddenly the bedside light was on and the covers had been thrown back, revealing her hand locked between her legs.
Belle froze! Her eyes were wild with fright.
"Don't look so frightened, Belle. Most people have to scratch an itch. It's all right. What are you moaning about? You're squirming as though you had ants in your pants. Is there something wrong?" he asked innocently, with great concern in his voice.
He knew full well what was wrong and his heart was glad.
"It's here," she whispered, pointing to her groin. "It burns," Belle added, as tears filled her beautiful eyes.
"You mean that's where it's hurting?" Lew inquired, taking hold of her nightie. "I'm not going to touch you. I have to see what's wrong. I've seen my share of naked women in my time and you won't shock me. Move your hand and let me look," he said softly.
Belle could have died of embarrassment for she had a great mass of pubic curls just as bright as her hair.
"Part your legs," he directed.
Her narrow lips were swollen, dark pink and moist. Lew knew that she had been masturbating, even if she didn't know it. He was counting on her ignorance to aid his own cause.
Her clit was rigid and plainly visible and he longed to be able to caress it and clamp it between his teeth and bury his face in her bush.
"Have I got something awful?" she whispered. She was becoming really afraid of herself, because Lew had been looking at her cunt for almost five minutes without saying a word.
"Calm down, honey. It's not as bad as you're letting your imagination believe," he said. "But I do know what's wrong. First of all, when's the last time you had a man?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she whispered.
"The last time you fucked?" he asked. "Made love," he corrected. He could see the mortification in her eyes and knew that this plain speaking had caused her fire to soar.
"I've never had a man," she said, and Lew could hardly hear her. "I'm scared, Lew. I've never made love. I don't want to hurt," she admitted. "Isn't there anything else I can do?" she pleaded. "Can't you help me?"
"I'm sorry. Belle. I gave my word not to violate you. You're only twenty-three and you're beautiful. You shouldn't have any trouble getting someone to help you, to make love to you. I suggest you take care of it soon or it'll get worse!" Silently, Lew prayed his bluff would work.
"Would you hurt me if I let you do it?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Maybe, I don't know. It always hurts the first time. It's just that some hurt more than others. But you forget, I made a promise. Remember? I said you'd have to beg me to touch you. I do not intend to break my word!"
He deliberately spoke in soft tones, forcing her face towards his, so that she had to look at him, and know that he meant every word. When he was satisfied she understood him, he laid back on his back, giving Belle time to consider the enormity of his ultimatum. He kept his fingers crossed and waited!
Belle couldn't stand it! She tossed and turned several times before she finally swallowed her pride and spoke.
"Please, Lew. I release you from your promise. Please, will you help me; try not to hurt me?" she begged.
Lew rolled over and faced her once again.
He knew what it had cost her to say those words. He had been waiting for what seemed a lifetime for her to need and want him enough for her to release him from his given word. He'd been tempted during the nights they had slept together to ravish her wildly.
Instead, he's gone out and allowed his friend to abuse him, just to give him physical relief.
"Speak my language, Belle! Tell me what you want!" he said, leaning over her and caressing her flaming red hair.
Looking into her eyes, and in soft words, she said, "Please make love to me, Lew. Fuck me, whatever you want me to call it. Do something! Please!" she replied.
Gently Lew eased her gown over her head until she lay entirely naked before him. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her beautiful body.
Her lush, full breasts jutted upwards and his lips could no more deny them their kiss than he could stop breathing for an hour. Tenderly, he took each nipple between his lips until it was rosy and hard. Then, raising his face to hers, he spoke softly.
"Open your mouth, honey," and as her lips parted, he kissed her as a young woman ought to be kissed, long, slow and deep. He had to force her lips wider apart with his own in order for his tongue to gain entrance to her mouth.
He knew instantly that her mouth was as virginal as the rest of her. She had no idea of what to do with his tongue, or her own, so he sucked it gently into his mouth, then teased it with his tongue.
As Belle caught on to his teaching, her body began to undulate against him, responding automatically. His fingers were doing such wonderful things to her breasts, kneading and squeezing them and rolling her nipples.
And before she knew it, Lew's lips trailed down the side of her neck and once more kissed first one and then the other.
Belle responded to Lew as he had dreamed about her. However, unlike in his dreams, he wasn't able to draw her whole breast into his mouth. But he did continue to worship her lush orbs with his mouth and hands until she was moaning with delight.
Belle was feeling wildly wonderful! She'd never dreamed that a man could make a woman feel this way, not after the dreadful acts she had witnessed.
Then as Lew's hands began to caress lower down her body, her flesh seemed to come alive, and she couldn't seem to get close enough to him. His fingers became tangled in her bush while one finger grazed her clit.
"Lew!" she moaned, pressing closer to him. And this his finger searched lower, seeking the entrance to her burning, private place. And Belle knew he was going to be a wonderful lover.
Lew was dumbfounded! He couldn't get his finger in her cunt! Belle was tighter than a five-year-old! Just the thought of trying to fit his mammoth cock in that narrow passage caused his cock, not to jump for joy as he expected it would, but to wither against his thigh.
"Oh, Lew! I'm on fire! It feels so good!" Belle cried, while Lew's fingers slid up and down her tight slit, unable to penetrate, but causing the most wonderful friction to her clit.
