Continuing with the oft-posed literary theme which he developed in the first volume of Blackmailed Into Sin, contemporary novelist Roberts has taken us further into the mind of a young wife than anyone since the great psychological insight novels of the twenties.
It is a trip fraught with peril as we examine, like the scientist peers through his microscope, the workings of a young woman's fears. Lisa Moore has returned home again, contrary to the Wolfeian theme, and has found her homecoming changed overnight into a nightmare straight from the Marquis de Sade. It is sometimes not a pretty voyage that author Roberts takes us on, but he does so without apology or plea, for such is the message he offers us through the literary device of the contemporary novel.
In modern times, in the day of the cinematic novel, the New Fiction or non-fiction novel, seldom do we discover a writer who can tell us the story that is his burden and do it so perfectly that we turn each page one by one, anxious to reach the exciting climax of his work but, at the same time, reluctant to tread too quickly lest we lose some of his message in our haste.
Mr. Roberts is such an author. A thoroughly modern writer, blessed with a hard-hitting style as direct and readable as any, he is nevertheless steeped in the fine traditions of the old-school novel, the readable novel. It is with great pride and pleasure that we offer this, the second and final volume in Mr. Roberts' exciting story of a young woman's potent sexuality.
-The Publisher
SUMMARY VOLUME ONE
Jed and Lisa Moore were back home at last ... back in the town where they had grown up, where they had fallen in love, home again in the best sense of the word. Jed's work had taken them to New York City, where they had lived in a crime-ridden suburb and made the years livable by thinking of the day when they would go home again. And at last it happened, that long-awaited promotion that meant that Jed and Lisa could plan their homecoming and start buying furiture. But their joyous return home was cut short by Jed's being called back to New York for additional training in the company's newest computer series, and Lisa found herself suddenly alone in a town full of memories. Nothing was as she remembered it. The old downtown neighborhoods had turned into ghettos, like the ones they had escaped in New York. The forested hillsides were budding with new suburbs that were not even a gleam in a land developer's eye when they had left for college. And in her loneliness and confusion, a pair of faces from her past.
First there was Sherry ... bubbling always with fresh excitement, gregarious, the tall willowy redhead was a real party-girl, just as she had been in high school. There had been some speculation about her reputation, but Lisa was not the sort to dredge up past mistakes. Sherry had been her best friend once, and she was excited at the prospect of making that dormant friendship once again what it was.
But hard on Sherry's heels came another ghost out of those high school years ... Skipper Wilson, her old boyfriend. His telephone call, coming as it did when she was so depressed, touched off a flood of nostalgia as surely as a Dick Clark Rock 'n Roll Show, and when he asked her out, simply for dinner and a few drinks, she agreed. It seemed innocent enough, not the sort of thing that Jed would worry about, though she had to admit that he would not have approved her having dinner with Skipper. Skipper had come before Jed, and like most men, Jed bore him a bit of a grudge. Lisa knew what it was and there was nothing she could do to change that now ... she had made that one mistake in Skipper's car parked up near Wolf Ridge Road.
Dinner was glorious. The atmosphere at the Sheffield Inn, exquisite. And the after-dinner brandy, all a person could want. And when Skipper suggested that they take their brandy in the plush suite that he kept at the Inn for business meetings, Lisa reluctantly agreed. Did she really know what was going to happen in that suite? It was a question that she would ask herself a thousand times after that incident. And another question ... Could she have stopped him before it was too late?
But whatever the answers, nothing could change what happened in Skipper's suite. One little mistake, a few minutes of letting her guard down, and her marriage was dangling by a thread.
The real horror of her seduction came much later. The boy that she had left behind in high school was now a man ... a man filled with vengeance and hatred. He blamed her for their romance fizzling, and his perverted tastes were catholic. In the days that followed, he dragged her pell-mell through a catalog of sexual tortures ... fellatio, sodomy, rape!
And now, as Volume Two begins to unfold, Lisa is awaiting her husband's imminent return. Only Sherry knows the truth and Lisa will have no part of telling Jed what has happened. She is determined to "tough it out" in a last-ditch attempt to save her crumbling marriage. For young Lisa Moore, it will soon prove to be the fight of her life ....
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The morning of her husband Jed's homecoming found young Lisa Moore torn between unknown emotions so strong that every move she made, every single thought she possessed, found an opposing argument in the confusion of her mind. Of course she wanted her husband home again. What devoted wife wouldn't? But there was something else, something sinister and threatening that, while it drove her to him in search of some easy solution that only husbands can offer, still tormented her every waking moment. And haunted her dreams at night.
If only I had never agreed to have dinner with Skipper! she thought painfully for the hundredth time since getting half-reluctantly out of bed that morning. It had all seemed so innocent that afternoon less than two weeks before-a reunion dinner with an old friend who just happened to be her first lover. Just a dinner and some talk about old times, that was all it was planned to be. Was I so wrong, she asked herself again and again all week. Was I to blame ? Did I really think that it would all stop so innocently with dinner? Was I such a fool?
I should have known what was in store during dinner, she thought. I should have been bright enough to know ... and to get out of there! He practically told me and still I didn't listen!
* * *
"You remember that spot down there ... right by that clump of oaks?" the handsome blond man asked with a knowing grin.
Lisa blushed bright crimson. She was grateful for the dim candlelight of the Sheffield dining room. "Yes, Skipper, I remember. That's not the sort of thing a girl forgets. Even when she's happily married."
"And you are happily married, aren't you? That's why you're having dinner with your exlover!" he shot back bitterly.
"Oh, Skipper, you're leaping to all the wrong conclusions!" Lisa tried to explain, careful to keep her voice down. "I just agreed to have dinner with you, that's all. Jed and I are pretty modern about our marriage. He wouldn't object to my having dinner out."
"Even with me? ... You don't have to answer that. I'm sorry to be so rough on you, but I just don't like to play games. You and I are here for one reason ... and we both know what it is!"
* * *
We both know what it is! We both know what it is! God, did I really know then what was planned for me? Did I walk into his arms with my head on straight?
She had reluctantly agreed to have brandy in his business suite, a move that looked incredibly foolish in retrospect, but that had seemed perfectly logical at the time. What a smooth talker he is! He had me right around his finger from the very beginning!
* * *
"Skipper, I have to say something ... I've been thinking about what you said and you were right. But that doesn't excuse being unfaithful, nothing does. Perhaps I intended to let all of this happen, I don't know," she said haltingly, her eyes glistening with the glow of the fire shimmering in her tears. "But if I did, I was wrong. And now ... now I'd like to go home before we ruin a nice evening."
"Lisa...." It was all so unreal, like it was happening to some other girl and not to her. She was just one of hundreds in a darkened cinema, watching as some poor young woman let herself be caught in a web of lies and illicit emotions that she knew would ensnare her as surely as leather bonds. She wasn't Lisa Moore ... she was someone else ... Lisa Moore would never have been so foolish!
He held her face in his palms and tilted her to meet his burning stare ... his lips closed on hers and his tongue burst through her clenched teeth and probed deeply into her throat.
* * *
And I could have stopped him even then! He wouldn't have raped me, not with all those people there in the Lodge. I could have screamed for help if he tried, then before he had something black and sinister to hold over me, to blackmail me with!
Lisa looked up at the bedside radio ... eight-thirty! and Jed's coming in three hours! She climbed out of bed and pulled her sheer pale blue nightie up and over her head. The young blonde wore nothing underneath and she could see. all of herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Her stomach tightened in revulsion as she gazed searchingly at her full nakedness in the mirror-not at her nudity, certainly, for she was undeniably attractive, but at the remembrance of the past nightmarish week since her reunion with Skipper. He was a name out of her past, her first real boyfriend, her first lover ... and that was where he should have stayed. In the past with the rest of her memories. She had committed the lustiest sin now, that of unfaithfulness, and she knew that she deserved all the despair that single act had brought her.
Lisa felt a blush of shame as she relived that moment as surely as if it were now. She could have turned away, she could have stopped it from happening ... but she didn't.
* * *
His loins surged forward and ground salaciously against the upturned moistness of her crotch. His rigid pole of flesh slid along the furrow of her pussy like a plow, parting the pink hair-rimmed lips until the bulbous head of his lust-swollen cock rubbed insinuatingly over the pearl of her clitoris.
She bit hurtfully into her lower lip, as if perhaps the physical pain could somehow ease the greater pain in her heart. Her mind reeled with a million twisted, confused images in a drug-like stupor, a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations so intense that their very intensity seemed to numb her conscience, somehow.
His words cut through the haze of her confusion like a knife. "Put it in, baby! Reach down there and put it in that sweet pussy!"
* * *
She could have refused him even then, she could have turned him away and been spared the lifelong shame of her infidelity. But again her body betrayed her, she surrendered to her own female passions!
* * *
His huge prick entered easily, warmly lubricated by the gushing wetness of her vaginal juices. His entry was merciless, not a cautious gentle inch-by-inch, but a plundering thrust of his loins that sent the purplish desire-swollen head of his cock burrowing relentlessly into the moist trembling depths of her belly, deeper than Jed had ever probed with his more-than-ample cock, deeper even than anyone had ever been ... !
* * *
Lisa turned away from the young married woman in the mirror, ashamed to face even herself in her remembrance of her lustful unfaithfulness. Tears stung her still-sleepy eyes and she felt weak and unable to stand; her knees were like rubber and she had to sit down again on the edge of the bed. God, how many men had it been ? It's been like an endless nightmare since that night with Skipper. That awful man who pushed his way in here, he was the first ... Dear God, why didn't I just die that morning and end it all right there? Why? He was so horrid and dirty ... so cruel!
* * *
His uniform was the khaki of a deliveryman, but his shirt bore no insignia, and he had obviously left his cap outside, for the white line was clearly visible against the sun-reddened flesh of his forehead. His clothes seemed freshly ironed, but still dirty and spotted with the greasy remnants of recent meals. A button was missing just above his belt and his barrel-sized gut, matted with hair the consistency of coarse steel wool, jutted vulgarly, his navel a gaping void in that heap of flabbiness ... !
"Skipper said you might give me a little trouble, bitch," he said, seemingly spitting down at her. "He said to tell you to be real nice and to show me a good time like you did for him last night. He said he'd do his best to keep last night a secret. To keep your ol' man ... Jed, that's his name, ain't it? ... from finding out. That is, as long as you treat me right....
"... You're lying ... he didn't send you. I think you're crazy and I want you out of here before I call the police! I'm not joking!"
His eyes widened and something seemed to be triggered in his brain...."Get down on your knees, cunt! ... You can do it real nice-like on your own ... or you can fight it and I'll get rougher ... Take your pick, cunt ... but you will suck it! You'll suck it good like the boss promised!"
* * *
Lisa shuddered and shook her head to jar her thoughts back to the present. The rest was too painful even now to think about ... that awful phony deliveryman who forced his vile and despicable thing into her mouth and made her suck it until his filthy lust was quenched. And even worse, the Black man that Skipper had brought to her apartment ... they had broken in and were waiting for her when she got home. Skipper was furious that she had gone to her girlfriend, Sherry, with her nightmare, but she was the only person on earth that Lisa could trust with a secret as vile as that. And to show his contemptuous hatred, he ex acted his revenge in the most despicable way he could dream up ... by throwing her to his Black friend like she was just some gutter tramp that they had picked up for a couple of drinks in a sleazy bar. Even the memories of what he did to her were too much to bear and Liza somehow found the strength to get off the bed again and finish getting dressed. She had to drive to the airport and that was a full hour's task in itself, and Lisa knew as well that she had an even greater chore ahead of her ... she had to somehow exorcise this gloominess and despair in time for Jed's homecoming. He was no dummy; Jed Moore was always smart enough to see right through her and she knew that unless she could cloak herself in a demeanor of cheerfulness, he would suspect immediately. And telling Jed the truth about that past week was something that would have to wait ... if she managed it ever!
Lisa pawed through a drawer full of undies and found Jed's favorites, a sheer pair of naughty black panties and matching brassiere that he had ordered as a joke from one of those Hollywood mail-order lingerie outfits. They were all lace and sheer black nylon around the cups of the bra, and a tiny heart was embroidered on her behind with her initial across it.
They were silly and she knew it, but they had become a sort of symbol of their lovemaking, a kind of signal Lisa sometimes used when she wanted to be womanly and coy. Of course, lovemaking was. about as far from her mind as murder, but she knew that it would have to be ... there was no better way to assure her husband that everything was normal. That was one of the secret beauties of making love-you don't have to talk so much.
Lisa put her arms through the straps of the brassiere and secured the lacy cups around her breasts, then hooked the tiny metal hooks in back and adjusted it, watching herself in the mirror. Her body seemed unmarked and natural, and on an impulse she took her bottle of baby oil from the dresser and began to smooth it over her flesh. Her skin glistened from its oily softening action and Lisa thanked God that, at least, she bore no telltale bruises or welts from this past week of wildly forbidden sexual excesses. Almost as an afterthought, Lisa opened her slender thighs and lowered her head to examine the soft inner flesh of her upper legs ... Damn, I almost missed this one!
Was it her imagination or was the faintly purple bruise really lip-shaped ? And whose lasting mark was it? The phony deliveryman? Le roy, the drug-pusher and pimp who, along with Skipper, feloniously entered her apartment ... and entered her as well ? Or was it the big dumb one they called Floyd? Which man had crudely kissed her there, kissed her hard enough to leave a bruise?
Lisa shook her head and ran her fingers through her long blond hair. Oh, my God, it could have been any of them ... they all did it! Oh, I feel like such a ... whore!
Lisa shook her head violently and tossed her luxuriant blonde tresses until they flailed about her face, as if somehow she could literally drive these haunting memories from her mind. She looked again at the clock ... I've got to stop torturing myself and start thinking positively! Jed will know something's wrong in a minute if I don't get this out of my mind at least for now!
She turned the bedside radio on and found a rock station playing uninterrupted sounds guaranteed loud enough to keep anyone from thinking. A flick of the wrist and the room throbbed with the rumbling bass and soaring trebles of some California group working its way to success. It was a desperate ploy, but it worked. For a moment, anyway, young Lisa Moore could be the devoted wife Jed had left behind when he went to New York.
But the pretty young blonde knew that there was one person that she could never deceive-even as she hummed along with the music, the hurtful agony of her shame ate at her heart like a fitful monster!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Heavy double-lined shades kept the morning sun from intruding into the cavern-like darkness of this bedroom. Only the thinnest line of harsh sunlight gave evidence to the day already many hours old outside. Sherry had been due at the office nearly half-hour before, but luckily only the ancient Mrs. Marlin was there to answer the phone when she telephoned that she would be late. What a dear that old woman was, she would believe anything!
The heat was on but the tall statuesque redhead shivered anyway as she hurried across the thick shag carpet to crawl back between the satin sheets of the king-size bed. She lifted the top sheet carefully, hopefully, but the virile muscular torso beneath it stirred, anyway.
"What time is it, baby? You're up awful early, aren't you?" Skipper asked sleepily.
"Almost nine ... and I told you last night I had to call in with some excuse or I'd lose my job. I can't afford to get fired again." He had his hand on the sheets and she tugged at the hem, anxious for the warmth of the bed. She was stark naked. And uncomfortable as he stared at her. Skipper had the sort of cruel probing stare that seemed to burn at your skin, though there was certainly nothing about her that he hadn't seen already. Either the night before since they returned from dinner and too many drinks, or a week before, the last time the voluptuous redhead had graced his apartment. She had come then with an avowed purpose, a mission of almost sacred urgency ... the intended rescue of her best friend Lisa from the clutches of this madman. But she had failed then, just as she had failed a thousand times before when she tried to garner firm control of her body and her passions. Skipper, smug in his knowledge of her insatiable needs, twirled her about his fingers like so much clay, toying with her, taunting her. Until finally his hand sought boldly the eager moistness of her womanhood ... and there was no defense left. She surrendered to Skipper Wilson like she had surrendered to countless others before him ... good men and bad, old and young. White and Black. Any man!
He propped himself up on one elbow and reached out to her, his fingers lightly grazing her belly and searchingly moving downward to the auburn-colored vee of her pubic curls. "You really ought to tell 'em to shove that job, Sherry. It's like I said ... with me you could make some real money. And sleep late every morning."
Sherry felt a shiver ripple along her spine. "P-please, Skipper honey, I don't want to talk about it again. I . , . I told you, I just couldn't. I mean, call it what you like, I'd still be a ... prostitute!"
"Oh, don't use that word, baby," the naked young blond man grinned. "You'd just be having a little fun, that's all, nothing worse than you do, anyway. And this way, you'd get paid for it!"
"Skipper, stop it! It's still prostitution ... I'd be selling my ass no matter how you dress it up."
The naked young man smiled and ran his fingertips lightly down the inside of her smooth naked thigh. She shuddered as though his electrifying contact stung her sensitive flesh. "C'mon, Sherry ... you know I'm right. You're a natural, baby ... I've never seen a chick who liked to fuck more than you do! Face it, honey ... you're a nympho and you might as well cash in on it. I wouldn't set you up with no real animals ... just a bunch of horny old men and young kids. You like young stuff, don't you?"
Sherry leaped away from him like he was contagious. "Damn you, Skipper! I am not a nympho! I can handle myself as well as any woman and I won't let myself become a ... a whore just because it's an easy way to make money!"
"That's a start ... at least you admit it's easy work," he grinned and before she could angrily reply to his smugness, he casually threw back the sheets with one hand and watched the look on her face as her gaze fell on his complete virile nakedness. "Come here, Sherry," he said quietly, with no emotion in his voice. "Come here."
"N-no ... I won't!" The voluptuous redhead, seemingly unconscious of her nudity, tried to stand up to his irritating cockiness, but her voice was thin and betraying. Her eyes seemed drawn mystically to the stalwart rigidity that beckoned from his masculine loins.
"Come ... here ... Sherry!"
She edged within his reach and Skipper's hand grabbed at her wrist and tightened hurtfully. He pulled her hand close to the turgid flesh of his throbbing hardness.
"Touch it, baby ... put your hand on that hunk o'meat there and tell me you don't love cock! Just close your eyes and think about last night ... about how good it felt in your sweet tail! Think about that and tell me I'm full o'shit!"
Sherry shivered as if in the throes of some tropical fever and she fought with all her strength to resist his cutting ugliness, to prove him wrong. But she couldn't.
"C'mon, bitch! Put your hand on my dick and tell me you don't want it! Tell me you don't want my eight inches up your twat right now so bad you can taste it!"
The deliciously naked redhead looked down at him with a look that could have melted ice; her tiny white teeth bit into her trembling lower lip as she carefully enunciated her bitterness. "You really are a bastard, Skipper! You're the biggest SOB I ever knew!"
The handsome young man grinned smugly. "Yeah ... but I'm right, aren't I, baby?"
Sherry's face flushed with a hue as crimson as her hair. "Goddamn you! Goddamn you to hell, Skipper Wilson!" she shrieked, but she knew that she had lost to him. Just like the countless times before with a hundred different men whose names she had forgotten ... she had lost again.
"Stop all that gab and get busy, Sherry ... I could use a little more pussy to get the day rolling." He leered at her smugly and pointed with his free hand to the nakedly jutting stiffness of his erection. "You on top this time, honey ... I don't feel like tiring myself out."
"Skipper, I ... !"
He cut off her words with a painful twisting of her wrist and then with his other hand he squeezed her fingers around the lust-hardened thickness of his cock. Her fingers felt warm and inciting and he could sense the surging heat of his own passion rush into the still-stiffening hardness. Sherry looked away but he could feel her surrender as surely as if the words had passed her lips; when he pushed his cock up between her encircling fingers, she began to slowly pump it affectionately.
"Atta' girl ... now climb on top and put that nice stiff dick up between your legs where it belongs. Come on ... and then we'll talk about my little proposition!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jed's connecting flight from New York was an ancient prop-jet that looked strangely out of place among the sleeker jets that crowded the area's jetport. It wheezed when it touched down, like an old woman anxious to feel the earth once again beneath her, and Lisa found herself holding her breath until the battered old plane taxied to a stop in front of the terminal. It paused an interminably long time there on the apron while a rolling staircase was wheeled out to its side like an artificial kidney machine in a hospital. Finally, the engines sighed and quit and the door opened. Another eternity passed before anyone could manage to secure the stairs to the doorway.
