Delia Longstreet laughed and struggled with Horace Hayden's head. He had stopped the car on this lonely beach road, issued a drunken, tortured moan, and fallen face down in her lap. He had pushed up her skirt His mouth, hot and wet with passion, plastered hungry kisses on her thighs.
"Delia . . . Oh, Delia. You're so beautiful!"
"Yes, and you had much too much to drink at the office party, Horace. You don't know what you're saying. Come on, be a nice man and behave yourself."
Delia knew, of course, that Horace wasn't about to stop. The ice was broken and he was over the brink. The gates of his resistance were down, crumbled, made mincemeat of, and it was about time. She had wondered how long he could endure her teasing. Now she knew. She felt amused and triumphant. Now she could reap the rewards of her efforts.
AH of which should be great fun, Delia mused. She'd love to hear him whine. He had never treated her very nicely at Midway Beach Realty where they both worked and she, in her own inimitable way, had vowed to get the better of Kim. Horace Hayden, prim, staid, stern and the al-business-all-the-time type, was the office manager. She was a clerk-typist under him. Horace was her boss. And it seemed to her that he went out of his way to be unpleasant toward her, had done so ever since she'd been with the firm.
For a man in his late forties, he had been the coldest fish she'd ever been unfortunate enough to meet. But she hadn't let his sour disposition get her down. Instead, she had accepted it as a challenge to her feminine allure. She'd made up her mind to bring him to her feet. He was only a man, after all, and she'd never seen one in her entire twenty-two years who, if handled just right, couldn't be had.
Tonight was victory night, though. Here he was, groveling for her, his bushy graving head bouncing up and down as he slavered over her perfumed white flesh. And for a long moment Delia allowed him to continue. Let him get thoroughly stimulated, she decided, and then she could put on the brakes. She could imagine the happy results. She'd definitely make him sweat.
The office party had presented the opportunity. Their boss had thrown it to celebrate a huge sale of beach property they'd been trying to move before the exclusive sale rights ran out, and they had succeeded just hours ahead of the deadline. The commission to Midway Beach Realty was a small fortune in itself. Thus the celebration. Food and booze had been brought in and the entire organization had enjoyed the happy shindig.
Horace Hayden, to Delia's complete surprise, had got drunk. She hadn't imagined that the normally self-possessed office manager would do such a thing, but he had. And the drunker he got, the more his large black eyes sought her out. Delia had been delighted. Well, she had thought to herself, the bastard was finally coming around.
She'd begun to wonder if she'd lost her touch. In the office, ostensibly without purpose, she had used her feminine wiles on him every chance she got. She brushed against him, slung her golden blonde hair near his face so he could catch its exotic perfume. At the movable typing table where she worked, where he could get a clear view of her legs, she had shown him just enough to antagonize his senses, pretending she was unaware of his secret glances. He looked but he never once let his hair down and made a pass. She'd begun to doubt he ever would.
Now, however, the cat was out of the bag. He had stumbled up to her at the party and asked if she had a ride home, and when she told him no, he'd muttered that he'd give her a lift. She'd known then that something was going to happen. Umm humm, she'd thought, sex begins to rear its ugly head.
Now, with her dress up to her waist and Horace gushing hot kisses on her creamy thighs, Delia settled farther down on the car seat so that he could get at her more easily. At the same time she gripped his hair and made a weak attempt at resistance. This tantalized him more, naturally, and his lips began crawling lustfully toward her cunt.
Smiling to herself, Delia felt her pussy tingling, sending delicious sensations through her flesh. This kind of situation she dearly loved. It turned her on. Give her ten minutes, she joyously mused, and she'd have his tongue poked halfway up her belly, sending her to the stars. It would be a fitting end to the silent cold war that had previously existed between them. Degrade the hell out of the hateful bastard . . . that was the ticket. Laugh in his face while he gorged helplessly at her cunt. What in the world could be sweeter!
Horace's knees hit the floorboard of the car with a dull thud as he wrangled to wedge his face between her legs. She resisted only mildly as he forced up one thigh, dove under it and came up between her legs, plastering the in-sides of both thighs with hot, frantic kisses.
"I've got to eat you! I can't stand it another minute!"
Delia pushed at his hot forehead with both hands. "Oh, no, you don't! Stop this, Horace. Stop acting like a fool!"
"But why? Why!"
"Because I don't want you to. This is all so sudden. I never even dreamed you were interested in me. You certainly didn't show it before. I'm surprised at you, Horace. This sudden attack leaves me shocked. If I'd known you were going to act this way I wouldn't have let you drive me home. You're drunker than I thought."
"I had to get drunk. I couldn't get up enough nerve to tell you how I felt. I couldn't get the words out otherwise."
"Oh? And just how do you feel about me, Horace? I'd really like to know."
"I'm wild about you, darling! You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen!"
"Well, that's very nice, and I appreciate the compliment. But I don't happen to feel the same toward you, Horace."
"You do, too! I know you do!"
"Why do you think that?"
I'm not blind, darling. You've flirted with me, you've practically thrown yourself at me. God, if you only knew how I've tried to resist falling in love with you! But no longer! I give up! I'll do anything for you. I worship you, Delia, I swear! I'm going crazy for you!"
He renewed his struggle, his panting mouth searching for her flesh. She held him at bay. The expression of his face, dimly visible in the moonlight, displayed his anguish. Delia was amused. She had him going now. She felt excited.
"No, you're badly mistaken, Horace. I've never flirted with you. You've been imagining things. You must have the world's biggest ego if you thought that. It's not true in the least. I was never interested in you that way. Why would I be? You always treated me so horribly! If anything, I should hate you. I don't, but I should. I'd certainly be justified."
"If I acted badly it was because I was fighting-fighting both you and myself . . . to keep from throwing myself at your feet! I'm sorry for the way I acted, Delia! You've got to believe me! I love you! I'm going out of my mind!"
She stifled a laugh, nestled her legs closer against his inflamed cheeks. "Well, I'm sorry this has all happened," she said seriously. "I had no idea. But regardless, Horace, you must get hold of yourself. Well pretend none of this ever happened. Now please, take me home. It's late and we both have to work tomorrow. We must be sensible."
"No!" Horace blurted hoarsely. "No! I've got to have you!"
He ran his hands up to her panties, caught the elastic, jerked them down her legs and off, swearing determinedly. He flung the panties in the back seat. "Now that I've broken the ice," he growled crazily, "I'm not backing down."
"What are you going to do? Rape me? Listen, Horace, don't be stupid. You're not the caveman type."
"Rape or not, I'm going to eat you."
"Oh no, you're not, either! Horace, you're making me angry!"
"Take off your clothes, Delia."
"What! Here in this car? Somebody could come along. You think I'd want to be caught naked? By the police maybe? Now I know you've lost your mind."
"Nobody ever travels this road after midnight, so don't worry, we won't be disturbed."
"I wouldn't think of undressing here, with you, anyway. I don't know who you think you are. You're taking too much for granted."
"You want me to tear your dress off you?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
Delia began to have her doubts, though, about what he might or might not do. She'd never seen him act like this. She commenced to wonder if she hadn't grabbed a tiger by the tail. Not that she was frightened. Actually, she was delighted. She'd been trying to stir the beast in him to action, and now she had. But she was still surprised. She hadn't thought he'd turn so demanding, so rough, so horny that he'd actually attack her. It was incredible.
He grabbed the top of her dress. "Goddamn it, I'm not kidding!"
"Don't-wait a minute. I paid a fortune for this dress. I can't afford to have it ruined!"
"Are you going to strip or not?"
"Listen, Horace-please. Can't we settle down and talk this over? I mean-honestly!"
"Take it off or I rip it off!"
"Horace, be reasonable! For God's sake!"
He started to jerk the material again. She heard a small ripping sound. Then she was sure.
"No! Don't tear it! I'll do it. I think you're insane, but I'll do it. This just happens to be my best dress."
Still on his knees before her, he watched her remove the garment. In the moonlight his eyes glowed hot and eager. Before she got completely nude he moaned horribly, kissed her legs gustily and then quickly pushed his face between her thighs, ground his mouth to her pussy mound.
Delia didn't fight it. She finished lifting the garment over her head. She casually folded it as best she could, then reached over and dropped it carefully on the back seat.
Horace pushed his tongue in her cunt. Delia looked down at him, smiled and studied the back of his burrowing head. Then, entirely naked, she lay her blonde head back, stretched her arms, feeling both delicious and voluptuous at this happy turn of events. If there was anything she loved, it was having her pussy eaten. She wondered how good Horace would be.
CHAPTER TWO
A sheen of perspiration having dampened her body from head to toe, Delia gasped and hunched her hips with reckless abandonment. A humid August breeze fanned through the car window, doing nothing to cool her white undulating form. She didn't care. She was out of it, she was suspended on cloud nine and she didn't care what happened. Horace had her electrified. His face was buried deep in her cunt and his tongue, just rough enough to tantalize, licked her clit furiously. Each stroke filled her with ecstasy.
"Oooo, you do it so good," she kept hissing between sighs. "You're marvelous, Horace, marvelous. Ooooo."
Her slim fingers gripped his bushy hair, her nails flexed and dug at his scalp. Her nerves sang, and every inch of her flesh lived in erotic glory. She felt like screaming her joy.
It was hectic, the way they were doing it. The small space between the car seat and instrument panel didn't provide enough room. Yet lust will not be denied, and Horace, turned animal in his wild eagerness for her body, had squatted low on the floorboard with his knees doubled under him. With her legs scissoring his head and her upper torso crowded against the far corner of the seat, they managed the frantic interlude. Beneath her, Horace gripped her asscheeks tightly, his strong fingers digging and squeezing her resilient flesh. The digging and squeezing brought pain, but it was delicious pain, adding much to her excitement.
Regardless of the close quarters, Delia managed to grind and hunch her perspiring form in response to the fantastic tongue which was making her heart flutter, race and pound against her ribs. The ecstasy was all-consuming, even down to her dainty toes. Her small feet made rapid, impulsive kicks in the center of Horace's back, her heels making little thudding sounds when the feelings grew too exquisite to bear.
The ecstasy climbed from her twitching toes up her calves and thighs to her pussy where Horace was gustily sucking and licking, then on up her shimmering belly to her tits. Her up-tilted, cantaloupe-shaped breasts ached. Her nipples felt bursting.
Delia untangled one hand from Horace's head, brought it to her tits. She squeezed and tortured the firm mounds, pinched the nipples, stroked them roughly. The inflamed and swollen buds quivered. Delia's eyes rolled upward in divine sensation. Her mouth hung open wantonly. Her tongue made moist, circuitous trips about her full lips.
"Oooo," she purred shakily. "Ooo . . . I think I'm going to cum."
She tightened up all over and forgot to breathe. The orgasm started slow, somewhere in her shapely calves. It climbed in growing shudders up her entranced, quivering form. Then it hit like a cyclone, splitting her mind, leaving her senseless and aware only of blissful shock-waves pulsating through her flesh. She cried a cat-call of pure lust.
"Ahhhhh . . . Ahhhhh . . . Ohhhhh . . . Ahhhhh!"
Her body snapped loose of the hypnotic spell suddenly, springing once more to action, a race against breathless time. She gripped Horace's hair with both hands again, throwing her ass in rapid hunches against his face, her swollen pus-sylips engulfing his heated features. His strong fingers bit deeper in her flying buttocks, shooting sparks of hurt through her, making her sing out more cries of lust
She jerked and bucked mindlessly, ruthlessly, as the orgasm continued. Horace's face, frozen in lust, large eyes bugged and bright, became a mere object for her to fuck. She whipped her cunt up and down against his wide open mouth and protruding tongue. His expression was a mask of craven submission. The sight, and the additional sense of power it brought her, triggered the culmination of her climax. She threw back her head and shrieked one last time.
Delia heaved a sigh of relief and settled back to earth, her body trembling down by degrees. She lay quietly while Horace licked her juices. He moaned as though her honeyed cum paralyzed his brain. She stroked his forehead while he licked and sucked. This was so nice, this aftermath attention. She smiled contentedly and watched him wallowing in her cunt, her hands playing at his ears and burning cheeks.
She quivered deliciously. Let him keep it up, she mused, and she'd soon be ready again. One thing she was sure of, she never tired of having her pussy eaten. It was one of her favorite pastimes. She felt she could thrive on it forever.
Well, she thought while her nerves glowed pleasantly, she had definitely brought Mr. Horace Hayden down to size. She'd turned him to mincemeat sexually. Her tempting efforts in the office had finally paid off. His attitude toward her would be much better now, and her work easier. As a matter-of-fact, she might even come out of all this with a nice raise in salary. She smiled at the thought
Horace's mouth and tongue worked continuously as her hands played over his face, brushed over his bulging eyes, worried his ears and dug lightly at his scalp. Horace groaned and feasted, hopelessly lost in his desires. His eyes roamed her moon-silvered body while he cravingly licked her cunt. He was obviously stoned on beauty and the flavor of her flesh. Delia tingled at the knowledge. She had him where she wanted him. She had him enslaved.
Delia wondered if Horace intended eating her pussy all night long. Pleasant thought! She certainly wouldn't mind. She loved the way he did it loved it, loved it, loved it. Yes, it'd be nice to spend hours on end thrilling to one orgasm after another. Yes, she'd settle for that She'd have a blast
But suddenly he stopped. He tore his mouth from her pussy, ground it in the pit of her belly, worked upward toward her swollen tits. He sucked them in his mouth and chewed her sensitive nipples. She felt them flare and pulsate between his teeth. Her hands pushed against him in trembling protest
"Not so hard," she cautioned. "Don't bite them off."
He broke loose, panting loudly, "It's your time to do me. My cock's so hard it's busting."
"Do what? Do you how?"
"Suck my cock, what else? I sucked you." She felt herself tighten. "No. I don't want to."
He looked angry. "What the hell, what is this? I eat you and you eat me. Fair is fair." The change in his attitude surprised her. Maybe she didn't have him so enslaved as she'd imagined.
She shook her head vehemently. "No thank you. The very idea gags me."
"That's tough." He opened the car door and started getting out.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to strip. We're going to get with it.
She stared at him in the moonlight. She didn't know what to say. He commenced taking off his clothes. He tossed each item past her into the rear of the car.
Delia grew worried. "Don't be a fool, Horace. If the police come along and catch us both naked we'll be in real trouble."
"Hell with it," he growled. "I'm too steamed up.
"Let's go somewhere else, where it'll be safer."
"Never happen." He sounded determined. He was breathing hard, his eyes never leaving her. "God, you're beautiful, Delia. You look like a silvery queen. I never saw such a body."
"I'd look just as good in a safe bed. Please, put your trousers on and drive us somewhere else. We can go to my apartment . . . anyplace but here. I'm frightened. I'd hate to be dragged to jail, naked like this. We'd both feel like idiots."
"All I feel is my hard cock throbbing. And I can't wait another minute to get my rocks off. So stop arguing. You're wasting your breath."
"You're still drunk. You don't realize how serious this is. Horace, for heaven's sake, use your head!"
"I already have-on you. You didn't complain then. You did everything you could to keep me eating you. You got yours. And now you want to call it quits without letting me get mine. I say that's being selfish."
He climbed back in the car, his big body surprisingly hairy in his nakedness. His cock stood out straight and hard. She had quickly moved to the far side of the seat, under the steering wheel. He sat leaning toward her, his eyes shining hot.
"Don't be difficult, Delia. Come on. give me the blow-job of my life. You owe it to me."
"No! You must be insane!"
"I blew you. You enjoyed yourself, I could tell. So why won't you do the same for me?"
"I don't make bargains. That kind at least. You're being absurd."
"You mean you don't suck cocks?"
"Do you have to sound so gross!" she flared.
"I can't imagine what's happened to you, Horace. You never talked like this in the office. And certainly never acted this way. I'm flabbergasted, really! You're so changed! So different!"
"Hell," he said, "you'd bring out the worst in anybody."
"You've had too much to drink. It can't be anything else."
Horace edged closer to her. "Are you going to suck my cock or not?"
"No! Leave me alone!"
"I thought you liked me."
"I do, but not that much," she said testily.
"Are you trying to tell me you're particular about whose cock you suck? Is that it?"
"Well, yes, if you must know."
"But not particular about who eats you, right?"
"Listen, Horace. I didn't want you to park the car and start anything. It wasn't my idea, it was yours. All I wanted was to be driven home. I've begged you to be sensible. You refuse. Now, for the umpteenth time, will you please sober up and take me home. I mean it, Horace. I want to go!"
"And I want my cock sucked, Delia." He put his left hand behind her neck, tried to pull her head down on his cock. She resisted. She could see his cock. It had a huge head and she imagined she saw it throbbing and pulsating in the moonlight. She shuddered and attempted to pull away.
"Oh, come on, it won't kill you, honey. Be a good girl and suck my prick. Give me the blow-job of my life. You can do it, I know you can."
"You must be out of your mind!" She struggled harder as he pulled her head nearer his prick. He ran his hand up the nape of her neck, grasped a handful of her hair and tightened his fingers in it. He twisted his hand and the pain brought instant tears to her eyes. "Don't . . . don't. . . Horace, you're hurting me!"
"And you're hurting me, Delia, whether you realize it or not My prick is aching, actually hurting. The only thing that'll cure it is a good, old-fashioned blow-job. I'm not leaving here without it."
Tears ran down her cheeks. She was shocked to learn that he was so brutal. She'd never pictured him as the kind of man who would force a girl. She supposed it was the alcohol. It changed some people from mice to monsters. Apparently it had such an effect on Horace. He was actually turning beast
Delia whimpered as he forced her face toward his waiting prick. "No . . . I can't. . . leant!"
"Hell you can't honey. It's easy. All you have to do is open your sweet lips and let it slide between your teeth. Then all you do is suck, like on an all-day sucker."
"I won't! I couldn't stand it!"
"You rather I yank out a patch of your hair? You want a bald patch in the middle of your head? That's what's going to happen if you don't stop fighting and start sucking."
Delia shuddered. It wasn't that she had anything against sucking a man's cock, but she had a hang-up about being forced. She didn't like being pressured into anything. It went against her grain. She had always been one to pick and choose her sex partners. On top of that, the circumstances had to be right. She felt she needed to think an awful lot of a man to want to suck his prick. And she definitely didn't care enough for Horace Hayden to suck his.
She began to realize, however, that Horace meant business in his threat He'd turned just drunk enough and mean enough to carry out his threat.
Delia decided the only way she would ever get out of this mess was to give him what he wanted. She didn't wish to end up minus a handful of hair. She'd look like hell.
"All right, Horace-all right! But stop hurting me!"
He eased the hair-twisting. "Get with it, then. Get on it, baby. Do me up right"
Delia took a deep breath. Slowly, miserably, she bent over. She took hold of his large cock, felt it flare the instant she touched it. It overflowed the palm of her hand. She lowered her mouth to the straining knob, ran her tongue around it. Horace's excitement leaped. His entire body twitched and he gasped his eagerness. "Get it, baby! Get it, get it, suck it, get it!"
Delia dampened her lips with her tongue. She took the throbbing prick in her mouth, tasting the strong, salty flavor of his maleness. Horace moaned and gyrated his hips as she slowly eased her mouth down the length of his cock, licking and wetting it, then working her way back up to the big, mushroomed knob. By now the pungent taste had disappeared, and she couldn't honestly say that sucking his cock was as disagreeable as she'd imagined it would be. As a matter-of-fact, some perverse element in the situation gave her a small sense of excitement. If she wished, she knew, she could drive him up the wall with pleasure. She'd been told she was quite expert at it.
It depended on the circumstances, of course. If a particular man appealed to her, she enjoyed sucking his cock and would suck him blue in the face if he wished her to. It thrilled her to know she could please a man so much. Actually, it gave her a sense of power. When she was sucking a man's cock he was rendered helpless, completely at her mercy. She liked the idea. In a deviate way, it turned her on. It was nice to know she could make a man scream in agonized pleasure. It did much for her ego.
But with Horace Hayden she had mixed emotions. She felt no special appeal from him and didn't like the manner in which he treated her. If anything, she felt more vindictive toward him. He was manhandling her, forcing her. And this she didn't appreciate, no, not in the least.
Horace's big body quaked its entire length as she flicked her tongue over his sensitive knob, then licked the area just beneath the quivering flanges. "Ohhhhh," he moaned. "Ohhhh . . . "
Filling her mouth with saliva, she swirled her tongue all around his prick while moving her head up and down. She felt shudders race through his body. He whimpered and groaned. His feet kicked up and down on the floorboard of the car.
"Oh God, it's good! Oh God--! "
Delia turned her mouth into a vacuum pump. She sucked the dancing prick as far down her throat as she possibly could. Horace started writhing, bucking, squirming. He renewed his grip in her hair. His hips pumped up and down recklessly, fucking her mouth as though he were fucking her pussy. His cock rammed the rear of her throat. He seemed to be trying to shove the pulsating cockhead past her throat and into her belly. He made a horrible moan.
He held her head firmly and shot his load. The plunging knob struck the roof of her mouth, slapped against her tongue, raked her teeth in the fury of his crazed passion. His sperm suddenly splashed against her palate, filling her throat and flooding the insides of her cheeks. He strained and bucked. He held her head so she couldn't escape. He kept pumping and issuing agonized wails of ecstasy.
Delia knew she'd have to swallow or she'd surely gag. She swallowed his cum and then, somewhat turned on herself, she continued sucking until his prick began to wilt. Horace shook bodily and his gasps began to diminish. Finally, he sighed.
"Hold it, honey. That's it. I'm drained."
But Delia didn't cease sucking the dying prick. Surprisingly aroused now, she found herself in a dazed state of erotic yearnings. She loved sucking the cock, pulling every last drop from it. She didn't care now whose prick it was, it was anybody's prick, and she adored it. She wanted to suck it and feel it growing hard again. She wanted it stiff and quivering hard once more, plunging up and down in her hungry mouth and straining with muscled life. So she kept tonguing and sucking.