"I'll fix it, baby," he whispered thickly. But inwardly, he moaned in anguish, for he knew the fucking would have to wait.
Swiftly, Lew parted her legs and knelt between them, then pressed his face against her boiling pussy.
"Delicious!" he cried. But his words were muffled as his lips made contact with her flesh. Within moments, his expertise had Belle sobbing and thrashing, crying out in delight as the first and most wonderful explosion started.
Two more blissful, heavenly explosive orgasms swept over Belle before Lew relinquished her cunt.
For a long time, Lew lay awake beside his sleeping wife. For weeks he had dreamed of their first time of lovemaking. His only problem had been on deciding how he would fuck her to bring them both the most pleasure. He'd had several positions in mind, one where she would straddle him and he could watch her flaming bush bounce up and down against his own black curls.
What a fire they could build! Now he had her all primed and ready for anything either of them desired, and he was unable to do anything but bring her release with his hands and mouth!
"Love you," Belle murmured in her sleep, nestling closer to Lew's warmth, a smile of contentment on her lips.
"Oh, shit!" Lew moaned, holding her close with one arm, while the other gripped his cock.
Lew's fist moved slowly as he re-lived the first moment that he had looked upon Belle's nakedness after removing her gown. Her skin had been the palest white, and her breasts were firm, yet very full, the way he liked them best. Her thighs against his face had felt softer than satin. Her flaming red fur had set him on fire!
He had wanted to, more than anything, sink his rod in the depths of her tight, virginal slit, giving her womb its first, hungry drink.
"I've fucked hundreds of females that were tight and hurt them. Why can't I just fuck Belle and enjoy it? Why won't this bastardly cock of mine stay hard when I've got her legs spread and her hips grinding seductively with hungry anticipation?
She was so willing! Why wasn't my cock?
Lew questioned himself as his fist began to pound and his milk shot, dousing his fist and belly and Belle's nightgown. He cursed his inability to do in her cunt what he had just accomplished in his hand!
Eventually he fell asleep and his nightmares were filled with a life of being damned to eternally fuck his own fist!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next day, and in those that came after, the newlyweds mooned at each other like a couple of teenagers. Lew knew that Belle had actually fallen in love with him, for she told him with her eyes every time they met. He also knew he wanted to fuck her more than he'd ever wanted to fuck any woman before!
Whether his feelings for her were love or affection or just plain lust, he didn't know, nor did he care. He just knew he desired her till he ached with the wanting of her, and he couldn't get her out from under his skin.
It was after supper when they were having their coffee in the den that Lew once more began to fiddle with his silver coin. When he'd accomplished his task and Belle was subject to his suggestions, he instructed her to come to him willingly and relaxed, feeling no pain when he fucked her. She agreed obediently.
Lew was naked, showered and in bed when Belle entered the bedroom from the bathroom, with a large towel wrapped around her. She was pink from her bath and her flaming hair seemed to dance as it surrounded her shoulders and back and breasts like fire dancing in an open hearth.
"Have you had your tea?" he asked.
"Yes, Lew. Did you want some?" she asked, eager to please the husband she was no longer afraid of. Her lover!
"I just want you! Come to me!" he urged, his voice thick and hungry.
Belle blushed. She was in love. And she thought her husband was in love with her, too.
Slowly, she lowered the towel and stood for several seconds at the side of their bed. She could tell by the look in his eyes that the sight of her nakedness pleased him.
It made her tingle all over, especially in the area of her groin which was already beginning to itch and burn in anticipation.
"Darling," she replied. "I want you, too."
She leaned over him, covering his entire chest with her fiery tresses and shyly pressed her lips to his. She wasn't even alarmed when he twisted her hair around his hands and held her mouth against his, while he explored it hungrily with his tongue. She just relaxed against him and responded in the way he had introduced to her the night before.
Lew was enthralled with Belle's response. And he was vitally excited, knowing that he was soon going to make her his wife in every way. He knew he felt something for her that was unlike what he'd felt for young Alice so long ago. Perhaps it was love, he didn't know. But he hesitated to declare himself until he was sure.
He held her tight against him and rolled over on top of her and let her feel the full, masculine length of him against her flesh.
Wildly, as anticipation built within him, he began to feel and fondle and kiss her from head to foot. He couldn't get enough of her. Nor could she of him. She responded eagerly, giving of herself and reaching out for more of him.
The more Belle responded, the more excited Lew became. He kissed and sucked her through two orgasms, assuring her vagina of lots of slippery moisture, before he pressed his hungry tool at her portal of heaven. Then he thrust. It was like fucking his cock at a brick wall.
He swollen knob throbbed, then slid down her slit and along the length of her ass crack. His cock was snugly hugged between the cheeks of her ass and he couldn't stop pumping.
He pumped and pumped, knowing he had to have relief, for he was only seconds away from exploding.
Sucking and chewing on her nipples and gripping her ass cheeks, Lew fucked her ass cheeks through her hot crotch until his come gushed all over the sheet.
In frustration, he cried tears against the pillow of her breasts. He realized that he could not penetrate her. The very fact of it was tearing at his guts.
Meanwhile, Belle moaned and sighed and hugged him to her, wallowing in the ecstasy of her glorious experience, thinking she'd given as much pleasure as she'd received.
