Marvie Martin fled her dull, repressive home for the excitement and the "beautiful people" of the city-but they made her an abused and tormented pawn in the games of sexual excess and deviation they played in their .... BIG CITY SIN
INTRODUCTION
Can an attractive girl, brought up in a small town, ever adjust to the sophisticated life of the big city? This is a frequently asked question, and one that should be explored on many separate levels-intellectual, emotional, moral, and others including the sexual level. Let us ask, then, can an attractive girl from a small town ever adjust sexually to the sophisticated, swinging life of the big city? Perhaps. But it takes quite an adjustment and quite a girl. All the years of moral upbringing have to be tossed to the wind and a new set of values, much less stringent, adopted.
Some girls make it and some don't. They usually have one thing in common at the outset: the desire to find fame, fortune, and/or a husband. Sometimes they accomplish all three, but most likely the dream explodes when this quest is not fulfilled. The final pages of stories about such girls will often mention suicide, mental breakdown, or retreat back to the small town. It takes a totally unique personality to "make it" in the big city.
Dr. Frank Tribur, Ph.D., in his book Today's Morals in Urban Life, states: "The young woman sets out for the top of the mountain. She wants fame and money and the right man. She is looking to find the realization of a dream, perhaps one she has been dreaming all her life long. She finds a job 'to tide her over' which is usually nondescript work in a dreary office, filled with dreary types who also arrived in the city to see their fortunes. And this is where she stays, unable to get any further, unable to adjust, unable to relate to anyone. The tears and frustrations of her moral upbringing on the farm or in the small city are constantly gnawing in the back of her head. Should she respond to the sexual advances of men (and even women), she will nevertheless feel guilty and it is the exceptional young woman who can find peace in such an atmosphere. She is suddenly in the midst of what she had been taught to be perversion and sin. How does one make such an abrupt change without guilt? And, we all know, guilt destroys."
Dr. Tribur notes that the "young girl coming to the big city in search of fame and fortune" is a cliche, but he also makes the point that cliches are often the most basic truth of all.
Anybody's Plaything by Mildred Thompson is based on that same cliche. Marvie Martin was voted the girl most likely to succeed as a model. She hated life in the small town as she attended high school, and she fled when she graduated. She remains very close to her parents, who love her enough to allow her to seek whatever it is she thinks she wants.
Marvie wants to be a top model, she wants her prince charming to come and sweep her off her feet, and she wants to make a lot of money. She goes for the jackpot, aims for the top of the mountain. And she comes crashing down.
What happens to Marvie Martin? She's shocked into the realization that sex is something everyone shares. After a terrifying experience in which she watches a sex act between two men-which could be enough to destroy a small town girl's mind all by itself-she is brutally raped. Her landlady throws her out, and she is befriended by Jean King, an older woman who works with Marvie. Jean seems to be a perfect roommate, loyal and loving, until Marvie realizes Jean is a swinger and sex is her life.
Marvie tries to adjust and conform to Jean's kind of life, realizing it is the only way to get near a modelling career. She undergoes mental torture as she tries everything-once-and then attempts to make it all work in her head, trying desperately to erase the guilt. Finally, she is driven to such a point in her relationships with various people-Jean; Phillip, the young photographer whom she loves; and Mark, Jean's sometimes lover-that she must make a decision about the rest of her life. Seeing all these people for what they are, she adds things up and comes up with an answer. And she acts on it.
In this book we have the cliche of the small town girl. We have the cliche of the big city and all its swinging people. We have the cliche of the casting couch. But anyone who has known a girl in this position or has been one, anyone who has lived in the sophisticated strata of the big urban centers, anyone who has tried to make it in the field of modelling or show business knows that these things are the reality of life. What we have here, taking a deeper look is a book based on simple reality and not on overused cliches.
Anybody's Plaything is an interesting study of a girl the reader will immediately know. She is a universal, someone seen every day on the streets of every city in the country. Marvie Martin is the girl next door, and we not only see her on the street, we get a deep look at what goes on behind her locked door at night.
And, as Dr. Tribur says, "Perhaps there is a little of this girl, this type of girl, in all of us."
Perhaps there is a little of Marvie Martin in all of us.
The Publishers
Chapter One
It had been a miserably hot week in the city. The part of summer when everyone felt as though they'd like to hop into a cold shower even though the air conditioner in the office was going full tilt.
"That blasted thing just keeps reminding you how hot it really is," moaned Marvie, dabbing at her upper lip with a wilted handkerchief as she listened to the steady drone of the motor which was supposed to push cool air throughout the old twelve-story building.
"Thank God it's Friday." She laughed at thinking about the old cliche, but perked up a bit at the prospect of getting to the nearby public swimming pool on one of her weekend days off. There sure was a lot of work around even a small apartment to get ready for another week and Marvie, unexperienced in housekeeping, found it took most of Saturday just to have a "free" day on Sunday.
She ran her hands under her full breasts, feeling the moisture which was soaking her light cotton dress. She tucked some of the fabric between her skin and the hot nylon undergarment. Oh, God, it will feel good to get out of these Establishment clothes and into a bikini, she thought, visualizing the cool breezes and the hot glances which would touch her ripe body.
She pushed restlessly at some papers on her desk and shot a cautious glance at the office clock. An hour and a half to go. She heaved a sigh and pretended to be engrossed in the papers on her desk but her mind raced backward to the previous night when she'd turned off the lights, thrown open wide the only window in her bachelorette apartment to try and catch a breath of air in the still night. "Bacholerette apartment, hah," she muttered. "It's more like a big closet with a window."
She slid her sticky dress over her head and then got a hairclip to hold her long brown hair atop her head. Next came the flimsy but confining bra and then the pink panties. She stretched the elastic of her panty hose and then peeled it down over her slender hips to her long coltlike legs. It, too, was finally off and she stood nude for a few minutes, her forehead wrinkled slightly as she rubbed at the spots made tender by the elastic which seared her skin in the heat.
Marvie stepped to the floor-length mirror to admire herself in the half light. Her body was as slimly lovely as the models she admired in the fashion magazines, the model her high school class prediction said she'd one day be. She'd checked in at all the modeling agencies in the city when she'd first arrived but each said they'd need a complete portfolio of pictures-an item which probably would run from three to five hundred dollars. So, she'd taken a job in a dingy office and was trying to save this huge amount from her meager salary.
Peaches and cream, she thought as she lovingly ran her fingers over the delicate breasts which stood proudly and perkily under her touch, the pink nipples like little rosebud decorations as she cupped them in her hands. She slid her fingers from the full warmth to over her slightly rounded stomach, her tiny hips, and the tops of her long shapely legs.
The honey hair over her mound was thick and velvety, almost like the fur of a kitten, she thought, toying with it and twining her fingers in the thick, curling brush.
Marvie had almost classic features which were framed by her hair when it hung about her shoulders in a long page boy dip and crowned her high forehead, accentuating her full lips and long-lashed gray-blue eyes when it was piled, like now, upon her head like a crown. She was just eighteen, a wholesome, attractive teenager with the promise of full womanhood.
She padded to the bathroom, a small area in the apartment, separated from the "living room" by a folding door. Absentmindedly, she took a jar of lotion from the shelf, uncapped the bottle and poured a generous amount of the light green fluid on one hand, placing the container on the washstand beside her. She massaged the lotion between her hands then ran her hands between her breasts and over the creamy mounds, covering them with the cool liquid. Putting more on her hands, she began to rub it lightly over her still damp skin. She massaged it onto her stomach, kneading gently the areas where her panties and hose had cut into her waist. More lotion was applied to her hips, down the long length of her lovely pubic forest and onto her legs. She saw the lotion, almost white on the brown fur, and rubbed it vigorously, imagining how it would feel if it were done by the fingers of a strong man. She shivered deliciously at the thought. She went into almost a trance as she detached the fingers of her hand from her own body and believed they were the fingers of a nameless, faceless lover. Her fingers parted the lovely forest and dipped into the honey pot, massaging so the lotion soon blended with the juices of her body. Her fingers ground into the thicket of hair and even deeper and deeper, massaging her vulva and dipping upward toward her womb until she twisted and turned, moaning with pleasure at the finger fucking of the not yet met lover. One hand crept to her breast and she teased the nipples as her other fingers ground into the juicy orifice.
The sound of the bottle falling from the washstand startled her and she tore her hands from her body, glancing around in fear that suddenly all of her neighbors had crowded into her room and were watching her. She heaved a sigh of relief that she was indeed alone and then glanced in the mirror to discover that her face was flushed and she felt even warmer than she had been before covering her body with the lotion.
Life in the big city hadn't been nearly as wonderful as she had imagined when she'd day dreamed in high school. There were lots of admiring glances as she walked down the street and winds roaring down the caverns formed by the tall buildings whipped her skirts. Lots of admiring glances and even many hot looks and hot hands reaching for her when she went to the pool and shucked off the prim little terrycloth robe she wore over her tiny bikini swimsuit. Lots of these but no knights in shining armor, no man who wanted to help her further her modeling career or "take her away from all this," no one who wanted to protect her innocence.
"Oh, how I want you. Oh, oooh, how I need you," she cried to a someday lover. She didn't know who he'd be or where he was but she felt the need for him as the blood of her youth swelled into her tiny vulva and pouted the nipples on her breasts.
Marvie moved to the window. It was quite dark by now but there was still only the promise of a cool breeze. She pulled a chair near the open window and looked out, confident that she could see but not be seen.
She was startled when the lights flashed on in the room across the building well and drew back deeper into the shadows of her own room. The apartment, she noticed, was small like hers and had the same dingy furniture, the same dull pictures on the wall and the same drab curtains pulled back to let light in during the day and some fresh air in the evening.
Her interest was aroused when two young- and terribly handsome-men entered the room. She ran her tongue over her lips and shot a glance at the clock, thinking she might be able to "arrange" to come home the same time as these two and possibly meet them. She knew it was only a matter of luck-bad luck-that she had not already met her knight in shining armor -and one of these might just be the man.
"Sit down, Don, make yourself comfortable," she heard the tall blond fellow tell his friend. Don, only slightly shorter and with dark curly hair, sat on the blue and white print chair. Crossing his legs, he took out a pipe and spent a few seconds filling and lighting it.
Oh. I really dig a man who smokes a pipe, Marvie thought, leaning a little closer to get a better look. The sill was cool against her bare breasts.
The host had gone to the small refrigerator for two bottles of beer which he opened, handing one to his guest. "Thanks, Paul."
"Hmmm, Don and Paul." Marvie laughed to herself, feeling she already knew more about these two than they knew about her. She licked her lips as they both took a long pull at the beer.
Paul sat on the arm of the chair, the hand holding the beer bottle dangling down the side. With his other hand he pushed back a lock of hair from Don's face and then did a thing which made Marvie suck in her breath. He leaned down and kissed Don long and full on his lips.
The two were unaware that they had a captive audience in Marvie. Wild horses couldn't have dragged her from her ringside seat.
Still holding the kiss, Paul ran his free hand up the leg of his dark-haired friend, all the way to his bulging crotch. Don set his bottle of beer on the floor and reached for his zipper. Sliding it down, he drew out his cock, the first Marvie had ever seen in the flesh. She'd gone on tours of the museums with school classes and, with the other girls, had looked-and giggled-at the nude statues, but that had been her only experience with the anatomy of a man.
This cock was long, the shaft was a glistening white and it had a head that was larger than the head of a cane, and red, almost angry-looking. It looked commanding and Marvie's eyes were riveted on it, fascinated.
Paul muttered something Marvie couldn't understand and then dropped to his knees on the floor. He ran his fingers the full length of the cock and then dipped his mouth toward it, flicking it with his tongue.
Marvie thought she'd choke and dipped her fingers to her honey pot, gripping fiercely at the brown furry mound.
Paul opened his mouth and closed his lips about the red head and Don squirmed with pleasure, his hands going to the blonde hair and weaving his fingers in the locks to draw his lover closer.
Marvie's breath was coming faster and her fingers were working frantically as she watched Paul's lips run the length of the shaft and his tongue roll around the swollen gland.
She gasped-a long, low, moaning gasp-a sound that carried in the night from her apartment to the one across the building well. The two men froze in position and then their attention swung to the window which framed her.
They could see her clearly as the light flooded across her face and hair, upon her alabaster white breasts with their knotted nipples. For a long second their eyes locked and then Marvie fled into the protecting darkness of her room, her face flooded with shame at the excitement she'd felt, bewilderment at her own feelings and at the passion of the men that she'd witnessed.
Marvie pressed against the wall, hardly daring to breath, knowing the pounding of her heart was filling the room. It was only seconds after she heard one of the men curse that the sound of a shade being lowered ripped the quiet and she could move again. She crept to her window and reached for the shade.
The night was long, and the room was blinding with heat as Marvie tossed on her narrow lumpy cot only feet from the men she was sure she could hear making love.
This was what she thought as the air conditioning droned and the perspiration formed again on her face and small rivulets ran between her breasts. There were a few moments when she wished she could be home again, sitting on the front porch, waiting for the gang to come by so they could have a soda at Farley's.
Almost without her knowing it, the office clock swept its hands to five o'clock and she was aroused from her remembrances of the night before by the activity of the others getting ready to leave, tidying up their desks, and gathering up their things. She glanced around and none of them were looking in her direction. They all seemed in a hurry to get away from the office and off to their own homes and friends. She cleared her desk and then stood up, stretching slightly. The movement arched her breasts and jutted out her tiny rump. She tugged at the dress which clung like a second skin and then she flushed as she noticed Mr. McIniss, the office manager, looking in her direction. It seemed as though she'd seen that look quite often on his face the past few weeks. It was one she'd seen before on the faces of older men at home-but it was different, too. More hungry-looking-and sort of knowing. It gave Marvie a sudden chill and she hurriedly gathered up her purse, almost running for the door. She stopped as he called her name.
"I just wanted to tell you that I've been noticing you-er-I mean your work," Marvie waited, just looking at the pudgy little man, quite bald, but, with vanity, combed a few locks of extra long hair over the top of his head. "You're doing a fine job. Fine job," he continued lamely. "Thank you," Marvie stammered, edging toward the door, wishing she'd been ready to leave with the other workers. He came closer. "I know you haven't been in the 'big city'," he laughed, "very long and you probably haven't had a chance to make any friends yet. If you have any problems-anything you'd like to talk over with a"-he hesitated-"a friend, please feel free to talk with me. After all, my dear, I'm old enough to be your fa-er-big brother or cousin." Marvie almost fainted in the heat when the strong smell of his breath hit her face. She felt limp and weak as he put his face close to hers and she could see his yellow, twisted teeth.
"Thank you. Thank you, Mr. McIniss. I appreciate it. I really do. I-ah-I have to go now. Some friends are waiting for me-downstairs- and I'm riding home with them." She let the sentence fade.
"Well, yes, of course, my dear. Run along," he said as he patted her arm. "Keep up the good work," he called to her retreating back.
Marvie fled to the elevator.
The first bus was too crowded for any more passengers so she had to wait in the grilling heat for the second one, just managing to wedge herself on that. She tried not to breathe deeply of the overheated body smell mingled with garlic and tobacco. It seemed like a lifetime before she reached her stop and could get into the only slightly less crowded street and then to her airless apartment.
She ran up the two flights of stairs and fumbled in her purse for the key to her apartment, not noticing the two swarthy men in the corridor. As she swung open the door, she was nearly knocked off her feet as they crowded in behind her. "Wahaaa-who are you," she demanded. "What do you want? You have the wrong apartment. I live here," she said to the men who were just standing and undressing her with their eyes.
"You get out or I'll call the police," Marvie said, starting for the door. The first man in the room shoved her rudely and she fell against the bed in the small room. "So you're the 'peeping torn'," said the man, licking his lips.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Marvie said, her voice trembling.
"Yeah, pretty little pussy, you're the one who looks into guys' apartments in the night. Don and Paul said you were a hot one and that you needed someone to take your mind off your neighbors' business. That's why we're here, baby. We're gonna take your mind off your neighbors."
Marvie's eyes widened and she pressed back against the bed as he moved purposefully toward her.
Oh, my God, she thought, they're going to rape me. Oh, God, help me. She raised up and opened her mouth to scream and was slammed back on the pillow by the man's open hand. Stunned, she looked toward the second man, hoping against hope that he would come to her rescue, but knowing he would not. He stood there with a lewd grin on his face. "Screw her, Carlos," he urged. "Lemme see ya fuck that hot little cunt," he whispered hoarsely.
The man called Carlos reached into his pocket and drew out a knife which he opened slowly. "No, no, no, please," Marvie moaned. "You can't." There were tears in her eyes and in her voice. "I'll scream. The neighbors will come. The police-" She tried to squirm from the bed, to get to her feet, but the man forced her back. He pulled a filthy handkerchief from his back pocket, grabbed her by the back of her long hair and gave a vicious yank. As she opened her mouth, he shoved the filthy rag into her mouth. "Hold her, Punk," he commanded his partner.
Punk grabbed her around the throat and held his hand across her mouth as Carlos moved closer with the knife blade: glistening. He pushed her short skirt even higher on her squirming legs. "Oh, baby, look at that ass," he breathed. His hands were hot and rough as he reached for her panties. Stretching the elastic, he ran the knife blade down the fabric, parting it completely to her crotch. Marvie writhed frantically on the small cot, rolling her eyes and retching against the rag in her dry mouth.
The knife blade again approached her and cut into the elastic of her panty hose. The rest of her tattered garments were dragged unceremoniously to her ankles, exposing her lovely virginal sex to the eager eyes of the two men.
Carlos pulled his shaft from his trousers. Marvie was surprised that it was not as large as the one she'd seen the night before. It was small and wrinkled. The man noticed her curious interest and grinned.
"Don't worry, little one. That's only part of it. There's more to come-and I do mean cum." He laughed and Marvie shivered, partly in fear and partly-she was shocked to note-with anticipation, something both men noticed.
Marvie stared at his tiny prick, uncomprehending for an instant, fearfully fascinated as it began to swell, and then with stark terror.
"That's a nice piece of ass if I ever seen one," Carlos said, running his hands up the inside of her legs, parting them so the heavy brush was parted and the pink of her cunt lips gleamed at him. "I'm gonna eat a lot of that cunt before I screw it off the bed." And he dipped his head to her squirming honeypot.
Marvie found it difficult to breathe. The room was still and hot and the handkerchief was choking her. This had to be a mistake, a hideous mistake. Any moment she would wake up and find it was all a bad dream. Oh, please let it just be a bad dream, she prayed. But the look on Carlos' face, the lust and the deliberate movements of his hands made her stomach lurch involuntarily. He can't mean-he can't mean to do it. He c-c-couldn't.
The stubby, unwashed fingers worked at her crotch. Carlos put his one hand under her back and crushed her against him while the hand buried in her private parts, twisting over and working into the passage between her silky thighs, his fingernails boring painfully into her soft resisting flesh. He forced his whole hand beneath her unwilling cunt until his short stubby fingers could touch the crease where her buttocks folded over her thigh and then he squeezed fiercely as he would squeeze a half-drained sponge.
Carlos' hand between her legs was cruelly hurting Marvie and she struggled to escape his probing and the hot dirty hands of Punk which held her shoulders and head. Tears of terror and helplessness streamed from her eyes and ran down the sides of her face to the bedding. She knew the muscular forearm with the straining tendons and arteries could force the buried hand to close like a steel vise and crush her tiny pulsating vulva. Her breath was coming in gasps and the burning sensation in her stomach grew in a fever pitch as Carlos' finger slid smoothly over the moistening cunt. The lubricant was pouring from her slit like water from a newly tapped spring. His finger trenched at the sensitive budlike clitoris, triggering it to a hardening knot and turning on the automatic sprinkler system inside her virginal walls. Marvie's nipples burst out like water blisters in a sympathetic response to the stimulation in her slit which flooded out onto Carlos' hand.
"Yeah, baby, get your pussy all in a lather because I'm hungry and you gotta feed me," Carlos panted, his finger continuing to assault the unexplored regions of her vagina, his wrist continuing to disappear between her legs.
Marvie raised her head slightly and felt a shock as Carlos' black greasy hair covered the face he stuck in her pussy. He rammed his lips against the tender fleshy folds, battering the lips with his nose and breathing heavily and snorting, much like a boar on the scent of a female in heat.
He grabbed both cheeks of her tiny ass and bobbed his mouth back and forth, covering his lower face with the juices from her streaming cunt. Marvie gagged again on the filthy cloth in her mouth and felt a terrible taste as her insides knotted. He began rocking her body in his hands, tonguing hard to get her thick life-giving cum. He was delighting in ploughing this virginal field that was sweet like honey and thick like the blood of life. He wanted to ram his prick deep into her belly and fuck her until she demanded he come back often and take her mind off her fairy neighbors. Her wet lips were parted and he dipped his tongue deep into her snatch which was writhing and twisting in his grasp. He sucked and tongued, heating her for when he could jackhammer his blunt thick spear up the warm dark tunnel into her belly.
The pink moist flesh of Marvie's naked vagina was a defenseless sacrifice to Carlos' working lips. His tongue tortured her by running in circles over the ragged pink edges of her clit, flicking and lashing until it was a throbbing tiny prong. He buried the full length of his slippery snake tongue into the warm flowing walls of her honeypot-forcing entry like a machine dedicated to ravishing her womb.
Marvie shook her head and moaned deep in her throat where the filthy handkerchief Carlos had forced there was taking every ounce of moisture from her parched mouth.
His mouth continued to stab at her aching vagina and she felt his whiskers rasp along her tender legs. She threw her body as much as she could, rearing her cunt upward and then away from him. He was strong-she fought against him and the man holding her head and arms prisoner but they were far stronger than she and their hands held her tight. Carlos forced her legs and tiny ass against the bed as his face buried itself in her cunt. His tongue dipped into the hair of her body and there was assault after assault against her squirming mound. His mouth brought an incessantly implemented barrage against her tender body and the burning sensation which had started in her cunt spread along her legs. He stopped for a moment and raised his head. A small piece of brown cunt hair clung to his salivary thick lips. "Hey, I think this baby does have a hot pot. I think she likes it," Carlos told his partner. Marvie rolled her eyes and tried to shake her head but the men were unaware or disinterested in her struggle, only in their own burning and building lust.
Marvie heaved a long quivering sigh that shook her to her clenched fingers and toes and a renewed freshet of tears drenched the bed beside her.
Carlos again parted Marvie's legs and draped them over his shoulders. His mouth swooped down like a hungry bird on its food, descending ravenously on her most intimate flesh, lipping it and sucking it powerfully. He tongued Marvie's twat from one end to the other, penetrating the virginal cunt, swishing his tongue well in to the girl's aching, throbbing hole. She sucked and chewed greedily at the whole of Marvie's unwilling cunt which leaked hot juices into his mouth.
"She's like a well," Carlos muttered. "You would be able to feed a starving army for a year from this well," he said, lapping again obscenely. "I don't know what you do for a living but you ought to go into the grocery business, cause with this supply you'd make a million overnight."
"Oh, what a piece of machinery. It needs a lot of oiling but I got it, baby. And I got a piece of meat for you that you'd never forget."