"Hey, hold it! Wait a minute!" Horace yelped. "That's enough! Can't take anymore.
I've had it, Delia. You're sucking my guts out!"
She paid no attention. Then she felt her head jerked roughly up off his cock. He still had her hair gripped in his fingers. The pain snapped her back to reality. She blinked tears from her eyes.
Tou don't have to pull so hard," she complained. He released her hair. She sat up on the seat and pushed the damp blonde strands from her face.
"Damn, you're really something, Delia. It's hell to get you started and hell to get you stopped. You had me jumping out of my skin. Sorry if I hurt you but I couldn't help it."
"Take me home, Horace. You've got what you wanted."
"Not yet I haven't. Not quite yet."
"What do you mean? I thought-well you said-"
"That I was finished? Unh unh, sugar. I just need a breather, that's all. Me eating you and you eating me are just the preliminaries. I haven't fucked you yet. Hell, if we don't end up fucking the whole evening will be a flop."
"I don't want to fuck, Horace. I just want to go home and forget this miserable experience."
"Not on your sweet life! I've been dreaming too long of having you like this, and now that it's happened I'm going to take my fill. I'll probably never get another chance."
"You're right about that," Delia said contemptuously. "No, you never will. I hate your guts. I despise you."
"Tough," Horace said. "Sorry about that"
CHAPTER THREE
Horace started playing with his cock. Delia could see him stroking it in the moonlight, from the comer of her eye. She also noticed that he was staring intently at her naked body. His breath came in low grunts.
She had thought at first that he was trying to get his cock hard so he could fuck her. But his cock was already hard, and there he sat, just masturbating and staring. It took her awhile to figure him out, and when she did, am impulsive giggle bubbled out of her throat. Horace Hay-den was getting his kick drinking in the vision of her moon-silvered body through his eyes, and jerking himself off in whatever fantasy burned inside his perverse brain.
"If you knew how ridiculous you look, you'd stop that," she said. "You really must be some kind of kook."
"You're so gorgeous, Delia! God, you're beautiful!" He spoke between short gaspy grunts, his bugged eyes glued to her nude form. She imagined she could actually feel his hungry gaze on her flesh, as though his concentration sent tiny electric charges peppering her sensitive skin. She found the screwball situation rather fascinating. Her boss was turning out to be quite a character. He surprised her more and more by the minute.
Delia felt tempted to laugh out loud as she watched Horace pumping his prick. It appealed to her mischievous nature and delighted the erotic imp within her. A sense of intrigue grasped her. She decided to make the most of it.
For Horace Hayden's jaded benefit, she stretched her arms voluptuously, sighed wickedly, then started a slow sensual caressing of her own body. She heard him catch his breath.
"Oh Jesus! Oh sweet Jesus!"
Delia giggled. She extended her legs far as she could, pushed out her firm, tilted boobs and clasped her hands over them. She massaged her tits, squeezed them, and toyed with the pointed pink nipples. She felt them turn hard. She brushed the flat of her palms around and around and across her nipples, lightly ruffing them and teasing them. It was delicious, knowing that Horace was living on each movement she made. He looked hypnotized. He breathed jerkily and kept pumping his big prick. Delia felt giddy pleasure at the effect she was creating. It was nice to know she could make a man beat his own meat just watching her.
Changing positions, she sat up and scooted closer to him. She gathered her legs beneath her so she could face him. She commenced stroking his bug-eyed features with her perfumed hand. His eyes rolled. He sucked in a gush of air. He looked drowned in sensation. She softly laughed and leaned nearer. "You're pathetic, Horace, did you know that? Really pathetic."
"Oh God, Delia! Oh God, what you do to me!"
Her lips curled in a smile. "Do you always play with yourself when you're with a girl? Is that what it takes for you?"
He couldn't reply to her taunting, just kept his fist leaping up and down the shaft of his cock while she caressed his face. She ran her fingertips around the gaping circle of his parted lips. His tongue swiped at them. She pinched his tongue lightly, toyed with it a moment, then deserted it. He moaned at the loss.
"You look absolutely stupid, Horace. I never thought such a serious man like you could change and act like this. I'm disappointed in you, I really am."
"Keep doing what you're doing, Della! Oh God, I love it! Oh my God!"
His reaction delighted her. Even in the poor light, she saw how flushed he was. She captured his face in both hands, stroked him all over his burning cheeks and forehead. He shook in response. His grunts grew more passionate. His tongue kept slashing at her teasing fingers. She drifted her fingertips to his lips, brushed back and forth across them. His breath was hot. She studied his agonized features with contemptuous interest as she continued tormenting him. She found it all so amusing. She had lovely hands, she knew, and she kept them perfectly manicured and perfumed. Horace obviously found them fascinating. He kept trying to capture them in his mouth. His tongue whipped them at every chance with soft, moist licks. She loved the feel of it.
She eased one slim finger in his mouth. His lips closed about it and his moan was delirious. He began sucking her finger immediately, as though it were the most delicious morsel he'd ever tasted.
She worked the finger around and around his tongue. She toyed with it, made his tongue chase the finger. She giggled. She pulled her finger almost out of his mouth, felt his sucking efforts to keep it from escaping. She began pushing it in and out between his pursed lips sensually. He looked stoned on ecstasy. The sight fascinated her. It was amazing how enthralled he was, how much power a girl could render with one simple little finger, provided she had natural instincts of sexual prowess. And Delia had known she possessed the talent ever since her early teens. She hadn't had to be told. She simply knew it.
Smiling, she eased the finger tormentingly slowly from between his lips. His tongue followed it. He was whining. She teased his tongue farther and farther out by brushing it with fight strokes of her palm and fingertips. Horace's expression had turned agonized. Whimpering, he kept masturbating and mouthing her hand. She pressed her scented palm over his lips, felt his wet tongue squashing back against it
Laughing softly, Delia tried to wrap her fingers around the protruding tongue. It was too slippery. She coaxed it farther out. Horace's face was a mask of desire. The sight delighted her. He looked absolutely craven.
His eyes bulged horribly, his mouth stretched wide open, his tongue poked incredibly far out. He wanted her to be able to grasp it, she knew. He was silently screaming for more of her perverse play.
Suited her! She loved games like this. They were more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
"Farther, Horace . . . just a little farther . .
He strained. Their sordid efforts were out in the open now. She employed both hands, one working at his mouth, the other seeking grips on his slippery tongue. His saliva flowed gustily, soaking her fingers. She giggled constantly at his groans and gurgles. She found it all highly exciting, stimulating to her sense of deviltry, her pleasure in anything salacious.
She kept trying to get a good grip on his tongue, but it continued slipping away. Even between them she couldn't hold it. She finally settled for holding his chin in one hand and stroking his protruded tongue with the other. She ran her fingertips along his tongue inside his stretched mouth clear to his throat. He began gagging a little. She knew some men liked to be gagged. His mouth turned gushy. She found it pleasant playing with his tongue, watching his flushed face and realizing what she was doing to him.
After awhile she stopped amusing herself with his tongue. She pushed him away and leaned back, her head resting partially on the back of the cushioned seat. His hot eyes never deserted her for an instant. His hand steadily pumped his prick.
She lifted her leg and rested her naked foot on his shoulder. His head twisted immediately. He plastered her calf with loud smacky kisses. She smiled. She put the other foot on his opposite shoulder. He twisted and smothered this calf with kisses also.
She scooted farther down, hooked her knees over his big shoulders. His eyes stared at her bush, just inches from his face. He bent toward it. She put her palms against his forehead, held him from it He moaned horribly. She giggled and began grinding her pussy. His tongue slurped at her cunt but couldn't reach it. She brushed pussy hair across his mouth and seeking tongue. It drove him wild.
"Please, Delia-Oh God, please!"
She had to laugh. "Please what, Horace? What are you talking about?"
"Let me eat it! Let me eat it! Oh God--! "
"Eat what Horace? I don't understand."
"Your pussy! Your pussy!"
"But you've already eaten me once, Horace. You mean you want to eat me again? I don't believe you."
"I do, I do! Oh Jesus, I'm going crazy!"
"You want to eat my pussy while you're masturbating? Horace, I'm surprised at you! What on earth are you going to want next! You really are a kook. I'm amazed!"
"Can't help it can't help it! You drive me insane!"
"But I thought you were going to fuck me, Horace. That's what you said. Have you changed your mind or something? Don't you still want to fuck me?"
"Yes! Yes I do! But I've got to eat it again first! Don't torture me like this, Delia-for God's sake!"
He struggled anew to get his tongue in her taunting cunt but she held him off just enough to madden him. Her pussy was wet from her own excitement. She felt tempted to let him have it. That would spoil much of the fun, however. Instead, she allowed the tip of his tongue to catch fleeting tastes and once in awhile she gave him a good, juicy lick to further tantalize his jaded appetite, inspiring him to states of whining frustration. She laughed and giggled at his crazed antics. It was turning out to be a wild old time, the kind of fun she loved to indulge in.
Horace slurped and babbled, pleaded incoherently to eat pussy. Still she managed to restrain him. It became a war of the flesh between them, fraught with agony-pleasure, misery for him, fun for her. He was dying to eat her cunt while he masturbated and she found it delicious denying him. The car was filled with cries of lust and giddy laughter.
"You're going to make me cum doing me like this!" Horace blurted. "I can't stand it!"
"Oh, don't be silly," Delia chided. "You wouldn't-you couldn't, just wanting it and not getting it. That'd be stupid."
She cut off his reply by hunching her pussy against his mouth, giving him a few deep licks. His tongue swiped her clit and it felt marvelous. She rolled her eyes happily, gave him some more deep, long licks. Horace panted and moaned his ecstasy directly in her cunt, half his face buried between her swollen pussylips. She quivered. The sensation became fantastic and she began breathing short gasps. She decided, very abruptly, that she wanted to be fucked, even if it had to be by Horace Hayden. The playing around with him was okay, but now it was time for cock. She wanted a big hard prick tearing inside her. She didn't care whose prick it was, either, just so it could do the job.
She pushed at him, got her legs untangled from around his head. He let out a squeal of dismay. "Don't stop, Delia! Don't stop!"
"Come on," she demanded. "Let's fuck! Hurry, I'm burning up!" She clawed at him in her efforts to drag him up on her. "Hurry," she kept repeating. "Fuck me to death!"
"I'm cumming!" he wailed. "It's too late . .
"No!" Delia shouted. "Don't you dare! Turn loose your cock, stop jerking it, come up here and fuck me! Oh, Horace!"
He shrieked and orgasmed, still pumping his prick for all he was worth. Delia swore. "You bastard! You dirty bastard!"
She watched him pump himself dry. She felt horribly cheated, disgusted and angry.
"I-I'm sorry," Horace said, staring at her, lightly stroking his dying cock. "I couldn't hold it . . . "
"Bastard!"
She slapped him as hard as she could in the face. He made no effort to escape the next blow, just remained motionless. She slapped him again and again, loud, resounding smacks of her open palm against his cheeks.
"My God!" she spat contemptuously. "Don't tell me you like that, too!"
He didn't answer. His eyes were closed, his face flushed, and his expression had become beatific. Delia shook her head in disbelief.
"You creep-you do like it! I'll be damned . . . "
She slapped him some more. He flinched but didn't move. Her laugh was ironic. "Well," she said and sat back to think. "What are we going to do about this?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Delia seldom felt such vindictiveness as she experienced now. She was furious at Horace. She had been worked up to wanting and needing a good ravishing fuck and he had disappointed her. Damn him, damn him to hell!
Her hands stung from slapping him. It was ironic that he had turned out to be a masochistic creep. She never would have dreamed the truth before tonight. But here he was, crouched on his knees before her and accepting her punishing blows without resistance. She was stunned that he could take it. She had been pointedly slapping him with all her might. His only response was a sharp intake of breath and a short, impulsive cry of pain. It did little to relieve her bitterness, but it helped some. She wished she had a leather whip. She'd like to whip this kooky Mr. Horace Hayden to within an inch of his life.
He deserved it, too. He deserved all the degradation she could put on him. He had degraded her in the office before the other employees, embarrassed her with his sarcastic criticism of her work when she made the slightest error. He had driven her to despise him. He claimed now, of course, that he acted as he did because he was struggling not to fall in love with her. Love! Did he call this love! This having her beat on him until his face was beet red? Some love! It was ridiculous. No, it was hilarious!
She realized, however, that she found a certain element of pleasure punishing him. It stimulated excitement, made her nerves tingle, gave her a feeling of vengeance. She decided she rather liked the idea of torturing the creep. She'd been denied a hard cock in her, a frustration in its own right. So perhaps she could find some manner of relief in a different direction.
Yes, she definitely wished she had a leather whip. She thought of something. She clambered around until she was leaning over the back of the seat, on her belly. She found Horace's trousers. She jerked the belt from them. While she was doing this her ass was in Horace's face. He plastered the backs of her legs and buttocks with hot-breathed kisses. She supposed he was again jacking his cock while ravishing her ass, working his prick up to a new hard-on. She hoped so.
Delia returned to her former position. Yes, the creep was fondling his cock and he looked absurd. Her laugh dripped sarcasm. She folded the belt, held it by the buckle and other end. His large eyes stared.
"You fist-fucking bastard," she hissed. "I'm going to give you plenty of what you've got coming."
"Please," he babbled. "Oh God, please."
"You want me to whip you, don't you? You love it, right? Answer me."
"Yes! Oh, yessss!"
"Beg me," she said. "I want to hear you beg."
"I beg you! Please, Delia, please! I'll do anything, I'll say anything! I'm begging, I'm begging!"
She threw back her head and laughed. Then she swung the belt on vicious impulse. It struck him across his big shoulder. He made a short cry of pain. Her lips curled in a cruel smile. He remained motionless on his knees, only his hand moving, stroking his rising cock. The whipping turned him on, apparently. The pain stiffened his big prick.
She hit him again, the belt slapping over his shoulder and against his back. He winced visibly, issued a small yelp, sharp and tortured. She began flaying him with steady, studied purpose. His cock got larger and harder with each stinging blow, and he kept pumping it amidst his gasps of pain-pleasure. Her excitement reached a new high. It was fun whipping him. She hadn't imagined it could produce such titillating sensations.
"Take that!" she gritted, hitting him as hard as she could. "And that . . . and that . . . and that!"
Finally he started groaning. He fell forward, his face in her naked lap. His back was streaked red from her inspired lashings. "Delia . . . oh, Delia," he muttered as he swung his head from side to side, mouthing her upper thighs. "You bring out all the worst in me . . . " His voice was a quaking sob.
"And you bring out the worst in me, too, damn you. Have you had enough? I have. My arm's tired enough to fall off from swinging this silly belt. I want to go home."
"No-not yet." He suddenly sounded different. He reached and jerked the belt from her hand. He dropped it, then rose higher on his knees, pushing her back against the car seat His big hands grabbed her tits and squeezed the resilient flesh. The harshness of his grip felt delicious to her. Her large firm boobs and pointed nipples were exceedingly sensitive to fondling, especially when she'd been turned on erotically. She felt her nipples flare instantly now, and quivers streak from them to emanate through her body clear down to her toes, delighting every inch of her flesh.
His hands encircled her tits, tightened around them, forcing her nipples to stand up straight and hard. He covered one of the pink buds with his mouth, sucked it hungrily. His tongue lashed back and forth across the sensitive bud and she trembled and sighed in heavenly response.
Horace went to the other pushed-up tit, sucked it and tongued it also. Delia thought she would swoon. "Oooo," she purred emotionally. "Oh, it feels so marvelous.. . . "
Horace started darting from one tit to the other in rapid succession, biting her nipples and quickly sucking away the pain, going side to side in a rhythmic motion of his head and mouth, biting and sucking, sucking and biting, his lips making a juicy "pop" deserting one for the other.
Delia thought she'd explode if he didn't stop ravishing her boobs, explode into orgasm. She quivered in bliss. She knew she'd die if something didn't happen soon.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked. "Fuck me, Horace! Fuck me!"
His large hands went down her sides, shoved roughly around her and down to capture a firm ass-cheek in each hand. He gripped tightly, his strong fingers digging, hurting her. She felt divine excitement.
He moved up, clasping her ass to his belly as he drew her to him. She felt the bristles of his coarse hair ruffing her pussy as he rose higher. She spread her legs as far as she could, aching to feel his thick cock slide inside her. He bit her neck and shoulders, grunting and growling and his breath was hot on her flesh.
"Come on, Horace! Hurry!" She strained and trembled, bucked her hips, wanting his prick in her. She felt the stone-hard knob punching at her pussy hair, trying to find entrance. It started in once, then slipped out from the over-eagerness of her bucking hips. She felt like screaming obscenities.
He got in suddenly, the huge knob parting her cuntlips, and for a moment they both froze and forgot to breathe. Her cuntlips were very wet with her flowing juices, soaking the throbbing head of his prick. She could feel the knob just inside her vagina, swelling and throbbing. Her heart raced a mile a minute. The suspense was unbearable.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!" she shrilled. In sudden fierceness she sank her teeth in his shoulder and bit hard. He gasped. His grip on her asscheeks became two vise-grips, and he roughly yanked them closer, at the same time driving his cock inside her to the base of his ribbed shaft. Delia gurgled with the ecstasy of it, issued sharp little cries of happiness. She clamped her arms around his neck, strained, arched her hips to engulf more of the thrilling cock, using her neck-hug for leverage. Her clit danced against his shaft.
He began driving his swollen cock in and out with deliberate, slow movements. Her brain reeled. Her sharp nails dug and scraped his back and shoulders. Her gasps of anticipation sounded like reptilian hisses in her own ears.
She felt an overwhelming orgasm washing over her, and she shrieked, "I'm cumming! Oh God! Give it to me! Fuck me-fuck me!"
Horace came alive to her need. He hunched faster, sliding his marbled shaft and bulging cockhead in and out of her hot, juice-filled vagina. It made gurgly-bubbly noises, lustfully obscene sounds of wild, uninhibited fucking.
Delia's excitement reached incredible heights. Her brain reeled, her flesh sang pure rapture, her body strained for ecstatic release. She bit and clawed and squealed her mindless bliss. "Oh God! Oh God!"
She orgasmed twice in quick succession, and once more when Horace pumped his load inside her. She floated back down to normality by degrees, sighing deeply, happily. Horace's cock remained comfortably inside her, bathed in warm, flooding juices of their cum. It felt very pleasant. His cock, deep within her, made impromptu surges for life, and she squeezed her vagina muscles about it, milking it for every last drop.
"Now," she said finally, "can we please get dressed and go?" She pushed at him. "Whew! I'm suffocating! You're heavy!"
"Do we have to?"
"Yes! Now come on, be a good boy. This heat is too much! I'm soaking wet with perspiration and we're getting jism all over the car seat."
"How are you going to feel about me tomorrow? At work?"
"I don't know. I haven't had time to think about it"
"Friends or enemies? I'd like to know."
Delia exhaled miserably, felt she was smothering beneath his weight felt her body drenched slimy slick with sweat. She struggled briefly. "Friends if you get off me, dammit! Enemies if you don't! I can't breathe!"
"Okay, okay . . . " He lifted off her. "But I sure hate to. I'd like to keep you here and fuck you till daylight. You're terrific. And I may never get another chance. How about it? Will you?"
"Wait and she said, sitting up beside him. "I'll think about it. Get me your handkerchief, I've got to wipe off this seat. Thank God, it's vinyl I'd hate to sit in a puddle and ruin my dress."
He got out of the car, opened the rear door, fumbled with his trousers, then gave her his handkerchief. He stood dumbly watching her rub the seat clean. She finished and threw the handkerchief on the ground at his feet. "Put on your clothes; Horace! What are you waiting for?"
She leaned over the seat, retrieved her dress, sat back and maneuvered it over her head. Horace was stepping into his trousers, watching her. He stumbled and nearly fell. "You're so beautiful, Delia. So incredibly luscious."
"I know it," she said testily. "I'm gorgeous, I'm the original femme fatale, I'm sweeter than candy."
"You are-you really are."
"You should know," she answered meanly. "You've had a double sample. Now shut up and finish dressing, will you? I want to get away from here!"
She got the dress on and had to stretch out to work the hem down over her hips. It proved a difficult task. She had the hem tugged halfway down her thighs when she paused.
"Damn," she said fitfully, "I'm still dribbling between my legs . . . Do you have another handkerchief, Horace?"
"No-" He still watched her intently, her struggling into the dress having fascinated him as her ass and legs strained in his direction. "I'll take care of it, though!"
With that he drove his head between her thighs and began licking the juices from her cunt. Stunned at the abrupt attack, her first impulse was to object, but then she hesitated. His tickly tongue was busily doing an excellent job. Finally she couldn't help it, she had to laugh.
"AH right, you pig, clean me out At least this'll save my dress."
She sighed and lay back.
Thirty minutes later Horace drove her home. He insisted on seeing her to the door of the eighth-floor apartment in the new beach-front high-rise complex where she lived. She shared the expensive flat with another girl because neither of them could afford the exorbitant rent otherwise.
She hoped Vivian didn't have a party going this late. Delia felt bushed after her trying evening with her boss and all she wanted now was a hot bath and a comfortable bed.
Horace pleaded to come in and spend the night. Pleaded pitifully. "I can't let you go! I just can't get enough of you!"
She smiled very sweetly, patted his cheek and said no. "Go home and dream about me," she taunted. And then she closed the door firmly in his face while he still whined and begged. It felt delicious to cut him off so cruelly. She smiled again. It did marvels for the feminine ego to have some man suffering for you, she thought happily. She loved to keep at least one on the string at all times. Kept a girl's spirits riding high.