When Lew told her, two days later, that he had to spend some time with Mike on business, Belle lovingly kissed him at the door and promised to try not to miss him too much. She also begged him to hurry home to her and shyly whispered her love for him in his ear.
"I gotta fuck her, Mike," Lew slurred and cried on his friend's shoulder when they met.
"I know, Lew. And you will! Your first job is to get control of yourself. Your friend Jake said he'd be flying up and would be here within hours. And he said for you to get in some good fucking while you're waiting for him. That's what you're going to do," Mike said, leading his friend up to the bedroom.
An experienced whore and friend of long standing to Lew was waiting.
Even drunk, Lew tried to keep his promise to Zelda and himself, and not fuck around with any woman besides his wife. But the whore's lips were too persuasive and his cock too eager to respond.
Before he knew it, and even after he no longer knew it, he fucked her and his friend Mike. All afternoon long, the three sandwiched each other and fucked until they had drained themselves.
Mike knew that Lew was out of it. He wasn't even aware of the pleasure he was giving or getting. But one thing he had to admit was that no one could fuck like Lew Bugger.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lew was lying naked and alone in Mike's bed with nothing but an aching head for company when Jake walked in.
"Jake! Am I glad to see you!" Lew said, holding his head in hopes of easing his pain that his sitting up had caused.
"You knew I'd come when you called, friend. I've missed you and I hope I can help you. You did so much for me when I needed help. Now, before we talk about anything, let's have coffee and get you dressed and feeling more human!" Jake said, and pulled the bell-pull to summon the maid.
When she arrived, he ordered coffee and plenty of it.
For almost two hours, Lew talked to Jake, leaving out nothing, and was interrupted only occasionally when Jake had a question to ask.
"You mean that even under hypnosis she didn't relax enough to allow your cock to get inside of her?" Jake asked.
"Jake. She was all the way under. I'm positive. But although she did everything else I told her, her cunt stayed so tight I couldn't even get my linger in her. What the hell am I going to do? I want her more than I've ever wanted a woman in my life!" Lew said, watching his friend for his reaction.
"So, you're in love?" Jake asked.
"I don't know, Jake. I do know I want her and, for some stupid ass-hole of a reason, I can't have her!" Lew answered.
"What it boils down to is that you've got three problems. You love your wife, you can't fuck her and you want to fuck her. So, because I'm a quack doctor, I'm going to tell you what you'll have to do and you're not going to like my solutions. The old Lew wouldn't have cared. But you're different now. I'll also add, that if you don't take my advice, you might as well forget her and divorce her or else go on living in the hell you're living in. It's your choice," he said.
Jake looked Lew in the eyes, then continued.
"You have to understand hypnosis, Lew. It's a funny thing. It can make a person do many far-out things. It seldom can force a person to do anything that he couldn't be talked into doing of his own free will. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked.
"It sounds like you're telling me that if Belle couldn't be talked into letting me fuck her while she's in control of herself, she couldn't be hypnotized into letting me fuck her," Lew answered.
"That's what I mean," Jake said. "However, with you and Belle, there is a different problem to contend with. First, because you have fallen in love with her, you refuse to purposely hurt her for fear of injuring her and possibly causing her to stop loving you, which it sounds to me like she does! It's a subconscious thing. Lew. You can't control it, yet. Second, Belle's mind has already been brainwashed. It could possibly be undone through many months of psychiatric treatment, but it's not a sure thing and I don't want you to wait that long."
"What do you mean by brainwashed?" Lew asked.
"I'm talking about her witnessing the raping of her sisters. You did say she saw it happen and felt guilty because she didn't do anything to save them, didn't you?" he asked.
"She did see it all. But she doesn't know that I know about it," Lew answered.
"Listen to me. Lew. Don't hate me for what I have to say because it's a physical and mental truth. Your wife has lived in fear of rape for several years. Rape was, and is, the only link she associates with sexual relationships between men and women. She knows that it is how babies are made. It made one for her sister.
"Now although she delights in your tender attempts at loving her, and I know you're expert for I've seen you in action, her innermost self is expecting you to rape her. It's the only kind of loving she understands.
"Because of the fact that she whs so rcvo? :ed by the thought of any man possessing her, as they did her sisters, her vaginal muscles have beet conditioned mentally to act as sentinels, guarding her love passage and her virginity. And now. even though she wants you to make love to her, she isn't able to control those muscles herself and is not able to relax them enough to allow you admittance.
"She seems to love you, Lew, and I think you love her. What you've got to do is sit down and talk to her like father and lay the facts on the table. You'll have to tell her that you're going to rape her and then, you have to rape her. You have to follow through, Lew. and force yourself upon her.
"You'll find that it's what her brain has been telling her cunt muscles for years and she's just waiting for the right person to come along and make it happen. I assure you, her muscles will give, if you make your threat sound real and sincere," Jake explained, then shut his mouth at the look on Lew's face.
"Jake, you're crazy! Why would Belle want me to rape her? She's scared to death of being hurt. If I fucked her that way, I'd not only ruin my cock for life, I'd probably kill her. I can't take that chance. Maybe I do love her, after all. I know I don't want to tear her apart!" Lew declared.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The rest of the week was pure hell for Lew. However, it was pure delight for Belle. Unable to fuck her as he wanted, Lew resigned himself to fucking her between the buttocks and enjoying the rest of her body wantonly with his hands and mouth.
