At this point in history, when we are inclined to think of ourselves as living in a sophisticated and complex society, we are sometimes confronted with situations so archaic that we find them totally incomprehensible. Our legal system is presently getting quite a work-out with massive power structures within our government crumbling under the watchful eye of our various enforcement agencies. Many labor union officials, Mafia bigwigs and high ranking politicians, once thought to be invincible, have recently come under the scrutiny of the courts.
It would seem that we have come a long way in the protection of law-abiding citizens from the ravishing of determined abusers.
One area that seems to have been by-passed in our desire for a protected society is that of rape.
When a woman cries rape, how often is her cry acknowledged? What is the attitude of our law enforcement agencies and courts about the carnal abuse of an average female?
In most instances the implication becomes one of seduction by the woman rather than rape by the man. The physical abuse and mental anguish trauma at the police station, as the victim is subjected to the degradation and embarrassment of accusation by her supposed protectors.
The common knowledge of the circumstances involved in reporting a rape has caused many a woman to resort to other means of protection.
Rita Miller is one such woman. Upon finding the police unwilling to help her rid herself of her unwanted pursurer, she looks for another method. She is finally successful, but only after enduring much humiliation at the hands of the rapist.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
No one has ever found out whether Fate is male or female. Whatever its gentler, it's capricious. At times, Fate is a benevolent benefactor. On other occasions, Fate becomes a practical joker.
It played a cruel joke on Rita Miller. Her father had a small pet shop in Thaxton, Pennsylvania. When she was twenty, her parents had an auto accident. Mr. Miller was killed. Mrs. Miller was left a helpless invalid. Rita was left with the burden of running a store and taking care of her mother. Six years later, Rita was still on the same treadmill.
The responsibilities of making a living for her mother and herself left Rita with little time for anything else.
Now, at twenty-six, Rita had blossomed into a beautiful auburned hair woman. She was five-four in height, a hundred and fifteen pounds with the weight well distributed. Her figure invited long looks of lustful approval. Large hemispherical tits strained behind the conservative clothing she wore.
The accident had interrupted her college career. Rita enjoyed an affair with a senior to the point of sacrificing her virginity for the cause of love. She wanted him to marry her and help with the store. He was interested in teaching philosophy. The romance ended-and Rita became a disillusioned spinster. Her only interest was the store and her mother now.
There were moments, lying awake in bed, when Rita reflected on her college days. Visions of the past romantic interludes filled her mind. She could see her naked form alongside her lover. Rita relived the moments of passion as they embraced, his hot hands touching her erogenous flesh.
He was inside of her, his hard prick moving in strong coital thrusts. She responded with her movements, groaning in rapturous sighs. How exciting it was!
When these moments occurred, she tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. Her body would tremble in frustrated agitation. A cold sweat would bathe her body. She concentrated on forcing the lascivious memories from her thoughts. During these times, her sleep was troubled.
Her business required her efforts now. There was no time for pursuing a romantic affair. Business had slowed a little which necessitated Rita making additional improvements.
Aside from the tank of tropical fishes, some canaries, a parakeet, and an occasional puppy or kitten, Rita sold mostly pet supplies and sundries. In order to increase sales, Rita had a small wing added for boarding dogs and cats for some of her clients. She also hired a high school senior, Bud Ross, to take care of dog grooming. He worked from five to seven-thirty during the week and Saturdays.
Bud was nine years her junior. He was an average teen-ager with blonde hair. He was interested in becoming a veternarian. Bud was quiet, polite, and enjoyed grooming the dogs brought to the store. His work was good and it helped to supplement the store's income. While Rita was unable to pay him much, the tips he received helped to compensate for the small pay she gave him.
Rita opened the store at ten every day except Friday and Saturday. Those days, she opened at nine.
It was a Wednesday afternoon when Karl Bollard came in with his two Great Danes. She knew him as a customer. Most of the time, he brought his two dogs into the store. Rita disliked large dogs. They made her nervous. She watched the dogs as they licked their loose jowls with the saliva dripping from the sides of their mouths.
She frowned as their spittle dripped onto the floor. The dogs seemed to sense her hostility. They growled in a low threatening rumble.
"Please, sir!" she said, "Keep your animals under control. They seem a little unfriendly."
He laughed. "Don't worry! They'll behave. For a pet store owner, you don't seem to have a rapport with animals. Animals can smell hostility!"
Her face flushed with irritation. "I don't have any problems with the other dogs that come in here. Besides, I dislike having large animals such as yours salivating all over my floor."
The dogs' growls grew louder and they began to bark.
"Shut up!" Karl ordered. He turned to Rita. "They were annoyed at the way you spoke to me. It's bad enough that you don't like them! They take a dim view of anyone that doesn't treat me nice."
Rita bit her lip, trying to control her temper. She forced a smile. "Good! Then would you be good enough to take your dogs and your business elsewhere. I would appreciate avoiding these unnecessary confrontations."
He kept his ground and stared at her. His eyes swept over her frame in lustful contemplation.
Rita's skin crawled and she shivered. She didn't like the manner in which he looked at her. A small knot of apprehension twisted inside her stomach. She was hoping this matter would resolve itself without any problems.
"It's a shame a good looking head like you isn't married," Karl observed.
Her face turned a faint red. "I think you're going too far, sir!" Annoyance tinged her speech. "I think you better leave now with your dogs before I call the police!"
The dogs began to growl and bark again. He laughed at her frightened reactions.
"If I turned my dogs loose, they'd eat you up before you got a chance to dial the operator," he told her. "You know what your trouble is? You need a good piece of ass!"
She moved towards the phone. Her body shook in anger. "You're getting obscene. Now, get out!" she shouted.
He released the leashes he held. "Hold!" he commanded. The dogs moved forward as though they were attacking. They moved close to Rita, looking up at her, growling and barking.
She screamed in panic. "Stop them, stop them!" she yelled at Karl. The dogs barked louder.
"Down!" he ordered. The dogs lay down, continuing to stare at her. They seemed to be waiting for her to be fed to them. Their eyes were riveted to her.
Rita stood trembling from the harrowing experience. "Please, please! Just take your dogs and leave. I won't even press charges."
He laughed. She detected a cruel malevolence in the tone. A crazy thought ran through her mind. She tried to push it out of her head. This couldn't happen!
"Your name is Rita, isn't it?" he asked. She nodded dumbly. "Tell you what, Rita! I'm going to lock the door and put the closed sign up. That's so no one will disturb us! Then you and I are going to go in the back and have a little fun. How would you like that?" he asked.
She shook her head in quick jerks. "No, no!" she wailed, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch. "Please, please! You can have anything you want! Money, merchandise! I'll even apologize! Whatever you want! Don't do anything to me!" she sobbed.
His laughter made her cringe with fear. She knew she couldn't dissuade him. Karl was locking the door and placing the closed sign up. He turned and came back to her.
"Let's go!" he ordered. "Or I let my dogs play with you!"
She moved into the small backroom. Karl picked up several chain and leather leashes. The dogs remained outside of the curtained off room.
"Take off your clothes!" he told her.
Rita started to cry and plead. "Please, don't do this! You don't know what you're doing! This is wrong, wrong!"
Karl licked his lips. "Listen, baby! There's nothing wrong with fucking you! You got three minutes to get them clothes off or my dogs will help you undress!" he threatened.
She began to undress, crying in hysterical sobs. He watched as she unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it over her head. All she wore underneath the dress was a bra and pantyhose.
Rita reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. The twin white gourds studded with coral swung free. He gazed at the large rounded swells protruding from her chest. What a pair of headlights, he thought! His tongue flicked and licked the lips in anticipation.
Her hands dipped inside the elastic waistband of the pantyhose. She pulled the material down with unintentional deliberateness. Her thought was to delay this humiliating episode. Instead, the slow disrobing was a sensual display.
With the pantyhose removed, Rita placed an arm between her thighs to hide the furrowed dark bush. Her other hand tried to shield the sight of her tits.
"Put those damn hands down!" Karl snarled. "I wanna see what you're hiding!"
She placed her hands at her side. Her face was down cast to avoid looking at him. This act made her ashamed for revealing her naked form to him.
Karl continued to gaze at her body. It was white and pure, ripe and luscious, ready for plucking. Rita had large succulent tits. She had a narrow waist with flared hips and shapely legs. Between her thighs, hidden behind a furry camouflage, was a thrilling erogenous recess.
He grasped a tit and squeezed it. The soft spongy flesh yielded to his squeeze. Rita stiffened at the touch, refusing to mentally submit to this degradation. His lips closed over the large pink areola. She felt his mouth sucking her nipple, his tongue licking the venereal node.
Karl pushed a finger into her cunt, teasing the folds of reddened flesh. In spite of her determination to resist, Rita found his carnal efforts stimulating her.
His probing digit in her cunt stirred up old responses. The walls of her twat began to sweat, oozing out the pre-coital juices. She groaned, half in sexual anguish. Rita tried to hold back the impulse to react to the stimulation. The oral teasing of her tit sent little currents of erotic pulsations through her nervous system.
The combined lascivious tantalizing continued to arouse her. She tried to concentrate on fighting her desire to submit to the licentious stimulation. In an effort to appease her conscience, she reached out and pulled Karl's hand away from her pussy.
"Please, no more! Have pity! It's wrong!" she begged.
"I can see you're going to give me a little trouble! Okay! We'll do it the hard way!" he declared.
Karl took a straight back chair and turned it over on the floor. He ordered Rita to kneel against the chair. With the leashes, he fastened her hands to the upright legs. Several leashes were used to wrap about her body, tying her to the back of the chair. She was helpless now! Kneeling, bound facing the chair, Rita was vulnerable to almost any kind of attack he wanted to inflict upon her.
Karl stepped out of the room for a brief moment. He returned with a rubber ball and forced it between Rita's lips. His handkerchief fastened about it kept it firmly in place.
She twisted her head in frantic jerks trying to dislodge the ball. Her tongue tried to force it out. None of her attempts were successful. Karl's makeshift gag was a good one!
"I like quiet when I work," he explained as he undressed. "You make a lot of noise and cry too much. This way, I can enjoy myself without any disruptions."
Rita made an attempt to answer him but the words were lost in a muffled sound. Why was he doing this to her? She couldn't understand this cruel subjugation. Her only hope was that he wouldn't hurt her too much.
She had given herself freely to a lover and enjoyed the beautiful moment. This was something else! His attack on her was criminal and disgusting.
Karl knelt behind her. His hard stiff prick nestled in the crack of her ass. Her eyes widened in fright at the thought of him fucking her ass. Instead, he reached around her, cupping her tits in his palms and fondling the boobs. He kept rubbing his cock into her ass.
After playing with her tits for several minutes, Karl abandoned them for more erotic diversions. He moved alongside of her. One hand moved into her twat. A finger was inserted into her tight sepia asshole. Her body jerked at the unfamiliar implantation in her rectum.
The exploring digit pressed deep into the recesses of her asshole Inside her quim, a finger frigged the damp flesh. She felt both fingers frigging her holes. The finger in her cunt was tolerable. It was a fleshy spatula stirring up erotic emotions in her loins.
The finger in her ass evoked different sensations.
Karl had failed to use some kind of lubricant. Her anal canal was treated to a rough insertion. She felt the friction of his scraping finger rubbing the tender muscles of her rectal sheath. The sensation bothered her. Yet, Rita detected an undercurrent of voluptuous eroticism in the contact.
Karl shifted to her clitoris. She jerked her hips in reflex action at his touch. He mauled and massaged the tiny piece of rubbery flesh. Her eyes were shut tight, trying to shut out the exciting massage. Thrilling lances stabbed her spine, sending ecstatic slivers into her quim.
Rita sucked her breath in, in a rapturous hiss. She didn't want to believe this manual teasing was arousing her. Her objective was to resist in spite of the erotic arousal. It was a grudging surrender.
When she thought she would succumb, the frigging stopped. Karl removed his fingers. He shifted her hips, positioning himself for a rear entry into her snatch. His fingers parted her damp cunt lips. He guided his cockhead past the sentient labium.
Karl's prick pressed into the vestibule of her vagina. The loss of her virginity did not negate a tightness in her cuntal sphincter. Her twat was tight from lack of use. His cock passed into the constricted confines of her quim.
Rita was aware of the pressure. There was no pain. Only the stress on unused muscles yielding to the penile penetration of her cunt. She shuddered in remembered rapture of the past. How wonderful a cock felt imbedded within the shelter of her vaginal vault! The contact evoked beautiful memories and she surrendered to the lascivious voluptuousness.
The stiff bony flesh moved back and forth in coital thrusts. Rita's tense body relaxed to enjoy the erotic friction of cock scraping cuntal flesh. OH! she sighed in silent appreciation. That cock feels so good! Damn that bastard! Why did he have to rape me? Even Bud Ross would be nice to fuck around with! I bet that kid could give me a good humping! I can't help it! That cock pumping inside of me brings back so many wonderful memories! I love it, I love it!
Karl grabbed her tits, anchoring himself to her body. His prick continued to shuttle in and out of her twat in measured tempo. Rita found herself rocking on her knees, moving her cunt in tandem with his strokes.
Her hips undulated in little rotating movements. She grounded her cunt into his pis toning dick. The sensuous gyrations elicited stronger venereal passions.
This manner of fucking wasn't familiar to Rita. She knew there were many varied positions, including a variation of this one. At this stage, it didn't matter which way they did it! Her pelvis twisted and writhed in lustful play.
Karl received her silent message. He moved his cock faster, ramming it into her snatch with deeper thrusts. The walls of her cunt felt the strong penile pounding. She caught the sound of his rasping grunts from his exerted efforts. Her increased coital cadence matched his.
A strange exhilaration filled Rita. Being fucked excited her! Her pulse rate increased and her breathing grew more rapid. There was a faint churning in the pit of her stomach, spreading down to her snatch. She had known this violent throb in the past. It wasn't as powerful now but it was present.
Rita wanted to cry out in passionate response. The gag in her mouth prevented any outcry. Her jaw muscles were aching from the imposed strain.
While she couldn't give vocal approval of Karl's work, there was enough movement in her hips. Rita's physical demonstration of her aroused erotic state wasn't missed by him. He continued to drive his hard-on into her sweating quim.
His prick made a final stab, impaling her pussy on his fleshy sword. The stong penile contractions sent his hot come spurting into her cuntal foundation. Thick dollops of the glutinous fluid spattered on the vaginal walls. Each spurt striking her cuntal flesh sent thrilling shivers up her spine.
He pulled his cock out. She knew his hard-on had lost its rigidity. Her sensitive twat detected the shrinking phenomenon that accompanied the completed male orgasm. Some of his come dribbled out of her damp twat.
"That was real good, wasn't it?" he asked.-"I bet you loved having a cock in you! Boy, you have a tight cunt! I know you ain't cherry but it sure feels like it! Betcha haven't tasted cock in a long time!"
Rita mumbled a reply through the gag. The muffled sounds couldn't be understood.
"You liked it, huh? You want more, huh?" Karl made up his own interpretation.
He tilted the chair from its inverted position to on its edge. The back was parallel to the floor now, resting on its edge and two legs. This brought Rita from a kneeling position to a crouch.
Karl ran his hand over the soft curved flesh of her buttocks. "That's a nice ass you have, Rita! I'll bet it's just as tight ?s your cunt! Well, we'll get around to finding out. Not today, though, so relax!"
His remarks caused her consternation. She didn't mind being fucked in the cunt, but the ass! The thought alone sent shivers of dread through her.
Having her ass fondled wasn't bad. Although, she wished he would leave her!
He continued his one-sided conversation with her. "You and me are gonna have a lotta good times together. But I don't want to keep threatening you with my dogs! I want you to lay down and spread those legs open when I tell you to! Understand?"
She bobbed her head in frantic agreement. "Good!" he replied. "And just to show you I mean business...!"
His sentence was finished with a hard slap on the bared flesh of her asscheeks. SMACKK! Rita heard and felt the force of the blow. She rocked on the precariously balanced chair. Karl caught the chair to hold it steady.
Her buttocks stung from the force of the slap. She couldn't recall ever being spanked. There was no mistaking the accompanying pain. The chords in her neck stood out in strained relief as she cried out. Wild sounds came through her gag.
SMACKK! He struck her again, harder. Rita thought her ass was on fire! A thousand burning needles seemed to be pricking her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Oh, Jesus, this man is an animal! she thought. He's a sadistic bastard! He's going to kill me!
He only struck her twice and stopped. "That's just a sample of what you can expect if you don't do as I tell you," Karl warned. "Hey! That ass of yours has a nice healthy color now! You got rosy cheeks! Too bad it's September and not December! Ha-Ha!" There was cruelty in the sound of his laughter.
His face moved close to hers. She stared into his large florid face with its small piercing eyes.
"I'm going to remove the gag on two conditions," he offered. "The first one is that you don't scream! The second condition is that you will do whatever I tell you. Otherwise, I'm going to leave you like this and walk out of here. Do you agree to do what I told you?"
Rita's head bobbed in spirited animation. Anything was better than having a horrible gag in the mouth! The chair was proving to be uncomfortable. She was ready to endure any kind of further degradation to secure her release from the unpleasant position she was in.
He removed the gag. "Will you untie me, please?" she asked. Her mouth felt dry.
Karl unfastened the leashes tied about her arms and body. He helped her up from the chair. "Are you finished with me?" she asked. She tried to sound indifferent. There was a trace of impatience in her voice.
"Not yet!" he replies. "Get down on your knees in front of me!" he ordered.
She wondered what other indignities he had planned for her. He held his flaccid dick by the root and shook it at her.
"Suck me off!" he demanded.
Kneeling in front of him, Rita was startled by his command. The thought of sucking a man's penis, or even a boy's penis, was nauseating. A cock, to her, had three uses. To urinate with, to procreate, and for pleasure in straight fucking or self-abuse. She abhorred the idea of cocksucking.
Putting a prick in her mouth repulsed her. Yet, Karl stood glaring down at her, demanding satisfaction.
"I ... I ... don't know how ... how to suck a cock off!" she pleaded ignorance. Perhaps he would defer the act! It was a desperate excuse in an attempt to gain release from the act.
"It looks like you and I are going to have a lot of fun doing these things together," he answered. "Yeh, I guess you never gave head! Well, let's say I'm going to give you a little taste of what it's like!" He paused and guffawed. "Hey, that's a funny line! I'm gonna give you a little taste of what cocksucking is like! Ha-Ha!"
Rita managed a slight grimace. It wasn't bad enough to be raped and subjected to these sexual indignities; her tormentor had to indulge in corny gag lines. What made it worse was he thought it was funny and expected her to laugh!
"What ... what do I have to do?" Rita asked, knowing his cock would be in her mouth soon.
"Just for now, hold my prick near the balls and stick it in your mouth and lick on it like it was a licorice stick!" he instructed her.
Her face screwed up in a grimace of revulsion. She held his cock at the base of the shaft. The head of his prick peeled out from the cowl of his foreskin. While she held his dick in her hand, the semi-flaccid flesh grew into a hard stiff shaft.
The residue of their mutual come had dried on his cock. Rita shuddered as she brought the hard-on to her lips and absorbed it. She was surprised that there wasn't any unpleasant taste.
The absorbed cock remained in the warm comfort of her oral cavity. Her tongue brushed along the shaft in strong licking strokes. The velvety oral spatula swept over the bullet-nosed cockhead.
"Keep licking like that! That's not bad for a dame that's never sucked cock!" Karl told her.
She was hoping he wouldn't come while she was licking his dick. During her college days, Rita heard a few girls discussing their experience with cocksucking. None of the girls liked it. They all made negative comments about it. The sudden ejaculation of come made them gag and choke.
"Okay, that's enough!" Karl stopped her ordeal. "You can finish the job by jerking me off!"
Rita was thankful for the respite. She curled her fingers about the rock hard shaft, slick with her saliva. Her fist slid up and down along his cock. The heat from his hot flesh warmed her palm along with the friction of her pistoning hand. Jerking Karl off brought back memories of her college days when she fondled her lover's prick.
Karl humped his hips as he fucked her fist. Any moment, she expected his sperm to come shooting out.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he announced. "Quick! Catch my come in your hands!" he urged in a frantic command.
She capped his cockhead with a palm. The paroxysms began and the sticky white jism filled her hand. Her palm felt the throbbing release of his come. First, the strong pulsations followed by the gradual lessening of the emissions.
Rita drew her hand away and studied the small pool of white viscous fluid.
"Taste it!" Karl ordered.
She shuddered at the command, her face twisted by revulsion at the sight. He reached down and pushed her hand against her mouth. "Lick it up!" he demanded.
Rita had no other choice. Her tongue flicked out and lapped at the come. She didn't expect to find the creamy liquid palatable. It tasted like sweetened bleach with the consistency of a bisque. Rita managed to ingest all of his come. He watched her with a big grin on his face.
"See! I told you it wasn't bad! Now you keep that cunt of yours under wraps. I'll be back to give it another workout," he told her. "Look how nice we got along! All it takes is a little co-operation. So long for now!"
He dressed and left her naked, still kneeling on the floor. She heard him call to his dogs and leave the shop.
"Dirty bastard!" she swore. "I'll see you in hell before I let you touch me again!"
She felt dirty and defiled. During her sexual abuse, Rita didn't realize the possible consequences of the act. It dawned upon her that Karl may have impregnated her. The last thing she wanted was to become pregnant.
Glancing at her watch, Rita saw it was a little past three. Time enough to go home and take a quick bath and a douche. Bud Ross wouldn't show up until five-thirty.
Rita dressed in a hurry. Leaving off her bra and pantyhose, she slipped into the dress. She rushed out of the store, locked up, and drove home.
While a hot tub ran, Rita douched herself, hoping her efforts would prevent pregnancy. Her mother queried her about her early return. Rita lied claiming an inadvertent accident at the store, a spill of some toxic fluid on her body. She took great pains in washing herself to remove the vile filth. Karl had contaminated her and she wanted to remove all vestiges of it.
Towelling herself dry, Rita looked at her watch. There was still time to get back to the store before Bud showed up. At the store, she would call the police and file a complaint against her attacker. She didn't want it to happen again. That sonovabitch was so smug about it! He promised he would be back to do it again!
Not if she could help it! She'd fix his ass! Once he was arrested and tried, he wouldn't be bothering anyone again. She was going to enjoy swearing out a complaint. Most women were reluctant to press rape charges. Rita wasn't too happy about it either but this Karl Bollard had to be put in his place. He couldn't go around intimidating women with his dogs.