She turned from the door and headed toward her bedroom next to Viv's. She frowned. The small sitting room was a shambles. That screwball redhead! she thought, seeing the dress flung carelessly over a chair, pink panties and bra askew on the sofa, ashtrays filled to overflowing with butts and ashes. She shook her head. Vivian Knight was one for the books, no doubt about it. Wild, flighty, spoiled and reckless, the nineteen-year-old girl's sole purpose in life was to have fun and ball. Her wealthy family had kicked her out, she'd confided, and she'd been forced to go to work. She sold dresses in a smart shop catering to the tourist trade and did some modeling as part of the deal. She had the face and figure for it, no one could argue that.
The two girls had met when Delia ran one of those "Girl to share apartment" ads in the local newspaper and Vivian had contacted her. That had been a month ago. So far they'd gotten along famously. The only problem was the harum-scarum redhead's refusal to keep the apartment tidy, leaving most of the cleaning up to Delia. Delia had reprimanded her several times, in a friendly way, of course, but it did no good. This was no big thing, however. Delia supposed it was fortunate they got along as well as they did. Things could have been a lot worse.
Delia didn't see any men's attire scattered beside Viv's, so she assumed the girl didn't have a guy sleeping with her. Not that it mattered. The two girls had settled the sex subject in the very beginning. Each to her own private affairs and the other wouldn't interfere. That suited Delia just fine.
Delia went in her own room, undressed, bathed and crawled in bed, feeling much better and refreshed after the orgiastic interlude with her horny boss. She smiled to herself, thinking about him. She'd sure fixed his goose.
But it hadn't turned out too badly after all, she reflected, once he'd managed to turn her on. Actually she'd had fun in a gory sort of way. That was one thing about her, she realized. If somebody got her all hot and aroused, even someone she didn't like, she couldn't help it, she'd let her hair down and go the whole route. If her fuse was lit she had to enjoy the explosion.
She could fight it all she wished but she never won. Sometimes this particular weakness of character got her in more trouble than she bargained for, and it was all so terribly frustrating. She wished she could hold a stronger reign on her sexual urges. She'd be a lot better off.
She sighed defeatedly and closed her eyes. And that's when she heard the crazy sounds coming from Vivian's room.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was not the first time Delia had heard sounds from Viv's room late in the night, of course. The striking redhead entertained a different guy between the sheets nearly every evening. Delia had met a few of them, especially on weekends, and she'd quickly assumed that Viv thrived on variety in her love life. Her boyfriends came in all shapes and sizes and ages. Her apparent promiscuousness disappointed Delia at first, but, remembering their agreement, she shrugged and tried to ignore the situation. After all, it was none of her business if Viv screwed every man in town so long as she kept it private and didn't bother Delia.
"You may as well know the truth about me, Delia honey," Viv had laughed and told her during their first week sharing the apartment "I have no principles when it comes to sex. I'm completely, totally immoral."
Td about decided that, darling." Delia had smiled in reply. "But don't mind me. I kind of like the stuff myself."
"Marvelous! We understand one another perfectly. Makes everything so much nicer."
"Yes, I suppose it does. Just don't turn the apartment into a whorehouse, though. You'll get us kicked out. Try to use a little discretion, okay?"
"I'll try, darling-but it won't be easy!" She laughed jokingly. "I stay horny as a hound dog bitch in perpetual heat."
So yes, Delia had heard sounds emanating from Vivian's room before, but this time they weren't the usual low-toned normal sounds of breathless lovemaking. This time the noises were horribly animalistic, more like tight, muffled screams.
Sitting up in bed, her feminine curiosity thoroughly piqued, Delia wondered what in the world could be going on in Vivian's room. The awful thought came that perhaps the redhead had picked up some creep who was kook enough to strangle her and was doing it right this minute.
Alarmed, Delia decided to investigate. She slipped out of bed and tiptoed toward the source of the strange noises. She paused at the door of Vivian's room and peeked through the crack. She froze at what she saw in the bright glow of light from the bed lamp which had obviously been turned up to its highest point of illumination. The light nearly made her fall in her tracks.
The guy was a giant of a man somewhere in his thirties and his huge, muscular body was covered with thick, coarse black fur. On top of that, he was suntanned a dark burnished color which made it impossible to tell if he was a white man or a black man or something in between. But the shocking thing was that he lay on his back with his wrists securely tied with nylon stockings to the headboard, and his ankles likewise bound to the foot of the bed with his strong legs spread apart.
He was making those awful sounds Delia had heard. They came from behind another nylon stocking which was wrapped around his head and stuffed in his mouth and tied, gagging him. A pillow was bunched up under his neck, elevating his line of vision so he could see what the saucy redhead was doing to him.
Large beads of sweat glittered on his forehead as his horror-stricken eyes stared in a sort of fatal fascination at the lily-white hand that methodically stroked his monstrous, dark brown cock.
Flabbergasted at the sight, Delia forgot to breathe. She watched transfixed. Vivian was naked, too, her petite body and white skin in marked contrast to the huge dark man. She lay on her side, her head propped up on an elbow while her other hand casually worked up and down the man's quivering stone-hard prick. It was the largest cock Delia had ever seen in her life. Vivian's fingers couldn't quite encircle it. Vivian's smile was one of studied, quiet intent, as she continued lightly pumping the huge, straining, muscle-lined pole of hard flesh. Above her white hand the big mushroomed head flared dark red with suffused blood.
Delia, trembling, wondered what in God's name this was all about. Who was the helplessly trussed-up guy? How had the mischievous redhead managed to get him in this position? And most of all-why? It was so shockingly insane!
Delia pressed closer to the door crack. She could hear the man's squeals and tortured grunts louder now through the nylon jammed in his mouth and throat Apparently, Vivian ignored his cries or was callously enjoying them. Mainly, though, her amused concentration was on the stiff giant-sized cock her hand relentlessly slid up and down. Then the redhead glanced at the man's sweat-glistened countenance and she spoke to him, her voice a cajoling mockery.
"Come on, Paul, you can shoot off again, I know you can. You've always done better than this. You haven't shot off but six times-I've counted. What are you trying to do? Hold back on me?" She giggled at her own remark.
"Well, well just have to see about that," she continued to torment him. "You're not going to get away with it. You came nine times last time and tonight we're going to beat that. I think our goal should be twelve, don't you? An even dozen? How about it, precious? You'd be some sort of a champion, set a new record. Wouldn't that be nice? Paul, answer me!"
Paid, of course, could do no more than shake his head violently and issue a fresh volley of muffled noises. Vivian smiled as she watched and listened, her hand never pausing on his prick.
"If you aren't going to answer me, precious, if you refuse to discuss the matter-I can only assume you're as determined as I am to see you shoot off twelve times, right?"
The man paled and struggled against his bonds, attempted to twist his hips away from the hand pumping his prick. There was no way he could succeed, however. The redhead's hand easily followed, never releasing his cock, pulling on it cruelly until he returned to his former position, on his back with his cock being lifted like a handle until he settled down.
"Naughty, naughty," the redhead said. "You can't get away from me, Paul, you should know you can't by now. I don't know why you insist on trying. And I don't know why you refuse to want to be a champion by cumming twelve times. Oh, I know-you want to be stubborn, don't you? Well, I'm going to make you a champion in spite of yourself. We're going to break all records."
The giant squalled behind his gag. The muscles of his arms, belly and legs strained and trembled, his entire body shook as though in agony. Then, fear bright in his eyes, he stared hypnotically at the hand working on his cock, helpless to do more than watch and issue those animal noises in his thick throat.
"Oh, oh," Vivian cooed, "I do believe we're going to cum again, precious. I can feel it. I've got to where I can tell just by the feel when this lovely cock is preparing to explode. Yes! Shoot-off number seven is almost here! Isn't that wonderful! Come on, Paul, come on! I know you can do it!"
She leaned closer, commenced pumping the man's prick in earnest, concentrating on her merciless task, her face glowing devilish delight. The man's entire body began quaking, straining, knees bumping up and down as much as his bound ankles would allow. He squealed terribly.
"Oh wow!" Vivian enthused, busily increasing the speed of her hand. "This is going to be a good one, precious! And it's almost here! Come on, Paul! Give! Give! Oh-oh, here we come! Watch out, folks-Paul's cock is about to blow!"
Suddenly the man froze, his back arched. Then his monstrous cock spurted a thick stream of jism clear up on his chest. Then another and another.
"Wheel oh, look at the juice fly!" The redhead laughed, still pumping. "I never saw so much beautiful cum!"
Finally the spurting stopped. Vivian looked poutily at the throbbing cock still flaring in her hand. "Oh, I bet there's more. There's always a few drops more, isn't there, Paul?"
Paul shook his head wildly, his eyes terror-stricken. The redhead bent and guided the swollen cockhead in her mouth. She sucked, her throat muscles working. The giant renewed his muffled screams. Vivian kept sucking determinedly.
Delia, staring breathlessly through the door crack, grew suddenly weak in the knees at the incredible scene and accidentally struck the door with her elbow, making a noise. Her heart missed a beat. Vivian heard the thump. Her glance flicked in the direction of the door while she still sucked the writhing giant's cock. Her eyes smiled. Then she pulled her mouth from the rigid pole, grasped it in her hand again, working her fingers up and down, and said, "You may as well come on in, Delia. I know you're there spying."
Delia thought she'd die with embarrassment. She widened the door crack and stood there feeling like the fool of the century. "I-I didn't mean to peek . . . honestly . . . I heard strange noises and I got worried for your safety . . . "
"Sure. Well, that was nice of you to be so concerned. Come on in, don't look so shocked. Paul and I are having a barrel of fun and we'd love to have you join us." She looked at the squirming man's contorted features. "Wouldn't we, Paul precious? Wouldn't we like to include Delia?"
The man continued writhing and squirming in horrid response to the hand playing up and down his rigid but spent cock. The redhead laughed.
"Oh, bosh," she taunted, "he never listens when I talk to him. He is a very naughty, stubborn boy." She turned toward Delia again. "Come on in, darling . . . Don't worry, nobody's going to bite you."
Delia stepped into the room. "I-I don't understand . . . I mean-"
"You mean you're puzzled by all this, right?"
"Yes, I certainly am! I admit it, I've never run into anything so crazy! What in the world are you doing!"
"Playing with Paul's cock, silly. Isn't it obvious enough? What does it look like I'm doing?"
"But why-how did you tie him up like that? I don't see, I don't understand!"
"Calm down, it's all very simple," Vivian shrugged and said. "Paul and I have been doing this for years. He's the caretaker on my daddy's estate, and when I lived at home we did it like this whenever we got the chance for Paid to sneak in my bedroom. We tried to fuck but his pricks too big for me! It hurt too much-my tight little twat just couldn't-take it, and what a disappointment that was! Such a big, huge, marvelous, beautiful cock-and I couldn't fuck it What a horrible frustration! You'll never know! But I love playing with Paul's magnificent cock. It's the next best thing. Trouble is, when I get to playing with it Paul becomes too excited, can't control himself and tries to rape me. So the only way I agree to be with him is for him to let me tie him up so he can't take advantage. That way I can play with his cock, which he adores up to a point, and jack him off. Now, do you understand? See how simple it is?"
Delia shook her head. "It's crazy, but I guess so, except for one thing. Your friend Paul acts like he's in misery . . . "
"Oh, that." Vivian giggled. "then, yes, I guess he does. That's all my fault. When I get to playing with him I get sort of carried away. I don't want to stop, and I like to make him cum and cum. He's in heaven the first few times, but then he wants to stop and I don't Not me! I never tire of playing with his gorgeous prick. He can't stop me, either, tied up like this. So I just have all the fun I want while I've got the chance."
"But if he ends up in such misery, it looks like he'd stay away from you, not let you get him in such a vulnerable position."
"Yes it does, doesn't it?" Vivian smiled.
Truth is, though, he can't stay away. He worships me, he can't resist me. He's sworn a million times he'd never come near me again, but he always comes crawling back. It's been this way between us since I was in pigtails. I love tormenting him. I love playing with his cock until I'm driving him crazy and he's going out of his mind. It does something for me-it's wild! Delicious! The more he fights it the better I like it! It turns me on to see how many times I can jack him off. It's like a fantastic challenge!"
Delia frowned. "My God," she breathed. "Now I've heard everything. And seen everything! Vivian, you are a real nut, do you know that? You've definitely flipped your lid. This is insane!"
"But so much fun!" the redhead cackled. Tf you don't believe me, come see for yourself. I'm not stingy. I'll share my great big toy with you."
"Oh, I couldn't-I just couldn't!"
"Why not?" The redhead looked sincerely puzzled. "What do you mean you couldn't? You can! Of course you can."
"I'm afraid your ideas of fun are too far out for me, Vivian. I never went but so far-maybe I'm a square-but-"
"But nothing!" Vivian interrupted. "Are you trying to tell me you don't sex up any way but straight? Stop lying, you're not fooling anybody. Any girl in her right mind, if she were truthful, would get a kick doing what I'm doing to Paul. Every girl has that much bitch in her. Perhaps she'll never show it, or admit it, but the bitchiness is hiding right there in her just the same. The only difference with me is that I do something about it Like I told you before, I love my sex, love every route and ramification of it and I don't intent to miss anything. I adore learning new ways to ball."
"But you're torturing the guy. You call that balling?"
"If Paul didn't like it, he wouldn't keep chasing after me for more, would he? Nobody is forcing him."
"You said yourself he can't resist you, though. Does that mean you have to torture him like that? Looks to me like you've got the poor guy in a trap and he can't break loose."
Vivian grinned, her hand still working the monstrous prick. "That's his tough luck. All I know is I like jacking him off and hearing him yell. It gives me the wildest kicks!"
"You're liable to give him a heart attack," Delia said.
"Haven't yet," Vivian answered simply. "Paul is an unusually strong individual. He can take it."
"Doesn't seem like he has a choice," Delia said.
"He doesn't." The redhead laughed. "And that's what makes it so delicious! I can jack him off from now to doomsday and he can't do a thing to stop me. I never let him lose his hard-on. See how I keep messing with it, never let it rest for even an instant, never give it a chance to go soft? And if it does go soft I just keep playing with it until I finally get it up again. Paul's exceedingly virile. He can't keep his cock from getting stiff even when he'd like to. He's passionate as a bull."
"He certainly must be," Delia conceded. "Otherwise he'd be blue in the face by now."
"Really, Delia, why don't you join in the fun? Together we can turn Paul into a raging maniac."
"You sound like you actually hate the guy."
"Maybe I do, come to think about it. Maybe I hate him because I can't fuck his big beautiful cock. I bet a shrink would diagnose it exactly that way. But that's another story. Come on, precious! Climb on the bed and get with it. Once you wrap your fingers around this magnificent prick, feel the sleek sinewy muscles throbbing, you'll catch on real fast to what I'm talking about. You don't know what you're missing."
"I couldn't. I absolutely couldn't. . . " Delia's voice trailed oft in tell-tale weakness. She was stunned to find herself tempted. It was all so wicked, so evil, so perverse that the idea actually turned thrilling. She swallowed and felt a gorgeous sensation climbing her legs. "Oh, noooo.. . "
CHAPTER SIX
From the instant Delia wrapped her fingers around the incredibly large cock, felt the tremendous throb of it at her sensitive touch, she knew she was lost in this new spell of perversion. Even the man's muffled cry thrilled her, sent tingles up her spine.
"Well?" Vivian giggled. "Was I lying? Do you like it or don't you?"
Delia smiled and shook her head rapidly. "You definitely weren't lying. I love it!"
'Yes, I can see it in your expression," the redhead enthused. "You're turned on just like I am. You're ready for anything."
"You can say that again," Delia nodded eagerly. "I'm excited clear down to my toes. Never have I held such a prick!"
The more you play with it, the better it gets, the more it turns you on. You'd be surprised!"
T already see the light," Delia acknowledged.
"Don't let it go soft, don't let it wilt. Keep messing with it, don't let it rest. Keep it stiff and hard. Paul can't go soft as long as your hand's working his cock. I should know! I've done it enough."
Delia, grinning eagerly, pulled the foreskin up over the mushroom head, then slid it back down again, noting how the flanges swelled and quivered as they burst into view. She did this several times, until Paul commenced groaning through the nylon poked down his throat. His entire form shook and the very knowledge of his helplessness excited Delia. Such sweet irony! Her heart began to thud with the thrill of it all.
Both girls, sitting on their legs with knees before them, hovered over the hapless man side by side. While Delia continued stimulating his cock, Vivian stroked his face. "Poor Paul," she mocked sympathetically. "Now he has two girls to make him happy even when he doesn't want to be made happy. Tch tch, isn't it a shame?"
Paul stared at both girls with wild, frustrated eyes. His expression was suspicious, taut with fright. Vivian kept watching and caressing his face, chuckling and teasing. Delia sighed happily at each pulsation of the smoothly hard prick in her light-fingered grip.
"I just thought of something," Vivian said. "Maybe you'd like to fuck him, Delia. Maybe your cunt's large enough to take him on. I just wish to heaven I could, but I can't. It'd rip my pussy wide open. You want to try?"
"God, no!" Delia objected. "It'd be like having a telephone pole shoved up you. It'd tear a girl to pieces!"
"Yes, unless she had the world's biggest twat to match Paul's champion-sized cock. Which I certainly don't."
"No, neither do I. But it is a pity, isn't it? I bet Paul has trouble finding any girl anywhere he can actually fuck."
"I think I'll remove the gag," Vivian said. "Now that I don't have to worry about waking you up with his loud yakking there's no need for it. I like to hear him anyway."
"He won't yell so loud the neighbors will notice, will he?"
"We won't let him, don't worry."
The redhead untied the nylon stocking from around the man's head, pulled the soft wads of material from his mouth and throat.
"Gosh," Delia said, "it's a wonder he didn't choke."
"He almost did a couple of times." Vivian giggled. "Well, Paul precious, can you breathe better now? Are you wondering who this luscious blonde is beside me? She's my roommate. Meet Delia, Delia, meet Paul."
"Hi, Paul!" Delia laughed. "So very nice to know you."
The giant winced. "Untie me-let me up from here! I can't take anymore of this! I swear I can't!"
Vivian patted his cheek. "Will you listen to the guy, Delia? His cock is hard as a rock and he's trying to tell us he doesn't want to play any more games. I think he's lying, don't you?"
"Yes, of course he is," Delia giggled, surprised to find herself falling into the mood of the redhead's taunting mockery so easily. "I think he's just playing hard to get."
"Me too! If he didn't like it he couldn't keep his prick hard like it is! That alone proves he wants us to keep the fun going. You don't fool us, Paul! Not for a minute! Go on, Delia. Work on his beautiful cock some more. Well teach him to try to trick us!"
Delia stroked the monstrous cock methodically. "Oooo, it's such a lovely, gorgeous cock. I feel like I could hold it and play with it forever!"
"Don't!" Paul said, his dark face contorted. "I'm dry! I can't cum anymore! I tell you I can't! I've had it!"
"I don't believe you," Delia said. She pumped his prick faster. Paul's lips drew back in a horrid grimace, displaying his white teeth clamped together. Then he parted them and yelled, "No! No!"
"He's too loud!" Delia warned. "Somebody will hear!"
Vivian plunked her hand over Paul's mouth. "Go ahead. I've got him yakking in my palm. I'll keep the noise down. You just keep busy with his prick."
"All right. Oh, this is fun!" Delia said. "This is the wildest experience I ever enjoyed. This prick . . . this beautiful, beautiful prick . . . it's so throbbingly alive!"
"Suck it if you want to," Vivian said. "I do, whenever the impulse hits me. But I can't suck it but so long. Too much strain on my jaws. My jaw muscles start to ache from the stretching. But maybe yours won't."
"Oooo, I'm dying to try," Delia answered giddily. "I really am."
"Be my guest!" the redhead urged. "It tears Paul up to have his cock sucked! He loves it, he adores it!"
The man struggled, muttering his objections through the fingers over his lips. Vivian's fingers were parted barely enough to let the sounds come through, drowning the loudness to quieter tones, killing the blasts of his yells. Delia, a new thrill of expectation overwhelming her, bent forward and took the head of the big cock in her mouth, having to stretch wide to accomplish it, then closed her lips around it. She felt the huge knob against her tongue. "Ummm," she purred through her nostrils. "Ummmmm!"
Paul strained and squirmed anew. Delia began sucking. The prick leaped around in her mouth. She held the smooth-muscled shaft in her hand so she could keep it under control and suck without battering her tonsils out. Paul went berserk, and Delia lived on the thrill of sucking him out of his mind while he was helpless to stop her.
"Suck him, suck him, suck!" Vivian encouraged, giggling. "Make him cum! He says he can't cum anymore but he can. I happen to know! Suck him, Delia! Suck, suck, suck!"
Paul writhed his giant body side to side, twisted, tried to escape Delia's determined sucking, but he could move only so much within the limits of his nylon bonds. He yelled crazily between the redhead's stifling fingers. Delia felt the prick's flanges flaring and throbbing in a new way and she realized he was about to orgasm whether he wanted to or not.
Vivian laughed a shrill note of glee. "He's going to cum, Delia! I can see it in his eyes! I can tell by the way he's yakking! Keep sucking him, don't hesitate a second! He's about to pop off! Suck him, suck him, suck, suck, suck!"
Lost in her state of unholy perversion, Delia hung onto the huge, gorgeous cock with both hands now and sucked the pulsating knob with merciless pleasure, loving the straining struggles of the naked giant's body beneath her vacuuming mouth.
"Whee!" the redhead shrilled. She moved quickly. She sat on Paul's face, muffling his cries in her cunt. She was facing away from Delia, twisting her neck to look back over her shoulder at Delia's eager sucking. Vivian bounced up and down on the giant's mouth. "Wowwl Oh, wowww! This is the living end! He's yelling in my pussy and I can feel the vibrations clear up in my brain! Wheel Oh wow, oh whee, oh wow!"
Delia kept sucking, her throat muscles working, her tongue washing the swollen cockhead, her eyes narrowed to slits of erotic sensation, her heart thudding in her breast. Make him cum! she kept thinking. Make him cum!