Belle was blooming with happiness because she thought she was bringing her husband complete happiness too. She didn't know that the more pleasure he gave her, the more anguish and pain it brought to his insides!
"Belle," Jake's voice said over the phone, "I have to see you alone about Lew. It's important and I don't want him to know I'm confiding in you. Could you send him out for something? Get him out for an hour or so. I can't talk about it on the phone," Jake said, when she asked him to tell her what was wrong. "I have to see you in person," he said.
Ten minutes to eight that night, Belle made her request of Lew. She named a certain medicine that always cleared up her toothaches in minutes. She assured him, that while he was gone, she'd take her bath and be ready for him when he returned.
Willing to do anything to please her, Lew agreed and promised to hurry. Belle blushed profusely and timidly agreed that she was as eager as he was.
Lew left, after telling her to go ahead up and have her bath. "When I get back and we get rid of your toothache, I want lots of loving," he said and tenderly kissed her lips.
As pre-arranged, Jane entered the room just minutes after Lew had left. "Mister Jake called and said he couldn't keep his appointment. Something more important came up and he said he'd try to see you tomorrow," the maid said.
Jane had been delighted when Jake had called her earlier. She was looking forward to the fun and games she'd be taking part in later on in the evening.
Quietly, she opened the door to admit Jake and his friends, Ralph and Manny. "She's just gone up to take her bath and she's left a note on the banister for Lew," she said and began turning off the lights as the three men tiptoed upstairs. She conveniently left the dim hall light on so that Lew would see his note.
Whispering, Jake reminded Ralph and Manny of their parts. "Remember, we have to re-enact the scene. It's for our friend and without our help, he'll never get the nerve to do it. Now let's get into action, we haven't much time. Be sure you give her the pills and make her swallow them. Doc's order," Jake said.
They could hear Belle in the bath singing to herself. She splashed and soaked luxuriously, because she didn't have a toothache, and was sorry to have sent Lew for nothing. She still wondered what Jake had wanted, but figured it couldn't have been too important if he put off their meeting to the next day.
Anyway, she enjoyed knowing that she had lots of time to make herself lovely and sweet-smelling for Lew.
Quickly, Jake attached the bracelets to the four bedposts. Ralph made the bedroll and secured in position across the bed, right where the sacrificial altar should be.
On the bedside stand was a small open case. Jake removed the lids from the jars he would be using, while Manny smoothed out the short strands of his special whip. It was the one that stung but left no mark.
All three men had hard-ons, thinking of the service they were performing for their friend. They were also thinking of the welcome waiting upstairs when they were no longer needed here. When they had everything in readiness, they took their places beside the bathroom door.
All the way back from town, Lew was picturing his wife preparing herself for him. He hoped her tooth wasn't bothering her too much because he was aching to get her into bed. Even if he couldn't fuck her properly, something was better than nothing.
There was only a dim light burning when Lew entered the hall. "My toothache's gone. Sorry I sent you for nothing, darling, I'll be ready and waiting for you. Hurry!" the note on the banister read.
Lew was naked by the time he reached the bathroom, entering from the hall. As he stepped into his shower stall, intending to hurry, he spied the note attached to the spray nozzle.
"Be a real he-man, my friend. Let yourself go! She's all warmed up for rape! Don't make love! Save that for later. Tonight, rape her! Fuck her ass! We'll be going upstairs as soon as we're no longer needed. Lay on the good old dirty language, pal! Re-enacting a scene has to be real! Don't spoil all our good intentions by chickening out! Good luck and good fuck!" The note was signed: Jake-a-rino.
At the sound of the water running, Jake smiled. They'd won! Belle's arms and legs were secured and spread-eagled to the bedposts. Also, she was blindfolded. She jerked as Jake poured oil all over her groin.
He had already anointed and kneaded the rest of her body, and now was concentrating on her little ass-hole with his skillful fingers. Ralph continued to slap at her mouth and cheeks with his cock while Manny continued to flick light switches of the whip across her heaving breasts and belly.
Then Lew Bugger entered the room and did he ever go to work! With all the skill in his body, with all the experience at his disposal, he ass-raped his wife till she screamed for mercy, and then pleaded for more.
He raped her ass as no man had ever raped a woman's ass before, and why not? He was the best in the world at it. He was the Bugger Man.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The weeks that followed were heaven for Lew and Belle. The rape of her precious anus had done something to her, something good. In the weeks after the carefully planned buggering, she came alive.
Day after day. she and Lew lay in bed, fucking, sucking and, above all, licking out each other's ass-holes. Lew loved to hump her between the soft buns of her ass, and gradually he stretched her rectum till she could withstand the pounding of his ten-inch sausage without undue pain.
They would lie abed all day. Lew had instructed Mike to turn all visitors away, even Jake. They often fucked the whole day away, having Mike or Jane bring them food and drink. Belle was in her glory. She loved sex. She loved ass-fucking and cock-sucking. She loved Lew and the good times he was giving her. She just plain loved being with him.
She thought about the past as she lay with him. He sank his head against her large soft breast. He played with the other one.
"I bet you had a lot of pleasant adventures," she said.