That was another reason she wanted to press charges. She didn't like his damned dogs!
CHAPTER TWO
Rita had enough time to stop at the police station before re-opening the store. The sex education she received at Bollard's hands was minimal by comparison to the enlightenment obtained at the police station.
The detective who took her description was polite, almost to the point of being patronizing. His questions were very personal. Several times, Rita lost her temper. It seemed as though the victim was the criminal. Some of the questions sounded as though Bollard had been enticed and that Rita was a wanton slut.
by the time she was finished, Rita found out there was nothing that could be done to Bollard. There were no witnesses! Rita delayed in making a complaint! She removed evidence of penetration by douching! The detective cited a list of reasons why her case was a hopeless one. She was ready to swear the detective leered at her during her recital of the intimate details. More than likely, she would be accused of being paranoid for such an accusation!
She left the station, infuriated by a seeming indifference to her complaint. The fact Karl Bollard could get away with her rape angered her. Rita contemplated getting a spray bomb of mace. A few squirts at his awesome dogs would immobilize them. After that, she could take on Karl!
It seemed so simple! Thinking about it made her shake in angry agitation. Nervous tension built up inside of her. At the store, she had difficulty in unlocking the door.
Bud Ross showed up and received a surly welcome. Discerning his employer's frame of mind, he tried to avoid her as much as possible.
At closing time, Rita realized her ill treatment of her young assistant. She made a mental note to apologize to him the following day.
Rita opened the store Thursday morning with some trepidation. She expected Karl to return and rape her again. Her fears were unfounded. He didn't show up that day or for several days later. She attributed this to possible fear of being arrested. Rita hoped she had seen the last of him.
On Tuesday afternoon, the following week, Karl made his appearance with his two dogs. As soon as she saw them enter, she reached for the phone.
"Forget it, Rita! My dogs will tear you apart before you dial operator!" he advised her. "Hold!" he ordered, releasing the dogs. They bounded forward, barking and growling. Rita hung up the receiver.
"Call them off, call them off!" she begged him in a rising hysterical voice.
"Back!" he commanded and the dogs returned to him. Karl locked the door and placed the closed sign up.
"Shall we adjourn to the back room, Rita?" he invited. "I want to get something straight between us! Do you get it? Something straight between us! Like my hard-on!"
She moved into the back room and began to undress. Rita anticipated his demand. He was right behind her, removing his clothes.
"Got any vaseline here?" he asked.
"In the bathroom," she answered.
Rita didn't have to ask him what he wanted with the lubricant. This time he was going to violate her virgin asshole. She trembled, contemplating the impending attack.
"Please, don't do it, Mr. Bollard!" she pleaded.
A lewd leer split his lips. "Do what, Rita?"
"You know! What you're going to do with the vaseline!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" he answered. "Tell me exactly what you don't want me to do!"
She detested this obscene man. He was degrading her further by making her refer to his humiliating acts.
"Don't ... don't do anything to my ... my rectum!" she replied.
"You mean you don't want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked. She nodded. "Then say it!" he ordered.
It was pointless to argue with him. Rita didn't want to repeat the disgusting words. She knew he wasn't going to drop the matter until she told him what he wanted to hear. Her repeating the words acted as some kind of an aphrodisiac for him.
"Please, don't ... f-fuck my ... my ... ass!" she said in a halting voice.
"See! That didn't hurt saying it! It won't hurt you when I do it either!" he said. "Turn around and bend over!"
Rita obeyed him, aware there was little else to do at this moment. He pushed a rough finger into her asshole. It had a heavy coat of vaseline on it. The lubricant helped to ease the digital penetration. His tactile probing wasn't too uncomfortable. There was a certain soothing erotic quality to the anal massage.
He removed his finger. Rita's body tensed, anticipating the digital replacement.
His cockhead fitted to her greased sphincter. The velvety nose of his fleshy torpedo sank into her anal canal. The stiff fleshy shaft penetrated past the reluctantly yielding anal lips.
She opened her mouth, emitting a low groan of anguish. There wasn't much pain to the violation of her asshole. Her reaction was for the pressure on the anal muscles. The spincter had the elasticity to accept the thick insertion. It was the stretching of the sphincter that caused Rita to cry out.
Karl's prick pushed its way deep into her ass. The unfamiliar impaction was uncomfortable. "Take it out, take it out!" anxiety tinged her urgent request. "I have to move my bowels!"
He laughed. "Don't worry, you won't. It's just a temporary feeling. Once you get used to my cock in your ass, it will go away!"
You're a fucken animal! she swore a silent curse. Rita berated herself for using such language. She was no better than he for using such words.
Karl pressed his groin into the pads of her ass. The stiff wiry pubic hairs scraped her tender ass flesh. He grasped her hips and pulled her buttocks closer to him. His bony cock pressed into the recesses of her hole.
He wriggled his hips, moving his prick inside the tight confines of her rectum. The sensitive rectal muscles were treated to mild erogenous pressures. She found the sensation of moving her bowels had disappeared.
Karl started to shuttle his cock back and forth. He used a slow steady rhythm, moving his prick out in a partial withdrawal. Then sending it back with a quick hard shove. Back and forth he moved at the same steady pace.
Rita remained motionless like a docile cow being milked. She felt no erotic response to his sexual assault. For a brief moment during their initial meeting, there was some lascivious arousal. Being raped repulsed her and the attack on her ass heightened her dislike for the act.
Her appeal to the police resulted in a gloomy picture. She was ready to reconcile herself to a situation of constant intimidation by Bollard.
He continued to fuck her ass, maintaining a rhythmic coital cadence. His prick slithered back and forth. Her ass felt the friction of his scraping shaft. Karl's balls patted the inside of her thigh in gentle slaps. Rita was praying for him to shoot his load with the hope this would end today's ordeal.
She was aware of the increased tempo as Karl pistoned his cock. He was moving faster. Rasping grunts of exertion rumbled from his throat. Any moment, he would come! Her prayers were answered.
Karl made a final thrust in an attempt to bury his prick deeper into her asshole. His cock spasmed, sending jets of hot jism into her anal canal. He drew her buttocks closer to his groin in a tight weld. She felt his body tremble in lascivious convulsions as his orgasm emptied into her rectal sheath.
A sigh of ecstatic bliss from his hips. His cock remained imbedded in her ass as the final spasms died down. He removed his shrinking prick. It came out with a soft moist popping sound.
"Mmmmm!" he murmured in approval. "You have a nice tight asshole. That was a good fuck!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Rita remarked drily. "Are you finished for the day?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you wanted to get rid of me!" Karl replied. "In fact, I get the impression you haven't been enjoying yourself. So, I'm going to make sure you enjoy yourself. Lay down on the floor!" he ordered.
She had sacked him off the first time. Now, her ass had been violated! Rita couldn't think of any other degrading acts.
He removed an object from a jacket pocket. Rita was unable to see the object he had. Karl straddled her hips, resting his ass on her stomach, his back to her. She was thankful he wasn't exerting his full weight upon her stomach.
"You're gonna get a big charge out of this!" he announced. "Ha-ha! It's gonna really shock you!"
She frowned at a probable gag of his. His back to her afforded Rita the opportunity to make faces at him without being seen.
He parted the lips of her cunt and inserted some kind of a phallic object. It was round and smooth, almost as thick as a real cock and about six or seven inches long. His broad back prevented her from seeing what he was doing.
Suddenly, a low humming sound filled the air. Inside the walls of her cunt, the gadget sprung into tantilizing animation.
Rita reasoned Karl had used some kind of vibrator on her. She felt the tingling vibrations digging into her cuntal flesh. The sensation was similar to the one she experienced whenever her foot or arm fell asleep. A thousand needles kept up a drilling tattoo. The prickling needles stimulated every nerve fiber in her body.
Goose bumps covered her flesh as her nervous system responded to this lascivious stimulation. This was the first time in her encounters with Karl that Rita found herself unable to restrain her emotions.
"Ohhh!" she murmured it aroused passion.
. Ohhherrr!"
"You like, huh?" Karl observed. "Live, honey, live!"
He began to rotate the phallus inside her cunt, twisting it in a slow grinding motion.
Rita squirmed her ass against the floor. She tried to push her cunt tighter against the erotic instrument.
Her pelvis shifted in simulated coital moves. The gadget in her twat was a tantilizing cock. She never experienced such deep voluptuous sensations. It was sweet agonizing torture and she loved it! In spite of the circumstances, she found it difficult to hold back her emotions.
His fingers fumbled in the folds of her venereal cowl. He captured her clitoris at the apex of the slit. Teasing fingers rubbed and mauled the tiny piece of sensitive flesh.
"Ohhh!" she groaned in rapturous bliss.
Karl pressed the tingling vibrator deeper into the folds of her quim. The erotic tingles flooded her pussy. In the restricted vaginal cavern, the vibrations had no out'et for release. The pulsating vibrations built up and diffused itself throughout her body.
Her body jerked and twitched in a delirium of passion.
"I love it, I love it!" she confessed in ecstatic gasps. "Oh, more, more!"
Rita clitoris continued to be mauled in a sensuous massage.
A soft hiss escaped her lips as she sucked in her breath at the exquisite erogenous sensation. "Hssss!" she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, savoring the piquant lascivious rapture.
Her pelvis shifted in a series of sinuous writhing and gyrations. She wanted this exquisite torture to stop. Yet, the voluptuous piquancy was too delicious to surrender. Low moans of ecstasy continued to pour from her lips.
A throbbing began in her loins. It expanded like an inflated balloon. She could feel the orgasm building up. Something she hadn't experienced for a long time. With explosive fury, the peak of the climax burst within her. Like a series of detonations, wave after wave of orgasms exploded. A tidal wave of come flushed into her vaginal throat.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced in an unashamed declaration. "Oh, this is crazy! It's pouring out of me like it won't stop! Oh, Oh! No more, no more!" she pleaded.
Her pelvis moved in frantic thrusts. She was seized in the throes of a violent orgasmic convulsion. Rita never conceived such erotic rapture could be achieved.
She was unabashed by her vocal and physical wanton demonstration. Rita was unconcerned about Karl's impressions about her display of ecstatic joy.
He removed the vibrator from her flooded cunt. Some of the come trickled out.
"You're a real hot bitch!" he told her. "A few more sessions and you'll be begging me to fuck you instead of me forcing you."
The heat of passion died down in her. Rita returned to a normal state. She realized her exhibition gave Karl the wrong impression. It proved she was a normal woman, capable of enjoying sexual pleasures. It didn't prove she enjoyed doing it with him!
"Well, say something!" he insisted.
"Why don't you go away and leave me alone!" she retorted.
"That's no way to talk!" he snapped. "You need a little more seasoning. I think you ought to suck me off again!"
He turned around and crouched over her, his aroused prick pointing at her face. She stared at the repugnant cock. It glistened from a mixture of vaseline, his come, and some fecal matter. Looking at it made her want to retch.
"How about cleaning off your penis before I take it into my mouth?" she asked. "If you don't want to bother, at least let me do it!"
"I think you want an excuse to play with my cock!" Karl answered. "If it's going to make you happy, go ahead!"
He stood up and followed her into the small bathroom. She took a washrag and soaked it. Reaching for his prick, she held it in one hand, rubbing the cloth over his hard-on with the other. Satisfied with the brief ablution, she knelt in front of him.
"Do you mind if I suck you off this way?" she asked. Rita wasn't too happy with the previous position. She had visions of Karl jamming his thick prick down her throat and choking her.
"Baby, I don't care if you suck me off standing on your head! Just so long as you do a good job!" he replied.
Her hand curled about the base of his stiff shaft. Guiding his prick to her hand, Rita passed it through her lips and closed down on it. She moved the hardened flesh in and out of her mouth in simulated coital movements. Her lips rolled back and forth over his hot meat.
She kept her rubbery lips compressed over his cock. Rita licked the shaft and crown of his dick. Her tongue brushed over it in strong tantilizing sweeps.
"You're improving, baby!" Karl praised her.
"You have a long way to go to be a good cocksucker! But you're improving! Keep sucking, baby!"
She continued the pumping of his prick into her mouth.
"Mmmmn!!" he murmured in approval. "Just a little bit more. I'm gonna come!"
He rocked his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth in strong fucking pumps. Rita was unprepared for the spray of come that gushed into her mouth. The geysering jism struck the roof of her palate. She started to gag and cough. Her eyes teared as she rushed to the toilet bowl to spit out the residue of his come.
Karl guffawed at the way she reacted. "Like I said, baby, you need more practice! If you knew what you were doing, you could swallow that come without any problem!"
He moved into the other room to dress. She rinsed out her mouth to recover from the gagging and choking. Karl was dressed when she started to put her clothes on.
"One of these days, you have to come over to my house where we can be more comfortable," he suggested. "I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure you are too! Well, thanks for the entertainment. See you around!"
He whistled for his dogs and they left the store.
Rita debated about calling the police. Would they do anything this time? She doubted it! There were still no witnesses! Karl could claim she didn't resist, disclaiming any coercion on his part. After her initial session with the detective, Rita decided a second complaint following the first would invite dubious speculation.
The situation was deteriorating. Something had to be done! One of the first things was to get a prescription for contraceptive pills. Karl was going to fuck her cunt again in the future! She was lucky the first time! The next time might result in an unwanted predicament.
Pittsburgh was only twenty miles from Thaxton. She could drive to a doctor there for a prescription. Rita wanted to avoid anyone knowing about the pills. Buying them at a local drugstore would cause some raised eyebrows. It wouldn't look good either if she decided to persist in pressing rape charges against Karl.
In light of the unhealthy situation with Karl, Rita wanted to get away to think.
She detested thi-lecherous bastard who subjected her to carnal indignities. However, there was one brief moment where he had awakened a dormant passion. A slumbering libidinous inclination that had found sexual release! That moment was an ecstatic one! Rita wanted to relive it again but not with him.
The whole thing was crazy! For years, she was a celibate. Karl came into her life and stirred her up. She found herself confused by the conflicting sentiments. She hated Karl and his disgusting lust. Yet, Rita wanted to experience again the exquisite erotic ecstasy of an orgasm.
A few hours away from the store was in order. She had to get away to collect her thoughts. The trip to Pittsburgh was the right peremption. Once the problem with the pills was concluded, Rita could concentrate on the other aspects of this frustrating situation.
When Bud came into the store, Rita left him in charge. She told him she would back in time to close up. Ten minutes later, she was on her way to Pittsburgh.
CHAPTER THREE
The trip to Pittsburgh was a successful one. Rita found a doctor and obtained a prescription for the pills. She located a shop that sold erotic gadgets and books. A leering clerk sold her a vibrator shaped in the replica of a prick. Other purchases included a standard hand vibrator and several sex books, fiction and non-fiction.
She found the few hours away from the store helped to relax her. There was no pressure from worries about the business. The unhurried hours helped her to think about the situation with Karl and her own sex life. Rita found she gained new perspectives. That was important to her mental well-being. This was a rare moment for her, getting away from the store and her mother.
Rita couldn't remember the last time she had occasion to indulge herself this way. There was even time for a leisurely Chinese meal. She began to discover how to live again!
She returned to Thaxton a few minutes before seven-thirty. Bud Ross had a worried look on his face when she entered the store. His face brightened at the sight of her.
"You sure had me worried, Miss Miller. I didn't know whether you'd be back on time. I don't have the keys to close up!" he said.
Rita smiled back at him. "I'm glad to see someone else worrying besides me. How was business tonight?"
"Quiet like most weekday nights. I did one clipping job and Mrs. Travis brought in her french poodle for us to board for three days," he answered. "Guess we'll close up soon, huh?"
She nodded. "You can go home, Bud. Thanks for taking care of things while I was away."
After he left, Rita checked around the store. Checked the two dogs boarded with her and closed the store. She went home with her purchases, hiding the two vibrators in a dresser drawer.
Most nights, Rita watched T.V. with her mother. She pleaded an excuse of some special work and retired to her room. Opening one of the books, Rita became engrossed in its contents. A strange thing occurred as she read the book. The walls of her cunt started to sweat. Rita found herself erotically aroused.
The phenomenon surprised her. Not that she thought herself capable of experiencing such emotions! Rita didn't expect the reading of salacious material could arouse her in such a way.
She started to fantasize. Visions of different men having sex with her filled her mind. The men were faceless individuals, mere blurs. One face came into sharp focus. It was Bud Ross! Rita gasped, startled by this erotic revelation. This whole situation was getting crazy again!
It was preposterous! Consorting with a boy nine years her junior! She shook her head trying to shake the wild thought from her mind. The more she tried, the more the idea remained. Rita put the book away. Reading it aroused purient thoughts and incited her passion.
Her attempt to sleep was a fitful troubled one. She fell asleep after an hour of tossing and turning. When she awoke in the morning, the persistent thought was still with her. Have an affair with Bud!
There were a number of negative factors. Aside from the personal ones involving Bud and herself, the store was hardly conducive to a seduction. For a rape, yes! But it didn't have the right atmosphere for a love affair.
Rita dismissed the thought of inviting Bud to her house. Her mother offered no problem but the idea of bringing him to the house disturbed her.
She didn't want to drive to a motel. That lent sordidness to the affair! Going to his house was an obvious no-no! The choice of assignation came full cycle. Rita was left with the store!
In reconsidering the selection of the store to seduce Bud, Rita decided it wasn't bad. All that was needed was some comfort, like a bed or couch!
She rejected the acquisition of a bed or Couch. Having it delivered to the store would invite speculation. The kind of speculation that destroyed reputations.
Her face lit up with the solution. Purchasing an air mattress was innocent enough. It could be used on a camping trip or in the home for extra guests. It could also be inflated and used in the back room of her store. The air mattress was not a bed but it was just as comfortable. Rita stopped in at a sporting goods store on her way to work. That resolved one problem!
All day long, Rita checked her watch with anxious glances. The nervous wait made her fidgety. During her college years, Rita smoked. She gave it up when her father died. The anticipation of seducing Bud caused her to buy a package of cigarettes.
She had no idea of how to approach the youth. This entire idea was crazy! What if he turned her down or laughed at her. What would her next step be? Should she fire him or would he quit? Rita was ready to drop the whole project. But the appearance of Bud added to her determination to try and seduce him.
She returned his cheerful greeting. He began his chores by sweeping the store. Rita occupied herself with coveted glances at his crotch. Speculation about the size of his cock, the taste, the sight filled her thoughts. She wondered whether he was a virgin or an accomplished cocksman! The longer she stared at his crotch, the more eager she became to By seven, Rita decided to close early. There was little business for the evening. She doubted whether there would be any more customers.
She lit up a cigarette and gave a nervous cough. "Bud! Are you in a hurry to go home tonight?"
Rita felt the blood throbbing in her temple. She pressed her fingers into the veins of her head.
"Naw! I'm in no hurry!" he looked at her. "Are you all right, Miss Miller?" Concern etched his query.
Her mouth was dry from the incessant smoking. It felt stuffed with cotton. She also attributed the dryness to the sensual arousal that flowed through her blood. Her cunt started to itch. Rita was ready to leap at him and tear his clothes off. The taste of his cock was so close!
A sudden thought came to her. She was spared the embarrassment of making sexual overtures. Subterfuge was her helpmate!
"No! I'm not feeling well!" she lied.
A worried look crowded his face. "Gee, you want me to drive you home or call a doctor?"
"No, thanks just the same! It will pass! I need to rest a little," she answered. "Shut the store lights off and lock the door. Help me into the back and let me lie down for awhile. Will you stay with me until this passes?"
"Sure, sure!" he replied. "Have you ever had this before?"
"Oh, yes!" Rita became very dramatic, pretending illness. "It goes away after awhile but I need to rest for about half an hour. You're sure this won't foul up your plans?"
"Don't worry, Miss Miller. I'll call up home and tell them I'll be a little late getting home," he offered.
"Do me a favor, Bud! When you call home, don't mention my illness. Just make up some excuse!" she suggested.
He nodded and helped her into the back room. Bud was surprised at the presence of an air mattress. Rita stretched out on the mattress. She pretended a groan of suffering.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Bud asked in an uneasy voice.
"Don't worry, it's not that bad!" she assured him. "Do me a favor! Be a good fellow and rub my stomach!"
The back room light was off. Rita didn't want to attract any attention from the outside. Having a light on in the back room with the front of the store darkened might invite investigation.
She heard him moving in the darkness towards her. He knelt on the mattress. Rita felt him shifting close to her.
"Where should I massage you?" he asked, his voice was husky and trembled a little.
"Here's my hand!" she offered. "Take it and I'll guide you to the spot!"
The excitement grew inside of her. Her pulse and respiration increased. Moisture was seeping from her cuntal walls. She sensed the excitement in Bud, betrayed by his voice. Her body trembled as the infectious turbulence gripped her. Rita concentrated on restraint. Everything was working out right. Hurrying the act might destroy the effect.
Rita had raised her dress and lowered her pantyhose. Bud was unaware of this condition. Vision was zero in the dark.
His hand was guided to her bare stomach. She placed it on her lower abdomen. Rita held onto his hand as he started to jerk his hand away in startled surprise.
"You're ... you're naked!" he exclaimed.
"No, no! "she crooned in a low soothing voice. "All I did was expose my stomach so you can massage it better. Honest! I'm not naked!" she assured him. "Besides, even if I was, you can't see me!"
Her hand still held his. She moved it back and forth over her stomach. His palm was warm and moist as it swept over her flesh in gentle caresses. Rita released her hold as he continued to rub her stomach.
A soft groan rolled from her lips.
"Are you all right, Miss Miller?" Bud questioned her in anxious concern.
"Yes ... yes!" she gasped. "Keep rubbing. Oooo! That feels good! You don't know how much your massage is helping! Just move your hand a little lower!"
His hand shifted and brushed across her pubic bush. He drew his hand away in a quick jerk. "Sorry!" he apologized in a hoarse whisper.
"There's nothing wrong!" Rita assured him in anxious response. "Don't stop! You didn't do anything wrong!"
She reached out in the dark to catch his hand. In her wild groping, her hand brushed his crotch. An electric current surged through her arm and illuminated her snatch. The heat permeated her cunt.
Her light contact apprised her of a hard bulge between his legs. Rita couldn't restrain herself. She clutched at his cock in a gentle grip. She reached out for him with her other hand to draw her to him.
"Oh, Bud! I need you!" she moaned. "Please, please don't be frightened. Let me feel your cock! Do anything you want to me! Just let me feel your wonderful body!"