The first-class passengers disembarked ahead of the others and Lisa knew from experience that Jed's employers flew only the top executives first class-tourist class was good enough for the rest.
She caught her first glimpse of him as he nodded his farewells to the cabin stewardess; he was tieless and wrinkled and looked weary from a long exhausting trip. He carried his familiar brief case, the same one that he lugged around the campus through college, and the pretty young woman who awaited him felt a flood of emotion at seeing Jed home again. To tell him everything, to run to him for solace as only a husband could give ... that would have been heaven itself. But Lisa knew that she was condemned, for now at least, to live with her own private hell.
She moved as close as airport regulations allowed, standing anxiously just outside the metal-detecting archway where an armed security guard loafed aimlessly, his feet propped on the examining counter and his over-blown behind resting on the window edge. When Jed rounded the corner, he saw her and his weary expression suddenly brightened and his face lifted with anxious excitement. "Lisa!" he called above the heads of the others. "Lisa!"
Forgetting the security arrangements, she started to run to greet him, eager for the warmth and security of his arms again. The burly guard clattered to his feet, his boots noisily crashing to the concrete floor.
"Hold it, lady!" he growled in his best TV cop manner. "You can't go past this gate without a pass!"
"Oh ... I'm sorry," replied Lisa, startled. In her hurry to see Jed again, to feel his strength, she had completely forgotten the guarded gate.
He was here now, anyway, and Lisa threw her arms around him as he dropped his brief case to embrace her. "Oh, darling, it's so nice to have you back!" she cried, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Is something wrong, honey?" he asked after he had kissed her lightly. "You sound upset."
The pretty blonde shook her head, looking over his shoulder to avoid his eyes. "N-no, everything's fine ... now that you're here. I just missed you, that's all."
Jed ran his fingers through his dark hair and put it in place again. "That's good to hear ... I thought you'd have all sorts of boyfriends while I was away!" he teased.
Lisa felt the anguish of his unknowing accusation twist and tear at her heart. "Oh, no, darling ... not many. Only a few!" she smiled in bitter irony. It was a difficult smile.
"Well, that's okay," he laughed and then leaned close to her ear as they finished the long walk to the lobby. "As long as you saved some for me ... it's been a long time, honey!" he whispered naughtily.
Lisa looked away, stinging from the burning moistness of tears in her eyes. She wiped them away with her coat sleeve before her husband could notice. Oh, Jed darling, how I hate deceiving you! If only I could tell you the truth! If only I could!
* * *
"C'mon, bitch, stop looking at me like you could cut my heart out. I ain't telling you nothing you didn't know already ... you're a cock lover, that's all. Why be ashamed of it? I love pussy ... why shouldn't you love cock? We're all liberated now, ain't that what you women were marching about?" His face was cut with a wet sneering grin and Sherry would have liked nothing more than to have slapped it sideways ... but there was more pressing urgency at hand.
He tugged at her wrist and the gorgeously naked redhead lifted a knee to his mattress and climbed onto the bed. She tossed one long slender leg across his thighs and straddled him. His stiffened cock rose up through the reddish curls of her pubic hair and brushed against the flatness of her belly. She looked down at it eagerly and took it with both hands. It hardened still further as she stroked it lovingly. Damn him, he's right ... I do love cock! I do!
She ran her fingertips lightly along its immense length, sliding the soft fleshy foreskin along the hard shaft, feeling it tremor beneath her gentle caress. The blue veins along its length stood out darkly, filled with the hotly throbbing blood that pulsed into the upraised penis as it grew into turgid rigidity.
"Don't do without, Sherry ... it's all yours!" he sneered.
Sherry glowered at him-she wanted more than anything to scratch his eyes out, but he knew her weakness. Instead, she levered her naked hips upward and positioned herself over the stiffly jutting head of his lust-distended cock. She reached between her thighs and worked the purplish head into the softly yielding lips of her vagina. They flowered eagerly around the knob of his cock and nibbled excitedly at the thick bloated stiffness of the shaft as she eased down inch-by-inch, skewering herself on the impaling hardness.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned through half-clenched teeth as she sank lower, almost down to his pelvis now. Another short grunting inch and she had all of his virile hardness deeply inside her wanton cunt. She sighed as it rushed up into her belly, the mushroom-shaped head bluntly smashing between the soft moist cuntal walls of her vagina in a quick thrust that pushed aside the flesh in wavelike shuddering ripples. Tremors of excitement trembled through her warm naked flesh; her thighs levered up and down and she began to pump frantically above his muscular loins, screwing down onto the now-moistened stiffness of his cock as it speared deliciously into her womb.
"Ooooooo, Skipper ... it feels so good this way! Push up, baby ... push it all up into my pussy!" she blurted out, uncaring that a moment before she had hated this man. Nothing mattered now but the passion-quenching bliss of his long hard prick!
He reached up and pulled her down closer to him, bending her acutely at the waist. Her breasts bounced in a rhythm of their own as they dangled beneath her in this awkward position. Skipper pulled her closer still and lifted his head; he put a pillow behind his neck and his lips began to hotly caress the pink lust-incited flesh of her nipples. "Mmmmmm, yes ... yyyyeeesssss!" she cried loudly, her body shivering wildly as she pumped up and down on the glistening impaled length of his good-size cock. She lifted her buttocks high above his pelvis until just the purple knob at the end of his organ remained inside her clasping vaginal lips ... then with a gasping cry of utter wickedness, she lowered herself hotly onto his rigid pole of cock-flesh until the entire length was all inside of her voracious cunt again. She clenched her buttocks cheeks tightly and felt the walls of her fervently clasping pussy suck his masculinity deep up into the lust-hungry pit of her belly. Skipper gasped beneath her at the incredibly powerful tightness of her vaginal grip ... it was like a hot wet hand in a velvet glove, squeezing and unsqueezing his cock until he could hardly hold back the surging flood of hot semen from his desire-inflated balls!
Suddenly, Sherry seemed to go insane ... her head tossed back and her red hair flailed about her like a thousand whips. Her eyes were tightly closed and she hissed hotly between her lust-clenched teeth. "Oooooohh ... Oooohhh ... Oooohhh!" she chanted mindlessly, madly scissoring her naked hips in a frenetic rhythm of unabated lust! She reached behind her buttocks and into the cleft between her thighs until she found the soft hairy spheres of his testicles and she squeezed them tenderly, fondly, like precious jewels, milking them as she humped wildly on the upraised hardness of his prick like it was a pump handle.
Her orgasm, when it came, was actually visible ... it welled up from her loins like a hot tide of liquid, screaming ecstasy. Skipper felt her thighs clenched tightly about his hips; her buttocks cheeks hollowed and she slowed her skewering pace to a wildly erotic tempo of deeply impaling thrusts. Her nipples hardened in his mouth and she trembled convulsively as his tongue caressed the soft flesh of her breasts. Suddenly, she tautened as if about to collapse into a seizure ... she filled her lungs with a short gasp of air and held it an interminable few seconds before she expelled it in a soul-moving scream that reverberated throughout the plushly decorated apartment and bounced off the walls.
"Aaaaaaghhhhhhh! Yes, yes, Goddamn, yes ... I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMMIINNNGG!" She reached behind her buttocks and milked frantically at both his heavy balls as she pistoned insanely on the still-erect hardness of his cock. She was there and beyond and his hard cock was driving her insane! It held her there and she couldn't stand to get off of it even if she went crazy!
"Oh, come, damn you, Skipper ... I can't stand it! Come!" she cried, her face contorted with passion and anguish. Finally, she felt the throbbing jerk of his cock deep in her belly and heard the gasp of fulfillment that signaled the end ... she cried real tears as she felt the hot viscous spurting of his sperm far up into her belly. It seemed to ricochet around much like her screams of a moment before, sloshing around in her insides warmly and filling her with his life-giving liquid. She collapsed against him, her breasts covering his face and he continued to playfully lick at them though even his touch made her shiver in the post-orgasm sensitivity of her nakedness. They were quiet a very long time and Sherry held him inside her, squeezed his now-rubbery cock with the practiced tightness of her cuntal muscles, until finally she could hold him no longer and his prick wetly slipped from her reluctant pussy-lips with a lewdly moist slurping noise.
"Now ... think about it with a clear head and a belly full of my cum. All the cock you could ever want ... and you'll get paid for it. Lots of money ... you can sleep late every morning and spend your afternoons shopping for nice new clothes."
For the first time, Sherry didn't angrily refuse his offer-there was a glimmer of possibility on her face. "I don't know, Skipper," she said finally. "I still don't like the sound of if ... it's whoring. I may like to fuck, but that's a whole different ball game."
"Ball game? Sherry, I didn't know you were a comedian."
"Oh, can it, Skipper ... you know I'm thinking about it. But it still doesn't grab me, you know?"
He rolled her sideways and lowered her gently to her side on the bed. "Well, since you're interested, let me tell you the rest. I didn't want to say anything until you'd, uh, taken the bait."
He stroked her still-quivering flesh as he talked, rubbing her flat smooth belly in gentle concentric circles.
"What rest? I thought...."
"You thought wrong, most likely," he interrupted. "You see, baby, I don't need to dabble in street trade. I make enough with my own, uh, various businesses. Nothing shady, you understand...."
"Yeah, just drugs, and hot cars, and God knows what."
"Shut up and listen, cunt. I'm trying to make you a good deal. And besides, it don't pay to be too smart. What I'm getting at is this. I have a lot of contacts, business associates of one sort or another, and they're often in town for meetings. That's why I keep that suite at the Sheffield Lodge."
"I know all about that suite," she said sourly. "My ass is still sore from that buggering your hoods gave me."
"You deserved that and more, snooping around like a bunch of clowns. Anyway, let me finish...." He rolled out of bed and fumbled around in the keys and money on the bedside table for a cigarette. " ... You wouldn't have to hustle your sweet ass for anyone but these, uh, associates of mine. No street stuff and no call operations ... just entertaining some out-of-town friends. These guys are all pretty important in the, uh, business I'm in and they like to relax when they aren't busy. Most of them have families somewhere, so it's strictly for kicks. And you'll get paid once a week, right out of my pocket. All in cash, no taxes to worry about."
The voluptuous redhead was obviously interested; she cocked her head to one side and ran a single finger down his hairy chest as he stood by the bed. Her finger didn't stop until it had passed lightly over his muscular abdomen and through the coarse thicket of his pubic hair. She trailed it teasingly along the length of his flaccid cock and grinned as it jerked under her delicate caress. "How much money, Skipper? That's something you haven't gotten around to. Just how much is in it for me?"
Skipper stared at her lightly freckled face, a knowing smirk on his lips. "I thought it was about time for that ... how does three hundred a week sound? That's all free and clear, naturally, none of it goes to Uncle Sam."
"Three hundred? That's double what I can make as a secretary ... but it's not really a lot of money."
"Okay, okay ... three fifty and I'll raise it to four bills after a few months if you do a good job and I don't get no complaints."
"After how many months?"
Skipper laughed. "You're catching on fast, baby. I always did think you had the makings of a damn fine fox. All right, after three months it goes to four big ones, okay?"
"It's sounding better all the time." She toyed fondly with his rubbery penis, teasing it into still another erection. Her fingernails tickled the leathery flesh of his testicles as the dormant shaft began to stir once again.
"There's just one other thing, Sherry...."
"Yeah, I was waiting for this ... here comes the catch, right?"
"It needn't be a catch ... there's nothing to it. I just figure there'll be times when one girl ain't enough, understand? I mean, you're a hot little number, but you can only do so much, right?"
"I have a feeling I know what's coming up."
"I just want you to have a number two girl for the hard times. Not a full-time deal like yours, but somebody you can call when you need some help."
"And I'll just bet you have someone particular in mind," Sherry said bitterly.
"You guessed it ... Lisa Moore." His voice actually seemed to harden when he said the name, as if it conjured up the specter of some haunting pain that demanded revenge.
"No way, Skipper!" she declared, sitting up in bed and drawing the sheet up to cover her nakedness. "I won't do it, not for any amount of money! Skipper, I'm thinking about your offer because I know what kind of a girl I am ... but Lisa isn't like me. She's good and sweet and she doesn't deserve this kind of life. You've made a mistake with her, a big mistake. I don't know what she did that's made you so bitter, but...."
"She hasn't made me bitter!" he snapped. "Stop saying that!"
Sherry smiled and nodded. "Then why are you getting so uptight? She dumped you a long time ago for another guy ... so what? If I went around trying to get even with every man who ever shit on me, it would be a lifetime job! Who the hell are you to be any different ?"
A menacing gleam seemed to radiate from the young man's blue eyes as he leaned close to the redheaded woman and spoke slowly, deliberately, right into her face. "That's my business, cunt, and I don't need your fuckin' advice! Now you get this straight ... you've heard my offer and you know what I want-your ass on a fulltime basis and Lisa to help out when you need it. I'll leave the rest up to you ... she'd listen better, anyway, to an old friend like yourself."
"You bastard! You really are determined to rope her into this sordid scene you've got going, aren't you? You won't rest until you've dragged her down to your level!"
His opened palm struck lightning-fast and hard across her cheek and sent her tumbling back onto the bed. She cursed him with her eyes as she tried to rub the hurt from her cheek.
"You'd better watch your mouth if you want to work for me, baby!" His words rolled from his lips like spit into her face. "You're just lucky we're alone ... if you ever say anything like that in front of my friends, I'll break your pretty neck. Now get dressed and get your ass out of here ... I've got work to do this morning that don't concern you. But you think about what I said ... Lisa will come around to my side. She don't want that pretty-boy hubby of hers to find out she's been fuckin' all over town!"
Sherry started to say something but thought better of it-that raging fire of revenge that burned in Skipper's eyes was no joke. She didn't doubt for a second that he would beat her up-or worse-if he got mad enough.
"You just think about what I offered you ... I'll take care of Lisa! She'll see it my way!" He laughed insanely, a throaty kind of chuckle that seemed to come from deep in his guts. It was an old laugh, a defense against an old, still-smarting wound.
Then and only then did Sherry Allen see just how dangerous this man could be. There could be no crossing him, not ever. She felt a shiver race along her spine and she cried inside for her girlfriend ... whatever he had in mind for Lisa would be worse than the nightmare that the young married woman had lived already! Sherry had an awful feeling that the unfolding of the past events was only the beginning...!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The long-dreaded day had somehow dwindled past much faster than Lisa would have dared to dream. If her husband had seriously suspected that something was wrong, he had done nothing to give his suspicions away. He had treated her to lunch at the Peddler's Lounge on the airport highway; she had remembered to thank God that he hadn't chosen the Sheffield, instead ... that would have been more than she could have handled! She knew that she would have cracked apart under the strain of being in that place again ... where it all started with that ill-fated dinner with Skipper. And where the most recent CHAPTER in her nightmare had unfolded ... with Skipper's friends.
Jed had been anxious to get home, hurrying away from the restaurant without his usual coffee, eager to kick his shoes off and relax in the tranquility of his new apartment. His trip had taken its toll and, though she was sorry to see her husband so exhausted, she was grateful for small blessings ... at least he didn't want to talk much at all, sparing her the pain of pretending that everything was normal. But she knew that she could handle this masquerade now, the worst was over. She had met him and faced him again and her heart hadn't stopped in her chest as she feared it might ... it wasn't all over yet, but there was the faintest glimmer of hope now and Lisa was confident at least that she could go on living ... if only Skipper would leave her alone now that Jed was back. Surely, he wouldn't try anything now, she said to herself as she worked determinedly on Jed's dinner. He wouldn't be that stupid!
Jed had gone to his local office to check the mail and messages and had called just a few minutes before to let her know that he was on his way. The baked chicken dish was sizzling away in the oven, and the range-top boiled and bubbled with steaming vegetables and a potf ul of rich Jamaican coffee, Jed's particular favorite. After all, she thought, this was their first homecoming meal in their new apartment, and it had to be special!
Lisa was taking the chicken from the oven to check it one last time when the wall telephone buzzed insistently. Darn, what if he's going to be delayed? Everything will be ruined ... and I worked so hard!
She nearly dropped the heavy oven-glass dish in which the chicken was cooking and she managed to balance it on the metal edge of the countertop and grab the telephone all in one move.
"Hello ... don't tell me you're going to be late!" she exclaimed, pinching the receiver between her cheek and shoulder as she tested the chicken with a cooking fork.
The sinister chuckle that came over the wires indicated to her that she had made a mistake. "Jed ... is this you, Jed?" she asked cautiously.
"No, baby," replied the now-familiar voice. "This ain't Jed ... but I promise you I won't be late." He laughed loudly and young Lisa could hear others close to him in the room. "I didn't know I was expected ... what's for dinner?"
"What do you want, Skipper?" Lisa's voice was sure and cold with hatred. Jed's homecoming, perhaps, had given her renewed strength ... courage enough to stand up to Skipper at long last. "Jed's on his way home ... make it fast."
"Hey, hey, the little lady's getting tough!" he guffawed. "I'd better watch my step or she might beat me to death with that powerful right of hers!" There was a chorus of masculine laughter from somewhere near the telephone, drunken laughter, the sort one would hear at a stag party. Lisa thought of hanging up on him but she knew that he would only call back; no, it was best to get this over with before Jed came home.
"I didn't mean it that way ... I'm cooking and I have to get back to it. What did you want, Skipper?" she repeated. This time her voice was a little less cool, enough so, she hoped, to keep him from getting angry. She knew only too well what Skipper's anger could mean.
"I've got a favor to ask of you...." He paused and the sound of breathing came through the phone. " ... A good pal of mine is sending his son down on some business. He's a good kid, but he don't know no broads in town, you know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean ... but the answer is no. Not again, Skipper, you've pushed me far enough!" she answered forcefully, her words cracking a bit from the strain of remembering what he and his friends had done to her, already.
"Oh, those are mighty fine words, baby, mighty fine. But I don't think you really mean it. I think you'll see it my way and help me out this one last time."
"Skipper, I know I made a mistake letting you ... well, you know what happened, I don't have to remind you. But I don't aim to pay for it the rest of my life! Now, if that's all you've got to talk about, I'm hanging up ... my dinner is burning! Goodbye!" It was only after she slammed the receiver down in its cradle that Lisa realized that her arm was shaking like she had palsy. My God, I hope that was the right thing to do! Surely he won't keep after me now that Jed's back ... he'd be a fool!
* * *
"Hey, man, did the little lady tell you where to get off?" Leroy was doubled-over with laughter and his voice rose high in that manner peculiar to his breed-he was what they call a player, a street prince at his sordid profession. His line of work was the dream of the Blacks in his old neighborhood, the ghetto kid's idea of heaven-fine foxy broads on his arm and a flashy car with a wardrobe to match. He and Skipper worked different sides of the street, but their businesses brought them close often ... wherever you find girls working the streets, you find drugs. One follows the other like pestilence follows famine.
"Shut your black mouth, Leroy, before I close it permanently!" Skipper was clearly angry, but the muscular Black man knew that his racist words were just part of the act ... Skipper Wilson was no racist and if he were he would know better than to throw it in the face of the town's self-appointed street ruler.
"Oh, man, look at you!" Leroy hooted uproariously. "She's done got under your skin somethin' special! You're about to pop a gasket, man ... take it easy! She's just another honky snatch!"
"Yeah ... but that don't give her the right to talk back to me. I taught her a lesson once already and...."
"You mean, we taught her a lesson," he grinned, rubbing the inside of his thigh through his velvet trousers. "Man, what a sweet pussy that was!"
"Yeah, all right ... we taught her a lesson," Skipper said bitterly. "But it looks like she didn't learn too well. We just might have to give her another one."
Leroy smiled and his white teeth sparkled through the wetness of his grin. "Sure thing, Skipper...." He looked upward dramatically and rubbed the dormant thickness of his cock with his hand. "Any time ... a-ny-time!"
"Let me think about it ... I want to throw a good scare into her. I've pretty well got that redhead cunt -lined up to take care of the upstate boys when they're in town."
"You still messin' around with the big time?"
Skipper stirred his drink with his forefinger. "Yeah ... it's the only way to be sure of good connections. They've got a pipeline into the Canadian ports where the customs checks aren't so thorough. Anything I need, they can supply it ... and I can count on them. I'm through dealing with crazies and speed-freaks who never come through. If these guys say the goods will be here at eleven-seventeen Sunday night, then they'll be here at eleven-seventeen. Maybe a few minutes before, just to be sure. Man, I tell you, they're on the ball ... it's one helluva tight operation!"