Marvie was only aware of the heavy breathing in the room, the aching of her loins and the sound of her own heart beating in staccato manner. She was responding to the crude touches of this man she didn't even know. Her lips were quivering and beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip and ran from her face to mingle with the tears on the spread beneath her.
As she rolled her eyes, she could see Carlos' partner Punk. He had been holding her with just one hand and arm and had opened his trousers with the other. He was frantically working his shaft. Marvie shivered. It was huge and Marvie blanched at the sight. It was huge, long and thick and leaking a clear fluid from the skin-covered end. The sight of the uncircumcised cock was disgusting to her with its bluntness. She thought it looked more like a dark heavy club that could do her much harm when she compared it with the slender white shaft which Paul had held in his mouth the night before. The cock lunged out from a thick tangle of greasy-looking hair and parts of his fishbelly white abdomen showed at the top of his trousers. The white sticky substance continued to leak from the small opening as he ran his hand over its length.
"Lemme get some, too, Carlos," he pleaded. "I got me a hard on that won't quit. Lemme use something other than your old snot rag to keep her quiet... huh, lemme?"
"I don't give a fuck what you do," Carlos snarled. "Just keep her quiet-and lemme alone," he growled, raising his head only momentarily from her warm tunnel.
Punk released his hold on Marvie and ripped the cloth from her mouth. As she started to take a deep breath and ease her aching throat, he jammed his full, swollen cock between her lips. "Now don't you bite down." He prodded into her dry throat. "Hell, this ain't any better than my hand," he muttered, making a deep rasping sound in his throat. He withdrew his cock, forced Marvie's mouth open and spit his full load into her throat, jamming his dirty prick back in place. "Yeah, that's better," he said, mouth fucking into his spit and saliva.
Marvie's throat worked to eject the intruder. "Keep it in. Swallow every drop," Punk commanded. She tried to keep the acrid liquid off her tongue by drawing it back in her throat but Punk lunged with his buttocks, jamming his cock against the underside of her half-rolled tongue, driving it back so far in her throat that she had difficulty breathing. She found she could only get a breath if she let the prong rest on the surface of her tongue and breathed through the corners of her mouth.
Punk had his fingers twined in her hair. His eyes were closed and he was crooning a little way back in this throat as he mouth fucked the girl. Each time she stopped moving her tongue, Punk would yank on her hair so viciously that tears would come to her eyes. She had to do what he wanted to survive-they might even kill her if she resisted their demand. She sucked hungrily at the choking cock, haltingly bringing her tongue into play against the surface of the prickskin. She continued working with her mouth, almost oblivious to Chios' continuing assault on her pussy.
He'd eaten lots of cunt before but this was the best. The perfume filled his nostrils and now he had a warm honey butter that teased his tongue and flowed down his throat. He was grateful to Don and Paul for paying him to get such a good thing. Their ideas about sex had revolted him but now he was glad that they liked it their way 'cause it gave him a chance to get what he liked best. Her pot flowed not with the acrid fumes that sometimes almost knocked him out or the distilled watery fluids that couldn't nourish a dying man but with a richness that made him dizzy.
Marvie's sucking was like a straw leading right to Punk's cumwalls and drawing his hot liquid seed up to drown her thirsty belly. Fluid dripped from the corners of Marvie's mouth and ran in tiny rivulets back down the length of the shiny pole that impaled her and cut off the air from her windpipe.
She lunged almost off the bed at a searing, jabbing, screaming pain as Carlos rammed his blood-swollen cock into her cunt. A long, low howl crept from her feet and escaped with an indescribable, bubbling, babbling muffled sound over the edges of the massive prick loading her throat. Every raw nerve in her female sensory machinery was raging at her. The prong was jabbing at her tender tunnel. The hard throbbing prick had parted the full fleshy hairlips of Marvie's clit. She shuddered but was unable to move with the pressure of Punk's body against her face and his prong impaling her throat. She tried to hold her breath against the tearing pain. The tip of Carlos' dick was just splitting her snatch.
His excited balls demanded that he lay into her-that he split her pussy and the muscles of his buttocks tightened as he rammed forward.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh!"
Marvie screamed as the broad fire-hot poker swizzled like a spinning rocket into the smooth virginal walls of her slit, breaking through the tight ring of her virginity and on, on, on into the warm, wet dark cavern deep in her body. The white hot shaft bore on, endlessly, mercilessly into the expanding tunnel.
She groaned and pushed against the double assault, at the depraved attack on her unprotected genitals.
She felt as though her entire lower body had suddenly been dipped into molten lead and she was covered with searing shock and pain at the savage ripping of her body. Carlos' blunt destructive cock ripped into her slit like a bullet tearing from a gun, stabbing and bayoneting the virginal tunnel with no thought of pain or damage, like a runaway railroad car racing off the track until his pelvis rock drilled into Marvie's split loins and his balls rocked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. The shaft tore through a million tiny silken threads deep in her body and the head rammed against the deepest spot of her belly.
"Goddamn, she's really tight. An honest-to-God virgin. The first one I've had since I was twelve," Carlos grunted. He pushed his gristle up inside her in a series of ramming lunges, a tidal wave of rammings, intent to pierce her through to her belly. He battered his stiff cock against every inch of the honeypot walls.
The more Marvie tried to escape him, the more her movements jammed her aching cunt against his shaft. Each movement on her part was an assist to him in his attack.
With one final jolt that caused a wave of pain to sweep the length of her body, Marvie tried to scream but her throat only closed tightly on Punk's shaft. It was at the same moment that both men reared and crashed into searing climaxes-and Marvie lost consciousness.
Carlos' thick penis inside Marvie's cunt started to shrink to softness and he withdrew it with a wet sucking sound, a thin transparent thread of cum still seeping from the head.
"Well, one thing for sure, she had the best fuck she's ever gonna get," Carlos boasted. He rested his hand on the sweat-soaked pussy hair, pressing the wet smooth surface.
"Yeah, Paul and Don put us onto a good thing," Punkie said, stuffing his wet limp cock into his filthy pants front. They paused and looked back at Marvie from the doorway. She lay completely limp, her legs still splayed as Carlos had left them, a small trickle of Punk's cum falling from the corner of her mouth.
"Hey, Carlos, you think she's okay? She sure looks lifeless. Ya didn't kill her did ya?"
"Hell, no," Carlos said. "Who ever heard of anybody getting fucked to death?"
They laughed obscenely and went out into the hall, pulling the door shut behind them.
When she regained her senses, Marvie found she was alone in the room. She moved ever so slightly and found that each inch of her body screamed in resentment at the movement. She tried her legs and found they would indeed barely support her weight. She wobbled to the washstand and turned on the faucets, moaning slightly. She moved slowly to the toilet and directed a torrential stream into the bowl.
"Oh, God, what will I do if I'm pregnant? Oh, oooh, no, what if I got some terrible disease from those horrible men?" Should she call the police? "I'd rather die than tell anyone about this." She sat on the toilet and wept bitterly, partly in shame and partly because she knew she had responded when that foul Carlos used his mouth, licking, tonguing, and nibbling. She raised herself and turned on the water in the tub. "A hot bath, that's what I need ... to scrub inside and out." She spat into the washbasin and then scrubbed her teeth several times, taking care not to look at her reflection in the mirror. She eased herself into the steaming water quite gingerly and lay back, still unable to admit she'd been raped.
"How-why-how could it have happened to me?" and her tears mingled with the water. She lay in the water for a long while, occasionally splashing some on her tear-stained and swollen face. Her aching muscles pulled under her legs and she almost yelped as she stepped from the tub and reached for a towel. Drying herself, Marvie still could not look in the mirror. She pulled a thin gown over her head and lay on the bed. It was another hot night and she would liked to have opened the window but she was fearful of again intruding on her neighbors across the building well. She turned on her stomach and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter Two
Marvie woke with a start the next morning -not sure for a moment where she was. It took a moment for the familiar room to swing into shape and she started to stretch luxuriously. It was only when her tender muscles rebelled at the unfamiliar pull that she remembered the night before and a flood of shame swept her. She glanced at the door and felt reassured when she saw the nightlatch firmly in place, something she only vaguely remembered doing before falling into bed. The room was hot and the air was still. She ran her fingers curiously over her body, almost expecting to find a great change had taken place. "I feel the same," she marveled. "I wonder if I look the same. Will people be able to tell by looking at me?"
Fearfully she rose from the small cot and gingerly walked into the tiny portion of the "bachelorette apartment" that served as her toilet. The mirror assured her that there was no noticeable change-if anything, her face had more color than usual, her eyes seemed slightly brighter. She blushed as she looked at herself and remembered the feel of that "awful" man's mouth on her most intimate parts. When she used the toilet again, she noticed the tissue had a slightly bloody stain. She marveled. "Now I must be a woman." Odd, she thought, I really feel pretty good. I don't feel all achy and restless. I wonder if that's part of becoming a woman? Well, I will be sure that nothing like this can happen again, I'll move. I'll go to an apartment where only girls are allowed and where there is a matron or a guard at the door.
Suddenly she realized she was starved and hurried to the refrigerator. Milk, eggs, bacon, toast ... yes, and juice. She hadn't had so good an appetite since she left home and had to do her own cooking.
Marvie dressed carefully, picking up her purse, she walked slowly down the stairs. "Good morning, Mrs. Willis," she called to her landlady.
"Miss Martin, I want to talk to you. I run a decent respectable place and I don't like young girls entertaining men in their apartments," the landlady began. "Oh, Mrs. Willis, I wasn't-I didn't-" The landlady held up a hand to stop her. "I don't want to hear anything from you. I know what went on last night-I heard. And that's the last time. You are on notice now and you have exactly one week to get out. I'm disgusted with you kids today. You came here looking so sweet and mealy-mouthed that butter wouldn't melt and then you pull off an orgy like this when you think no one's paying attention": I want you out of here and the sooner the better! I got a good mind to write your folks!"
Too shocked to answer, Marvie stood there while the landlady ranted and was speechless when she stalked into her own apartment, slamming the door.
It had been a beautiful clear day but it wasn't now as Marvie stumbled out into the sunlight. Who can I talk to-who can I tell-what will I do? She walked for hours, not seeing any of the street or noticing any of the people, not thinking any thoughts, just walking blindly.
"Well, Marvie, what are you doing in this part of the world? Marvie! Hi, it's me, Jean."
Jean was one of the girls in the office-one of the "older" ones, probably twenty-two or twenty-three, and awfully sophisticated-looking. Marvie hadn't thought for a moment that Jean even knew who she was but now Jean was being friendly-and Marvie was in need of a friend.
She almost cried at the girl's friendly greeting. "Hey, what's wrong? You look like you got the world on your shoulders." Marvie burst into tears. "Come on, you can't cry on the street. My place is just around the corner. I'll fix some iced tea and we can talk. You can tell good old Jean all about it." She handed Marvie a tissue and told her to dry her eyes.
Jean's apartment on the third floor was so beautiful that Marvie almost forgot her own problems. The carpet was thick and white and the chairs were deep and of brilliant colors. "Oh, this is really beautiful," Marvie breathed. "I've never seen anything like it outside of movies or a store window."
Jean chuckled at the younger girl's obvious delight at the apartment. She'd been in the "big city" since she was eighteen, since an unfortunate marriage, and felt she was pretty much the part of the metropolitan life. "Make yourself comfortable," she said,- waving her hand about the spacious room. "I'll rustle us something cold to drink and then we can settle down to some girl talk."
She went to the kitchen and Marvie could hear her opening the refrigerator, getting out ice cubes and then the clinking of glasses. "I didn't have a thing planned for today. It's too hot to do much of anything," she called from the kitchen. "I'm glad we ran into one another. I kind of felt in need of a friend today, too."
She returned with a silver tray holding tall chilled glasses of tea. Small wedges of lemons were on each glass and sprigs of mint floated on the top. "Have some cookies, too," she urged Marvie, "I didn't make them myself but there's a neat little bakery just down the block."
Marvie sat back on the deep violet velvet couch and sipped on her drink.
"Now, my small friend, tell momma what's the trouble," she said lightly. "Did you break a fingernail-or is it more serious-did your fellow back home marry someone else?"
Marvie's face clouded up. "Oh, Jean, it's much worse than that. It's something awful- something terrible. I don't know if I can even tell you." Marvie put down her glass and covered her face with her hands.
"Oh, say, I didn't mean to put you down. I didn't mean to make light of your troubles. You can tell me. I've been around the world at least twice in my tennis shoes and I doubt anything you could say would shock me. And I promise you, Marvie, it won't go any farther, no matter what it is."
Under her gentle questioning, Marvie told the older woman the whole story, starting with the night she saw the men across the hall to the visitors she had when she came home from work and the ultimatum her landlady had given her only a short time before. With only "the bastards" and the "old bitch," did Jean interrupt the flow of conversation which was punctuated with many tears.
"Honest, Jean, I don't know where to go or what to do. I imagine other landlords would want references and Mrs. Willis would sure never give me any I'd care to show anyone. And I only have a week to find a place," Marvie sobbed.
Jean left the room and returned with a cool damp towel. "Here, dry your eyes and listen to me for a minute. You don't have to wait a week and you don't even have to hunt for another place. This apartment is too big for me alone and the gal who used to share it with me got married. I've been kind of lonesome and thought about getting another roomie and you'd do just fine," she smiled approvingly.
"No, no, don't argue with me," Jean said as Marvie started to protest that this was "too much bother." "Everything happens for the best and I guess we were just supposed to meet today. You don't even have to worry about ever going back to that cruddy place. I have a friend who will go over and pack up your stuff in a minute flat and you'll be settled here before you know it."
Marvie could only smile gratefully.
True to her word, Jean called a friend, talked for a few minutes, then asked for Marvie's address. "Let me have your key, honey, I'll go with my friend and supervise things. You just make yourself comfortable until I get back." With that, she gave Marvie a little kiss on the cheek and a quick hug with her strong arms.
Marvie curled up on the couch after Jean left and was surprised to find she'd gone to sleep. She had only slightly awakened when she heard the sound of voices. It was Jean-with her friend. They were talking quietly in a corner. "Yes, she is lovely. You were right, Jean. She'll be a delicious addition to our crowd and a delight at one of our parties," said the tall, very handsome man who looked like a movie star, the kind Marvie had always hoped to see and had believed, while in high school, were in abundance in the "big city." A kind of knight in shining armor, except he wore white slacks and a kind of silk shirt.
"The poor baby's exhausted. We'll feed her, give her some rest, boost the old confidence and get some new clothes for her," Jean said.
Marvie just stirred a little and went back to sleep, thinking how wonderful it was after all these weeks to find such wonderful friends.
Chapter Three
Jean looked at her house guest asleep on the couch. She debated as to whether she should awaken her or let her sleep and then decided that sleep was probably more important. She put a lap robe nearby in case Marvie felt a chill toward morning, turned on a small night light by the door and another one in the bathroom.
"Guess that ought to take care of her now," she thought, and went to her bedroom, thinking how much she'd been like Marvie when she first came to the "big city."
Jean had been popular in school, but only with the boys. It wasn't because she was the prettiest girl in school or because she had the nicest clothes. It was just because she "put out" and the word got around school fast. It got around her small hometown fast, too, and things got so unpleasant that she quit school in her senior year, married a salesman passing through and spent two years of hell nursing an alcoholic before getting a divorce from him.
"I sure thought things were going to be better in the city, that I'd meet Mr. Right," she mused aloud as she brushed her short luxuriant red hair. She told her reflection in the mirror: "But all I met were a bunch of Mr. Wrongs; same as at home."
It wasn't just the nursing of Jerry, watching him constantly, bailing him out of police stations, and having him steal the money she made. The end came when he started bringing guys from off the street for her to service. That was the last and final way he came up with to make drinking money without working. "Work cuts into my drinking time," he frequently told her.
Drinking sure messed up a guy for sex, Jean learned early in their marriage. They fought violently about Jean being too demanding and Jerry being too disinterested. After one such violent scene, Jerry staggered out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Jerry was no piker, though, he only drank the best stuff bottled. Jean went to the kitchen after he'd stormed out and brought forth a bottle she'd hidden from him several days before it. She poured half a glass full, surveyed it for a second, then filled it to the top.
"If you can't lick 'em, join 'em," she muttered, raising the glass and gulping half its contents at one swallow. She choked and gasped as the fiery liquid churned down her throat and to her stomach. It only took a moment for it to settle then she liked the warm glow it cast over her, accenting even more, unfortunately, the heat which had been building up between her legs with Jerry's neglect. She finished the glass and found the bottom half wasn't nearly as strong as the first.
Taking the bottle with her, she wove her way back to their small living room. "The hell with a glass. I'll just sip the rest from here," she decided.
The room began spinning slightly when a key turned in the lock and the door swung open. She squinted in the dim light, trying to focus on Jerry. "So, you decided to come back, huh?" she said. "Well," said a man's voice hesitantly, "I'm not Jerry. I'm a friend of his."
"He's not here. Wander out to the nearest bar and you'll probably find him," Jean said drunkenly.
"Yeah, well, that's where I did find him. I just left him. He gave me his key. Said there was a friendly, sexy girl here and suggested I come over and keep her company."
"I'm not in a very friendly mood tonight and I haven't had enough sex lately to even remember what it was like," muttered Jean, "but come on, siddown and-hie-and I'll let shu schare my bobble-er-I mean boggle. Oh, what the hell, have a drink."
"My name's Mark," he told her, crossing the room to the couch. He took the bottle from her hands, lifted it to his mouth, and took a long hard pull. "Hey, you're too pretty to be sitting all alone like this," he said, moving close to Jean on the couch.
"Oh, get away. I told ya I was in a bad mood."
"Let me help you get over it," Mark said, moving to the radio and tuning in a sensuous Latin rhythm. He pulled Jean to her feet, almost supporting her. "Dance with me," he commanded. She was fluid against his body and not yet so drunk she could not feel the heat rising from his crotch which began to swell against their close bodies. "Hey, you're a great dancer." He dipped his head and ran his tongue along the edge of Jean's ear. The liquor had stimulated her and she pressed even closer.
Mark unzippered the back of her dress and ran a finger under the edge of her bra. He fingered the clasp with one hand, trying unsuccessfully to unfasten it. Putting both arms around her, he began nibbling her throat and ear while his fingers worked at the confining garment.
"Boy, baby, you got tits like a couple of cannon," he mumbled against her throat. The bra opened and he ran his hands across her slender back, pushing the straps over her shoulders until her breasts were completely exposed. He bent his head, still holding Jean close to his loins, and nibbled at her breasts. They reached up their rosebuds for his attention and he ran his tongue on them in circles as his hips ground into hers. They had by now stopped any pretense of dancing and stood on the floor, only their hips undulating to the music. Suddenly Mark raised his head and covered her mouth with his lips. She responded by opening her full eager lips and his tongue shot from his mouth and crashed into her teeth.
Jean, in a fog, thought for a second that she didn't even know this man but the heat from her body raged against her brain and she went limp at his soft persistent touch and tonguing. His tongue probed her mouth deeper and deeper until she could feel it prodding at her throat. She wanted to gag but she fought off the impulse and, instead, opened her throat to give him more access.
Between the heady liquor and the ready sex, Jean lapsed into a euphoric limbo as her inhibitions fell before her growing desire.
Mark raised his head. "God, you're beautiful." His mouth crushed hungrily against hers as he held one bare breast, ran his hand over her stomach, and gently began to massage her cunt. He kissed along her throat and rubbed the inside of her thighs with his searching hands.
"Get out of your damn clothes before I cum in my trousers," he said, pushing her toward the couch. "Ooooh, what if Jerry comes back?" "He won't. I promise you he won't," Mark said. He pushed up her dress and drew down her panties. She watched in a alcoholic fog as he stripped his clothes from his lean upper body and then as he unfastened his pants, ran down the zipper and slid off that garment and his shorts in one swift movement, freeing the biggest cock Jean had ever seen. She gasped as he stood above her with his massive prong jutting straight out from his dark fur brush.
"I don't think I can handle that. You're too damn big for me. I'll split," Jean protested.
"You'd be surprised how much you can handle," Mark said, spreading his legs so his olive-shaped balls were free between his legs, the sac sagging.
He knelt on the couch with his prick bumping against her stomach. His mouth covered hers and his hands rubbed her urgently. She reached for his shaft and gently rubbed its length between her fingers. "My God, I can't even get my fingers around this," she thought, dizzy with the liquor and his skilled tongue and probing fingers. Stroking her breasts, he moved his hips so his king-sized shaft pressed into her mounded cunt, spreading it full length. "Oh, oooh, Jerry-er-Mark-whatever-take me. Fuck me. I don't care if you pull me in half. Just pole me," she moaned, raising her hips to meet his prodding prick.
He shifted down to get his shaft between her legs and when he moved again she felt the warm, pliant head in the vee between her legs, nudging along to her clit and then pressing slowly as he reached the right spot. She spread her legs wide and she felt the shaft slip inside. Locking her legs high around the small of his back, Jean rammed her hips upward against the prong. She felt the walls of her vagina give way to the huge gland and it slip almost to her belly against the juicy wall.
"See, I told you you'd be surprised how much you could handle," he chuckled, driving deep inside her warm tunnel with a single movement. She tightened the vaginal walls tentatively and liked the twitch of his penis as he answered. They began to fuck slowly at first; she adjusting her movements to his, straining against his body, feeling his balls bang against her rump. She'd never felt quite as good with sex as she was at this moment. Maybe the liquor had something to do with it. Now she knew it wasn't Jerry but a beautiful stranger who was screwing her-and she didn't care, she just didn't want to stop-ever.
Oh, the pleasure of it. How he knew how to do it. How long he kept it up, in and out, almost all the way out and then deep again into her belly, his pelvic bone rubbing against her clit, causing an overflow of her body honies which ran down the crack into her anus as he drew his shaft nearly from her body. Her hands were around his neck and then her fingers began to knead into his shoulders and her fingers dig into the flesh as wave after wave of cum swept over her. He was never going to stop, she thought headily. Good. Good! GOOD!
She had positioned her legs so she could pull up to him, drop away and pull up again. She shrieked as she reached the climax that met his. His hot sperm shot high into her belly and mingled with her honey and they ground their bodies together in a long frenzy. Their sweat soaked bodies collapsed on the couch and lingered there for a few minutes until their breath stopped coming in ragged bursts and their hearts stopped pounding.
He pulled away from her, his still hard penis slipping from her body with a wet slurping sound. He dipped his head to her cunt, ran his nose in the cum wet hair and then stood up, dressing silently.
"You got a beautiful piece of machinery there. You could get more than ten dollars for it any place," he said, buttoning his shirt and tucking it in his trousers.
It didn't make sense to Jean but she was too relaxed to even care or try to make sense of it. "Let yourself out," she said airily. "I'm too pooped to move."
"Right. See ya around," said the man named Mark. "Wish we'd had more time. Perhaps later."
He left and Jean lounged luxuriously on the couch, napping briefly before coming wide awake with a start. Jerry was standing over her, drunk and grinning obscenely. She tried to cover her body with her scattered garments and made a dash for the bathroom. As she splashed cold water on her face, she wondered what he must have thought. What she could tell him. What had happened must have been obvious, even as drunk as Jerry was.