Her searching arm found him and she pulled him to her. He was caught off balance. He fell across her body. A low groan of rapture rolled from her throat. She released her hold on his crotch and sought to bring his face to hers.
Rita found his mouth and pressed her hungry lips to his. Bud responded to her kisses. His hand slipped into the vee of her hairy crotch. A soft hiss escaped her lips as a thrilling lance of excitement stabbed the length of her spine. Eager fingers explored the erotic mysteries of her twat. She loved the erogenous tactile contact.
Bud's tongue snaked its way into her waiting mouth. Rita treated his oral emissary to rapacious sucks. Their tongues entwined in a lingual embrace and moved in an oral dance.
Her trembling hands searched for the fly on his pants. Opening the zipper, she inserted her hand past the gap in his pants. She felt the heavy bulge confined by the cotton jockey shorts. A tremor swept through Rita as she fumbled to free his hard-on.
Her fingers closed over the freed hot vibrant flesh. She made a tactile search, examining the full hardness of his lovely prick.
"Oh, oh!" she moaned through their welded lips.
Bud's clumsy fingers loosened her bra, freeing the large rounded tits. He fastened his lips to the tip and sucked on the stiffening nipple.
"Ahherrr!" Rita groaned in ecstatic approval. "Oh, that's good! Oh, Bud!" she moaned. "Fuck me, suck me! Do anything you want to me! I love it, I love it!"
Her tit was charged with electricity. Tantilizing current flowed into her oozing snatch. She felt the voluptuous erogenous pulsations filtering into every pore.
He released his oral hold on her tit. His body shifted along her frame. She held her breath in anticipation of his intentions. Rita didn't have time to remove her pantyhose completely. There was enough space for him to work on her without interference.
Rita shuddered in ecstatic rapture when his lips touched her damp twat. His tongue dipped into the moist fields of reddish-pink flesh. She arched her back, pressing her crotch closer to his probing tongue. He slipped his hand underneath her ass and fondled the fleshy buttocks.
An exploring finger moved into her puckered hole. Bud started a slow frig of her ass.
"Mmmmmml" she murmured in rapturous bliss. "Ooooo!" she cooed, "That's lovely! Oh, you suck so good, Bud! More, more! I love it, I love it!"
His teasing tongue continued to lave the fleshy crease in her crotch. She felt his nose nuzzling her clitoris.
"Eat my clitty!" she urged him in a hoarse whimper.
He switched from her hairy vulva to the node of her clitoris. She felt a throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive by his lips and tongue. His tantilizing oral efforts evoked voluptuous shivers in her. The exciting ripples rolled down her spine and emptied into her cunt.
It was perversely thrilling! The vibrator Karl used on her had induced exquisite moments but never like this! This piquancy was a natural one brought on without the use of artificial means.
His lips pursued in snug grip over her clitoris, stretching it. He drew it taut like a fiddle string. Bud's tongue strummed across the venereal papule in quick strokes. She felt the sensual vibrations throbbing in the small sensitive turgid flesh.
Rita's breathing became labored. Her tits shook as her chest heaved in and out in passionate response. She fumbled in the dark to find his head, pressing it deeper to her snatch.
There was a desperate urgency in her whispered plea. "Oh, suck me good! More, more! Oh, that's good! I love it, I love it! Just a little bit more! I'm going to come! Keep sucking! Just . ... a....more! I'm going to come! Keep sucking! Just ... a ... little ... bit ... more!"
She bounced her ass on the air mattress. Her hips wriggled in violent agitation. She was trying to shake loose the tenacious orgasm gripping her sex organs.
With a frenzied thrust, she shook loose the incendiary climactic explosion. It burst into flames, filling her cunt with a rapturous conflagration.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Her excited announcement was a triumphant squeal. "Drink my lovely come juice! Oh, Oh! I'm shooting like crazy! All that come is pouring out of me!" her body trembled in ere tic ecstasy.
Bud's mouth shifted to her spigot-less faucet. His tongue probed as deep as it could to drain out her cuntal ambrosia. His oral efforts provoked new tremors of lascivious joy.
Rita cried out in ecstatic abandon. "I can't stop coming! It's still coming. I ... never ... came ... like ... this ... before!" Her confession was punctuated by the violent convulsions as she pumped her pelvis in frantic thrusts.
Bud continued to frig her ass in short rapid strokes. She made one final heave, pressing his face closer to her gushing twat. An anguished roar of ecstatic approval tore from his throat. "AHHRRRGRRrrrrl"
It was as explosive as the violent thrust of her body. The sound diminished as her shaking frame sank back, spent from the erotic drain on her nervous system.
Rita exhaled a low satisfied moan. "Oh, that was beautiful! No one has ever thrilled me like that! Ohhh!" the exclamation quivered in her throat. "You must let me do something for you."
Her hand moved about in the dark trying to locate his prick. She found it and curled her eager fingers about it. It was still hard. Rita moved her hand along the shaft in lambent strokes.
"No, no!" his voice was an urgent protest. "Stop playing! Ohhh!" a disappointed groan rose from his lips.
His prick spasmed in her hand. She understood his disappointment at the premature ejaculation. Rita sympathized with him at the sudden orgasm.
"I'm sorry, Bud!" she apologized. "It was my fault! I was so anxious to have your lovely cock!
Let me make it up to you! Move closer to me!"
The mattress wobbled as Bud moved closer. She searched for his cock and found it. His hard-on was gone replaced by a soft mass of flesh. A residue of his come covered the cockhead. Rita rubbed it into her palm, enjoying the feel of the sticky fluid.
In spite of her limited and repugnant experience sucking a cock, Rita was determined to satisfy her young lover. Her lips parted to accept the flaccid flesh. She captured his balls in a palm and fondled the twin agates.
The dormant cock stretched and grew hard in her oral grip. His prick was healthy again. She removed the bony shaft from her mouth. Sliding her tongue along the underside of the rigid shaft, she reached his balls.
Her tongue rolled over the wrinkled fleshy sac. The oral contact evoked a new licentious feeling for her. She lavished moist affection on his nuts. His balls were bathed in a gentle wash of her saliva. Rita thrilled at this experience. She was sucking off a man of her own free will and loving every moment of it.
Rita sheathed her teeth with her lips. She nibbled on his balls with soft nips. Bud uttered a low moan of ecstatic approval.
Her tongue swept upward back to the corona of his shaft. She absorbed his cock again, tantilizing it with her moist velvety tongue. Her lips rubbed back and forth over his prick, teasing the flesh in an oral fuck. Rita kept her tongue brushing over his vibrant penile flesh.
"Mmmmm!" he murmured. "That's good! I like the way you suck cock!" he told her.
Rita smiled to herself. She attributed his praise to inexperience. Her oral technique was still primitive but she enjoyed his remarks.
The compressed lips continued to tease Bud's prick. He picked up the rhythm of her oral beat. His hips rocked in coital movements. Rita's fingers still fondled his balls in gentle caresses.
Bud undulated his pelvis with faster strokes. Rita reciprocated with faster licks on his dick. She caught the base of his shaft to keep it from having her throat impaled. His balls seemed to jump for a brief second.
"I'm gonna come!" he announced as he fucked her mouth in frenzied thrusts. "Ahhrggrr!" The groan was an anguished gurgle.
She detected the strong contractions followed by the forceful expulcions of globs of come. Rita took a quick deep breath just before he shot his load. Breathing through her nose, she captured the thick emissions of his come in her mouth. She had read about this little trick of breathing in one of the books. It made it easier for her.
There was no gagging or choking! Just a simple method of breathing and she was able to ingest the viscous fluid.
Rita compressed her lips and milked out the vestiges of his jism. Her mouth moved upwards towards the cockhead. A large final drop oozed out of the peehole. She flicked her tongue across it, licking it up. She was surprised at the absence of any difficulty in swallowing Bud's come.
This licentious liaison filled her with a strange exhilaration. Sex had a new meaning to her.
Not since her love affair during her college days did Rita enjoy such rapture. Karl's carnal attacks left her cold. This encounter with Bud stimulated her. Rita had a desire to pursue the matter further.
She doubted the propriety of consorting with her young employee. Rita didn't care! As long as he continued to service her needs, she was happy.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" Bud said. He got up and stumbled in the dark. She heard him switch on the light. The sound of water pissing into the bowl came to her.
"What time is it?" she asked.
The bowl flushed. He stood out-lined in the doorway for a brief moment before the light went out. "It's a quarter after eight!" he replied.
"Do you have time for some more games?" she asked, her voice caught in a quiver. i "Do ... do you want me to ... to fuck you?" his voice was hesitant, husky.
"I would love it!" she answered.
There was a rustle as she removed her clothing. She heard Bud taking off his clothes. Shifting around, Rita felt the cool rubber of the mattress against her skin. The sensation was only a brief one. She expected her body to be burning with the fever of lust in a short while.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rita drove home enjoying the memories of a wonderful evening. Bud had fucked her and it was beautiful. They were like two virgins on a marriage night, awkward, clumsy, uncertain. Yet, they managed to capture the sensual thrill of the experience.
She envisioned other moments with her young consort. The air mattress had been a good idea! There were other places, though, besides the back of the store. Rita pondered over the problem. She had to find somewhere else to continue their clandestine affair.
At home, she checked in on her mother. Rita had an arrangement with a neighbor. Mrs. Miller had been fed and was watching T.V. Rita greeted her mother and left to run a tub for herself.
Standing in the bathroom, waiting for the tub to fill, Rita studied her naked form in a full length mirror hanging on the door. She found herself more aware of her feminine attributes. Cupping her full tits, Rita offered the ample mounds to her reflection.
She pursed her lips in a provocative kiss. Her palms rubbed across the half-dollar sized, pink discs on the tip of her breasts. The friction made the small nipples harden. Tiny sensuous waves tickled her nipples. She felt the gentle rollers moving into her quim.
Rita's hands continued her erotic self examination. She rolled her hands over the rib cage towards her flared hips. The sensual tactile excursion moved to the dark pubic bush. Her cunt was salivating at this lascivious survey.
The hands reached the labial curtain of her cunt. She parted the puffy lips, exposing the glistening reddish-pink flesh of her vulva. She moved closer to the mirror for a better look. A crazy impulse seized her!
Rita hurried to her bedroom and removed the two vibrators. Back ir the bathroom, she inserted the dildo into her cunt. She adjusted the hand vibrator and turned it on. The inserted phallus was started. With the hand vibrator on her clitoris and the inserted dildo going, Rita's cunt was impregnated with the powerful vibrations.
The sensation was like a mini-jackhammer drilling into her sensitive flesh. Karl had induced the voluptuous sensations with his own instrument. This was more exciting.
Rita was filled with a lustful intoxication. Her tingling fingers holding her clitoris evoked an erotic exhilaration. Combined with the pulsating vibrations inside her twat, the two vibrators induced an intense voluptuous piquancy.
Her face was flushed with the fever of passion. The nostrils flared as her breathing rate increased. She opened her mouth, panting in erotic gasps. Her tits jiggled, bouncing up and down with her rapid respiration.
A soft groan of ecstatic anguish tumbled from her lips. What sweet beautiful agony this was!
Deep inside her loins, Rita felt the bubbling turbulence of an orgasm. She stood with splayed legs, her hips rocking in frantic coital thrusts. Her entire body shook like a massive mold of gelatin. The jtwin mounds of flesh studded with the cherry tips swayed in erratic patterns. Groans of extreme erotic rapture emitted from her throat.
The intense erogenous throbs beat inside her loins. She felt the violent exquisite pulsations as wave after wave of orgasms inundated her quim. Rita pulled out the dildo and turned off the vibrator. She exhaled a deep sign of satisfaction.
Getting into the tub, Rita expected to see steam rise as the water extinguished the fire in her box.
She relaxed in the tub, continuing to make future plans for Bud and herself. Perhaps, they could go away on a weekend! Thinking about her illicit liaison, Rita moved her hand in an unconscious gesture. She started to massage her cunt with gentle caresses. This little interlude was a pleasant diversion.
After the bath, Rita settled down in bed with her books. The contents of her reading material gave her several illuminating insights concerning sex. There was also quite a bit of instructional material. She was getting quite an education.
The following day, Bud came to work with a big smile. "How's everything, Miss Miller?"
She returned his smile. "I think you can call me Rita. Our relationship is more than just boss and employee," she told him.
"Sure, Rita!" he replied. He hesitated as though reluctant to ask a question.
The look on his face was enough for her to guess what was on his mind Their new relationship put him on a different level. He was discreet enough not to be common about it. She understood his reluctance to ask the question.
"That was a beautiful moment last night, Bud," she began. "I enjoyed it and hope you did also."
He nodded his head. "And if you don't have too much homework and feel like doing it again, I'd be happy to."
"Gee, that's swell, Rita! I'd love to make love to you. You really know how to turn a feller on!" he said.
She smiled at his commendation. He was so unsophisticated, so innocent! Yet, he offered her a priceless gift in his innocence! She had the use of his body for her personal sexual satisfaction. So far, it was a discreet affair. It offered her untold erotic pleasures. Rita wanted to keep it that way.
The phone rang. Rita answered it and turned to Bud. "It's for you!"
He took the phone and exclaimed, "Oh, Shit! Is it very bad? Okay! I'll leave now!"
Bud hung up. "My kid brother had an accident and I have to take the car home. Looks like tonight is shot!" His voice reflected his disappointment.
She was solicitous. "I hope it isn't too serious with your brother! That's all right, Bud! There will be other nights. You go home! Don't worry! I'll pay you for today!"
"Gee, thanks, Rita!" Bud replied.
Fate continued its capricious tricks on Rita. She was prepared to enjoy an exciting affair. It was gone now! At seven, she decided to close early.
Karl Bollard was waiting for her as she locked up. His presence startled her. He grinned at her, holding his two dogs by their leashes.
"How would you like to spend some time at my house tonight? It's more comfortable than your back room," he invited.
She stood dumbfounded by his openness. They were standing outside the store with a few passersby. He wouldn't dare try anything! This was the perfect opportunity to settle his constant molestations.
Instead, Rita remained hypnotized, fascinated by this man's effrontery. Twice before, he had forced her into acts against her will. Her blood raced faster in her veins. She found herself excited by the prospect of being violated. It was an emotion she couldn't understand. A wild exhilaration without logical reason prompted her to accept.
"Do we walk or drive?" she smiled.
"We ride! Do you want to use your car or ride with me?" he asked.
"I'd rather use my car," Rita answered. Riding in the same car with the dogs bothered her.
"I'm parked down the street. It's the beat up Ford, the blue one! I'll wait until you pull up," he said.
Following him to his home bothered her. Her past accusations weren't valid anymore. She was entering into a sex act with this man on her own violation. The whole thing was irrational at this stage. When he accosted her this time, Rita had the chance to do something. Instead, she was going to his house. Moisture in her cunt corroborated the sexual arousal elicited by his offer.
He brought her into his basement. Part of the room was a miniature gymnasium with a horizontal bar and parallel bars. The other half was set up with a small wet bar and a poker table.
"I like to work out and keep trim," he volunteered. "Wanna drink before we get cozy?"
"No!" she answered as she undressed. Getting undressed was a standard procedure with this animal. She didn't want him mussing up her clothes.
He fumbled behind the bar and moved to the horizontal bar. "Come here!" he ordered. "I want to see if you can chin yourself."
She reached up and Karl fastened a pair of handcuffs to her wrists. Her wrists were locked with the bar between the two metal bracelets. The position forced her to hold on to the bars.
Her recklessness had placed her in this precarious situation. The exhilarating pulsations changed to apprehensive panic. She was helpless and at his mercy. Eager anticipation changed to regret.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" her voice had a tremulous quiver.
"Oh, we're going to have an exciting time!" he informed her. "First, I'm going to give you a little shave and a haircut. Pussy hair doesn't look nice! Have you ever seen a shaved cunt? They're beautiful! You'll love it!"
"No, no!" she protested. "Don't shave off the hair!"
"Look, honey! You're in no position to argue!" he toid her. "Besides, I liked shaved cunts!"
He disappeared, reappearing with a shaving bomb, a razor, and a pan of water. She watched him as he rubbed the creamy foam into her hairy bush. A hint of lascivious sensations rippled inside her cunt. The pubes were saturated with the soap. He brought the razor across her pudenda and she felt the scrape of the blade.
Karl dipped the razor into the pan of water to cleanse the blade. It was futile to protest so Rita watched in silent frustration as the hairs disappeared. He added some more cream for a second shave. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her limbs up.
"Take a look, honey! Ain't that beautiful!" he asked.
Her legs were parallel to the floor. She caught a better view of the shaven area. The absence of hair gave her twat a strange appearance. Rita wasn't certain whether it enhanced or detracted from its erotic attraction.
Karl rubbed his hand along the puffy lips. Rita felt a greater sensitivity at the touch. It seemed more sentient.
"Now, that looks good enough to eat!" Karl declared.
Rita's pulse beat faster. Her cunt was always receptive to tantalizing stimulation. Karl placed himself between her thighs. His rapacious mouth fastened over the naked cuntal flesh.
He rolled his tongue in a light caress along the shorn slit. A slight tremor shook her stretched frame. His hands caught the resilient buttocks and squeezed the tender flesh. Karl slithered his oral spatula into her venereal cleft. A soft sigh of pleasure blew from her lips as his tongue slid past the damp slit.
He was in a semi-crouch and found the position uncomfortable. Grabbing her legs, Karl lifted them to his shoulders. Rita was pulled parallel to the floor. It took the weight off her upraised arms but made it awkward for her. He buried his face in her crotch.
There was more access to her erogenous charms now. His tongue moved in a leisure trail from her pussy slit back to her asshole. The flattened oral blade brushed along her perineum. His tongue fluttered in quick licking sweeps as he -rimmed her asshole. The moist titilation of her ass started a thrilling lance up her spine. The tip of his oral probe pushed into the sepia puckered hole. The voluptuous thrill grew stronger.
Rita didn't think stimulation of her sphincter could arouse such excitement. Having her ass fucked and frigged didn't evoke such sensations.
His tongue left a wet path as he returned to her pussy. He pressed a finger into the saliva-moistened hole. The finger made measured thrusts in her asshole.
Karl's tongue made strong sweeps along the throat of her twat. A mild throbbing started in her loins. He moved his lips and his sensual mouth tantalized her clitoris. His teeth, tongue, and lips teased and tortured her little button of pleasure with exquisite agony.
"Ohherrr!" she groaned. "That's good, that's good! Suck me off!" she urged in wanton abandon.
He frigged her ass with faster strokes. The mouth on her clitty became more animated. His combined assault heightened the delirious fever raging within her. Her head swiveled from side to side to shake free the intense passion that deliciously tortured her.
"Harrr! Harrr! She was breathing with deep and rapid gasps. Her eyes were shut to enjoy the intense erotic luxury. Rita's mouth opened and shut, inhaling and exhaling gulps of air. A seething ravishment twisted her venereal entrails.
Despite the awkward position, Rita wriggled her hips in lascivious ecstasy.
"Oooool" she cooed. "Annn ... nyyyy ... sec ... unndd ... nowwwww!" Her words came out in jerky phrases. Her hips moved in erratic gyrations.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming! Fuck me, fuck me! Suck my come juice out of me! Oh, Oh!" she groaned in frenzied exclamation. Her body convulsed in sensuous twists.
A series of violent spasms bombarded her cunt. Her seething snatch was filled with a heavy downpour of musky come.
Rita's body stiffened for a brief moment as the paroxysms grew intense. A cry tore from her throat. An anguished shout of a tormented soul in ecstatic abandon, fading into a gurgle.
"YAHHRRGRRrrrr!"
Karl fitted his mouth to capture her outpourings. His finger continued to frig her ass in hard rapid strokes. Her body trembled with the carnal delirium of the moment. The multiple orgasms swept into every pore. She felt all the nerves and tissues in her body tingling from the voluptuous intensity of the sexual climax.
He made soft sucking sounds draining out her musky jism. Looking up at her, his chin glistening from saliva and come, Karl leered. "You really dug that, huh? I always suspected you were a hot piece of ass."
"Please, let me down! The strain on my arms is killing me," she begged. "I'll do anything you want, honest! It's so uncomfortable this way."
"Okay, okay!" he agreed. He lowered her legs and unhooked the handcuffs. Rita rubbed her shoulders, chafing them to get circulation back.
"Do you mind if I take a break?" she asked, going to her purse for cigarettes. She lit up and took several hungry drags on the cigarette.
Rita watched him pour himself a drink. Aside from the shaving, the evening wasn't too bad. Sudden realization came to her.
"May I use your phone? My mother is expecting me home and I don't want her anxious," she said.
He laughed. "I'll bet! Go ahead and use the phone there. I have to hear this!"
She called her home and made an excuse for being late. "I'll be damned!" he exclaimed when she hung up, "You did call your mother!"
Rita stubbed out the cigarette. "I presume you haven't finished with me for the night! What else do you have planned for me?"
Karl was at the parallel bars, adjusting them to make them lower. "Ever work out on one of these things?" he asked.
She nodded. "Back in college during phys ed."
"Good! Stretch out on the bars face down!" he ordered.
The bars were about three feet off the ground. Rita wondered what weird act he was going to commit. Face down could mean only one thing! It had something to do with her ass! Well, he had fucked her in the ass and it wasn't too bad! She swung on to the twin bars.
Karl began to fasten her wrists to the bars. "Why are you tying me to the bars?" she asked.
He gave a sadistic laugh. "I don't want you falling off!" He finished up by binding her ankles also.
Once more, Karl had placed her in a helpless position. She was at his mercy again and hoped he wouldn't do anything too severe. He moved between the bars and his prick reached her ass. "Just right!" he said. He moved out.
Karl placed his hand over her unprotected rump. "I promised you a little ass warming. Now's a good time as any to take care of that little job!"
She felt a flush of anxious trepidation. Her ass was vulnerable to this diabolical man with his weird sex games.
"Please, please, don't beat me!" she pleaded. "I can't take pain! Please don't hurt me!" she whimpered. "I promised to do anything you wanted. Why are you doing this to me? Why must you hurt me?"
"I'm doing this to you because you're a stuck up bitch! And I didn't like the fact that you went to the police about me!" he answered. "Don't worry! You'll live!"
SMACKK! Karl brought his hand down in a smart slap across her buttocks. She felt the burning sting of the blow spreading across her asscheeks! Her body jerked as she tried to free herself from her bonds.