"Oh, his tongue's rammed up my cunt!" the redhead squealed. "His big tongue is fucking my pussy! He's given up, Delia! He's with it and wants it now! That's how he is! He fights as long as he can, then he finally turns on in spite of himself. Watch it now-he's going to shoot his load! I know the signs! Oh! This tongue! This marvelous fucking tongue! He's got it pushed clear up in my tummy! Whee! Oh! I'm going to cum myself! I never felt anything so good! Oh, Delia, I can't help it, I'm cummingggg, I'm cumminggg!"
Vivian panted her breathless passion and bounced and ground her ass on Paul's face as though to capture the last inch of his tongue inside her cunt. Paul's movements changed. He ceased trying to escape Delia's sucking. Now he was bucking his hips up and down, shoving the big cockhead back and forth against the rear of Delia's throat. Delia's head bobbed up and down as the prick rammed in and out of her throat to her lips and then plunged in again, driving deeply. She followed his undulations, sucking for all she was worth, her excitement at a blinding pitch.
Suddenly Paul strained his body in an upward quaking arch and seemed to freeze there. Delia knew he was about to explode. She sucked in frantic glory, feeling the knob of the huge prick pulsating rapidly. Then the cum splashed forth, shooting wads of thick semen in hot streams, filling her mouth and throat to overflowing. She swallowed the heavy gushes as fast as she could gulp, delirious with the thrilling taste.
Delia continued sucking even after the giant was spent. She sucked for the last final drop of his vitality. Then he began struggling to escape again, but she kept right after him. She was conscious of Vivian's wild laughter as she fucked Paul's face, and Delia could hear his yells of protest emanating from the readhead's smothering cunt.
"Oh, what a divine cum!" Vivian squealed happily. "It nearly took off the top of my head! I could almost feel Paul's tongue jumping around in my belly. God what a bang! I wish it could last forever! You sucked him off, didn't you, Delia? I could tell when he shot his load-he tried to suck my guts out! Wow!"
Still at a fever pitch of excitement, Delia experienced a horrible need to orgasm, to find release from this grip of hypnotic perversity . . . to cum. She had to cum . . .
She sucked Paul's still rigid prick with wild abandonment, driving him mad, making his huge hairy torso squirm and writhe as never before. At the same time, her lips tight around his suffering cock, she straddled one of his thickly furred, muscle-straining thighs, clamping her legs about it, squashing her swollen clit to the prickly hair. She felt instant ecstasy as the rough surface of his thigh raked inside her parted cuntlips and harshly pricked her quivering clit.
She clung to Paul's jerking, agonized body in this manner, sucking his prick and fucking his leg until finally, panting through her flared nostrils in suspenseful lust, she went into a cum that stoned her brain and tore her nerves to shreds of exquisite bliss. She screeched with her lips around the huge prick and felt the gushes of her own cum soaking Paul's thigh.
"Golly me!" Vivian laughed, obviously having turned to watch Delia's strange road to fulfillment. "You got your jollies screwing his leg, didn't you? I never saw that before! Live and learn! You're teaching me tricks, Delia. And I thought I'd tried everything!"
Delia's orgasm slowly subsided. Reluctantly she pulled her mouth from the big prick with one last clinging suck that sent Paul into a shaking mass of oversated flesh.
Vivian chuckled. "Don't let him go soft, Delia! Don't you dare!"
Delia untangled her legs from about the muscular thigh, and lay panting on her back. "God . . she breathed raspily. "What am I doing! What have I done!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I feel so guilty! So evil!"
"Ha, that's a laugh," Vivian accused. "You didn't think that way while you got your rocks on Paul's leg. You should have seen yourself! You were the horniest bitch I ever saw! You were fucking like a mink!"
"This is all so wrong . . . so terribly, horribly wrong."
"Don't tell me you're going Puritan on me, Delia! Not this late in the game. It doesn't become you! You're just as bitchy as I am. Maybe you're just awakening to the fact, but you are! Deep down you definitely are! You're not kidding anybody."
"I don't know what comes over me," Delia winced. "I'm okay until something turns me on. Then I lose control of myself, can't handle my feelings. My brain won't operate."
"So who wants to think while she's fucking?" the redhead challenged. "Not me! All I need to know about is the thrill! And any thinking is how to get a bigger bang. What's wrong with that?"
Delia shook her head. "But doing it this way is going too far. Tying a guy up and torturing him with sex while he can't defend himself? It has to be . . . unnatural . . . inhuman. Now that it's over I feel sick with shame."
"Don't be such a fool. Paul likes to be mistreated. How many times do I have to tell you? If he didn't he wouldn't keep coming back for more."
T can't believe he's enjoying the misery we're causing him. He's in agony! I hate to think what hell do to us when he gets loose. Hell probably beat our brains out! And I wouldn't blame him!"
"Oh, so that's what's worrying you. Well, calm your fears, Delia. He won't do a damn thing. Nothing."
"Impossible. Anyway, I don't want to be around to find out."
"Want to bet? Here, I'll prove something to you."
Vivian started untying the giant's wrists. Delia stared, her eyes growing large with fright. "Don't! Let me get out of here before you release him! I'm afraid!"
"Silly girl. I'm going to prove something to you. You're too naive for your own good. Just watch!"
After releasing Paul's wrists, she untied his" ankles. Delia held her breath, fearing the worst. Paul, free of his nylon bonds, swore a vicious oath and leaped off the bed rubbing his wrists. Vivian laughed at his muttered swearing. He glanced at her, then at Delia, and there was mayhem building up behind his hate-filled eyes.
"You damn bitches!" He took a threatening step toward them. Delia cringed backwards. Not Vivian! The crazy redhead sat on her legs in the middle of the bed and faced him defiantly.
"What are you going to do about it, Paul?" she challenged. "Same as you always do? Curse and rave and nothing else? Come on, hit me! I dare you! Come on, show Delia what a mean beast you are!"
Paul hovered over her, his angry glare almost in her face. "I ought to strangle you-both of you damn bitches! It'd serve you right! You-you're animals!"
"Ya ya ya-talk, talk, talk!" Vivian taunted. "Hit me, Paul! Don't be such a worm-hit me! I dare you! I want you to! Please, Mr. Monster-please hit me!"
Paul gritted his teeth and drew back his hand to strike. But his swing halted in midair. He appeared unable to follow through with the blow. Delia couldn't believe it. The redhead giggled. "Worm!" she cried ecstatically. "Weak bastard!" She rose on her knees and slapped him as hard as she could, the blow making a resounding smack. Delia forgot to breathe.
The giant flushed deep red, making the imprints of Vivian's fingers stand out in bold relief on his face. He did nothing, just glowered and looked more flustered than ever. Delia was amazed. She could hardly believe this. It simply couldn't be happening.
"If you won't fight back," the redhead challenged, "then why don't you leave? Just put on your clothes and get out!"
When Paul didn't budge, she drew back her arm and slapped him again, the force of her blow making Delia cringe.
"Get out! Go on, get out of here, you creepy worm! I mean it! Get yourself lost!"
The huge man slowly straightened. He turned, looked around defeated for his clothes, found them and silently began putting them on.
Vivian got off the bed, stretched her body lazily, and chuckled to herself. She padded barefoot to the dresser, opened a drawer, and returned with another nylon hose. She sat on the side of the bed, elevated her left leg and made a beautiful production of putting on the filmy dark stocking. Delia watching, felt mystified. "Why are-you doing that?" she asked.
"No reason," the redhead giggled. "Just for fun. Don't you think I have a gorgeous leg?" She lay back and extended the shapely limb. Delia didn't know what to say.
"Yes," she finally nodded. "You have lovely legs. But-"
"Paul, don't you think I have lovely legs?
Paul.. .r
The man looked at her. His expression changed, losing the frustration, and his eyes burned on the lovely nylon-clad limb. He swallowed noisily. He shook his head, clamped his eyes tight shut as though to blot out the vision, then slowly opened them again.
"La-de-da-de-da," Vivian sang in a singsong voice as she ran her hands up and down her extended leg, straightening the stocking and pulling it tight. "La-de-da-de-da. Paul, you haven't answered my question."
The man groaned low in his huge hairy chest. He stumbled to the side of the bed. He stood abjectly, looking down at the saucily smiling redhead. "Well, Paul? Do I or don't I?"
"You're gorgeous, Viv," he choked emotionally. "Gorgeous all over . . . "
"Well, now, that's better. Are you still leaving? I think you should." She put the nylon-clad foot on his. "And I think perhaps you'd best stay away from me from now on. Delia doesn't approve."
As though her small foot held magic powers, the man sank to his knees beside the bed. "No!" he husked. "No!"
"No! Well, it's up to Delia. She thinks you're liable to get violent and turn on us. She's afraid of you, Paul."
"I-I won't hurt anybody . . . " the giant whimpered, his tortured glance flickering to Delia. Stunned, Delia shook her head, feeling sudden contempt for the big man.
"Don't mind me," she said. "I'm going back to my room and try to get some sleep. You lunatics do as you please."
Vivian laughed. "In that case, Paul, I'll have to tie you up again so I can handle you like I want to." She slid the leg with the nylon back and forth against his cheek suggestively. "What do you think we should use for a gag this time? I don't want you yelling so loud you'll disturb the neighbors. And Delia's not going to be here to help keep you quiet."
As though it were routine, Paul eagerly reached and peeled the nylon from Vivian's leg, peppering the shapely limb with kisses in the process. The redhead giggled. When her leg was peeled bare she moved to one side of the bed. Paul groaned and stretched out in the center of the bed on his back. Vivian snatched the nylon stocking from him. She climbed on his massive chest and sat with her knees on his shoulders. Paul's face showed mixed emotions, fear and defeat.
"Don't-don't choke me, honey . .
"Shut up! I'll do as I please!" Vivian snapped. "Open your mouth."
Paul obeyed. Vivian began stuffing the stocking in his mouth. The giant babbled his objections but did nothing to resist. The mischievous redhead continued merrily pushing the material between his teeth and down his throat He gagged a couple of times and his eyes bulged.
"La-de-da-de-da," Vivian hummed as she worked. "We're going to have more fun, aren't we, Paul precious? Loads and loads of fun. Did you say something, Paul? I can barely hear you. I do wish you'd speak more plainly."
She secured the gag by wrapping the excess around his head and tucking it in. "There, that ought to do it! Now for your hands and feet, so you can't lose control and rape me with that telephone pole cock. I'm not in the mood to have my pussy split wide open!"
Within minutes she had the giant bound hand and foot in the original position Delia had seen him in, spread-eagled and helpless. Delia felt stunned. It was all so perverted! And yet there was this sense of fatal fascination that enthralled her flesh and tingled her brain, turned her blood to warm sweet wine. But it was so terribly wicked-so evil! She had to grit her teeth to hang onto her sanity. She didn't want to be a part of it anymore. Fun was fun, but this was too much! This was sliding too far over the jagged ledge of lust and depravity. Something warned her to retreat before it was too late. Still, she felt rooted to the spot, her heart thudding.
"See?" Vivian laughed from the bed. "See how dangerous the big clod is? Come on, the party's just starting! Well have barrels of bangs yet! Aren't you just itching to get your hands on this big ape again? I am! I can't wait!"
"No . . . no!" Delia shook her head determinedly. "I'm going back to my room!"
"All right." The redhead shrugged and grasped Paul's limp cock, began masturbating him. "Don't know what you're missing, though. Look! His prick is getting hard already! Did you ever see such a big, beautiful, magnificent prick! Oh darn! I've forgotten how many times I've made him cum. The goal was twelve times and now I've lost count. Oh, well, I guess well just have to start all over again."
Paul issued a horrible moan through the nylon and Vivian giggled delight. "It turns me on when he starts yelling and struggling. It sends me to the skies!" Paul's prick was rigid now as her fingers coaxed it to total erection. The huge head flared like a red bruised mushroom. The giant began to strain against his bonds and whimper.
Vivian squealed excitement. She quickly bent over and engulfed the quivering cock in her mouth, merrily sucking away on it. Paul's howls of protest sounded muffled and his muscular form began to leap and writhe and bounce. He broke into a sweat
Summoning every ounce of her will power, Delia turned and ran from them. Her legs felt weak. Temptation tugged at her to return and join Vivian in her game of wild depravity.
No! she screamed to herself. No! No! No!
In her own bed she lay with heart pounding and nerves tingling, fighting the demons of perverted sensuality. Now and then she could hear muted noises from Vivian's room, and squealy laughter. She trembled and felt damp with perspiration.
She buried her head under a pillow and finally found sleep. It was a restless sleep, however. She tossed and turned and had fitful dreams, fluctuations of guilt and bitterness. Hazy half-visions of where her life was leading her. It was a recurring dream. She saw herself stumbling along inside this long, dark, winding tunnel which never ended.
Never, never, never ended . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Three days passed and on Sunday Delia and Vivian took a blanket down on the beach to catch some sun. It was a beautiful day and the ocean lay blue-green before them, calm and flat as a lake.
"You didn't forget the suntan oil, did you?" the redhead asked as they settled down on the blanket. "I definitely can't afford to burn. My skin's much too fair and sensitive."
"I brought it, don't worry," Delia replied, a bit aggravated because Vivian left everything up to her. "It's a wonder I found it, though. You keep everything in such a mess!"
"What's come over you? Did you get up on the wrong side of bed this morning?"
"I get tired of picking up and cleaning up after you," Delia told her. "You leave the apartment looking like a tornado just struck. I never met anyone so unconcerned."
"Oh, that! Yes, I guess you're right, Delia. I'm a spoiled brat, I know it. At home I always had a maid picking up after me. I never had to lift a hand to do anything. Know what? We ought to hire a maid! Why don't we?"
"Don't be crazy. We can't afford one. And anyway, there's not that much work to it-if you'll just pitch in and do your share. It wouldn't kill you."
"Okay, precious, I'll do better. Don't be mad. Let's oil each other and make up." Vivian shook her red hair and smiled. "It's much too beautiful a day for us to argue. Hand me the lotion, I'll do you first."
Delia dug in her beach bag, gave the bottle of suntan oil to Vivian. "Just do my back. I can do the rest."
The redhead started applying the soothing lotion. She unfastened Delia's halter so she could do her entire back. Delia held the halter up in front, over her breasts. Vivian busily applied the oil from her shoulders to the strings of her bikini bottom. She did such a thorough job that Delia began to wonder.
"You don't have to make such a production of it, Vivian. That's enough."
"You have lovely skin, precious," the redhead whispered. "I adore the feel of it. It's like rubbing your hand over the purest velvet."
"Thanks," Delia said. "But don't rub it off. I need it."
"Oh, don't be so touchy! I love to feel somebody's hands on me. Makes me tingle all over. Doesn't it do anything for you?"
"It's pleasant enough," Delia said. "But I wasn't expecting a total massage."
"Just a little more," Vivian said as she oiled Delia's sides. "Talk about a massage! You should meet the maid I had at home! Wow, what a prize! She not only used her hands, she used her lips as well!"
"You mean she was a lesbian?"
"She may not have been when Dad hired her. But she was sure acting the part when I left home." Vivian laughed low in her throat. "I guess you could say I sort of influenced her with my natural, sexy charm. She was the same age as I. She was a pushover, real naive, real innocent. I awakened her and trained her to keep me happy. I had a ball!"
"What'd you do? Seduce everybody who worked for your father? I mean, between the maid and that guy Paul.. . "
The redhead chuckled. "Can I help it if I'm a natural-born femme fatale? I told you, precious. When it comes to sex I don't have a principle to my name. I'm completely wanton inside and out."
"With a lot of cruelty mixed in between, it seems to me." Delia frowned. "Sometimes I wonder about you. Have you ever been in love? Seriously in love? Like with just one guy?"
"Of course! Thousands of times!"
"Can't you ever be serious about anything, Viv?"
"Oh, all right! If you must know, my wicked little heart belongs to Daddy, just like the song goes. Now are you satisfied?"
"I don't know. You're such a screwball! I'm not sure how you mean that. Are you saying you merely love your father, or that you're in love with him? There's a difference."
"Delia! How can you suggest such a sinful thing! You're talking about incest! Oh, how awful!"
"Knowing you, Viv, nothing would surprise me. And I get the impression you're evading the question. That makes me even more suspicious."
Vivian applied more lotion to Delia's back during a suspenseful moment of silence. "Why do you think I got kicked out of the house?" she finally said.
"You tell me," Delia answered. "But I bet it was your mother who insisted on your leaving, not your dad, right?"
"I'm afraid you've hit the nail on the head, precious. When Mom found out about Daddy and me, wow! I thought she was going to slaughter us both! I've never seen such a raging female in my life!"
"Did she actually catch you and your father in bed together?"
"Of course, silly. What else?"
"Actually screwing . . . P"
"No, Dad was too drunk to fuck. I had him eating me when dear old Mom busted in. I could have shot her. I was about to get my jollies."
"Oh my God!" Delia breathed. "Weren't you mortified out of your skin? Weren't you sick with embarrassment?"
"Not me! I thought it was funny. Sometimes I think I wanted her to catch us. She hated me and I hated her. She never wanted me and she made no bones about it. So I seduced Daddy partly for kicks and partly for revenge. It was a ball both ways."
"You seduced him? Purposefully?"
"Only when he was drunk. He was too ashamed otherwise. But he couldn't leave me alone. So he'd get on a bender and pretend he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't fool me though. I had him hooked. I took him clear away from dear old Mom. Served her right for treating me like an orphan from the day I was born. She had it coming."
"It sounds awful," Delia said. "Don't you feel any guilt? Any shame? I know I would."
"Oh, sure," Vivian snickered. "I'm ashamed of only one thing. I just wish I could have seduced that hateful mother of mine, got her as hooked on me as Daddy was. Boy, would I have made her sweat' That, to me, would have been pure heaven."
Delia shuddered. "You've got to be making all this up, Vivian! It's too incredible to believe! It-it's just impossible!"
"Suit yourself, precious. I couldn't care less. You asked me, I told you, so that's that. Here, you oil me some. And don't be stingy with the lotion. I darn sure don't want to burn. I end up with too many freckles."
Vivian lay on her tummy on the blanket while Delia proceeded to apply suntan oil to the redhead's exquisitely fair back and shoulders. "Ooo, I love your special touch, precious," Vivian cooed. "Tingles me clear down to my pussy. Makes my twat twitch. I love it!"
"Stop talking like a slut," Delia scolded. "You sound terrible."
"But I am a slut! At heart at least! I'd be the last person in the world to deny that!"
"Well, keep it to yourself, then. I'm not interested."
"That's a shame," Vivian said. "What's a shame?"
"Oh, nothing. Forget it. Hey, tell me about yourself, Delia. Your love life and all that. What man was-or is-the big thrill in your life? I'm curious to know."
"Oh, there've been so many I couldn't begin to pick any particular one as my big big thrill. The list is too long."
"Stop lying. Who was the first guy got your cherry, then? They always leave their mark on a girl."
"I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind," Delia said.
"Oh, okay, be a clam. If it hurts that much to talk about it, though, your first stud must have really branded you. Must have been quite a guy, that's all I can say."
"He is." Delia frowned. "He definitely is."
"Then he's still hanging around? He's still in the picture?"
"I'm afraid so."
"You sound like there's something wrong. Is there?"
"I'll tell you this much, Viv. He's the only man I ever loved, but it's the same old story. We were supposed to get married. He ended up marrying someone else. It's silly, I know, but I've never met another man I could actually fall in love with. I've tried and tried, but it always turns out blah."
"He sounds like a real creep to me, if you don't mind my saying so. Do you still see him?"
"Yes. I try not to. But I do. It's kind of hopeless. I can't refuse him. I just don't have the strength."
"You mean he uses you?"
"I try to pretend he still loves me . . . needs me . . . "
"Bullshit!" Vivian laughed. "All I can say for you, precious, is you're a glutton for punishment! But all you one-man chicks are. Thank God I'm not that way. No one cock is going to fuck this girl up like that. You ought to tell him to go fuck himself and forget him. It's the only way!"
"I just wish to heaven I could," Delia said quietly. "I'd do it in an instant. But it isn't that simple. I love the guy. He's a bastard but I love him. I guess I always will."
"Then I feel sorry for you. You're the proverbial loser. You'll be walked on all your life. Oh, well, it's your funeral, not mine. Hey, how about oiling my legs while I'm flat on my belly, huh? I'm so comfy I hate to move. And it feels so delicious being attended like this. Reminds me of my maid." Vivian sighed, kicked her dainty feet lightly. "Please, precious, humor me just a little, will you? Pamper me? I'll love you for it. I'll love you to death."
Delia shrugged. "Why not? If it means so much to your spoiled little heart. Ye-gads, what a devilish brat you are!"
Vivian giggled. "Aren't I though? You just don't know the half of it!"
"I'm learning fast," Delia said with disdain as she dribbled the suntan lotion on her palm and began slicking down the redhead's delicate-skinned legs. "I'm learning."
"Delia.. . "
"Yes?"
"What's his name? The guy who broke your pitiful little heart. Maybe I know him."
"Brad. Brad Turner."
"Never heard of him," Vivian said. "Will I get the chance to meet him?"
"Probably. Hell drop around to see me sooner or later."
"Like the bad coin, huh?"
"Yes, something like that" Her voice trailed off.
"Don't sound so bitter, precious," Vivian said. "Your Brad Turner can't be the end of the world. Be happy! Forget the creep. Let's both be happy!" She chuckled. "We have each other, darling! What else do we need!"
Delia frowned. Tm not sure I get your meaning . . . "
"Friends! And what are friends for, precious? To tell troubles to, shoulders to cry on and all that stuff. Someone to turn to when the going gets rough."
"Oh," Delia said. "Yes, of course."
"What did you think I meant?"
Tm not quite sure, Viv. Forget it."