"Yeah, but it's the Mafia or somethin', ain't it?"
"Who the fuck cares? As long as they hold up their end of the deal, what's the problem? I wouldn't wanta' cross them, that's for sure, but I don't aim to miss no payments. And that's part of why I want a couple of broads to entertain their boys when they're in town ... the happier they are, the better it is for me."
Leroy shook his head and stood up, brushing the wrinkles from his expensive trousers and adjusting his huge collar. Several expensive necklaces clattered about his neck as he shifted them. "I don't see why you gotta' have some full-time snatch ... I could lend you a couple outa' my stable, anytime!"
"Shit, Leroy, you know half your girls are junkies ... and the other half are just plain crazy! I couldn't trust 'em an inch. All it would take is for one of 'em to go nuts and start scratching some upstate big shot's eyes out of his head for a fiver! No, thanks, man, you just r keep those broads on the streets and away from me!"
"Now wait a minute, Skipper," Leroy began, holding his open palm up. "I got some nice women working for me now, not all those crazies like before. Listen, I got a new one sittin' outside...."
"Sitting outside!? Man, I'm beginning to wonder if it ain't you that's crazy!" Skipper shouted, rising to his feet from his richly upholstered leather sofa. "What the hell are you doing with some cunt outside!?"
"Aw, baby, calm down ... don't go getting all outa' joint. She's in the car and she's, well, kinda' stoned, you know? I knew she'd be happy there so I just left her. But I want to bring her in and introduce you ... she's new and she could use a little breakin' in, understand what I mean?"
Skipper was tempted to throw his pimp friend out of the apartment ... Bringing a hooker into my neighborhood! What if the cops should check that expensive car of his and find some bird in there stoned out of her tree! And she's probably holding, too!
"What'ya say, man? Can I bring her in? She's real sweet ... says she's eighteen but fifteen's more like it. Little hippie chick that drifted in from some commune that went bust."
"Oh, all right, bring her in," Skipper said, pretending that he wasn't interested, though he doubted that his act could fool Leroy. His Black friend knew how much he liked the young stuff ... teeny-boppers with hot pants. Goddamn, what a fuck some o'them could be!
Leroy wasn't gone more than five minutes and Skipper took advantage of the time to pour himself another scotch. There was no need in keeping the bottle handy for the new girl that Leroy was turning out ... if she was like most of the young stuff he had run across, they got their kicks out of anything but booze! Anything they could smoke or sniff or shoot up, that is!
He pushed her through the door ahead of him as if he half-expected her to bolt and run like a frightened doe. She was as young as Leroy had described her, a still-pretty teenager with hippie-long blonde hair that trailed down her back. If she was on the hard stuff, she at least hadn't lost her looks yet; but it was apparent that she was riding high on something-she had that silly crooked grin of a person on drugs and her eyes seemed unable to focus precisely, preferring instead to wander about aimlessly.
"This is Gloria ... I'd like you to meet my friend Skipper, baby. He can do you a lot of good in this business. If he likes the way you operate, he could steer a lot of bread in your direction."
She looked at him, her head cocked to one side, and moistened her lips with a swipe of her tiny pink tongue. "Do you like what you see, Skipper?" she asked coyly, running her hands down over her pert slender body. Her curves were girlish but tantalizing through the clinging softness of her short dress; she didn't wear stockings, but her legs were still attractively tanned from the summer sun. Mustn't be a junkie ... they never go out in the sun! he mused.
"Nice legs, honey," he said after he had looked her over.
She smiled a honey-sweet grin. "You really mean it? How about the rest of 'em?" Her fingers hooked in the hem of her dress and she pulled it up past the tops of her thighs; her tan faded there on the upper part of her slender girlish legs and the milky smoothness contrasted lasciviously with the black invitation of her sheer panties. It was apparent that she was probably broke or almost that way-her dress was clean and well-pressed but several years old and her panties had a tiny hole just inside the elastic of her left leg hole.
"Yeah ... the rest is even better. Turn around and show me some more," Skipper suggested, his breath beginning to come a little faster. Leroy grinned and nodded to her and passed a message with a secret wink.
"Sure, mister ... if you see anything you like, just yell." She turned slowly on her heels, her skirt still hiked up past her thighs, and then she inched it even higher, up over the pert curvaceous swell of her buttocks. Her taut teenybopper's behind was perfectly formed, like a small valentine, and her panties scarcely covered her definite charms. The black sheerness was pulled tightly into the crevice of her asscheeks and the smooth white half-moons peeked arousingly from under her panties.
The young teenager reached up under her dress and tugged at her undergarment until it slipped down over her buttocks; it tightened about her thighs and she pulled her panties slowly down her legs, bent far over to push them down to her ankles, and then stepped out of them. But she didn't stand up again; instead, she looked back over her shoulder and up at Skipper. "I didn't hear you yell ... did you see anything you liked?"
Her dress was up to her hips and her naked buttocks waved in his face like a cape in front of a bull; her tiny pink anus winked at him like an extra eye. Her buttocks-cleft was smooth and hairless, but the wispy sparse curls of her pubic fleece trailed lightly down between her slightly splayed thighs.
"Yeah, I see somethin' I like ... just stay in that position. Here...." He hooked a leather ottoman with his foot and propelled it in her direction. " ... brace yourself with this. Let's see if you're all talk."
Her face wrinkled in a brief moment of confusion, but she quickly caught on and leaned across the footstool, her dress now around her waist as she leaned steeply forward. She heard the metallic sound of a zipper being opened and then felt the insistent prodding of something fleshy yet rock-hard between her slender thighs. She opened her legs wider and looked back to watch.
"How about you? See anything you like?" Skipper inquired, holding his thickly erect cock in his encircling fist as he tugged down his pants and undershorts.
She smiled and showed two rows of near-perfect white teeth. Her eyes seemed to focus better now but they still glistened with the giveaway glaze of drugs. "I see a lot I like, honey ... about eight inches of it! Let's see if you're just a lot of talk."
Skipper laughed and let his cock-head ride up between her asscheeks. It prodded momentarily at the tautly clenched ring of her ass and Skipper thought wickedly of surprising her with a quick thrust right up her rectum, but decided to save that for another time ... this girl would make it well with Leroy's operation; she had just what the trade demanded-looks, her youth, and enough brains to put it all together. Yeah, she'd be around whenever he wanted her, all he had to do was give Leroy a call!
He leaned a bit to his left so he could see her face and then pushed her dress up to her armpits. She was braless and her pert girlish breasts, ripening in the soft pinkness of adolescence, dangled temptingly beneath her as she knelt like forbidden fruit. He reached around her trim hips and fastened a sweating palm around each one. "Put it in, Gloria ... reach between your legs and put it in!"
She said nothing but ob-eyed him instantly. Skipper saw a small hand reach up and close around the thick purplish knob of his cock; her fingers could barely encircle its distended circumference. The warm moistness of her small cuntal slit pressed incitingly against the bulbous, blood-filled head of his penis and he felt her young vaginal flesh flower around his intruding member as he pushed the erectness forward without even a pause for breath.
The young teenager tried not to cry out, but the pain of his sudden entry brought a shriek of unexpected anguish to her trembling lips. Skipper didn't pause at all but began to fuck her viciously, every thrust from the very beginning shoved as deep as it would go up between her slender thighs. His balls swung heavily up between her legs and he could feel her girlish warmth around him as he thrust deeply up into her blossoming pussy-slit. The soft light hairs of her vagina brushed the length of his moistened cock as the shaft slid again and again from her cunt's reluctant grip.
He made no effort to hold back. In fact, he tried his best to hurry it. This was no time for love-making ... if this girl was to work the kind of trade Leroy expected of her, she would have to get used to sex this way. And what better time to start than now!
Her feet weren't touching the floor at all now as he lifted her by her hips and held her pinned to his loins as his deeply skewering thrust bored relentlessly into her young vagina.
"Aaaawwww! Aaawwwww!" she bawled, like a young girl being spanked for some disobedience, but Skipper showed her no mercy. His fingers clutched at the flesh of her hips, leaving bright red welts and still she didn't touch the floor. Her only other support was the ottoman, which she clutched preciously, her budding breasts swaying rhythmically beneath her as the older man skewered her savagely from behind.
Skipper felt the rush of white-hot sperm up from his bloated balls and he didn't try to slow it ... it exploded in her belly like a cannon-shot and ricocheted around inside her hotly.
"Oh, God, it hurts! Aaawwww!" she shrieked again, but it made no difference. Her cry became a moan of sensuous release as she felt his viscous discharge slosh deeply into her insides.
Skipper grunted and shuddered as the last of his semen spurted into the young teenager's vagina. He dropped her wickedly when his lust was quenched and she fell to her knees on the shag carpet. A trail of his sperm marked her back and her inner thighs were moist with their combined wetness.
"She's all right, Leroy ... a real nice tight box, but I'm certain you know that already," Skipper laughed as the teenager climbed shakily to her feet, a thin smile on her face as if she wasn't certain whether to laugh or cry. "Now get her out of here ... I've got a lot to do. If this thing don't work out like I've planned it, maybe we'll use her for one of the regular girls. But give me a few days." He turned his back on them both without so much as a word for the young blonde girl.
"C'mon, baby, let's get movin'," Leroy urged, lifting her the rest of the way on to her feet again. "I'm takin' you over to meet some of the brothers ... They might be liberated and all that but they still like a little white pussy when they can get it! C'mon, hurry it up!"
She looked first at Leroy and then at Skipper's back as if perhaps she expected something different. But after a moment, the look of puzzlement faded and she merely shrugged and began to dress.
Skipper waved indifferently to them as they left, his hand on the telephone. He had already planned his words, just what he would say to that bitch for hanging up on him, but a smile split his face as he thought of a better way, instead.
Let her have her dinner with that punk husband of hers! She'll be working for me by tomorrow night or my name ain't Skipper Wilson!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Dinner was great, honey, just great," Jed exclaimed effusively. "I haven't eaten so well in weeks. But you don't seem too excited about it ... Is something wrong? You don't act yourself."
Lisa pushed her chicken around in its gravy with her fork. "Uh, no, Jed ... I just don't feel too well. Maybe it's the flu coming on. I hear there's a lot of it going around."
"Hmm, maybe...." He reached across the table and placed the palm of his hand on her forehead. " ... you do feel a bit warm. You ought to see a doctor just in case. We need a regular family physician now that we're settling here again. I thing that old quack my parents used to send me to is dead."
"Dr. Robertson? He was our doctor, too!"
"The same old quack ... there couldn't be two that bad in this city. He is dead, isn't he?"
"Yeah, over a year ago, but some younger guy has taken over his practice, I think."
"Then that settles it ... call first thing in the morning and go in for a checkup. If you do have the flu, you'd better get treated for it."
"Oh, yes, I will," Lisa nodded, grateful for the diversion in their conversation ... anything was better than the truth. "I'll call him right after breakfast."
He pulled at her cheek affectionately. "Okay, that's settled ... now let's clear the table and leave the dirty dishes in the sink."
Lisa looked startled. "Huh? Why leave them? I...."
He had kicked his shoes off under the table and he ran his socked foot along the inside of her leg. "Because I'd like to, uh, get to bed right away. Okay ?" he grinned boyishly.
Lisa felt a sickening dread tighten in her belly; she was torn on the horns of this dilemma as surely as if she had been staked out physically and pulled apart. Nothing would have pleased her more than the physical closeness of Jed right now, the strength of his manhood, his strong arms tight around her as they embraced in matrimonial bliss ... but her heart ached with such fierce intensity that it crowded all her other passions aside. How could I let him touch me? How could I think of letting him dirty himself by making love to me now ? After all I've done, how could I stand it?
She swallowed hard and forced a smile. "Okay, honey ... just let me rinse off a few plates and I'll be right there."
* * *
He was already beneath the covers when she finished; she stalled as long as she could without arousing his suspicions, secretly hoping that he was tired enough to just fall asleep. But she wasn't fated to escape this enigmatic duty so easily.
"I thought you'd forgotten," he mumbled sleepily as she crawled into bed wearing his favorite nightie.
"How could I forget, darling?" she whispered. Her voice nearly broke with emotion but she hoped that he would attribute it to her woman's passion ... and not to the burning anguish that raged in her soul.
His legs pressed urgently against hers as she wriggled beneath the sheet and blanket and then one crossed over her thighs and pulled her tightly close to his body. She could feel his cock, already erect, insistently prodding at her belly through the sheerness of her nightie.
"I missed you, honey," he whispered and encircled her with his arms. He drew her closer and kissed her passionately on the lips. She opened her mouth and his tongue pressed deeply over hers as their lips fought in the desirous combat of lovemaking.
Jed's hand moved suddenly down and under her nightie and up between her thighs. She moaned as his fingers caressed the soft tenderness of her vaginal flesh. Any other night, this would have been pure bliss, the perfect end to her day and the sort of things that dreams were made of ... but not this night. She kissed him again and again and tried achingly to respond as he would want her to, but the tormenting pain of her shame kept haunting her thoughts until she could hear her own voice screaming pathetically in the silence of her mind ... No, no! You can't! You're unclean, you're dirty! you're filthy with the stain of other men! How can you offer yourself to him as his faithful wife ... tell him what you really are ... tramp! Slut! Whore!
She fought the urge to scream and push him away and when he began to move over her, she opened her legs widely and pulled her knees back to her breasts. Mercifully, he entered her quickly before she had time to worry further about the wrongness of their lovemaking. She cried out as he thrust deeply into her vaginal sheath and her arms tightly closed around his back and she bit into his shoulder with her teeth.
It might have been minutes or hours ... Lisa Moore had no way of knowing. What should have been beautiful and wonderful had become a nightmare, something to urge to an end, to dread. She cried freely now, safe in the knowledge that she often cried when they made love ... only this time it wasn't tears of joy, but shame and hurt.
"What is it, darling? You've been acting funny all day?" he asked, startling the young blonde back to reality. She felt horribly ashamed that she hadn't even realized that he had finished. So great and demanding was her humiliating dishonor that she had lost herself in the slime of her painful memories ... of the other men who had toyed with her these past weeks, of the naked cocks that had entered her body and emptied their vile lusts inside her.
"Oh ... I'm sorry, Jed, I really am," she blurted.
"Sorry? For what? Because you need a night or two to get used to having me home again? It's nothing, honey, it happens to a lot of women! I don't blame you for it ... it hasn't been easy for me not having my woman to come home to every night. It was a long lonely time up there in the big city ... it must have been even worse for you."
Lisa hugged him tight to her breast so that he couldn't see the contorted look of anguish on her face; her tears ran like water after a rain and dripped onto his bare shoulder as she squeezed him so tightly that she could barely breathe. "Oh, Jed ... Jed! I love you, darling, how I love you!" she cried. He stroked her soothingly and ran his hand over her cheeks. There was nothing else said between them and Jed Moore fell into a deep, restful sleep, exhausted from his long trip, but contented that all was well. A day or two and she'll be back to normal, he assured himself as the blackness of sleep closed over him. She just needs a little time, that's all ... nothing to worry about...!
Lisa waited until his heavy breathing was rhythmic and steady and then she cautiously climbed out of bed and tip-toed into the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind her. She dialed the now-familiar number quietly, holding the dial back with her finger so that it made little noise. She could see the closed bedroom door through the kitchen doorway and she would know if Jed got out of bed.
Oh, Sherry, be at home! I need you now, Sherry ... I've got to talk to someone or go out of my mind! How long can I go on with this awful truth inside me like a time-bomb! If I don't get it out, I'm going to die! I can't stand it ... I can't!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"Hello."
"Sherry ... Oh, Sherry, thank God you're home! I think I would have just started screaming if there had been no answer!"
"Oh, uh, Lisa ... what is it? Is something wrong?"
"You know what's wrong ... the same thing that's been wrong for days now! Sherry, I just can't stand it! Jed's being so nice to me and he thinks I'm just all k-eyed up because he's home again and...."
"Whoa, wait a minute ... I take it you haven't told him yet? You know you'll have to face it sooner or later. He'll figure it out if he hasn't started guessing already."
"Do you think he might suspect? Maybe this was all an act just to make me feel better! Maybe he knows! Oh, Sherry!"
"No, take it easy ... where is Jed?"
"He's asleep ... in the bedroom. We went to bed early but it was awful, just awful! I kept thinking of Skipper and those horrible men! I couldn't enjoy it, Sherry ... I felt so dirty, so filthy!"
"You're going to have to tell him somehow, Lisa. You just can't keep up this charade forever."
"I know ... I know ... but maybe I'll get better now if only Skipper will leave me alone!"
"But he won't, Lisa ... he's got his rotten heart set on turning you out for him."
"What? Turning me out? What does that mean? No, don't tell me ... I think I can guess!"
"He's got big plans and he needs two women to do his work for him. He's in some kind of dirty business, drugs or something, and he wants to keep his contacts well-entertained when they're in town. It's not much worse than a thousand legitimate corporations do for their clients."
"Sherry! How can you talk like that? It's filthy and it's illegal and you make it sound like ... something off an expense account! And how did you find all this out?"
"I saw Skipper last night ... all night, really, and he told me what he wanted done. It's good money, Lisa, a lot of money, and it doesn't sound so bad when you look at it without a lot of screaming and crying. It's...."
"You're not serious! You're going to take him up on his offer, aren't you! ? You're going to let him turn you into ... a whore!"
"Lisa ... you called me, remember? I don't have any problems. You're the one with the problem ... so don't go preaching to me. I know what I want out of life and I know how hard it is to get it ... This is a way for me to have some of those things. I don't have a college-educated husband to go out and earn money for me ... I have to do it on my own."
"I ... I'm sorry, Sherry. In more ways than one ... I guess we really don't have anything to talk about if you feel that way."
"Maybe we don't ... but call me again if you feel like it. Perhaps if you'll stop being so dramatic, you can see things through my eyes. It's different on this side of the street, Lisa ... a lot different."
"I'll ... remember ... that, Sherry. Goodbye."
"Good-bye ... and goodnight."
* * *
She was drifting cloudlike through the dark cold void of space, floating in a gray mist of terror, drawn inexorably toward something sinister ... something awful and frightening. She knew that it was there, yet she could do nothing to stop herself. Her arms seemed tied somehow to her sides and her feet were rooted in concrete. Faces began to appear out of the darkness, huge round pie-faces as if photographed through a fisheye lens, leering faces with enormous eyes that burned with unspeakable desires. And over it all came the hideous metallic buzzing, a deafening, insistent noise that first magnified everything a million times and then chased it all from her mind.
Lisa awoke with a start, reached for Jed and found that he wasn't beside her on the bed. Not until she saw the clock-face did she realize that it was mid-morning and Jed had slipped out of bed without waking her. She lunged sleepily for the phone and knocked it loose from its cradle; she retrieved it on the second try and held it against her ear as she lay back on her crumpled pillow.
"Hello."
"Lisa, were you awake?" It was Jed. And just the reassuring sound of it soothed her so thoroughly that she nearly drifted off again to sleep.
"Yeah ... no, not really. But it's okay ... I should have been up hours ago, anyway."
"Well, I let you sleep because you were so restless during the night. You tossed and turned all night ... and you talked in your sleep, too!"
"Me? Talked in my sleep? Uh, what did I say? Nothing incriminating, I hope," she laughed, hoping that she was convincing in her levity.
"No, nothing like that. Not even words, really. But you seemed to be having bad dreams all night long. You woke me up at least a half-dozen times."
"Oh, darling, I'm sorry! You should have woken me up ... I could have slept on the sofa."
"Don't be silly, but I'll wake you up tonight if you start up again. It's not missing the sleep that bothers me; it's knowing that something's bothering you. I really wish you'd tell me what it is."
"H-honey, I told you ... I'm just a little jittery, that's all. Maybe it's the moving and all the excitement and having you back again sooner than we'd planned."
"If you say so. Anyway, I had another reason for calling," Jed said. "Do you remember anyone from high school named Leroy? He sounded, well, like he might be Black. I didn't ask him though."
Lisa's heart pounded suddenly in her chest like a blown piston in an old car. "L-Leroy? No, I ... I don't remember anyone named Leroy."
"Well, he called here ... it was kind of strange. He seemed to know me. I thought for a minute it was some sort of practical joke. He just said to ask you, that you'd remember him. He said he'd drop by one night, that he had a lot to talk about. Does that make any sense to you?"