"OW" she cried out. "Please, Karl, please, don't ... don't hurt me. Don't hit me anymore!" she pleaded.
SMACKK! SMACKK! He fired two rapid blows at her ass. Her body writhed on the makeshift rack. She began to cry, sobs shaking her body.
"You're hurting me, you're hurting me! Please, no more, no more! What do you want from me?" she cried out in hysterical terror. "I'll do anything you want! What do you want?"
Her ass was on fire. From the swell of her well rounded buns, she felt the heat radiating. It reached the small of her back down her thighs to the back of her knees. Hot needles seemed to be sticking into her fleshy hillocks.
"If I brought a bunch of my friends over would you fuck for them?" he demanded.
Rita was horrified! She was no longer in a compromising position. He had her in a defenseless situation where her only recourse was to surrender to any demands. A vision of several men violating her flitted across her mind. It was too revolting!
"No, no! Please, please!" she groaned through sobbing tears. "I can't take any more! I'll do anything you want with you. Isn't that enough?"
SMACKK! The pain of the slap shot up her spine like a dart from a blow-gun. She felt the searing agony in her brain. An agonizing scream tore from her throat. "AHHRRRR!"
"Christ! You have a pair of lungs! All right, shut up! I'll stop beating you!" he told her. "I've had broads that have been turned on by a good ass whipping! You're lucky I didn't use a belt! Boy, that ass of yours is a bright red! I'm gonna love fucking it!"
She cursed herself for being so stupid to come to his house. He was nothing but a sadistic animal.
Karl was rough as he grabbed her buttocks and parted the fiery cheeks. His cockhead was pressed into her sphincter. Her mouth opened in a tortured scream. The ruby tip crushed the small puckered hole as it penetrated inward. The bastard didn't have the consideration to use some kind of lubricant!
The nerve endings around her asshole burned as his thick cock dug into her anus. Her buttocks stung from the blows Karl had delivered. His rough invasion of her asshole intensified the burning pain. It was excruciating!
Karl stuffed his prick into her tight hole. The friction of the raw cock scraping her tender rectal muscles provoked groans of anguish. He made a final rough thrust. The remaining portion of his cock drove deep into her anal sheath.
Grabbing her by the pelvis, Karl started a slow pistoning fuck. Rita closed her eyes and opened her mouth for some release of the pain. His heavy prong slid back in a partial withdrawal like a gun bolt. Halfway out, he rammed it back. After awhile, she became inured to the thrusts.
She was void of any sensual feeling. There was little emotion stirring within her. In spite of the erogenous contact, there was no erotic excitement.
He kept his prick sliding in and out of her asshole in a measured beat. His mobile prick sawed to and fro. Each forward thrust sent her sliding a short distance on the bars. Karl pushed her away as he withdrew. He impaled her on his cock, pulling her towards him on the forward thrust. The force of his penile drive moved her despite the pull backwards.
Rita couldn't believe this entire experience was happening! From the inception of the initial rape, it seemed unbelievable. She knew one thing was real at the moment! Her ass was being well fucked! And her ass was still on fire!
Karl wasn't going to have a premature ejaculation like Bud. Her previous sessions had proven his ability to prolong the onset of an orgasm. This encounter would last for some time. The way he was fucking her, he seemed indefatigable! Was he fucking her with a real cock?
She felt the tempo of the cadence pick up. He was shuttling his prick back and forth at a faster rate. The effort of his increased thrusts him to grunt.
"Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" She heard the raspy grunting sounds rumble from his throat.
He made a final push, driving his erupting cock deep into her anal canal. "Uhhhrrr!" He uttered a loud sigh of orgasmic satisfaction.
Rita felt his body shudder as his dick started the strong contractions. Ht tingling muscles throbbed with the strong paroxysms of his climax. The deep contractions and expansions of his spasming shaft pulsated against the confining flesh of her anal sheath.
His thick come splattered inside her asshole. A low animal-like growl rumbled in his chest as the strong pulsations subsided.
He held this pose for several minutes after his cock finished spending. There was a faint popping sound when he removed his imbedded prong.
Rita was thankful that his part of the ordeal was over. She doubted if she was able to take much more. A silent prayer was said for release from this terrible plight. By now, she hoped, his sexual appetite was sated.
"Can I go now? Have you finished?" she asked. Rita hoped he would let her go.
"Hey! The evening's young yet!" he answered. "I figured you were having a ball! I'm just warming up!"
She uttered an abject groan. "Please, Karl, have a heart! My ass is killing me!"
He stood in back of her. Shoving two fingers into her snatch, he frigged her. "Hey, honey! That cunt of yours is juicy as hell! I bet you're ready to fuck some more!"
"Karl! Don't tease me! Give me a break!" she begged.
"Hell! You're getting to be a wet blanket! It's no fun fucking with you if you ain't gonna co-operate!" he said frowning.
There was eager desperation in her voice. "Let me go home now. I swear I'll do anything you want the next time! Just let me go so I can take camre of my bruised ass," she pleaded.
He unfastened the bonds on her arms and legs. She flashed sullen looks at him while she dressed. Her asscheeks burned and her rectum was sore. Rita left off her pantyhose.
As she walked out the door, Karl gave her another pat on the ass. She winced at the blow. Driving home, she couldn't comprehend why she allowed herself to submit to Karl. His constant intimidation placed her in a disturbing situation. The beating he inflicted on her ass was just the beginning. If the association continued, who knows what else he would do to her!
Rita grimaced from the pain driving home. There had to be a solution! She had to get rid of Bollard!
CHAPTER FIVE
Rita spent a restless night. Aside from her bruised ass, her sleep was disturbed by nightmares. She kept hearing Karl's sadistic laugh as he subjected her to disgusting indignities. Several times, Rita bolted upright in bed in a cold sweat.
When she awoke in the morning, the pain was a dull ache. Her efforts were lethargic as she got out of bed. Rita decided to take a quick shower to wake her up. She stepped in front of the mirror to examine Karl's handiwork. The naked cunt looked strange. It had an obscene look to it. She attributed it to her awareness of its appearance while she had hair. The problem was getting used to the look just like a new hair style. Although, the hair would eventually grow back.
She frowned at the sight of the bare puffy lips. It looked like a miniature ass. The labial mounds reminded her of buttocks. A slight shudder convulsed her shoulders in repulsive contemplation.
Business was slow at the store during the morning. The free time gave Rita an opportunity to think about Karl. She was smoking more. By one, Rita was no closer to a solution.
At lunch, she overheard two women discussing a course in self defense. The idea intrigued her. Thinking about beating Karl physically caused her to become agitated. There were those damn dogs! He had to be attacked without the dogs around. Or, in a position where he couldn't sic them on to her!
Rita hurried back to the store and consulted the classified pages for schools on self defense. There was only one in Thaxton. She called and made an appointment for later that afternoon. When Bud arrived, she exchanged amenities asking about his brother.
But was set to renew the cancelled tryst of the previous evening. Rita was abrupt as she hurried out for her appointment.
Dave Corley, owner and chief instructor of the defense school, offered Rita a friendly smile.
"While I don't like to turn business away, I always interview potential students," he began. "Every now and then, I find someone I feel should not take these lessons. Tell me, Miss Miller, why do you want to take the course?"
Rita didn't expect to be questioned about her motives. She thought it was just a matter of walking in, signing up, and paying a fee. His interrogation caught her unaware and disturbed her. She didn't want to divulge her real intentions.
"I ... I want to protect myself in case I'm ever attacked," she offered the excuse in a hesitant voice. "I ... I own a store!" She averted her eyes during her speech.
He folded his arms and leaned back in his swivel chair. His grey eyes studied her in calculating appraisal. She felt his eyes upon her and kept them averted.
"I have a feeling that you're not giving me the real reason, Miss Miller," he said. "You also appear very tense. Tension is not good! I also happen to be a licensed masseur. I have a suggestion. Right now, I wouldn't accept you as a student. I will accept you as a client for a massage. Perhaps as you relax during the massage, you will tell me what this is all about! If I think you have a valid reason then, I might reconsider," he offered.
"I don't guarantee I'll change my mind. You don't have to take a massage to be registered in my course. I'm not selling a tie-in! If you don't want a relaxing massage, at least see a doctor. Get rid of that tension or it will wipe you out!"
She looked up into his face. Rita guessed his age to be about thirty. He had a bemused smile on his long square face. Her surprised expression was probably the reason for his smile.
"I have a number of female clients who come in for massages regularly. We have no problems," he assured her. "In fact, they close their eyes so they won't see me!" he laughed. "That helps to avoid any embarrassment! But after the first massage, the false modesty disappears."
Rita lit up a cigarette. Her hands shook a little.
"There, see what I mean!" he continued. "Many people smoke because of tension. I won't fault that but look at your hands. They're shaking!"
"Where do you give your massage?" she asked.
He stood up. "Follow me!" he directed. Taking her into a windowless room, he pointed to a large white screen.
"You can undress behind there. There are some sheets on a table. Wrap yourself in one. I'll be waiting for you," he told her.
Rita made a quick survey of the room. It was clean and white. A massage table stood in the room. Adjacent to it was a smaller table with bottles of lotions on it.
She moved behind the screen and began to undress. Rita found her pulse racing. A slight itching started in her cunt. The glands were oozing, dampening her twat. There was s sensual prospect to the anticipated massage.
Dave Corley clapped his hands. "Fine!" he addressed her as she stepped out from the curtained screen. "If you'll get on the table, face down, we can start."
Rita had the sheet wrapped around her like a sarong. She held it closed.
His fingers caught the nape of her neck. The skilled hands began to manipulate the flesh. Dave's soothing massage loosened some of the tightness in her neck. She felt the effects flowing through the rest of her body.
The skilled fingers rubbed the cervical-dorsal area with rotating gentle strokes. Rita drifted into a tranquilized state of well-being.
"Mmmmm!" It was a soft murmur of satisfaction.
"Am I hurting you?" Dave asked.
"No! That feels good!" she replied.
The tactile rubbing continued. Dave moved to her shoulders. He caught the shoulder joint and dug skilled fingers into the muscles. Tugging at the sheet, he said, "We'll have to remove this to get at the rest of your back. Don't worry! We'll keep your backside covered."
He worked on her bare back, letting his professional hands run up and down her spine. Soft pressure was applied to the coccyx.
While Rita found the massage very relaxing, the touch on her naked flesh evoked thrilling sensations. She was aroused, having a sudden desire for sex. Dave reminded her a little of Bud. A proposition for some fucking would be accepted without hesitation!
Rita felt the sheet lifted, exposing her ass. A low whistle of surprise came from Dave's lips.
"What happened to your backside?" he asked.
The question distilled her relaxed state. Rita became tense. "Nothing! Forget it!"
She swung around on the table, sitting up. Her breasts were exposed, the sheet wrapped about her waist. Rita's exposure didn't bother her as much as the discovery of her bruised ass. She hopped off the table still clutching the sheet about her hips.
"Let's forget the massage and the lessons!" she declared, her voice rising in irritation.
Rita hurried behind the screen and dressed. "How much do I owe you?" she demanded.
He looked at her, concern etched in his face. "Nothing! Look! If you're in some kind of trouble, I'd like to help you. Are you sure you don't want to discuss it with me?"
"I'll thank you to mind your business!" she snapped.
Hurrying out, she drove back to her store. Bud looked up at her appearance. She realized she had been irrational in leaving Dave's place. The pressure of the situation had left her confused and disconcerted.
Dave Corley appeared to be the answer to her problem. She was beginning to enjoy the voluptuous massage with the erotic overtones she imagined. Like a horse's ass, she'd avoided his offer of help. Her lousy temperment screwed up a chance to do something.
"Are you all right, Rita? Is there something wrong?" Bud's voice reflected his anxiety.
"No, I'm all right!" Her tense face relaxed into a smile. "I have your rain check. Can I collect tonight for the game called yesterday?" she asked.
He answered her with a grin. "Sure! Let me call home and tell them I'll be a little late!"
After the shop was closed, they went into the backroom. Rita wanted some light so they wouldn't stumble around in the dark. She switched on the bathroom light, leaving the door partially open. The light could not be seen from the street. It afforded them sufficient lighting. Enough to see what they were doing!
Bud started to disrobe. "Wait!" Rita stopped him. "How about playing some games?"
"Sure!" he replied in eager agreement. "What kind of games?"
"Make believe games!" she answered. "We pretend we're different people and fit the situation to sex." She saw his puzzled look. "Like you're a doctor and I'm the patient and you do whatever you want to me. Understand? But don't use that! Make up something else!"
He nodded, his head bobbing in enthusiasm. "Okay! Who goes first?"
"You go first!" she invited. "Make it good and sexy! But tell me what the roles are!"
He paused, thinking. "I'm a sultan and you're a slave girl that I'm thinking of buying."
She clapped her hands. "That sounds delicious! I'm going to love it. Do a gcod job! What do you want me to do?"
"Just stand still and do nothing!" he ordered.
Rita stood still near the bathroom door. Every move Bud made could be seen in the partial light. He removed the knit jacket she wore. Placing it carefully on a chair, he returned and zipped down the back of the short over blouse she wore underneath the jacket. She raised her hands to have it pulled up over her head.
Her skirt was unzipped next and pulled down. Rita had a bra, half slip, and panties underneath. The bruised ass negated wearing pantyhose. She had on a garterbelt to hold up her stockings.
As each item was removed, Rita experienced exciting ripples washing over her body. Her bra was removed first. The rounded gourds swung free. She felt his warm hands pull down her panties after the half slip was removed.
Bud gasped in surprise at the sight of her shaved twat framed by the garter belt.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That looks wild! It looks more appetizing now. I never knew cunts could look so good to eat!" , "I'm looking forward to your having a bite!" she joked.
"Later!" he answered and continued with the undressing. Bud took off the garter belt and rolled her stockings down to the ankles. She stood before him, waiting for the game to start.
Bud had an alert mind and good imagination. Rita liked the way he adopted a third imaginary person.
"Look at the tits!" he said to the invisible third party. "Not bad! But I like them bigger!"
She closed her eyes to savor the delicious feeling as he caught her tits ir his hands. He fondled and squeezed the ample flesh. His fingers caught the areolae and pressed them between his thumbs and forefingers. The pressure enlarged the size of the nipples.
He fastened a mouth to a nipple and sucked on it with strong vacuuming pulls. A sharp intake of breath forced an ecstatic hiss from her lips. Bud's teeth nibbled in gentle nips on the nipple. Rita felt the erotic tingle of the bites titillating her cunny. Bud treated the other tit to the same tantilizing sucks. Rita loved the way he was arousing her. She couldn't wait for the rest of the charade to happen.
Bud released his oral grip on her tit. He brushed his hand along her flat stomach. His travelling hand passed the naked pouting lips of her twat. The hand stroked her thighs in soft caresses. Kneeling before her, Bud pinched the lips together.
The compressed cuntal lips protruded in an exaggerated bulge. Keeping the labium closed, Bud inserted his finger into her vulva. Rita found the added pressure a tantalizing innovation to foreplay.
He traced a path from her pussy to her asshole. His teasing finger moved along the perineum into the crack. The digital phallus pushed past the brown puckered hole. Rita uttered a low moan as he inserted a second finger into her cunt. She was treated to a dual frigging. Her hips moved in a sinuous undulation, grinding her ass and twat on the pistoning fingers.
Bud teased her a few minutes with his probing fingers. He moved behind her, running his hand over her soft buttocks in a gentle caress.
"I'm saving the real sexy stuff for later!" he explained. "I'm finished with my game. I just bought you!"
"That was nice! I liked it!" Rita replied. "Now it's my turn to make believe! I'm a massage parlor girl and you're a customer. I'm going to undress you and give you a treatment!"
She removed his unbuttoned shirt and pulled off his undershirt. Her hands unbuckled his pants and zipped it open. The pants dropped around his ankles. A thick bulge in his crotch indicated his aroused state. Rita fondled the bulge for a brief moment. The tight jockey shorts were pulled down. His cock sprung up like a quivering arrow on a scale.
Rita cupped his balls, feeling the heat of his passion emanating from the fleshy sac. As she fondled his nuts, Rita hummed a murmur of libidinous pleasure. "Mmmmmm!"
Her exploring hand moved past his balls into the vee of his crotch. Searching fingers played in the crack of his ass. Once she found his asshole, Rita reciprocated with her own ass frigging play.
"When does the massage come in?" he asked.
"Lie down on the mattress!" she instructed him.
She produced the hand vibrator and plugged it in. Turning it on, Rita glided her hand over his chest and flat nipples.
"Hey! That's wild!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get the vibrator?"
"You like it, huh?" she asked. Her fingers tantalized his flesh, moving over his stomach. The pulsating hand rubbed across his pubic bush. She captured the stiff bony shaft and treated it to a vibrating penetrating massage.
Rita's hand on Bud's prick was a brief stay. She treated his balls to a sample of the erotic pulsations. The hand moved under his balls to the tight sphincter. Bud wriggled his hips as the voluptuous tingles filled his asshole.
"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" he announced in desperate urgency.
The tantalizing massage stopped. She grabbed the root of his prick to steady it. Her mouth fastened over his cockhead as his shaft spasmed.
Rita caught the spray of hot glutinous fluid. A lascivious tremor sent ecstatic convulstion through her as she drank in his spunk. Bud groaned in a low whimper. His hops made a series of coital thrusts during the initial ejaculations. He relaxed as the strong penil palpitations subsided.
She pursed her lips in a tight compress. Rolling her lips along the shaft, she miled out the remaining vestiges of his jism.
Bud looked up at her. "I never expected to pop my nuts that fast! That's some machine!"
Yes, it's quite an effective gadget," she agreed.
"You still owe me a little favor. You promised to eat my naked pussy."
"You bet!" he answered in an enthusiastic reply. "How do you want me to do it?"
"Let's do it the 69 way. I'll be on the bottom and you get on top. And let's see if I can make you come again," she winked at him.
Rita settled herself in a comfortable pose on the mattress. She watched at Bud positioned himself above her. His flaccid prick dangled above her face.
The flesh on the nape of her neck prickled when Bud's tongue brushed around the puffy lips of her snatch. His young tongue evoked a voluptuous sensation. The ardor of his tonguing increased the passionate arousal stirring within her. A new kind of erotic thrill was kindled. Rita loved every nuance of it.
Bud teased her. She trembled with sensual agitation as the warm moist tongue laved her pubes. He stabbed the venereal furrow, plunging his oral dagger into her cuntal scabbard. His tongue twisted and turned like a corkscrew. The oral probe slithered against the slick wet walls of her twat.
She squirmed, rubbing her ass over the mattress. The lascivious tonguing kindled an erotic warmth deep in her cunny. Using strong long licks, Bud sent his tongue along the fleshy space between her cunt and ass.
He parted her buttocks to gain better access to her sepia hole. His oral probe found the tiny crinkled orifice. Rita thrilled to the erogenous contact. The tip of his tongue made a determined effort to penetrate the tight sphincter.
"That's nice!" she approved in a dreamy voice.
Bud abandoned his attempt to enter her ass orally. He swung his oral spatula back to her sweating pussy. She felt his tongue dipping deep into her baginal vale.
Rita crooned a soft sigh as his mouth touched the crest of her slit. "Ahherrr!" With the suction of a pneumatic tube, Rita's clitoris was vacuumed into his mouth.
He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitty taut. His teeth nestled about the base of the venereal node in a gentle clamp. She thought he was going to bite it off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitoris firmly anchored. He stretched the erogenous flesh and whipped it with his caressing tongue.
She toyed with his balls and cock. Playing with, them to induce a libidinous response. His soft dick began to lengthen. She pursed her lips over the crown. She drew his hard-on into her mouth in a slow sensual pull. Her pink velvety tongue lavished loving care, skimming over the tip of his cock. His ruby crown was polished with a heavy coat of saliva.
Her sheathed teeth were a gentle vise about his shaft. Only part of his prick was imbedded in her oral trap. Rita rolled her tongue around the rib of his cockhead in a slow curling tease. She rubbed the tip over the tiny pee-hole in the center of the cock.
Bud pushed one finger up her asshole and another into her quim. Her hips gave a convulsive jerk at the twin insertions. He maintained his oral hold on her clitoris while his fingers frigged her holes. Rita tumbled her pelvis in a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion ignited the smoldering embers in her cunt. The warm glow began to permeate throughout her body.
His prick slid between her lips like an oiled piece of machinery. She absorbed as much of it as she could. Her tongue licked all over his imprisoned shaft. The captive cock was withdrawn. Rita nibbled on his prick with soft bites. Her shielded teeth chewed on the sensitive underside of his dick.
She switched her attention to his balls. Her sensual mouth washed his flesh covered nuts with saliva. A tasty ball was captured in her rapacious mouth. He wriggled his ass in carnal enjoyment. She alternated her tonguing of each ball, playing voluptuous havoc with them.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in erotic delight.
Rita was turned on by his stimulating efforts. She also enjoyed his response to the pleasurable sucking of his cock. She loved the taste of his prick and balls. His warm body gave off a sensual odor. The erotic scent of an aroused body also stimulated the senses.
She resumed the licking and sucking of his prick. Her cheeks inflated as she pushed his shaft outward in a partial withdrawal.
Her tongue curled clockwise around his prick. It uncurled and swung counter-clockwise. She swirled her oral brush around his dick. From time to time, Rita alternated her oral teasing. Her tongue flicked in rapid strokes against his absorbed meat. As a change of pace, she rubbed her lips up and down over his hot bony cock.
Her lips rolling over his prick reminded her of a real fuck. The mouth was an oral cunt. The similarity excited her. His cock slipped in and out in a slow shuttle.
Lancing shivers rolled up her spine. The delirious throbs in her coosy became more intense. Bud's dual frigging of her holes added to the intensity of the lascivious turbulence palpitating in her aroused cunt. His mouth continued to stimulate the erogenous little button under the hood of her cuntal cowl.
"Ohhhrrrr!" she groaned, rocking her hips in cadence with the erotic tantalizing of his mouth.
Rita pressed her pussy into his teasing mouth. An orgasmic whirlpool swirled inside her snatch. Her pulse quickened. The height of her sexual arousal was at its peak.
The tempo of her cocksucking increased. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly. Bud's prick appeared and disappeared into her oral cavern. She was in a state of ecstatic abandon.
Rita was in the throes of a violent sensual thrill. It showed in the way she passionately attacked his cock. Her pelvis churned in response to Bud's active mouth and fingers.