Dressed, she returned to the living room, anticipating a scene. Jerry was sprawled on his back, bottle in hand.
"Was it a good lay?" he asked drunkenly.
"Wa-what do you mean, Jerry," Jean stammered.
"Did my friend do the job?" he asked.
"Do you mean you sent him here?" Jean shrieked unbelievingly. Then she remembered that the man had entered the apartment with a key, and that he had entered purposefully.
"Jerry! You didn't, you didn't SEND him here? Did you? WELL, DID YOU?" She screamed, shaking her husband by the shirt front.
"Yeah, yeah, I sent him here. You're always bitchin' about not gettin' any and I ran into this horny guy in the bar-"
"What do you mean, you ran into him? Don't you know him? My God, Jerry, what have you done? What have I done?" And Jean burst into tears, remembering how easy it had been for the total stranger to get in her pants.
"Look, Jean, you got a hot pussy and I'm just damn not interested in it. We might just as well get what we both want. You get screwed and I get enough money to drink in class." Jerry belched and rubbed his nose. Jean stood over him, staring in disbelief. "You mean you not only sent him up here, but you, damn you, you CHARGED him to-to fuck me?"
"Yeah; yeah, yeah. Why not? I tole you we can both get what we want this way. Hell, you haven't got the whole football field to screw the way you did before I married you. What the hell do you think I married you for, anyhow? I didn't want some old frump to peddle. You got a lotta good years left in that ass of yours. I know someone was gonna take advantage of it eventually and I just happened to come along at the right time."
Jean slammed the door to the bedroom and threw herself across the pink spread. She was furious at first but then the delightful session she'd had with Mark-yes, that was his name- came to mind and she thought perhaps Jerry was right, after all. She had the protection of a home and husband-a husband who was nice enough to even pick out her lovers. Might not be so bad after all.
She took to drinking a little each night-and dressing with more care, not knowing at what time the door would open. Mark came back only once after that. They did not bother with the formality of dancing. Instead she simply opened her robe and he knelt to do her homage. He said as he walked to the door that he was being transferred out of the city and probably wouldn't be seeing her again. They parted on a friendly, very satisfied basis.
The other men, and there were quite a few in the next months, were businessmen like Mark, quiet and eager and satisfactory but not totally satisfying as he'd been. She wondered if she'd ever be in Chicago so she could look him up, as he'd suggested. Probably not. Jerry was drinking more all the time and in no condition to go anywhere. She'd even had to get a full-time day job to pay the rent and utilities and occasionally give him extra money for his bonded liquors when his nightly ten dollars didn't go far enough. "Stay drunk," she'd tell him sometimes. "You're not much good to me anyhow except you DO have good taste in lovers."
The door opened one Thursday evening and all Jean could see at first glance in the dim light was that the man was short and stocky.
As he approached, she gasped. He was dressed in dirty, wrinkled clothes. He had two teeth missing in the front, she noticed as he grinned at her, and his hair was graying, dirty and stringy. She leaped to her feet. "Get out of here," she demanded.
"Not yet, sister, I paid my good ten bucks and I'm gonna get my money's worth!" Jerry had done this to her? Sent this foul creature to her for ten dollars? No, absolutely not. She drew herself up haughtily and demanded the man leave.
"Lissen, sister, I been sittin' in that bar for months, listening to your husband set you up for some guy. He got ten bucks from them and tonight I give him ten bucks. My money is as good as anybody's and your ass ain't gold-plated." He reached out and pinched one nipple until she shrilled with pain. "Hell," he said. "You ain't no different than any other whore I been with. Just a little more younger and about five dollars more expensive. Let's see if you can perform as well as them."
His fingers tore at her cunt and his mouth, foul-smelling and greasy, covered her lips before she could let out the scream swelling in her throat. She struggled against his jabbing fingers, against the one that covered her cunt and rammed at the tight muscle of her still virginal ass. "Tight, yeah, real tight," he muttered against her lips. "I like a tight ass."
"No, no, please. Don't, stop! You don't understand. It's not like you think," Jean protested, unable to draw away from his mouth and his finger which was scraping at her tender ass muscles.
"It's you who don't understand, whore. You gonna get the message that I'm gonna fuck you or do I gotta knock you against the wall first?" the man snarled, biting her lip viciously and pinching her tender ass till tears came in her eyes. "Ya unerstan?" he demanded. Jean could only nod her head.
"Okay then. You keep your mouth shut and we'll git along fine. Now suck my cock and do a ten-dollar job or you'll wish you had." He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. Jean almost gagged at the sight of his filthy under-shorts and the body odor that assailed her nostrils. He pushed her to her knees, his limp prick bobbing in her face. "Open your mouth," he said, pulling at her hair and pinching cruelly one bobbing tit.
She opened her mouth and nearly fainted as he crammed the foul object inside. She gagged and gasped as he mouth fucked her and the shaft got hard. It wasn't a big prick, really quite small and inoffensive compared to Mark's and she thought she would be able to survive this one indignity. She'd see Jerry never had a chance to do anything like this to her again, she vowed. She tongued the shaft and the head, bringing it to a full hard.
He pulled her to her feet and shoved her in the direction of the couch. She lay down and opened her legs. He laughed obscenely. "No, flip over. I want your ass," he demanded.
"Oh, no," Jean said. "You can't. No one has ever done that. Pleas-" her word was cut off as his hand lashed across her mouth.
"I tole ya to shut up and give out and we'll get along fine. Now flip your ass up here where I can see it." Trembling, Jean obeyed, She turned on her stomach and elevated her buttocks, tense with fear as she felt the man approaching.
He pried apart her buttocks with strong stubby fingers and ducked his head so his slavering tongue could flicker against the brown pucker hole of her ass.
"Ooooooohhhhh, geezuz. Ohhhhhhh, geee-EEEEzzzussss!" Jean shrieked and hissed. She tried to force shut the fleshy mounds, to stop the feathery tickling that was driving her to the brink of madness but he would not let her go. He buried his face between the white mounds and rammed at the opening with his strong tongue. "Stop that ... stop ... stop. Oooooh, please. Stop it! You're going to drive me mad- ooOHHH, stop."
- The man blew a hot pointed stream into her asshole, trying to fan the flame he was lighting in that sensitive area.
He worked the rubbery muscles of the hole until his tongue broke through the tight rubbery ring and slipped inside the virgin rim.
Jean gasped, flailing her head, rocking her white mounded cheeks, and stretching her fingers into the fabric of the couch.
"Aaaagggg," she gagged, her face grinding into the seat of the couch and her back arching against his onslaught. This was the most exciting sex act she'd ever imagined. It made even Mark's big horsecock seem unimportant as the experienced tongue slipped deeper into her hot cavern. He raised his head and reached for his cock. Jean's ass reached out to him in an unexperienced desire. He pushed the head against the opening and she drew back in fear. This was going to hurt.
"Aaaiiiiii ... don't stop... noooo, aahhhh, don't stop!" she slobbered as he teased her asshole with the head of his cock, ringing it with the fluid seeping from its head.
He lined his prong up with her ass, pushing her so she was wedged against the couch and his erect organ. It was a slow, steady pressure that ended with exquisite pain as the prong beat past the tight muscles and rammed into the hot depths of her ass. His stimulated balls demanded that he fuck her deep and hard and he rammed forth with a vengeance.
"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhh," Jean screamed. "It's good. I like it, I like it. Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded, writhing her ass, pushing toward him. The white hot shaft plunged endlessly and without ceasing, and he slapped a tempo against her cheeks as he drove in, eased out, jammed deep, eased out and rammed the full five inches into her bowels his balls slapping hard against her upturned cunt. She felt a sharp hot throb as he flexed his buried cock.
"Good, ain't it, whore?" he demanded, slapping even harder at the white cheeks which now were laced with strips of red where his fingers had landed.
"Yes, oooo, yes, yes," she cried. He rammed with mounting abandon into the dark depths of the unresisting flesh. His heated cock increased in size and pressured out the walls of her anus to their strained limits as he savagely ground into her and she rammed into him for more. The narrow passage widened with each stroke and she could feel the muscles tighten involuntarily with each drive. He ground his fingernails into her fleshy hips as he blew his hot streaming sperm into her body depths. His prick came from her abused behind with a loud popping sound and Jean collapsed on the couch, face down, her legs falling on the floor, his cum running down her legs. Jean didn't even bother to raise her head as he dressed and started toward the door.
He paused for a minute. "Hell, you ain't so much. Your virgin ass was all you had for me and now that it's been reamed you ain't got nuthin' that's worth ten bucks." He slammed the door as he left and Jean lay on the couch, a rage growing within her at Jerry having sold her to such a beast.
She got up, bathed carefully, and laid out her one good suit. She got the luggage down from the top shelf in the hall closet and started filling each suitcase, taking no care whatsoever in packing carefully. She took Jerry's jewelry, something he never wore anymore anyhow, the clock radio, a couple of books he used to value highly and, from a hiding place under the dresser scarf, the flat pile of bills she managed to accumulate by taking his remaining money each night when he fell into his final drunken stupor. She counted the money. Yes, there was enough to get her not only into the city but to a store with decent clothes, perhaps a new hairdo and a hotel room until she found a job.
She put the suitcases by the door and called a cab. While waiting, she went through all the cupboards in the kitchen and hall, finding a few bottles Jerry had hidden. With great delight, she emptied the contents of each down the sink and left the bottles upside down so there would not be a drop to drink when Jerry awakened the next day with the shakes. With no booze and no money, Jerry would have a pretty rough time for a few days, she thought with satisfaction as she walked out to the waiting taxi.
It wasn't at all difficult to locate Mark-and he sounded glad-and interested to hear from her. They became close friends over the years. He'd helped her get settled in the lovely apartment she now occupied, introduced her to a group of very generous, very sexy men and showed her where to buy clothes, how to wear them, and even suggested the right hairdresser.
It was Mark who had helped Marvie get moved and it would be he who would help launch Marvie on a new social scene.
Jean finished brushing her hair and crawled into bed, making a few mental plans for tomorrow. For one thing, she'd have to call the office and tell them Marvie was ill-flu probably, there was a lot of that going around-and she would be a little late in getting in because she would step by to see if she could make her more comfortable or get her some medication.
What Marvie needed first, she thought, was some rest and then a build up of her confidence. With little effort, she could be turned into a lovely butterfly. A much in demand little butterfly, Jean thought as she dropped off to sleep.
Chapter Four
Marvie was surprised how attentive and sweet Jean was, how the woman seemed to care about her so much in such little time. She was greeted that next morning with a tray of the most lavish breakfast she had ever eaten, and then was led to the bathroom where a tubful of white bubbles awaited her.
Before she left for work, Jean made sure Mar-vie would be comfortable, showing her how to work the stereo, the television, the microwave oven. Marvie assured her everything was all right, even though Jean offered to get some tranquilizers for her.
"I think I just need a few days of rest, that's all," she said, urging Jean not to worry.
"Well, remember," Jean said, "I'll tell the boss you won't be in for a few days, doctor's orders. You deserve a little vacation, honey."
Marvie smiled. She agreed, wholeheartedly. Jean left for the office and the apartment was hers. She first unpacked her things and hung them in her new closet. The thought that she hadn't even discussed the rent with Jean came to her, but she dismissed it. She knew Jean was her friend, it seemed already as if they had been friends for years. She trusted her.
After her clothes were neatly hung in the closet, Marvie went into the kitchen and placed the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and, after reading the instructions from a booklet in a drawer, turned it on. Then she placed a few records on the stereo and sat on the balcony, just outside the living room.
She couldn't get the picture of those two awful men out of her mind! She felt dirty still, in need of another bath, another cleansing. She hoped she would get over it, but it was still too immediate, too real in her mind. She thought of other things, of the warm summer days back home, of her sister, Judy, of her parents. She decided to write her mother. She found writing paper and a pen in the desk in the hallway, and sat on the balcony and wrote her mom a letter that left out the details of the previous day, but hinted that a bad experience had forced her to move and that she now felt better. She knew her mom would be worried, but she also knew she wouldn't pry.
It helped, though, because it served as a kind of confession, just as talking honestly to Jean the day before had been. It was easing off now, and she was relaxing. By evening, when Jean came home, Carlos and Punk were far from her mind.
Jean had supper sent up from a French restaurant down the street and they ate delicious crepes and drank soft, dry wine. Jean told Mar-vie she didn't miss anything at work and that the boss was very concerned about her health and would be "rooting" for her.
"The dirty old man," Marvie giggled.
"Yes, I've seen the way he looks at you," Jean added.
Marvie blushed. "He's silly," she said, almost embarrassed.
"Silly? Marvie, any man with balls would look at you or he'd be crazy!"
Marvie stared at Jean in surprise. She was a little taken aback by the statement.
"Marvie, don't be shocked at how I talk sometimes. I'm a gutter mouth from way back. But honey, it's true, you're very attractive. Most of the girls at the office envy you."
Marvie blushed again. "Oh, Jean, come on. I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not the girl every guy is slashing his wrists over either. I've never even had a real boyfriend!"
"You will, mark my words! You'll have to meet Mark, he'll introduce you to some great guys. He's a dream, and my best friend. He's the one who brought over your stuff."
"Oh," Marvie replied. She thought to herself, "So that's who I heard talking last night."
"He said he had a hell of a time with your landlady. She was shouting, 'What does a nice-looking guy like you want with a slut like that?' "
Marvie put her hand to her lips. "Oh no!"
Then she began to laugh, and Jean joined in. "And to top it off, the two fags stood there wondering what the hell was going on and Mark even thought they were gonna come over and ask him in for a drink!"
Marvie giggled and then stopped. Mention of the fags brought the incident back into focus. She controlled herself, however, and didn't allow herself to get upset. Jean looked at her with protective eyes. "You'll be okay count on me," she said.
Marvie went to bed early and lay in bed reading for some twenty minutes. Just as she was about to shut off the light, Jean came in and wished her a good night. "Sleep tight, Marvie. I'll see you in the morning." She bent over the side of the bed and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Marvie took Jean's hand. "Thank you. I really don't know what I would have done without you."
"Nite," Jean said, and left the room.
"Nite," Marvie whispered, and turned out the light.
She felt tired, but she couldn't fall asleep. She kept seeing things-not Carlos or Punk exactly, but images of them and what they had done to her-that excited her. Now, instead of making her sick or frightening her, she thought of what had happened in a new way, in a new sense. She wondered what it would be like to have a man's penis in her mouth? A real big penis, one she wanted to suck on, not one that was forced into her mouth. What would it be like to have someone fuck her, someone who she wanted? She recalled all her fantasies, all her dreams, and her fingers found their way to her spread legs and lightly caressed the hairy lips of her young pussy. It felt good now, not at all painful, although there was still some discomfort deep inside. She dreamed of her knight in armor shoving his long penis in her, fucking her with love, passion, fury. He would whisper soft words, words of love, not the ugly things Carlos and his friend had been sputtering.
And she fell asleep, with her fingers in her pussy, her legs spread, thinking the man she loved was on top of her, his magnificent penis inside her, deep inside her, his semen floating somewhere in her tummy. And she drifted off thinking what it would be like to awaken and find his hard penis next to her face, waiting in the early morning sunlight for her lips to kiss it awake, for her lips to take it for breakfast, for her hungry mouth to suck every last drop from him. She fell asleep, dreaming. It was a restful, peaceful night, quite unlike the previous.
Jean went to work early the next morning and left a note for Marvie, saying she should help herself to anything, and that she would be home immediately after work. She also told her that Mark might stop by to pick up something.
Marvie made breakfast, just toast and jam and hot coffee, then sat in the sun on the balcony for a few hours, working on her already deep tan. There was a restlessness in her today, however. Her dreams seemed vivid in her mind and she couldn't shake the sexual feeling she had the night before. It was as if that awful incident had in fact opened the doors to her sensuality. Rape had in the end made her more aware of her own desires. Well, it certainly had made her more horny.
She watched a quiz show on television, but quickly became bored with it. She sat at the desk, looking through a stack of photographs on it-all pictures of Jean and people she didn't recognize, on a picnic of some sort. Many pictures were of a certain handsome man whom Marvie thought was very very attractive. She was staring at him when the doorbell rang.
She was halfway across the living room when the door opened! It startled her at first, and she jumped.
"Oh, hey, I didn't mean to frighten you!" the man said. Marvie blinked. It was the man whose picture she was holding in her hand!
"I'm Mark," he said, smiling.
"I'm Marvie. Gee, I was just looking at this picture of you ..." Marvie held up the photo.
For a second there had been a look of alarm on his face, but he was relieved to see what picture she was talking about. "Oh that, the picnic."
"Looks like fun," Marvie said.
"Sure was. Listen, I brought you a key- that's why I opened the door. I wanted to see if it worked."
"Does it?" Marvie giggled.
"It does." Mark laughed too. They both immediately liked each other. And they were attracted to each other, though they weren't going to admit that as yet.
"Jean said you might stop by to pick up something," Marvie said, setting the picture back on the desk.
"Yeah, two bags she filled for Goodwill. I've been meaning to take them out for weeks. Today's my day off, so I'm doing all the chores I've been putting off. And I'd better hurry," he said, opening the door of the front closet. He picked up the two bags of old clothing.
"Need any help?" Marvie asked.
"No, I've got it. Listen, I'll see you again soon. I'd like to get to know you."
Marvie smiled and opened the front door. "Me too," she said as he left. "Bye."
Marvie walked back to the desk. She thought perhaps she'd write another letter to her mother, assuring her she was all right and apologizing for making her worry. She sat down, moved the pictures aside, and looked for a pen. She couldn't find one, so she pulled open the top drawer and found that it was filled with everything but a pen. Pencils, erasers, paper clips, but no pen. She tried another drawer and found that the only thing in it was a silver metal box with a combination lock on it. She decided to pick it up to see what it was exactly, and she grabbed the handle. To her surprise, the top opened. It was full of photographs.
She picked one up and stared at it. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Mark, the man who she had just talked to in person, stood facing the camera, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and an open sport shirt. The one amazing thing about the photograph, however, was that his fly was open and his penis was hanging out!
Marvie felt her body begin to stiffen as she stared at the long thing hanging between his legs. It wasn't even erect and it was already bigger than Carlos or Punk, or, for that matter, the fag across the way. She stared at it in utter amazement. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
Finally, she started looking through the other pictures. There were many of Mark, most of them nude. His penis was always very prominent, usually erect. Marvie was almost frightened of the size of the organ-and yet she was fascinated by it, compelled to it, drawn to it in a very strange and excited way.
Then she came to a close-up of his penis, hard, standing up from his crotch, then another where his hand is wrapped around it. Then-she could hardly believe it and she bit her lip in exclamation-of his penis with torrents of white cum pouring down the long shaft! Marvie instinctively placed her hand inside her bikini bottom and rubbed her already hot pussy. She stared at the picture, then looked at the next one and found it even more exciting!
This time, Mark was standing profile. His legs were spread and he was leaning back with his hips thrust forward, so his cock and balls stood out in front of him. His right hand was clasped around his enormous organ and semen was shooting from the end of it-into the air. It was a fantastic photograph and Marvie couldn't stand the excitement! She pulled her bikini bottom to the floor and spread her long legs. Then she kissed the picture, kissed the tip of Mark's huge cock, and moved the photo down and pressed it gently against her pussy for a moment. Then she put it back on the desk and began to manipulate herself. She thought of Mark, of how he had looked at her, and wondered if he desired her. She pictured Jean and Mark making love, visualized his long thick organ disappearing into her furry cunt, and all of a sudden her body trembled and shook and a flood of honey filled her hands and spilled over the chair of the desk. She closed her eyes and leaned back and relaxed.
When Jean came home, Marvie was napping. Jean didn't know what Marvie had discovered, but she would have been pleased if Marvie had told her. She had plans for her sweet young friend, and Mark had called her after meeting Marvie for those few minutes and agreed that the girl was tremendous.
"Jean, when can I fuck her?" he had asked.
"Mark, take it easy. She just had a pretty awful experience with sex, remember?"
"Yeah, but I still want to fuck her. It was everything I could do from getting a hard-on this afternoon. Man!"
"Settle down, lover. The time will come. Leave it to me."
Jean wakened Marvie for supper and asked if she cared to go out to a movie that evening. Marvie said she'd like that very much. During dinner, as they talked of movies and plays and concerts -things Marvie hadn't been able to attend very often-Marvie mentioned that Mark should have been an actor.
"Why do you say that?" Jean asked.
"Because he's so handsome!" Marvie replied. She couldn't keep her attraction secret. She was also happy that Jean had such an attractive man for her lover. And Jean was pleased that Marvie had turned on to Mark. That would make things much easier.
After the movie, as they walked down the deserted street, Jean said, "Let's have Mark over for dinner this weekend."
"Fine, I'll bake my special cake," Marvie smiled.
"Wonderful," Jean said.
That night, in her bed, Marvie thought of the picture. She could see that enormous organ as clearly as she could see her own body. She rubbed her nipples till they turned rocklike and again her feminine fluids began to dampen the soft hair of her pussy. She rubbed her cunt lips steadily, then slowly parted them and eased her fingers inside till she reached her clitoris, playfully rubbing it. She pretended it was Mark's tongue, Mark's beautiful tongue and his lips, sucking, kissing, loving her cunt. She threw her legs into the air and pumped her fingers in and out of her vagina, breathing in short gasps till the flood came and her senses were overcome in a shattering climax.
Outside the door of her room Jean listened very closely to the familiar sounds. There was a smile on her face.
Chapter Five
Jean cooked a delicious chicken and wild rice casserole, Marvie baked the cake for dessert, and Mark brought the wine. They had a wonderful time, sitting in the candlelight, getting to know more about each other. Jean knew Mark had liked Marvie the first time he'd met her. She had planned this evening so they could get to know each other even better than they had imagined.
As they finished dessert, Jean announced that she had to run some things across town for her boss.
"What things?" Marvie asked, wondering about it because they worked in the same office and it seemed strange that Jean would have to perform such a chore.
"Some contracts the old fart forgot to sign- well, actually it's my fault because I didn't check them. They have to be in the mail tonight or we'll lose these deals."
"And you wouldn't want to be responsible for that," Mark added.
Jean winked at him. "Right!"
"Will you be long? Shall we come with?" Marvie asked, but Jean shook her head.
"Take my car, you'll be more comfortable with the air conditioning," Mark suggested.
Jean smiled. "Just wait, my new car will have air conditioning and a tape player and then you can eat your heart out!" She playfully stuck out her tongue at him.
"I don't even have a car!" Marvie said, giggling. They all laughed. Jean got up from the table, took her purse and a large white envelope, and stopped near the front door.
"Now you two just relax and have fun till I get back. I shouldn't be more than two hours. Bye." And with that she left the room.
Marvie looked at Mark. "Hi, Mark," she said, smiling.
"Hi, Marvie," he added, taking a last sip of wine.
"Care for coffee?" she asked, a bit nervous now that Jean was gone. She felt a strange sensation-being alone with a man she had seen nude in a picture. She suddenly saw him sitting there at the table, without any clothing on his tanned, muscular body, his long thick penis dangling between his legs. She blushed just a little.