"No, darling ... none at all," Lisa managed to reply, tears trickling down her cheeks. She bit painfully into her lower lip to keep from crying.
"Well, don't worry about it ... I guess we'll find out who he is if he drops by. Have a nice day ... I've got to get back to work. See you about six."
"Okay, Jed ... about six. 'Bye." Lisa put the telephone down and hurried to the kitchen for a drink from the new bottle of Scotch that she had bought for Jed's homecoming. It burned hotly in her empty stomach but it eased her nervous trembling enough so that she could make the telephone call that she knew now she had to make.
He answered on the second ring, as if he had somehow expected her call.
"Skipper ... it's me, Lisa." She gulped hard and forced the shameful words from her throat where they lodged like bad meat. "What is it you want me to do?"
CHAPTER TWENTY
Coming here again was like a re-run of a nightmare-she had come here first with Skipper and that was mistake enough for a lifetime. The plush luxury, the service, the delicious continental cuisine ... and worst of all, that stupid notion that they could retire to his suite just for an after-dinner drink. But if that wasn't enough, she had been here again with Sherry, emboldened with a foolish pipe-dream-that two girls could go up against the likes of Skipper and his shady friends and hope to come out on top. It was silly, she could see now, to think that they might have hoped to beat them at their own game. It was like a neighborhood sandlot team playing the Mets for blood!
And now she was here again. Here where she had promised herself that she would never again set foot, in a sort of life-long penance for the things that had happened here. The Sheffield Inn Lodge ... to Lisa it might as well have been hell!
Skipper had told her to go to the bar and wait for a man named Danny to approach her. She had argued against it, saying that sitting around a public bar was pushing things a bit too far. What if one of Jed's friends saw her? Maybe some busybody who would run straight out and telephone him? But Skipper had been adamant and he had tried to reassure her by insisting that she wouldn't have to wait long, that Danny would spot her soon after she arrived. It was some kind of security means, he had tried to explain, as if maybe she would have arrived with the whole U.S. Cavalry in tow!
Lisa had reinforced herself with a triple scotch before she left home and she felt queasy from the unusually strong drink, but she had to do something to keep from bolting and jumping off the side of this mountain ... this time there could be no double-talk, no excuses. There was no doubt about what she was here for this time ... she was here to give her body to a complete stranger!
Her one bit of good luck had been Jed's decision to work late at the sales office that evening. She had offered him a flimsy story about going to the city crafts center to investigate the classes that they offered in ceramics. Jed knew that pottery was one of her passions and he seemed to believe it. At least she didn't have that to worry about as well ... facing this was hard enough! She couldn't fool herself, pretend that she could somehow get through this with just some pawing and grabbing. No, she was here to "entertain" and with Skipper's kind of friends, that meant only one thing ... between her legs! But it was this or face the certainty of Skipper or his Black pal Leroy blowing the whole story of what had happened since Jed had gone away to New York. It would mean the sure end of their marriage, for even if Jed somehow found it in his heart to forgive her, she would never be able to live with him in this town, under the same roof, with his knowing what she had done. Every time he looked at her, every time he touched her, she would be reminded. And she would relive the burning shame of her infidelity again and again until it drove her insane. No, this was the only way for now ... it was no final solution, she knew, but it had to be done to buy some most-needed time. Just this once more and then I'll find a way out of this! I know I can if I can just get some time to think ... there must be a way! I know there is!
* * *
"Would you care for another one, ma'am? The gentleman at the end of the bar would like to buy you a drink." The bartender, dressed in a red corduroy jacket that obviously was tailored for a smaller man with shorter arms, leaned close enough for her to hear him over the organist that the lounge boasted on week nights.
Lisa shook her head and she immediately regretted it as the bar began to tilt on edge and move around in a wide dizzying circle. "No, thanks ... tell him thanks, anyway, but I'm waiting for someone."
The bartender nodded and walked away to deliver his message; the young man got up and moved down to sit beside her at the bar. "You've been waiting a long time," he said with a grin. "Are you sure this guy is going to show?"
Lisa looked up and saw a young man beside her, hardly out of his teens if that old. "Aren't you a little young to be in a bar, sonny?" she inquired nastily. It felt good to be able to put down at least one clown ... even if she knew that he would be the only one tonight.
"I'm old enough," he shot back bitterly. "And my name is Danny ... I was just waiting to be sure you didn't have a friend along. Skipper said I should keep an eye on you, that you sometimes got too smart for your own good."
"You ... you're Danny? Are you sure you didn't take your daddy's place?"
"That's enough of the wisecracks, cunt!" he spat angrily. "It wouldn't be too smart to get me good and mad!"
Lisa stood up and felt the floor rise and fall beneath her. Lisa, old girl, you're loaded! You'd better watch your lip and not let that whiskey do the talking or you'll regret it!
"I'm sorry ... I'm not used to drinking so much and I guess I had too many while waiting for you. Are you ready to go, Danny?" she asked, managing a smile that seemed convincing, for the young man quickly forgot his anger.
"Yeah ... I'm ready. Let's get upstairs ... I picked the key up at the desk already."
"Skipper's suite?" Lisa asked.
"Yeah ... Skipper's suite. Is something wrong with that?" he shot back. He hadn't forgotten her insulting manner after all and he seemed itching for something to fight about.
"No ... it's fine. Just fine."
The richly decorated suite brought back too many memories but this time, at least, Lisa found some relief in the giddiness of intoxication. It wasn't going to be as difficult as she feared ... it wouldn't be a picnic and she knew that she would hate herself the next day but for the first time she was beginning to feel that she could do what was expected of her and put it out of her mind. It was like she could merely shut off her thoughts and her emotions and let her body act out the motions of the illicit act that was demanded of her ... she felt a momentary lifting of her spirits for the first time in days. It's not the end of the world ... I can do it! It won't kill me!
He put his drink down on the sideboard and Lisa got her first good look at him in the brighter light of the suite; downstairs, the bar had been like the inside of a tomb, like most pick-up bars, and she had seen only that he was young. But now ... young was hardly the word! He couldn't be a day over eighteen!
Lisa tossed her coat over the end of the sofa and started to unbutton her dress. They want me to be a whore, well, that's what I'll be!
Danny turned around as she unbuttoned the last button on the front of her dress. "Hey, wait a minute ... don't be in such a hurry!"
Lisa pulled the dress off one shoulder, exposing her white brassiere and one of her full curvaceous breasts. "Why? You and I both know why we're here, so let's not play games. Let's get on with the business at hand," she said testily.
"Not like this ... I mean, I could have gotten a ten-dollar piece of tail if that's what I wanted ... a quickie! I thought we'd have a drink first and then some music."
Lisa couldn't help herself ... the booze was talking again and it seemed to have a lot to say. "I've had a drink already, several of them," she said, her words smearing together. "And I don't want to hear any music." She pulled her dress off the other shoulder and pushed it down past her hips and along the long smooth stems of her legs. She wore pantyhose over her thin bikini-style panties and her bra. Nothing else.
Danny looked at her longingly. He knew that she was married from what Skipper had told him. She was his first married woman and he had hoped for something special ... moonlight and good liquor, soft music and a hot-blooded married woman out for kicks, cheating on her old man! He had heard about women like that ... but this was the first one that he had been close to. Close enough to....
"All right, we'll do it your way, baby!" he said angrily. "You wanta' play tough, huh? You want to be the tough broad on the make ... well, I'll show you! I'll play tough, all right!"
Before she could move or even think, he lashed out at her and hooked his fingers in her long blonde hair. One vicious yank and she was tumbling to the floor, off balance and in intense pain from the unexpected ripping at her scalp.
"Aaaaawwww! That hurt! Are you crazy or something? I'm gonna scream if you do anything like that again! I'll...." He dropped to his knees beside her incredibly fast, with the agility of his youth, and shoved a hard fist into her throat so that she could barely breathe.
"You won't scream, bitch! You won't scream because I'll break your pretty little face apart if you try it, understand?" Lisa nodded as far as she could with his fist under her chin; she was sobering fast and she knew that she had made an awful mistake ... she had misjudged this teenager and how far she could push him. He was no kid ... maybe in years, but he had a mean streak in him a foot wide! He was every bit as dangerous as Skipper, maybe more because he didn't know her. He didn't have to live here in this city after that night ... he could make good his threat and pound her into bloody insensibility and drive out of town and never be heard from again!
"I ... I won't scream," she gasped, scarcely able to breathe at all. "P-please!"
"That's better," he sneered and then, with both hands, he tore at her panty hose and panties until they ripped apart in his fingers.
"No, don't rip them! I have to go home and ... !"
"Shut up! They're already ripped!" he snarled and he finished stripping the two tattered garments from her squirming nakedness. Her panties hung around her ankles like a bullet-ripped flag of surrender. The young man pushed his hand up between her thighs roughly and shoved a stiffened finger into the fragile softness of her vagina. She gasped and cried out at the unexpected brutality of his entry but he only laughed. "You wanted it rough ... well, that's the way you're going to get it!"
He added a second finger to the first and crudely pawed at the fragile pinkness of her wet vaginal flesh. She gasped in pain as the two fingers bored hugely up between her legs like an enormously thick cock. He squirmed his fingers inside her pussy and laughed as she contorted and writhed at the lascivious entry. Suddenly, he yanked his fingers from her cuntal tightness with a move as unexpected as his first and they left her taut vaginal grip with a lewd noise. He held his fingers close to his nose and jeered at her humiliatingly. "Mmmm, nothing better than the sweet smell of pussy!" he laughed nastily and Lisa blushed in shame.
Momentarily free of the pain of his brutal ravishment, Lisa rose to her hands and knees and began to get up, but Danny was quicker ... a hurried zipping sound that she knew now only too well and he was there at her face, his hands tightly around the long thin boyish cock that he wielded like a weapon.
"I want a little head action first, baby! Now let's see what you can do ... Skipper says you suck a mean dick."
Lisa started to protest. "Skipper said what!? I ... !" But the teenager savagely clutched at the hair above her forehead and yanked her head back cruelly. Her mouth opened in anguish but no scream was forthcoming ... her throat was effectively filled with his long blood-heated hardness before she could cry out!
"Suck it, bitch! Suck it like the she-dog cunt you are! I wanna' see my cream down your throat!" His face was twisted in anger and vengeance from the unfortunate teasing that had passed her lips. Now, something else would pass her lips and her throat as well ... he would show her who was a kid! Let her choke on a real cock for a while!
She gasped and choked for even one breath, but his long penis snaked down her throat and made even that impossible. Her arms flailed out at his slender hips and she tried futilely to push him away. For a moment, she nearly succeeded, shoving him backward enough so that the tip of his thin cock left the back of her throat. But he answered her bold offensive with a savage twisting of her long blonde hair, knotting it thickly about his fingers and yanking brutally until a scream of intense agony gurgled in her cock-filled throat. If a hose had been rammed between her lips and down into her tender throat passage, it couldn't have filled her more completely ... and Lisa knew that this hose was going to empty! This punk teenage kid was going to spurt his cum down her throat and into her belly ... and there was nothing that she could do to stop him!
He held her head tightly between his palms, his fingers knotted viciously in her silken hair, and fucked between her ovaled lips with deep full thrusts that gagged her as they seared down her tender throat passage to her tonsils.
"That's it, honey ... just like Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat! Shit, I'll make a cocksucker outa' you yet!" he sneered.
Lisa was hardly experienced at this lascivious act, but she could remember what it was that that saved her from choking to death when that awful "deliveryman" had forced his way into her apartment and made her do this under threat of a beating ... and again she managed to force her throat muscles to relax enough so that the purplish head of his long cock could snake freely over her tongue and into the clasping pink warmth of her throat. She swallowed with his every brutal thrust, his cock sinking to the hilt between her trembling lips and his thin curly pubic hair tickling her nose and cheeks. And her swallowing brought moans of pleasure to his revenge-demented features ... she swallowed to save herself but she milked his thin lengthy pole of flesh like a warm wet glove and she could tell by the pungent emissions that seeped from the tiny slit in the end of his penis that the end was quickly approaching like a runaway locomotive on an empty track ... he was nearing his orgasm and Lisa knew that this sadistic youth was going to empty his vile seething load down her throat, sating his teenage lust in an orgy of illicit urgency!
"Don't stop sucking it when I cum, bitch, understand ?" he grinned viciously down at her, still holding her head with his palms over her ears. She tried to nod in meek assent, but she couldn't move her neck muscles at all as he stiffly mouth-fucked her crudely. "You suck harder when I cum! I want you to get every last drop of it ... every drop, you hear?"
Lisa gagged cruelly in her second attempt to answer this brutally sadistic young man and she barely managed to relax her throat as he lunged into her mouth again and sent his hose-like penis snaking into the warm moist depths of her velvety throat passage. She felt his pelvis twitch convulsively as it slammed against her face and she closed her eyes in abject shame as she realized with nauseating vividness that his climax was beginning ... that his sperm was beginning to boil up from the flesh-covered orbs of his testicles and that it would quickly race along the lengthy hardness of his cock and burst into her throat like shot from a gun barrel.
The lanky teenager cried out loudly in his pleasurable passion and he tightened his grip on her head and held her painfully hard against his loins as his cock began to jerk and shudder deep in the clasping tautness of her ravished throat. His thrusts slowed to a deep, skewering tempo ... his fingers tightened over her ears ... deeper and deeper, further and further down into the ecstatically tight grip of this married woman's throat. He could feel her warm moist tongue along the underside of his prick, laving it enticingly as she gulped and swallowed in sheer desperation ... and then he froze dead still, a cry of gut-wrenching anguish poised on his lips ... and exploded down her throat and into her belly.
His lungs emptied their long-held staleness at the precise instant that his cock exploded hotly down her ravaged throat.
Lisa sucked and swallowed until she was certain that her stomach would rebel and throw all of his seething wetness up from its depths. His orgasm seemed endless, and it gushed with the strength of a forceful hose against the back of her throat, splattering bullet-like and ricocheting in a dozen different directions as it rushed and swirled down into her belly. She seemed to be sucking and swallowing the entire world's complement of viscous cum ... was there no end to it? And then, with a gasping cry of fulfillment, the young man plopped his cock from her lips and let the jism-moist flaccidness smear over her lips and chin.
His lust sated, he rose to his feet and stood glowering over her nakedness ... she was a married woman, a beautiful woman who was some man's wife, and she had sucked his cock like a high-school tramp behind the bleachers at a football game!
Lisa wouldn't look up at him but could feel the hotness and vengeful smugness of his eyes upon her naked flesh. She was beginning to get up when she heard the key in the lock. She turned her head in fright, her heart pounding thunderously in her breast as she conjured ghastly images of police and photographers, her naked photo splashed over the tabloids ... Housewife in Motel Love-Nest with Teenager!
But in the next instant, she wished that it had been the police, instead ... for there in the doorway was Skipper, a smirk of conceit on his face. And beside him, like a dark shadow, was his pimp buddy Leroy!
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"Hello, Lisa ... surprise!" Skipper chuckled and the Black man began to giggle hysterically and finally fell into a knee-slapping chortle. She saw their eyes briefly, but enough to tell her the worst ... they were both on drugs! She had seen it often enough, the glazed far away look, the menacing glimmer of violence brought into the forefront by the narcotic effect of whatever they had taken.
"Danny ... that was quite a show, man! Your daddy'd be proud of you!" Leroy praised.
The youth blushed but he wasn't without pride. "That was nothin' ... if you'd waited a while longer, I'd have really given you a show!" he boasted.
Skipper's face glowed with an idea. "I might take you up on that, Danny," he grinned excitedly. "The night's young yet, isn't it, Lisa?"
That was the first time since they had walked in that she felt brave enough to speak. There was no question about what they wanted this time ... she had learned the hard way with both these maniacs and she knew better than to think that there was any chance for her to escape them this time. "Y-yes, Skipper ... if you say so."
Leroy smiled at his white friend and confederate of the underworld. "Hey, man, you've got that honky bird trained real nice now! How'd you work that?"
"She's just getting smarter, that's all," Skipper answered, giving his ex-girlfriend a glance as sharp as a freshly honed razor. Lisa said nothing and she stayed on her knees, her arms folded nervously across her breasts. Danny was behind her and she could literally feel his hot stare on her backside, but there was nothing that she could do about it. Her hips and pelvis were bare to Skipper and the Black man and she felt a heated blush of shame there between her thighs as they looked down at the secrets of her womanhood.
"How about that show you were shooting your mouth off about, Danny?" Skipper smiled coldly. "Or was that just a lot of kid talk?" His face was divided with a grin that was convincing enough; after all, Danny was the only son of one of his biggest drug-buying contacts, but his eyes betrayed his viciousness and the young man could see that he wasn't kidding. Skipper and Leroy were putting him on ... but there was no way he could back out of it now and still hold on to his self-respect.
"Yeah ... sure, I'll do it. She's just another cunt to me!" he said with nervous bravado. His voice had changed long before but it still soared upward half an octave in his fluster. .
"What'ya say, Lisa baby? You ready for this man here to show you what he can do?" Skipper leaned close to her and grabbed her chin, tilting her face upward to meet his cruel stare.
She started to beg for a way out of this. "P-please, Skipper ... I-I can't!" But the look of unspeakable cruelty and hatred that swept over his face like a cold winter's storm chilled her very blood and she knew now that there was no hope of pleading for an escape. "I'm sorry ... I didn't mean that. I ... I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want, Skipper." He dropped her chin and it sagged to her chest; he couldn't see the tears that trickled down her blushing cheeks but Lisa Moore knew that it would have made no difference if he had.
"Get back on your hands and knees, Lisa ... hurry it up!" he snarled bestially.
The attractive young captive ob-eyed without hesitation, though her body trembled in frustration and abject humiliation as she felt the eyes of the three men sweep ravenously over her nakedness. Her buttocks were totally bare and vulnerable and though she knelt with her behind demurely away from them, Skipper and Leroy were quick to move around a few feet so that they could glimpse the narrow hairless slit of her vagina and the tiny puckered lips of her anus.
She shuddered as she felt a man's hand on her buttocks and, as she peered back over her shoulder, her eyes widened in fear and shame, Leroy probed a quick finger up between her ass-cheeks and into the pink fragile softness of her pussy.
"Aaaaawww!" she cried at the brutal invasion, but the Black man only laughed and squirmed his finger about in the soft dampness of the white girl's pussy.
"Still nice 'n' tight!" he chortled giddily, his eyes wide and misty from some unspeakable drug. "Maybe she'd like another shot at some black meat!"
Lisa froze in paralyzing fear and dread ... but the Negro pimp wasn't to be her ravisher. Skipper had something else in mind, something to entertain his churlish lust.
"Danny ... let's see you in action. You talk a good show ... but can you match it in real stuff? Talk's cheap, you know!" Skipper laughed.
The young man brushed his sweat-drenched hair from his eyes and smiled nervously. He had finished pulling off his pants and wore nothing now but his socks. "Sure ... I can handle this cunt or a dozen like her!" he boasted uncertainly. He dropped to his own knees behind her and moved between her legs. Lisa moved away from him but he caught her by the slender nakedness of her thighs and pulled her back.
"Don't move around, Lisa!" her ex-lover ordered. "I think our young friend wants to eat some pussy!"
Danny looked startled and turned to the two older men for a confirming word. "No! I mean, uh ... I wasn't going to do that. I was going to fuck her. You know, from behind ... dog-style!"
Skipper grinned and shook his head slowly from side to side. "A real man would never turn down the chance to eat some high-class pussy! That's right, ain't it, Leroy?" The lavishly attired procurer glanced at his friend.
"Yeah, Skipper ... that's right, sure 'nough! Anybody who'd let a chance like that slide by ... well, I don't know, but he might be a little, you know ... queer!"
The nervous youngster, sheepishly blushing from this unexpected turn of events, suddenly flashed with crimson rage at the pointed accusation. "Queer! I'll show you who's queer! I ain't the one dressed up like a girl, buster! I know I'm a man ... just watch this!"