She came, loosing a flood of turbulent orgasmic juices! Bud's face was buried into her spasming crotch. Rita wanted to release a triumphant shout of erotic ecstasy. To proclaim the delicious exhilaration of the freed throbbings in her cunt.
There was Bud to consider! It was important to have him come also. He was almost there!
She held the base of his prick as he started to fuck her mouth. His penile thrusts had a sense of urgency. Her mouth continued to tantalize his cock. Teasing it to release the desired glutinous globs of come! His prick made a final plunge. She saw the muscles of his buttocks flex as the climactic paroxysms started.
Her mouth filled up with his sweet creamy jism. She savored the delicious taste as it slid down her throat. Rita's thirsty mouth drew on his fleshy straw, extracting the last drop of his ambrosial love juice.
Bud withdrew his fingers from her ass and twat. His mouth fitted over her discharging snatch. He sucked in with deep inspiration, draining the copius fluid out of her cunt. His tongue reached into the damp cavern to extract any residue.
They remained in the inverted pose for some time. Their mouths ravenously working on each other's genitals. Each determined to extract the last delicious drop of come from the other.
Bud rolled off and stretched out alongside of Rita. He was still in a reverse position.
"Whew!" he exclaimed. "That was some blow job! How did you like the way I ate your pussy?"
"Beautiful, Bud, beautiful!" she returned his praise. "If we had more time, I'd give you a chance to put that lovely cock of yours into my cunt. But there's always another day."
"You bet!" he agreed. He stood up and began dressing. "I know a nice spot out in the country where we can be alone. Maybe we could go out there on a Sunday afternoon!" he suggested.
Rita laughed. "And freeze our asses off at this time of year! No thank you! But it's a good idea for the future! Too bad we can't check, into a motel some place!"
"I know a place about five miles from here," Bud replied. "A lot of the guys I know go there. No questions asked. Would you like to know where it is?"
"Not really!" she answered. A place frequented by a lot of the locals was no good. They could be recognized. "Don't worry, Bud! We're doing fine so far with this arrangement. I'll let you know when I'm ready to go some place else!"
He caught the inflection of her voice. In their relationship, she had the upperhand. She enjoyed this state of dominating a male. It was some compensation for her subjagation to Karl.
"Whatever you say, Rita! You're the boss!" he said.
You better believe it! she answered silently.
CHAPTER SIX
In the back of Rita's mind was the dreaded thought of Karl showing up at the store during the day. After the evening's play with Bud, she was alive, intoxicated by the exciting session. With the new day, she never knew what to expect.
Alone in the store, she had time to reflect on her meeting with Dave Corley. For a moment, Rita thought it had potentialities. Instead, an irrational act on her part loused it up.
The constant threat of Karl making an appearance made her light up a cigarette in nervous agitation. Damn him, she swore, how the hell do I get rid of him? At this late stage, police intervention was a hopeless case.
A man walked into the store. He gave a big grin. "Hi, Rita. A mutual friend of ours send regards!"
She smiled back and her face clouded up when he finished speaking. A tight knot twisted inside her stomach. Few people called her by her first name. His salutatory introduction alerted her suspicion.
"Whom are you referring to?" she asked, her voice quivering a little.
"Karl Bollard! He said you're a real swinger. Really built! He was right!" the man acknowledged. "Call me Al, Rita! I'm bringing you an invitation. Karl says to be at his house tonight. We're gonna have a party. And you better show up otherwise Karl said he'll send his dogs to pick you up! By the way, can I take a look at that shaved cunt of yours! Karl says it's raunchy looking!"
Her body shook in angry agitation. It was bad enough having Karl send a messenger to demand her presence for an orgy. The bastard compounded it by asking to see her cunt!
"Out! Out! Get the hell out of here!" Rita screamed. She picked up a box of pet food and threw it at the man. He threw up his arms and caught the box. His face twisted into an ugly snarl.
"That's okay, you bitch! I'll straighten you out tonight. You just better be there or else!" he threatened. He threw the box to the floor and slammed the door going out.
Rita stood shaking. She ran to the door and locked it, putting up the closed sign. Hurrying to the back room, she flung herself onto the mattress. Sobs shook her body as she cried tears of distress.
If she failed to show up, Karl would come after her. Going to his house would result in further indignities. There was another animal involved! What did he say his name was? Al!
She was tempted to go back to Dave Corley. There was an urgent need for someone's help. Yet, discussing the intimate details of the situation was very embarrassing. The only solution at the moment was to submit to Karl's continued humiliating acts. Her crying became a howling wail.
Bud arrived for work to find his employer tense with nervous agitation. He was discreet enough to avoid any solicitous conversation. Rita was irritable during his time there. She kept glancing at the clock, anxious for closing time. At a little after seven, Bud was sent home. She closed up and headed towards Karl's home.
Her pulse raced as she drove up to his house. The glands in her pussy started to salivate. She couldn't understand why this licentious arousal occurred. It was frightening to think that this crazy liaison with Karl could evoke such a lustful sensation. He opened the door as she walked up to the porch.
His face was a satanic leer. "I told Al you would be here! You're such a horny bitch! You can't resist the chance to get fucked. Come on it!"
She stepped into the house. The dogs sniffed at her. One pressed his nose against her ass. Rita jumped in startled fright.
"Get him away, get him away!" she screamed. Both dogs began to bark and growl.
Karl guffawed. "Down, down! Shut up!" he ordered. "Even the dogs can smell a hot piece of ass. Let's go downstairs. Al's waiting for us."
Rita shuddered at the memory of her experience in the basement. Al was sitting at the bar, drinking. He waved his glass at her in silent salute.
"Take off your coat and make yourself comfortable," Karl invited. "We're going to see some movies first!"
He set up a screen and moved a movie projector into place. The prospect of watching stag movies excited Rita. She had heard about dirty movies but had never seen any. The room was darkened and the movies started.
The opening scene shocked her. A young girl of about fourteen was seated at a table. The girl had books near her elbow and she was writing in a notebook. Rita was disturbed by the fact that a young girl was used in the movie.
A puzzled look came over the girl's face. She turned as a man entered. Holding the book towards him, she spoke. It was a silent movie but every move or situation was obvious.
There was a close-up of the book. It was a textbook on biology. The man opened his fly and withdrew his cock. A shocked look came over the girl's face. Al and Karl made obscene observations during the picture, offering their own direction.
The man was supposed to be her father. A few more frames and both characters were naked. Rita noticed that the girl had small tits and sparse pubic hairs. Her father in the picture had a large thick prick in rampant rigidity. There were more close-up shots of their genitals.
While the subject matter disgusted Rita, she couldn't help but get excited over the action. The players in the film fondled each other's venereal parts. They were warming to the subject when a woman walked in. She appeared to be shocked, then angry. The girl and the man explained the situation. The mother undressed and the father turned his attention to her.
Rita watched is the parents went through various sex acts. She marveled at the man's ability to sustain a hard-on for a long time. During a number of fucking scenes, the camera zoomed in close. Rita was fascinated at the way the screen was filled with an enlarged view of the cock pistoning in and out of the juicy cunt.
After the man shot his load, he pulled out his shrunken cock. The daughter was aroused by the exhibition. She grabbed his come-covered cock and began sucking it. In seconds, he had another erection. This time, the daughter climbed on top of his hard dick. The mother squatted over his face for a cunt-lapping job. Close-ups shifted from his cock sliding in and out of the cunt to his tongue lapping at his wife's pussy.
When the picture ended, Karl turned up the lights. Rita blinked her eyes, adjusting from the darkness. Al clapped his hands. "Well, let's get started!" he said.
She turned to see both men had disrobed. The movie had held her attention and she didn't hear them removing their clothes. Al and Karl had stiff cocks ready for action.
"The night's young yet!" Karl said. "First, our friend here is gonna do a little dance for us."
He turned on a record player. The music was Mediterranean, belly dancing music. "Okay, Rita, do your stuff! Take off your clothes and show us how you belly dance!"
Rita removed her clothes and stood before them nude. She listened to the music, waiting to move into the rhythm. With only an impression of what belly dancing was like, Rita moved her feet in place. While her feet shifted in tempo to the music, she undulated her torso in sinuous gyrations.
Her rounded tits jiggled as she swayed to the rhythmic sounds. The men clapped their hands to keep time with the dancing. She did a slow sensual pirouette and her tits swung back and forth in their own erratic dance. Karl and Al hooted and whistled in lustful approval.
Rita's movements were raw and seductive. She made up her own steps as she tried to emulate a belly dancer. Her body swayed. She cupped her enticing tits, fondling the well-shaped breasts in a slow sensuous manner.
Raising her hands above her head, she shook limp wrists. At the same time, she rotated her hips. It was a sensual gyration simulating coital movements. She turned around, shaking her ass at them with the same sinuous writhing.
The record finished. Karl shut off the player. "Okay! That was terrific, Rita! You always do a good job'"
The dogs began to bark. "Damn!" Karl swore. ("What the hell's bugging them?" directing the question more to himself.
"Prowlers maybe?" Al queried.
"If there are any, they're gonna be in for a surprise after I turn them loose!" Karl remarked, annoyed at the interruption. "I'll be right back! Why don't you two lay down on the gym mat and get better acquainted?"
Al nodded towards the mat and Rita lay down. He sat down alongside of her. Reaching for a succulent tit, he bowed his head. Her tit was sucked up into his rapacious mouth. His mouth nibbled on her tit while his fingers dug into her cuntal trench.
Rita steeled herself. She found a certain mental discipline. The erotic stimulation didn't arouse her. There was some moisture in her twat but she managed to control her passion. She wondered whether this indifference could be maintained for the rest of the evening.
Al mauled her cunt and sucked her tits for several minutes. Karl returned, swearing. "If there was anyone around, they ain't there anymore! I turned the damned dogs loose. They ran around the house and came back. I don't know whether they went to take a leak or what! I don't care!" He rubbed his hands together in eager contemplation.
"It's time for fun and games!" Karl announced. "You can fuck her cunt, Al," he offered, "and I'll get a blow job. And you're getting the better of the deal! She's not the greatest when it comes to giving head!"
"I'll take your word for it," Al replied. "Besides, I always wanted to fuck a shaved pussy!"
Al splayed her legs and fitted his cock into her cunt. Several cushions were removed from a couch and shoved under her hips to elevate her cunt.
Karl straddled her chest, kneeling. He rested his ass on her tits, sitting on them. Tilting forward he brought his eager prick to her mouth. The ruby cockhead was rubbed across her lips. "Start sucking!" he ordered.
Between her thighs, Rita was aware of the rhythmic penile strokes pumping back and forth. Her twat had tasted the presence of only three cocks. This fourth one wasn't as thick or as long as Karl's or Bud's. What it lacked in size, it made up for in action. Al's prick shuttled in and out in frenzied pistoning thrusts.
She heard him grunting, thrusting his prick into her twat with forceful drives. Each thrust moved her body a fraction of a space.
Above her face, Karl voiced his impatience, urging her to suck him off. Her mouth opened wide to permit the entrance of his eager dick. She was able to swing her arms in front of his thighs. One hand grasped his balls while she held his prick steady at the base with the other hand.
She wanted to end the evening as soon as possible. Al was almost ready to come, she Figured. He was pumping his cock like a pistoning oil rig.
The tonguing of Karl's cock was window dressing. Her curled fingers sliding up and down the shaft were doing the real job. She was doing a fist fucking job on him. Rita hoped he wouldn't notice the method being used.
Her tongue made a series of flickering licks across the crown of his cock. She pumped his prick in and out of her mouth. The rubbery lips rolled along the shaft in a moist friction. While her mouth slithered over his prick, Rita's licked the imprisoned portion of his hot flesh. The flattened oral blade pressed hard into his cock.
Al made constant comments of salacious approval as he moved his cock to and fro.
"Jeez! This is some cunt! All broads should have their hair shaved off! What a tight juicy cunt!" he remarked.
Rita ignored the remarks. It didn't provoke her. Her mental attitude had developed a kind of erotic immunity. She was impervious to the penile stimulation pumping insider her venereal furrow. There was no stimulation of her clitoris. That helped to keep her mind off any lascivious responses.
Her fingers continued to fondle Karl's balls and stroke his cock. He moved his hips in coital thrusts. Rita expected the seminal discharge to come gushing out any second. The urgent penile thrusts always signalled the approaching orgasm.
Both men seemed to be nearing the physiological moment. Al was fucking her cunt at a furious pace. Karl's heavy thrusts moved in cadence with his partner's movements.
The milky fluid spilled into her twat. Al drove his prick in deep as his come spewed out. She felt the strong throbs as each penile contraction shot out a glob of hot jism. One down and one more to go!
Karl's prick emptied its venereal tribute into her waiting mouth. His heavy strokes and his shifting balls telegraphed the thick orgasmic effusion.
Rita held the base of his shaft. She restricted the entry of his prick into her oral cavity. Swallowing his come was a grudging concession. There was no need to have him stab her tonsils also! She went through the ritual of drawing out the remaining residue of his come.
Karl stood up, his stiff prick a shrunken mass of flesh.
"Is the party over? May I go home now?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?" Karl snapped. "We were just getting warmed up. I'll tell you when we're finished."
He poured a round of drinks for Al and himself. They talked about Rita's sexual abilities. She listened to them discussing her merits like she was some form of inanimate object. What she felt or thought didn't matter! Her presence was for the purpose of their carnal abuse. Lighting up, Rita took heavy drags on the cigarette to disguise her irritation.
"Didja ever fuck a broad in the ass while someone was fucking her cunt at the same time?" Karl asked Al.
The question made Rita sit up with licentious interest. She experienced having her ass and cunt plugged. It was a single effort, not both at the same time! In spite of the circumstances and mental conditioning, Rita found herself aroused.
Two men fucking her at the same time! She sensed the stirrings of libidinous inclinations within her. How and what would, it be like to be double clipped? A strong itching grew in her vulva. Rita was anxious to have them start.
"Shit!" Al exclaimed, "I never fucked a broad in the ass with or without someone screwing her up front. No kidding! Can I give it to her up the back door?"
"You bet!" Karl assured him. "You're gonna have a ball tonight! I hafta figure out how we're going to work this deal. It has to be done just right!"
Karl picked up the cushions and tossed them back on his couch then situated himself in a comfortable pose on them. His feet were stretched out. Rita was instructed to straddle his thighs. She fitted her snatch over his rigid rod, impaling herself on it. Karl moved his legs apart to give Al better access. His splayed legs parted her legs further, making Rita's ass more prominent.
"There's a jar of vaseline behind the bar," Karl said. "Better put some up her ass and on your dick," he suggested. "Otherwise, it'll be rough getting into her tight hole."
Rita was thankful for this consideration. Karl's dick was a snug fit inside her snatch. The heavy sweating began in her twat. She felt the exciting expectation of the act.
When Al stuck his lubricated finger up her ass, Rita pressed her quim deeper over Karl's cock. A thrilling shiver ran along her spine in anticipation of the rectal insertion.
Al pushed one buttock aside as he pressed his cockhead against her spincter. He kept a firm steady pressure on the shaft as it penetrated the tight hole. The inserted cock was buried up to its hilt in her anal canal. Karl's parted legs made it easy for him to get up close.
To Rita, this was a discovered erotic pleasure. She felt a voluptuous surge sweep through her pores. The twin cocks bored into her venereal orifices. There was a wall of muscle between her rectum and vagina. Her sensitive flesh detected the two cocks pressing on it.
Karl remained motionless, letting his prick rest in her damp quim. For the time being, Al would do all the work. Rita allowed herself the luxury of enjoying this fuck.
Karl reached for her tits using soft kneading squeezes. His fingers pinched the tips with a gentle pressure. She felt the nipples stiffening.
Al's prick slid in and out of her anal sheath. The friction of his cock scraping along evoked new erotic thrills. Karp picked up the beat from Al's rhythm. They worked in tandem. Karl shoved upward and Al returned his dick to its rectal resting place, Karl retreated with his shaft.
Their coital movements were synchronized. Rita felt the intensity of their lustful stimulation in her ass and twat. She murmured in ecstatic rapture as the erotic intoxication permeated her senses.
The lips of her spincter were compressed in a venereal kiss about Al's cock. Her elastic asshole offered a reluctant surrender to its departure. On the return of his prick, her rectum welcomed the arrival of his lascivious lance.
She felt intense sexual heat from the rhythm of their fucking. Their coital strokes were like pneumatic drills burrowing into her flesh. Al shoved his cock deep into her ass and Karl pulled back. Karl reversed the stroke, driving his prick forward. Al shifted in a partial withdrawal. They maintained this penile shuttle at a rapid steady pace.
Rita felt the heat from the friction of Al's shaft. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "AHERR!" Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moans. "Aherrr! Aherrr!" The prick working in her moist cunt started a fire of erotic rapture. Her entire bottom was being consumed in a sexual conflagration.
The temperature became more intense. Rita felt the glow diffusing itself. She could almost picture steam pouring out of her twin holes.
Al's pelvis tapped against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His breathing pattern changed. He was exerting more effort. His driving cock moved harder and faster.
"Nnrrr! Nnrrr!" His deep rasping grunts vibrated in his chest.
Karl's warm alcoholic breath blew into her face. He was expending energy also from his efforts.
Rita felt a lascivious turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to erupt at any moment. At the start, the stimulation elicited gentle murmurs. As the intensity grew, she became more animated. She emitted her own animalistic growls. "Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!"
She tried to synchronize her movements with the penile strokes of the two men fucking her holes.
A perverse exuberance took hold of her. "Fuck me, fuck me! Give me more, more! I can feel those juicy cocks in me! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted them in frantic pleas. "Oh, yessss! that's it! Great, great!"
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated her ass from her cunt. She could feel their renewed pounding. Rita wondered it their pricks would break through.
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Rita's pores were saturated with the exquisite piquancy of erotic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the sensual voluptuousness streamed through her body.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up! Just a litttle bit more!" she pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER!" Her urgings were loud and strident. "I'm coming again! I'm shooting another load! Where is it all coming from? Now, NOWWW! I'M COMM-MINNGGG! YAHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She reached out and grabbed Karl's shoulders. Throwing back her head, a cry burst from her throat. From the forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spasmic emissions from Al's cock spilt into her rectal sheath. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Karl completed the cycle, flooding her pussy with his hot jism.
Her twin holes tingled with the voluptuous pulsations of their venereal tribute. She absorbed the throbbing palpitations of their pricks. The surrounding flesh of her erogenous holes matched their erotic throbs with vibrant beats of her own.
The sexual storm that shook the three participants had abated. It left them spent. They remained fused together for several minutes. Al and Rita's forms pressed down on Karl's supine body. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return.
Al withdrew his detumescent shaft from her flooded quim first. Freed of his weight, Rita struggled to separate herself from Karl. His cock also suffered the same fate as Al's sex piece. Shrunken, it hung limp in a bedraggled heap.
Rita felt come trickling out of her ass and cunt. The lascivious fever that burned within her was dissipating. Her temperature returned to normal.
This had been the wildest sex scene she ever experienced. It had aroused her to extreme erotic rapture. Too bad it was with Al and Karl! For a brief moment, she envisioned doing it with Bud and Dave. She couldn't understand how Dave got into her sex fantasies!
"What a piece of ass!" Al exclaimed in enthusiastic approval. "And I do mean ass! It was tight like a virgin's cunt! Fantastic!"
"That's why I gave it to ya!" Karl slurred. "Didja hear the way she was screaming for more?"
Rita regretted the momentary display of her passions. She was carried away by the erotic arousal.
"Look! You've had your fun! Can I leave now? I have a sick mother at home and she's all alone!" Rita said.
"Yeh, yeh!" Karl answered in mild exasperation. "Go on! We'll catch you again some other night!"
"You bet!" Al joined in. "I love fucking that ass!"
She dressed and started up the basement stairs. "Would you mind shewing me to the door?" she asked Karl, "just in case your dogs won't let me out!"
Karl laughed and padded bare-assed after her. "Yeh! We wouldn't want those mutts to get into my private stock, would we?"
He escorted her to the door and let her out. There was a slight chill in the air. Rita shuddered. It wasn't from the cold! She wondered how much longer this situation would continue. The unanswered question was frightening!
CHAPTER SEVEN
In spite of this carnal liaison with Karl, Rita found there were moments of erotic pleasure. He was repulsive and their relationship was distasteful. Yet, when he involved her in certain sex acts, she surrendered in total licentious abandon. The menage a trois they participated in was a thrilling experience. It aroused her fully.
At home, Rita went through a bath ritual including a douche to cleanse herself. She associated the ablution with some kind of purifying act. This constant involvement with Karl preyed on her mind. The persistant thought was beginning to affect her business as well.
Rita was surprised to see Dave Corley come into her store the next morning. He gave her a warm smile.
"Hi!" he greeted her. "Do you mind if I pay you a social call?"
She was annoyed at his appearance. His presence was probably a follow-up to her sudden departure. Rita didn't welcome his prying then!
"Not really!" her voice held a hostile tone. "I'm very busy!"
He looked around the store. "You're not serious?" he queried in mild amazement. I'm here as a friend. I think I should get equal time with Karl Bollard."
Her face flushed. "How ... what ... who's Karl Bollard?" she gasped. His statement perturbed her. Her inchoate speech reflected her flustered state.
"You were at his house last night," he told her in a calm voice. "You don't strike me as the kind of woman who hires herself out without knowing who her client is!"
The embarrassed flush turned to an angry crimson. "How dare you accuse me of being a ... a ... whore! You have some damned nerve coming into my store and discussing my private business!"
He held up his hand in a placating gesture. "Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy! I came here to be your friend. Let's not start off on the wrong foot!"
"I can't see how you can be my friend by sticking your nose into my private life!" she shouted at him.
"I don't usually take an interest in people that come into my place. It's strictly a business relationship," he informed her. "However, there was something about you that made me curious. Especially, when you rushed out of my place!"
"Good! Now you can rush out of my place and that will make us even!" she snapped back.
He laughed. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful when you're angry?" he asked.
"Look, Mr. Corley, I'm not interested in glib flattery. Why don't you leave, please?" she demanded.
Dave exhaled an exaggerated sigh. "I don't know! I went through a lot of trouble for you! I followed you to Bollard's place after I located you her. Then, I almost got caught by his dogs! That was a close one! Now, when you have a chance to get my help, you throw me out!"
"I don't need your help!" she snarled at him, her anger mounting. "No one asked you to be involved! What makes you think I need your help?"