"No thank you," Mark said, but she didn't really hear him. She was lost in her thoughts and turned her head away and took a deep breath.
"Come on, let's sit on the balcony." Mark got up from the table and offered his hand. Marvie joined him and together they walked out onto the balcony. It was a warm night, much, Marvie thought, like the night she had watched the two fags from her window. There was a little breeze and her hair tossed over her shoulders, moving with her head. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"Jean's told me a lot about you. I really think you have what it takes to be a model, and maybe I can help. I know a few people connected with the business."
Marvie's face glowed. "Really? Well, thank you, that's really what I want to do. I've been saving my money to get a portfolio together."
"Oh," Mark said, leaning back in the lounge chair next to her, "I know a great photographer; you'll love him. I'm sure he'd do it as a favor, he's really good."
"I couldn't ask that as a favor!"
"Why not? He's a swell guy, really good-looking, twenty-three years old, a bit on the hippie side, if you don't mind." Mark smiled, turned and relaxed. He had a marvelous way of making statements where you actually believe him, you didn't dare question him. He was in control. Marvie liked a man who was in control, as her father always had been back home.
"Well, whatever you say, Mark," she added, and then reached out and touched his wrist. 'Thank you," she whispered, holding tight to his warm flesh for a moment as ripples of passion surged through her body. She never wanted to release his arm, she wanted to hold tight forever. He was strong and handsome and she had seen him naked. It was hard for her to realize she was actually touching the man she had seen in the photo, the man she had wanted to touch that night, the man she had rubbed on her pussy lips, the man she had dreamed about.
Mark reached over and pressed his hand over hers, then turned his head to look into her eyes. "May I kiss you?" he asked softly.
Marvie didn't say anything. She couldn't speak, she couldn't think. She just stared at him, not moving a muscle, as her honey pot started to quiver between her legs. She watched through fading eyes as Mark's face came to hers and she parted her lips and closed her eyes at the same time and then felt the hardness of his lips, the full masculine hardness that pressed against her and sent her into a spinning whirl of excitement.
For a fast moment, Carlos and Punk crossed her mind, but they disappeared as Mark brought his hands up to hold her face, gently, lovingly, not at all like the two rough men had done that awful day. That had been rape, this was making love, or it was getting to that, she hoped. She wanted Mark more than anything in the world now, not so much because she was taken with him or was falling in love with him, but because she wanted to know what it was all about. She longed to know what sex was really like, gentle, wonderful sex, not rape. She wanted to experience sex built on good, not bad, sex that was made with love of another human being, not through hatred as it had been with Carlos and Punk. Mark was good and she cared for him. He would help her, she knew it.
Mark pulled his lips away and then moved his face back to hers, this time pushing his hard tongue between her soft lips, searing, hot, probing. It moved over her white teeth, behind her lips, then found her waiting tongue and played with it, rubbing it, licking it, fucking it. Marvie tasted his saliva and sucked gently on his tongue, wondering if that was the way she was supposed to suck on his cock. More than anything, she desired to have his penis in her mouth. Even when she had seen it in the picture, she immediately had dreamed of sucking it, tasting it, eating it.
Mark got out of his chair and leaned over her, placing his feet on either side of her lounge chair, and then came down to straddle her, letting his ass touch her thighs. He kissed her again and again, and she moved her hands over his back, rubbing gently, then digging her nails into his flesh through the shirt when he pressed his tongue in hard and moaned deep in his throat.
"Marvie, let's go in," he whispered between kisses, and in a moment they got up and walked back into the apartment, arms around each other.
They went to Marvie's room, and she closed the door and locked it as he began to nibble on her neck and shoulders. He pulled down the zipper of her dress and let it fall to her waist. He unfastened the hook of her bra and let that fall, also, and then wrapped his hands around her and took both of her breasts and held them.
"Oh, Mark, I'm scared ..." Marvie began to say, because she was frightened that Jean would come back and find her with her bed partner, and she was also a bit frightened of sex itself, although she knew she was in good safe hands with Mark. His hands were now caressing the tips of her breasts, the hard dark nipples, rubbing them gently but firmly between his fingertips, kneading the fullness of her tits with his palms.
Mark bit her shoulder and let a trickle of saliva run down over her right shoulder. It crept down her breast and met his fingertip at the nipple, and he rubbed it around there, which sent spasms of chilling pleasure down her back. Then he moved closer to her and bent around to kiss the side of her soft mouth as he pressed his hard crotch to her buttocks. She moaned as she felt that thing she had seen in the picture pushing against the softness of her ass cheeks. She desperately wanted to feel it.
"Marvie, I want to fuck you so bad," Mark said.
"Mark," Marvie whispered, turning around, forcing his hands from her breasts, facing him with the top of her body naked, "I'm scared."
"I know, honey, I know," Mark said gently, and then took her in his arms and hugged her tight. "Jean told me all about what happened, and I would be scared too. But I want you so badly, I'll do anything, I'll go slow and do whatever you want."
Marvie melted into his arms. Her breasts pushed against his chest and she grabbed his hair and pulled it slightly, smashing her face to his in the most passionate kiss of her entire life. She moaned and held onto him for dear life. His cock was pushing through his pants, against her thigh. Her pussy was already wet with passion.
Mark led Marvie to the bed and helped her get rid of the rest of her clothing. He pulled the dress from her body, then the panty hose and little lace panties. She lay back on the bed, full naked in front of him, her honey-dewed hair glistening in the dim light of the bedlamp, her breasts like golden globes shining in the night. He stood there, still fully clothed, looking down at her with obvious delight.
"You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful!" he said quite loudly. Then he unbuttoned his shirt -still staring at her beautiful voluptuous body-and pulled it off. His chest gleamed and his arms rippled of muscles. Then he unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his pants. Marvie took a deep breath and stared between his legs. His pants opened and revealed white shorts and a growth of dark hair coming down from his navel.
Then his pants fell to the floor. He smiled at her as he bent down and undid his shoe laces. Then he kicked off the pants and stood fast, still staring at her, still smiling, still hot. He took off one sock, then the other, and then stood in nothing but his shorts. Marvie could see the outline of his cock standing up and to the left of the center of the shorts. In a flash, she saw his cock-naked, swinging between his legs, thick, huge, the tip glistening with wetness. She gasped and sat up.
Mark kicked the shorts from his feet and planted his legs firmly on the floor, spreading them a bit so his balls hung freely between his legs. He knew that Marvie wanted to look and experiment, to feel and touch the biggest cock she had ever seen in her entire lifetime. He wouldn't force her, he would just stand there and let her play, let her do anything she wanted.
Marvie looked up as if asking permission, and Mark nodded, smiling. There were no words needed, they understood each other perfectly. Mark liked nothing better than to watch this almost virgin beautiful young girl trying to really suck a cock for the first time. He always dreamed of having this happen, of having a novice playing with his big dick, of having a cute young girl learn the art of sucking by trying it first on his dick. True, Marvie already had a cock in her mouth, but that had been by force, and she didn't even suck it that time, he just fucked her face, hurt her, made her feel ashamed. She almost choked on that awful cum the first time, but now it would be different, this time she would swallow it all because she wanted to, because she needed it.
She sat on the edge of the bed and Mark positioned himself just in front of her. His cock was only a foot from her face. She brought her hands up and touched the rosy red tip. She thought it looked just like the cock the guy was sucking in the apartment across the way, only this one was about four times the size. She lifted her hand and lightly ran her little finger all over it, down the length, over the tip, which caused it to jerk up and down a few times, and then down along the ridge and along the shaft to his balls.
"Go ahead, take it in your hand: it won't bite," Mark urged softly, his hands on his hips, watching all this from his standing position. He looked on as if the cock she were touching belonged to someone else, as if the cock were a person itself, as if he were a Peeping Tom who happened to find this girl and a huge cock. "Go ahead, wrap your hand around it," and she did so, although her fingers wouldn't completely close around its thickness. She pulled her hand down the length and then it grew a bit more and stiffened so now it was standing pointing directly at her, the tip only inches from her lips.
Besides her excitement and passion-her cunt was filled with cream and sending waves of wonder to her brain-she was curious and wanted to know things. She had always been that way, about everything, and sex was something she didn't know enough about. "How long is it?" she asked, almost shocked that she could do it so easily.
Mark was happy she asked. Sex was not only more exciting when people talked, he felt, but it was a great way to build up to fucking; it was great foreplay. And he loved it when girls talked about the size of his cock-he was massive and he knew it and was proud of it. "It's about ten inches long," he said. Just the stimulation of telling her this made it grow another inch.
"My God," Marvie said as she felt and watched the penis grow in her hand. "What a beautiful penis," she whispered, looking at the slit in the head which was now opened a little in front of her.
"Call it a cock."
Marvie said nothing. She knew all the words; she had either read them or heard them, but she had never said them. The little mother had told her of sex had been said with medical terms.
"Don't be afraid, Marvie. Say it... cock. It's a good word; it likes to be called a cock."
"Cock," Marvie said proudly. She giggled and then said it loudly. "COCK!"
"Yeah, that's it!"
"COCK! I love your big fat cock, Mark! I want to kiss your cock!" She said it and looked up again and stopped the giggling, Mark stared down at her and nodded. She looked up at him questioningly.
"Yes, Marvie, please kiss it. Kiss my cock."
She moved her head forward a bit and pulled the tip of his enormous organ to her lips. She kissed it lightly, directly on the little slit. The feeling was electric, the hot flesh of his cock meeting the warm wetness of her young lips.
She felt the muscles jerk and then, as she pulled her head back, she saw the large drop of white liquid on the tip, covering the slit.
"Take it, please, Marvie. Lick it up, there's more waiting in there for you, honey," Mark said, getting more excited by the moment. He wanted to see her lick his cockhead clean and then come back for more.
And that's just what she did. She placed her lips over the tip and licked with her tongue. The ball of cum rolled off into her mouth and she swallowed it and looked up again smiling.
"That's beautiful, baby," Mark said, getting more excited by the moment. "Now lift it up and play with the balls underneath. Feel them a little, lick them a little."
She did as she was told. She lifted his giant cock and held it pointing up his abdomen as she lightly cupped the balls in her left hand. She was amazed to find that they weighed so much and she wondered how he could stand them hanging there all the time-didn't they hurt? She also found out they moved with a force all their own when she held them in her hand. Mark was evidently loving it because he now was moaning softly and moving his hips back and forth. He grabbed his cock with his hands and Marvie now placed her arms around him and took each of his ass cheeks in her grasp.
She spread his ass as she moved her face forward and lightly licked his balls. Mark undulated as she did so and moaned. Marvie did it again.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful, yes, again, again," he said, urging her on for more. He was past the point of stopping himself now, he had to have whatever he wanted.
Marvie licked his sac over and over again.
"Feel my asshole, put your fingers on my asshole," Mark commanded, and Marvie did so. He gasped in pleasure as her fingernails ran over the hard cleft of his anus. She licked his balls again and he began beating his cock over her beautiful brown hair.
"Suck them, please, Marvie," he urged. She tried, but then pulled back.
"Please, take them in your mouth and suck them hard."
She looked up, directly under the massive head of his cock, and said, "I don't want to hurt you."
Mark brushed her hair back with the hand that was not around his cock. "Honey, it won't hurt-here, get on your knees, it'll be easier."
Marvie sank to her knees and Mark positioned his testicles right in front of her beautiful face. "Suck my balls, honey baby, suck them with all your might!"
Marvie placed her lips on his nuts and licked a few times-her entire body was shaking and her nipples were hard as granite-then she sucked and one of his balls floated into her mouth. She tried to get the other one in, but she couldn't seem to do it.
"Open your mouth wider," Mark said, moving his large hand up and down the shaft of his cock," "then suck real hard. You'll get them all the way in."
Marvie tried. She moved her head just beneath them and let them rest against her soft lips. Then she sucked in with all her might, pulling the air into her lungs, and his balls filled her mouth completely, leaving no room. She breathed through her nose in passionate gasps as she moved her tongue over the heavy globes. She could feel the wiry hairs of his testicles in her teeth and she sucked and then filled her mouth with air, which caused his nuts to move around. Mark was in heaven, moaning, feeling dizzy, afraid he was going to fall down. Marvie looked up only to see the outline of his huge cock with his hand moving faster than she had ever imagined over it.
After a few moments, she let loose and brought her head up. His balls hung there between his legs and dripped of warm saliva. Then she took his cock in her hands again and pointed it to her lips.
"That's it, honey, suck my cock! Suck my fat cock till it comes down your throat!" Mark pushed his hips forward and his prick met her lips and entered. That was all he did, that was all of the movement he had to make. The rest was up to Marvie.
She parted her lips and took as much of the cock as she thought she ever could-about five inches. She felt the hot tip at the roof of her mouth and closed her lips around it, letting her tongue slide up and down the thick shaft. Mark groaned and tightened his fists and held them in the air. He had to hold back-he could have come the very moment she took him into her hungry lips.
Marvie pulled her head back till just the rounded tip was in her mouth. She loved how the end of it fit so perfectly around her lips. It was as if her soft lips were made for just this position, just this function. She wanted never to take her lips from this place, from this feeling. She looked ahead, down the length of his heavily veined cock, to the dark thatch of coarse hair and she knew now why the fag across the hall had worn such a happy look on his face. She was loving every moment of it!
"Take it, more, some more," Mark urged softly, running his hands through her hair. He brought his fingers down to her lips and felt the ridge of his cockhead along her soft feminine lips and it sent shivers down his spine. Then she took more of it and he held her head, pushing on it gently, forcing only as much of the organ as she wanted to take.
She sucked back and forth, easily, beautifully, then pulled her head completely off it and gasped for breath. "Is it all right?" she asked timidly.
"Baby, it's beautiful! I'm gonna come, I don't think I can take it much longer."
"Will you do it in my mouth, Mark?" She was suddenly afraid he wasn't going to let her swallow it. She wanted to be sure.
"Yes! YES! Hurry, Marvie, I'm gonna come!"
Mark's entire body was shaking now as Mar-vie slammed her head onto his cock. She learned fast and took his massive organ as far into her throat as she could, sucking wildly, using her teeth and tongue and lips perfectly.
"I'm gonna fill you with hot cum!" Mark said, lost in passion. Marvie moaned.
She grabbed his knees and moved her naked breasts against his legs. He shuddered when he felt the nipples brushing his hairy legs. Then he called out, "Marvie, is your hand in your pussy?"
Marvie moaned and sucked harder as she moved her hand down between her legs and stuffed her fingers up her already moistened cunt. She felt the rivers flowing, the juices pouring out of her as they had never done before. She finger-fucked herself as her head bobbed back and forth. She could taste the initial drops of his cum and she wanted more, all of it, everything he had stored up in his huge throbbing balls.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh! MARVIE! HOLY FUCK!" His body shook and stiffened and his hands grabbed her head and held it still. There was a long moment where his cock jerked once and then stiffened as if it were about to bust. Marvie's head and lips were still as his words cut the air. She could feel the tip of his cock on the back of her tongue and she felt the slit opening and then another shudder and a sound from his body as if he had just let out the last breath that was in him.
"Marvieeeeeeeeeeee ..." His voice trailed off into a high whisper as his body was given to spasms and one of the greatest orgasms he'd ever experienced. His cock burst in her mouth, erupted, exploded! Her mouth filled with hot burning cum and she swallowed as fast as she could, but even so some of it trickled down her chin and fell to his swollen balls. He pumped spurt after spurt of manly fluid into her throat and she sucked it all down, never once choking or gagging.
She loved it-the feeling, the bittersweet taste, the knowledge that she had done well. She never wanted this massive organ to leave her, never wanted it out of her mouth. She had been fulfilled in the best way she had ever known and her dripping hand stuffed in her pussy was evidence to that fact.
She kept his cock in her mouth even as he moved to the edge of the bed and sat down-it was either sit down or fall down. His head felt light and he needed to rest. He lay back on the bed as Marvie knelt between his outstretched legs and sucked the remaining bits of cum out of his huge cock. Then she pulled her lips away and took it in her hand as it began to soften. She licked the cum from his balls and then again kissed the tip of his prick. Finally, she lay her head between his legs and closed her eyes.
A few moments later, Mark pulled her up onto the bed and knelt between her legs. "I want to fuck you so bad, Marvie ..." his voice trailed off as he applied loving kisses to her hard nipples. She wanted him too, but she was afraid, afraid it would hurt, afraid it would bring back those unpleasant memories.
"Love me, love me," she whispered, over and over. Mark's fingers parted the lovely forest of her mound and slid between the soft lips, into the honey pot, massaging with the juices of her womanhood. His other hand still held her breasts, tweaking the nipples back and forth, one and then the other. Was this her someday lover? The one she had so often imagined?
All of a sudden a tiny jolt of pain went through her body-the inside of her pussy still hurt a bit-and Carlos and Punk and Paul and Ron and Mr. McIniss roamed her mind and she stiffened her body. "Mark, I don't think we should ... not yet."
Why was she letting her fears get the best of her? She could have that erect cock in her, that beautiful big organ she had just sucked off. She could have a few moments of real passion and love before Jean returned. Why wasn't she going to take it? She didn't know. She began to cry.
"Honey, honey," Mark said, cradling her in his arms. "What's wrong? I promised I wouldn't force you."
"It's not that," Marvie cried, putting her head against his smooth chest. Suddenly she felt protected, as she always had when her father held her and comforted her. "I'm not ready for all this, I guess. I mean, I was brought up so sheltered and all I've ever done is masturbate. I'm afraid now, afraid of being physical, afraid of being hurt again."
"There, there, it wasn't so bad, was it? You liked sucking my cock, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes, I loved it! That's what I'm afraid of. I think I may like it too much! I mean it's everything I was told was wrong, and now I feel guilty. I guess I just have to get over my moralistic upbringing."
She stopped crying and relaxed in his arms.
Finally he kissed her on the forehead and said, "Marvie, we'll go slow. But both Jean and I knew it from the moment you came into our lives-we knew you were too beautiful to let go. You were made for this kind of life, a free swinging existence. You'll get into it and you'll love it, you'll see."
She believed him. She didn't know exactly what he meant, nor did she know what would be expected of her, but she trusted him as she would have trusted her father. She was scared still, and she knew she would always be looking for love more than sex, but she would try. After all, she wanted to be happy and she was a young, attractive woman with a strong sex drive. Why deny that? She wouldn't.
Again Mark put his head down to her moist pussy lips and kissed them. She lay back on the bed and let him play, let him find every little passage of her body. She knew they wouldn't fuck this evening, but she enjoyed his caresses and kisses all the same.
Mark licked the sides of her pussy and then slipped his tongue back inside. He licked the walls and spread them with his fingers, as wide as he could. He stared at the rosy pink lips, the budding little clit, the wetness. He kissed her fully on the open cunt and felt her wetness run down into his mouth like the dew from early morning flowers. She had the most lovely young pussy he had ever seen and his cock was rigid with excitement as he kissed it and smelled it and rolled his head over it.
Then he turned her over and brushed his lips over the alabaster buttocks. He spread them and heard her moan and then he kissed long and hard, directly beneath them. He flicked the end of his tongue lightly over her asshole and she instinctively spread her legs farther apart, allowing his mouth to get closer to her anal opening. Finally he forced his tongue up her, just a little, and she gasped in another newfound pleasure.
Then Mark knelt over her, his legs on either side of her body, facing her ass, his cock resting along her back, his balls cradled on the back of her neck. He moved his hips and felt the soft cushion of her hair under his testicles, her beautiful brown hair wound around his balls. He rubbed his cock up and down on her back as his tongue licked along her ass and down to the bottom of her pussy lips. She groaned at the heavy feeling of the rod pushing into her smooth back, and she desired it more than ever. Soon she would have that long cock deep within her pussy, deep in her womb.
"Marvie, I want to come again," Mark said, still rubbing his penis along her back. "Will you let me, can I do it on your beautiful back?"
"Yes, Mark, oh, yes!" Marvie squealed. The thought of his cum flooding her backside was exciting. She lifted his head so his asshole would also rub deep into her hair. He started pumping his cock harder and faster along her back as he dug his hands into the backs of her thighs and sank his tongue down into her virgin asshole.
"Yes, Mark, I want to feel it on me! I want to feel it between us!" Marvie was going crazy. She could only see the head of the bed and Mark's moving, kicking feet. She felt as if she were burning up and the fires in her cunt continued to build. Then his fingers reached down the inside of her spread legs and found her clitoris and began moving it, teasing it. She shuddered and knew she was going to climax.
Marvie kicked her feet on the bed as his knowing fingers dug into her pussy and played with her hard little nub. Her honey was flowing and she squirmed under the heavy weight of her body. The bed shook and heaved under Mark's undulations. Her back felt the outline of his tremendous cock cutting into it, pressing there, and she waited for it to burst forth with its milk.
"Oh, Mark! I'm going to come!" She cried out in pleasure, absolute pleasure, and she held her breath and thrust her head back to squeeze his balls with the back of her neck. His cock pounded into her back and pushed her down into the mattress. His tongue maddeningly worked in and out of her asshole. Then his fingers slipped all the way up her vagina and she climaxed into his hand.
Her cunt drained itself of her love juices. He was wet and his fingers were slippery inside her beautiful channel. She shook and began to cry again, hoping for the last ultimate bit of feeling -his semen floating between their bodies.
It happened almost immediately, as if her wish had suddenly been granted. She felt his cock stop moving and begin to pour forth with the warm wetness of his masculinity. It covered her back and rolled down her sides and glued their bodies together. His hairs were sticking to her back and his balls were nestled softly in the perspiration of her neck. He dropped her head into the pillow and cried. It was over. It had been sensational.
They dressed and had just entered the living room when Jean returned. She knew what had happened and confirmed it when she spoke to Mark alone in the kitchen a few minutes later. Jean told Mark to stay the night, for she had an idea. He was only too happy to oblige. More than anything, Marvie had heated him up for Jean. He wanted to sink his cock in her familiar pussy right there in the living room.
They all had drinks and talked more of their social group, which Marvie still didn't understand. "What kind of parties do you have?" she asked, after Mark suggested they have a party.
"Oh, fun parties. Where everyone is very free and honest with each other," Jean replied.
"Oh," Marvie said.
"Sometimes they turn into orgies," Mark said. Jean threw him a look of caution and warning, but he figured Marvie was ready for it.
"Oh," Marvie said, a little stronger this time. "How many people?"
"Depends," Mark said.
"It's rare, it only happened a few times. But we found it to be fun and very uninhibiting." Jean sipped her drink. She was still afraid Marvie wouldn't dig it.
"Sounds like it could be fun," she said, not really believing herself. She was still turned on and had the greatest desire to be fucked by Mark's magnificent cock. But she was also tired and afraid she'd only upset herself more by talking about it. She excused herself and went to bed.
Once she was in her room, Mark turned to Jean and asked, "What's your idea?"
"Want to fuck me?"
"Sure!"
"With the door open?"
"I'll fuck you anytime, anywhere. What do you mean?"