He lowered his head and pushed between the young woman's thighs like an enraged bull, spreading her legs with his head. He reached up between her smooth white thighs and, first with his thumbs, parted the moist pink fragility of her cuntal flesh. Tormentingly, he drew the ragged pink lips apart until he could see clearly the moistly -rimmed orifice of her cunt. He looked at it for a long few seconds as Lisa moaned in soul-wrenching humiliation and then he smacked his face up against the upturned pink lips and buried the full tapered length of his tongue between the trembling hair-lined flanges of her pussy. His tongue burrowed hotly into the tiny hole of her vagina and she cried out from the cunnilingual ravishment and tried to squirm away. But his grip on the tender flesh of her inner thighs was painfully secure ... she could do nothing but kneel there while he lasciviously tongued the secret dampness of her cuntal slit! And to add to her abominable shame, Skipper and Leroy watched eagerly from just a few feet away, smirking in self-satisfaction as the young teenager hungrily licked and tongued at her loins!
Her whole slender body shuddered and jerked as she futilely attempted to squirm away from the salacious ravishment; she moaned soulfully from deep in her belly, a wailing cry of utter shame and debasement. She ground her hips from side to side in a vain effort to escape his rapacious tonguings but the frantic movements only incited the youth's fervent passions.
"Skipper, ppppllleeeaassee!" she whimpered pitifully. "Don't let him do this! I'll do anything, but not this ... please! Dear God, please!"
"Anything, baby ?" he teased and leaned close to where the teenager hungrily sucked and licked at her genitals. He extended his hand and playfully flicked at the taut nether ring of her fearfully clenched anus. He stiffened a single finger and crudely rammed it to the second joint up into the tender sheath of her rectum. "You still say anything? How about letting Leroy here fuck you there? How about giving my buddy some of your sweet little brown-eye, huh?" Leroy exploded in insane laughter and Lisa didn't reply ... his point was skillfully and devastatingly made-whatever they did to her, there was always something worse! Some viler, more despicable act to crumble what few shreds of decency and self-respect that she still clung to like family heirlooms. She looked in stunned wide--eyed disbelief back between her dangling breasts as the young man's chin bobbed and squirmed between her nakedly-splayed thighs. She could see his throat working and his cheeks hollowing as he sucked and swallowed and licked furtively at her moist cuntal opening. His long tongue snaked from between his lips and seemed to come straight at her, only to curl upward doglike and flick tormentingly at the oily marble of her vulnerably exposed clitoris!
This can't be really happening ... it can't be! It's all part of some ongoing horrible nightmare that captures me nightly and haunts me until dawn ... it can't be real!
Her emotions churned in her tormented mind like swirling winds about the eye of a tropical storm ... wild, angry emotions, gut-wrenching passions that burned from her soul! She hated Skipper like she had never hated anyone or anything in her life ... she could have easily killed him at this instant if she only had the means! Lisa knew that she could empty a pistol now into his disgusting hide and laugh as he died before her eyes! She hated him and everything he stood for ... his sordid world, his friends like the Black pimp Leroy and this young maniac between her thighs! But Lisa Moore knew also in her most secret thoughts that her hatred was an escape, that it was a last defense against the other emotions that were far more frightening. Her feminine passions that would only bring her further shame and humiliation ... her unwillingly aroused passions that his insistent lingual caresses were arousing there in her nakedly squirming loins!
It was barely noticeable at first, nothing more than a pin-prick of heat that danced like the devil's fire in her belly. But it grew inexorably ... the flames of a woman's curse! She fought it desperately, clenching her teeth and closing her eyes tightly as if these futile acts could somehow shut off the welling urgency of forbidden pleasure! He reached under her with his hands and groped clumsily at the dangling orbs of her full breasts, dancing and swaying beneath her as she squirmed from his lingual incitement. She moaned as he rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers and squeezed the resilient flesh of her tits until her skin was marked with crisscrossed welts of crimson. She peered at him finally through tear-moistened slits, unable to stand the agony of not knowing ... his eyes weren't visible to her in this subjugated kneeling position, but she could see his glistening, wet lips and tongue as they burrowed in the fervently aroused furrow of her cunt. She saw his tongue snake along the narrow pink slit of her pussy, through the passion-heightened lips of her vagina and flick teasingly at the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. She squirmed as if a high voltage wire had been touched by a maniacal madman to her naked loins ... her legs nearly gave way under the suddenly electric assault on her nakedness, but he supported her with his arms and held her close to his ravenously licking tongue and his working lips.
Suddenly she felt his hotly laving tongue leave the fervent slit of her vagina ... for a fleeting instant she was in anxious suspense, but not for long. She jerked like the cracking of a bullwhip as his tonguetip probed wickedly at the tightly clenched nether ring of her anus!
Her eyes were closed and she lifted her head as if she were about to howl in unspeakable shame. "P-please, not there ... no more there! Plleeeaassee!" she gasped in mortification as the men watched her desirously. She tried to wriggle away from this unexpected depravity but it was useless to try ... his tongue only bored deeper into the tiny virginal orifice and brought new utterances of despair and humiliation to her quivering lips.
The young teenager hotly caressed her all over with his eagerly roaming hands as he lovingly reamed her asshole with his tonguetip; he groped at her large dangling breasts and painfully tweaked her distended nipples. Lisa sobbed and shivered but all of them, Danny included, could sense a new urgency in her breathless cries ... not of anger or hatred or escape. But of passion!
Lisa struggled to rid her mind and body of these unwilled hotly licking flames of desire, but it was useless to try ... she thought of her darling husband Jed, home at the apartment, alone and unsuspecting, but nothing worked. Nothing could stop this welling crescendo of female desire that Danny's hotly laving tongue was incited to incredible heights of arousal ... and then the wave of savage lust swept over her and the last shreds of her defenses collapsed and were washed away into the flooding waters of her unconscious. She was utterly lost!
Her shamelessly aroused young body began a lewd, inviting dance of its own, a wildly abandoned rhythm of insinuating passion back against his eagerly sucking lips and his wetly laving tongue! Her husband might as well have been non-existent ... he, too, was swept away from her thoughts as her own body betrayed her and surrendered to the hot passions that raged in her quivering loins! She writhed and squirmed and ground back hard against his lips and face as if to envelop him in the soft moist pinkness of her cuntal heat!
Danny suddenly and unexpectedly pulled his face away from her nakedly squirming crotch and he straightened his back, still on his knees. He looked at her full voluptuous nudity, this gorgeous woman nakedly writhing below him ... Hot married bitch, I'll show you who's a man! I'll show you and I'll show Skipper! I'll make you scream it to the rafters, bitch ... I'll make you tell the world what a man I am, goddamn you, the whole fucking world!
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
"Oooohhhh, why did you stop!" Jed Moore's attractive blonde wife moaned, unashamed now of her naked passion. She was drugged ... but not with narcotics. Instead, the pretty young blonde was drugged with the hypnotic potency of her own wild and unfettered desires! Danny's hotly eager lavings there in the fervent moistness of her cuntal slit had fanned an incredibly urgent eagerness in her unsated loins, a savage primeval lust of the kind only a woman can know. That deep-seated passion that starts slowly, deep in her belly, and seeps into every one of her pores, taking over her body in a kind of lust-mutiny until there is nothing short of death ... or sexual fulfillment ... that can ease her ravaging pain!
"I haven't stopped, bitch!" the teenager shot back. "I'm just beginning!"
"Atta' boy, Danny ... now let's see you fuck her!" Skipper shouted exuberantly. He had made himself a drink and was sitting in an arm chair like an emperor of ancient Rome, watching a sex spectacular unfolding for his wistless amusement.
Danny reached down and put his hand on the trembling half-moon of her buttock. Then, with another hand on the other one, he teasingly parted the buttery-smooth orbs until he and the other men could see easily the ashamedly winking tiny eye of her anus, nestled snugly in the hairless furrow of her buttocks. She tried to hold her asscheeks together but his hands were far too strong and they cruelly stretched the half-moons apart until Lisa shivered from the onrushing cool air that swirled up between them and into her unguarded nakedness.
"That sweet little hole looks cherry to me!" Danny exclaimed boyishly. And suddenly Lisa moaned in abject despair and humiliation as she felt his fingertip flick probingly at the entrance of her rectum. She contracted her behind and closed the tiny little orifice tightly but it was a futile defense against the strength and perseverance of his stiffened middle finger. He toyed with the outer liplike rim for a moment and then laughed down at her squirming nakedness and shoved his finger painfully up to the first knuckle.
Lisa gasped from the unnatural assault but then she found that she was able to briefly relax ... the pain wasn't as acute as she had expected once her rectal grip loosened to accommodate this sodomistic intrusion. But no sooner had she managed a quick breath did the teenager add a second finger to the first, widening her nether hole to an incredibly painful degree. She lunged forward to escape this pagan ravishment but she quickly felt strong hands on her shoulders and on her back. She looked up furtively ... it was Leroy! He was grinning down at her and holding her securely where Danny wanted her for his cruel sodomy!
"P-please, d-don't do this!" she cried to anyone who would listen, but she knew herself that pleading at this point was a waste of time ... that they wouldn't be content until she had entertained them all to their fullest, like a sexharlot in a whorehouse circus!
Lisa was shaking all over like someone in convulsions, her skin a mass of goose-bumps and her naked breasts bouncing and dancing beneath her in her quaking degradation. She was quickly realizing what Danny intended to do to her ... his words, his deeds and now Leroy's strong black hands on her nakedness. He was going to fuck her there! He was going to fuck her in the ass!
She thought of Jed and how he had once, years before when they were practically newlywed, jokingly suggested this unnatural way. She had tearfully rebuffed him then, pleading that she just couldn't enjoy it done like that, so vulgarly! This was the ultimate shame ... the vilest humiliation a man could heap on a woman. She cried real, salty tears of unnatural shame ... God, how can I ever go home and face my husband after this!? I will have committed the filthiest of sins ... sodomy! And with a perfect stranger!
Nakedly ashamed and afraid, she cringed her bare buttocks away from his lewd fingerings but Leroy only chuckled down at her white nudity and pushed her back against the teenager. Danny grinned insanely and turned and twisted his stiffened fingers in the nether grip of her rectum, painfully stretching the tight passage in vicious preparation for the hurtful sodomy that he had in mind ... !
But then he jerked his fingers from the seemingly reluctant grip of her rectum and they made a lewdly loud sucking noise that only added to her shame. Danny was on his knees between her widely splayed legs and he laughingly leaned his head down close to her buttocks and flicked at the now-throbbing nether hole with his tonguetip. It was moistly lubricated now and ready for him ... all he had to do was to order it! She was his!
"Get your ass up higher, you cock-lovin' bitch!" he commanded in his fiercest tone. Leroy looked to his friend and they shared a private laugh between them, but then he pressed down on the small of Lisa's naked back and forced her heart-shaped asscheeks up higher as she knelt subserviently before the youth.
Danny looked down into the hairless cleft of her ass. "Wow, would you look at that! It's all puckered just like her lips ... man, does she ever want a cock!" Lisa doubled low before his cruel gaze, humbly bowed almost to the floor and she tried to contract her taut buttocks cheeks to shut out his cruelty but the very act only added to her shame ... her naked anus winked at him as she tightened it shut and he laughed hysterically at her humiliation!
His knees moved between her thighs and spread them hurtfully until the whole of her naked crotch was unguardedly exposed and vulnerable. She cried freely now in her inhuman shame and despair as the three men laughed and talked dirty around her. Suddenly Danny's hands were on her hips as his cock slithered up between her buttocks and began to prod insistently into the narrow hairless furrow. She cried out at the lewd sensation of his cock's lust-bloated head squeezed there into the nether slit of her behind. She tried one last time to squirm away from his unnatural assault, clinging to the tattered hope that they were only teasing her and that this was somehow only a bad joke.
"Get her shoulders down, Leroy!" Skipper called from his throne-like arm-chair. "Push her titties down against the rug and she won't move!" He complied with the white man's instructions and Lisa knew that she was utterly helpless ... it was only a matter of seconds now and the precious innocence of her rectum would be savagely violated!
A long, low moan gurgled from deep in her throat, rising in intensity and pitch as her humiliation became unbearable ... she tried to hold him back, to keep his unnatural invasion from crudely plundering her rectum but she felt the scant defenses shudder and collapse as the taut little nether ring gave way and the head of his cock squirmed inside with a throbbing jerk.
"Man, oh, man ... it's so fuckin' tight! Hold her still, Leroy!" the young teenager exclaimed excitedly as he felt the velvety warm grip of her rectum tighten about the lust-bloated head of his penis!
Lisa could stand the pain no longer and she screamed hysterically, a shrill soul-stirring shriek that seemed to bounce off the walls of the expensive suite. For a fleeting instant, she fantasized that her cries might bring help, that the police might somehow come to her rescue and save her from further degradation and shame. But Leroy quickly clamped his palm over her mouth and nose, effectively silencing her as well as cutting off her breath ... she was powerless to escape her wildly lascivious fate!
Her mind, in its rambling confusion and anguish, recalled something she had read about the insane baron of ancient Transylvania who put his unfortunate subjects to death by impaling them on upraised spikes, sitting them on it until they died a horrible agonizing death ... Is this to be my fate? Am I to die impaled and skewered on this lustful taper ?
He was in her to the hilt now, having bored relentlessly into her rectum in one devastating lunge, shoving back the tender folds of anal flesh until the purplish head of his cock lay deeply embedded in her behind!
She gasped and groaned into the Black man's constricting hand, unable even to relieve her pain by the mere act of crying out. She felt incredible shame at the hurtful sensation that his pistoning cock brought to her rectum ... she felt an overpowering urge to release gases and somehow expel this sodomistic invasion! Lisa blushed in the added humiliation ... even her bowels weren't to be spared their salacious ravishment!
Danny looked down at the deliciously naked married woman impaled on his long slender cock and he cursed her savagely. "You horny bitch! See how you like it in the ass! Squirm that sweet little butt! I wanta' feel it tight around my dick, baby!"
His deeply skewering thrusts took on a new ferocity now, every merciless lunge into the soft nether depths of her rectum bringing fresh cries of anguish and humiliation to the young blonde wife's trembling lips. Never in her entire life had she known such unspeakable debauchery, such unfathomable shame!
Danny gripped her hips and levered hotly into the tight confines of her asshole with every impaling thrust of his long thin cock. His smooth deep thrusts bored into her belly and then the long slow backthrust raked her soft pink flesh from the puckered lips of her anus as he withdrew for still another savage assault on her nether secrets!
She heard the Black man's sinister laugh above her and felt his hands coursing over her naked back and shoulders as he held her down. She was their lust-slave, helplessly pinioned between the teenager's wildly humping loins and Leroy's strong hands.
Her body shuddered and trembled and Lisa could hear the teenager's grunting moans of pleasure as he shoved his long hard cock deeply again and again into her asshole. Lisa struggled to clear enough of her confused mind to think, if only for an instant before he cruelly skewered her once more. She knew now what she had to do ... despite the pain or, actually, because of it, she had to please these men. She had to satisfy this young sadistic assailant or be split in half and left a battered, bloodied pulp!
Kneeling in total subjugation, she began to nakedly grind her hips back onto the hurtfully skewering shaft of his long dick; her buttocks undulated in tiny concentric circles about the glistening member as it hotly plowed her nether passage. And though it was involuntarily, she clasped the knobbish head tightly even on the backthrust, and Danny exclaimed excitedly at the sudden wantonness of her movement.
"Man, she's gettin' hotter! Look at her suckin' that ass tight around my prick! Just look at that!" She felt Leroy's hands leave her back and shoulders but she knew that this was no signal that escape was conceivable ... he was still here, just inches from her face as she knelt in utter submission to this sadistic teenager. She heard him groan in adolescent passion as she contracted her buttocks about his long, impaling hardness. Her stomach knotted in revulsion at the shameless wanton salaciousness of her act, but she knew that it would bring on the inevitable ... and only in his gushing climax could she hope for relief from this skewering agony!
But suddenly her dream of release was shattered into a million pieces by the cruel savagery of Leroy's twisted, drug-dazed mind. She winched in pain as he lifted her head, pressing it hard back until her hair tossed over her back and shoulders. She opened her tear-clouded eyes and peered up hopefully ... in that fleeting instant her mind had guessed the worst, and it was true!
"Here, honkie bitch! Try this out!" Leroy spat down at her nastily. He was kneeling scant inches from her face and in his closed fist was the thick ebony rigidity of his dark fleshy cock!
"Hey, Danny boy ... the last one to come wins ten bucks, okay?" he laughed and pushed his rubbery penis up to her lips. "Open up, baby ... I've seen you suck cock and now I want some for myself! We don't practice no racial discrimination aroun' here!"
Skipper laughed from his comfortable chair and the young blonde blushed from her cheeks down to her shoulders in a sudden flush of shame greater than she would have imagined possible.
"Fuck her good 'n' hard, Danny," the Negro ordered, his eyes white with vengeful fury. "I want her turned on so's she sucks me real nice! Fuck her ass off, Danny boy! Fuck it off!"
The young man smiled thinly and surged into her with the strength and frenzy of a dozen sex-starved men. He would turn her on, all right ... he would have her begging for more!
He slammed his hardness up between the splayed cheeks of her buttocks with such force that her flesh rippled in waves along her thighs and back with each and every driving thrust. His balls swung up between her legs and slapped into the moist pinkness of her pussy with each deeply skewering lunge. She was bucking hard now back against him and he could hear a long soulful moan that seemed to rattle in her lungs before it poured from her lips. But that was quickly stifled as Leroy pushed his stiffened black cock over the trembling rims of her lips. She gasped a last, "Oh, no, no!" and then his prick was in her mouth. She could feel its dark insistence along the length of her pink moist tongue and she could taste its nauseating pungence, a kind of sweet/sour taste that turned her stomach. She remembered what Skipper had said about him, that he was a pimp ... Dear God, what if he's been with one of them tonight! When if he's had this vile thing in one of those harlots? Oh, no, no!
Danny bucked like a cowboy in the saddle behind her, every thudding crash of his pelvis against her upturned buttocks bringing a choking gasp of pain to her throat. She moaned around the hugeness of the glistening ebony cock that sawed in and out of her ovaled lips. But the teenager's frantic pace was unsustainable ... Lisa heard him cry out as if in pain and felt his cock throbbing inside her anal grip; it seemed to swell in a series of rapid jerks to twice its thickness and length. She cried out soulfully, though Leroy's thick cock made her gag on her very sounds.
"Aaawww! Aaaaggghhh!" she shrieked. And then again until Leroy, with a smirking sneer, thrust his cock down into the velvety wetness of her throat and shut off her moans.
The young boy grabbed her hips and held on for dear life as his long-held climax exploded with adolescent intensity; Lisa could feel it shoot enema-like up into her bowels, ricocheting around in a swirling, white-hot gush of sperm! Again and again the hose-like nozzle of his prick spurted hotly up into her insides until, finally, he released her hips and pulled out of her with a salacious plop!
"Kiss that ten bucks good-bye, kid!" Leroy taunted. He grabbed Lisa's head like it was a watermelon and slid it down excruciatingly over the stiff rigidity of his prick. The ebony shaft gleamed with her saliva as it slipped inch by inch into the warm cavern of her mouth. He grinned as he felt her swallow hard in a last-ditch attempt to accommodate his hugeness without choking to death.
"That's it, baby! Right down the gullet!" he jeered and Skipper roared his approval. He took his hands away and placed them boastfully on his hips as an added gesture of subjugation, as if to say, "You won't give me no trouble, baby! That's a man's dick you're sucking on ... the finest!" He was grinning broadly as he watched the naked blonde beneath him; his sperm-bloated heavy black testicles rested on her chin as she choked and gasped for what little breath she could gulp in around the cudgel-like thickness of his ebony cock.
Suddenly she felt his loins shudder tremorously against her face and he pressed his kinky black pubic hair into her nose and cheeks as he buried his enormous cock deeply down her velvety throat passage ... and then it began to spurt its viscous seething load down into her belly in a great gushing wave of hot sticky cum! She choked and gagged on it as she felt it slosh down her throat in thick gooey spurts ... she sucked and swallowed frantically lest she gag until his rapidly deflating cock softened in her mouth and she felt it throb its last spurting drop of cum into her.
He rocked back on his heels and let his black flaccid prick slide wetly along the pinkness of her tongue and out over the ovaled rims of her lips. It dangled there on her lower lips for a second and he grinned down at her; it softened a bit more and slithered from her mouth down over her chin until finally it dangled limply between his sinew thighs. Her lips and cheeks were smeared with his discharge and her tears trickled into the hotly stained blemish of his sperm.
When she looked up, Danny was dressing and Skipper was searching his jacket pocket for the key to his fancy automobile. The men glared at her in disgust ... she was their sex object, their lust-receptacle and they had used her and seduced her. But now she was nothing, a tramp. A slut!