"A lot of evidence points to that fact!" he replied. "Look! Close your store for about a half an hour! Who the hell buys doggie food at ten o'clock in the morning? Let me buy you a cup of coffee. We'll sit and talk! After we finish, if you still think I can't help you, I'll walk out of your life. Won't bother you again! Promise!"
She exhaled a long sigh of depressed surrender.
"All right! But I'd rather have the coffee here. Would you mind bringing it back? I don't feel up to discussing my problem in public. I'll get very emotional and ... and I don't want people to see me that way."
He nodded. "I understand. I'll be right back. How do you want your coffee?"
She told him and he hurried out. Rita trembled at the thought of relating her problems to Corley. Dave was still a stranger to her. The details of her situation were intimate. Yet, it couldn't be much worse than the interrogation she received when she first complained to the police. Dave represented a more sympathetic individual. Perhaps, he might be the answer to her prayers!
He returned with the two containers of coffee. Rita took a sip of coffee and lit up a cigarette. She exhaled a cloud of smoke in a quick nervous breath.
"Take your time!" Dave suggested in a soft soothing voice. "Tell it any way you want to! Remember! I'm here to help you. Don't worry! Anything you tell me will remain that way!"
In a low halting voice, Rita related the whole sordid matter. At times, she paused and her voice would break. Dave offered sympathetic solicitous remarks and gentle pats on the shoulder during the emotional halts. Rita pulled on the cigarette with nervous drags and continued.
During the recounting of the story, Dave listened without saying a word. He nodded as she spoke. He prompted her with understanding words. After Rita finished telling her story, she broke down. Tears streamed down her cheeks and sobs shook her frame.
Dave took her in his arms, embracing her, offering comfort.
"Do you want to get rid of this Bollard character?" Dave asked. "I know you do," he said without waiting for a reply. "But maybe subconsciously, you dig this crazy scene!"
Rita pulled away from his embrace. Disbelief showed through her tear stained face. "Is that what you think?"
"Not really! I just wanted to see what your reaction would be!" he replied. "How about coming back to my place and letting my finish that massage? You're tense now and the massage will do you a world of good."
"Will you help me get rid of this revolting animal?" she asked.
"I thought that was understood! Don't worry! I'll work out someway to straighten out Mr. Bollard. In the meantime, how about that massage? It's on the house," he offered.
"All right!" she agreed. She opened her purse and drew out some tissues. Blowing her nose, she wiped away the tears on her face. He watched as she applied fresh make-up.
She closed up the store and walked with him to his office. Dave led her to the white windowless room. Rita stepped behind the screen and undressed.
Dave's intervention in this situation was an answered prayer. During their first meeting, she experienced a mild attraction to him. With this development, the attraction grew. The interrupted massage had sparked a thrilling sensation. Her moist cunt indicated her anticipation of a resumption of that thrill. Perhaps, it might develop into something more exciting!
Rita stretched onto the table in a prone position. Dave's experienced hands moved over her neck and shoulders in soothing rubs. Her body relaxed under his talented fingers as he kneader her tight flesh. His hand travelled down her spine to her croup. The cunt juices oozed through her vaginal walls. Her passionate longings were aroused by his touch.
Dave removed the sheet, exposing her ass. She felt his trained hands moving over her buttocks in soothing caresses. Parting her legs, she grounded her moist quim into the mat underneath her.
A soft murmur of blissful approval rolled from her throat. "Mmmmmm!"
"You have a nice trim body, Rita!" Dave commented. "Do you do any kind of exercises?"
"No!" she replied in a dreamy voice, "I just watch my diet! That feels good!"
"Most people who get massages feel the same way. Just stay relaxed!"
An erotic thrill rolled along her spine. His fingers moved inside her buttocks without touching the spincter. He caught the inside of her thigh. The knuckles of his hand brushed against her fourchette. It was an accidental contact but it send shivers of erotic pleasure coursing through her.
The massage covered the back of her thighs and forelegs. Dave repeated the entire procedure using warm oil lotion. She felt a vibrant glow at the application of oil to her skin.
"You can turn over now!" Dave instructed. "You're done on this side."
Rita swung around without bothering to cover herself. She displayed herself with almost wanton abandon. Her hope was to arouse Dave with the sight of her nakedness.
"Do you usually shave your pubic hairs?" Dave asked. "Or is this some more of Bollard's work?"
She had omitted this fact in her story as well as her relationship with Bud. His question caught her off-guard and she blushed.
"Bollard did that!" she explained. "It was disgusting!"
"Oh, I don't know!" Dave remarked. "A few of my clients like the nude look. Personally, I think it adds to the sexiness of a woman. But it's all a matter of taste!"
Rita giggled. "I can see where your mind is!" Dave said.
He began to massage her throat. His hands slid down to her tits. She felt a charge of lascivious current surge into her. Dave fondled her boobs. Rita didn't care whether it was deliberate or not. The tactile squeezes filled her with delirious joy.
The massage continued along her rib cage and lower abdomen. His hands moved into the inguinal furrows and her thighs. Damn you! she sent a telepathic message. Stop teasing me. I wish you would try to fuck me. I'd love it!
Rita didn't want to act too promiscuous. She was grateful for his help and attracted to him. If she acted too forward, it might turn him away.
He finished the first part of the massage, down to her toes. Going over her body again, he applied the oil combined with massage.
"There!" he said in an exclamation of satisfaction, "The tension is gone! Usually, I have my clients take a warm shower first. It helps loosen them a little. What you need now is a warm shower, then a cold one, and another quick massage to tone up the flesh."
"Whatever you say! But a cold shower? Brrr! I'll freeze!" she said in a mild protest.
"Don't worry! It won't kill you! And I'll be there to make sure you use the cold water!" he impressed upon her.
Prior to the Bollard incidents, Rita would be reluctant to having a man watch her shower. Circumstances had changed all that!
"The next thing you'll be telling me is that you'll also wash me in the shower!" Rita responded with a boldness that surprised her. Coquetry was something she was unaccumstomed to.
"I've had occasion to supply this service to my clients," he confessed. "If that is you wish, I'll be happy to accommodate you. Let's go!"
He opened another door in the room and led her into a small shower room. Rita was handed a shower cap. "Just in case you want to keep your hair dry," Dave explained.
She watched him as he stripped off his clothes. The sight aroused her. Rita hoped the shower routine would lead to more exciting acts. She was already planning the instigation of the carnal charade.
Dave stood naked except for a jockstrap. Her eyes roved over his body in studied appraisal. The white cotton patch covered the evident bulge in his crotch. She knew he was excited as she!
"Aren't you going to take that thing off also?" she asked.
"There's no admonition given to people who use guns. Never point a gun unless you intend to use it!" Dave told her. "If I take off this jackstrap, it's going to result in my using what's hidden behind it!" he warned her.
"Is that bad or good?" Rita asked in a provocative tone.
"Tell me after the shower!" he replied, removing it.
A small gasp of pleased surprise escaped her lips. His prick quivered like a wire spring at the release. She gazed at the long fullness of his dong. It was quite a formidable weapon. Rita was eager to sample this venereal delicacy inside her anxious twat.
One of the books she read referred to a stud as well hung. There was no doubt about Dave's status! His large hard-on and the heavy sac suspended behind it qualified him.
Rita was ready to forego the shower and concentrate on getting fucked. Yet, the shower promised to offer other exciting facets.
"When do we start the shower?" she asked. He adjusted the water and turned it on full force. "Right now!" he announced, shoving her under the spray.
She was kept under the water for a few minutes, letting the warm cascade her frame. He pulled her out and began rubbing a bar of soap across her back. Her back was soaped. He massaged the creamy suds into her skin. His hand rolled down her back and soaped her buttocks.
Dave pushed his hand into the deep furrow of her ass. He rubbed the sphincter of her asshole. She wriggled her hips in sensual delight at the touch. His finger pressed into the sepia crinkled orifice. The probing digit evoked ecstatic thrills. Rita emitted little squeals of delight.
He removed his finger from her asshole. The soaping continued along her perineum and to the inside of her thighs. Rita was pushed under the shower when he finished. The warm spray of water washed off the scumy film.
She was turned around. Her throat and tits were coated with suds. This time, Dave paid more attention to her tits. He cupped the cantaloupe-shaped flesh, one at a time, lavishing salacious attention on it. His fingers caressed the large pink disc that anchored the tiny stub of a nipple.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned in erotic approval. The friction on the tip of her tit made the nipple stiffen. Dave treated the other tit to the same stimulating rub.
He turned his attention to the rest of her body. With the soap in his hand, he scrubbed her stomach. A thick film of soap suds was left on her stomach and shaved pubes. When his hand passed her cunt, she tried to press it closer to him. Dave teased her with a brief pass over the damp folds of skin.
Rita was completely covered with suds. He pushed her back under the water. The shower room echoed with her squeals of distress. She jumped and screamed while he held her under the cold shower. Dave kept her under the chilling water for a short time before he let her out.
"Ohh, Ohh!" she gasped in frustrated exasperation. "How could you do that to me without warning me? That was sadistic! That water was freezing! You're cruel!"
He laughed. "It wasn't that bad! I'll bet your skin is tingling now!"
She pouted, pretending petulance. "It still wasn't nice." Pointing to his cock, Rita said, "You warned me that if you point a gun, you're supposed to use it. Was that just talk?"
"No!" he shook his head. "I'll bet you never did it in a whirlpool tank!"
Rita followed him to another section of the room. Her teeth chattered. She was wet, cold, and shivering.
"I think this is some kind of deliberate torture," she commented. "That cold shower treatment is enough to cool off any aroused passion."
"Don't worry! When we get into the tank, you'll be hot again," he assured her.
Dave stepped into the large metal bin filled with water. At one end, an agitator moved the water in a churning swirl. He reached out to help Rita into the tub. The thought of getting fucked in a tub intrigued her.
She watched him as he slouched in the tub. "What do I do?" she asked.
He instructed her to squat over his cock, her back to him. As her bottom lowered over his rampart prick, Dave reached up to guide her quim over the waiting cockhead.
His cock fitted into the splayed cuntal slit. She felt some water pressed into her venereal cavern as the hard flesh fitted into her hole. The insertion completed, Rita sat astride his hips. Dave's prick was imbedded deep inside her watery snatch.
She felt his hard flesh lodged in her vaginal sheath. "Ride up and down!" he told her, "You know, like on a merry-go-round!"
Rita rode up and down. It was a strange feeling. Some water was in her twat and Dave's prick squishing around elicited sensuous sensations. This new position also piqued her salacious inclinations.
His cock was a piston withdrawing from her cuntal housing box. Raising her ass in a partial squat, she returned to the sitting position. The penile shaft drove into her quim with a powerful thrust. The force of the drive was absorbed by a small pool of water welled up in her twat. But the thrust forced some of the water out. There was a tickling sensation as the water squirted past the cuntal membranes.
A small portion of water seeped back in whenever she moved upward.
Rita shifted up and down, riding his fleshy pole. Dave moved in tandem with her, allowing her to do most of the work. She increased the rhythm. There was a dull orgasmic throb beating in the bowels of her quim. It was a low growl! Not a roaring force! She didn't mind. The mild ecstatic bliss left her contented.
Most of the voluptuous sensation came from the friction of his large hard dick. The water flushing in and out of her snatch added to the lascivious thrill. She also enjoyed the active role she played. This time, her action controlled the tempo of the fucking.
Dave's pelvis bumped against her buttocks as he matched her cadence. She knew the quickened coital strokes would soon bring on his climax. Any moment, her coosy would be filled with his orgasmic tribute. The spasms in his cock began. A sharp contraction pulsated in her snatch. A forceful burst of come jetted into her cunt. Another contraction! Followed by a second spurt! And another, and another!
The force of his ejaculations diminished. Inside her twat, the hard piece of flesh grew soft. His stiff prick lost its rigidity. She lifted herself off his shrunken dick.
"That was fun and exciting!" Rita acknowledged, "But I'd rather do it where I can get a thrill also. I didn't have an orgasm!"
"I can take care of that right away!" he promised.
He jumped out of the tub and drew her to a large soapstone slab. It was large enough to accommodate a large body. The slab had a raised lip around it. There were several grooves running the length of the slab. At the foot of the slab was a drain.
"Hop on!" he invited. "We use this for special types of Scandinavian baths."
She stretched out on the slab. Dave picked up a hand spray and turned it on. Pressing the spray over her cunt, he adjusted a dial on the head.
The initial force startled Rita. She had a sudden need to take a piss. She voided her bladder. That personal problem resolved, Rita concentrated on the pressure of the water on her cunt.
This water spray was another new erotic discovery. The water pressure infused her with an exhilarating vitality. There was a certain tingling sensation resembling the thrills from the vibrators. The vibrators affected her from the inside out. The water spray was working outside in!
Slivers of the forceful water jet cut the tender sensitive flesh of her clitoris. The flesh remained intact. Only the feeling of the water's pressure gave Rita that impression. She found the effect exquisite torture. She shifted her body from side to side. The tremendous spray continued to titillate her erogenous flesh.
Rita closed her eyes. She relished this divine water play. "Ahhhh! " It was a soft sigh of satisfaction. The exclamation drifted from her lips.
The water spray continued to maintain its erotic glow. A slow churning in her loins gathered momentum. Soon, the momentum was a rushing juggernaut. Her pelvis thrust upward seeking the magnetism of the taunting water pressure. She arched her back, resting her body on her shoulders.
Her hips bucked in a phantom fuck. She pumped her pelvis, trying to shake loose the expanding orgasm inside of her.
"What a crazy way to come!" she exclaimed. "I'm coming! Oh, boy! Am I coming! This is wild!"
Rita experienced the titillating exhilaration of the orgasm. It was thrilling and exciting. There was something lacking, though!
She tried to put her finger on the answer. The water treatment had the same tingling effect as the vibrators. Yet, it didn't penetrate as much or provoke the same exquisite sensation. The answer came to her!
The missing ingredient was a good stiff cock! Even with a good cunt sucking, the presence of one or two fingers frigging inside the cunt helped. There were many ways to induce lascivious sensations. Each was a good way! In the long run, there was nothing like a cock!
Dave turned off the spray. "How was that?" he asked.
"Just like the other bit! Good but not great!" she replied. "Tell me! Do all your women clients get this kind of treatment?"
He laughed. "Not all of them! We have quite a few men that get this treatment. After all, we cater mostly to men."
Rita looked shocked. "You mean you give this kind of a treatment to your male customers?"
He tilted his head and gave her a mildly scornful look. "Come on, Rita! You should know better than that! I give my male clients the regular type massage. I have a licensed masseuse to handle the men for special treatments."
"You're right! I should have known better!" she apologized. She got off the slab! "Thanks for taking care of my tensions. Now, if you can take care of Bollard, that would make my day complete!"
He brought her back to the room where her clothes were. As they dressed, he spoke to her. "You'll have to make it back to your place alone. I have to stay here for my clients. Don't worry, though. We're going to take care of Mr. Bollard. I have to work out the details. But after tomorrow, that matter will be over."
"If he bothers you today, call me! I'll come right over. Otherwise, I'll stop by tomorrow morning and we'll have breakfast together."
She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You're beautiful! If you can get rid of Bollard for me, you can mane your own reward."
"Don't worry, I will! And I expect to collect!" he grinned.
"I'm looking forward to it!" she answered. Rita left his place feeling elated for the first time in several weeks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The rest of the day passed without incident. With no Bollard to mar the day, Rita was overjoyed. She greeted Bud with an exuberant salutation. He took her greeting as an indication they would resume their sexual relationship. His facial reaction reflected his disappointment when Rita failed to pursue it.
She didn't seem to notice the expression. Rita's thoughts were on the day's happenings. Dave Corley was now a part of her life. He had promised her to get rid of Bollard. An effervescent air pervaded her. She wished it was the following day. Bud was dismissed early and the shop closed. It was a good way to celebrate her good fortune.
Bollard wasn't out of her life yet! Dave's promise was good enough for her! One way or another, Bollard would stop harassing her! That was all Rita wanted. She went home to enjoy a good night's sleep.
She woke early the next day, anxious to hear Dave's plan. He had waited for her to arrive to open the store. Now they were seated in a booth having breakfast. He hadn't given her a chance to open the store.
"Here's Bollard's phone number," he said. "Call him and invite him over without the dogs. Thai's important! I'll be in the small bathroom in the back, waiting. When he gets to the store, invite him into the back. I'll take it from there!"
"Can't he prefer charges or something?" Rita queried. "You know! Isn't there something about your hands being a deadly weapon?"
Dave gave her an innocent look. "I don't know what you're talking about! You've been coming to my school for lessons in defense. Bollard attacked you and you defended yourself. You're on record that he raped you once. You have every right to protect your honor."
Rita laughed. "Do you think we can get away with it?"
"I don't know but I think Mr. Bollard will concentrate his efforts some where else after he recovers," Dave replied.
"Come on! I want to call him now!" Rita urged him.
She felt a quickening of her pulse at the impending confrontation. It was certain that Dave would use force to convince Karl to stop bothering her. Rita was looking forward to witnessing the incident. The sight of Karl being persuaded to stop annoying her would afford her some satisfaction.
Following Dave's instructions, Rita called Karl. She pretended her intimidated role. He accepted her invitation to come to the store without the dogs. Karl made his appearance in a half hour.
"You really dig me, huh?" Karl greeted her. He locked the door and put up the closed sign. "There's nothing like a good fuck to start the day off right! Let's go in the back room and have a little fun!"
Rita led him into the back of the store like a Judas goat. She maneuvered him close to the bathroom. Dave sprang out with a blood curdling yell. He grabbed Karl's arm and hurled him against a wall.
Karl's head struck the wall and he bounced off, dazed. Dave was on top of him. As he bounced off, Dave swung him into the wall again, banging his head once more.
Dave stiffened his fingers and jabbed his hand hard into Karl's kidney. "That should fix your kidney! You should be able to piss better!"
Karl groaned in pain. He caught another blow in the other kidney. Dave spun him around. He swung his hand, catching Karl with the back of his hand. Karl's head turned to one side. Dave brought the palm across his face on the return blow. It jerked Karl's face to the other side. He repeated the blows several times.
"I don't want to muss you up too much!" Dave told him. "Just enough for you to get the message! You're to leave Miss Miller alone!" he ordered in a threatening tone. "I don't even want you to ask her the time of day! If I find out that you so much as come within fifty yards of her, I'll chop you up and feed you to your dogs!" His voice was ominous. "Do you understand?"
The attack was so sudden, Karl was unable to think. While Dave was warning him, Karl's face was twisted with pain. An ugly scowl contorted his features as he glared at Dave in anger.
"I'll get you and that bitch!" Karl snarled back. "You're not going to get away with this!"
Dave stiffened his fingers and jabbed him in his abdomen. Karl groaned in pain and doubled over.
"Somehow, you're not getting the message, Karl! Your days of bullying helpless women are over! You sure as hell aren't frightening me!" Dave replied. "I'm going to repeat the message one more time then you repeat it!"
"I will never bother Miss Miller again! I will never call her or come near the store!" Dave banged his head against the wall to emphasize the message. He shook him several times. "Come on! I can't hear you!"
"All right, all right!" Karl agreed in grudging concession. He repeated the pledge.
"Good!" Dave approved. "Now, I'm going to escort you to the door and let you out. You're going to go home and forget you ever were here or knew Miss Miller. Right?"
"Fuck you!" Karl spat out the obscene oath.
Dave jabbed him in the abdomen again. "You're not even out of the store and you forgot the promise you just made!" Dave shook his head in mild disbelief. "You're either one of the dumbest pricks I ever met or a glutton for punishment! Maybe both!"
"I'm warning you! The next time I work you over, I'll reach down your throat and pull your balls up through your stomach! You're going to look awfully funny inside out!"
Dave grabbed Karl in an arm lock and led him to the door. Opening the door, he escorted him out. "It was nice seeing you again, Karl!" Dave pretended a casual meeting.
He said it aloud for the benefit of some passersby. When they were out of earshot, Dave lowered his voice. "Remember! If you step out of line, you'll never get another chance!" He pushed him away and returned to the store.
Karl stood glaring at him for a minute. Dave opened the door. Karl spit at him and missed. "Booo!" Dave shouted and made a move to attack him again. Karl turned and hurried away. Dave watched the retreating figure for a short while and returned to the store.
"Well, that's it! It's all over! I don't think he'll ever bother you again," Dave said.
"I can't thank you enough! How would you like to collect your reward?" she offered.
"I don't think we should do it here. Karl might come back here. I said might! He doesn't know me! Why don't we go over to my place?" he suggested.
"Okay!" Rita locked up the store. "Let's go!"
They returned to his place. He didn't take her in. Instead, he led her around the block. There was a large house in the back of his establishment.
"Do you live here?" Rita asked.
"It ain't much but I call it home!" he answered in a light vein. He led her into the house.
"Do you live here alone?" she continued her questioning, her curiosity piqued.
"Nope! My parents live here with me but they're away on a cruise!" he replied. "Is there anything else you'd like to know before we can enjoy ourselves?"
"I'm sorry! It's ... it's just that it seemed so strange for a man to live alone in such a big house without ... without being married!" she explained. "You're ... you're not married, are you?"
"What are you, some kind of a detective or are you writing a book?" he teased her.
"Aw, Dave, I'm sorry! It's just my feminine curiosity!" Rita apologized. She moved towards him.
An arm encircled her neck. Drawing his head closer, she locked her mouth over his lips. Her tongue rushed into his mouth. She pressed her pelvis against his crotch in a sinuous grind. He responded by pushing back, letting the growing bulge burrow into the hollow of her thighs.
Their tongues darted out and locked in an oral wrestling match. Rita attacked his tongue with rapacious sucks.
She fumbled with the zipper on his pants, opening it. An eager hand removed his hard cock. Her fingers were curled about the warm bony flesh.
Dave reached under her dress and hunted for her naked cunt. An erotic tingle rippled in expanding circles and touched her spine.
"Hsss!" She sucked in her breath as his hand groped along the dampened folds of her aroused pussy.
They remained welded this way, exchanging passionate kisses and teasing each other's genitals.
Dave interrupted their play. "Let's get comfortable!" he suggested. He removed his clothes. Rita followed his lead. He led her to his bed.
Their play was resumed. They kissed again and their hands returned to the erogenous stimulation. Dave rubbed her sensitive cunny while his other hand mauled a tit. His mouth left her lips and fastened over the tit. She felt the lascivious tug on her nipple from the oral suction of his sensual mouth.