Jean grinned. "I want to leave the door open so she will hear us and come and watch."
"Fantastic. But do you think she'll really have the nerve to come and watch us?"
Jean smiled again. "Sure she does. She's as hot as a horny nun! She'll crouch down in the hall and masturbate her little cunt till she faints! She's in love with your cock, isn't she?"
"Yeah. I guess she'd like to watch us do it. Why don't we just invite her?"
Jean stood up and playfully knocked Mark on the head. "Dummy, you have to play games. Now come on and sink that beautiful cock into my hot cunt."
They went to the bedroom and made sure the door was wide open. In a moment they were fucking.
Marvie was having a rough time falling asleep. The moonlight streamed through the windows and she heard Jean and Mark walking past her door down the hall. Oh, how she envied her new girl friend! Mark would not only fuck her tonight, he would stay and hold her, sleep with her, and be there in the morning to kiss her as the new day began. How she wanted a man to do that! How she had longed for it!
All of a sudden she was certain she had heard a cry! She listened, then thought perhaps it was a cat outside the apartment building. Again, the cry, then a moan. No, now she was sure it was a woman's voice. She sat up in her bed and cocked her ears. The sound was coming not from the window but from beyond her door. Was Jean in pain? What was happening?
Marvie jumped out of bed and quietly opened her door. Now she not only heard the sounds of Jean's voice, but of Mark's as well. They were unmistakably making love.
Do I dare go out there? she thought to herself. She wanted to hear better-maybe she could even creep down the hall and stop at their door and listen. She could just picture them, in heat on the big bed.
She stepped into the hall and to her surprise found Jean's bedroom door standing open. She stood for a moment, trying to decide whether to stay or retreat back to her own room. She decided to stay, for the voices had grown louder and more passionate. She wanted to see what was happening.
She crept down the hall slowly, walking on her tiptoes in the soft white carpeting. When she neared the door, she fell to her knees and slowly peeped around it. There on the massive bed were Jean and Mark. Jean was lying with her legs wrapped around him, under his full weight. Mark's long cock slipped in and out of her beautiful womanly cunt and his balls shook above it. Marvie was watching from the foot of the bed, looking directly at their coupled genital organs. She stared in wonder.
Marvie lifted her nightgown and started playing with her pussy. She watched as the magnificent cock, which she had just sucked off two hours before, slammed in and out of her friend. She watched how Jean's beautiful hairy pussy clasped and pulled at the invading monster! She was kneeling there in wild fascination. She had never seen anything like it!
Jean said, "Oh, baby, fuck my cunt hard! Send every inch of that big thing down inside me!"
Mark moaned, "Jean, Jean, I love your cunt! I love your cunt!"
"Kiss me!" Jean commanded, and Mark did, slamming his cock all the way in her. She let her legs fall to the bed. Then he lifted up very high and again rammed his long organ down into her body. She cried out in pain and pleasure and Marvie saw his balls tighten, knowing he was ready for a climax.
Suddenly the bed started shaking and Mark moved his body so fast in and out of her cunt that Marvie saw only a blur of his cock and balls and her friend's hairy pussy.
"Oh, Jean, I'm gonna fill you up! I'm gonna cum in your beautiful cunt, you beautiful bitch!" Mark's words rang out in the stillness of the apartment. Marvie kept her hand in her wet pussy, breathlessly watching for the climax.
"Now, honey! Fuck me! Cum in me! Piss in me! Anything! Oh, I love you, I LOVE YOU!" Jean kicked her legs in the air and thrust her ass up so his cock sank all the way in her cunt.
"I'm COMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Mark shouted and shook as his load filled Jean's womb. Marvie almost fell over she was so excited. She saw the cum squish out of Jean's cunt when Mark pulled his cock out a few inches, and then again when he shoved it back in. Their bodies collapsed together and they rolled over and over on the bed, moaning and groaning and kissing. Marvie crawled away and made it back to her bed. She was physically worn out! She slept well.
"I could go in today, Jean, I feel much better," Marvie said, sipping orange juice at breakfast the next morning.
"I told McIniss you'd be in on Monday, so you just take advantage of it!" Jean turned back to the stove and sneezed.
"Bless you," Marvie said.
"Catching cold?" Mark asked as he entered the room. Marvie was surprised to see him standing there in his undershorts.
"Morning, hon," Jean said, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"Sleep well?" Mark asked Marvie.
She nodded. "Yes, very well," she said, sipping her juice again. She couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his crotch. She could even make out the line of his cock through the soft white material. Then he sat down, directly across from her.
"I'm late already, but I have to get coffee down or I'm shot for the entire day," Mark said, as Jean poured him a cup of steaming coffee.
"Jean just informed me I have another day of leisure ... another day of the flu," Marvie giggled.
"Go shopping or something. You don't have to stick around here all day long," Jean added, joining them at the table.
"I think I just may do that," Marvie added.
"You know what?" They turned to Mark. "We should have a picnic this weekend! Out on the edge of my dad's land!"
"Sounds great! We haven't been there since the day we went sledding in the winter," Jean said, delighted with the idea.
Marvie perked up. "Oh, I love picnics!"
Mark downed his coffee, stood up-again Marvie couldn't help but look at his near-naked body-and excused himself. The girls heard the sound of the shower running in a moment while they still sat at the breakfast table.
"I should go. I'll be late, too," Jean said.
"You know, I feel so good today! I wonder what it is?" Marvie's eyes twinkled.
Jean turned to her and said something she wasn't expecting. "Marvie, if I had watched a good fuck scene last night like you did, I would feel great today too!"
It took Marvie a few moments to recover. So Jean had known! Oh, she was suddenly so embarrassed she wanted to cry! Her face went red and she sat there in shocked silence.
"Marvie, stop looking like you've committed murder! I just happened to notice you by the door last night as I lifted my head one of the times Mark shoved his cock all the way up me. He sure knows how to fuck with that big thing, doesn't he?"
Marvie couldn't believe what she was hearing. She only nodded, not quite realizing what Jean had even asked.
"Listen, honey. I'm going to be very frank with you about sex because you're my friend. I need someone I can talk to openly, just as you did to me the day I found you walking along the street. I think it was great you watched Mark and me. I hope you liked it!" Jean finished her coffee, rinsed the cup in the sink, bent over and kissed Marvie on her forehead and left the room.
Marvie heard Jean call to Mark, telling him she was leaving for the office, and then she heard the front door closing. The shower stopped a moment later and she could hear Mark singing in the bathroom as he dried his body. Oh, how she desperately wanted to go in there and help him, how she wanted to take the soft towel and wipe his balls and cock dry. She resisted the temptation, however, still embarrassed about the previous evening. She wondered if Mark knew she had been kneeling there? She wasn't ready to find out, however. She went to her room and closed the door.
"Marvie, are you asleep?" Mark called from the hall a few minutes later.
Marvie didn't make a sound. She heard the door open and then close a moment later, and she knew Mark thought her to be fast asleep. She then heard the front door close again and she knew the apartment was empty.
She got up, stripped off her clothes, and went into the bathroom for a shower of her own. The wet towel that Mark had used was hanging on the rack. She picked it up and held it to her breasts. She loved the sensual feel of the cool cloth, knowing it had touched his strong body, knowing he had rubbed his cock and balls on it. She pressed it to her face, smelling his masculine scent, then brought it down her soft body to her love nest and rubbed it between the lips of her snatch.
She spied his bottle of Braggi cologne on the sink and poured some of it in her hand and rubbed it in the furry mound. It stung a bit when it touched her sensitive pussy lips, and again she brought the towel to her cunt and held it there. She smelled like him now, just like he had smelled when she had taken his mammoth cock in her mouth. She let a finger slide up her cuntal channel as she closed her eyes and imagined his beautiful big organ and how he had told her to call it a cock.
Finally, she pulled her hands away, dropped the towel, and started running the shower. She had shopping to do.
Chapter Six
"Kiss me," Marvie said. Mark took her in his arms and kissed her. They were standing in a grassy field, near a clump of beautiful flowering trees. Jean had come down with a terrible cold and remained at home. Mark and Marvie both offered to stay with her, but she would have none of that. She wanted them to go on the picnic as planned.
And here they were, in the beautiful summer air, lying next to each other on the blanket. Marvie wrapped her arms around Mark's strong shoulders. He took off his shirt as Marvie undid his belt and then zipped down his pants. Mark began to unbutton her light blouse, and in a moment her shapely breasts were naked before him.
Mark knelt above her with his knees on either side of her thighs. He bent his head down and kissed her nipples lightly, brushing his tongue over them. Then he licked at the place between them, bringing his tongue up under the fullness of her tits, again licking and biting on her hard nipples.
Marvie reached in his pants and withdrew his hard penis. She couldn't hardly wrap her hand around it. She pulled it forward, extending the skin up over the round head, then released her grip and tugged at his pants.
Mark stood up and dropped his pants. He fell to his knees again and pulled her slacks from her body, staring at her boldly, lovingly.
He knelt between her legs. She pulled them up and spread them wide, smiling into his face. "I want you to fuck me so badly," she said.
"Honey, I've been waiting for this like you wouldn't believe!" The tip of his organ rested against her furry muff now.
"Do you want to fuck me more than Jean?" she asked with a knowing smile, almost sinister.
"Yes, oh, yes. I want to fuck you more than anyone in the world," Mark said as he imagined what it would be like in a moment, pushing up into that almost virginal field, that hot love channel between her legs. He braced himself with his arms on top of her, looking down into her soft, hungry eyes. He pushed his cock down so it moved between her legs, against the underside of her pussy and finally against the hard cleft of her asshole.
"Fuck me, Mark, please fuck me!" Marvie said, grabbing his shoulders with her strong fingers.
"Think you can take all of it? Like Jean does? Huh?"
"Yes!" Marvie squirmed under him. "Put it in me, Mark! Put your fat cock in my pussy and fuck me!"
"Shall I come in your belly?"
"Yes, please!"
"You want to feel my cock way up there in your stomach?"
"Yes, please do it, please!" She was frantic now, begging like a little puppy dog. Her wet cunt lips were parted, clinging to the hot tip of his cock. She wanted him to jackhammer it into her.
Mark lowered his hips and Marvie took hold of his thick cock and guided it. She spread her smooth, white young thighs even wider as she guided the massive organ, held it so it wouldn't slip, down into the moist opening of her vagina, using its bulbous head to part the flesh of her honey pot. Her head was dizzy in anticipation.
Marvie gasped aloud and threw her head back against the ground as a shudder passed through her beautiful naked body. It was delicious, hot, electrifying. Mark pushed his hips forward, eliciting a sharp, little pain as her cunt spread to admit the new visitor.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, Mark, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over again.
"You're gonna get what you want, honey!" And with that he rammed his cock all the way into her!
"GOD! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as she clenched her fists and beat them on the ground, then grabbed his shoulders again, digging her nails into the flesh. Mark's balls slapped against her ass as his strong handsome body met hers.
For a moment, they lay perfectly still. Then Mark moved his cock in her, flexing his muscles deep inside the wet confines of her pussy, expanding it and forcing another fraction of an inch of it deeper up into her.
All of Marvie's senses were concentrated on the place between her legs. She ran her hands over Mark's smooth back and scratched his buttocks with her fingernails.
"Oh, Mark, Mark," Marvie moaned as he began to rock his body easily above her, using short, smooth strokes, her body reacting instinctively.
"Am I hurting you too much?" he whispered.
"No, don't stop-don't ever stop! It's too damn wonderful! Oh, fuck!" She was carried away by the absolute pleasure and thrill of the experience. Her first real fuck, on a hillside under God's sun, with a man she adored, a man with a cock as big as a telephone pole. She never dreamed it could be this way.
Mark slowly increased his pace and Marvie learned quickly, matching him. Her buttocks dug through the blanket to the soft grass on the slope and the sun warmed their bodies as they made passionate love there in the afternoon.
Marvie's entire body responded to Mark, to what he was doing, to his beautiful big cock now plunging in and out of her hot love channel. The dew of her body made it easy for him, lubricated him, helped Trim. Her pussy was tight and new and clinging. It was ecstasy for both of them.
Mark bent his head down to hers and his mouth opened. Marvie thrust her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked, as she moaned, unceasingly, in passion. She raised her smooth slender loins up to him in rhythm, countering his driving plunges into her moist depths, and her lovely face contorted in wanton desire, her mouth opening and closing against his lips, her nostrils flaring, her breath beginning to come in short, frantic, gasping pants as she became one with him in their wild copulation.
Mark was sweating in the sun and now he could see the perspiration forming on her forehead and between her beautiful firm melonlike breasts. Her soft brown hair had a red glow to it in the afternoon light and it was falling all over the blanket and her shoulders. Her neck muscles were straining as she moaned and groaned from deep within her throat.
Marvie's honey butter encased Mark's driving cock and ran out down the inside of her thighs. She was hotter than ever before and there was no end to her juices. The pistoning cock felt like a gigantic red hot poker up her young pussy canal. She churned her ass in the grass and her hungry, gasping cunt met every stroke and pulled on his fat cock as he drove it back and forth relentlessly, in and out of her. He pressed his body to hers and slipped his hands down on either side of her soft smooth buttocks, grasping them hard and brutal in his strong hands, feeling them as they Worked, the pliantly smooth muscles clenching and unclenching as the white flesh ridged between his clutching fingers.
Marvie groaned under Mark's grinding cock, and her breath caught in her throat as he hauled her up tight against his pounding loins. He felt her draw her thighs even farther apart, which caused the moist clasping opening of her beautiful pussy to receive his thick cock to even greater depths.
Mark began to pound her with sledgehammer force, taking longer as well as faster strokes, drawing his hard prick nearly out of the snug, moist sheath that clasped at it hungrily, then slammed back into her upraised crotch until his swollen balls slapped hard against the puckered hole of her anus. The pressure building in him made his head swim with increasing lust.
Sliding his hand down over the tight skin of her exquisitely formed buttocks, he searched with a finger for the secret, brown ring of the tiny nether orifice nestled there between the working orbs of her ass cheeks. He felt her breathe heavily and then gasp, as the shock came. She froze as he played with her asshole.
A small drop of warm, slippery honey fluid seeped from her widespread cunt to moisten her forbidden back passage, the place where Mark had sucked so powerfully that first night. Now, teasingly, he let his finger linger there, taunting her, wondering how she would take to it.
"Yes, yes," she whispered, knowing he wanted to slide his finger up her asshole. She wanted anything now ... anything he wanted. She wanted to be loved and violated and she didn't care where.
Mark's head began to spin with lust as the words spilled from her lips. His cock felt expanded and hardened almost to the bursting point! He would explode in jetting streams of cum, it seemed, in the very next minute. He fun-bled for a second, his long finger searching out the round, tightly puckered hole. He found it and pushed the tip of his finger into it with a quick, almost brutal thrust, feeling the elastic ring of muscle give way until the soft, spongy passage accepted it up to the first knuckle.
His cock moved in and out of her as she rolled her head back and forth on the ground. He squirmed his finger in harder and heard her grunt and cough as she thrashed on the ground. She was being fucked both in the cunt and in the ass and it was too much for her ... too much for her to realize. The pleasure was unmistakable, unforgettable. She wished she had done this long ago. Why had she wasted all those years masturbating?
Mark rotated his finger in her slippery anal canal and slid it inward slowly, till it was buried all the way in her asshole. He couldn't control his load any longer. His body ached with the pressure that had built up in his balls. He had to cum! With insane fury he jackhammered his cock into her waiting cunt, slamming it with all his might, so his orgasm would blow her head apart.
"I'm COMING!" he shouted, pulling his finger from her asshole-he immediately replaced it with two fingers and she jumped and screamed in surprise-and then he suddenly stopped. He didn't want to shoot yet; he told her to be still for a second.
Then he kissed her as he worked the two fingers in and out of her virgin asshole, feeling his cock through the small membrane which separated the two channels within her lovely lower body. Her pain began to subside as the excitement and pleasure filled her. Her ass soon became accustomed to the strange invaders, as her pussy had.
They kissed again and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, lashing at it with fury, as her hips pushed up and down, forcing the cock in and out, the hand in and out. She lifted her legs so he could plunge deeper and he did so, almost knocking the wind out of her.
"Oh, I love you, Mark," Marvie moaned in a kind of agonized ecstasy. The thought of what was taking places-that she was being fucked on a hillside in the afternoon with a few fingers buried up her ass-drove her nearly insane with excitement. She was impaled on the cock and on the long fingers. She was an animal now. And she never wanted to be anything else.
Mark felt the inner muscles of her vagina clasping at his blood-engorged cock. He couldn't hold it back a moment longer. He increased his speed and the depth of his thrusting, grinding up and down with unbelievable passionate fury, her beautiful tapering thighs jerking wide and upward, indicating for the first time to him that she was nearing a climax. He pistoned her fast and furiously pounding his gigantic battering ram to the hilt with every punishing thrust, fucking her with everything he had.
He pulled his fingers out of her rectum and lifted her legs, grabbing behind her knees, until her face was framed between her ankles. Her crotch was as open as could be before his thrusting cock as he pistoned himself against her.
"Fuck me like you fuck Jean! Hard! Come in me like you do with her!" Marvie was insane with passion now, waiting to feel what the surge of heated liquid would be like.
"I'm cumming!" Mark shouted.
"Yes, I feel it! Oh, God! Oh, fuck!" Marvie felt a tremendous heat in her entire body as his cock gushed inside her. His cum mixed with her honey and ran down the sides of his long cock and poured out onto the blanket. Mark's cum was spilling out in one long enormous stream, like a hose that had not been shut off.
Marvie's legs fell limp to the ground, while her heart pounded halfway out of her breast. She looked up into the sun and felt the perspiration beaded on her forehead.
Mark pushed his cock deep within her for the last time, feeling the clasping clinging walls of her young little pussy sucking the cum from his enormous cock. Then he slowly pulled it out and knelt next to her, still almost as rigid as it had been when it first started to come.
"Lick the cum off it," Mark said, brushing his hand through her hair.
Marvie turned her head, opened her mouth, and let Mark drive his cock as far in as it would go. She tasted the strange mixture of his hot semen and her pussy fluids and she cleansed his distended cock and swallowed every bit of the wonderful mixed drink. Then she held his cock in her hand and pulled on it-another drop of cum found its way to the tip, and she sucked that off too.
Finally, they just lay there holding hands, naked in the sunlight. "That was beautiful, Mark. I do love you for it."
"It's only the beginning," he whispered.
Back at the house the next day, Marvie sat on the bed next to Jean, in the midst of boxes of tissues, nasal sprays, a pitcher of orange juice, and a carton of cigarettes.
"You're the one who's supposed to be sick," Jean joked.
"Yeah, what are you doing? You're not supposed to have a cold. Will I have to tell McIniss you won't be in tomorrow?"
"I'll be there."
"I believe you," Marvie smiled.
"I can't stand spending an entire day in bed. Unless it's with a man, of course," Jean added.
"I wouldn't want to get out of bed either if I had someone like Mark to share it."
Jean looked into Marvie's eyes. "You like him, don't you?"
"Well ..." Marvie was afraid to admit too much. She didn't really know what the relationship between Jean and Mark was!
"Listen," Jean said matter of factly, "Mark and I are just close friends. But we're not in love and we sure as hell fuck other people. He's just a great friend."
Marvie felt a little relieved. "Yes, I do like him a lot. He's the handsomest guy I've ever seen."
Then Jean asked, very directly, "Did he fuck you yesterday?"
Marvie flinched but managed to reply a soft, almost breathless, "Yes."
"Was it wonderful?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, Marvie, that's great!" Jean opened her arms and hugged her friend. She was happy for her-happy she could share her lover with the girl she liked so much, happy that Marvie had made a break through of sorts. Now she could introduce her to bigger and better things.
"We must have a party," Jean said, blowing her nose into a tissue. "We must have a super party, with just special friends, just a few of the regular crowd. It'll be in honor of you!"
"Oh, Jean," Marvie protested. She felt embarrassed. Who would want to have a party for her? Just then a thought struck her; would this be one of the orgies? She didn't want that to happen, she was afraid of that. All she wanted was Mark, but what was she getting herself into?
"Jean, I really don't think-"
Jean looked at her and saw the fear in her eyes. "I don't know what you mean, Marvie," Jean said.
"I'm afraid of what... orgies ... I don't want to do anything like that." Marvie was shaking. She didn't even know how to talk about it.
"Not orgies, swinging," Jean corrected her. "It's fantastic, Marvie, you'll see. Nice, good-looking people get together and share everything-drinks, food, their bodies. You'll love it, just give it a chance. You'll find out how much fun it is."
"I don't think I'm ready to ..." Marvie again remembered her upbringing. What would her mom and dad say if they knew what was happening to her, if they even guessed how she was living and talking? "I just want Mark, that's all."
Jean shook her head knowingly. "But Mark won't be satisfied with you alone. He's into group sex more than I am, honey. It's his bag, it's what he likes. Listen, we'll take it easy. We'll start off with just a few, and you can join in or just watch, whatever you like. Let's not talk about it right now. Okay?"
"Okay," Marvie replied, getting up from the bed. She walked to the door and asked Jean if she needed anything at the moment.
"No, I'm going to try and nap," Jean replied, smiling.
Marvie smiled back and closed the door. She walked down the hall and opened the desk drawer where the pictures were. This time she took the entire little steel box out of the drawer, and was surprised to find another packet of pictures under it. She picked them both up and carried them into her room and locked the door.
She sat on the bed and looked again at the pictures of Mark. Now she was looking at a familiar sight, at the big male organ that had been all the way up her honey-walled pussy, the big fat cock she had drained of its juices. She felt the familiar stirring in her loins and the quiver in her pussy that told her she wanted it again, she longed for that man's big dick to be penetrating her mouth, her cunt, maybe even her asshole ... how would that feel, she wondered.
After she had looked at the pictures for a moment, she spread them out on the bed and opened the other packet. Her mouth opened in astonishment as she looked through the twenty some photographs. She recognized Jean as the center of attention in many of them, and there was Mark too, easy to find because of his enormous cock.
One of the pictures showed Jean lying on the living room floor. Two men were kneeling on either side of her face, their semihard organs touching her open lips. Another man was eating her pussy.
Another picture showed a beautiful young woman sitting on a toilet, urinating, as she sucked on the cock of the man standing next to her, watching her. Another showed a man urinating directly onto the same girl's spread pussy, as she lay at the bottom of the bathtub.
Another picture showed a girl sucking Mark's huge penis while Jean had her face pushed against his ass cheeks.
Another showed two couples fucking on the very bed Marvie was sitting on. Then a close shot of one of the couples, of the man's heavily veined cock only half sticking out of the girl's hairy-lipped pussy. Then another close shot of the same cock just in front of the pussy, as cum ran down it.
Another showed five guys standing in a line with a girl kneeling in front of each one, sucking their cocks. One showed the reversal, the guys on their knees eating the girls' wide spread cunts. Then a photo of the girls all stooping over the men, their cocks at rigid attention as their cunts came down for a fuck.
Another picture showed Mark shoving three of his fingers up Jean's cunt. And another of a good-looking guy sucking Mark's cock-Marvie suddenly remembered Paul and Don and how fascinated she was by the sight of his cock and how the other took it in his mouth, but she had learned a lot since that day.