"Get dressed, Lisa," Skipper mumbled, his back turned to her as if the sight of her nakedness disgusted him. "Get dressed and we'll take you home."
"That won't be necessary," she managed. She rose shakily to her feet, her knees weak and her legs unsteady under her. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness now, for it seemed ludicrous to be concerned with decency after what she had done. She wiped the stickiness from her face with her forearm and began to pick up her clothes.
Leroy and the young one they called Danny left together first, arm in arm, their voices filled with bravado and boastfulness. Skipper waited behind until she was dressed and her hair combed. He never looked at her once until she was ready to leave, busying himself with a succession of needless tasks, toying with his drink, adjusting the controls on the stereo.
He looked at her with a victorious smirk. "You know something, honey ... you've got the makings of a damn fine whore."
Lisa raised her arm to strike him but drew it back before the irreparable damage was done. Instead, she turned away and opened the door.
Hurrying down the corridor to the elevator, she heard Skipper's raucous laugh following her like a haunting specter. His words echoed in her brain as she ran to the car ... Damn fine whore! ... damn fine whore!
She started the car and turned on the radio just to hear another voice, anything, anyone! A talk show reverberated through the car's speakers as she drove away from the mountain-top Sheffield Inn. But even when the Inn was nothing but a necklace of colored lights along the darkened ridge, she could still hear his jeering taunt. Dear God, she choked on her tears, where will it all end? Where!?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
History is filled with the countless instances where empires have fallen for lack of a watch, or lives have been saved by an unexpected turn of events, or men have died for lack of something ridiculous, like a piece of wire to free themselves from a locked room, or a match to keep from freezing.
Jed Moore could thank his regional supervisor for uncovering the growing mystery of Lisa's troubled state of mind. Or at least the beginnings of it.
* * *
He had just settled back for another episode of All in the Family, a cold beer in hand, when the phone rang. If Lisa had been home, he would have called to her to answer it. "Tell 'em I'm not here!" he would have said, and gone on with his relaxation. But Lisa was off at that ceramics class, she had told him, and he could either answer the telephone or let it ring until it drove him crazy.
It was Ed Maxwell, his boss, and after a few moments of shop talk, he got around to the purpose of his call-inviting the two of them to his house for dinner. Ed Maxwell's for dinner ... Christ, it was like a royal command performance! Of course they would go!
He was too excited after that to watch television, so he called the crafts center on a childish impulse to tell Lisa. It was a silly thing to do and he realized it almost immediately; after all, it could have waited until she got home. He was about to hang up on the eighth or ninth ring, assuming that classes were under way and the ladies were too busy to come to the phone, when suddenly a man's voice boomed over the wires.
"Crafts Center ... Davidson speaking."
"Uh, hello ... I'm calling to reach my wife, Lisa Moore. She's there for, uh, a class in ceramics and sort of an, uh, emergency has if
"She ain't here, mister. This is the crafts building and I'm the night custodian. There ain't nobody here but me."
"But she has to be there! She went over to visit a class in pottery."
"Yep, there's a class here in pottery two nights a week. But not tonight ... it was last night. Maybe she went somewhere else, mister," he chuckled.
"Huh? Oh, yeah ... perhaps I was mistaken. Sorry...." Jed hung up and searched for the note Lisa had left for him. It was folded in the pages of the telephone directory, but it confirmed what he remembered ... that she had gone to the Crafts Center, all right.
Acting on another impulse, one that he would long remember as perhaps a turning point in his life, Jed grabbed a windbreaker and went out to his car. Why he didn't use the telephone instead, he would never know. Perhaps it was fated that he go to Sherry's apartment ... their stars had crossed and their paths had become entwined. Whatever the explanation or the reason, Jed was on his way.
And after this night, his life would never be the same ... !
* * *
Sherry opened the apartment door as far as the heavy security chain would allow and switched on the lamp over the doorway, bathing Jed in a bright light.
"Jed? Is something wrong?" It was the first time that she had been face to face with Lisa's husband in years, but she recognized him immediately. He still had those boyish good looks, that casual lock of brown hair tossed across his face. And the same compassionate, meaningful eyes.
"I don't think so ... may I come in?"
Sherry looked momentarily surprised. "But of course? Wait, let me close the door and take the chain off." She did so and motioned her best friend's husband into the narrow entrance hallway. "Come in, come in!" she bubbled exuberantly. "It's quite a surprise getting a visit from you. Where's Lisa?"
Jed looked down as if he were searching for the answer etched in the redhead's hallway floor. "Uh ... I don't know, Sherry. I was sort of, uh, hoping you could help me."
Sherry found herself looking for the same answers in a moment of unaccustomed reticence. "Let's go in the living room and talk, Jed. The room's a mess but there's at least a sofa to sit on."
They sat down on the vinyl sofa in the cramped living room and neither seemed to want to be the first to speak. Finally, Jed ventured another question.
"Do you know where she is, Sherry? Is there another man or something like that? I don't like to sound so melodramatic, but I hate not knowing ... I think you know me well enough to know I'm pretty level-headed. I mean, I'm not running out with a pistol in my hand and revenge in my heart, if that's what you're worried about."
Sherry watched his face, his eyes, as he spoke, and then pondered his every word. She had been doing a lot of thinking since her last meeting with Skipper. She liked his offer-it gave her a chance at last to get out of this rat trap and into a decent apartment. So what if it wasn't exactly moral and decent? In this changing society with values shifting every day, who was to say what was right and what was wrong? Living with a man was wrong a few years ago; so was smoking marijuana ... now, practically every college coed has tried both!
But there was still the unsolved problem of Lisa ... she genuinely didn't know where her girlfriend was tonight, as she hadn't called back after their phone conversation the night before. But she had a pretty solid idea ... Skipper must have gotten to her again and she was "entertaining" him or his friends. She felt the burning shame of her involvement in this sordid mess rise like nausea in the pit of her belly ... and she began to get an idea. It was a long-shot, a desperation move, but then again, this was no ordinary situation.
Will Lisa forgive me if she finds out? What if she doesn't understand and she hates me for the rest of my life? Oh, what the hell ... at the rate things are going, she'll probably hate me, anyway!
Sherry smiled purposefully, her crisp, perfect teeth glistening. "Jed ... let's have a drink and talk, okay?"
He easily caught the drift of her suggestion. "Then there is something I should know?"
"Let's have that drink first," she suggested. "You know, it's been a long time since we talked. Not since that night just before Christmas when you were thinking of marrying Lisa and you wanted somebody to listen to your plans."
Jed smiled reminiscently. "Yes ... that was a long time ago. I didn't think you'd remember."
"I wouldn't forget ... Lisa wasn't the only girl in high school after you, Jed Moore!"
He turned to her and blushed slightly. "You mean ... ?"
"Yep, Sherry Allen, the big-time swinger ... but don't feel badly about it. I never did anything to let you know. Lisa was too good a friend for something sneaky like that."
Was it her imagination or did Jed's chest swell noticeably with manly pride? And what man wouldn't be proud? She knew that she was pretty. After all, she had certainly been told it often enough.
"Damn, I never had any idea!" he exclaimed, shaking his head.
Sherry laughed. "Well, stop gloating and go fix us a couple of drinks. The liquor's in the Spanish cabinet there. I'm rotten at bartending so if you don't mind, I'll let you do the honors."
"I don't mind, not at all," Jed mumbled a bit absently, as if people and events were moving too quickly around him, passing him by somehow. "Scotch?"
"What else? And a little water, if you don't mind."
"It's your whiskey, you can ruin it any way you like," he teased.
"Hey, that's right! I'd almost forgotten ... you were always a nut about drinking whiskey neat, weren't you?"
"Yeah ... but in those days it was mostly just talk. Actually, I doubt I ever finished a drink. Mostly, I just held it in one hand and tried to look suave and sophisticated."
Sherry laughed warmly, freely, for the first time in days. Jed had that loosening way about him, a natural salesman. She couldn't help thinking what a lucky woman Lisa was to have him for a husband.
When he returned with the drinks, it was noticeable that her dressing gown was looser in the front. Had she untied the belted ties or had it merely come undone? He tried not to guess ... !
She had turned to face him, her feet on the sofa, and when he ventured a glance downward, he could see the smooth tempting underside of her thigh all the way to her hips. It was more than apparent that she wasn't wearing panties ... and she didn't seem to care if he noticed.
"Well, Sherry, what's the story? Am I just another cuckolded husband?" He made a gesture indicating horns. "What's the word?"
Sherry grinned at his steadiness and self-assurance in a situation where most husbands would be biting their nails off or thinking of suicide. "It's not that way at all, Jed. But there is a lot you should know."
He looked puzzled. "Well, is there another man or not?"
She peered at him through narrowed eyes, her luxuriant red hair cascading down the sides of her face. "Don't be in such a hurry, Jed ... it's been a long time. Can't you at least pretend to show a little interest in another woman? That's not very chivalrous, you know."
He nodded. "You're right, I'm sorry." He was unabashedly staring now at the widening part of her gown. Her breasts were mostly visible, their voluptuous fullness peeking from under the gown. Her nipples, or the edges of them that he could see, were softly pink and seemed to be moistened, like they were begging to be kissed.
"Tell me something, Sherry," he began nervously. "Did you have a body like that in high school ? And if you did, why didn't I know about it?"
The redhead laughed. "I did indeed, but you were in love and you know they say that love is blind."
"Huh? Well, I must have been totally blind to miss this!" He gestured to her long supple legs and she let them part invitingly.
"It's just another body, Jed," she purred and pushed the sides of her gown open and up and over her knees. She heard him gasp but he didn't make any offer to look away.
"No ... that's not just another body, Sherry," he said finally, his voice a bit shaky.
"You really think so?" she asked innocently, her head cocked to one side. She ran her tongue around the rims of her lips as if to accent her thoughts. "You're an old friend, Jed, tell me ... are my breasts really nice? A lot of guys swear they're fantastic, but you know how men are ... they'll say anything until they get into your pants!" She lifted her breasts with her hands and seemed to weigh them in the cups of her palms. Her large pink nipples stared at him hotly and he quickly grew uncomfortable at their tempting proximity.
"They didn't lie, Sherry," he said with a barely managed smile. "They are nice!"
Her knees moved apart and Jed nearly cried out as he peered down between her soft supple thighs at the naked crevice of her loins. He could see that she was already turned on ... tiny dewdrops of her own wetness -rimmed the hair-lined slit of her vagina.
"Kiss me, Jed," she said calmly, her eyes on his. She opened her arms wide and her gown completed its unveiling, falling to her sides. Jed needed no time for contemplation-he was a man, after all, and what man in his right mind would refuse an offer like that?
He put his drink on the floor beside the sofa and leaned far over her and kissed her firmly on the lips. It was a simple, straight forward kiss, nothing particularly erotic ... until she opened her thighs and pulled him in close to her naked body. Her lips parted and her tongue pressed hard against his and then squirmed hotly into his mouth; suddenly, he answered with his own tongue, snaking it deeply down her throat. She closed her thighs around his masculine hips and held him close against the heat of her loins ... she felt his penis stiffen inside his trousers, pushing hard against the fabric in a long ridge of stiffness.
Sherry moaned into his mouth and ground her hips upward against the firm virile hardness of his pelvis. She felt his cock jerk pulsatingly and she knew that it was fully erect.
She reached around him and pulled him closer, tightening her arms around his back and digging into his skin with her nails as she writhed in real passion beneath him. This was planned for a purpose, she remembered, but it was fast passing that level ... there was something wickedly exciting about kissing her best girlfriend's husband this way and feeling his eager erection pressing into her belly.
"Jed ... oh, Jed!" she gasped and suddenly reached down between them and closed her fingers eagerly about the stiffened hardness of his erect cock. "Get your clothes off ... fuck me, Jed!"
"But, Sherry, I...."
"No buts, do you want me or not?!"
"Well ... yes, yes, I do want you, Sherry. You're a sensuous woman and a man would be crazy to turn you down!"
"Oh, stop talking! You intellectuals are all alike ... no more words! Show me if you mean it! Get your clothes off and fuck me like a man!" she cried excitedly, her whole body squirming and bucking anxiously under him.
He pushed up on his elbows and swung off of his wife's girlfriend; he undressed quickly, furtively, bashfully turning three-quarters around as he stripped off his jockey shorts. When he turned again and started to climb back onto the sofa, Sherry looked down at the stiffly erect cock that swung from his loins like a boom of a sailboat. She pulled her gown from her shoulders and then lifted herself so that she could remove it completely and drop it on the floor. She awaited him completely naked now and when he lowered his weight onto hers, she felt his prick ride up hotly between her thighs. She clamped them shut around it and moaned excitedly as it throbbed against her cuntal moistness.
His hands were everywhere at once, as if she were his first woman and he was anxious to feel and caress every precious inch of her voluptuous nakedness. One hand madly fondled the full resilient mound of her breast, squeezing the flesh until reddish ridges poked between his fingers. He tweaked the nipple of her other breast with his fingers, rolling the hardened flesh between his thumb and first finger as she moaned incessantly beneath him.
She reached for him and quickly found the stiff blood-engorged length of his cock. He gasped aloud as her fingers encircled the throbbing hardness of his prick. He kissed her hotly on the lips and she answered with a soul-kiss that set his hair on end. Her thighs parted in passionate invitation and her legs closed tightly around his hips and her ankles locked against his back.
"Fuck me!" she breathed anxiously. "Fuck me ... please!"
Jed made a movement in the right direction but Sherry was too eager to wait. Both her hands went down between their bodies as she lovingly cradled his cock and moved it up to the hotly steaming cuntal lips of her vagina. He moaned as he felt the quivering hair-rimmed lips nibble hungrily at the head of his cock; she moved it back and forth through the auburn sparse curls of her pubic hair, spreading the wispy fleece and tickling the bulbous tip of his prick until his balls seemed about to explode.
There was no way that he could wait even an instant longer and he lunged forward against her soft curvaceous body with a jarring thrust that sank his cock agonizingly into the warm liquid pool of her cunt.
"Mmmmm," she purred under his weight ... he kissed her fervently as he felt the tight channel of her vagina open around his deeply boring member and then close like a hard fist, encased in warm, caressing velvet. She was so incredibly tight that she could have been a virgin ... but Jed knew Sherry's reputation too well to believe that. But what muscle control she must have!
His desire-stiffened hardness surged into the yielding depths of her belly, rippling through the moist clinging walls of cuntal softness. He gasped once at the excruciating tightness that ached along the lust-incited length of his penis, but Sherry's warm moist lubrication quickly eased his pistoning thrusts until his cock slithered easily in and out of her cuntal slit. He was in her to the hilt, his lust-bloated testicles smacking into the upturned cleft of her buttocks.
Lisa's best friend whimpered a low, incessant moan as she squirmed beneath him in the raptures of exquisite pain. Jed kissed her tenderly but secretly smiled as his cock throbbed deep in her womb ... it was always this way with women, their curse since the Garden of Eden. A man could hurt a woman making love, hurt her in a dozen different ways, but there was nothing that she could do in return ... on the connubial bed, at least, man was still the master!
Jed ground his powerful hips down against the wildly writhing flesh of the redhead's fervently aroused vagina and she pushed back against him with incredible strength, lifting them both from the sofa as she ground back against his deeply plundering thrusts. An incessant moan poured from her lips as she worked feverishly against him, her legs tightly entwined around his back and her ankles locked as she shoved her naked loins up to meet his. Her mouth hung open and she gasped for quick shallow breaths, her hair wildly tossed to either side around her head in a swirling halo of sensual red.
Sherry wouldn't have noticed if Lisa had suddenly come into the room, or, for that matter, a crowd of reporters and photographers from the city paper! Nothing mattered except the pleasurable rigidity of his cock as it thrust into her.
Jed knew that she was racing toward her orgasm as she tightly gripped him with her naked thighs, scissoring them about his hips in perfect time to the rapid, deep-thrusting strokes of his magnificently erect penis. Her moaning cry was an incessant gurgle in her throat; the cords of her veins stood out on her neck. He was giving her all he had ... every inch of his long hard prick thrown into her belly again and again!
She numbly chanted an endless string of obscenities, adding to the delicious shame of her adulterous lovemaking. "Ooooohhhh, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me! Big dick, oh, yes, big dong in my pussy! Fuck me, baby!" Her heels slammed against his back in frantic desperation as she neared the brink of her climax ... another deep, punishing thrust far up into her cuntal depth and she was there!
"I'm ... I'm cumming! I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!!" she screamed shrilly, her whole body savagely alive with forbidden passions. She pulled her knees back so far that her breasts were flattened against her rib cage and the whole naked soft expanse of her crotch was vulnerably open to Jed's pounding loins. Their flesh ground together lewdly, their pubic mounds entwined in a matted thicket of moistened hair. She nakedly squirmed in a primeval dance of ecstasy as old as time ... her ankles were high behind his ears and she ran her toes through his hair. She shuddered convulsively and gasped an unintelligible cry as the last throes of her female orgasm rippled through her voluptuous naked body. "Aaaaaahhhhh! Yes, yes!"
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
When she could at last speak again, she stroked Jed's head gently and whispered in his ear as if she were afraid that someone might hear and unintentionally share this private moment.
"That was fantastic, Jed ... just fantastic.
But...." She reached down between them and groped at his half-limp cock; it dangled feebly between her thighs. " ... You didn't come. Why, Jed, was it my fault? Don't you like me, is that it?"
He smiled and squeezed her rump affectionately ; she felt nice beside him like this ... and right. For now, anyway, he wasn't sorry that this had happened. Perhaps in the harsh light of tomorrow, well ... but for tonight it was all right.
"No, Sherry ... it's got nothing to do with you. You were all a man could want. It's just...."
"I'm not Lisa, is that what you're trying to say?" she said icily.
Jed rubbed the length of her lightly freckled back and felt the ridges of her spine with his fingertips. "Wrong again, Sherry ... I could get quite caught up in making love to you. It's something else ... I just couldn't stop wondering if Lisa was doing the same thing somewhere with another man. It would be poetic irony, I suppose." He paused, as if the words suddenly came less easily. "There is another man, isn't there? And you know who it is, don't you? I think you owe it to me to be honest ... I don't have to be the last one to know just because I'm her husband!"
"Why are you so sure, Jed?" Sherry asked, her brow wrinkled. "Do you really think Lisa's the kind ... I mean, the sort who would be unfaithful to the man she married?"
He shook his head worriedly. "There are lots of reasons, Sherry. But no, I never once suspected Lisa of cheating on me ... not until I got back from New York. It's just too obvious ... she's practically on the verge of tears all the time, she's like a nervous schoolgirl in bed, and now this-she obviously lied to me about where she was going tonight."
"It could be something else."
"Oh, stop playing games, Sherry! You're hiding something big and it's written all over your face. You make a rotten liar, so why don't you just level with me?"
The naked redhead winked mischievously and grinned. "If you'll just close your eyes for a few minutes, I'll tell you everything I know."
"Close my eyes? What's this, still another game?"
"Everything, Jed, I'll tell you everything."
He pondered her mysterious offer and decided that he had nothing to lose-he knew absolutely nothing about what was going on with Lisa so he couldn't possibly lose!
"Oh, all right," he said wearily and closed his eyes like a schoolboy awaiting his birthday surprise.
"Lie on your back and don't say another word," she breathed heavily. Jed looked at her and then closed his eyes again. She rolled onto her side facing him and slid her hand down over his firm masculine belly and began to warmly stroke the stiff hardness of his cock. She rippled the thick foreskin back and forth and then knelt beside the sofa, her fingers still curled about the hard, blood-engorged rigidity of his manhood. She added a second hand and rolled it incitingly between her palms, teasing him excitingly with the pumping movement of her hands along the stiffness of his prick. He began to grind his hips upward in tempo with the lust-arousing motions of her palms.
Then, unexpectedly, her head dropped quickly to the upraised hardness of his cock and her tongue flicked from her lips to curl about its purplish engorged head; her tonguetip teasingly slithered into the tiny eyelike slit at its tip and he gasped involuntarily from the sudden electric contact. Then, with a moan of ravenous hunger, Sherry slipped her ovaled lips over the thick turgid knob of his cock and eased her mouth down over the whole blue-veined shaft like an elastic sheath, encasing his throbbing organ in a warm moist pressure that sent chills of pleasure racing along his spine.