"Ahhhrrr!" she groaned in blissful appreciation.
He shifted his position. Instinctively, she opened her thighs. Dave was gentle as he guided his prick past the moistened lips of her snatch. His cock was hard and thick. She sighed at the luxuriant contact. None of her previous experiences compared to the pleasurable wedge of flesh now reposing inside her twat.
Dave remained motionless. His prick was buried deep in her snatch. Neither one moved. Rita savored this moment of piquant pleasure. She stretched her legs wide and locked her limbs across his croup. It drove his spike deeped into her hole. Her hands closed about his back and pulled him closer.
His pelvis leisurely rotated in a grinding pattern as his fleshy stick stirred her bubbling venereal cauldron. It was sexual witchcraft. Both of them were concocting a love potion.
He raised his hips, making a slow partial withdrawal of his impacted dick. Lowering his trunk, Dave slipped his prick back into the cuntal repository. Back and forth in measured cadence, he fucked her hole. Rita responded by wriggling her ass. Her sideways movements and his fucking motions intensified the erotic thrill of the act.
Dave supported his body with one hand. He placed the other hand between their welded bodies. His fingers captured the stiff flesh of her clitoris. His bucking loins struck his fingers like a hammer. It jammed his hand into her clitty.
"Sorry ... honey...." he grunted between body thrusts, "this ... position ... isn't right ... for ... playing ... with ... you ... clitty!"
"That's all right!" she encouraged him. "You keep fucking me good. I'll do the rest!"
She slipped her fingers over the stimulated little bud. Rita rubbed her clitty while Dave concentrated on fucking her. He increased the tempo of his thrusts. The continued erotic friction provoked the glow of sensual delight. She felt the stirrings of an erogenous orgasm growing within her. His pistoning cock and her teasing fingers increased the thrilling agitation that seized her.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned. "That's lovely, Dave. That feels so good! I'm almost coming!"
Rita was in a transition state going from a blissful tranquility to an erotic violent fervor. She felt the tantilizing tentacles of sensual piquancy squeezing her venereal entrails. Deep within her cunt, the throbbing delerium of a climax began to increase. Any moment, the eruption of ecstasy would flow!
"Ohhherrr! Ohhherrr!" she moaned in ecstatic approval. The voluptuous thrill of a fermenting orgasm enveloped her. Her hands reached out and clutched a fistful of sheet. The bunched sheet was clenched in her tightly closed fists. She rolled her head from side to side in anguished pleasure.
"Ooooo! Fuck me, Dave, fuck me!" Her voice was a hoarse, urgent whisper. "Harder, harder!" she exhorted him. It was a low urgent plea.
"That's it, that's it! Oh, oh! Here ... it ... comessss! I'm coming! Kiss me! Fuck me! Squeeze me! More, more! I'm ... Ohhhhl AHHHRRGRRrrr!" She cried out in an anguished squeal of pleasure. The groan died down to a sustained gurgle.
Her body thrashed and writhed as her orgasm swept through every pore. She kept her ankles locked, holding him in a vise-like grip between her thighs. Every nerve ending and fibre in her body tingled. The sensual shock of a climax pulsated with a voluptuous intoxication. It made her quiver with sensual delight.
Dave's mouth was close to her ear. His breathing was heavier from the exertion. His warm breath tickled her ear, causing goose-bumps to blanket her body.
His cock pounded into her pussy with repeated strokes. She felt the orgasmic contrations of his prick palpitating against the walls of her quim. The cream-like aliment of his come shot out in staccato throbs.
Rita pressed her thighs tighter about Dave. Suddenly, she discovered a physical sexual phenomenon. By concentrating, she could flex her vaginal muscles. The muscles gently squeezed his cock. It also afforded her a new type of erogenous excitement. The discovery of this sexual exercise thrilled her.
Dave shoved his dick into her hot quim in a final thrust. He filled her hole with his hot jism. They were glued together as the violent climaxes subsided within them.
He gave her a quick loving peck on the lips. As he withdrew his withered cock, he said, "Where did you learn that trick?"
"What trick?" she asked.
"That loving squeeze job you did with the muscles in your cunt!" he answered. "It's really something!"
"It's something I learned when I was taught the facts of life!" she explained.
"Don't give me that!" he exclaimed in skeptical disbelief. "I've screwed quite a few in my lifetime! None of them ever did that!"
"Well, I guess this is your lucky day! I bet you have a few tricks of your own to turn women on!" Rita speculated.
"Would you like to see one of them?" he asked.
She thrilled at the thought of some sexual innovation. So far, every sexual experience with him had evoked a lascivious response. Rita looked forward to his promise with eager anticipation.
Dave got off the bed and rummaged through a drawer. He returned with something that looked like a string of beads.
"Is that a present?" she asked.
"Sort of!" he answered. "Pick up your legs and spread them wide!" he instructed her.
Rita followed his orders. The position of her outstretched legs gave him better access to her asshole. He began to stuff the beads into her hole. She was surprised by this preparation but didn't say a word. The insertion of the beads into her anus was hardly felt. This also seemed unusual. But then, the entire preparation was unusual!
-When he was finished, the only indication something was in her ass was a small string dangling out.
He opened a drawer in an end table and withdrew a hand vibrator. Rita's pulse quickened at the sight of the instrument. She knew the devastating rapture it could provoke.
Dave turned it on and touched her body. His vibrating fingers caught the tip of a tit in a gentle pinch. The tingling pulsations dug into the mound of flesh. She felt the prickling sensation slicing into her pores.
A deep moan of ecstatic pleasure rolled from her lips. "Mmmmmmm! That's nice!"
He shifted to her other tit, treating it to the same tantalizing tingles.
His hand moved over her body in a gentle massage. The use of the vibrator added voluptuous sensations to his manual stimulation. He moved down to the puffy lips of her pussy.
Rita shivered with delight as the tingling fingers played across her cuntal flesh. The walls of her snatch were oozing with a heavy dew. He reached under the cowl of flesh and captured her little button joy. Her body jerked at the lascivious contact.
Dave's fingers pressed into the root of her venereal papule. He pulled the reddish-pink flesh taut. The vibrating emanations from the instrument passed through his fingers into her clitty. She felt the pulsating pricklings burrowing into her sensitive clitty.
It passed through the erogenous node and into every fibre of her body. Every part of her was vibrant and alive. The violent turbulence began to churn in her loins.
She writhed and squirmed in the throes of an intense sensual seizure. A series of ecstatic moans left her lips. Her pelvis tumbled and gyrated in frantic coital movements.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm going to come!" she moaned in a rapturous sigh.
Rita's hips jerked. Dave had pulled the string, releasing a bead from her asshole.
The action interrupted the ready to explode orgasm. She felt a strange ripple spreading from the sphincter into her cunt. It was the craziest sensation! Rita had reached the peak of her orgasm. Any second, it would spill over! The sudden removal of one of the beads stopped it. Another mild erotic sensation took its place!
"Oh, boy! What was that?" she exclaimed.
"They're called love beads. How do you like them?" he asked. "Do you want me to stop or continue?"
"I don't know yet! I can't make up my mind.
Try it one or two more times!" she suggested.
Dave renewed the stimulation on her clitoris. The initial erotic agitation had died down. A few minutes of the vibrating treatment and the orgasm began to burgeon again. Rita's body moved in aroused animation. The sighs and groans of exquisite rapture issued from her throat.
"I'm going to come again!" she announced.
Dave tugged on the string, releasing two beads this time. Rita's body twitched as the beads scraped against the lips of her asshole. Once more the imminent orgasm was stopped.
Without waiting for her reaction, he started to arouse her passionate ardor. Her body bounced on the mattress in frantic gyrations. She closed her eyes, screwing up her face. Rita wanted to release the churning turbulence in her loins before the beads were pulled out.
Her tits rose and fell with her increased respiration. She was determined to enjoy a climax without interruptions. An erogenous vortex was swirling in her cunt. A grunt of exertion escaped her lips. The rest of the beads were pulled out of her ass. Rita lost it again!
There were seven more beads scraping along her asshole. Each bead popping out through her tight crinkled orifice sent little tingles through her.
"You're a sadist, Dave Corley!" she accused him with a frustrated pout. "Every time I was ready to have an orgasm, you killed it!"
"Didn't you like those love beads." he asked.
"Oh, it's a nice sensation! It's something different but it doesn't have the thrilling effect other things have," she commented. "How about letting me enjoy a climax?"
"Okay! Some women enjoy the beads! I guess different strokes for different folks! Well, here goes! This is for real!" he announced, placing his fingers on her clitoris!
She stretched out on her back, relaxed, waiting for the orgasm to grow again. His fingers pressed into her clitoris. The contact was an electric spark. Her body twitched as the voluptuous current filled her vaginal cavern. The pulsating tingles permeated her pores.
Rita's body moved in sinuous twists. She was secure in the thought that this time her libidinous needs would be satisfied. Her mind concentrated on finishing the interrupted orgasms.
She was caught up in the carnal vortex. Her pelvis pumped in coital thrusts while she emitted groans of exquisite rapture. The expanding venereal pressure exploded!
"Ohhmmm! That's good, that's good! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she moaned in a blissful sigh. She felt the copius flow filling her cuntal channel. "Ohhh! Mmmmmm! Lovely, lovely! Oh, I'd love a cock in me! Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged.
Dave pushed two fingers into the irriguous snatch. She felt him frigging her twat, sloshing through the sticky effusion collected there.
"More, more!" she pleaded. "Oh, that's good, that's good! I love it, I love it! It feels so good when I come!"
He watched her reaction. As Rita settled back to a normal state, he removed his fingers. His fingers were covered with a thick coating of her come.
"Open your mouth and shut your eyes and I'll give you something to make you wise," he recited.
He placed his fingers into her open mouth. "Taste!" he said.
She licked his fingers. "Mmmmm! It needs a little salt!" she remarked, joking.
Dave gave her a playful pat on the ass. "Stop kidding! I think it's time for you to get back to the store."
"Are you kidding!" she rejoined. "I've just started. It's my turn now!"
"What did you have in mind?" He gave her a puzzled look.
"It's my turn to wash you!" she replied. "You said you would let me!"
"Yes, that's true! But we're not in my place!" he answered.
"You have a shower here in your bathroom, don't you?" she asked.
"I guess you got me!" he sighed in mock resignation. "Okay! Let's go!"
CHAPTER NINE
During the vibrating session, Dave's cock achieved a rigid state. The sight was tempting to Rita. She had a desire to feel it filling her saturated snatch. There was time for that later. The thought of washing his firm taut body was more appealing.
As they moved into the bathroom, his prick lost some of its stiffness. The erection was still in evidence but a little soft. Even so, his relaxed hard-on held an attraction for her.
She felt a lance of excitement as they stepped into the tub. Dave adjusted the temperature of the water and switched in the shower. The water struck his shoulders and bounced off, sending a partial spray into her face.
Rita felt the lascivious flush of carnal expectations heating her vaginal furnace. This whole scene with Dave was a series of thrilling experiences.
Every facet of their sex play was exciting! She was eager to wash him. Her mind conjured up the licentious possibility of being fucked right there in the shower!
Dave had opened up a new world for her to enjoy. She relished every sensual minute of it. Rita hoped it would last forever.
Taking the washcloth, she swirled it in the water and soaped it up. Her soap filled hand scrubbed across his shoulders, back, and legs. She hurried through the motions of coating those areas with soap.
When she got to the buttocks, she soaped the firm fleshy asscheeks. The sex play made her very horny. Rita pushed a finger up his asshole. Her finger frigged his ass slowly, adding to her licentious pleasure.
Dave wriggled his ass while her finger massaged the tight hole. She shoved her finger in as far as it could go.
"I love doing this!" Rita exclaimed. "It's like I was fucking your ass!"
"I don't mind your finger!" Dave retorted, "Just so long as it's not a real cock!"
She gave him a playful slap on the ass. "Don't be so crude! Get under the water and wash off the soap. I still have to wash your front!"
He let the shower roll over his back. Turning around, he presented his front to her. Rita gazed down at his gorgeous cock. It was hard again in all its rampant glory.
The washcloth was heavily lathered. Dave's chest and stomach received a perfunctory soaping. With deliberate restraint, Rita avoided contact with his genitals. His thighs and shins were treated to a quick brush of the washcloth.
Bending down in a crouch, her face was level with his protruding dick. It stuck out from the center of his groin, straight, thick, and proud! Behind it hung the thick sac with the egg-shaped balls.
Her palm cupped his balls, fondling the fleshy stones. The cloth covered hand encompassed Dave's virile shaft. She pressed his cock under the head. The pressure seemed to increase the size of the cockhead. Rita examined the ruby conical shaped head with the tiny slit in the center. The flesh was a deep reddish-pink covered with patches of soap suds. It was a beautiful luscious prick! She hoped she could enjoy its pleasures for a long time.
Her curled fingers pumped up and down on his prong, exerting pressure and friction. As she stimulated him, a prickling sensation tingled inside her aroused box. Rita was tempted to stuff his lovely cock into her eager twat, soap and all!
Dave dipped his knees in a slight bend and rocked his hips in cadence with her stroking hand. His hands reached out and clasped her shoulders.
"Unnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's it! Faster, faster! Watch out! I'm going to shoot my load!"
Rita made a slight shift at the warning. Her hand felt the orgasmic spasm palpitating as his cock ejaculated the hot sperm. The first thick burst of come spurted in an arc of about a foot.
She felt his balls bounce in her palm with each forceful emission. The action reminded her of field gun firing. After a burst, the barrel recoiled and then sprung forward, firing another shell of glutinous fluid. There was a gradual decrease in the intensity of his climax.
"Milk it down!" Dave told her.
Her fingers clamped down at the base of his prong and moved towards the corona of his shaft. She could feel the rigidity of his hard-on disappearing. Rita pressed upward, forcing out the residue of his come from the urethra. One thick glob of come oozed out of the tiny slit. She passed the washcloth over it, wipping it away.
"Wash off the soap!" Rita told him.
Dave stepped under the shower. She reached for the water dials, shutting off the warm water. A tortured howl of surprise tore from his throat. He never expected the cold water treatment. Rita was moving out of the tub to avoid being subjected to the chilling cascade.
"Oh, you sneaky bitch! Come back here!" Dave shouted at her. He turned off the water.
Rita laughed. "Turn about is fair play! That makes up for yesterday. We're even! Come on! Get out of the tub and I'll dry you off."
He joined in her laughter. "I guess I had that coming! Okay, I'll let you dry me off!"
She wrapped a large terrycloth towel about him and rubbed him dry. They walked out of the bathroom with towels draped about them.
"Make me a cup of coffee. After I finish, I'll go back to the store," Rita said.
"How would you like to give up your store and start a new career?" Dave asked.
"What did you have in mind?" Rita replied.
"I was thinking of making you respectable," he answered.
"Is that a proposal?" she asked.
"Now what do you think?" he said.
"And what am I supposed to do while you're at the place giving massages to those women? Once you're married, you belong to me! I'm only interested in a one woman man!" Rita told him.
"You name it and you got it!" he agreed.
"How about teaching me how to give massages so that I can keep an eye on you?" she suggested.
"You'll have to go to school for that and obtain a license," he informed her. "But after you do, you got yourself a deal!"
"Okay, Mr. Corley, I accept!" Rita agreed. "Since I'm going to sell my business and become a lady of leisure soon, I might as well relax here for a little while longer. By the way! This is just a break! When we finish the coffee, we're going to play some more!"
"Are you really that sexy or just testing my stamina?" he wanted to know.
"Both!" she chuckled. "And I expect you to do a good job!"
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
"I'll let you know!"
Rita enjoyed the repartee. The past two weeks had been a living hell. Dave delivered her from her torment. The prospect of selling the store and getting married thrilled her. Running the store had been a millstone. It had prevented her from getting married. Everything was being resolved.
She got up from the table and sat in Dave's lap. Her had caressed the dormant lump of flesh. The manual ministration soon had his prick firming up. His cock lengthened into a hard shaft. She loved the feel of his prick stiffening in her palm. Her pussy started to salivate at the expectation of Dave's prick in action.
"Okay! Now that you got it nice and hard, what next?" he asked.
Rita bent over the table leaning on her flattened elbows. Her ass protruded in a provacative pose. She wriggled her hips in an inviting gesture.
"Let's see what you can do with this?" she challenged.
Dave moved up to her ass. He reached for a small tub of oleo on the table and removed a little pat. Rita laughed as some oleo was rubbed into her asshole.
"I've heard of oleo used on bread as a spread or as a substitute for butter. This is the first I ever knew it was good for a fucking lubricant!" she said.
"Necessity is the mother of invention!" he replied. "I didn't intend to go looking for vaseline. You want it in the ass! That's where you're going to get it!" he promised.
His prick pressed into the crinkled sepia hole. Dave held the hard bony flesh just below the crown. He guided his cock to the anal mooring. She felt his hot cock trying to penetrate past the elastic lips of her sphincter. The velvety tip of his shaft pushed past the yielding anus.
Rita thrilled as the initial invasion was completed. Dave kept a slow steady pressure on. His prong slid along her greased anal canal in a gradual insertion. Her ass was packed solid with his hot meat as his groin rested against the soft curve of her buttocks. His bristly pubic hairs scratched her skin in a gentle tickle.
He grabbed her hips for purchase. His prick shifted in a slow partial withdrawal. The cock was rammed back in with a forceful thrust. She felt the impact strike the muscles of her rectum. A lascivious throbbing began in her snatch. It was mild but very evident.
Dave maintained the slow rhythmic tempo. The gradual partial withdrawal followed by the strong thrust back. Each driving plunge sent erotic shivers through Rita. There was strength radiating from the tube of flesh as it pistoned back and forth in measured cadence.
He shoved his prick into her ass with grinding thrusts. Rita quivered with ecstatic joy at the voluptuous penile penetration. She loved the firm impaction in her rectal sheath. The presence of his stalwart phallus shuttling in and out of her asshole filled her with piquant pleasure.
Rita undulated her hips, scraping the confined space in her ass against his grinding cock. Dave moved his prick in faster strokes. She moved in tandem with him. Her ass rocked back and forth. He increased the tempo.
She knew he was going to shoot his load any moment. Inside her twat, the tickling sensation grew. Rita had plans to alleviate the itch there. For the time being, she wanted Dave to enjoy fucking her ass.
Her rectal muscles felt the convulsive spasms as he orgasmed. She closed her eyes to savor the bliss of his jism filling her hole.
Dave made a final deep shove as his cock relinquished the glutinous liquid. He pulled her buttocks closer to his crotch. His spuming shaft was deep in her rectum. She emitted a little squeal of pleasure. Her sensitive ass muscles detected the diminishing spasms of his climax. He withdrew his fleshy tube, now collapsed and soft.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asked.
"Yes! And I want you to do one more thing! I want you to go down on me!" she told him.
"What is this? Some kind of a qualifying test?" he asked. "Supposing I don't want to go down on you?"
"Stop playing games! You know you'd love to eat my pussy! Come on! Where do you want to do . it?" she answered.
"Let's go back to my bedroom. There's more room to move around!" he suggested.
Rita hurried to the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge. Dave knelt between her thighs.
His tongue swept inside the inguinal furrows. She felt the incipient signals of lascivious stirrings. Her snatch reacted with salacious salivating. He teased her with tantilizing licks all about her groin, avoiding her cunt.
She shuddered with voluptuous thrills as his tongue passed along the crack of her cunt. It brushed over the shaven pudenda. He lavished loving licks over the outer portals of her temple of love. His tongue tasted the erogenous flavor of a siiaven pussy. The contact of his lingual emissary sent chills tingling along her spine.
Dave sent his oral probe between the puffy labium. His tongue slid along the dampened folds of pinkish-red flesh. He pushed a hand under her buttocks seeking her anal buttonhole. An exploring finger made its entry and began to frig her ass.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in blissful approval.
She puched her ass down over his finger. He impaled her ass, moving his finger in deep thrusts. The combined oral and digital stimulation sent shock waves of erotic ecstasy coursing through her.
Dave's tongue twisted inside the vestibule of her vagina. It was a cork-screwing effect. The oral probe dug into her cuntal flesh with electrifying friction.
He altered his attack and switched to her clitoris. Rita felt his tongue sweep out of her twat up to the fleshy cowl that hid her little button of joy. With a rapacious swallow, he ingested her inflamed clitty. Dave lavished luxuriant wet kisses upon it. The tingling in her pussy was growing intense.
The shaft of her turgid piece of flesh was trapped firmly between his teeth. Its small bulbous head wavered back and forth as his tongue flicked across it in rapid motion. New shivers of delight shook her body.
She moaned in aroused approval of his oral ministrations. Rita arched her back and stiffened her body. Her quim was pressed closer to his mouth. He shifted his attention back to her vulva. As though he wanted to withhold the pleasure of coming from her.
The transition didn't eliminate the churning sensual exhilaration. Rita's system held the voluptuous vibrations at a constant level. Keeping it in abeyance for the final coup that would send orgasms exploding inside her box!
Dave's tongue penetrated her cunt as far as he could go. He let it sweep along the moistened walls of her quim. The pressure of his oral caresses stroked the smoldering furnace, increasing the tantilizing sexual torment stirring within her.
He removed his frigging finger from her asshole. His tongue slipped out of her slippery slit. It moved along her perineum, licking upwards towards the crack in her ass. The tip of his tongue pressed against the sepia sphincter.
Her cunt received a visit from a finger, substituting for the vagrant tongue. He frigged her cunt to keep it animated. She emitted little squeals. Dave was rimming her asshole and the contact was exquisite.
His tongue retraced its oral path. He returned to the attack on her clitoris. Dave sucked up the venereal papule. His sheathed teeth dug into the root of her clitty. He pulled the flesh taut.
Rita's hips wriggled in ecstatic convulsions. The tongue on her clitty flicked across the sensitive node in rapid oral slaps. There was no pain to the tongue whipping her clitty. She felt a sensual tingle flushing through her.
Her throbbing cunt seemed to burst. She bucked and squirmed her pelvis in quick choppy undulations. Between her movements and Dave's mouth, the friction or her clitoris increased. Inside her aroused pussy, the erogenous stimulation accelerated. She was aware of the voluptuous palpitations of a vaginal vortex stirring inside of her.
"Ohhh! That's good!" she moaned. "Suck me, suck me! I love it, I love it!" she declared in an urgent hoarse whisper. "Ohhh! More, more!" she whimpered.