T will not! You thought I was suggesting a gay relationship, didn't you? Don't he! I can read your mind!"
"Of course not," Delia said, feeling trapped. "The idea never crossed my mind! You're imagining things!"
"Have you ever done it?" Vivian asked.
"Done what?"
"Made love with another female, what else? Stop acting so innocent, darling. You know what I mean."
"No, certainly not," Delia said flatly. "I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're asking."
"Don't get mad, Delia! We're only talking! Why do you get upset about nearly everything I say?"
"I'm sorry," Delia conceded. "I really am. Sometimes you get under my skin asking such personal questions. Maybe I'm a bit too touchy today. Like I say, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
"Yes, if you'll continue rubbing me down like this. You have such marvelous hands. I love the feel of them on my body. Oooo, thanks. I'll adore you the rest of my life. But getting back to that other thing, haven't you ever had a lesbian make a pass at you? I mean you must have, beautiful as you are."
"Yes. Of course," Delia said. "It happens to every girl once in a while."
"weii . . .r
"Well what?"
"What did you do about it?"
"Simply said thanks but no thanks, naturally." Delia felt uncomfortable. She wished Vivian would drop the subject.
"You did! Boy, you and I are sure different in that respect. You don't know what you're missing, darling, honestly! I never pass up a chance to enjoy me a lesbian. It's the wildest kick ever! Once you get one all hot and bothered, she'll literally eat you up! And do I love being eaten! Wow! Talk about kicks! Talk about a turn-on! You get a lesbian hooked on your body, you've got it made! You can just lie back and luxuriate in ecstasy with sweet hungry lips consuming you from head to foot and licking your pussy till your eyes pop out."
"Oh!" Delia winced. "You sound so-so awful! I never met anybody who talked so outrageously about her innermost feelings and conquests. What do you do? Prey on the weaknesses of others? Try to make victims of everybody? Use anybody you can for a kick? How can you be so callous and selfish? So utterly cruel and uncaring toward others? You amaze me, Viv. You're hard to believe!"
The redhead chuckled and her sleek white form tremored beneath Delia's oily fingers. "That's me, precious! I grab my fun where I find it. I don't pass up anything!"
Delia took a deep breath. The younger girl startled her, amazed her. Never in her life had she met such a wild and reckless character. Vivian was the epitome of the female bitch! Yes, that was the only word for it. Bitch! And yet there was something else-fascination. No need trying to deny it, the sexy redhead exuded an excitement that couldn't be ignored. Her very bitchiness became attractive. She seemed to dwell in an aura of sin and sensuality and adore it, make light of it and draw others to it. Delia wondered. She felt undercurrents of danger just being around the girl, felt little warning flags waving about in her mind. Actually, she should put distance between herself and Vivian. She sensed it, she knew it. The girl had to be trouble. Yes, Delia thought, she ought to pack her bags and move out of the apartment, get as far away from this totally unprincipled little slut as possible. It'd be the smartest thing she'd ever done, probably.
Still, like the proverbial moth circling the flame, one seldom heeds warning signs in the presence of fascination such as Vivian produced, Delia reflected. You felt you might miss something. Something earthshaking and utterly divine! That was the only way Delia knew how to put it.
She applied the aromatic lotion to the shapely white legs with a strange new sense of awareness now, a tingling awareness that made her throat go dry. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she experienced a shocking flood of sensuality washing over her. Her heart began to pound.
Suddenly, like subtle magic, the red-haired girl's body turned utterly desirable before Delia's very eyes. The feel of the lovely legs and smooth skin radiated erotic sensations to Delia's brain, filling her with nostalgic, haunting hungers. Delia caught her breath. What was happening to her? she wondered. What was this blissful poison of desire that captured her and held her breathless? My God! she thought. This can't be!
Vivian rolled over, looked up at Delia with amused, questioning eyes. Slowly she smiled, reading Delia's thoughts. She giggled. She sat up, letting the loose halter fall from her exquisite tits. Her fingertips reached and caressed Delia's cheek. "I love you too, precious," she whispered excitedly.
"No!" Delia said emotionally. "No . . . "
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Vivian leaned quickly forward and kissed Delia's parted mouth hotly, hungrily. Instinctively Delia tried to draw away but the attempt was mockingly inept. The warm, sweet, sugary taste of Vivian's lips on hers was too enthralling to resist. Delia felt a compelling weakness take her over. Vivian's tongue slid inside her mouth and Delia went blind with ecstasy. It seemed her very soul melted. She sighed in a new world of delicious-ness and allowed herself to become totally overwhelmed.
"Let's hurry up to the apartment," Vivian broke the lass long enough to say. "I want you, precious! I want you terribly!"
"No . . . please . . . "
"Yes! It's got to be! Come on-I can't wait! Come on!"
Delia didn't have the strength to argue.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Delia trembled. Her mind screamed no while her body screamed yes. The shower water, hot and steamy, pelted their naked bodies with stimulating force. Vivian gave her no respite from the fires of jaded sensuality which had taken hold deep inside her. Vivian had soaped Delia's tingly form with studied eagerness, her hands touching her everywhere, and Delia's breathing became gaspy with a growing excitement she had never dreamed possible.
The water splashed the perfumy soap away as fast as the excited redhead could apply it, but this didn't seem to deter her. She did it obviously to arouse Delia's flesh to fever pitch, and she was succeeding. Delia felt weak in the knees and couldn't quite gather her thoughts because everything was happening so fast. It was as though Vivian didn't mean to give her an opportunity to slow her runaway passions, find a moment to catch her wits and resist.
"You're a pearl, darling!" The redhead giggled and passed her hand over Delia's shining belly. "Stunning, luscious figure . . . firm, tilted boobs. A prize, that's what you are! A glorious, beautiful goddess of love."
"I-I don't know what to say," Delia stammered. "This is so new to me . . . so strange. I don't know how to act. . . "
Vivian snickered. She encircled Delia's waist with her arms and pulled Delia to her. Their bodies squirmed slickly together and Delia felt her eyes rolling back in her head. Then Vivian pushed back, bent and grasped Delia's tits in her hands, squeezed them and kissed them. Delia moaned, the weakness in her knees feeling more pronounced.
Vivian bit her hardened nipples, nipped at them and sucked them hungrily. Delia knew she was going to swoon. Her heart pounded furiously and she felt electrified in every inch of her body. What's come over me? something inside her cried. How can this be happening! This isn't me! It isn't, it isn't! It can't be!
But it was happening to her and she felt powerless to even think about slowing down. The sensual overtones, the exquisite excitement, the breathless joy of divine forbidden pleasures drove her mad.
"Oh God, Viv-if you don't stop you're going to make me cum!"
"Let's dry each other and get in bed."
They had to hold onto one another to keep from falling as they stepped from the shower, their passions were at such high pitch. Then they snatched bath towels from the rack, rubbed each other's body until their skin glowed. Laughing, Vivian dropped her towel on the floor of the steamy room, reached for a bottle of spray perfume and misted the air heavily with its exotic smell. She whirled about in the mist, flipped her red hair saucily, then turned the spray directly on Delia.
"Turn slowly while I mist you, precious. I'm going to make you into a flower-garden goddess of heady delights. Isn't this aroma fantastic!"
Moments later Delia was led by the hand to Vivian's bedroom. Delia had the vague impression that the redhead's fingers gripped her hand a bit too tightly, and that she was being tugged along behind the eager girl rather than being led. It was a fleeting idea, though, and Delia quickly dismissed it. She was too enthralled in new sensations to be bothered by the girl's commanding grip on her hand. All she was interested in at this moment was the vision of Vivian's glimmering white nakedness pulling her along, tempting her, rushing her toward strange adventures of perverted love. In spite of her small and nagging inhibitions, Delia knew she wanted to surrender, wanted the jaded ecstasies, anticipated the delirious promises of depraved thrills. The desire ran like wine in her veins.
At the side of the bed Vivian wrapped her arms around Delia's waist, held her close, their tits pressing. She wriggled in such a way that their nipples rubbed together and their bellies also. Delia loved it. She panted in excited response. "Ohhh," she sighed repeatedly. "Ohhh
Vivian covered Delia's gasping mouth with her own, blending their lips in a warm sugary kiss that sent Delia's eyes rolling back in her head. Delia's arms went around Vivian to hold her tightly also.
Vivian's mouth forced Delia's farther open. Delia nearly fainted when Vivian's tongue slid between her teeth and swirled lavishly about her own tongue.
Delia felt the urge to swallow the sweet, seducing tongue, the effect was so heavenly. Vivian broke the delirious kiss and Delia felt she'd die she had loved it so terribly. But then Vivian began kissing her throat and shoulders, her face and behind her ears and along her neck and hairline. The feel of soft, velvety lips on her perfumed skin tantalized her as much as had the sugary tongue in her mouth.
Delia's head fell back. "I never dreamed it would be like this . . She gasped in deep sensuality.
She thought she heard a mischievous chuckle escape Vivian, and for an instant she wondered. But then it was forgotten as Vivian's hands cupped her asscheeks, drew their groins together and began grinding. The thrill of it ripped through Delia. She felt herself turning to putty in Vivian's hands.
Now Vivian bucked and ground against her as though she were actually fucking her. The clutching fingers dug in the firm flesh of Delia's ass, adding more thrills. Delia thought the top of her head would fly off.
"Oh God!" she hissed passionately. She suddenly began hunching and grinding in return. She felt an overpowering urge for their cunts to touch and melt together, become a whirlpool of sensation. The desire intoxicated her brain. She issued a sob of hysterical eagerness, began kissing Vivian's throat and shoulders. The exotic perfume of the red-haired girl's flesh brought moans of ecstasy to Delia's kissing lips.
"Let's get on the bed before we both go crazy," Vivian said. "I'm on fire!"
"Yes-yes!" Delia exclaimed.
Eagerly they climbed on the bed, lay facing one another. Their hands roamed the curves and contours of their excited bodies and their lips blended into deep, soul-stirring kisses.
Delia felt incredible bliss. She seemed to be soaring on a strange new plane of blinding sensuality, floating in misty clouds of electric excitement, every nerve singing a song of pleasure.
Vivian broke the kiss. She twisted about, rising on her knees, urging Delia onto her back. She kissed Delia's white, smooth arms clear to the palms of her delicate hands. She kissed Delia's uptilted tits, sucked lightly at the sensitive nipples. Delia babbled hysterical pleasure, low, unintelligible sounds which came with each throb of her heart. Her nipples felt bursting and she could feel them quivering between the soft, sucking lips that were drawing them to pink, pointed buds of firm response.
Vivian kissed all around the classic-shaped globes, then made a damp path down to her pulsating belly. The tongue-tip stabbed light circles around and around her navel, circling closer and closer, and finally it dipped and stabbed at the sensitive spot. Delia had to clench her fingers into fists to endure the crackling thrill.
"You're driving me insane!" she screeched. "Oh! Oh please . . . " She was begging without realizing exactly what she begged for. She wished none of this heavenly experience to cease. God no! She wanted it to go on and on forever!
Vivian's lips ran up and down her thighs. She brushed Delia's perfumed pussy, breathed into her garden of golden hair. Delia arched, silently beseeching ecstasy for her swollen, pearl-hard clit. She ached for it to be licked, kissed, sucked. She writhed in her agony of want. Her breathing became jagged, gaspy, tormented. "I can't stand it! I'm going out of my mind!"
Vivian moved again. Now she knelt between Delia's legs. She lifted Delia's legs and let them dangle over her shoulders. She pressed forward, kissing the insides of her thighs until she once more brushed Delia's golden-haired cunt. Delia felt screams of urgency building inside her. Her clit quivered in anticipation of rapturous kisses and brain-reeling tonguing. Delia's hips bucked mindlessly. "Don't tease me!" she cried out "Don't torture me!"
Vivian refused to be rushed. She kissed all around and over the mound of Delia's pussy. Her lips played with the wet lips of Delia's vulva, obviously ignoring the agonized clit which begged attention. Delia shook passionately from head to foot. Her soft heels began skidding up and down Vivian's back in sensual frustration. Vivian was purposely skirting Delia's clit. Apparently she meant to drive her up the wall with craving.
"Eat me-please! I can't take it anymore!" Delia sang out hysterically. "I can't bear it!"
"If I do you, are you going to do me?"
"Yes! Oh yes!" Delia sobbed. "I'll do anything you ask!"
Vivian's tongue touched the quivering clit ever so lightly, like a feather, just the tip barely touching. It sent butterflies of ecstasy rippling through Delia's flesh.
"Oooohhh . . . it's heavenly, Viv! It's divine!" She whipped her head from side to side in a fit of exquisite sensations. "Don't stop-please, don't stop! Ohhhh God!"
Vivian's tongue worried the swollen clit with apparent sadistic pleasure. She gave it small pursed-lipped kisses, light clinging kisses, peppered the tip of her tongue at it until she had Delia shrieking, her entire body leaping and quaking.
Delia reached to grab Vivian's hair and pull her face in her cunt before she lost her mind completely. There followed a struggle and the redhead laughed, refused to be forced.
"Why are you doing this to me!" Delia cried. "You're torturing me! I can't endure it! Oh please, darling-for God's sake, please!"
"Don't jerk my hair out, Delia!" the redhead giggled. "Control yourself."
"I can't! I'm so hot I can't even think! Oh God, Viv, don't do this to me! Don't . . . " Her voice was a wail of supplication. "I'm in agony!"
"Turn my hair loose."
Delia untangled her fingers quickly, hoping Vivian would give her surcease from the storm of erotic tensions that tore at her, electrified every cell of her flesh, made her eyes roll back in her head until they actually ached.
Vivian giggled. She ducked once more, swiped her tongue over Delia's clit in a long, attentive lick. Delia sang out breathless pleasure, felt her brain melt to mush in the blissful pleasure. "Oh God-oh God!"
Vivian squashed her tongue against the throbbing clit, ground her marvelous tongue over it, then started sucking it. Delia went insane. Her hips bucked, her legs squeezed about Vivian's head, her knees worked to and fro against each other as she drew them up to her bosom, squashing them against her swollen tits and pointed nipples. Her heart raced, pounded furiously. She turned into a writhing, squirming mass of female flesh lost in ecstasy. Her legs extended in long, reaching stretches, then pounded her heels on the bed cover on either side of the crouching form between them. Her voice moaned constantly, rose and fell with the pulsations storming through her. She was conscious of nothing save brain-reeling ecstasy. Her mouth lay open and her tongue encircled her dry lips wantonly. Her arms flexed and un-flexed and her fingers did the same.
Vivian stroked her flanks while sucking her clit. Then she slid her hands up Delia's shaking belly to her tits and enflamed nipples. She squeezed the resilient flesh and pinched the pink buds while her mouth sucked Delia's clit with growing intensity. Delia's heart tried to pound out of her body in the runaway excitement crashing through her. She began shrieking. She beat her fists and kicked her heels on the bed in her state of helpless lust. And then she orgasmed, her entire body leaping, hunching, bouncing. Whines and catcalls of crazed passion rattled out of her throat. Her juices burst forth and she felt her cum running, soaking the mouth that was sucking her clit.
Gradually she began to settle back to earth, undulating spontaneously only when Vivian's tongue drove deep licks inside her, making her vagina constrict like a sponge being squeezed for the last drop of its vital fluid. Then Vivian ceased.
"Your time," she said. "Now you eat me."
CHAPTER NINE
With a laugh of excitement, Vivian practically sprang on Delia, and in a flurry of movements Delia found herself with a pillow under her head and Vivian straddling her face, quickly nestling her cunt over Delia's surprised mouth. It happened so fast she had no time to resist. Her eyes widened. She looked up the shining body, saw the mischievous look on Vivian's face as she grinned down at her. "I don't need the preliminaries, precious, hot as I feel right now. Just eat me fast and furious. I love being eaten. Nothing turns me on more. God, how I love it!" She bounced her bush softly on Delia's mouth. "Give it to me, precious. Give me all the tongue you've got."
Delia experienced mixed emotions. She had a momentary flash of doubt, a qualm of conscience, but all this was encompassed in an aura of shocking anticipations, new adventures in delicious lust, all too overpowering to deny.
Tentatively, she began licking. She found the taste of Vivian's pussy delicious, the flavor of wild honey. The aroma of the redhead's forest of bushy hair stimulated her sense of excitement even more. She pushed her tongue farther. She felt the need to explore, to experiment, to find more such surprising and thrilling adventures. She shoved her tongue as far as she could inside the eagerly twitching red-haired girl.
"Wheee," Vivian responded. She squirmed around on Delia's face, seeking more of the tongue that wormed its way up her cunt. The lips of her pussy covered Delia's mouth completely, like warm, moist petals of some heavy, exotic flower. Delia's eyes drifted closed in pleasure and she felt herself transcending into another world of exquisite delights.
Vivian squirmed, sighed, giggled. She was like a child who had just been handed a new amusement. Delia opened her eyes. Vivian's arms were crisscrossed on her bosom, each hand cupping a mound of firm tit, squeezing and massaging it. Her expression was impish, eager, with highlights of excitement. She appeared half serious, half playful. Delia briefly wondered about this. The beautiful young redhead was too fantastic to believe. She was complex, mysterious, totally fascinating, Delia thought. She exuded sin and sensuality like sweet poisons you found yourself drinking with relish.
Delia had flashes of doubt, but quickly pushed them from her mind. The pleasure she experienced surpassed all else, and she wanted nothing to spoil it
The pussy lifted lightly and Delia kissed the wet lips hotly, eagerly, as though fearing they might desert her. She heard Vivian's short laugh, felt the pussy hair swirling a teasing, tickly circle round and round her searching mouth.
Delia's hands ran up and down the smooth back and sides of the girl enthroned on her face, caressed the curve of her hips and out along the thighs scissoring her cheeks. She did it as though imploring Vivian to settle down again and accept the tongue which hungered to plunge far inside her cunt.
"I believe you like this as much as I do." Vivian chuckled down at her.
"Yes! You're heavenly!" Delia spoke through the slow swirl of hair. "You're an angel!"
Vivian laughed again. "I agree completely! Everybody tells me the same thing so it must be true!" Then she nestled her pussy once more over Delia's gaped mouth. "Suck me, precious.
Suck me and lick me and eat me. Oh, how I love it!"
Delia moaned and closed her eyes, let herself become lost in the hypnotic pleasures of obeying the younger girl's gleeful commands. She felt she was surrendering to every element of perverse lust she had ever thought to be wrong, but she no longer cared. It was too exquisite, too overwhelming to resist.
Vivian made small movements constantly, feeding herself to Delia's growing excitement, to Delia's probing tongue and sucking lips. In a faraway corner of her mind Delia could hear her own moans and sighs and small cries of unholy needs. She felt as though she were standing aside and watching herself in this state of wild orgy, and had difficulty believing what she saw.
And yet it was happening, and intermingled in her blurred flashes of thought she saw the happy, evil face of Vivian laughing in triumph, making a game of her newly awakened hungers, leading her farther and farther down jaded paths of no return.
Suddenly Vivian straightened up on her knees, her pussy escaping Delia's wildly lavishing mouth. With a cry of dismay, Delia clutched at the giggling girl who was looking around at her as though to witness the effect on Delia.
"No-no! Come back!" Delia cried.
"Wow!" The redhead laughed. "You are hot for my body, aren't you?"
Delia spun on her stomach. The twin shining globes of Vivian's ass filled her vision. Delia scooted forward. She kissed the firm young buttocks frantically. Vivian kept laughing. She bent forward on her elbows, swirled her ass while Delia plastered hot, wet kisses on both twitching cheeks.
"Wheee! Oh, wow!" Vivian cried delightedly. Then she altered positions. She stretched out on her stomach in the middle of the bed. Delia, without pausing, began kissing the shining young body. On all fours she ran her lips rapidly up and down the entire length of Vivian's sensitive, quivering form. "Yes! I love the way you do it!" the redhead enthused. She kicked her dainty feet. "Do me all over, from head to toe! Oh, Delia, the feel of your lips is divine!"
Delia was too impassioned to speak. She felt a desperate urge to consume the delectable body. The taste of Vivian's perfumed flesh stunned her brain. She kissed the backs of the smooth thighs, the soft sweet undersides of the velvety knees, along the twitching shapely calves. "You're wonderful . . . heavenly!" Delia managed to gasp. "Every inch of your body is delicious!"
"Prove it to me, precious." Vivian giggled. "I adore your kisses. They turn me on, they send me flying to the stars!"
Delia's worshipful mouth traveled back to the tempting buttocks. She kissed them hotly, one resilient cheek after the other. Vivian lifted and swirled them in joyous response. Finally, she turned over on her back, stretching arms and legs in a gesture of pure luxury. Instantly Delia's lips began savoring the smooth flat belly. She moved her mouth sensually upward, finally capturing a thrill-hardened tit and lavishing it as though she were trying to swallow it. She felt the rigid nipple against her tongue. She chewed it lightly and sucked it, then with a gasp transferred her frantic attention to the other tit. Vivian had commenced to squirm and move her arms and legs in reaction to Delia's wild lovemaking. She tangled her fingers in Delia's hair and Delia felt the pressure which meant Vivian wanted the hot kisses farther down her quaking form.
"Eat me, precious! Eat me!"
Delia swung down to the triangle of silken hair, buried her parted mouth in it. She moaned. Vivian lifted a knee so that Delia could kiss her pussy. Delia licked and kissed the damp petals of her cuntlips with gasping eagerness. The redhead bounced her hips in rapid rapture as though unable to wait. She slid both knees over Delia's shoulders, then reached again and caught her by the hair. She arched and dragged Delia's face into the crease of her pussy, sluicing it up and down over
Delia's gasping mouth. "Eat me!" she shrilled. "Eat me! I'm almost ready to cum!"