Another picture showed a mass of bodies, tits, cunts, cocks, asses, all piled up in the living room. Some men were sucking women, some women were sucking men, some were kissing, fucking, smiling. Marvie had to turn the picture upside down to make out some of the bodies and what they were doing. She was fascinated, she had never dreamed such things happened, much less knew they existed in real life. She spread the pictures out again and then found one she hadn't realized was there-Jean was kneeling with her head buried in a beautiful girl's cunt. Her friend Jean was actually fucking another woman with her tongue!
Marvie held the picture in her trembling hands. She wondered why Jean did that. Why did she allow the picture to be taken? It was like Mark letting another guy suck his cock. How could he? How could she?
But then Marvie wondered what it would feel like, what a woman's mouth would do there? She wondered if Jean had thought of doing that to her and suddenly the warning her mother had given her came into focus: "Marvie, in those big cities there are some women who like younger women and will want to do perverted things to you."
Right then, at that very moment, she almost wished Jean would come in and do a perverted thing to her. Her soft trembling pussy was heated up again and her slender thighs called out for loving lips and a roaming tongue. She knew her hand wouldn't do any good, she knew there was no one to be had.
She scooped up the pictures and placed them back in the packet and back in the box. Then she unlocked the door and replaced them in the desk. She saw that Jean's door was still closed and she breathed a sigh of relief.
But for the rest of that day she thought of nothing but what it would feel like to have Jean's lips between her legs. It became, along with Mark fucking her ass, her newest and best fantasy.
A few days later, when Jean asked Marvie if she would mind having sex with Mark, herself, and one other person, Marvie replied that she would try it.
It was a kind of liberation for the girl, and experiment which she feared and yet wanted to try.
Jean said it was set. And she assured Marvie she would dig it.
Chapter Seven
Marvie, Jean, Mark, and Russell sat in the living room of the apartment. Russell worked as a messenger between various offices, and he had gotten to know Jean and Marvie in the few times he had stopped to deliver papers where they worked. He was only nineteen years old; his hair was rather long and he always wore faded blue jeans. There was something about him-his animal look, maybe-that was very attractive to Marvie. She had never really known a guy of his type, for in the straight world of business affairs one hardly had the opportunity to meet a hippie type.
Jean liked him too, and she was very forward and frank with him. She asked him if he cared to swing a little with some friends, Marvie being one of them, and the boy jumped at the chance. She invited him over, and here he was.
"Russell, you're the guest here tonight, why don't you call the shots?" Mark said, easing into one of the soft chairs. "You're in charge, we listen to you."
Russell evidently liked his new position of power. He sat up tall and reached out for Marvie's hand. "Well," he said, "I'd like to do anything you want, for starters." He smiled at her.
Marvie blushed a bit, but then blurted out a statement that took them a bit by surprise. "I'd really like you to suck my pussy a bit. I want to feel your beard on my cunt lips."
Russell couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jean and Mark sat back, watching what was about to take place. Russell took off his shirt and threw it to the couch. Then he got on his knees and lifted Marvie's long skirt to her thighs, staring at her soft furry mound.
"Take your pants off," Marvie said. Russell stood up and took off his pants. His cock was already hard, standing out in front of him. It was nice and long, though not nearly as large as Mark's.
He fell to his knees again and placed his hands on Marvie's legs, spreading them apart. Her pussy lips opened before him as she slid her ass to the edge of the chair. Russell brought his bearded chin to her cunt lips and rubbed the hairy cleft with his bearded chin. Then he let his tongue slide from between the lips and he stroked the outer lips of her young pussy.
He brought his hands up to her cunt and spread the lips as far as he could, looking closely into the folds of her cunt, seeing the moist pink skin open invitingly before him.
He spread his legs on the floor and the others saw his gigantic balls hanging between them, below his rounded buttocks. His cock pushed against the chair Marvie was sitting in, pushing downward, against his balls, so his hard throbbing penis was visible between his legs.
As Russell brought his lips to Marvie's pussy, Jean moved across the floor to stroke the tip of his hard cock with the tip of her index finger. She licked her finger and then touched it to the boy's cock, rubbing along the giant head, spreading the little opening in the end as she did so.
Mark watched as a look of pleasure slowly covered Marvie's face, as she began to relax into the excitement of the boy's tongue lashing into her honey-dewed pussy. Russell's head bobbed between her legs and she brought her hand down through his long hair as she spread her legs even wider.
Mark grabbed his cock through his pants as he watched Marvie squirm and moan under the hippie's expert tongue. Jean brought her lips to Russell's smooth strong buttocks and began licking. As he dug his face farther into Marvie's spread pussy, he pushed his hips away from the chair and spread his own legs even wider. Jean knelt behind him and slowly lowered her face to the crack of his ass. She spread his asshole lips in front of her with her hands and then planted a kiss directly onto the tight opening of his anus. Russell moaned and pressed his tongue harder into Marvie's open cunt.
Marvie groaned in pleasure as she felt the tongue circling her hard little clit. She knew she was near orgasm-the thought of the hippie sucking her wet pussy in front of Jean and Mark had excited her to a point she hadn't even thought about-and she watched in growing excitement as Jean's head pressed into Russell's asshole. She thrust her hips forward and forced his tongue even farther into her pussy.
Mark stood up and opened his pants and pulled out his cock. "Man," he said, standing holding his cock in his right hand. Marvie looked up and saw his huge tool and that did it -she was ready, there was no stopping the wonderful flow now-Russell was going to get his face washed!
"I'm going to cum!" she said, nearly out of breath.
"Do it, Marvie! Fuck his face!" Mark called out, beating his cock back and forth in the center of the room. Jean stuck her tongue up the boy's ass as far as she could. Marvie stiffened as Russell rammed his tongue all the way up her and sucked hard. The waters came.
"My God, oh, my God!" Marvie squealed in delight as she dug her hands into Russell's shoulders. Then she flung her arms into the air and dropped them, as if all the life had gone out of her body. She let her feminine juices rush down the walls of her young, hot pussy, against the boy's probing tongue, over his heavy beard. His saliva mixed with her sweet cuntal juices and he swallowed and bathed his entire face in it.
A moment later, Russell pulled his face from her wet crotch and knelt back. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and began pumping it as he ordered them to take off all their clothes.
When they were all naked, Russell stood up. "I'm gonna have the best orgasm of my life," he said, looking at them. He sat in the chair next to Marvie.
"Marvie, Jean, come kneel here in front of me," he said, and they obeyed. He spread his legs over either arm of the chair so his cock stood up in front of him and his balls and asshole were displayed to their gaze. Marvie could see Jean's saliva still on his asshole, causing the thick wiry hair to mat. "Mark, stand between them, facing me." Mark did so, still holding tight to his long cock.
Marvie reached up and took Russell's cock in her hand and rubbed it a few times, playing with it. Jean caressed his balls. Mark watched them.
"Jean's sucking my hole got me real nice and hot, so I want to see both you girls finger-fuck my asshole, Okay?"
Marvie looked at Jean in surprise. She had never thought of such a thing! Mark smiled down, more excited than ever at being able to watch the two girls slide their fingers up this masculine kid's asshole.
Russell slid down in the chair as far as he could go, and held his legs back up over the arms with his hands. His anus was spread so far they could see the opening clearly, the dark pink little cleft that guarded the entrance to his anal canal.
"Mark, it's nice and wet," Russell said to Marvie, who for a moment felt hesitant. She wanted very much to put her mouth there, just as Jean had, but her small town upbringing again told her this was a perversion and she should feel guilty. Mustering up her willpower, she pressed her face to the area directly beneath the boy's big balls and let her tongue run over his muscle-guarded hole a few times. Then she let the saliva flow from her lips and the area was very wet. She moved back.
"Jean, put your finger up there slowly," Russell commanded softly, easily. He watched closely, looking down over his stiff cock and swollen balls. Jean pressed with her index finger at the hole and all of a sudden the tip of it disappeared inside him.
Marvie gasped and brought a hand down to again massage her hot pussy. She couldn't believe what she was seeing! Jean's finger was almost all the way up Russell's asshole now and he was panting in excitement! He begged her for more and she finally shoved it in all the way and held it there. He gasped and then she pulled it all the way out slowly, twisting it a few times, which caused his cock to jump against his chest.
Then it was Marvie's turn. "Come on, honey, put two of them up there," Russell said, and Marvie again stopped in fear.
"Won't I hurt you?" she asked honestly, timidly.
Mark stopped down for a moment and put his arm around Russell's shoulder. "Honey, go ahead, it won't hurt him. Even if it does, that's what he wants. Come on, give me your hand," he said, guiding her fingers to the boy's waiting anus. She held her two biggest fingers out rigid in front of her clenched fist and then pushed at the opening, just as Jean had done. Mark stood up and watched as Russell closed his eyes and moaned in absolute ecstasy as the girl's slender fingers worked their way up his steaming asshole. Mark then knew what was going to come, and he decided not to beat his cock any longer -he would now have to save it for Russell.
Mark knew it would blow Marvie's mind, and so did Jean, but that's exactly what they wanted to have happen. She needed to be shocked into realizing how incredibly unlimited sex could be. This would certainly teach her a thing or two.
If anyone had told Marvie that sometimes a guy sucked another guy's cock, she wouldn't have believed him. She had seen it for herself, however, and it had taught her something. If anyone had told her sometimes a guy fucked another guy in the ass, she wouldn't have believed that either-until she had seen it. Little did she know her fingers were just warming things up for Mark's massive cock!
"Yes, fuck my asshole! Push it in all the way, Marvie, then pull them out!" Russell told her how and she obeyed. He was in obvious pleasure as she rammed her fingers up his tight channel and then back out again. She was fucking him in his masculine, hairy ass! She couldn't believe it!
"Jean," Russell said frantically, "spit on it some more and add one of your fingers!"
Marvie again almost froze in fascination. Jean moved her head and spit some saliva onto Marvie's working fingers, then clenched her hand around the already pumping fist and slid her index finger in alongside Marvie's. Now there were three fingers up his asshole, but that still wasn't enough for him. They worked them in and out as he breathed heavily and shouted in joy, but he looked up every now and then to see the real object of his lust-Mark's huge throbbing cock.
"Okay, pull them out and hold my legs wide. I want to beat my cock and rub my balls."
Marvie and Jean pulled their fingers from his asshole and grabbed his legs and kept them wide apart. His asshole dripped of saliva and he took his cock and balls into his hands and looked up at Mark.
"Okay, Mark, fuck me!" Russell said clearly, almost animalistically.
Marvie gasped. Jean smiled. They both held his legs. Mark sank to his knees and positioned the head of his enormous penis to the opening where the fingers had been sliding. "Think you can take it?" Mark asked.
"I can take it. Give it to me hard! You girls watch every move!" Russell's voice was demanding, sharp. He was in total control of the situation, although he was playing the passive role.
Mark lunged forward but his cock slipped in the saliva and hit Russell's balls.
"Marvie, guide it in," Russell ordered.
Marvie grabbed Mark's cock and held it steady as it pointed to Russell's waiting anus. Her hand trembled in utter excitement. She still didn't believe that huge penis was going to penetrate the boy's asshole. She thought Mark would rip him open!
Mark shoved his hips forward and the head of his cock, the big purple mushroom head, slipped into the clasping lips of Russell's asshole.
"Jesus!" Russell shouted. His legs kicked but Marvie and Jean held them in position. He tightened his grip on his own cock as he felt the huge invading member beginning to push forward.
Mark went slowly for the first two or three inches. Russell moaned and the girls watched in breathless fascination from both sides as the organ miraculously entered the boy's tender asshole.
"Give it to me hard, man!" Russell shouted.
"FUCK YOU!" Mark yelled and slammed his entire masculine body forward. Russell's legs shot into the air and Marvie screamed as the enormously long cock buried itself in the depths of the boy's body.
Russell's head lay back against the chair, his eyes focusing on nothing, his mouth open. Marvie feared he had fainted, for she couldn't understand how he could survive the evident pain. She herself felt a pain-a delicious pain-up her asshole just watching him!
But in a second, Russell lifted his head and looked into Mark's passion-filled eyes. "Fuck me hard, you bastard!" he said in a mean voice, ready to take it all, ready to take the thrusts and the pain, ready to give the girls something to see that they would never forget.
Mark pulled his cock out of Russell's asshole, till just the tip was left, and slammed back in again. Once more, all the air went out of Russell's lungs and his head fell back. But he renewed his strength in a moment and was ready now for faster, harder lunges.
"Jean, get on the floor under my asshole- catch any cum that may fall! Suck it in your mouth!" Russell was on fire now, his legs wrapped around Mark's strong back. Marvie just watched with her hands stuffed up her burning, throbbing pussy. Her entire body moved with Mark's lunges, watching closely as the cock rammed in and out of the tender asshole. She still didn't believe one man was fucking another!
Mark had always been against ass fucking another guy till one day when Jean explained it was no different than when she sucked another girl's pussy-which always turned him on. Finally, she had persuaded him to fuck a friend she knew who was strictly homosexual. Mark agreed, but the situation was more of a test, an experiment. Jean loved watching it and Mark liked it because the kid's asshole was extremely tight, just like Jean's. And what's more, he gave the kid incredible pleasure with his big cock. If the kid liked it, so did he. It didn't trouble his masculinity. After all, Jean had said, "There's a little bisexuality in us all."
"I'm gonna fill your ass till it explodes!" Mark said, fucking the kid for all he was worth. It was incredibly exciting for him because the girls were watching, because Jean was down under his balls ready to catch the cum that would float out of the boy's asshole, because the kid was so tight, his cock was caressed by the hot rubbery walls.
"Do it! Fuck my asshole! Aaarrggghhhh!" Russell moaned as the pain rippled through his body. He wanted to feel the cum squirting out of the long rod within him, wanted to feel it boiling in there, wanted to see it slide out after he took his cock out.
Marvie reached around and took Mark's huge balls in her hand and squeezed them. He shook and lunged one final time and stopped dead. "NOW!" he shouted.
All of a sudden Russell felt his asshole being filled with burning lava and he flung his head back and clenched his hand around his hard cock. Mark pumped load after load of heavy cum into his asshole and it worked down along the shaft of his cock and seeped out of his ass lips, dribbling down to Jean's face. Drops hit her on her cheek and her nose, then finally fell into her mouth. She reached up and wiped a glob of cum off the hairs on Russell's violated asshole and brought it to her lips.
Marvie released Mark's balls as he pumped his body a few more times with each of his final shots of cum. "How was that? Enough?" Mark said, smiling.
Russell only moaned and moved his head from side to side. It had been incredible, absolutely incredible. But he was still hard and knew the evening wasn't over yet. He knew what he would do!
"Mark, pull it out quickly when I say so, and drop your cock right down into Jean's mouth. I want her to taste my asshole with your cum. Then as soon as you do, Marvie, you stick your head in there and suck all of Mark's cum outta my asshole and keep your face there till I shoot off myself! Understand?"
"But..." Marvie began to protest.
"NOW!" Russell shouted. Mark pulled his cock from the boy's asshole. It exited with a pop, a slurping sound, and he moved down to sit on Jean's breasts, dropping the tip of his wet, red penis into her waiting, loving mouth.
Marvie didn't have time to think, much less protest. She looked at the cum-covered lips of Russell's oozing asshole and buried her face in it, under his balls. She placed her lips on the hole and sucked hard. She felt them part and her mouth filled with a load of hot bitter cum, sliding out of his steaming asshole into her warm mouth, sliding down her throat.
"That's it, Marvie, suck all of it outta there! Fuck me with your tongue, lick the inside clean!" Russell beat his cock furiously above her head, clenching his balls with one hand.
Marvie slid her tongue into his asshole-she was surprised how easily it entered, and she figured it must have been loosened by Mark's giant cock-and another gush of burning semen flooded her mouth.
Just then Russell felt shivers over his entire body and Mark and Jean came up to watch as his cock began to jerk and spurts of semen shot out of it like rockets to the moon! His cum landed everywhere in the room, on Marvie's head, on his body, on the chairs, the floor. It was an amazing orgasm and it seemed as if it never would end.
"Far out," Russell said when it was over. Marvie lifted her head from his asshole and fell back to the floor in amazed bewilderment.
Chapter Eight
Marvie sat in her bedroom alone. Russell had left hours ago and Mark and Jean were already asleep. She began a letter to her mother, but stopped, unable to finish. She wanted to tell her mom all the questions she had, all the frustrations, all the fears. But she couldn't, of course.
And she was full of frustrations. She had liked what had taken place that evening, but why did she feel guilty again? She had hoped for a close relationship with Mark, one filled with sex based on love. Instead she got sex, with little or no actual love. She was a young woman, a young romantic woman, and the preachings of women's lib didn't affect her-she still remained the small-town girl searching for her Prince Charming.
She wanted to model, she wanted to save money for a portfolio, she wanted a new independent life. Thus far she hadn't been able to save much. She still hadn't made any contacts with the modeling field, and her life was far from being independent. She was too full of frustration for that. The sex she had been experiencing relieved much of her sexual frustrations, true, but it also gave her new ones. She wasn't sure what she was doing was right! She wasn't sure it wasn't sinful. She wasn't sure it was even what she wanted to do. She felt forced into it, as if she were caught in the tide rolling out to sea and could do nothing about it. Should she now try desperately to swim back to shore or should she go with it and perhaps drown?
She missed home. There the people were simple and honest, and although she resented small-town living when she went to high school there, she now realized it was a better world than the one she was now in. She wished that she could see her mother and father, if just for a day, to be assured of their love and affection. She felt weak and without purpose.
She did write her mother a little note saying that she was finding things rough and that she had again lost a man she liked. She realized there was no hope with Mark as far as having a love affair with him. There was only hope for a wild sexual affair, with him and many others, and although that prospect sounded wonderful and exciting at times, it also seemed dirty. Could she ever participate in an orgy such as the one Jean had showed her in the photos? Tonight's little performance with Russell was tame, compared with the usual parties Jean and Mark gave, and she knew it.
Finally, she tried to fall asleep. She lay silent on the pillow for a while, looking out at the moon through the open window. Then she decided she had waited long enough. She was going to make a stab at the modeling business once and for all. She would talk to Mark about it in the morning.
"Who's the most important guy you know in the modeling business?" Marvie asked Mark at breakfast.
"Greg Townes," Mark replied.
"He's one of the biggest agents in town," Jean said, frying eggs at the stove.
"Could I meet him, talk to him?" Marvie asked determined to meet this guy soon.
"Well, sure. I'll call him today and tell him you'll be coming in." Mark drank coffee, sitting in his shorts. Marvie reached over and placed her hand between his legs, touching his full rounded crotch. He responded by moving his legs apart so she could cup his balls. She felt his cock growing.
"I need a portfolio, Mark! I have to see a photographer first." She rubbed her hands over his hardening shorts.
"Yeah," Mark said, getting noticeably excited, "I know this great photographer. He'll do your pictures if you ball him."
Jean turned around and realized what was happening. "Honey, you know how to get your way!" she laughed.
"Can I see him this weekend, get him to do my pictures? Then I can go to Greg Townes." Marvie pulled his cock out of his shorts and started playing with it.
"Yes, sure ... oh, yeah, anything." Mark flung his head back in pleasure. Marvie's hands moved up and down the huge shaft standing between his legs. Jean watched in wonder, then knelt down next to his chair to watch closely.
"Oh Marvie, don't stop, I wanna come!" Mark said, his head still back. He thrust his hips into the air and Marvie started beating his cock harder.
"Come on, Mark! Come fast, I'll take it when you shoot," Jean said, watching closely, just inches from the stiff organ.
Marvie pumped up and down with her hand. She saw the tip of his cock swell and then finally a drop of premature semen rolled over the head. Jean moved her face above his cock and let a large mouthful of saliva coat the organ and Marvie's hand. Her fingers moved up and down the wide organ with ease under the lubricant.
"Come, you bastard! I wanna drink it all down!" Jean dug her nails into his arm and thigh. She kept her head just above his cock-head so she could clamp her mouth down on it when it started to shoot.
"I'm getting there, oh man, I'm gonna do it! Don't stop, Marvie, don't stop!" And then, just as the last word came from his lips, the head of his cock exploded. Cum shot up into Jean's face and immediately Marvie pulled her hand down to the base of his organ, allowing Jean's mouth to take his cock and all the flowing cum.
Jean smashed her head down with a moaning sound and then groaned as the back of her throat was filled with spurting semen. She sucked hard and swallowed every drop. Mark bucked his hips into the air, forcing his cock almost all the way down her throat. Marvie grasped his balls with her other hands, as if to squeeze out the remaining seminal fluid.
Mark let his ass fall back to the chair and he looked down. Marvie smiled up at him and he grinned back. Then he took his cup of coffee and drank some, watching Jean still sucking on his penis. Marvie leaned back in her chair and also drank coffee. Jean stayed on her knees, nibbling on his penis, till it softened and finally rolled out of her mouth. Then she got up, sat in her chair, and wiped her lips. "Well, what a nice way to start the day!" she said happily.
"Yeah," Mark added. He was glowing.
"Hi, I'm Marvie Martin," she announced.
"I'm Phillip. Come in." Phil opened the door of his studio and welcomed her. She stepped in.
Marvie looked him over as he walked to the drapes to part them and open a few windows. He was younger than she had figured he'd be, about twenty-seven or eight at the most, and he was cute. Not handsome or good-looking, but cute, in a boyish way. His body was tall and lean and he had haunting dark eyes.
"I was doing some work in the dark," Phil explained as he opened the windows.
"I'm so glad I finally got here. I've been needing pictures for months!" Marvie sat on the little couch near the windows.
"Can I get you anything? Wine? Tea?" Phil asked.
"Wine would be fine," Marvie replied. She watched as he turned, looked back and smiled, and then walked into the little kitchen. She liked his half studio, half apartment, and it immediately reminded her of the movie, Blow Up, which she had liked so much.
Phil returned with two glasses of cold chablis. Marvie took one from the little tray. "Thank you, Phillip."
"Call me Phil."
"Thank you, Phil," she smiled.
He sat down across from her. They talked about photographs for a few minutes, what kind, where to take them, which shots would serve her best. He told her she was very beautiful and he thought she had good chances at modeling. In the course of the conversation, Marvie found out that he was very wealthy and had taken up photography as a hobby since he was tossed out of college.
"Why were you expelled?" she asked, wondering what possible thing an innocent-looking boy like him would do to deserve such a fate.
"I was caught balling this chick in the girls' dorm. It was a Catholic college and they didn't dig things like that too much. I was glad, though. What a drag."
Marvie liked him. She liked the way he talked and she felt at ease with him. Now she knew how he could afford to do her photos for free, and judging from the huge photographs which lined the walls, she knew she was in good hands.
When Phil got up to get more wine, Marvie noticed the long crease in his worn jeans, just to the left side of his crotch. She could easily make out the outline of his cock and she knew he wasn't wearing undershorts. Her pussy started to cry, pouring the first of the honey that it would soon be losing in buckets. Phil walked back into the room and handed her the wine glass. She looked up and smiled, then glanced down for another look at his crotch. He sat down, across from her once again, and placed his hand on his thigh, near the crease. His shirt was unbuttoned and she could see his hairy chest shining golden in the sunlight.