He groaned passionately from the exquisite sensation. "Mmmmm ... that's nice, Sherry!" he exclaimed, watching wide--eyed as his wife's best girlfriend gave him head!
Watching her this way made the enjoyment even better, and his eyes never left the sight of his massively erect cock, still moistly glistening with the remnants of her orgasm, as her lips ovaled to accommodate it. With gentle caresses, she stroked lovingly the leathery orbs of his lust-swollen testicles, and he could feel the boiling viscous load inside them well up and threaten to erupt in a gushing volcano into her throat. Her tongue swirled about the thick shaft of his cock excitingly, her tiny tonguetip occasionally teasing the tiny slit at the end. His head was resting on the arm of the sofa and he could see all of her delicious efforts ... her cheeks hollowing with the force of her ravenous sucking, the cords in her slender neck straining as she swallowed every inch of his proud rigidity down into her throat.
Sherry was purring through it all like a kitten with a bowl of milk and she squirmingly moved her position as she felt the throbbing arousal of Jed's loins. She slid a hand beneath his thighs and squeezed his naked buttocks as she sucked hungrily at his jutting penis. Her tongue swirled round and round the pulsing fleshiness until Jed was certain that it would burst in her mouth ... Damn, can she suck cock! If Lisa had ever done this, well ... I won't think about her now ... Not now! Suck, Sherry, suck and don't stop until I cum down your tight little throat!
An enormous surging pressure was welling from deep in his testicles as he watched her lips widely ovaled around the gleaming shaft of his cock as it sawed in and out of her mouth. She was like a demon at her sensual work ... her arms touching him and squeezing his balls in a gesturing gentleness, her breasts pressed against the side of his leg as she knelt by the sofa.
He groaned beneath her in staccato gasps of exquisite pleasure as her tongue and lips worked feverishly about his painfully throbbing cock. He could feel his balls bloated so incredibly that they actually ached ... and then the erupting strength of his orgasm began its climb, up from the swollen orbs of his testicles, higher and higher, and then racing along the length of his cock, swelling the fleshy organ inside her mouth until finally, like water from the end of a raceway, the hot viscous stream gushed into the sanctuary of her mouth and down her throat.
"Mmmm ... mmff!" she gulped around his pole of flesh as her cheeks hollowed to accommodate the rushing stickiness of his sperm. She sucked hard and fast, gulping and swallowing again and again until Jed lost count. Her mouth and lips and tongue were everywhere along the length of his cock at once, caressing it, milking it lovingly ... until the last precious drop of his load had swirled thickly down her throat and into her belly.
She held it by the base and licked every trace of his orgasm from the fast-deflating cock, laughing at him teasingly when he shuddered at the touch of her tonguetip to his sensitive glans.
"Feel better?" she purred, running her fingers over the firmness of his belly as he lay quietly stretched on the sofa. His cock hung limply along the inside of his thigh, reddish and marked from the incredible rapacity of her sucking.
"Physically? Sure, like a million dollars ... what man wouldn't? But that doesn't solve my problem, you know. And you still haven't told me the truth about Lisa. Who is it ... the milkman ?"
Sherry laughed and kissed his arm closest to her. "You do feel better. At least you can joke about it now. I'm glad for what I did if it helped even that much."
"Sherry, you're one in a million," he said with a smile.
"Yeah ... the whore with a heart of gold," she mumbled bitterly.
"What?"
Sherry stood up, her full curvaceous nakedness over him as he lay on the sofa. She looked down and smiled warmly. "Let me get us two more drinks, Jed. I'll risk making them myself this time ... we'll need them before I've finished telling you this. And God help me if I'm doing the wrong thing ... God help me!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Jed Moore glanced at the luminous dial of his watch; it wasn't bright enough to read but he dared not switch on the car's overhead light. For the first time in his life, he knew how cops must feel when they're sitting on a stakeout, the hours of endless waiting, the anxiety of being alone in a deteriorating neighborhood where every shadow could hide an armed mugger or worse. He had his jacket collar turned up and he leaned as far down the door pillar as he could and still see the front of Skipper Wilson's apartment house. His doors were locked and the windows were tightly rolled up, but still the passing of a figure in the night sent shivers of fear up his spine ... a gun that could easily smash through his glass defenses and in this neighborhood, a man could be killed for the change in his pocket and his high school ring. Especially if the man was white.
Sherry had tried to talk him out of this, hysterically pleading that Skipper was a madman and his friends were worse. She cried when he said that he was going after him, whatever the cost, whimpering that she never would have told him if she had known that he would try to play the hero.
But what else was there for a man to do? Go through the rest of his life knowing that that animal was walking the streets? And what if he should run into him downtown, maybe coming out of a bar ? Just smile politely and say, "Good afternoon, Skipper ... fucked my wife lately? She speaks of you highly ... you must come by sometime."
Jed thought back to the first time that he could remember Skipper ... way back in the freshman year of high school. They had never been friends, he remembered easily enough. Even then Skipper leaned toward the villain-skipping classes, loitering around the parking lot after school and flirting with the girls, smoking where it wasn't permitted. And he never forgave him that ultimate insult ... taking Lisa from him.
But it wasn't that way at all, Jed remembered. Lisa had broken up with Skipper before I ever dated her the first time! Everybody in school knew it, it was gossiped about everywhere. And I would never have gone out with her at all if she hadn't practically told me that she didn't have a date for the Easter dance. It was that one date, and then, vavoom! we were in love. But Skipper had told everyone I had "snaked his broad" as he so smoothly put it ... that's it, he's still out for revenge! After all these years, he really believes in that twisted mind of his that I stole Lisa out of his arms!
But, God in heaven, to do this...! Blackmail and assault and sodomy and...!
A slowing car brought him back to the present before his mind could painfully run through the catalog of sexual perversions that this low-life son-of-a-bitch had put his darling Lisa through. Sherry had told him everything ... in grim detail. He noticed his fists were tightened and he relaxed them. Take it easy, buddy ... stay loose until the right moment. Don't tense up and blow it, it's too important!
The car was an outlandishly customized Cadillac, one of several that Sherry had said Leroy often drove. And he was on the money this time ... Skipper got out. Alone.
"See you tomorrow about eleven, okay, man?" he called to the Black pimp behind the wheel when he closed the door. Jed couldn't hear the reply but Skipper laughed and walked up the steps to the front door.
Jed tightened his grip on the door handle but he didn't make his move. Damn that Leroy, why doesn't he get moving? He'll ruin everything! Skipper's going to get into the fortress of his and I'll never smoke him out!
Skipper turned when he reached the lighted doorway and waved to his friend before he reached in his jacket pocket and found his key. He inserted it in the lock and turned it.
Damn, damn, damn! He's inside! The son-of-a-bitch's inside!
Leroy turned the corner and was gone. Jed sat dejectedly behind the wheel; he rolled the window down for some air. What did it matter if he was mugged now? The whole plan was finished ... all because of that fucking pimp Leroy!
Jed reached for the ignition and switched the car on, but something caught his eye and triggered a silent alarm in his brain. A car was approaching, slowing. Maybe it was merely intuition or a lucky guess, but Jed switched the ignition off again and waited ... waited to see if his guess was close. Or merely wishful thinking.
It was a small battered Volkswagen with all four fenders bashed and rusted; the driver pulled it into the curb in front of Skipper's and stayed in the car. Jed was as far down in the seat as he could get and still see out. He inched up a bit slowly just as the Volkswagen's driver side opened creakily.
She couldn't have been more than a child, fifteen, maybe sixteen. Long straight blonde hair dangled almost to her waist. Her dress was what they used to call a micro-mini, the kind that only a girl her age can wear without looking ridiculous. Beautiful thin legs and a pair of breasts that were just beginning to reach budding perfection.
Jed eased his door open and slipped up behind her as she walked up to Skipper's front door. "Excuse me ... going to see Skipper, Miss?"
She leaped literally into the air and spun around gasping in fright. "What? Who are you and what do you want?" she demanded, quite obviously nearly hysterical.
Jed smiled and held both his hands up. "Take it easy ... I'm harmless. I just wanted to know if you were going to see Skipper Wilson, that's all. Are you expected?"
She looked him over appraisingly. "What are you, some kind of bodyguard or something? Leroy didn't say nothing about any bodyguards. I was just supposed to come over about midnight as a kind of, you know, surprise for Skipper. He doesn't know I'm coming, though."
"Uh, does he know you, Miss, uh...."
"The name's Gloria ... yeah, he knows me, all right. He knows me real well," she grinned impishly.
"I see what you mean," Jed smiled thinly, his blood boiling with disgust. Was this somebody's wife or, more likely, somebody's daughter? Another girl he had gotten his clutches into?
"Listen," he said in a whisper, holding her upper arm and edging the two of them slightly into the shadows. "How would you like to make some money?"
She laughed infectiously. In another setting, she could have been just some kid coming home from the school prom. "I've been making money ... all night. Lots of money. But what did you have in mind? I usually get twenty, but this late I might have to charge extra. Leroy wouldn't like it if I didn't show up, though, so it would have to be sort of, you know, a quickie." She grinned and touched his cheek. "Or maybe just some head action? You look like you could use some unwinding, handsome."
"No, uh, thank you ... maybe later. But I could use your help and I'm willing to pay for it. I need to get inside the door without Skipper knowing it."
Gloria looked at him curiously. "Man, you sure are weird. I mean, telling me all this. What if I blew the whistle on you? Hey, I've got it! I'll bet you're some kind of Mafia guy and this is a hit, right? You're going to hit Skipper."
"No, no, nothing like that, Gloria." He grabbed both her arms and held her. "Listen
... I can't explain what this is about, but I promise you won't get in any trouble, at least not with the police."
"Are you a cop?" she asked disgustedly.
"I'm just a guy, that's all ... I'm not a cop or a hit man or anything so glamorous. But I need your help ... now, will you do it?"
"What's in it for me? I mean, if I don't show up, Leroy's going to get awful mad. And what's to keep Skipper beating up on me for helping you?"
"He won't ... but just to be sure, I'll tell him I pushed my way in when you opened the door and you must have gotten scared and run away. Now, will you do it? Someone's life is on the line here ... maybe two people's lives."
"How much? It's still an awful risk."
"Uh, twenty dollars. That's your usual fee, you said."
The teenage girl laughed openly. "Twenty bucks? Man, I just spread my legs for that and let a bunch of old creeps feel my ass. You want me to put my butt in trouble ... for twenty dollars? You gotta' be kidding!"
"All right, all right ... a hundred. It's all I've got on me, so it'll have to do," he said desperately, looking up to Skipper's windows as he talked quietly outside the house.
"A hundred? And you'll keep me out of it, huh?" She rubbed her chin with her fingers. "Okay ... it's a deal. But I'm splitting the minute he opens that door, understand? I don't want no part of what happens next ... I still ain't too sure you're not a hit man."
"You'd like it if I were, wouldn't you?" Jed asked.
"Sort of ... Skipper sucks, if you know what I mean. He's pretty rotten and I really couldn't care less if you waste him."
Jed looked at her and realized that Lisa was this young just a few short years ago. Not even sixteen, he was certain, and hard as nails. "Okay, let's go. And make it good."
He hid in the shadows while Gloria rang the buzzer for Skipper's apartment. There was a long wait and then the static noise of a speaker switch being opened. "Yeah ... who is it?" the voice asked gruffly. Jed felt his hands tighten into fists again ... it was Skipper Wilson's voice. The same yard-bird punk that he remembered from high school. Older and harder, maybe, but still a punk.
"It's me, Skipper, honey ... Gloria. You know, from last night."
His voice suddenly mellowed. "Sure, I re member ... what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much ... I just thought I'd drop by. That is, if you're not busy."
"I'm not busy," he chuckled. "Come on up ... I'm just getting ready for a shower. I'll leave the door open."
Jed was so excited that he failed to hear the buzzer sound ... What a run of luck! I was worried about that door; Sherry said it might be steel. Now he's mine, goddamn his ass, he's mine!
Gloria opened the electrically operated door and he rushed past her, climbing the stairs two at a time, but as quietly as possible. Skipper's door was ajar and light spilled out into the darkened corridor. He took one last look at his fists and tried to remember the last time that he had used them this way ... Sure, at boot camp when I was in the reserves. Too bad that punk never heard of Golden Gloves!
Skipper seemed to have a moment of intuitiveness himself, for he rushed to the door at the sound of heavier footsteps than Gloria's well-proportioned hundred pounds could have made. He grabbed the door but Jed was faster.
Though it had been a long time, Skipper had no difficulty remembering his caller's face. "Well, well, if it ain't the big man on campus ... what's new, lover boy?" he smirked.
He couldn't have seen the punch coming with a pair of binoculars. Jed brought his fist up from down below his belt in a wide arc that gained devastating momentum as it reached the underside of Skipper's chin. The inertia of that roundhouse throw lifted him right off his heels; he seemed to hang there in mid-air a second or two and then came down like he had been dropped through the roof. He was out cold when he hit the floor with a moaning noise that was unconsciousness setting in; his head twitched a couple of times and he was still.
Jed eyeballed the apartment hurriedly to make certain that they were alone and then scooped a glassful of water from the ice bucket and tossed it into Skipper's face. He spluttered like a half-drowning man coming out of the pool and suddenly his arms and legs were moving in every direction at once, as if he were running in his sleep and shadow-boxing at the same time.
"Get up, you son-of-a-bitch! You're not passing out on me that easily!" he bellowed at the semi-conscious man sprawled on the living room carpet. Skipper shook his head vigorously and tried to stand up, but Jed caught him with a second punch just behind the ear as soon as he was unsteadily on his feet.
"Sorry, old man, but I don't fight like John Wayne," he grinned. "This is for real! That first punch was for Lisa and the last one was for Sherry. And when you get up again ... you'll get mine!"
Skipper made an unintelligible noise that sounded like someone gurgling with oatmeal and then managed to get his knees under him so that he could at least kneel. He moved one knee and then the other until he had turned around to face Lisa's husband.
"No ... please ... no more," he wheezed between deep gasping breaths. "I...."
Whatever his plea, he never got the chance to complete it, for Jed's third and final punch was his best ... a punishing jab right into his face in a crunching splatter of bone and flesh. Skipper tumbled over backward and when he hit the floor this time, there was no sign of movement at all.
Jed unplugged an expensive chromium floor lamp and ripped the electric cord from its base to tie Skipper's hands. He doubled it around his wrists in both directions, then looped it over the knot and around his ankles as well, securely immobilizing him in case he discovered a second wind.
He came around slowly, without the help of ice water this time, and when he opened his eyes blearily, Jed was sitting cross-legged on the floor a couple of feet away. Skipper grunted something obscene and attempted to swing an arm in Jed's direction but the inertia of the effort only succeeded in toppling him over like a hog trussed for market.
"Stop wiggling around so much or I'll tie your neck to your feet," Jed promised. "And turn around so I can see your face, scum! I want to look you in the eye when I tell you this!"
Skipper struggled to move around and then managed to sort of sit up, his arms bent back impossibly to reach his bound ankles and wrists. That look of perpetual smugness had vanished and there in its place, through the sheen of sweat and blood from his nose and cut lip, was the cowardly fear that had always been just beneath the surface in a man like Skipper Wilson ... fear of competition, fear of society and of its strictures. And now, a fear for his life as he watched the contorted outlines of animal rage on Jed Moore's face.
"Now, you listen, because I'm only going to say this once!" Jed pointed a finger at the blond man's face but his other hand was clenched into a fist, ready to pummel him senseless if he tried anything. "I know what you did and what you're still trying to do to Lisa. I got the whole story and a lot more. I know what kind of operation you're running ... the drugs, the-out-of-state deals, everything. And I know about your friend Leroy-the stinking pimp."
"Yeah ... that was one of his girls who helped you get in, wasn't it? How'd you get to her?"
"She didn't help me," Jed lied, remembering his promise. "I waited until she opened the door and then I pushed past her. She must have gotten scared and ran off. I never saw the cunt before."
"Okay, so you got lucky ... now what ?"
"Nothing ... absolutely nothing, as long as you stay out of my sight. But if you ever so much as say hello to my wife or to Sherry, I'll step on you like the dog shit you are!"
"All right, all right, you're calling the shots ... now."
Jed lunged at him and caught him around the neck; his fingers tightened into his flesh and Skipper's face suddenly darkened to a deep sunset blue. "Listen you animal, there will be no tricks! If you don't like my terms, just say so, and I'll take those wires off your wrists and beat you to jelly right now!" He released his throat and slapped him viciously twice across both cheeks. "Answer me, goddamn you ... answer me!"
This time his fear was apparent, a wide-eyed mask of terror that erupted in a heavy beaded line of sweat across his forehead. "O-okay ... I understand! I'll leave 'em alone! I'll leave 'em alone!" he shrilly proclaimed.
Jed lifted him by his shirtfront until he was back fully on his knees again. "One last thing, Wilson ... I've put all of this in writing, everything I know and then some, and it's in a safe place addressed to a good family friend of mine ... on the D.A.'s staff. So if you get any ideas like having some paid goons work me over, you'd better think twice ... you'd be hanging your ass as well. This way, you can go on doing whatever it is you do ... I could care less as long as you stay clear of me and those close to me."
"Sh-Sherry, too...."
"Sherry included. If she wants to come crawling back to a dog shit like you, that's her business, but you stay away from her, understand?" His face tightened in anger and Skip per cringed, expecting another beating. "Relax ... I couldn't get any pleasure out of whipping you now. That smug puss of yours is nothing but blood and sweat now ... the fun's all out of it!" He gave him a push in the middle of his chest that sent him sprawling on the carpet, wheezing and gasping for breath, whimpering like a spanked puppy.
Jed turned when he reached the door. "I'm going to leave you tied up, Skipper. You can get out easily enough if you work at it. But don't be in too big a hurry ... take your time and think about what I said. Don't do anything hastily or you might regret it, okay?"
The drug-dealer merely looked at him, then averted his eyes. "Yeah ... I understand," he mumbled.
Jed Moore could hear him squirming at his bonds as he closed the door. Down at the street, Gloria's car was gone and the side mirror was missing from his own, along with his hub caps. But for now, none of that was of any consequence ... the worst part was yet to come. If Sherry had done as he had asked, she was at his apartment with Lisa. And now he had to face his wife and try to face the future together. And it was a task he feared more than his meeting with Skipper.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Lisa Moore wouldn't have preferred anyone else at her front door if she had been given three wishes by a benevolent genie. Maybe they didn't see eye to eye on morals and what was decent, but Sherry was still her best friend. And at a moment like this, Lisa needed all the friends she could muster.
"Oh, Sherry!" she blurted, her eyes red from crying. "I'm so glad it's you. Come in, come in!"
"I wasn't sure you'd want to see me after that phone call last night," Sherry said sheepishly. "I was wrong ... I can see it now. All the money in the world isn't worth being with that animal Skipper. I guess the chance of making it the easy way blinded me for a while ... I'm sorry, Lisa."
"Oh, don't apologize," the blonde married woman sobbed into her girlfriend's comforting shoulder. "I've been as stupid as you have. You can't believe what I've been through tonight!"
Sherry looked away. "Yes, I can ... I knew pretty much what Skipper was planning. I heard him talking about it when I was with him ... in his apartment. I guess I didn't do something to help because, well, I don't know. Maybe it was because you seemed to talk down to me on the phone, called me a whore practically. Anyway, it's all over now ... but I just hope there's not more bad news for you, Lisa."
Her eyes widened in fear. "What is it? It's Jed, isn't it? He wasn't here when I got back and there was no note ... it's not like him.
For heaven's sake, Sherry, don't hold out on me!"
"He knows everything, Lisa," she said calmly. "He came to me tonight when he found out you weren't at the Crafts Center. I told him the whole story."
"Everything?" Lisa implored. "All about Skipper and Leroy and...."
"The whole sordid mess."
Lisa backed away from her girlfriend and sat down on the arm of a convenient chair, her hand to her forehead. "Then it's all over ... he's left me. Sherry, I'll never see him again! He's...."
"Lisa, shut up and stop sniveling! Do you really think he's that small? If you do, you know him even less than I do ... and I think I know Jed pretty well. Now."
"And what's that cryptic dig supposed to mean?" Lisa asked sarcastically.