Vivian's fingers jerked demandingly in Delia's hair and Delia winced at the pain, yet there was something about the pain she found ecstatic. She could do nothing about it, regardless. She was much too overcome by this naked world of luscious flesh she found herself caught up in. Even the pain began to work more wonders on her. Vivian bucked and hunched, jerked and fed pussy to her mouth in hectic eagerness. She giggled, laughed, issued gleeful catcalls of excitement.
Delia felt frozen in lust for the red-haired girl's brain-reeling flesh. She let herself be used uninhibitedly. Vivian's smooth, firm buttocks leaped up and down while her hands held Delia's mouth to her hot, wet, honeyed cunt. Her heels tapped a rapid tattoo on Delia's back, rubbed up and down Delia's flanks. Her slim, shapely legs worked constantly. They folded about Delia's head, moved against her face, twined and untwined around her neck, coiling and uncoiling like sinuous serpents enjoying their prey.
She strained in an arch and quivered on a naked plane of white shining beauty on a level with Delia's lust-filled eyes. Delia's tongue licked the stone-hard clit while her eyes drank in the incredible vision of orgasming female flesh.
Vivian's juices broke forth, dampening Delia's face. She closed her eyes and sucked the creamy fluid and licked the pearly clit to keep the juices flowing.
Vivian finally sighed and began to relax. "Marvelous," she cooed, releasing Delia's hair. "Precious, you were divine."
"And you . . . " Delia whispered emotionally. "You are delicious!"
"Yes." The redhead laughed softly. T know."
After they had rested awhile, the doorbell chimed. The two girls looked at one another. "Were you expecting anyone?" Vivian asked.
Delia shook her head. "No."
Then Vivian sat up and exclaimed, "Oh, I know who it is! It's Angela! I forgot. She called me yesterday and begged to see me. I told her she could drop by today."
"Angela?" Delia felt vaguely disappointed.
"My maid, darling! The one I told you about. The girl I taught to worship me." Vivian laughed, swung off the bed. "You'll love her, Delia. She's a prize. Well have a barrel of fun."
T sort of wish you hadn't invited her," Delia pouted. "I'm not in the mood for company just now. I hoped you and I could spend the day together."
Vivian danced childlike toward the door. "But we will, precious! Having Angela is like putting icing on the cake, believe me! You'll see. Just wait!" She walked out naked.
While waiting for the red-haired spitfire of a girl to return, Delia pulled a corner of the sheet across her groin. She wasn't quite as immodest as her flamboyant roommate, and she didn't doubt for a minute Vivian would come marching back with the maid in tow, catching her in the raw.
"Oh, how I've missed you, Angela!" Vivian's voice came from the sitting room as the two were returning. "Did you bring the items I told you to?"
"Yes," came the timid voice of the other girl. "I didn't forget."
"Good. I'd have been angry if you hadn't."
The girl Vivian led into the bedroom was a rather pathetic-looking creature with dark hair and large sad eyes. Vivian had said they were the same age, but you'd never know it from looking at them. The girl looked a bit ragged around the edges in contrast to vivacious Vivian. There was just no comparison. The girl carried a large straw handbag in one hand. She blushed when she saw Delia.
"Delia," Vivian said, "meet Angela. I know you two will simply adore each other."
"Hi," Delia acknowledged.
"Hello," the girl said, her voice barely audible.
T told Angela I was going mad without my maid," Vivian said. "She agreed to come over and give the apartment a thorough cleaning. Wasn't that sweet of her?"
"Yes, it certainly was," Delia said, hardly knowing what else to say. She suspected Vivian had much more than this in mind for the girl though. It didn't make sense. The apartment didn't need cleaning. Delia had taken care of that early this morning. The place was spic and span.
"Put on your uniform, Angela, so it'll remind me how it was at home. You look so cute in it anyway. You can change in the bath."
"All right," the girl said dejectedly. She started to turn away, but Vivian interrupted, an edge to her voice.
"Just all right? Have you forgotten so quickly?"
The dark-haired girl blinked. "Oh-I'm sorry, I meant all right-Ma'am!"
Vivian patted her cheek. "That sounds much better, precious. Let's not make that mistake again, shall we?"
"No, Ma'am. I won't. I just forgot."
After the girl carried the straw bag into the bath and closed the door, Vivian laughed and flung herself on the bed beside Delia. "This is going to be fun! I can feel it in my bones!"
Delia frowned. "What are you doing to that poor girl? The apartment doesn't need cleaning. I can't figure you, Viv. You're up to something. What is it?"
"Wait and find out."
"She looks so downcast and embarrassed," Delia said. "I feel sorry for her. Poor thing, she acts like she's terrified of something."
"She is, precious-of me!"
"But why? I thought you said she worships you."
"She does. And that's what makes all the difference. Oh, Delia! How can you be so naive? Don't you understand anything at all? I'm surprised at you, I really am!"
"No. I don't understand-not in the least."
"Darling, am I going to have to put it in black and white for you? The girl adores me. I taught her to adore me. She can't think of anything or anyone else but me. I trained her well and she can't help herself."
"You mean because you turned her into a lesbian?"
"Oh, I hardly think that. She probably had it in her all the time and didn't realize it. I just awakened her to the fact that she was lesbian pure and simple, and now she believes I'm the only chick she could ever love. She's convinced she can't five without me. Isn't that a laugh? Now, do you see the humor in it?"
"No, but I can easily see the tragedy in it." Delia frowned. "I suppose you enjoy making the poor thing miserable, now that you have her under your thumb."
"How'd you guess!" Vivian stretched her arms and chuckled.
"It's easy when I remember how you are. You're cruel, Viv. You have a cruel nature. You like to make people suffer."
"So? Doesn't everybody? Look, it's just a sense of power, darling!' Everybody has a little streak of cruelty in them-ask any psychiatrist And it's fun to let it all hang out once in awhile. It's good for the soul. When are you going to wake up, precious? Life is a blast when you kick out the inhibitions and let yourself fly."
"Maybe so, but not at the expense of others. You go too far, Viv. You like to enslave the ones who love you, then get your kicks mistreating them. How'd you like it if somebody did the same to you? You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Never happen, though," Vivian said confidently. "In this old world there are the winners and the losers. I happen to be a winner."
"And you like to step on the losers, right?"
"I don't just like it, precious, I love it! And you would too if you'd let your hair down and go strictly for the bang. There's more to sex than mere fucking and sucking, Della, or haven't you heard? There's the fine edge enjoyed only by the sophisticated and super-sophisticated. It's of the spirit and mind as well as the body, all gathered together in one big delicious thrill. Yikes! I get turned on just thinking about it!"
Delia looked at the enthusiastic redhead and shook her head sadly. "I pity anybody you get your hooks in, Viv. Like Angela. She's bound to live a life of total hell."
"Yes, and for your information, Delia, I like it that way." She spoke defiantly. "If you disapprove, I'm sorry. But me? I get my kicks anywhere I find them. I always have and always will. I'm not about to change."
"No," Delia murmured and took a deep breath. "I don't imagine you ever will."
'You say you've never had an honest-to-God lesbian make love to you?"
"No, the idea never crossed my mind. Why?"
"Wait till I sic Angela on you," Vivian said with a bubbling laugh. "You'll change your mind about a lot of things!"
"No, don't you dare, Viv! I want no more of your perverse games! I'm not built that way honestly!"
"Well see," Vivian said smugly. "We'll find out for sure."
At that moment Angela came out of the bathroom wearing her maid's uniform. It was black silk trimmed with white lace frills, giving the girl a cute demure look.
"Well, it's about time!" Vivian said angrily. T thought you were going to take forever!"
CHAPTER TEN
Angela looked frightened." Tm sorry. I changed as fast as I could."
"You're sorry-what?" Vivian demanded.
"Oh-Ma'am! I'm sorry, Ma'am!"
"You won't learn, will you, Angela? You simply refuse to learn. I ought to punish you, teach you to remember. You did bring my special whip, didn't you?"
"Oh, please don't, Ma'am! Yes, I brought everything you instructed me to bring." The girl's voice quivered. "I made a list so I wouldn't forget."
"It's a damn good thing for you, then," Vivian said meanly. "I can't stand being disobeyed. Now trot in the kitchen and serve Delia and me drinks. We're thirsty. Hurry! And don't take all day, stupid. Get moving!"
"Yes Ma'am. Of course!"
The girl ran out of the room. Vivian looked at Delia. "See what I mean? Isn't it nice to have someone jump when you speak? She's so eager to please me she can't do enough."
"I'd say she's more terrified than eager," Delia said. "And what was all that talk about a whip? This is getting crazier by the minute. Don't tell me you actually whip that poor creature! I couldn't believe it!"
"I certainly will whip her if she displeases me," Vivian said, fingering her red hair. "What is a whip for? It's to punish, isn't it?"
Angela returned bearing the drinks on a tray. Her hands shook as she served them. "Don't be so nervous!" Vivian shouted, startling the girl. "If you spill anything on me you're going to be sorry!"
The girl's large dark eyes showed panic. Delia found herself hoping to God Angela didn't splash the drink she was trying to hand to Vivian. The suspense became distracting. Delia didn't like it and she said, "I think I'll take my drink to my room, leave you two alone."
"Don't be silly," Vivian said. "You're staying right here. Angela will serve and pamper us both. Won't you, Angela?" She sent a challenging glance at the girl. 'You love waiting on us, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"And you'd feel hurt if Delia left us, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I certainly would."
"Good, that settles it," Vivian tittered. She took a sip of her drink. "You know what I've missed most, Angela? One of your famous pedicures. I've been having to do my feet myself, and I do an awful job."
"I think they look lovely," Angela said.
"Nevertheless, I'd like for you to do them. You do want to, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I'd be glad to."
"You can pedicure Delia also. I want her to see how nicely you do it."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll get the light."
Delia felt uncomfortable about all this, but couldn't bring herself to get off the bed and leave. There was something ironically fascinating in the absurd situation. It tantalized her imagination. She felt awed that Vivian could enslave the hapless Angela to such a degrading degree. But evidently she'd succeeded in doing just that. Delia, in spite of herself, felt a perverse tingle of pleasure at the thought.
Within minutes Angela had pulled a chair close to the bed and Vivian had dropped her feet in her lap. Angela handled the dainty feet with utmost care, as though they were formed of fine china. Her eyes lighted somewhat. Evidently she loved the task of beautifying Vivian's feet Delia watched, her interest growing.
Vivian lay propped against the headboard of the bed, smiling, looking very content with herself as the maid busied with her feet. "Be extremely careful with the cuticles, Angela. You know how sensitive they are."
"Oh, I will, Ma'am. I will!"
"Move in a little closer. You're too far away."
Angela moved to the edge of the chair. Her glance kept flitting up Vivian's shapely legs to the red bush of pussy hair. The pussy hair was thick, finely textured and very long, almost long enough to comb. The more you studied the flamboyant redhead, Delia decided, the more attractive she became.
When Angela had Vivian's feet toes and nails looking like pearls, she glanced timidly up and murmured, "May I?"
Vivian shrugged. "Oh, I suppose so. You've done a nice job."
Angela bent and kissed the dainty feet. She kissed them reverently, adoringly, as though they were objects of art. Delia looked at Vivian and Vivian smiled back and winked. Then the redhead returned her attention to the girl mooning Over her feet. Angela seemed to be turning on sexually. Her kisses grew intense, began traveling up one of the curvy calves. Vivian's eyes were amused. She put one foot on the maid's shoulder. Angela made a small gasp and kissed farther along the lovely leg in her grasp.
"This is the happy part of a pedicure," Vivian told Delia. "Getting eaten by your maid." She sipped her drink, smiling over the rim of her glass. "Oh, Delia, don't look so shocked! Why shouldn't I reward my maid? I wouldn't deprive her of her one and only happiness, would I? Of course I wouldn't!" She laughed.
Delia thought she must be dreaming. Never in her life had she seen anything to equal this. She watched as the maid's impassioned kisses moved from the leg in her lap to the one resting on her shoulder. She was making little noises of eagerness, of joy, of deepest happiness. Her tongue flicked over the sleek white skin, her mouth followed each and every contour of the lovely limbs. Vivian looked smug. She accepted the worshipful overtures as though they were her just due.
Suddenly, with a small cry of anguish, the dark-haired girl plunged her face in the red forest of Vivian's pussy, began licking and kissing hungrily. Vivian giggled. She let her legs dangle over the maid's shoulders. Her feet worked sensually up and down the girl's back. She undulated her body slowly, obviously finding pleasure in the lascivious tonguing of her cunt
"Here, take my drink," Vivian said shakily to Delia. "I'm getting all het up and don't want to slosh it. Oooo . . . Angela has a marvelous tongue. It knows just the right places."
Delia dumbly took the drink from Vivian's hand and set it aside. She found her own hands shaking, and put her glass down, too. She swallowed and returned her attention to the two females. They both were breathing deep sighs of bliss. Delia couldn't tear her gaze from the lust-locked girls. Vivian's eyes rolled back in her head and she bounced her ass a couple of times in erotic glee. "Wheee! Oooooo, it's getting so goooood!"
Delia's fascination grew. Her heart was beginning to throb watching Angela lick and loss and bury her face in the long, titian-colored mound of Vivian's pussy. Delia wondered about herself. Strange feelings washed over her. Somehow she felt terribly let down. She couldn't quite understand it
Angela had slid completely off the edge of the chair and was lying half on, half off the side of the bed. Her hands were groping at Vivian's thighs and flanks while her mouth worked at the redhead's slowly grinding cunt. Delia swallowed again, noisily this time. Vivian looked up at her.
Vivian grinned and stuck out the tip of her tongue at her in childish fashion. "Don't be jealous, darling," she said. "I still love you, too."
Her words startled Delia, making her flush. She felt at a loss for an answer. Could this be true? No, it couldn't! But yet, deep inside, she realized Vivian was right-this was jealousy she felt. She envied Angela for being between those lovely legs licking Vivian's delicious cunt. Yes, it was true. She hated herself for the knowledge, but she couldn't help it, it was suddenly all too obvious to deny.
"Come here, precious," Vivian cooed at her, stretching her arms toward her. "You can love me, too. There's enough of me to go around. She giggled impulsively.
Delia stared. "No . . . no . . . " She had mixed emotions of restraint and desire. She didn't want this to happen . . . she couldn't let it happen. It was too outrageous to consider.
But Vivian was reaching for her, slim fingers beckoning, flexing and relaxing for Delia to come into her arms. Delia felt weak. Unconsciously her tongue wet her lips. She felt horribly tempted. Vivian looked so divine! Her firmed-up tits, not too large, not too small, seemed to be calling for her lips. The nipples had pinked to a lush fine shade, standing up straight and hard.
"Oh, no," Delia breathed. "Oh, please, no more!"
"Yes, darling, yes . . . " Vivian insisted, her tone a haunting demand that seemed to come from far away. "Come here . . . come love me."
"I've got to get away from you," Delia heard herself saying. "I can't let you drag me down to this. You're poison . . . in your soul and body you're poison . . "
"Tomorrow, precious. You can change your mind tomorrow. But for now . . . love me . . . I want your love . . . "
The flexing fingers reached Delia's face, caressed her cheeks, drifted like teasing feathers over her lips. Delia's brain turned fuzzy. Desire stormed inside her. Her breath quickened. An all-consuming sense of helplessness took hold of her.
She moaned. As though in a dream she found herself bending forward, surrendering to lust, frantic to lavish that luscious bosom, suck the erotic essence of those delicious nipples.
Her lips closed over the pink nubbin of one tit and the taste sent instant ecstasy to her brain. Vivian's hands played constantly with her face, urging her on. Delia felt her mouth being transferred to the other waiting boob, felt the other nipple pop between her lips. She vaguely realized she was being manipulated by Vivian, used by her, but she knew now she was powerless to stop. Her hunger had grown too intense.
Delia kissed both breasts madly, her mouth leaping from one to the other. Vivian flung her arms out beside her on the bed, laughed excitedly, writhed and squirmed as the hungry mouths of both Delia and Angela fed on her body. She sang out gleefully, bucked her ass, worked her sensuous limbs impulsively. Her fingers dug handfuls of the bed covers.
"Glorious!" she cried. "This is the living end!"
Delia kissed Vivian's slim throat, ran her lips heatedly along the creamy shoulders and rounded arms. She felt as though she could never devour enough of the redhead's exquisite flesh. Vivian writhed constantly, sighing with pleasure.
Then Vivian pulled Delia's mouth to her, kissed her hotly, her wet tongue diving down Delia's throat. The milky arms went around Delia's neck, holding her close. Delia's brain went blank in breathless ecstasy. She lashed her own tongue about Vivian's as their wide-open mouths clung together. Delia felt she would die in the pleasure of it all. She went drunk on bliss.
Vivian's hands and movements indicated she wanted Delia on top of her. Delia obeyed. Their tits rubbed together while they kissed and made hungry love with their tongues. Vivian twisted about, reaching her hands downward, doing something with them. Delia felt Vivian's fingers grip her asscheeks, her nails dig her resilient flesh. It was deliciously painful. Then Delia felt the hands move farther down and do something else. She was startled when she realized that Vivian had dragged Angela's face up between both of their crotches and the lust-crazed girl was insanely feasting on both cunts, her lips flying to first one and then the other.
Delia started working her ass in unison with Vivian while the hot tongue of the maid plunged in alternating deep licks in the juicy vaginas, swiping the swollen clits and making both girls moan ecstatically.
Delia felt she was going to cum. It was all so blindingly delicious she knew she couldn't endure much more. Vivian was trying to suck her tongue clear down her throat, her arms tight around Delia's neck, her fingers now gripped in Delia's hair.
Delia felt hypnotized on thrills, her heart beating a rapturous tattoo against her rib cage. She had the fleeting thought that Vivian was on the threshold of cumming also. The redhead was wincing and shaking and issuing small shrieks, tight with the tension of unbearable excitement.
Vivian orgasmed and nearly sucked Delia's tongue out by the root. Yet this managed to trigger Delia's own climax immediately, and for long moments their two bodies seemed to wrestle on a plane of incredible ecstasy until finally, in breathless awe, it was over.
Delia rolled off Vivian and lay panting. Vivian laughed and pushed to a sitting position, her knees parted. Angela was still between her thighs licking her cunt. The girl's unsated hunger obviously amused Vivian. She pushed Angela's face away, giggled when it came flying back. "You do love pussy, don't you, dear?" Vivian taunted the hapless girl. "I guess I trained you even better than I thought. But now I think we should rest awhile, wouldn't you agree?"
"No! Please no!" Angela squalled from Vivian's crotch. "I want to love you forever!"
Vivian smiled at Delia. "Isn't she something? Doesn't she beat all? Give her an inch and she cries for a mile. Tch tch, what on earth can you do with such a passionate girl?"
Delia shook her head. "Don't ask me. I wouldn't know." Feeling a return of guilt, she turned on her side away from Vivian and closed her eyes. She needed to think. She couldn't go on like this-it was too craven, too perverse. She was getting in too deep and she had to break away soon or all semblance of her sanity would be gone. She thought about Brad Turner. If only he'd come and say he'd left his wife and wanted her to marry him . . . saved . . . she'd be saved! Otherwise where was she running? To whom could she go? She had never been able to love any man but Brad. No one but Brad. She suddenly felt like crying.
Behind her, Vivian was playing cat and mouse games with poor Angela. Delia could tell without seeing. She knew by the anguished cries and delighted giggles. She frowned her dismay.
She listened until, in spite of herself, she began feeling erotic again. She hated it, but it was too good to miss.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Delia and Vivian lay side by side on the bed with their knees propped up and their thighs parted. Angela was crouched down there below them busily kissing and licking their cunts. Delia had decided she may as well give up and enjoy the pleasures of the moment. She'd gone this far, she might just as well go the whole route. She could worry about her shame and guilt feelings later. The damage had been done, so what more harm could come from it? She could think of none. Oh, to hell with it, she brooded as her flesh tingled pleasantly from the tongue lavishing her pussy. So it was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But good also. Vivian was so right. You get your kicks when and wherever you can. Delia decided she was beginning to see the light. All you had to do was forget your conscience and let yourself fly. Sex was all, sensuality was everything. And if you had to use and abuse others in the process, why not? It's a selfish world. If you want your share you must take it, there was no other way.
This was pure luxury, she reflected, just lying here and having her pussy eaten, enjoying a sort of deliciously mild and continuing stimulation of her flesh. Callous, perhaps, but definitely nice. There was such a sweet irony to it all. She and Vivian chatted fight conversation while Angela's eager-beaver mouth feasted hungrily at their pussies. She acted as though she must get all she could while she could.
Vivian turned her head and smiled at Delia. "Are you enjoying yourself, precious?"
"Yes, definitely," Delia answered. "I never thought I could, but I can, and I'm learning fast."
"I can see that." The redhead giggled. "I knew all the time, though, that you had the makings of a real hot swinger."
"Live and learn," Delia smiled.
"I used to do this all the time at home. Never a dull moment. Between Paul and Angela I had all the excitement I could handle."
"I don't doubt that for a moment." Delia nodded. "It's a wonder they didn't fight over you. Or did you keep them in the dark about each other? I somehow doubt that you did."
"And you're so right, precious. I made doubly sure they knew. I loved to keep each of them jealous and hating one another, vying for my delectable charms. It created so much more exhilaration that way. Ye-gads, the fun I had playing them against each other! It was wild, darling, and I do mean wild!" Vivian cackled at the memory.
"And, of course, for a change of fare there was always your dear sweet daddy."
"Wow, look who's being sarcastic! I'm surprised at you, darling. You're trying for a dirty dig. I'm disappointed."
"Sorry, Viv. That slipped out. I shouldn't have said it."
Vivian shrugged. "Don't worry, you can't make me feel put down. I know how I am and I don't make excuses. Sure, I screwed Daddy. I fucked him every chance I got. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
"Forget it, Viv. I told you I was sorry."
"Now you've made me angry, Delia. And when I get mad I have to take it out on somebody."
"And just how do you intend to do it?"