"They weren't all pleasant," he said, thinking about Jake's assault on him.
"Why, what do you mean?" Her hand went down his body to his big dick and her fingers worked on the tool. "It hurt when Jake took me in the ass." She frowned. "He took you."
"Yeah, you know."
"You mean he gave it to you in the behind? He fucked you in the ass."
"Yes. It was painful."
"Did you beat him up?"
"Oh, no," he said quickly. "I'd rather forget the whole thing. I don't want anyone killed. Jake is the best pal I have."
"Does it still hurt?"
"A little bit."
"I never thought anything like that would happen to you," she said, her voice contrite. "I feel it's my fault for getting you so involved with Jake over me."
"Don't be silly. It's nothing. I've known Jake for years."
"Better turn around and let me have a look. Your ass might be permanently harmed." He turned over and she examined him.
What did she hope to find, he wondered. Then he felt her tongue caress the canal of his ass and he sighed. She was going to soothe him her way. He relaxed as her tongue delved into his anus. It was nice. It was most pleasant.
Belle spread his cheeks so that her tongue could go in more deeply. She swished her tongue around inside his ass-hole and he moaned.
She moved one hand up his spread thighs and found his balls. She fondled them as he felt shivers of delight spread across his body.
She licked his ass-hole for quite a while. Then she lifted her head and told him to turn over. He turned and his cock was straight up, hard and throbbing. Lew was in ecstasy.
"Did that help?" she asked.
"And how."
She cupped his balls and lowered her head. Her tongue flicked over the head of his cock. She squeezed his testicles gently as she sucked in the head and her teeth closed around the coral ridge. She worked her teeth on his flesh and he groaned. Belle was really good at it now.
His tired body was not tired any longer. New strength ran through him like sap through a rubber tree. His balls swelled under her ministering fingers. Lew was no slouch either.
He arched and drove his cock into her mouth and her teeth scraped the bone. He closed his eyes as she sucked him off.
"Arghhhh. Ummmm. Oh, oh, oh."
Balls of hot fire rolled through his body.
She squeezed his balls as she suctioned at his prick. She was now an expert cocksucker.
Waves of hot lust drove him frantic. He groaned and sobbed as her teeth hurt him, causing pain mixed with pleasure. He loved it. He loved every bite, every lash of her tongue.
"Suck me," Lew moaned. Waves of passion gripped him. Flashes of delight surfed over his twisting, writhing body. He was sweating profusely now. His body was in torment. He groaned and his cock quivered like jelly and hot fluid shot into her mouth.
She sucked his cock and gulped down the sour offering. She drained him till he was dry as a bone. She went wild on his cock.
"Wonderful," he moaned. "Just wonderful. I love it, Belle, I love it."
She played with his limp prick. It lay like a dead worm on her palm. She gazed at it with admiration. It was big and manly and it throbbed when he was hot and ready for action. She loved his prick. She bent her head and kissed it a few times.
"I want to do something for you," Lew said.
"So you shall." She moved away from him and soon she was stretched out alongside him. "Here. Play with my titties."
He fondled the fleshy breasts and licked them. He sucked on her large nipples. She moaned softly as he pressed his teeth hard against one nipple till it almost disappeared against the surrounding flesh. He went to the other nipple and sucked it with relish.
"You like my titties, don't you?"
He sucked hard on the nipple and nodded his head against her soft, warm, white breast.
"Start going south," she murmured.
His lips left the nipple and he wandered down her soft plump body. He licked at the white area around her deep navel. He caressed her massive thighs and then cupped the damp pouting vagina. He licked at the belly button and she moved his head further down.
He licked at the fleshy thighs, at the inner thighs, then he shifted his head and he was mouthing her warm wet cunt.
He stuck his tongue inside the tunnel and she gasped. He licked at the walls and it creamed. He licked along the hair-lined lips and she shivered.
He found the pouting clitoris and drew it into his mouth and his teeth surrounded the warm soaking flesh gently as he started the sucking motion. He tasted the sour sweetness of damp flesh, female flesh and his cock started to stiffen.
Lew loved eating cunt. There was no two ways about it. The taste of pussy excited him. He kept eating at her female sex flesh and she moaned and tossed her plump white body.
Her hands closed over his ears, twisting them, hurting them. "Suck me good," she groaned. "Suck my cunt. Yes. Oh, yes." She shivered as hot tingles ripped through her sweating squirming body.
He ate wolfishly at her sex. She closed her eyes as exquisite pain took hold of her.
"Bite my pussy," she ordered.
His teeth sank into her enlarged clitoris and she screamed and came and her love juices flowed.
He kissed her open cunt a few times and slithered up her body. His cock was good and hard. He lunged and he was well-entrenched. He started pumping away, his cock thrusting deep into the flesh well of her warm wet body. He handled her tits roughly as he screwed her.
"Yes," she moaned. "That's the way. Yes. Give it to me. Fuck me good. I can come again." She moved her body and her soft belly was warm against his flat stomach.
Jabs of fire penetrated his moving body. He fucked with all his might. His fingers sank into the softness of her warm tits. His cock felt the seeping cream from her tunnel walls.
"Fuck me," she cried.
He plowed into her and he leaned his head to kiss the soft tits. He sank his teeth around a large nipple.