"Just what you think ... Jed and I made love tonight while you were at the Sheffield with Skipper's friends. Now, if you think that's so awful, then throw me out, but you'd be a fool to think Jed is any less than the one in a million he is! He's at Skipper's place right now, or trying to get there ... I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen. He doesn't blame you at all, he loves you, but he went after Skipper like nothing I've ever seen. A dozen men couldn't have held him back."
"He went to Skipper? My God, he'll be killed for sure!" Lisa cried pitifully. "Skipper's an animal and he lives down there in the sewer. Jed doesn't know how to fight at his level ... Oh, Sherry, I'm so confused! Help me, please!" The redhead put her arms around her girlfriend in what was intended only as a gesture of endearing affection and nothing more.
* * *
What was it that compelled two attractive, sexually vibrant young women to an act society condemns as perversion? Was it the bittersweet poignancy of their memories ... that night at the Sheffield when they were forced into an act as wickedly forbidden as incest? Or was it something in their own personalities ... something hidden and dormant, some piece of themselves lying patiently in waiting until a moment like this? What they did was wrong and they knew it even as it happened, but there seemed to be a greater force directing them, urging them into the blissfulness of an act as old as Lesbos!
* * *
"Sherry! I feel so rotten and dirty and ashamed," Lisa cried soulfully. Her girlfriend rubbed her shoulders and back and whispered softly in her ear.
"Shh ... it's mostly over now. And Jed's going to be fine ... I'm sure of it. Skipper's pretty tough with women, but he's no killer."
"Oh, Sherry, do you mean that?" Lisa implored, her lips trembling as the redhead's arms enveloped her and their breasts rubbed sensuously together in an inciting union. Suddenly Sherry's mouth closed over Lisa's and they kissed as fervently as any two people can kiss ... a soul-stirring kiss that brought both the young women to a feverish state of arousal!
"Sherry ... Oh, Sherry...." The redhead kissed her neck and began to move downward; she pushed her cotton jersey top up to her chin and kissed her tenderly on the pink-tipped softness of her nipples. Her breasts, so soft and resilient beneath her kisses, danced a dance of ageless passion. "We can't ... we can't...." she chanted mindlessly, but it was only her conscience speaking; her body had long since deserted her in a spiraling crescendo of sexual excitement.
Sherry's fervently exploring lips descended below her girlfriend's waist and she reached up under her skirt and tugged her crisp white panties down over her thighs. Lisa gasped at the unexpected wantonness of her girlfriend's lingual caresses there inside her legs and she nearly fell as her knees gave way. The tall leggy redhead moved away from her a few seconds and quickly undressed, then helped her girlfriend disrobe as well.
"W-what if Jed comes back?" Lisa asked in a cracking voice, her eyes wide with a heady blend of fear and "emotion.
"He won't," Sherry insisted. "Skipper never comes home this early and Jed said he was going to wait for him."
Lisa tensed at the mention of Skipper's name. "Oh, hurry, Sherry ... make the hurt go away, pleaassee!"
Sherry lay back on the carpeted floor, completely naked now. "Come here ... kneel over me like we did before!" (See Blackmailed Into Sin, Volume I)
Lisa ob-eyed, her skin tingling with goose bumps, and Sherry reached up and tightly locked her arms around the delicate curve of the blonde's waist. Lisa gasped and nearly pulled away, but Sherry murmured a word of encouragement in her ear and the married girl relaxed ... slowly she let her loins be drawn toward Sherry's lips and face. She shuddered and her thighs quivered as the redhead's lips lightly brushed the sparse fleeciness of her pubic vee. Sherry took a breath and then pressed her lips tightly into the moist softness of her girlfriend's vaginal cleft. She cried out from the electrifying sensations but she soon followed her girlfriend's lead and lowered her own face until her lips were between the redhead's widely splayed thighs. Nervously, and with more than a little reticence and shame, she touched the rims of her lips to the damp crevice of Sherry's pussy, then laved it gently with her tonguetip as she did the same between her own legs. Their tonguings quickly grew more intense as the passionate flames of their girly-lust heated to a searing inferno!
No words passed between them, but no words were needed ... Lisa groaned in fervent relief as her girlfriend's lips hotly caressed the moist heat of her pussy. She burrowed her own tongue deeply between the soft cuntal lips of Sherry's pussy, snaking it in and out of the hot little slit. Lisa found that her whole body was writhing and squirming uncontrollably now from the wildly erotic sensations emanating from her loins. Sherry's hotly probing tongue seemed everywhere between her quivering thighs at once, deeply laving the slit of her vaginal flesh and then flicking electrifyingly at the pearly marble of her clitoris. Lisa nuzzled and tongued heatedly down between her girlfriend's thighs as she felt her own sexuality begin to well higher and higher until it seemed certain to explode at any second!
"Mmmmm," she groaned into Sherry's hotly steaming slit. "Mmmmmm ... it feels soooo goooddd!"
* * *
The words seemed to reverberate throughout the cozy apartment and they stilled him as surely as a gun in his ribs. Jed had the door open and was about to call to his wife when he heard that sound. Was there another man here? Had it really not all ended at Skipper's apartment? Did she bring him here ... to their home?
But then came the other voice, a whimpering mewl of animalish excitement-a voice that he recognized immediately. Sherry! My God, what's going on here?
He tiptoed to the living room doorway, leaving the door closed but not latched so that there would be no noise at all. He kicked off his loafers for the last few feet and then leaned cautiously around the door frame. Nothing ... nothing on earth, could have prepared him for what he saw there on the living room floor. It was unbelievable and he had to blink and look again before his mind would believe that it was indeed real and not the delusions of a crazed man.
There, entwined and squirming hotly like a couple of spawning salmon out of water, were his wife and his wife's girlfriend ... wildly licking and sucking each other like a pair of veteran muff-divers! Had he been fooled all along ... was Lisa really a lesbian? Or Sherry ? he asked himself in utter confusion. But of course not! I should know ... I've screwed both of them in the past twenty-four hours and they're certainly not lesbians. But what? What?
He watched their lascivious mouthing and squirming as long as he could stand it and then his eyes twinkled with a beautiful idea ... why not make it a threesome?
He could see Lisa's naked buttocks wriggling and swaying from side to side as Sherry tongued her pussy from below. He opened his fly and pulled off his trousers and undershorts; when he stepped from behind the doorway, neither of them saw him. Jed moved closer until finally Sherry glimpsed him through Lisa's widely splayed thighs; her eyes opened until they seemed the size of half dollars, but she said nothing. He dropped to his knees silently, his eyes on the pink moist slit of his wife's hotly squirming pussy ... he edged closer and his hands took her hips. She stopped dead still and gasped, looking back over her shoulder.
"Jed! Jed!" was all she could manage.
He smiled understandingly. "Don't get uptight ... just keep doing what you were doing. I thought we'd all do it together!" He thrust a stiffened finger deeply into her cunt, enjoying the shuddering jerk as she lunged away from the sudden plunging digit. She looked away again, still on her knees, and a deep husky mewl of pleasure rippled from her lips ... Her husband was home and safe and from the smile on his face she could tell that everything was going to be all right. She had Jed and now Sherry ... all and everything a woman could want!
She ground her buttocks back against his palm and squeezed her cuntal grip around the stiffness of his middle finger. Jed looked at her and shook his head in amazement ... She's hotter'n a firecracker!
He relished now the prospect of screwing his wife from behind while Sherry tongued her from below; it was wildly forbidden and erotic and it made his cock throb painfully in his grip. He levered it up between the smooth hairless cheeks of her buttocks and moistened the purplish head in the juices of her own pussy. Suddenly, she had to have it and she reached back with one hand and, groaning at the exquisite pain, pushed it between her hungrily nibbling cuntal lips. Her pubic hair was all around it as he inched it into the hotly steaming depths of her pussy-sheath and it felt electrically exciting as it tickled the blue-veined rigidity of his prick.
He would have liked to give it to her an inch at a time, slowly working it into her cunt as she begged him for all of it ... but the sensation was too incredibly fantastic to delay it another second. With a single thrust, he sank his cock up to the hilt in her cunt; his balls swung forward heavily and he could feel Sherry's nose and lips beneath them. Then, she began to lick playfully at the wispy -haired orbs ol his testicles and he couldn't help but groan in magnificent pleasure ... his wife's hotly clasping cunt and Sherry's tongue between his legs!
Her buttocks cheeks flattened and quivered with the force of his thrusts and she moaned pitifully as if in pain as he held her hipbones like handles and pulled her back over his cock. She gasped something unintelligible, something muffled between Sherry's legs as she lovingly tongued the gorgeous redhead beneath her. Sherry opened her legs in fervent arousal and clamped them about her girlfriend's head as she hungrily tongued and sucked at both her pussy and Jed's heavily dangling balls. She was going out of her mind with desire and she had to have the blonde's tongue up between her thighs or she would scream!
Jed's thrusts had become almost maniacal in their intensity, so ardent was his passion, and his head moved from side to side as he rammed his stiffness deeply from behind into Lisa's widely stretched and open pussy; he glanced down the hallway and discovered that they were perfectly visible in the full-length mirror at the opposite end. He watched in rapt fascination ... the three of them all intertwined in a jumble of legs and arms, thighs and torsos, all working and sweating toward one end ... a climax that would blow the roof off!
He could see his wife's face buried between Sherry's tightly gripping thighs, her breasts dangling and bouncing beneath her in the ferocity of her passion. His emotions were a maelstrom of confusion ... shame and anger at his wife's lesbian act, yet, at the same time, he found that he was keenly excited by that same act! His cock ached and throbbed with renewed fervor deep in the velvety grip of her cunt and he would rather have died than pull it from the delicious tightness of her belly. He was mesmerized by the lascivious tableau in the mirror ... he watched it as if it were a movie and not himself and two women.
Sherry was squirming so arousedly beneath Lisa's naked torso that he had to balance himself to keep from being knocked over in her fervor. She licked and tongued and licked and tongued ... then her tongue moved up to the wetly glistening shaft of his prick as it sawed in and out of Lisa's cunt. Jed moaned pleasurably as he felt Sherry's tongue begin to swirl around the circumference of his cock as it moved in and out of Lisa's wetly clinging pussy.
Lisa could do nothing but moan pitifully, her limbs useless and limp as she was used so exquisitely between the two of them. All of them moaned and gasped incessantly, their passionate noises mingling in a cacophony of desire!
Then ... the beginning of the end for the three of them. Sherry, perhaps in part because of her strangely erotic position, was the first to reach the brink and lunge headlong over it into a whirlpool of sated passion. Her thighs tightened around Lisa's head and the blonde sucked frenetically at her loins, licking and laving the tiny oily marble of her clitoris as her redheaded friend writhed and twisted convulsively beneath her. Sherry's lips left their chosen work and quivered their way into a gasping shriek that became a scream.
"Aaaaaagghhh! Yes, yes ... don't stop licking, my darling Lisa! Don't stop!" she moaned excitedly. That seemed to do it for Lisa as well ... as if on cue, Jed felt her gushing warmth flower around the thickness of his cock and he knew that she was coming. He gritted his teeth and released the butt-clenching hold that he had kept on his testicles ... a long second passed as the welling surge of hot viscous sperm built up pressure. And then it began to wildly erupt into his wife's womb. His mind reeled and he loved her and hated her and loved her all at once; his thrusts bordered on the sadistic and the small slender blonde screamed in real pain as she was buffeted by his pummeling loins.
Lisa groaned and tried to wriggle away from her husband's still-pummeling thrusts as the pain was too intense, but he kept her tightly in position until the last sticky drop of his load was in her belly. He pushed hard against her and she felt the shuddering jerk of his cock deep in her womb. He gasped a quick breath and let her go ... she fell heavily across Sherry but quickly rolled aside.
Jed lay out flat on his back, grinning up at the ceiling. Not bad for one night, he said to himself. One punk out of the way ... another woman on the string. And all seems well with Lisa again!
He had barely had time to get his breath again when he felt the touch of a hand between his legs. He opened his eyes ... Lisa was watching, sitting on her hands and smiling anxiously. Sherry rubbed her cheek against his and gently fondled his balls. "Now me, lover ... get it up and put it in me before I die!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Winter had come to the city and nowhere was it more apparent than on the ridge behind the Sheffield Inn. From their bedroom window, Jed and Lisa could see the county's highest point quite easily. It was often the first thing they saw in the morning upon rising, and some times the last at night. Like most people, they regularly looked high up on the mountainside every morning through the fall and winter months to see if snow had fallen there during the night.
And this morning, the whole mountain was covered with more than a foot of powdery dry snow. The firs and pines that covered the ridge with year-round greenery were now shrouded with a mantle of gleaming white. The lodge with its peaked and gabled roof was heavily laden under several feet of the white stuff. Here in the valley, the ground was only lightly covered, even bare in places, but everyone in town knew the mountainside would be deep with fresh white snow. It was Saturday and the schools were closed. Already, a steady stream of cars rolled past their terrace balcony, teenagers laughing and shouting, parents with their excited kids. It was a local occasion, the celebration of the first big snowfall of the season, and the opening of the ski runs up above the Sheffield Lodge. This year, a new circular restaurant and bar was opening on the farthest craggy ridge of the mountains, accessible only by ski-lift or by climbing the several thousand feet almost straight up from the Sheffield Lodge.
"Would you like to stop for lunch at the Sheffield?" Jed asked, still in his bathrobe. "Or is it too soon?"
Lisa smiled thinly. "No, it's not too soon. Let's do it ... and how about calling-Sherry and having her meet us there. We haven't been anywhere with her in weeks."
"Yeah, I know ... but she's back hanging around with our old friend Skipper. I never thought she'd be that stupid, after all...."
"Now, honey, let's not be so quick to condemn. Sherry said herself, she lives in a different world than we do. We shouldn't judge her with our morals."
Jed untied his robe and started putting on his socks. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Or maybe it's just that bright shiny new Jensen-Healey you keep thinking of?"
Lisa laughed, her gaze still directed up the mountainside toward the Sheffield ... the place where it all began with Skipper just over a month before. "No, I don't begrudge her the car. She's earning it, I'm certain."
"And you're not still mad because I said we couldn't afford another car? I know it's not too pleasant with just the one car, but since that old Chevy gave up the ghost, we just don't have the money for another one. And with the gas shortage and...."
"Please, Jed, I said I didn't mind." Her voice was bitter but when she spoke again it had mellowed. "I understand we can't afford it now ... I know there are a lot of things we can't afford. "
"There you go again ... but to the same old argument, money. All right, I'll blow our savings on a car and I'll get myself in debt so you can have that mink coat you wanted!"
"You'll do no such thing, Jed ... and it wasn't mink, it was fox. Now, let's quit fighting and get ready. I'll go call Sherry."
* * *
Every male head in the immense dining room turned when Sherry entered, and more than a few women cast disapproving looks in her direction. She was clad head-to-toe in clingy vinyl, the kind that looks wet, and it was more than apparent that she was wearing nothing under the expensive French ski togs. She carried a fur-lined jacket under her arm and tossed it casually into an empty chair like it was something out of a mail-order catalog instead of the Rivaloff original that she knew it was.
Lisa smiled and said hello and tried not to pay much attention to the squeeze that her girlfriend gave Jed under the table when she sat down. It was no secret how the voluptuous redhead felt about her husband-she had told them both in so many words often enough during the past month. First, that night when Jed came home and found them, well, indiscreetly occupied. And later that same week when Jed suggested a replay of the night's events ... starting with his entry into the living room. And then after that, so many times that she couldn't remember them all. But none of that slowed Sherry's "entertaining." She was in a new apartment now, an enormous duplex townhouse in a new section close to the Sheffield-close enough for her to stroll down when Skipper Wilson called her with work to be done.
"Sorry I'm late," she gushed excitedly. "I went skiing first thing this morning with ... uh, well, a friend and...."
"Skipper ... why don't you say it? I won't fly off the handle at the mention of his name," Jed said bitterly.
"Okay, with Skipper ... Anyway, there was an accident up on the slopes and we helped bring the guy down to an ambulance. It was really something! Exciting, you know, like a ski patrol or something."
"We were about to give up on you. I've already had my limit of pre-dinner cocktails and I think the maitre d' is considering having us evicted."
"Antoine? He wouldn't dare!" She raised her hand and a waiter appeared from nowhere. Jed pretended not to notice.
"I'll have lobster," Sherry began. "And you fill in the rest, Larry, okay?" She smiled at the middle-aged waiter and he nodded obediently. And why shouldn't he? Sherry Allen was probably his most regular customer. And far be it from him to question what went on upstairs as long as everything went smoothly down there in the dining room.
When Lisa and Jed had ordered, Sherry looked at her girlfriend and winked on the side away from her husband. "I've got to powder my nose or something ... now why do women always say that? Actually, I had a beer on the way over and I've gotta' pee something awful! Lisa, would you care to keep me company?"
"Jed? You'll be all right by yourself?" she asked needlessly. Jed waved her away good-naturedly with a sweep of his forearm. They were half-way to the ladies room when he saw the two men sitting alone at the far end of the room. He had wondered why the maitre d' insisted on giving them this table so far from the bar and now he knew ... it was Skipper Wilson and one of his friends, a big broad-shouldered guy that looked like somebody out of The Godfather. His stomach turned as he wondered for a cruel moment if that was one of the men that his wife had ... No, I promised not to keep thinking about that. It's over and done with and it'll eat my guts out if I let it!
* * *
"Well, did you see him? He was right near the end of the bar with Skipper ?" Sherry asked her girlfriend once they were in the ladies' powder room. "What 'ya think?"
Lisa looked down at the floor between her feet as if she expected a message to suddenly appear there. "I saw him ... I only hope Jed didn't see him as well."
"No, he was too far away ... Now listen, I've got to know something right away. You've been hemming and hawing all week and I've been stalling Skipper. But you've got to make up your mind ... right now."
The attractive married blonde bit her lower lip and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue before her mascara ran. "Oh, Sherry, I don't know! Before, there was a reason ... I had an excuse for what happened. But this ... this is downright...."
"Don't say it ... you used that word once before, talking about me. I'd just as soon not hear it again. Now, do you make the date or not. It's a hundred and fifty cash ... and he's throwing in a new outfit from Rossi's."
"Whew ... that's another hundred right there!"
"You said it ... what 'ya say? Is it set?"
"I just can't make up my mind to do it, Sherry. Jed's been so good to me about all this. How many husbands would have taken it as calmly as he did? And look what he did to Skipper!"
"Yeah ... he nearly cost me a lot of money. It took me a week to cool him down."
"But how could Jed have known you didn't want out, too?"
Sherry closed her purse. "Oh, let's stop rehashing a lot of old news. What is it ... yes or no?"
"How could I explain the money? I can't just start wearing a lot of expensive new clothes without an explanation."
The redhead whistled through her teeth. "Don't you ever listen when I talk to you? I told you last week, Skipper's arranged for you to get a parttime job for the season here at the lodge. Jed doesn't need to know how much you make. And besides, men never have any idea how much a woman's clothes cost, anyway."
"Well, give me just a few more minutes. Just 'til we finish lunch, okay?"
Sherry smiled indulgently. "Okay ... but that's my last deadline. I have to let Skipper know before we go up to the slopes."
The two attractive women went back into the dining room, mindful that most of the men in the room looked their way and smiled. Lisa felt her pulse quicken at all the attention; she liked it when men looked at her that way. Especially if they were with their wives.
Her mind was far from being made up when they began eating. It was tempting ... new clothes, all the money she wanted to spend, even a new car in a few months. And that ski trip to Chamonix that Sherry was planning. She would have enough money to join her on that little jaunt if she agreed ... but then there was Jed. It would kill him if he ever found out and she knew how hard it would be to keep it a secret indefinitely.
She kept glancing across the room for a better look at the "legitimate businessman" from further north that was scheduled to be her "date." Jed turned to talk to someone at the next table and she was able to scrutinize him carefully. Forty, maybe forty-five, she thought, and not so bad looking, if you like the rough Latin type.
The clouds were lifting and from their table she could see the expensive new apartments where Sherry lived now. And there, beside her building, was the shiny new roadster that she had only bought a few days before.
Lisa Moore finished her salad and waited quietly for the second course and when Sherry looked to her inquisitively while Jed still had his back to them, she smiled and nodded a scant few inches. Sherry jumped up, excused herself, and hurried off to use a house telephone. Lisa ran her fingers over the plush lining of Sherry's jacket and wondered how it would feel ... or better still, how it would look in Chamonix.