Marvie crossed her legs and looked at him. Suddenly he jumped up and said, "Don't move, that's great how the light is hitting your hair." He grabbed his camera, checked his light meter, and immediately shot a few exposures, asking her to turn slightly or to take a sip of wine.
When he finally put the camera down he stood just in front of her and reached out to take her hands. She grabbed them and stood up. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then their faces met in a kiss. Phil's tongue met hers and they entertwined. His hands found her ripe budding breasts and in a moment her blouse was on the floor behind her. He pulled his shirt off and pressed his hairy chest to her tits. She tingled at the exquisite feeling, the electric sensation his hair created. She kissed him hard on the lips and he ran his hands up and down her back.
"Marvie, I want to make love to you," Phil whispered huskily.
"Yes, I would like that," she murmured back. It was a strange sensation, having this guy hold her, He seemed so light and almost boyish when he had sat across from her, but now when he held her he was strong and manly. His cute face was deceiving, for his body was as manly as Mark's. And his cock was just about as long.
Marvie felt his penis pressing down her leg. She rubbed her thigh against it and then finally reached down and touched it. It was not nearly as thick as Mark's, but the length would have given Mark a run for his money. She felt it, ran her fingers longingly down the entire length, feeling each vein and the ridge around the tip and the softness of the head itself. She wanted this magnificent tool in her hands, in her cunt, in her mouth. She wanted to suck on the head, make love to it, caress it till it filled her mouth with cum.
She fell to her knees and sucked the head of his cock through his jeans. She blew hot air through the material and nearly drove him crazy. He moved his thigh back and forth under her unrelenting mouth and finally pulled her up as he opened his pants.
Marvie opened her skirt and let it fall to the floor as Phil stepped out of his jeans. She let him remove her garter belt and stockings and then the little lace panties which were already moist with her pussy juice. She looked down and saw his long slender penis with its huge, oversized, mushroom-shaped head. She pressed her body to it and felt it stand up between their stomachs. Then they kissed again and Marvie was swept off her feet in passion. Her head began to spin with the wine and the sunlight and the passion within her body.
Phil took a step back and looked at Marvie's beautiful slender body. "No, don't move," he said when she started to go toward him, "I want to look at your body." And he stood there for a long time, just looking.
She stood perfectly still, her slender frame bathed in a faint light from the window, looking like a marvelous piece of sculpture. Phil knelt down and stared at her from that angle, then brought his hand up to lightly touch the thick furry hair of her pussy. He ran his fingers over her hips and down her smooth, alabaster buttocks, feeling the soft skin move under his rough palm. Then he brought his face to her snatch and kissed it gently, lovingly, as she instinctively spread her legs.
In a moment his tongue was finding its way between the soft lips of her cunt. It poked and ran itself up and down until the lips parted and it slid in her, sending spasms of wild pleasure through her entire body. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned as his tongue flicked in and out of her cunt.
Phil pulled his mouth away and then went back for another helping, lapping like a puppy dog at the folds of her wet, sweet pussy. He nibbled, tongued, bit the lips and caressed the hairy mound with his entire face. He stuffed his nose in her pussy and then his forehead, then back to his mouth as he spread the lips as far as they would reach with his fingers. Her clitoris stood out in all its feminine glory and he sucked on it till she started to shake.
He stood up. His cock was, in her estimation, the best-looking one she had seen. She thought it was even nicer than Mark's, even though Mark's was bigger. She was fascinated by the size and shape of the head, as if it were a helmet crowning a warrior. The shaft was slender, a bit wider at the base where it nestled in a patch of thick curly hair. His balls were hanging very low in their sac.
Marvie fell to her knees; it was her turn now. She took his penis in both hands and pulled it down to face her lips. She kissed it, licked it with her tongue, like a child would do with an ice cream cone, big determined licks. Then she dropped her hands to her knees as she began to nibble on it, along the length of the stiff cock, licking under his balls, making them swing between his legs, through the thick hair. Then, finally, she took it in her mouth and sucked on as much of it as she could get inside her. She brought her hands up and grabbed his ass.
Phil felt the girl's warm mouth slide down the length of his penis and he shuddered. No one had sucked his cock for weeks and it seemed like a totally new experience. He felt her tongue swirl around the tip of his organ, felt her hands clasp his balls, felt the back of her throat sucking at the rounded, distended head. He had to pull out or he would come.
"Marvie, I'm close," Phil said as his cock dropped out of her mouth. She looked up and grinned. A trickle of saliva ran down her chin and she wiped it with her hand. She kissed the tip of his wet penis lightly and then stood up again.
"Come on in here," Phil said, leading her to another room. The room was bare except for a huge mattress in the middle of the room, a few candles, and a little parson's table with a clock on it. Phil sat on the mattress and pulled her down next to him.
They held each other and began to make love, kissing again and again. Phil rolled onto Marvie's back, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He kissed her neck, bit it, made love to her sensitive ears and then started working his tongue down her back, till he reached the top of the crack of her beautiful ass.
"Oh, Phil, yes!" Marvie said, anticipating his lips moving to her asshole.
"You have a beautiful ass!" Phil said, looking at her smooth buttocks lying in front of him. He was kneeling between her legs now, his hands on her buttocks, his face just inches from the crack. He spread the cheeks slowly and dipped his head. The first electric sensation of his tongue touching her anal opening sent shivers up Marvie's body and she moaned and trembled. He did it again, and again, till he was licking and lapping at her asshole as best he could.
"Marvie, kneel on all fours," he commanded, and she did so, lifting herself, getting into position like a dog in heat.
"Hold on, baby!" Phil said. His fingers rubbed the moist, upturned lips of her cunt, as it flowered open before him. Then, with his hand still there, he planted a firm kiss directly at the tiny hard ring of her ass opening.
"Oh, Christ, that's fantastic!" Marvie moaned, feeling her body being tossed in a sea of pleasure. If this was the price one had to pay to get ahead in the modeling business, she would gladly pay it.
Again, Phil kissed her asshole, then began to trail one finger around and around the puckered entrance, causing Marvie to moan in delight. He moved his fingertip over the entrance, down farther to the moist, fur-lined crevice, his middle finger extended like a small cock.
Marvie immediately thought of the scene with Russell, how the fingers had slid up his ass. She wanted it now, the fingers, the long slender fingers of this photographer, up her own asshole.
He teased his finger down and under and into the tight, incredibly soft tunnel lined with honey, moving with maddening slowness along the interior wall of her pussy and then slipped it out to move upward again, this time to the aroused and rigid nub of her clitoris. Marvie moaned with pleasure at the increased tinglings of desire his moving finger was sending through her body.
Then Phil moved his huge swollen cock forward to tease the hard rubbery tip into the moist cleft and down toward where his finger was sliding in and out of the wet folds of her cunt.
Marvie felt the tip of his cock there, that giant red mushroom tip, and she gasped. She felt the finger fucking expertly in her cunt and she spread her legs even more so he could work it still farther in. Then Phil pushed the head of his long cock till it moved down and replaced his finger in her pussy.
He shoved it in her, slowly. He didn't plunge, he didn't push hard. He wanted to hear her beg for it, ask him for more. He put in about two inches and stopped.
"Oh, my God! Put it all in, please Phil." She tossed her head around and around, feeling the small bit of hot cock spreading her cunt lips.
"You want all of it? It's awfully long," Phil said softly, holding her buttocks with his hands.
"I want every bit of it!" Marvie shouted.
Phil pushed in another inch and stopped. Marvie gasped and waited for more. When Phil didn't move she pushed her body back, but he countered the movement so she couldn't force more of his cock into her pussy.
"You gonna let me fuck you in the ass?" Phil asked, enjoying his superiority.
"Yes, anything, anywhere! Please shove it all the way in! My cunt's on fire!" She begged, pleaded. He thrust another bit of his long organ into her pussy and she again jerked her whole body. "More! MORE!"
Phil pushed more and stopped. There was still a way to go. "You gonna lick my cock clean after I come in your asshole?"
"Yes! Yes!" Marvie again tried to push back to get all of his cock in her. She wanted to feel his big balls slapping against her pussy.
"You gonna hold my cock when I take a piss?" Phil held tight. He wasn't going to let her get it all the way in yet.
"Yes! Anything! I love your long cock! Let me have it! PLEASE!"
Phil bucked his hips forward and thrust the remaining shaft of his cock into her pussy. She felt it and responded with a groan as she closed her eyes and tightened her fists. His cock was all the way up her cunt and she thought she could feel it somewhere in her belly. His balls were pressed against her hairy mound and his abdomen rested against her anal opening.
"Oh, Phil, it's beautiful!" she moaned as he pulled the long member out and pushed it back in again. He impaled her beautiful sucking pussy with a triumphant cry. The monster filled her entire cavern, filled her completely, and she held the sheet in her hands to keep from falling.
The warm, moist walls of her honey pot clasped his cock like a tight fist, and he murmured something deep in his throat, a murmur of delight and passion. He looked down at his slick, glistening shaft, coated with her natural lubrication, and he stared in fascination at the hair-rimmed pussy walls puckering out around his manhood. He plunged forward again.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Marvie called out. Phil was panting, driving his hips forward, his hands kneading and squeezing her ass cheeks. His long, hard cock fucked in and out of her now widened cuntal tunnel. She rolled her ass back and forth and ground her hips back against his bucking loins as waves of delicious pleasure rippled through her trembling flesh.
Marvie closed her eyes again and felt her orgasm beginning to happen. Light seemed to burst brilliant colors before her eyes as the acute pleasure engulfed every membrane of her body. She came and she thought her entire body had exploded into a million little stars.
Phil held tight as her body shook. Then, unable to hold the position any longer, she fell to the mattress and he went with her, on top of her, and his cock slipped out of her cunt and rested between her legs.
Phil got on his knees and knelt between her legs. He shoved one finger up her ass, pushing it in without stopping, painfully, hard. Marvie gasped and muffled her voice with the mattress. Phil's cock ached between his legs.
Phil took his finger out and put both hands on her quivering moons, using his thumbs to pull the hotly perspiring crevice between them apart, wide apart, the glistening mounds opening to reveal the tiny rubbery opening of her puckered asshole. He leaned forward so that the hard fleshy head of his engorged prick rested against the small, now totally defenseless hole, then moved his hips, teasing the hardness along the softly yielding crevice, teasing the small little entrance.
"Oh, Phil, please, yes, I want to do it! Put your cock up my asshole!" She wanted it more than anything now. Her cunt still burned with the fluids of their fucking and she now wanted to feel his red-hot poker sear her asshole.
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole!" Phil shouted as he slapped the end of his cock against it. He pushed the head against the opening and thought it would never go in. She had never been fucked in the ass and she was tighter than a newborn babe. His head reeled and he suddenly wondered what he should do. Should he loosen her up with his fingers first? Or forget about it, because it would hurt? He looked down at her luscious body and knew he couldn't stop now, no matter how hard it was. He knew the pleasure she would experience, the pleasure he would experience. He wouldn't give up fucking a virgin ass for the world.
Phil grabbed his cock in his hand and held it steady, making sure it would enter her. It was still slippery and wet with the juices of their cuntal fuck, so the head slipped in easily. He pushed and her asshole locked its lips around the head of his cock and Marvie sighed and froze in anticipation.
"Relax, baby, relax. It won't hurt if you relax," he urged.
Marvie didn't feel any pain as yet, it was more like a numb feeling, a marvelous feeling. She couldn't believe the head was in her asshole. She reached down and felt it, felt the ring of her hole tight against the soft smooth flesh of his erect penis. She sighed again and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.
He pushed forward and she cried out in pain, a sharp pain deep within her. Then he stopped for a moment and held it there, letting her get used to it. She was glad this wasn't Mark's thick cock, it would have been too fat to try it the first time. Phil's dick was just big enough for the first time, and it was long enough for any time! He bored his rigid member into her asshole as she groaned in pain. He stopped about halfway in, when her sounds turned to little gurgles in her throat.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly.
"Yes, of yes. It hurts so much but don't stop, please don't stop..."
Phil pushed more of his throbbing manhood into her waiting asshole. The walls were tight and pinching, feeling like velvet-lined gloves massaging the head of his cock, the shaft, every bit of it. He pushed more in, in a steady drive to the hilt, stopping for nothing now.
"Oh, God!" Marvie called out as she felt the long organ sliding up her forbidden passage. Phil clung to her hips with both hands and then let his body fall to hers, his head resting on her shoulder, as he reached down under and took hold of her rocklike breasts.
"Oh, my asshole!" Marvie groaned as he shoved the last of his cock into her. He flexed and rammed in as deeply as possible as he grabbed her nipples in his fingertips and pinched them. Phil pushed forward and pulled out with long brutal strokes and his cock trembled within her.
"Oh, Phillip! Phillip!" Marvie cried in agonized pleasure. She was floating on a cloud now, the pain only intensifying her pleasure, tears streaming from her eyes, aware of nothing, full of emotion and sensitivity. She wasn't thinking, she was only feeling with every last nerve in her young pretty body. Her heart ruled now, not her mind.
Phil started fucking her hard, hard into her gyrating buttocks in response to her obscene plea, a triumphant smile on his young masculine face, soaring his cock deep into Marvie's anus, his hands squeezing her breasts as if they were molding clay between his fingers, his loins smacking against her ass cheeks. His balls hammered hard against her wetly secreting pussy below.
Marvie's lovely, smooth buttocks were a blur of motion, gyrating, twisting, slamming backward and up against his pistoning cock. The pain was gone now, only pleasure, intense and lustful, remained. Phil pulled her up with him, into a kneeling position again, and Marvie was once again on all fours as Phil watched his cock sliding in and out of the tight opening.
Crazily, Marvie buffeted back against the superbly expanded cock sunk hard and hot into her rectum, sweat rolling in thinly trickling rivulets over her young voluptuous body, down from the crevice between her straining hips to mingle with the juices of her cuntal passion so that Phil's testicles slapped with a sharp, wet noise each time he entered her to the hilt. The tingling heat of her pussy became too much to bear and she moved her hand down under her, along her heaving trembling belly and across the testicle-flattened pubic mound to the trembling bud of her clit.
Marvie fingered her clitoris, rubbing it with her fingertips, feeling Phil's balls slapping against her hand. She rubbed her forefinger faster and faster over the tiny quivering bud, feeling the spiraling heat of her climax approaching at a rapid pace now as she felt new waves of heat through her insatiable flesh. With increasing speed she fingered her swollen clit, with increasing speed she churned her hips against the moaning, panting man fucking her from behind, with increasing speed she approached the beautiful climax she knew she was about to have. She thought and realized she would be having two climaxes with the same guy. She was overwhelmed.
"OH!" Marvie shouted and Phil knew she was coming again. She lifted her head and cocked it up into the air and called out again. "PHIL!" Suddenly her sweet juices gave way and her hand was wet with the love potion. Her cunt hairs bathed in it and she rubbed some of it all over his low-hanging balls.
"Hold on, baby, I'm gonna come!" Phil banged his cock in and out of her with incredible speed. He jerked his ass and lunged and pulled back again and again. Marvie pushed her ass against him, bracing herself with both hands, feeling the spasms attaching his body.
"GET UP!" he shouted at her and she pulled her body up so she was kneeling in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her breasts in his hands. He bit his teeth into her shoulder as he wildly smashed his cock into her, slapping his entire body against hers, fucking her in the fast final strokes before his cream came forth. He let one hand slip down to her pussy and he held his fingertips just inside the pussy lips, wet and mellow to the touch.
Then he stopped and gave one final lunge as the dam broke and his hot cum flooded her anus. He pulled her body to his, pulled her pussy, pulled her tits, so his cock was in as far as it would reach. He could feel each spurt leaving his organ, each one bursting from the tip, flooding her anal canal, seeping out around the base of his cock and wetting the hairs there. Then he felt his balls becoming wet as the cum leaked out and dripped from his nuts to the mattress.
It was the best orgasm he'd had in months. He kept his cock buried in her ass till it softened a bit and then he pulled it out. Cum ram down her thighs and over her cunt. She fell to the mattress and wiped her hands in it, moving it all over the lower part of her body.
"Suck it clean," Phil said, as he knelt over her face and dropped his cock to her lips. Marvie looked up to the throbbing organ, red as a beet, covered with gobs of thick cum. She parted her lips and let it slide into her. The semen tasted hot and bitter and she licked it off, mixed it with her own cleansing saliva, and swallowed. She sucked for a few moments and then realized his cock was growing hard in her mouth. She kept it up and finally she knew she was going to be able to bring him to another orgasm. She sucked and sucked, for all she was worth, and Phil knelt there, his legs spread on either side of her naked body, looking into space somewhere, getting ready for the second load.
He moved his hands behind him and felt her pussy lips. She spread her legs and he felt the lips part. He let them lay there, just inside the open lips, feeling the warmth and tenderness of that part of her body. Then she started sucking on the head of his cock alone and he moved his hips a little so his balls rubbed against her chin.
All at once it seemed to happen. He let it flow, filling her mouth with another good load of masculine sperm. He sat up and looked down and watched as Marvie, looking up at him, opened her mouth and showed him what his erupting cock looked like. He could see the white gushes coming from the tip of his organ, hitting the roof of her mouth, running over her teeth, dripping from her soft feminine lips. She closed her eyes and lips on the organ and he pushed it down her throat as the last of the jets of cum rolled down into her stomach.
Finally, he pulled his cock out and let it soften above her face, resting it on her lips. Then he rolled back and to her side and took her hips in his hands and sucked her pussy till she groaned and giggled in pleasure. Then they just lay there, recovering, each looking at the other's crotch.
"When can you come for the first session?" Phil asked.
"What?"
"Pictures, I mean," Phil added, smiling.
"Oh. I was going to tell you this had been quite a session itself!" Marvie played with his soft cock, holding it in her fingertips in wonder, caressing it and moving the skin up and down over the head.
"How's tomorrow?" he asked, letting his finger run down the lips of her cunt, pulling on the soft hairs of her mound, winding them around under his fingernail.
"I have to work till five. How about at night?" Marvie hated the fact she had to go to work in that crummy office when she could be here fucking Phil or having pictures taken.
"Eight will be fine, but we'll have to do some outdoor things this weekend." Phil kissed her cunt again and rested his head on her thigh.
"Wonderful. What shall I wear?" she asked, still fingering his cock.
"Anything new, stylish, bright. I want to give you a good contemporary look indoors and then when we go outside I want you to do a real Forties number."
"Forties?"
"Yeah, the Forties were a gas. You have the right body for it." He moved his hips closer to her face and felt the tip of his cock being warmed by her lips. Then she bent her head down and kissed his balls.
"Phil?"
"Yeah, Marvie?"
"You have a beautiful cock."
"You have a beautiful pussy. And asshole too. And tits. You're gorgeous."
She sat up. "Let me see your asshole, let me kiss it."
"Oh, come on Marvie, you don't have to."
"Turn over and let me do what I want. I like to kiss nice hairy assholes. Come on," she urged, as he finally turned over and spread his legs. His cock hung down under his balls and she could see them peeking up at her when he spread his legs.
His asshole was lined with such thick hair, Marvie had to pull it apart to find his anal opening. But she finally saw it, dark pink and soft-looking, tightly closed. She bent her head down and kissed it for a long time. His legs kicked into the air and fell back to the bed.
"Don't. You'll get me all turned on again!" he said, grinding his cock into the mattress.
"Let me kiss it one more time," she giggled, as she put her head between the cheeks of his asshole. She found the hole with her tongue and licked it and pressed so hard the tip finally entered a little.
"Oh, fucking Christ!" Phil moaned as he felt the girl's tongue caressing his hole. He trembled as his cock lengthened and hardened under her fantastic lips. Her hair brushed over the tip of his cock and his balls and sent cold waves up his hot body. Finally, she stopped and fell to the mattress next to him. He turned on his side to face her and his cock sprang up between them.
They didn't say a word for a long time. Then, when his cock was soft, Phil got up to go to the bathroom. Marvie followed him.
"I've gotta pee," Phil said, stepping into the little bathroom.
"You told me I could hold your dick when you pee," Marvie said with a sly smile on her face.
Phil looked at her strangely and then remembered what he had said. The thought of standing there with no hands but hers on his cock as he urinated was enough to get him hard again. He knew they would have to work fast.
He stood in front of the toilet and put his hands on his hips. Marvie stood next to him and took his cock in her right hand and held it, pointing the tip to the water in the bowl. It was already half hard, standing out far in front of him. He tried to pee, but it wouldn't come.
"You told me to relax, now you do the same," Marvie said, almost giving him an order.
He did. He relaxed and in a moment the tip of his cock parted and a stream of yellow urine fell to the waiting bowl. Marvie held his cock in her hand and moved it around so the stream hit the bowl from side to side, and then she dipped one finger down and felt the hot rushing liquid cascade over her hand. Finally, he finished and she held it and shook the last drops from the tip. Then, when she released it, his cock surged upward and stiffened.
There was still some piss on the end of it when he shoved it all the way in her cunt. "I came two times, and I'm gonna come again!" he said, grabbing her, pulling her body to his, guiding his hard cock up her pussy without any trouble. She bounced up and down on his organ, locking her feet around her back as she rested on his hands. He may have looked thin, but he was certainly strong. He slammed her pussy up and down on his cock so hard she actually felt her head jerking. Then she felt it and he clenched his lips as the cum again poured out of his cock. There wasn't much this time, but it still felt wonderful and Marvie didn't get off his cock till it softened and fell out by itself. They stood there kissing and hugging until the penis slipped naturally out of her cunt.
"Care to take a shower with me?" Phil asked.
"I'd love it. Do I get to soap your cock and balls?"
"No. I'd get excited and go for a fourth time!" Phil kidded.
"That sounds okay to me," Marvie laughed.
They turned on the water and climbed in the shower. It had been a good day and Marvie was on her way to her new career.
Chapter Nine
Marvie went back and had her pictures taken, fucked Phillip for some two hours, and ate dinner with him at a little Italian restaurant. She told Jean all about it when she got home, and Jean asked if she could accompany Marvie to her outdoor session on Saturday, after she described Phil's cock to her. But Marvie said no, that Phil was hers alone. Jean understood and suggested they invite him to one of their parties. Marvie wasn't sure she wanted that.
Saturday came, the session was tiring in the hot sun, but they got some wonderful pictures out of it. They took time out in the middle of the afternoon and had a picnic near the place Marvie and Mark had picnicked, and before either one of them knew it they had their clothing off and were making love on the hillside. Again, Phil wasn't satisfied with one orgasm. He first came in her pussy, filling it full of overflowing hot cum. Then he jerked off standing above her, so the semen fell down through the air and landed all over her body, which he then licked up. And finally, he came again in her pussy, while she had two fingers stuck up his asshole.
Marvie planned to see Phil again in the middle of the week, when the pictures would be ready. Little did she know she would be seeing him again in less than twenty-four hours.