A carnal exhultation seized her. Her hips rocked, suspended in mid-air, in frenzied coital thrusts. Dave kept his lips fastened to her clitty. She felt the sweet erotic torture of his teasing mouth. Rita's body shook in frantic simulated fucking motions.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Suck me, harder, harder!" she exhorted him. "You ... don't ... know ... how ... much...." she was struggling with the words. Her violent shakes were punctuated by incomplete sentence.
She was riding an express elevator plummeting to the ground in violent acceleration.
The orgasms were frequent and strong. Rita felt the sensual force pounding in her loins. She screamed. "It won't stop! I'm coming, I'm comm-MINGGGGG! YAHRRGRRRRR!"
A sluice opened and from the depths of her inflamed twat, an abundance of love juices poured out. Rita rewarded him with an ample discharge of elysian nectar. The overflow of her come ran down his chin.
Her cunt was pressed into Dav'e rapacious mouth as he swallowed her heavy cuntal outpourings. The piquant pulsations continued to send incandescent thrills through her body. A delirious intoxication filled her mouth. She was only aware of this erotic rapture.
For several minutes, Dave indulged her. He continued to extract her musky come. Sucking with vacuuming inhalations, he drew out all the love juices.
She lay limp on the bed. Her tense body returning to a normal state by degrees. The fever of passion cooled off. Soft moans of pleasurable appreciation floated from her lips. Her eyes were closed in blissful contemplation as she savored the piquant thrills she had experienced.
Rita looked up as Dave positioned himself in the hollow of her thighs. His thick hunk of meat was being stuffed into her coosy. It slid in without effort, aided by the lubrication of her jism.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured at the new erogenous contact. "I love the feel of your cock in me!"
His prick was buried in her cunt. He lay on top of her without moving.
"Let's see that trick you do with your cunt muscles!" he requested.
"You like it, huh?" Rita asked.
Without waiting for a reply, she twitched her vaginal muscles. His cock was treated to a series of soft quick squeezes. Her licentious inclinations were increased by this little game.
"It's more fun when you're actually fucking!" she told him.
"That's a hint, I take it!" he replied. His cock began to move in slow in and out thrusts.
Rita closed her eyes in blissful enjoyment. Being married to Dave was going to be a life time of ecstatic sex games. She opened her eyes. Raising her head, she gave him a quick kiss on his lips.
CHAPTER TEN
Rita returned to her store in a state of elation. Her love life had produced an impending marriage. The problem with Bollard was resolved in a satisfactory conclusion. All that remained was the disposal of her business.
She chided herself for not asking Dave his opinion before selling the store. The simplest way was to turn it over to a business broker or real estate agent. Rita was excited by the different developments precipitated in the course of twenty four hours.
Bud's entrance into the store gave her an idea. While he was a minor, the business was ideally suited for him.
"How would you like to own this store?" she asked him after answering his greeting.
He looked surprised. "Are you going to sell the store?"
"Yes!" she replied, her face glowing. "I'm going to be married soon. My future husband wants me to sell the business. I thought with your interest, you might talk to your family. It's not a bad business and we can work out terms suitable to both of us."
"Jeez! It won't be the same without you!" he replied. His face reflected his disappointment.
"I don't know whether you're referring to the business relationship or the sex," she commented.
"Both!" he answered. His face brightened. "Gee! If we don't have to pay too much money, maybe my family would consider buying this business! My mother and I could run the store during the week."
Rita nodded. "Good! And later, you and I can enjoy a final fling. Sort of Auld Lang Syne's sake! Okay?"
His face broadened in a grin. "Sure thing, Rita!"
"Call your home and tell them you're going to be a little late tonight! We don't want them upset because you won't be home right away," Rita told him. "We're going to have a real ball tonight!" she promised.
Her cunt started to itch at the salaciuos suggestion. Bud's young cock wasn't as thrilling as Dave's thick shaft. Yet, having sex with her young employee was still exciting. His enthusiasm made up for any lack in experience.
They had a quick meal at six. Rita sent him out for some hamburgers, french fries, and cokes. There were some customers but the traffic was light. By seven-fifteen, Rita was ready to close up.
The door was locked and the lights shut off. Rita removed her clothes and draped them in a neat pile over a chair. She turned to Bud who was stripping off his clothes in a hurry. Holding out her arms in an open invitation, she waited for him to join her.
He moved inside her arms. They embraced. Her hand gripped his hot hard flesh. His prick rested in the hollow of her fist. She pushed the cockhead into her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth over the tiny turgid flesh.
The contact sparked a current of erotic incandescence. Rita felt it moving through her loins. She stopped this little foreplay before it stimulated Bud too much. There was no point in having him waste a load on some licentious pastime.
She pressed her mouth to his as they kissed passionately. His tongue darted into her mouth. Her tongue caught his eager emissary and held it captive. Rita sucked on his tongue with lustful pulls. Both uttered murmurs of erotic ecstasy.
Their groans vibrated in the echo chambers of their sealed mouths.
Rita maintained her grip on his prick. Bud's hand was petting her pussy. The moisture from her twat coated his massaging fingers. Their bodies were welded together. They swayed as they tried to press into one solid mass.
The hold on his dick was abandoned. She put her arms about his buttocks. Each asscheek was cupped in a palm. With this grip, Rita pulled Bud closer to her crotch. His flexible hard-on slithered up her abdomen. The cock was sandwiched between them. Her stomach picked up the vibrant throbbing of his imprisoned prick.
Bud emulated her. His hands rested on her callipygian ass, pressing her to him. They kept this pose for several minutes while their lips continued to exchange ardent kisses.
"I think it's time for the real thing!" Rita suggested, drawing her mouth away. "Let's start off with something we can do together, like sixty-nine!"
They parted and Rita stretched out on the air mattress. Bud positioned himself above her with his prick dangling in her face.
He buried his face into her crotch, attacking her cunt like a ravenous animal. The vestibule of her anxious twat started to sweat profusely. His tongue no dug into the fleshy valley of her twat. Bud moved his stiffened tongue like an oral phallus. Rita felt the oral probe shuttling in and out of her aroused quim.
She undulated her pelvis in a slow grinding movement. It added to the luxurious voluptuousness of his exciting tongue.
Bud reached around her hips and clasped her buttocks in his hand. He pulled her crotch closer to his tantalizing mouth. His fingers splayed her asscheeks. The tension stretched her asshole a little. A slight itching began about the lips of her sphincter.
He managed to insert a finger into her asshole. Rita found asshole frigging compatible with cunt-lapping. She wondered whether it could be done while fucking! When she and Dave were married, they would have to do it to see if it could be done!
In the meantime, Bud was giving a good accounting of himself. He was becoming quite accomplished with his mouth. His tongue found the apex of her slit. Pressing his mouth firmly over her gash, he found her clitoris. He made humming sounds as he sucked deeply on her clitty.
Rita held his fleshy tube by the root. Her pursed lips curled about the tip of his prick. With a slow vacuuming suck, she drew his dick into her mouth.
Her cheeks collapsed as she suctioned in his hot cock. Bud's cock disappeared inch by inch into her oral cavity.
She pistoned his prick in and out of her mouth. It was a lovely peppermint candy cane. Rita was doing what so many children do with candy canes! Giving it strong licks while shuttling it in and out in quick strokes.
The pattern of the cock-sucking changed. His cock was held captive with her lips. Her tongue rolled around the ruby crown of his shaft. He emitted a low moan of sensual delight. The sound vibrated against her clitoris.
"Mmmmmmm!" she crooned in response to his moan. Her tongue continued to dance around his fleshy maypole. She absorbed as much of his cock as she was able to do. Her tongue lavished his prick with loving saliva as it danced over his hard flesh.
Bud's oral spatula rolled over her clitoris in fast lapping strokes. His humming and tonguing excited her more. She felt the provacative grip of his lips on her venereal node. A delicious throbbing started in the tiny engorged flesh held captive in his tantalizing mouth.
Somehow, he managed to insert a finger into her cunt. Now, he was frigging her ass and cunt! The triple stimulation intensified the carnal rapture that engulfed her.
Her pelvis writhed with the exquisite delirium mounting inside of her. "Ohhhmmmmm!" she moaned in ecstatic approval.
Rita's lascivious sounds and movements increased Bud's ardor. His fingers increased the tempo of the frigging. Her cunt, ass, and clitoris was bathed in a voluptuous aura.
Her stomach was filled with a churning that emanated from her quim. Or was it the clitoris? Whatever it was, there was a powerful pressure building up! In a moment, that pressure would explode within her!
Compressed lips against his fleshy tube rubbed over the sensitive skin in rapid kneading bites. She was jerking him off with her mouth.
He moved his pelvis in erratic twists and gyrations. His cock slid back and forth against her oral trap. She pushed a finger into his asshole. Rita wanted to feel the pulsations of his orgasm in his anal sheath. His penile movements indicated he was ready to shoot a load soon.
Bud pistoned his cock in rapid coital thrusts. His body trembled as he made a final heave. He stiffened as his orgasm geysered into her mouth. "Nnnngggrrrl" he groaned as the forceful emissions poured out. His mouth was still fastened to her clitoris.
Rita felt the throbbing spasms in his tight anal canal. Her mouth tasted the thick come filling her mouth. She swallowed his love juices, letting it trickle down her throat.
She made whimpering sounds as she drained out his hot jism. The pleasurable noises indicated her enjoyment of his thrilling orgasm. Once his prick grew soft, she released her oral hold on it. Freed from her carnal obligation, Rita was able to communicate her needs.
"Oh, oh! That's the way! Frig me! Harder, faster!" her voice was an urgent demand. "MMMMMMMM! Oh, yes! Yessssss! I'm coming! It's shooting out of me! Suck me, suck me harder! Drink it out of me!"
Bud responded to her urgings. His mouth chewed softly in quick jaw movements. He kept frigging her ass and cunt. Rita rocked her hips in frantic thrusts. As each ripple piquant pleasure squeezed inside her quim, she moved her pelvis in wild gyrations. She jammed her crotch hard into Bud's face.
"Catch my lovely come!" she insisted in an urgent hoarse whimper. "Suck it out of me! Drain me dry!" Her cry was ?n anguished plea.
His welded mouth suctioned in the copious eruption from her twat. He pressed his tongue into the venereal well to lap up the sappy discharge. Her sensitive cunt, tingling with multiple orgasms, was aware of his searching tongue. As he tried to drain out all of her come, a voluptuous surge of erotic rapture electrified her nerve endings. She felt it overflowing through her pores.
In the throes of a rapturous orgasm, Rita lifted her legs and brought them together. She tightened them about his neck. His head was locked in the depths of her thighs.
A blissful sigh of erotic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahhhrrrr!"
Bud stopped sucking her. His hands reached up and pushed her thighs apart to release her hold on him. He swung off and looked at her. His chin glistened with saliva and her come.
"Boy! You really get carried away when you get hot!" he exclaimed. "You almost strangled me with that head lock! I could have suffocated!"
She gave a good natured laugh. "Don't worry! I never heard of anyone suffocating from eating pussy! It's a shame we don't have any drinks to take a break. I could go for some coffee or a coke!"
"I could get dressed and go out to the diner and bring us back something!" he volunteered.
Rita hesitated. "No! I guess we better not! If anyone saw you going out and coming back to this darkened store, they might get ideas. We'll just have to rough it! Let's just sit here and talk for awhile!"
She lit up a cigarette. While she smoked, Rita discussed her terms of sale of the business. Bud listened, nodding from time to time. It seemed equitable. He had to sell it to his parents.
Rita got up and dumped the cigarette into the toilet bowl. "It's play time again!" she announced. "Are you ready or do you want a little more time to recharge your battery?"
His voice was eager. "Whenever you are! How do you want to do it this time?"
"I like it when you frig my asshole while we're doing something," she answered. "I was trying to figure out a way to fuck and get my ass frigged at the same time. I think I have it! Lay down!" she ordered.
Bud stretched out on the mattress. Rita gazed down at him. The illumination from the bathroom showed his prick in a partial erection. She knelt down. Cupping his balls with one hand, Rita stroked his shaft with the other.
"Got to have a good stiff cock for this position," she advised him. "You don't mind a little help, do you?"
"Uh-uh!"he grunted.
Under her ministrations, his prick grew hard as a rock. Satisfied with the results, Rita shifted around.
She lay on top of him, her head facing his feet.
Her hands fumbled to stuff his dick into her hole. Bud helped to guide his phallus missile into her launching pad. Rita shifted until his prick was buried up to the hilt in her anxious snatch.
Rita was excited by the use of this position. It was unusual but it afforded pressure on her clitoris. The tip of her clitty was pressed against the flesh of his thighs. She though it was wild! The inverted position also gave her the impression of a deeper penetration.
"Play with my ass for a while!" she suggested.
Bud's hands caressed the firm pads of her ass. He fondled and squeezed the spongy flesh. Rita was in a state of erotic euphoria. A nice cock was in delicious repose in her snatch. Her ass was being fondled with erogenous caresses. Soon, a finger would start tantalizing the muscles in her rectal sheath.
She felt a finger stretch the elastic lips of the puckered orifice. Another finger pressed against the first occupant of her hole. She opened her mouth in silent agony. The use of his two forefingers was not 'ike a cock insinuating its presence in her orifice.
No lubrication for the anal entry was used. It was a rough penetration. The friction of the two fingers passing into her asshole stirred an erotic piquancy in her. The sensation passed from the sphincter down into her quim.
Once she acclimated to the discomfort of the rough insertion, Rita found the digital impaction tolerable.
The exotic fucking style she had chosen needed to be executed just right! If she shifted too far forward, there was danger of Bud's prick slipping out. There would be more time spent trying to get the cock back in than fucking!
Her forward motion had to be measured. The return thrust didn't warrant any concern.
Rita shifted her body towards Bud's toes. She had to approximate the length of withdrawal. Her judgment was based on feel. Sliding forward a short distance, she pushed herself back. The force drove his prick deep into her snatch.
His cockhead rammed into her vaginal wall. The impact sent a lascivious jolt through her nervous system. She thrilled at the violent erogenous contact. It was just the desired effect she wanted!
Bud's fingers continued to piston in her asshole. Rita wriggled her ass. The hard cock was moored in her cunt. She felt assured by the comfortable venereal impaction. Everything depended upon timing! Rita was making sure she had the right rhythm. Once she had that, the rest would be a very thrilling fuck.
Her body moved forward and the imbedded cork moved out of her cunt. She shoved back. The dick slid back in. After a few more tentative strokes, Rita found the right beat. She moved with more confidence.
She shuttled back and forth, letting her clitoris rub over Bud's legs. Enjoyment of sex, Rita decided, was predicated upon the erotic thrill and the novelty of the act. At times, just changing the usual position could afford more enjoyment.
The position she dreamed up satisfied her requirements. It allowed her ass to be frigged at the same time. The cock seemed to get deeper penetration into her snatch. Her clitty was stimulated at the same time. Last, it wasn't the usual position most couples assumed.
"Hey! This is some wild way to screw!" Bud exclaimed. "You're doing all the work and I'm getting half the fun!"
He was in a supine position. Rita's body on top of his kept him flat. It didn't affect his hand movements.
"Just keep frigging, honey! I'll do the rest!" she replied.
Rita continued to slide back and forth over his prick. The friction of his shaft sparked the voluptuous erotic currents. She found the thrilling emanations filtering throughout her body. On the backstroke, when his cock was harbored in her cuntal canal, Rita discovered a new exciting sensation.
With his prick buried, she tumbled her pelvis, grinding it into her thighs. The movement created new friction on her clitoris. It added to the lascivious frigging of her asshole. His cock prodded the walls of her snatch with sensual provocation.
Her pelvic movements were sufficient to generate coital stimulation for Bud. "Hunnrr! Hunnrr!" She made rasping grunting sounds, exerting in her movements.
His fingers pistoned faster in her asshole. He made little grunting sounds. Bud tried to move his hips in penile thrusts. She felt a coolness about her asshole as he withdrew his fingers.
Bud grabbed her about the ass in an embrace. He pulled her tighter to him as his orgasm erupted. She felt his come spattering over the walls of her cunt. Even the way his jism spurted into her twat seemed different! There seemed to be more force behind it!
A moan of sexual gratification escaped his lips. "Ahhrrr!"
Rita was approaching her orgasm. The erogenous sensation was burgeoning in her loins. Bud's climax triggered the release of her copious discharge. She uttered ecstatic groans and sighs of carnal rapture.
She impaled her pussy on his shaft, pressing down hard. The powerful paroxysms of his orgasm were diminishing. His cock softened and shrunk. Rita remained coupled to him for some time. When the last throb of her climax ended, she rolled off of him.
"Phew!" Bud exclaimed. "That was something! I never was turned on like this before! It must be the position!"
"Whatever it was, it was a good one!" she agreed.
He grew wistful. "I guess that's it, huh? After tonight, no more!"
"Don't make it sound like it's the end of the world, Bud!" she consoled him. "Look at it this way! Suppose we never fooled around in the first place! Then, there would be nothing to be sorry about! But we did! While it lasted, it was fun!"
"I guess you're right!" he replied in rueful agreement. "Can ... can I make a final request?" he asked, his voice hesitating.
"Sure! Tonight everything goes! Name it! Whatever you want, you got!" she offered.
"I ... I would like to fuck you between the tits and up your ass!" he blurted out.
Rita didn't mind being fucked in the ass. His other request intrigued her. It was something she had never done. Just the idea of it excited her! Being fucked between the tits! She gave quick consent to his request.
Lying down on the mattress, Rita awaited the anticipated lascivious gratification of another erotic game.
Bud straddled her chest. His cock was still soft. Sandwiching her ample boobs about his prick, he locked his dick into her fleshy vise. He rocked his hips back and forth. She felt the friction of his cock scraping against her soft tit flesh. His dick was still wet from their mutual come.
The abrasive penile flesh rubbing into her boobs sent gentle ripples of voluptuous sensations into her cunt. Her pussy started to sweat. She felt his cock growing harder between her twin mounds. Aside from the erogenous stimulation, Rita found the act a mild erotic gambol.
He released his hold on her tits. His cock was hard and ready. Bud stood up while Rita shifted into a receptive position.
She was on her hands and knees. Rita lowered her head by resting on her elbows. This elevated her ass for his entry. Bud got behind her and fitted his cockhead to the tight brownish hole.
In spite of the lack of lubrication, Bud managed an easy penetration into her ass. Her rectal sheath accommodated the venereal visitor in a loving slasp. He gripped her hips, jamming his cock as far as it could go into her hole. His balls flayed her thighs in gentle pats as he wriggled his hips from side to side.
Bud's cock dug into her rectal muscles, shifting with his wriggle. She rocked with him, adding to the voluptuous sensation of the contact.
He started the penile strokes with a slow cadence. His prick rode in and out. The partial withdrawal was leisurely. Bud rammed his shaft back with a forceful thrust.
Rita loved the impact. She inhaled, emitting a soft hiss of delight. "Hssssss!" The erotic itching started in her twat. Having her ass fucked was fine but it didn't help to alleviate the craving in her cunt!
She reached for her pussy with a hand. The stretching fingers slipped under the hooded flesh. Her fingers closed about the clitoris. An incandescent tingle shot up her arm at the contact. Rita began to massage the slippery tip of hard flesh.
"Mmmmmm! That's better!" she murmured.
Her self stimulation helped to increase the voluptuous pleasure. Bud continued to pump his fleshy spike into her ass. He alternated the strokes by rotating his hips, grinding his cock into the tight orifice. The constriction of her sphincter on his shaft increased the erotic friction.
She felt a fevered flush fill her face from the exhilarating contact and her own efforts. Her fingers tantalized the erogenous node. A voluptuous balloon began to expand in her loins. The lascivious palpitations grew stronger.
"Oh, yes! That's good!" she groaned in an ecstatic whimper. "Oh, fuck me, honey! Start pumping!" she urged.
Bud responded to her exhortations. He moved his cock in faster pistoning thrusts. "Huhrr! Huhrr!" he grunted in hoarse breathing. His balls bounced against her thighs at a faster pace. He pumped his eager cock into her anal abyss with a wild frenzy.
The frantic urgency. of his fucking was contagious. She answered his movements with hurried undulations of her own. Her hips rocked in simulated coital thrusts. Rita's pelvis swung in a series of erratic gyrations. She strummed her clitoris as though she was playing a banjo. Her fingers moved in rapid jerky waves over her clitty.
"I'm coming!" she announced. "Fuck, fuck! Harder, harder! Faster, faster! Oh, oh! I'm coming! It's shooting out of me! More, more!"
He quivered in sensual gratification as the throbbing constractions took hold of his cock. A series of thick strong emissions flowed into her ass. Bud clutched her ass to his crotch, straining to push his dick as deep as it would go into her hole.
"Ahhh!" he sighed in erotic contentment.
The orgasmic bubble burst in her venereal entrails. She felt the violent eruption "tear at her insides with a piquant throbbing. Bud's pulsating prick seemed synchronized with the palpitations in her cunt. The twin beats seemed to blend together in one big orgasmic throb.
Rita's fingers were soaked from the thick outpourings of her saturated snatch. Bud was still imbedded in her asshole. He was savoring the final minutes of their last fuck.
His cock finished spraying the linings of her ass with the glutinous come. He removed his withered prick. It came out of her ass with a soft moist popping sound.
"That was good!" Rita certified. "I really enjoyed it. It was the perfect way to end this affair. I'm sorry it has to end but it couldn't have been in a better way!"
"Yeh! I know what you mean!" Bud smiled. His smile bent into a sad expression. "Will I still work here until you sell the store?"
"Certainly! Don't be silly, Bud!" she chided him. "I hope your folks will buy the store. In the meantime, you still have your job here. The only thing that will change is our special relationship."
He reached out and fondled a tit. "I'm going to miss you!"
"Don't make it sound like a tragedy!" she said in a mild rebuff. "Where is that motel you mentioned? The one your friends go to! I'm sure you'll wind up there with one of the girls you know! Once that happens, you'll forget all about me."
Bud grinned. "That reminds me! May I use the phone? I just remembered! I can still make a date for this Saturday night! There's this broad I've been after!"
Rita chuckled. "You know where the phone is! Be my guest!"
She watched him as he hurried to the phone bare-assed. A smile played on her lips as she shook her head in mild exasperation.
Ah, youth, she thought! How fickle you are!
Rita was happy their separation had no adverse effects. Now she could concentrate on her future life with Dave.