She screamed and her climax was tremendous.
"Come on. Lew, screw me," she said. She twisted his nipples. "Come on, baby, let it go."
His ass kept moving up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt hole. He cried out as his body shook with pleasure. He flooded her pussy with hot white sperm.
She felt the hotness against her cervix. It was pleasant. She moaned as he gave a few more shoves into her cunt. She patted his hips.
He rolled away from her and she moved her head down and licked his wet cock clean.
"Where did you get so much energy?" she asked.
Lew shrugged, "I don't know. I suppose I'll cool off when I get older."
"I hope not," she laughed. "That would be a crime."
The next day, they went on a picnic with Mike and Jane. The servants had fallen in love and married. When they got back, Lew went up to his big bedroom and Belle followed him up. He sat on the bed, took off his T-shirt and shorts and lay back as she approached the bed. Her tits bobbed gently as she walked. There was the call of sex in the way she rolled her hips. Her thighs were twin pillars of white.
She joined him on the bed and they kissed. Her hands wandered over his body without hesitation. She tweaked his little nipples and then she roamed down to the forest below his belly. She ran her fingers through the wiry hair and found his limp cock. She played with him and he felt a good warm feeling but there was no rise to his libido.
She suddenly bent her head and kissed his nipples. She licked them and bit them gently.
"Ouch. You're hurting me," Lew cried.
"Sorry," she murmured. She licked his nipples and her hand caressed his cock. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want to love you up. I'll do anything for you, Lew. Anything."
She moved her body and she kissed his belly. She played with his thighs and soon she was again pumping his dick. She pressed the length of his prick against one soft breast. She moved her nipple against the pisshole.
"That feels nice," he murmured.
"Does it?"
"Yes."
"But you're not getting a hard-on," she pointed out.
"I can't help that," Lew said.
She milked the cock and longed for it to harden. It didn't. It stayed soft and limp.
She licked her lips. What was left? There was one thing she hadn't done so far that day. She brought her face down and her warm breath was against his male flesh. Her tongue flicked out, caressed the head of his cock. She looked at his face. "Did you like that, Lew?" she asked gently.
"It was nice," he admitted.
Her mouth went back to his cock. It was easy once you knew how, she said to herself. She licked at his head, licked at the glands. Her tongue wandered over the limp prick. She took the member into her mouth and she sucked on it.
The cock stayed soft in her mouth. She sucked furiously for a long time. She cupped his balls and played with them. Nothing happened. The prick remained limp.
She gave up. "I don't understand. I tried everything."
"It was nice." Lew said. "It gave me a nice feeling. I enjoyed it."
"I didn't accomplish anything," she cried, frustrated. She hadn't gotten Lew up.
He took her in his arms and kissed her. He ran his hands down her back to her jutting buttocks. He played with her ass. "I didn't know you felt this way. I guess I feel the same way, too. But it's no good. I can't get an erection anymore. A fine husband I make."
She suddenly pushed him flat. She saw the surprised look on his face. "Maybe I've been too gentle with you," she said. "Some men like to be dominated."
"It won't work.
"Shut up." Her hand flashed out, caught him flush on the face. He winced with pain. She took his cock and pulled at it. "Damn it, get it up. Get a hard-on."
She squeezed his penis brutally. She saw the hurt look on his face. Then she felt a throbbing under her fingers. She felt the stiffening of his cock. He was getting a hard-on. She straddled him and guided his cock to her pussy.
She saw the realization on his face and she sank down on his pole. Her cunt surrounded his prick and she moved up and down and her tits bobbed. She clawed at his chest.
He was moving with her. He was fucking her.
"That's what you needed," she cried out.
She stayed on top of him till his cock shrank. Then she rolled off him. "I don't think you're going to have any more trouble," she said.
"Thanks to you."
"Do you love me. Lew?"
"Of course."
"Tell me, you idiot."
"I love you."
She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. Her erect nipples stabbed against his chest. She bit his neck.
"What are we going to do about it?" he asked.
"What do you want to do?"
"Fuck our lives away."
She breathed deeply and her eyes shone. "Kiss me. Kiss me hard." He kissed her hard, bruising her lower lip. "I love you so much," she said.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lew lay back in the bed and fell asleep, but his rest was not an easy one. Something had happened that night and he was worried about it.
Three days passed during which he had no sex with Belle. Suddenly he strode into Jane's room while her husband, Mike, was driving Belle to visit with a girl friend. He was naked and, after one look, Jane turned her back.
The young girl let out a gasp, not a gasp of passion, but one of fright, and began to quiver all over; her head snapping frontward, not daring to look back at that monster again.
"I ... I had b-better be going to bed. It's g-getting late."
She was shivering more now and her balloons shook gelatinously, slipping and sliding all over her rib cage beneath her tight dress.
But Lew didn't step back in a gentlemanly fashion as she obviously wished. He moved a bit to one side till the impression of his cockhead was centered in the slit between the great half moons of her buttocks, gently grasping her meaty upper arms. Then he leaned forward and pressed the blunt instrument deep between her ass cleavage, pressing it deep into the clinging white silk.