"Easy, silly. I'll show you how. Angela! Get your nose out of Delia's cunt and bring me the whip. I'm going to whip your stupid ass black and blue."
Delia felt stunned. "Angela? Why her! She's not to blame for what I said-" She sat up, her eyes puzzled. She stared at Vivian and Vivian stared back. Angela had lifted her head from between Delia's thighs and was watching them in terror, her dark eyes wide, her lower, hp quivering.
"Angela, did you hear me!" Vivian yelled. "Get the whip! Now!"
Real tears rolled from the maid's eyes. "But-I don't deserve it! I didn't do anything wrong!"
"The hell you didn't!" Vivian screamed.
"What did she dor Delia interceded. "Why does she deserve punishment? Tell me, Viv! I'd like to know!"
"You haven't noticed?" Vivian demanded.
"Noticed what?"
"She's been wallowing in your cunt more than mine, that's what-the ungrateful bitch!"
Delia's hand flew to her throat. It dawned on her that this was true-Angela had paid more attention to her than to her angry mistress. Delia opened her mouth to speak. "But-but I-we-" She didn't know what to say.
Vivian gave a mirthless laugh. She swung off the bed and stormed into the bath, slammed the door loudly behind her. The maid winced at the sound. "Oh nooo . . . Oh no . . . " She looked at Delia, her expression beseeching. "Don't let her whip me . . . please . . . she forgets herself . . . she whips too hard!"
Delia swallowed in utter disbelief. "But what can I do?"
The girl trembled, began crying. "I don't know . . . I don't know . . . " She began wringing her hands in desperation. "If she wears the leather boots I'm in real trouble.
She's twice as vicious when she puts on the boots. Oh God, I'm afraid.
"I'll do what I can to stop her," Delia said. "I'll try, I promise. But I can't swear I'll succeed."
"Oh, please, try hard!" the girl wailed. "If you save me I'll be yours forever! I could love you more than I ever loved her! I'll do anything you ask! I'll be yours!"
Delia gasped. "Don't talk like that, Angela! I don't want you to be mine! I'm not like Viv! You-you don't understand! I'm nothing like her!"
T know you're not!" Angela cried. "You're ten times lovelier, ten times more desirable! Oh, darling, I want to be yours . . . I want to crawl at your feet and make you happy. I want to love you and love you and love-"
"Shut up, damn you, Angela!" Delia swore, unable to cope with the insane situation. "Can't you understand! I don't want you or anybody else at my feet! I-I-"
At that moment the bathroom door opened and Vivian strode toward them. Delia couldn't believe it. The red hair had been combed down long, clear to the naked white shoulders. She had on the boots just as Angela had feared. They were high-heeled, shiny black, and reached halfway between her knees and hips. They made her appear taller, tightened the flesh of her asscheeks as she moved. Delia gasped. Vivian's otherwise naked body, so perfectly shaped and creamy, exuded an aura of sensuality that rendered Delia breathless.
In her right hand she carried the evil-looking whip. It also was shiny black leather, thick at the handle and tapering down to its rattail end. Sight of it made Delia cringe. She imagined the slightest lash would sting the flesh horribly.
Delia fought to control her emotions "Vivian, don't be a fool!" she shouted. "I won't have you whipping Angela! It's so uncalled for! So absurd! Don't you dare touch her!"
"You stay out of this, Delia!" Vivian's tone was tight, hard, determined. She advanced on the dark-haired girl cowering at the foot of the bed.
"Please don't, Ma'am! Please don't.. . "
"Get off the bed and pull up your skirt!"
"No . . . no . . . I can't stand it when you whip me! Oh, Ma'am! I beg you! I don't want to be punished! It hurts so bad!"
"Leave the poor girl alone, Viv! I won't have this nonsense! It's crazy, it's so childish! We're grown people here! We're not kids playing games!"
Vivian, her eyes angrily narrowed, ignored Delia. She hovered over the maid. "Move, damn you! If you don't obey me this instant you're going to get it twice as badl I mean it, stupid! You'd better behave! And fast!"
Angela was shaking, looked too terrified to budge. Delia felt pity for her. The maid opened her mouth but was too overwrought to speak.
Vivian grabbed her by the hair and practically jerked her bodily off the bed. Hanging onto the girl's hair, she pulled her stumbling and bent over behind her to an overstuffed chair, Angela was sobbing hysterically.
Vivian callously flung the girl across an arm of the chair, commanded her to stay there. Delia was surprised that Angela did as she had been told, though she still sobbed. Vivian grimly yanked up the hem of the maid's uniform, caught her fingers in the band of her panties and skinned them off her white buttocks and legs in one quick motion, flinging the garment away. She quickly stepped back, lifted the whip and lashed a stinging blow across the twin white globes of Angela's ass. It made a whacking sound and the tender flesh leaped. Angela screamed. A red streak appeared instantly where the leather had struck. Shocked, Delia felt rooted to the bed, unable to think. She stared dazedly as Vivian began laying blow after vicious blow on the maid's cringing buttocks. Angela shrieked and pleaded for mercy, but the louder she screeched the harder Vivian thrashed. Whack! Whack, whack, whack! Delia winced every time the horrible leather found its mark and made a red welt on the tortured globes. The redhead's teeth were bared in a grimace.
Gathering her senses, Delia leaped off the bed. She grabbed Vivian's arm just as it was about to swing another flesh-biting blow. "Don't! That's enough! Stop it, stop it, stop it!"
Vivian tried to jerk away but Delia held onto her arm. The redhead's eyes showed a wildness Delia had never seen before-they shone with bright lights of cruelty. She looked turned on, in a new state of ecstasy. Delia was amazed. She feared for her roommate's sanity.
Vivian jerked away, arched the whip impulsively. Delia heard the leather whistle in the air as it swung at her. She threw out her hands defensively and closed her eyes. She felt a burning sensation around her flanks, followed immediately by excruciating pain. She froze in her tracks. Then her lips parted and she screamed her agony. Vivian laughed excitedly. She lashed Delia again before she could catch her breath.
"So you want some of the same medicine, do you!" Vivian yelled. "All right, I'll give it to you! I'll teach you to interfere!" She drew back the whip for another lash.
Delia snapped out of her trance as a surge of anger gripped her. She'd be damned if she'd take this! Who did that red-headed bitch think she was, anyhow!
When Vivian swung the whip, Delia caught it in her hand. With an effort born of desperation, she yanked it from the redhead's grasp. Vivian looked surprised. Delia's anger knew no bounds, mixed with the pain she still felt from the redhead's whipping. Delia took the whip by the handle and, without pausing to think, laid the lash hard as she could swing across Vivian's pear-shaped tits.
Vivian stumbled backward, obviously in a state of shock. She screamed and clamped both hands to her bosom. She looked as though she couldn't believe what had happened.
"You-you whipped me!" she cried. "How dare you!"
Delia wanted to lash her again but caught herself before she swung. T ought to beat you within an inch of your life!" she shouted. "It's what you deserve!"
Vivian couldn't seem to reply. She merely stared at Delia with unbelieving eyes. Delia glanced around at Angela, who was still lying over the arm of the chair. She was rubbing her ass and squeezing the cheeks with her fingers. "Get out of here while you've got the chance," Delia told her. "I won't let Vivian stop you. Hurry!"
But the maid didn't move. She looked frightened and confused. Her dark eyes flitted from Delia to Vivian and back to Delia again. Delia couldn't understand it. She didn't know why on earth Angela didn't grab up her things and run.
"Didn't you hear me!" Delia shouted. "Leave while you can!"
The girl still made no effort to budge from her position on the chair arm. Instead, a sickly smile of doubt and frustration slowly formed on her face. Delia was mystified. She had thought the girl would jump at the Opportunity to escape, but now there was cause to wonder. "What's the matter with you, Angela! Damn! I don't get this! I don't understand this at all!"
Vivian's sudden laugh was mirthless. "How can you be so blind, Delia? Can't you see how it really is? Angela doesn't want to leave, she isn't about to leave. I swear, Delia, you can sure be stupid when you Want to! You're ridiculous, you really are!"
Delia's mouth fell open. "What are you talking about?"
"Angela wants to be whipped, that's what I'm trying to tell you. She craves punishment! If you weren't so dumb about sex you'd see it yourself."
Delia stared. "Wants punishment? You can't mean it-you've got to be lying!"
"Oh? Think so?" Vivian smiled nastily. "Then why doesn't she take your suggestion and get out, answer me that!"
"I-I don't know-this is all so crazy!"
"Well, for your information, darling, the world is full of masochistic people, some more so than others. Ask any shrink. The bad ones are caught in a trap. They fear punishment but crave it at the same time, can't live without it They can't get their jollies unless they're suffering. That makes them slaves to anyone smart enough to recognize their weakness. Angela's like that. It's what keeps her from running out. Wake up, for God's sake, Delia! Can't you see it? Look at her! She needs the whip! She has to have it!"
Angela still wore the sickly smile. Her face was flushed but her eyes were bright. Her lips quivered. Her tongue dampened her lips constantly. Her fingers stroked her red-streaked ass.
Delia shook her head to clear her brain. Then she saw it-saw the truth. Vivian was right! The maid wanted punishment, wanted the pain, craved the cruel sting of the vicious whip.
"Whip her yourself if you don't believe me!" Vivian challenged. "See for yourself. Go ahead! Stop being such a fool!'
Delia swallowed. Then, abruptly, an unreasoning anger hit her, gripped her nerves and emotions-anger at herself, anger at Vivian, anger at the silly girl lying across the chair waiting to be whipped. It became a rage inside her that demanded action.
"Damn you!" Delia screamed. "Damn you both to hell!" She rushed at the girl on the chair. She drew back the whip and fury was behind the power as she lashed the maid's buttocks.
Angela screamed. Vivian laughed. Delia, in her blind rage, swung the whip in wild abandonment. She swung it as though with some primal vengeance. The louder the girl screamed the harder Delia lashed. And somewhere amidst the yells and laughter and smacking noises of leather on flesh, Delia caught the ungodly thrill of it' Her nerves sang, her heart raced with a new ecstasy, her brain vibrated in a pink mist of bliss.
She lashed harder, bringing louder screams from Angela and hysterical gigglings from Vivian. Delia laughed herself, and felt turned on as never before. Each whack of the leather on bare flesh sent waves of heightened excitement through her.
"Give it to her!" Vivian yelled happily. "Whip her, whip her, whip her to pieces! That's it! Go to it, Delia! Turn her skin to ribbons!"
Angela scrambled off the chair arm to the floor, crawled to Delia on hands and knees. She whimpered piteously amidst her sobs. She cowed at Delia's feet, ran her hands up Delia's legs and pressed her face in Delia's cunt. Delia stared down at the girl kissing her pussy, moaning in her bush, licking her. It brought Delia back to reality. She froze. What was she doing! What awful thing had come over her! This couldn't be her! Oh, how could she, how could she be such an animal of perversity!
As though the whip had suddenly become a serpent in her hand, she dropped it, and with self-revulsion shoved the slavering mouth from her cunt. "Get away from me! Get away!"
Delia ran from the room, sobbing in a fit of hysteria.
Vivian's laughter followed her, a cackle of utmost cruelty.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Delia spent the ensuing days looking for a place to move to. She feared that if she didn't escape the perverse redhead's influence soon she'd become enslaved herself, just like that pitiful maid Angela. And nothing could be as horrible as that!
At work she used the telephone every chance she got to check newspaper ads under "Apartments For Rent." Every lead she chased down, though, proved too expensive. She kept trying. It was all she knew to do. Maybe a miracle would happen.
Meantime her boss, Horace Hayden, had been pestering the life out of her to go out with him again. He'd been a totally changed man since that one night they'd been together in his car and she'd seduced him into falling at her feet. Where he'd been cold toward her before, he was steaming after her now. At first she had found it amusing to hear his pleas and arguments. He sounded so desperatel "My God, Delia! You don't know how I want you! I can't get you off my mind a second of the day or night! I'm going crazy-you've got to give me a break!"
"I'll think about it." She would smile and put him off. "I'm busy now, though. I can't get these contracts typed up with you hanging over my shoulder. Well talk about it later."
"Let me see you tonight! Darling, please!"
"Sorry. I have another date."
The fun of making him miserable had worn thin by now, however, and lost its flavor. She wished he'd leave her alone, she had more important things on her mind. Like getting away from Vivian. In this respect she was becoming desperate herself. She could see herself sliding deeper and deeper into fearful quagmires of perverted lust being around the amoral redhead. She didn't want to be like Vivian. She didn't want to exist for sex and depravity as Vivian did. It wasn't right, nor normal. It was no life for any girl to live.
Delia frowned in her thoughts. Already Vivian had aroused sinful forces in her nature she'd never dreamed existed, and Delia dreaded their further cultivation. It startled her to remember the jaded thrill she'd experienced when she'd whipped the maid with that cruel leather lash. But it was true, she definitely had thrilled to it. And to other perversities also. Like making it with Vivian, another female, and discovering how all-consuming the pleasure could be. It was frightening, Delia thought. She had to stop it somehow. She had to escape the noose Vivian was relentlessly tightening around her throat
She made more telephone calls, but none of the ads proved fruitful. She began to wonder if she weren't wasting her time.
After work she went home. Vivian hadn't arrived. Delia undressed and bathed, hoping to ease some of the tension she'd felt all day. She slipped on a pink terry cloth robe and was fastening the belt when the telephone rang. It was Vivian calling to let her know she'd be late coming home.
"Going to a party, precious," Vivian told her. "I'll probably be out all night"
"Have fun," Delia said.
"I always do. Will you miss me?" There was a chuckle.
"Yes, I'm sure I will, Viv."
"Please miss me, Delia. Miss me terribly. Be jealous."
"I'll do my best," Delia murmured and hung up. She sighed, went in the kitchenette and fixed herself a highball. She brought the drink into the sitting room and flopped on the sofa. She lay moodily sipping the highball and thinking her thoughts. She couldn't get Vivian off her mind.
Party? What kind of party? she wondered. And where and with whom? Probably some kind of all-night orgy with a group of her swinging friends! What else could it be? What other kind of fun-fest would Vivian enjoy? Yes, it had to be something like that It'd be stupid to think otherwise.
Delia frowned. Miss her, Vivian had teased. Be jealous. The nerve of that redheaded slut!
Delia finished her drink in two angry gulps. "Damn that tempting bitch!" she swore aloud to herself. "Jealous? Yes! Damn right I'm jealous! Why not be honest and admit it!"
She jumped up and commenced pacing the floor. She wrung her hands mentally, wondering what in God's name she was going to do. She paused in the middle of the room and gave a dry, ironic laugh. All she was doing was fooling herself! Those newspaper ads she'd been chasing down . . . how stupid! There'd been several of them she could have afforded. But she hadn't let herself believe it. Face up, Delia! she told herself. You really haven't wanted to find an apartment! You've only been deceiving yourself! You don't want to move, leave Vivian. In your subconscious you've known it all the time!
Shaken to the roots by this sudden self-confession, she hurried into Vivian's room. She found the big straw handbag the maid had brought. She dumped the contents on the bed . . . the black leather boots, the rat-tailed leather whip, all sorts of erotic odds and ends. And the dildo! A huge, white, gleaming artificial cock that made her gasp in awe.
Gingerly she picked up the dildo, studied it. It was made of firm material, slightly pliable, and it felt like real flesh. She ran her fingers over every inch of the erotic instrument. She shivered. Her forehead turned damp with perspiration. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingers played with the flared head of the cock. She swallowed nervously. She'd heard of dildos before but she'd never seen one until now. It was startling how lifelike it felt. Her heart quickened. A sly, secretive feeling ran through her.
"Why not?" she whispered to herself. "Nobody will ever know."
In giddy anticipation Delia lay back on the bed, a tight smile on her face. The terry cloth folds fell from her legs. She held the dildo above her, looking at it She issued a sinister chuckle. "All right, Mr. Prick-let's see what you can do for a lonely, miserable girl.. . "
She brought the dildo to her pussy, slid it back and forth along the crease of her cunt, separating the lips of her mound. She felt sinfully delicious in the secret corners of her mind. It was the same feeling she had experienced as a child the first time she had played with herself with her finger, so ecstatically forbidden and thrilling. So wrong . . . so exciting!
She teased her pussylips until her juices began to flow, lubricating the dildo. Her breathing quickened. She began trying to insert it. She clenched her teeth. Her eyes grew bright. She made small movements with her ass trying to get it in. It feels good! she thought. It feels marvelous! But hurts a little too . . .
Carefully she applied pressure. She got the head almost in but there was pain. She quickly pulled it out, slid it up and down the wet crease for more lubrication, then started it in again. An eagerness to get it inside gripped her. The smile had deserted her face, her features had turned frantic. She experienced breathless excitement, nerve-tingling suspense.
It felt so good she could hardly contain herself. She wanted to plunge the fascinating cock to the hilt in her cunt, force it in. Gasping anticipation, she had to repeat the lubricating process several times, sluicing it hectically between her swollen wet pussylips, her hips hunching their eagerness.
Finally it went in. She froze momentarily and her eyes widened. She held the dildo with both hands. Perspiration broke out on her. She eased the cock as far as she could inside her. She felt stretched and filled. She paused a moment while her vagina muscles revolted then accepted the intrusion.
With both hands holding the base of the dildo firmly, she elevated her ass, worked it up and down, worked her now juicy cunt up and down the slick shaft, rubbing it across her hardened clit. Brain-reeling sensations hit her. God! Oh God!
In a fit of gaspy pleasure she commenced fucking herself in earnest. The dildo was slick now, oiled by her body fluids. It moved easily up and down. Her asscheeks clenched and trembled as she fucked long strokes. She gasped and sighed and felt erotically trapped in a delicious outrage of her own doing. She bared her teeth in an animalistic grimace of lust. "God!" she squealed. "Who needs a man when you have this!"'
It got better and better. Every inch of her flesh sang with electrified pleasure. Her breath hissed in and out of her lungs, her breasts swelled, her nipples felt hard and bursting.
She squealed and fucked the dildo like a torrid bitch in heat, her ass hunching and bouncing in reckless abandonment. She gurgled and whined and grunted and made gaspy shrieks. The sensations climbed to unbearable peaks. She ground her teeth against the nerve-searing ecstasy, shrieked a high note of wanton lust, and convulsed into the cum of the century.
She lay quietly for a long moment while her breathing subsided and her heart slowed its pounding. Her hands still held the dildo in her emit. Her vagina made impetuous contractions about it Her lips smiled cunning contentment.
"Whew," she sighed finally. "Live and learn. I never had a better fuck in my life!" She laughed.
Presently she took the dildo in the bathroom, washed and dried it She put it along with the other gadgets back in the straw bag. She didn't want Vivian to suspect what she'd done.
She removed the robe and took a fresh shower. The experience with the artificial cock had left her flushed and damp with perspiration. But smugly satisfied with herself. She decided she needed another drink. She fixed one and returned to the sofa in the sitting room.
She started when she heard the key turning in the lock. And she was even more surprised when the door opened and the giant of a man called Paul walked in. Delia jumped to her feet flushed and frightened as her memory flashed back to that night she and Vivian had used him while he was helplessly bound hand and foot.
"What are you doing here!" she demanded, her hand at her throat in awe. "How did you get a key?"
Paul grinned, white teeth flashing in contrast to his dark-skinned features. "Vivian gave it to me, sugar. This afternoon."
"But-why? Why did she want you to have a key?"
The huge man blinked, his eyes still smiling. His glance went up and down her body. Unconsciously she tightened the terry cloth robe about her.
"She said you might not want to let me in, so she handed me the key just in case."
"Let you in? Let you in for what? I don't understand!"
"To fuck, sugar. What else?"
Delia's mouth fell open. "To what!"
"Fuck," the giant said easily. "Vivian said you told her you'd like to fuck me but were afraid to, afraid my cock is too big. She also said you'd be here alone this evening and it'd be a good time to drop by and find out for sure. So here I am, sugar. Ready, willing and hot to trot. Let's not waste time, huh? Let's hop straight in bed and see if we can make it."
"No! You've got to be insane to think I want this! Vivian lied! I don't know why she's doing this to me, but none of what she told you is true! Now get out of here! I'm afraid of you-terrified! I don't want you anywhere around here! And I certainly don't want to-to-fuck you! I'd rather be fucked by a gorilla!"
"How do you know until you've tried me?" He grinned and held out his big, upturned palms. "The few women I've been able to get my cock in all said I sent 'em to heaven. Maybe I can do the same for you."
"No! Go fuck Vivian! I don't care to be sent to heaven or anywhere else by you! Now get out! Get away from me!"
"Oh, you don't mean that, sugar. You're just playing hard to get. Vivian told me all about you, how you ached to fuck a big-pricked man like me. So stop acting. I'm going to give you a fuck. I'm going to make you happy." He came closer and she cringed away.
'You're crazy, you're out of your mind! Oh! I can't imagine why Vivian is doing this to me! I thought she was my friend! I can't believe this! It's so impossible!"
"She is your friend, sugar. Can't you see it? She's fixing it up for you-she has arranged for you to get exactly what you want, the fuck of your life! And here you are, pretending not to appreciate her efforts. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Delia. You really should."
"Are you going to leave or not?" Delia shouted, a note of terror in her voice.
"Sure. Right after we fuck." He reached for her. She stumbled backward. Her legs hit the sofa and she fell on it. Her knees flew up through tie folds of the terry cloth robe and then her white flashing legs. Paul stared hotly and licked his thick lips.
"You're more tempting than Vivian ever was," he said seriously. "I've been wanting you ever since the night you and Vivian had your fun with me. My blood's been boiling. You, sugar, have got to be the most desirable piece of pussy in the universe. And I've got to have me some, that's all there is to it. I've got to have it!"
He bent over her, his eyes leering hot. Delia felt panic. Memory of the monstrous cock and balls he possessed rendered her horrified.