Sunday night came and Marvie ate out with Mark and Jean, and when they got home, which was about nine o'clock, she decided to climb into bed, watch a movie, and go to sleep early. She had the television on as she lay there with a glass of iced tea, so she didn't hear any noises from the living room.
About eleven, there was a knock on her door. She called, "Come in." The door opened. Mark stood there, naked, his cock hanging between his legs.
"Marvie, come join the party," he said.
"Wha ... what party?" She was taken aback.
"We're having a little party. Didn't want to tell you about it, kind of a surprise. Come on, you'll love it." Mark turned and gestured to the end of the hall. Marvie got out of bed and turned off the television. She stuck her head out into the hall and heard talking and laughter and soft music from the stereo. Then she saw a naked guy walk past, followed by Jean, who was only wearing little panties.
"Mark, I don't think ..." Marvie began to protest but he bent forward and kissed her and wrapped her hand around his cock. He held her hand there till his cock started to grow.
Marvie shrugged, turned on by the feel of his hard tool in her soft hand, wondering who was in the living room and what was going to happen. The fears inside her were as great as ever, but she knew she wouldn't be playing fair if she didn't give it a chance and see what it was like.
She walked down the hall, in her nightgown, and stepped into the living room. The voices came to a halt as she entered and Jean smiled and announced, "Everyone this is Marvie, my new roommate!"
Amidst the hellos and his, Marvie spotted a familiar face and a more familiar cock-Phillip. He was sitting on the couch, one leg drawn up seductively as his long cock and balls hung over the edge of the cushion. He grinned a little meekly and waved her over. Marvie ran to him, glad there was someone there whom she could be with.
"What are you doing here?" she asked Phil, sitting down next to him.
"Mark asked me to come. He said you wanted me here." He put his arm around her and started undoing the ties on the top of her nightgown.
"I didn't know anything about it!" she protested, but what was the use? All around her were naked or near-naked people, just about all of them young and good-looking, just about all of them looking very passionate and sexual.
"Well, we're here and we're gonna have fun," Phil said, as he pulled Marvie's face to his. He kissed her lovingly and long, and soon she forgot about her fears and let herself go. He fondled her breasts and she closed her eyes as they kissed again and again, lashing their tongues out in fury in each other's mouth.
Marvie finally pulled her lips away from his and looked down. Between Phil's outstretched legs was a head, sucking on his half-hard cock. Jean looked up and smiled and let his cock drop from her mouth. "Marvie, you were right! I've never seen a cock like it in my life!"
Marvie felt jealous for a moment, upset that Jean had won and was now sitting on the floor with Phil's beautiful cock in her lips. But Phil was kissing her, wasn't he? He was grasping her breasts, not Jean's. Why should she be jealous? Jean was her roommate, for God's sake. She wished then more than ever that she could break away with her inbred desire for the great love of her life. She hated the morals which still roamed within her spirit.
But now she was determined to fit in. She looked around the room. In one corner a man was eating out a woman's pussy, a sweet young thing with very curly hair. And she was obviously enjoying it. Near them a man was beating on his hard cock while another girl played with herself for his enjoyment. Mark was fucking a girl on the floor in the center of the room, and a few people were watching with interest. Toward the dining area, two guys were beating each other off and a third was just sitting watching them, his hand stuffed in his undershorts. Jean was kneeling with Phil's cock in her mouth. Marvie also knew there were some people in the kitchen.
Phil pulled her nightgown over her head and she sat naked next to him. Many of the heads turned when she was stripped, all eyeing her beautiful body with pleasure. She was an incredible sight. She and Phil were the two new people that night. Everyone else had been with each other at one time or another. This was the close circle of friends Mark and Jean had been talking about.
Phil played with Marvie's tits as he watched Jean's head dancing in his lap. He spread his legs and pumped his cock in and out of her, fucking her face hard, kissing Marvie again and again.
In a few moments he neared a climax and he dropped his head back to the couch and many people came over to watch. Jean worked relentlessly on his cock as Marvie reached down and rubbed his balls and started biting on his shoulder and chest, and finally on his hard nipple, which she knew turned him on.
"I'm gonna shoot!"
Everyone responded.
"Choke her!" one guy said.
"Suck it all down, Jean!" another man shouted.
"Come on, Phil," Mark said, "shoot your load in her mouth!"
Phil opened his eyes. "Jean, don't swallow it. Keep it all in your mouth!"
Everyone looked around, wondering why he didn't want her to swallow it. Jean nodded, his cock still in her mouth.
"Come on, do it!" someone shouted as Phil slammed his ass off the couch and rammed his cock all the way down Jean's throat. Then he let out a sigh and let his ass fall back to the cushion.
"Here it comes! Oh, man! Don't swallow it, Jean!" He gritted his teeth and the entire load of his orgasm shot out in one long gush. Jean's cheeks bloated as the cum filled her mouth. It burned her and made her think she would faint if she didn't swallow it. Her eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her head. It was such a beautiful agony.
She pulled her head from his cock. It jerked up against his belly with a slap. Then he said, "Okay, Mark, get down on the floor and open your mouth. Do exactly as I tell you."
A few people then knew what he was going to have Jean do. "Everyone get around him and watch, quickly." Phil could see Jean wasn't going to be able to hold the hot load in her mouth much longer.
Mark stretched his body out on the floor and everyone gathered around. "Jean," Phil commanded, "give Mark my cum, right in his mouth!"
Jean's eyes told everyone she was delighted with the idea. She knelt down next to Mark's open lips and brought her face to just an inch above him. He had his mouth open as wide as he could, waiting for the hot load, incredibly excited because he had never done anything like this.
Jean opened her lips and a huge gush of Phil's white cum and saliva fell like water from a tap into Mark's waiting mouth.
"Don't swallow it, Mark!" Phil commanded.
Everyone watched in excited wonder as every last drop of semen fell into Mark's waiting lips. It was incredible! Phil's big cock had deposited its load in Jean's mouth, then she had transferred it, hot and wet, to Mark's mouth. And now Mark had it and didn't know what to do with it.
"Mark, don't swallow, hold it. Marvie, come and lay down here," Phil ordered. Everyone thought immediately that Marvie was going to have to open her mouth and take Phil's load from Mark. But Phil had another plan. Marvie obeyed and laid down next to Mark. Everyone moved to watch what was going to happen. Phil knelt above Mark's face, above his bloated cheeks, and pushed his still hard cock to his closed lips.
"Mark, I want to dip my cock in your mouth and get it all slippery and wet. Then I want you to put your face in Marvie's cunt and shoot all that cum up into her beautiful pussy. Then I'm gonna fuck her, using my own cum as a lubricant, till I shoot again!"
One guy, who had been watching while masturbating, on hearing that, just let his cum fly to the floor. He was too excited to hold it. What was happening was almost unbelievable. Phil was wild!
"Far fucking out!" one girl said, breathless, as she watched Phil stick his cock in Mark's full mouth. It came out covered with white cream and Mark immediately crawled over to Marvie's spread legs. Two people pulled her legs apart and into the air as he fitted his lips to her pussy. Then he pushed with all his might and blew the cum up her twat. Marvie squealed in delight as the still warm semen shot up her pussy walls and spread over her hairy mound. Mark was breathless and spit out every last bit of Phil's cum just before Phil moved his cock into position.
"Hold on, baby, here comes a fuck you'll never forget!" Phil rammed his hard long cock all the way up her in one long stroke. He thought his cock had been buttered since it slipped in so easily with the aid of his cum.
"Incredible!" Jean said, hugging Mark, kissing him, each of them still tasting Phil's load in their mouths.
"They're the greatest turn-on I've ever seen," a girl said, playing with her pussy as she watched Marvie and Phil fuck on the floor.
"Better than any of the movies we've seen," her boyfriend agreed.
Another guy grabbed his camera and started taking pictures from behind, getting good close-ups of Phil's slick cock sliding in and out of Marvie's clasping pussy. His wife urged him to take more, even after he had used the roll up.
It seemed as though they would never stop. A girl rubbed Phil's balls for him and two guys were playing with Marvie's tits as Phil fucked her wildly and brutally.
Finally, with a shout and one fast jerking movement, Phil came for the second time and filled Marvie's cunt till it ran down her asshole. He pulled his cock out and asked, "Anyone wanna lick this clean?"
"I will!" a girl said.
"I will!" another girl said with equal enthusiasm.
They both started licking the cum off his cock.
Then Jean looked Marvie in the eye as the poor girl lay there almost lifeless, her cunt oozing with two loads of semen. She smiled at Marvie and knelt between her legs. Then, what Marvie had dreamed about and wondered about, happened. Jean pressed her pretty face into Marvie's love box and started to suck out all the cum and slide her finger up her twat. Marvie reached down and grabbed Jean's hair. She hadn't reached an orgasm with Phil, so she wanted that to happen now. A guy knelt next to her and started beating his cock above her. Then another, from another side. She looked up at them, the two large penises, the two heads facing each other, the two hands working rapidly back and forth.
Jean's tongue was doing wonderful things to her. The thought that it was Jean, another woman, excited her even further. She felt her little clit being tongued into electric pleasure by Jean's fantastic movements. She imagined Jean's face was covered with Phil's wet come and her own love juices, and that too turned her on.
The two cocks met above her, the heads touching. She didn't know what one came first, but all of a sudden white fluid started dripping down to her neck from the place where they met. She heard a groan and then a lot of people shut up as they watched in excited silence. She moved her whole body down so the cum would fall into her mouth and, at the same time, shoved her spread pussy harder against Jean's face. Then the other cock erupted and semen fell like water in a waterfall to her open mouth. It coated her lips and filled her mouth cavity and then she swallowed. One of the cocks came down to her lips and she licked it clean, and then the other, and soon she was sucking both the heads at once. She closed her eyes, with both the cocks in her lips, and bucked her hips into the air. This was it, she was gonna make it. She shivered and moaned and let her juices flood Jean's face. Her orgasm was one of the best ever and she was wracked with spasms for almost two minutes and finally calmed down as Jean pulled her face out of her throbbing twat.
Marvie didn't participate any longer that night. She watched Phil fuck a girl in her ass. Then he came and sat with Marvie and watched with her. One guy and his wife performed for all of them, doing a sixty-nine position and eating each other's asshole out in front of the group. And a girl, a freaky-looking chick whom Marvie didn't like, peed into a champagne glass and made her boyfriend drink it. As he did so, she sucked him off and he spurted a huge load in her mouth. Then two other couples fucked on the floor in view of the others and switched partners in the midst of their passion. Two girls made love and Mark fucked one of the guys in the ass for the first time, and, though it was painful, he liked it and his wife liked watching it even more.
Finally, the party was over, Some people slept there in the living room, but since the sun was already up, many went home.
Marvie slept in her bed with Phil, wrapped around him tightly. She had been drinking and was out like a flash when she hit the bed. He slept well too. He thought he wouldn't ever get his strength back.
But when they woke up the next morning-actually it was afternoon-Marvie and Phil fucked before they both went off to work.
Marvie was looking forward to the coming week. She would be meeting Greg Townes, showing him her pictures, hoping he would sign her with his agency. If he did, she would be well on her way to a modeling career. She wrote her parents, asking them to say a few prayers for her, and told them she thought she was falling in love with a photographer named Phil. Who also had money.
Chapter Ten
Marvie sat in the big oval office. She was nervous and tried to keep from biting her nails. She had her hair cut very shaggy and was wearing the new clothes she and Phil had picked out for her. Platform shoes, a mid-thigh slit skirt, a Forties padded shoulder blouse, and a scarf on her hair. Finally the secretary picked up the phone and said, "Miss Martin, you may go in now. Mr. Townes is expecting you."
"Hello, Marvie!" Greg Townes greeted her as she walked in the door. He was an older man, reminding Marvie of Mr. McIniss, with a big cigar in his mouth and a semibalding head. He didn't look like the head of the largest modeling agency in the world. The walls were lined with pictures of famous models and a few nudes.
"How do you do?" Marvie said, as she sat in a soft chair across from his desk.
"Cigarette?" he asked.
"No, thank you."
"Mark's told me you're really something else. When'd you decide you wanted to be a model?" He leaned back in his chair and stopped short of putting his feet on the desk. Marvie hated him immediately.
"Since I was a little girl. I come from a small town and there's not much opportunity to model there other than the ladies' club luncheon or the high school fashion show."
He laughed. "Shit, the big city is where it happens. You're in good hands!"
Marvie smiled. "I hope so. Would you like to see my pictures?"
"Sure," he said, stuffing out his cigar on the desk ashtray. He got up-she could notice a big belly sticking over the top of his trousers-and sat in the chair near her. She handed him the portfolio.
The pictures were stunning. Phil was a good photographer and he had put all his time and effort into doing a good job for her.
"Hmmm," Greg Townes said, looking at the photos. "Phillip Whitney, huh? He's a damn good photographer. Damn good. And you're damn good-looking."
She watched him as he looked through the pictures, every now and then glancing back at her, pulling a few of them from the portfolio. Finally he asked, "Do you have any nudes?"
"Nudes?" Marvie didn't think she would need them.
"Yeah, nudes," he repeated rather gruffly.
"I have some, but I didn't bring them. We took them just for fun." She suddenly felt nervous again.
"Then would you take all your clothes off and let me look at you? You can use my private bathroom there if you want to."
Marvie just looked at him and blushed. She didn't want this dirty old man looking at her naked body, but then too she didn't want to lose out on a career. She stood up and took her purse into the bathroom. In a minute she emerged naked except for her panties. She didn't think there was any reason he would want to see her pussy.
"Come out here in the light," Greg said as he looked at her with obvious delight. "Yeah, you're really fine. Damn beautiful tits. Now lemme see your cunt."
"Mr. Townes, I don't-"
"I WANNA SEE YOUR CUNT!"
Marvie pulled her panties down and slid them off her body. Oh, what the hell, she thought, she was good-looking and she didn't mind showing off her pussy. Especially if it would get her a job.
"Damn nice pussy, lotsa hair," he said, still sitting on the chair. He motioned for her to come to him and she did. He reached out and stroked the fur on her mound and grabbed his crotch through his pants. "You're gonna go far, if you stick with me."
Then he got up and clicked his phone and the voice of the secretary said, "Yes, Mr. Townes?"
"Cancel the rest of the appointments for the afternoon. And don't disturb us with anything." CLICK.
Marvie's eyes looked frightened. What had she gotten herself into?
"Mr. Townes, may I put my clothes back on?" Marvie asked quietly.
"No, but you can take mine off if you want," he said, glaring at her.
"I do not want." She started to retreat to the bathroom. He jumped up and twisted her around.
"Listen, CUNT! You're just like all the other broads who come in here! You want a job but you don't wanna work for it. Well, you wanna model, you do what I say. I can make you the biggest thing next year, and I'll do it too, if you do what I want. You're no better than anyone else, you're all a dime a dozen. So you're lucky I'm choosing you. I like your pussy."
Marvie gasped and tried to pull away from him. He held tight and she shouted.
"That won't do you any good, the door's locked and it's soundproof. Now get down on your knees and open my pants."
"No, you bastard! I don't need to do this shit; there are other agencies in town!" She desperately tried to pull away. He was hurting her arm.
"I'll call every one of them and spread your name around so fast that you'll be blackballed. You won't work anywhere except in your small fucking town."
He twisted her arm and flung her to the floor. She hit her head on the side of his desk. The pain made her realize she had better do what he asked, she had no choice at this point.
"Take off my pants, slut," he ordered. She knelt in front of him, feeling naked and ashamed on the floor, and opened his belt. Then she pulled his zipper down and unfastened his pants. They fell to his knees and she pulled them down to the floor. His socks were held up with garters and she almost laughed at the ridiculous sight he made, standing there in his boxer shorts with his garters showing and his pants crumpled up around his feet.
"The shoes," he mumbled, and Marvie took off his shoes, then pants, and finally unfastened the garters and pulled his socks off. Then, shaking, she pulled his shorts down to the floor and stared at this cock. It was old and shriveled and small. He grabbed it and pulled on it and told her to get it hard.
She took it in her hands and played with it. She was hoping he wasn't going to make her put it in her mouth, when he said, "Suck on it, give a nice blow job!"
She almost gagged as she took the man's horrible penis in her lips, She tried to pretend it was Phil's or Doug's, but the size difference was just too great. She sucked on the little member until she finally felt it starting to lengthen. Finally, it was hard, still only half the size of Phil's cock, and it bent to one side, which she thought was strange.
"Suck me off, baby! You're good!" He shouted at her as he planted his feet into the carpeting. He thrust his fat hips forward and lifted his shirt and tie so he could see her head moving back and forth on his penis.
Marvie moaned and closed her eyes, trying to make the best of it. He was sweating and pumping and making all kinds of noises, trying to come. She grabbed his balls, hoping that would help, but he still couldn't make it. She was so tired and so mad she wanted to bite hard and run.
Finally, he removed his coat and shirt and tie, and then his undershirt, and stood naked while she continued sucking on his cock. She had been working on it for almost ten minutes now. Her mouth ached and she looked up for permission to breathe.
"SUCK HARD! Goddammit! HARD!" He was blaming it on her, but she knew she was doing her best. She could bring a guy to climax in a minute, she was so good, Phil had told her so and so had Mark. Damn, this old fart couldn't come with anyone sucking on his cock!
Finally, Marvie pulled away and took a deep breath. He grabbed her by the hair and said, "Hey, what's the idea? Suck me off, I wanna come in your mouth, you cunt!"
She went back to his cock, tears streaming from her eyes, his hand still pulling her hair. She didn't know what to do-she knew he wasn't going to come, but he didn't know that.
Then he gave up. Marvie sat back and rubbed her chin. She thought her face was going to fall off! He came down to the floor and stuck his head between her legs and started kissing her pussy lips. Marvie let him and even felt a few good sensations from it, but she dreaded what was to come.
"Lemme fuck you," he growled, pushing her onto her back. She had feared it, but there was nothing she could do in such a helpless situation. She wanted to run and cry and find Phil's protective arms, but she knew she couldn't. If he could come, he would be pleased and would get her work. But if he couldn't, what would happen then?
He slammed his body atop hers and fitted his small cock in her pussy lips. She couldn't even feel it-it was as if a finger had slid up there. She was so used to Phil's big cock and Mark's enormous dick that anything smaller seemed like nothing.
"I'm gonna come in your cunt, you little hellcat! I'm gonna come like you never seen in your life!" She wondered, lying there under his sweating awful body, how he ever came to be the top model's agent in the country? He was so like Carlos, so like Punk. She started to cry again and all at once she felt terribly dirty, ashamed. How had she ever allowed herself to reach such a position? Her life in the big city was becoming a nightmare and she wanted out.
Greg banged up and down on her. She closed her eyes, felt his huge belly, sniffed the terrible smell, heard his groanings and mumblings. She wished he would come and get off her. She couldn't stand his weight, couldn't stand his face above hers.
"I'm gonna fuck you, little bitch! I'm gonna come!" He slammed his cock in and out of her cunt as fast as he could, trying desperately to reach a climax. Then he hit her-SLAP!- against the side of her face, shouting, "Make me come you little bitch! Make my cock come!"
"Please, no ... "Marvie was near hysteria by this time. Tears poured down her face and she found it difficult breathing with the heavy man on top of her. She felt the pain on the side of her face and she wanted to die.
"Goddamn bitch, what good are ya?" he shouted as he finally pulled his cock out of her pussy. He knelt next to her and rapidly beat it up and down in his hand, stuffing his other hand up her pussy, pressing with his fingers till it actually hurt Marvie.
Then, all of a sudden, he came and his small jets of sperm shot out over her stomach and breasts. She was thankful it finally happened, but she couldn't bring herself to stop crying. She wanted the nightmare to end.
She couldn't remember clearly, but she knew she got to the bathroom and dressed, and he did the same in the office. When she walked out, clutching her purse to her side, and picked up her portfolio from the chair, she turned to go out the door without a word.
"I'll see you Monday, then," he said to her from behind the desk, as if nothing had happened.
Marvie turned around, amazed. "What?"
"We'll get you set up, get you a few interviews, have the representation papers to sign. Then maybe you and I can go up to my apartment and spend a few hours."
Marvie couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had had enough of this vile, terrible man, and she wasn't going to be foolish enough to listen to him. She had just learned the price for a modeling career, a price she was unwilling to pay. Maybe some other foolish girl, but not her.
She walked up to his desk, leaned over as if to kiss him, and slapped her hand across the side of his face as hard as she could, with all the might in her body. He sat there in stunned silence, rubbing the side of his face as she stood up and straightened her blouse. Then, taking careful aim, almost impulsively, she spit directly between his eyes.
She turned and walked out of the office, never to return. She felt good. She had made a decision and she had carried it out. Now she could go to Phil and rest and cry if she needed to. She needed him now more than ever.
EPILOGUE
Marvie knocked at the door and called, "Phil, it's Marvie! Are you asleep?"
The door opened a bit and Marvie pushed it open all the way and moved into the apartment. "Oh, Phil, the most awful ..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence. She realized suddenly that Phil was naked and his hard cock was standing in front of him. Marvie turned, without a word and saw a girl whom she had never seen before, and another stranger, a guy, standing near the little bedroom, both of them naked also.
"Marvie, I didn't expect ..." Phil groped for the right words. He couldn't find them. He could see she was upset, that she needed him, and he knew this wasn't the time for him to be caught sneaking a little group sex. He almost wanted to ask her to join in, but he knew this wasn't the time.
Marvie looked at him with hurt eyes and turned and ran out of the apartment. She felt the same as the day she had been raped, aimless, helpless, terrible. She had counted on Phil, she loved Phil, and even he wasn't there when she needed him. She was fed up with the sophisticated life of the big city. She had had enough, she had tried but there was no way in the world she could live up to the rules and demands.
She ran back to the apartment, packed her suitcase, left a note for Jean asking her to mail her other things, and took a taxi to the airport. In an hour she was on her way home, on her way to the shelter of her parents' love and understanding. She needed a rest, needed time to think about her future, needed time to recover from the frantic sexual dealings with all the people she had met recently.
Looking out the window of the plane, she began to cry, this time out of happiness.
Marvie felt good again, strong again, in no time. Her parents welcomed her back and she chalked up the time in the big city to experience. She had tried it and it just wasn't for her. She would always be a small-town girl, with small-town ideas. She had learned much in the city, but she also knew she wanted love more than she wanted sex.
Soon she met a boy, David, who worked at the lumber company in town. They dated a few times and Marvie started remembering the things she had learned about sex. And she used them, giving him the best blow job his huge cock had ever had. She taught him how to fuck her in the ass and made him realize how nice it was to have her finger up his ass as he jerked off.
As time went on, and as they experimented with each other sexually, they fell deeply in love. Marvie thanked the city for teaching her about sex, now that she was putting them to good use. She also thanked the city for the terrible frustrations it had put her through. Otherwise she would never have returned home. She would have been a "model"-sucking off men like Greg Townes, caring about Phil who really didn't want to be cared about, and the roommate of a swinger whose whole life revolved around sex.
Marvie and David were married the following summer. They had a big church wedding in the small town where they both had grown up. Marvie had been through a lot, but for her, life was just beginning.