"D-don't, please don't," she pleaded, reaching up and placing cool, slender fingers across his, twisting her lovely face back and staring into his eyes, her full pouting lips a scant, breathless inch from his. "My marriage is a happy one, and ... and you are a very attractive man. I ... I would never do anything to spoil my marriage."
Her words were of protest, but there was a deep fire burning in her eyes that belied her words and even now her hips were beginning to swivel slowly as Lew thrust his steel-hard cock a little deeper between the big globes.
"He need never know, darling," Lew pleaded, running his lips wetly over a velvety-smooth shoulder blade that showed through the slit in her dress.
"He'd know as soon as he ... he had me, Lew," she protested weakly through teeth that were knitted tight in passion, her head now thrown back resting against Lew's forehead. "Y-you would stretch me so much with ... with that."
"You mean because Mike's smaller than I am?" Lew asked, his hands beginning to run caressingly over her soft arms, leaving goose-flesh in their wake.
"Y-yes ... much smaller, but then aren't most men?" Her voice was barely audible now.
"We could do other things then, just as exciting things."
"B-but I've never done that, Lew." Her lush hips were really wriggling now, pressing back against the great lump. "It seems so distasteful to me."
"I promise you that mine isn't," Lew whispered, slipping his hands down under her arms and fingering his way through the armpit opening in her dress to caress the bulge of her great breasts. Then he slid one hand away as the other ventured further onto the satiny flesh, and there was the distinct sound of a zipper opening.
"Oh ... please don't," she pleaded, but the fire in her lovely azure-blue eyes was a holocaust now. "I ... I'm terribly frightened."
"You'll learn to love him, darling," he purred, boldly slipping his hand deeper into her dress and cupping the gigantic melon, his fingers sinking deep into the flimsy nylon bra. "Oh, your breasts are fantastic."
There was no resistance left in her as she melted back against his rock-hard body, her head tilted sharply back, hissing sounds escaping her clenched teeth.
Lew took one of her hands and led it behind her. "Oh, no ... we really mustn't," she pleaded, but she didn't resist.
"We really must before I go out of my mind," Lew whispered as he hefted the giant globe, marveling at its resiliency, its incredible weight.
He drew Jane's hand back ... back, till her fingers encountered something steel-hard and moist. She looked down and gasped; her talon-tipped fingers were resting on the great head of Lew's cock. The great red gland was peeping out from under the tight circle of foreskin, seminal fluid running in long, sticky strings to the carpet.
"You ... you'll spoil my carpet," she protested weakly, placing a forefinger over the wet slit as though to stop the flow. "Mike will notice."
"It dries clear, baby," Lew murmured through teeth that were nibbling on an earlobe. "I know, it's happened before."
"Oh," she sighed, thrilling to the acute sensation of fingers that were now teasing her great nipple into even further erection. "What a man you are ... your ... your fingers are so gentle, yet your penis is so hard and brutish."
"It can drive you crazy if you'll only give it the chance, darling."
"Oh, I want to now, Lew," she gasped, wriggling her lush ass against the hard stab of his great cock. "B-but you'll ruin me for Mike. He'll know immediately."
"Then do as I suggested, darling ... please, your lips are so red and luscious," Lew pleaded desperately as two fingers worked on the giant nipple with a masturbating motion.
"I ... I'll try, but I won't be any good, Lew. I don't know what to do," she moaned, dropping to a crouching position, her ass almost splitting the tight silk, her massive melons plunging forward and almost popping out of her low-cut dress.
"You couldn't do anything wrong with those luscious lips, baby." Lew was moaning now too. "Peel the foreskin back."
As Jane peeled the tight bit of flesh back and his great pear-shaped vermilion gland popped free of its protective covering, the former revulsion she had felt for such a licentious act melted away. She could see his big hands clenched into tight fists by his side, the knuckles bloodless and white. A feeling of raw power flowed through her like warm oil, igniting the fuse of her passion. She knew now that she had within her the spineless creature who offered no resistance to a big cock.
She had always dominated Mike, but he was a weak lover who offered no resistance to her. Ah-h-h, but this was a different kettle of fish. Here, she had a fantastic male with what must certainly be the biggest penis in the world, completely under her will, craving for her to suck his penis. She knew now that she craved to suck it just as much as he wanted her to, but at all costs he must never know that or domination over him would end.
"I ... I feel so foolish," she said weakly, trying to sound as much like a frightened little girl as she could, but at the same time driving him wild by working her painted, juicy lips a scant inch from the head of his cock like a stranded goldfish, wetting them with the tip of her pink tongue till they shone as though they had been varnished. "W-what should I do?"
"Oh ... just put those marvelous lips on it ... please."
She could see that Lew was going out of his mind from the vision of her teasing pretty lips, so close to the head of his penis but not making contact.
He groaned and thrust his big hips forward but she teasingly drew back, her luscious lips pursed into a suggestive O shape.
"You're very naughty, Lew," she reprimanded softly. "If I'm going to do it, I prefer to do it my way."
"But you don't have any way! You've never done it before."
"Don't you think I know that, but I have a strange feeling that you're going to be thrilled as you've never been thrilled before ... I ... I'm beginning to like the idea.", The agonizing look on his face told her that she could tease and dominate him with obscene suggestions as well as with actions. Oh, this was going to be sensational!
But how long dare she let his great shaft throb at full extension in her hands? She had heard that men can only maintain an erection for just so long. Also she was crazy-mad to have that great juicy tidbit in her mouth; the musky male aroma that was emanating from it was raising her to a fever pitch of passion.
Working her painted lips as though the goldfish was wildly gasping its last, she leaned forward and slid them over the sloping sides of his dripping gland. Oh, marvelous, it didn't taste bad at all; a bit salty, but otherwise an erotic cocktail that fired her senses.
That book, what had it said? That paperback book that she had found when she was rearranging Mike's dresser drawers. It had been repugnant to her, but she avidly read it to the last page without putting it down once. It was a Psycho-Med masterpiece. She remembered how it described the girl centering her attentions on the underside of her man's cock-head, where it had said that the nerve endings to passion were wide open and raw ... in short, the most sensitive part. She recalled the explicit illustration.
That book had taught her more about male reactions than any "how to" book on sex written by impotent doctors that she had ever read.
So, as she wriggled her ripe lips upward, she curled her tongue along the underside of the great gland, probing like a water snake entering its lair along the deep cleft, pistoning back and forth to increase the friction.
"You delicious liar," Lew gasped, pounding his fists into his sides from the excruciating sensation. "I thought you'd never blown a man before."
"Blown a man? ... What's that?" she gurgled, running her tongue vigorously over the tiny tendons that were attached to his foreskin at the base of the cleft. She remembered that the book had said that was the most sensitive part of all. What a shame some men were circumcised and missed that delicious thrill.
"Y-you mean you really never have?"
"M-m-m-m-m ... I see I've been missing a lot." Jane felt his hands in her hair, twisting his fingers into the silken tresses and drawing her forward. "I said no." she said fiercely. Not able to draw back, she opened her mouth as wide as she could so that there was no contact on the slippery gland.
She felt his hands relax and her painted lips were back, higher up on the throbbing gland this time. It felt so great, so marvelous to have her lips back there, compressed tight and suctioning, the delectable strings of seminal drippings trickling down her throat. Lew moaned and squirmed about in ecstasy.
As she slid her lips high up the sharp slopes and snapped her teeth over the thick ridge as though she were re-capping a bottle top, she remembered something else: his balls. The book had described how the girl had driven her man wild by toying with his balls while she Frenched him.
Jane fingered her way along the long, dangling sack till she encountered the great bulk of a testicle, heavily laden with sperm. It felt so heavy, so masculine. For some reason she thought of an atomizer. If she squeezed it hard, would delicious sperm shoot into her mouth? No, she wanted her painted lips that were smearing lipstick all over his shaft and head to draw that out of their own accord.
Then she remember something else: the girl in the book pumped her head back and forth to increase the friction, even using her teeth. Jane decided that she must read that book carefully at the first opportunity. Slowly, then with gradually increasing momentum, the ravishing girl began to pump her head back and forth, her sharp white teeth grating over the tender cock-flesh.
Lew's cock was gigantic, but fortunately Jane's mouth was inordinately large and, though her cheeks were puffed out so far she felt they might split, gradually his shaft began to skewer deeper and deeper down her throat, till finally she pressed her red lips triumphantly into the dense black hair that comprised his bush.
Lew's pulse was pounding a crescendo in his head, the blood was scalding hot in his veins. This was no inept beginner sucking his cock! This was by far the most devastating blow-job he had ever been blessed with. If she was a beginner, how fantastic she would be with a little practice. And the most marvelous thing of all, she had so much magnificent pulchritude to go along with it. What an unbeatable combination!
Finally, Jane's passions aroused to a pitch never attained before; she released his testicles and, placing both hands on his long stalk, one above the other as though she were gripping a baseball bat, she began to jerk him fiercely, at the same time pumping her head back and forth so fast her head was a blur in the room.
Then what she craved so much was hers; a blast of hot, sticky come spewed into her mouth, ricocheting past her tonsils and down her throat. She gagged at first, bits of sperm shooting from the corners of her mouth, but then managing to time each succeeding blast, she gulped it all down eagerly without missing a drop.
But by now Jane was ravenous; she craved more, but her avidly suctioning mouth couldn't draw out a drop, he was juiceless.
"No," Lew wailed. "No more ... you're killing me."
Jane nodded, indicating she understood, but she didn't release the limp organ. She kept it in the boiling confines of her mouth, gently moving her painted lips back and forth, her teeth nibbling softly on the tortured flesh. Gently taking the limp cock between forefinger and thumb, Jane tilted her head so that he could drink in the sight of her full lips as his soft knob slipped out from between them. She pulled back and trailed the sticky head with her tongue as it left her mouth.
She looked up at Lew from her crouched position, a wicked smile curling the corners of her ripe lips. "I ... I know I was terribly amateurish and you couldn't have enjoyed it very much. But please be patient with me, darling. I know I'll do better next time."
Lew Bugger fell back in a daze. A vision came through to his fogged brain. Why had he wasted so much of his life fucking girls in the ass? Why had he left behind a trail of bloody ass-holes? Suddenly he saw the true light. He would be a new man. He would turn over a new leaf.
He drifted off to sleep. He could hardly wait for the next day, when he planned to get together with Jake. The fun the two of them would have, trapping a couple of teenaged girls, taking them off to the woods and raping the hell out of their sweet mouths.