On impulse she tried to scramble over the back of the sofa, anything to get away from him. He grabbed the robe and jerked her back, held her down and sat beside her. The robe was hanging about her by the belt alone, the rest of her body nude from her attempt to escape. Staring at her white flesh, he flushed through his dark-faced skin. "God, you're beautiful! Most gorgeous chick alive!" He buried his face in the vicinity of her cunt and moaned low in his throat.
"No!" she screamed. "No! Don't!" She drew up her knees so he couldn't get to her cunt and she pushed at his head with all the strength she could muster. "Stop it, Paul! Stop it!"
He paused and straightened. "Hell with this," he swore. "A bed is what we need. If I've got a wildcat on my hands I want a bed under me. I want to fuck, fuck, fuck with all the comforts of home. Come on!"
He grabbed her up and carried her struggling to her room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Delia stared at the huge muscular man from the center of the bed where he Had flung her with the ease of a child tossing aside a toy. He was stripping out of his clothes, a determined smirk on his face. She cringed at sight of the thick mat of fur covering his hard body.
"Don't go away," he chuckled. "I'll be right with you." He stepped out of his drawers and came to the bed, stood grinning down at her, his cock at half-erection and his balls swinging heavily between his massive, hairy legs.
Delia glanced wildly around, seeking some avenue of escape, like a trapped animal desperate for a last-minute miracle.
"Get away from me, Paul! Don't you dare touch me!"
"Let's get that robe out of the way," he said as though she hadn't spoken. He grabbed the knot, jerked it open, then snatched the terry cloth garment from her. He flung it across the room. She cringed against the headboard of the bed and readied herself to fight him to the end. The thought of him forcing that tremendous cock in her was horrifying. It would rip any girl to pieces.
He laughed at her. Standing with his knees pressing the side of the bed, he hefted his monstrous prick in his hand and proffered it toward her. T never could get it in Vivian. Too big for her tight little pussy. But you, sugar, I figure you can take it. And if you can, we're going to have the fuckingest good time you ever heard of. We're going to fuck, fuck, fuck and then fuck some more. I'm going to give you more cock than you ever had in your beautiful life, and that's a promise."
"No! I don't want it! It'll hurt-it'll ruin me! Paul-look-this is crazy! Please be sensible!"
"But Vivian said you were aching to fuck me-she swore it was all you talked about."
Delia shook her head violently. "No, she was lying if she told you that! Honest to God she was, Paul! You've got to believe me! I never once mentioned such a thing!"
"Aw, come on now, sugar. You're the one who's lying. It's like Vivian said-you want it but you're scared of it. Well, don't worry. Well take it easy getting it in, and then well fuck up a storm. Well fuck all night long."
"Oh my God!" Delia gasped, his words hitting her like a threat to her life. "I couldn't-I can't! No! No, no, no!"
"You chicks are all the same. Have to play hard to get."
He sat down on the bed, reached for her. She scooted for the far side. He caught her by an ankle, dragged her back. His fingers felt like a steel vise around her ankle. Just the strength of his grip left her feeling weak and helpless. She could never be any match for this brutal, hairy ape, she could see that. Struggling against him would be like butting her head on a stone wall. She could never hope to win.
He dragged her across his knees and held her there. He let his greedy eyes play over her body in callous admiration. His big hands stroked her entire length as though relishing the curves and planes of her form with appetizing delight.
He stared at her blonde bush. "Prettiest pussy this side of heaven," he said. He got his hands under her ass and elevated her hips. He brushed his lips over her mound, breathed her perfume. "Ummm . . . ummm . . "He bit into the silken hair, chewed it lightly between his teeth. "Got to taste it . . . got to lick it a little . . "
Delia got the idea that if she could get him eating her cunt he'd stall fucking her. Anything to stall having that terrible prick jammed in her, splitting her wide open. She hunched her pussy at his mouth as his wide palms held her asscheeks up.
"Yes, eat me, Paul . . . eat me . . . " she whispered. "I like that more than anything."
His tongue swiped deeper in her groin. She felt his tongue slip through the hair and lick the crease of her pussy. She bucked invitingly and moaned, feigning passion. 'That's it, darling. Oh it's so goodl I love that-don't stop, Paul, please don't stop. Eat me up! Eat me forever!"
He suddenly lowered her ass, and she felt his prick, at full erection now, punching between her legs. The huge, hard pole stood up between her thighs when he'd dropped her back on his lap. She felt it quivering against the insides of her thighs, and she looked. A tremor shot through her. The prick-head's big flanges were suffused with blood and flared ominously, sending fear to her heart.
Time to fuck, sugar. I can't wait another minute."
"No! I can't take such a cock, Paul! You've got to believe me! It-itll ruin me for the rest of my life! Please don't! Oh God, I can't stand it! I can't stand even the thought of it!"
"Hell," he said, "you'll turn on and love it once I get it in you. Who knows? How're you ever going to know if we don't give it a real try?"
T don't want to try! I'm terrified! I'm frightened to death of it, Paul! Look, let's do something else! Anything! I'll do anything you want me to do if youll just spare me this! I swear I will!"
"Anything?" His grin was curious.
"Yes! Just don't rape me! I'll do anything you ask."
"Well, now, maybe we can strike up a bargain at that. I know what. I remember how you blew my prick the night you and Vivian worked me over. You did a real fine job, sugar, I have to admit it. I've been thinking about it ever since. Okay, well make a deal. You give me the blow-job of the century and I'll settle for that-providing you do me up right Agreed?"
"Yes! And you promised-you swear you'll let me go-won't rape me!"
He laughed. "Hell, sugar, if you do the job I think you can do, I'll be too drained to fuck. That's your guarantee, right?"
She winced, not knowing whether to trust him or not. But she could see no other alternative. It was a simple choice between making him happy sucking his cock till she was blue in the face or having her ass torn asunder by his massive cruel cock. She swallowed, nodded, and felt a shudder run clear through her.
They changed positions. He lay on his back in the middle of the bed, his cock lifting and flopping against his thickly furred belly in muscular spasms of eagerness.
"Nothing beats a good, old-fashioned blow-job," lie enthused. "Nothing. Come on, baby, make my big prick happy."
On hands and knees, Delia hovered over him. Once again she realized she had never seen such a cock and bag of balls in her life. She had mingled feelings. She'd enjoyed sucking his cock that night with him tied up. But now she had this awful fear to live with, the horrifying thought that he might not be satisfied with her sucking and decide to split her ass wide open before he was finished with her.
The only solution, she knew, was the one he had suggested himself-suck him so dry he wouldn't have the strength to fuck. That was the answer. It was her only hope of escape.
Delia swallowed again, nervously. She wet her lips, lowered her head. Tentatively she touched her tongue to the smoothly muscled shaft. It lifted in response and fell back. Paul's entire length quivered excitement. "Make it good . . . make it real damn good . . . "
"I will.. . I will.. . "
She captured the flushed knob in her fingers, held it to keep it from flopping. She parted her lips and worked them from the base of his cock upward, feeling the hard flesh surge and throb. She caught her other hand under his balls, lifted and worked the bagged nuggets between her fingers. Paul let out a moan. "Wowww . . . oh wowww!"
She wet her lips again, beginning to like the salty flavor of his straining manhood, the musky aroma of his rising sex. She licked his throbbing pole clear to the head she still held in her hand. She licked beneath the flaring flanges, up under them. They expanded in her light-fingered grip, pulsated up and down like a miniature umbrella being opened and closed.
"Oooo . . . ooooo," Paul breathed.
He dropped a heavy hand on the rear of her head in unconscious response, flexed his thick fingers in her hair. She shook her head and he took his hand away. He was gasping.
She paused and looked at the monstrous cock, at the same time fondling the flushed prick-head in her light grasp. The way it throbbed and leaped around against her soft palm and fingers excited her. It was so sensitively alive! She began to anticipate engulfing it in her mouth and sucking on it. Her fear of being raped faded as her fascination with the giant-sized prick rose. She felt her mouth filling with saliva.
Paul's huge frame trembled. "Suck it," he hoarsed. "I can't wait!"
She slid her hand from the knob down the shaft. She licked the straining head, washed her tongue all over and around it. Then she lay with her cheek on his hairy belly and opened her mouth wide and worked her lips over the swollen knob, spreading her teeth as far as she could to slide it between them. Her jaw muscles felt stretched to the point of aching. But finally she made it. Her mouth was stuffed and overfull with his cock-head and even her tongue felt crowded. God, what a prick! she thought
Paul quaked from head to toe and moaned his ecstasy. "Jesus! Oh sweet Jesus!"
More saliva came as she began to suck. Paul made helpless impulsive lunges with his hips, driving the cock to the rear of her throat, banging against her palate. Her nostrils flared with her breathing and she felt that her eyes were horribly bulged. She closed her eyes and sucked for all she was worth. She could feel her throat muscles working with her incensed sucking. She'd begun to love it, love the sensation of the huge prick-head punching and throbbing in her mouth. She loved the knowledge of what she was doing to it, how she was stimulating and arousing it to the zenith of pleasure, transforming it to a slave of her whims. And Paul too. He was helpless now in his throes of ecstasy. He strained and shook. He made tight grunts and whimpers and irregular, breathtaking gasps. He hissed unintelligible statements of hectic bliss. She knew he was going to cum.
He did, and the hot sperm splashed the rear of her throat, filled her gullet and swirled around inside her overstuffed mouth. She felt she couldn't breathe. She started to pull away. His hands caught her head and held her on his cock. He was hunching and his cum was still spurting. She had no choice but to swallow the thick cream, drink in large gulps to keep from choking. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and gulped until he began to regain his senses.
Finally he heaved a sigh and released her head. She came up instantly, gasping for fresh air. Then, feeling revulsion, she ran in the bathroom and washed out her mouth from a bottle of Scope.
When she returned, Paul was grinning up at her and playing with his cock. Amazingly it was still hard. She remembered then how Vivian had told her Paul's cock seldom went soft as long as anything was stimulating it, as he was now doing of his own accord. His actions puzzled her, made her suspicious.
"I guess you'll be going now," she ventured. "I did my part. I held up my part of the bargain."
"You've got to be kidding, sugar. I'm not leaving yet."
"Why not? I gave you what you wanted." She frowned.
"But we haven't fucked yet."
Her hand flew to her bosom. "We're not going to! You promised! We made an agreement."
"Haven't you heard, sugar? I'm the champion liar of the universe. Of course we're going to fuck. All you've done so far is fire me up, whet my appetite to give you the fuckingest experience of your sweet life! Come here-my cock is aching for ass. It's what I came to get and I'm not leaving without it."
She stared at him. He chuckled and waved his massive pole at her, purposely taunting her. She froze at the thought of him forcing it in her cunt, tearing, searing her tender flesh.
"No!" She turned and ran, crying hysterically, more terrified than she'd ever been in her life. T can't-I won't!"
He laughed and sprang after her, caught her before she reached the front door. She'd been going to dash naked out into the corridor and start screaming for help.
She never got the chance.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
She had never known such fear. She struggled, panic-stricken in her helplessness. Paul had fetched her back into the bedroom, toting her like a child under one arm while she kicked and protested vehemently. With her tucked against his side in this manner, he had yanked open her dressing table drawer and dug out a fistful of nylon stockings. "If these will hold me," he chuckled, "they'll sure hold a wildcat like you."
He had slung her on the bed, pinned her down on her back and tied her spread-eagle fashion to the four corners. Then he sat back on his haunches to survey his handiwork, white teeth flashing as he grinned. "Now you know how it feels, sugar. You and Vivian had me in this same position, and you didn't show me one iota of mercy. Well, it's tit for tat now. My time to fly."
"Let me go! Turn me loose!" Delia raged.
"Just one little item to take care of," he said. He grabbed a pillow, stuffed it under her ass, elevating her lower torso. "There, that ought to just about do it"
"This is rape, Paul! I hope you know it! Out and out rape! You can go to prison!"
"With Vivian on my side? Testifying that you wanted my cock? Come on, sugar, you can do better than that It's like I told you. Vivian gave me permission to fuck you. She gave me the key to the apartment You still don't believe me, do you?"
"No! Vivian wouldn't do such an awful thing to me! She's my friend!" She noticed that his cock was hard again.
Paul shook his head. "Vivian doesn't have friends, gorgeous. Only victims. Her one goal in life is to seduce and enslave. It's her lack, her turn-on. If you haven't seen through her by now, you have a rude awakening coming. I feel sorry for you."
"I don't believe you! You're lying!"
Paul shrugged, his smile wistful. "Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you." He ran his hand over her body. "Ummm, this is going to be good. Voluptuous lines, silky skin, luscious boobs . . . man-o-man!" He climbed on top of her, his rough hairy bulk scraping her flesh. His chest felt like a wire brush squashing her tits.
"Don't do this to me! Look-please! No! You'll hurt me!"
"Got to have it, baby, got to have me some."
She struggled anew. She felt the knob of his prick punching around in her pussy hair, probing the mound, tentatively getting set. She broke out in a sweat. If he shoved that telephone-pole-sized cock in her she knew she'd faint.
He shoved some more. She felt the smooth tip part her cuntlips, push to find entrance. He was grunting now, his excitement climbing. He kept punching.
"Don't! Oh my God, please don't! I can't bear it!"
"Tight," he gasped. "Going to the tightest pussy I ever fucked. Oooo-eee . . . "
"My God! Oh my God!"
He got the swollen head started in but it wouldn't go farther. She winced at the pain and tried to swing her hips away. "You're too big for me, Paul! You'll rip me to pieces! Please be sensible! I can't stand it! Paul! For God's sake!"
He didn't answer. With a quick movement he shoved down her trembling form until he was hunched between her thighs. He licked her pussy lustfully, making sloppy lubricating noises with his tongue. She swung her head from side to side while he sluiced her cunt with his saliva. "You bastard!" she cried helplessly. "You lousy miserable creep!"
He threw himself back on her, his cock ramming again at her elevated crotch. He shoved a hairy arm between their bellies, sought to guide his stone-hard prick in her. She felt as though the hairy arm was searing her flesh. She felt the huge head of his prick begin to wedge deeper. She froze. Beads of perspiration popped out on her face. She forgot to breathe. She could feel the stretching, forcing, relentless pressure of his cock-head.
"No! God no!" she suddenly shrieked, then broke into tears of hysteria. "Oh please, please, please!" She couldn't stop sobbing.
Paul dove down her tortured body to lick her pussy again, rapidly, greedily, his thick tongue whipping up more lubrication. Delia sobbed fitfully, knowing now she was doomed, that she could do nothing to deter the horrible, determined rape of her cringing, tender flesh. All she could do was twist and writhe within the confines of her bonds.
He sprang on top of her again, his huge frame rough and trembling in his callous eagerness. He grabbed his cock again and guided it to the mark, got the head started in. He hunched viciously, grunting his excitement. Delia caught her breath.
She knew his cock was about to tear through. She felt it stretching her cunt cruelly, gaining entrance by short, excruciating degrees. Her vagina muscles turned wildly spastic, fighting it. But then it happened. His stone-hard prick tore through and he jammed it in all the way using short, brutal lunges. Delia screamed against the blinding pain.
Then Paul was fucking her for all he was worth, slamming his merciless pole of swollen flesh in and out of her agonized cunt with frenzied pleasure. He made the whole bed bounce in his giddy enthusiasm. He gasped, groaned, grunted and wheezed. Delia sobbed and shuddered with every thrust of his monstrous prick, screeched painfully each time the huge mushroom bulb jammed up her belly.
"Oh God! Oh God, I can't stand it!" she shrieked. "It's agony! Oh God!"
The pain and agony increased. It grew so intense that she orgasmed three times in quick succession.
Knowing, Paul orgasmed too. She felt his hot sperm filling her belly, sloshing inside her guts. He fucked wildly until he'd spent his wad, then fell in a relaxed heap on her bruised form. He lay there, his cock-head swelling and relaxing in her vagina like a big sponge breathing her juices. Presently he sighed and rolled his weight off her.
It took her awhile to catch her breath. They were both soaked with perspiration. She hurt in every inch of her body. Her cunt felt mangled and ripped and streaks of pain shot through her every time she breathed. She knew then that if she could help it she'd never let another damn man fuck her if she lived to be a million years old. This was it-this was the last straw. This had done it for her. She hated every man alive. They were beasts of prey and their cruelty unbounded when they wanted to fuck. She thought fleetingly about Brad Turner, the one man she'd been in love with all this time. In his own way he was just as cruel as any of them. All he'd ever done was use and abuse her. Well, next time he came around expecting her to fall on her back for him, she'd spit in his face. She suddenly hated him as much as she hated Paul. Each of them brought her nothing but misery. They were animals. Cruel, mean merciless horny dogs. Never again I Never!
She became aware that Paul was casually fondling his cock and balls as he lay beside her. She was stunned to see that his prick was still hard and he was playing with it to keep it at full erection. Fear struck her. She was shocked to think he might put her through another horrifying experience like the one he'd just forced her to endure. No! her mind screamed. No! She knew she couldn't survive another such rape of her suffering flesh. She'd die! She couldn't live through it!
She tried to speak calmly. "Untie me now, Paul. You got what you wanted and my wrists are sore. Please. The knots are too tight."
He sat up, smiling brightly. "Okay, sugar. I will."
Delia felt a surge of relief. She hadn't believed it was going to prove so easy. Paul scrambled around on hands and knees releasing her wrists and ankles. Then he squatted cross-legged on one side of the bed, grinning at her.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"Yes." She massaged her wrists and ankles. She tried to ignore the way he was watching her and fondling the hard cock which stood straight up from his thickly haired crotch. The sight began to unnerve her. She cringed at the memory of his huge dark hairy frame wire-brushing her sensitive skin while he raped her so cruelly. Suspicion crawled over her. Why did he continue playing with his cock unless he had something more in mind for her? she shuddered at the possibility.
"I need to bathe," she ventured. "Are you leaving now?"
"Hadn't planned on it, beautiful." The white teeth flashed in his dark face. "You trying to get rid of me?"
"Well, I-I just thought-" She feared saying anything to anger him. T merely thought you were ready to go."
"Hell with that, beautiful. We're just catching a breather. We've got plenty more fucking to do yet"
"What?"
"Don't look so shook, baby. You enjoyed the balling. You got a couple of cums out of it yourself. I could tell."
"I did not! I hated it! I suffered every minute!"
"You're a gorgeous liar," he chuckled. "I gave you the fuck of your life and made you get your jollies and you don't even appreciate it. Tch tch. You surprise me, Delia baby. You disappoint me."
"I just want you to leave!" she shouted. "That's all I want! I want you to go!"
"And I want to fuck." He looked at her and laughed.
"No! You've torn my pussy to shreds already!"
"No problem. Well change ends."
"What are you talking about?" She frowned worriedly.
"I'll fuck you in the ass," he said casually. "If your asshole is half as tight as your pussy we'll have a barrel of fun."
She stared. "You're insane! You're out of your mind!"
'You mean you never got it in the ass?"
"Of course not! I wouldn't dream of it!"
His glance brightened. "Virgin territory! Wow! Now I know I've got to have me some! Nothing in the world to equal fucking a virgin asshole. Got to have it, sugar, got to have it!"
Panic hit her. She started to spring off the bed. He caught her arm and dragged her back. He flipped her onto her stomach, straddled her and held her down while he retied her wrists and ankles with the nylon stockings.
"No! No!" she kept screaming, terrified and desperate. "Don't, Paul! Don't, don't, don't!"
When he had her spread-eagled once more, he chuckled and patted her ass. "Ummm-ummm, what a sweet gorgeous tail. Going to be tight, too. Yeah, man. Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
He stuffed the pillow under her groin, raising her ass. She struggled violently, knowing he was squatted between her legs staring at her most intimate parts. She clenched her anus from shame, outrage and horror. She tried to twist her ass so he couldn't see. He laughed as though he were watching a comedy. "Beautiful," he said. "Absolutely fantastic."
He bent and kissed her twisting, writhing asscheeks. His breath was hot as his mouth followed her movements. His teeth nipped and pinched and bit her resilient flesh. His tongue lashed at her buttocks wedy, salaciously. She thought she'd die when his obscene tongue licked her sensitive anus.
"No!" she cried. "Oh God! How can you!"
His answer was a flurry of joyous mutterings as his seeking tongue followed the crack of her swinging ass relentlessly, probing the tiny tight hole. Shock and revulsion frustrated her as she raged and sobbed and strained for escape. Finally, drenched in sweat and knowing it was all so hopeless, she relented, submitted to the eager tongue. She attempted to close her mind to the shock of feeling its obscene tip worming slickly and thickly through the tight circle of her sphincter muscle. But she couldn't shut the horror out completely. Her highly sensitive hole clenched and puckered in rapid convolutions about the invading tongue. "You bastard!" she swore through gritted teeth. "You dirty, filthy animal!"
She cringed while his tongue had its way, and after awhile he stopped and sprang up on her, his weight a mountain of hard, hairy flesh pressing her down. He laughed crazily, his breathing hard. She felt his cock jabbing at her anus. New terror hit her. "Oh please don't!" she cried out. "Oh God, please don't do this to me!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The fearful prick-head punched determinedly as her asshole clenched tight in frenzied revolt. He wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, held her in a bear-hug so she couldn't budge while his cruel cock banged at the tiny crack of her ass.
She felt suffocating horror as the knob of his cock found its mark and wedged partly in, bringing a shock of pain. She froze, forgot to breathe, fearing more agony. She felt partially impaled on a sharp rounded spear where any movement whatever would send the horrible shaft plunging all the way inside her guts. More perspiration sprang from both their bodies, drenching them. Paul grunted breathlessly against her neck and shoulders. She could hear his teeth grinding in his eagerness for victory. The cock-head kept up its wedging force, holding the ground it had gained. Finally, she knew her asshole was weakening.
She shrieked as the merciless prick inched its way through the taut circle of fluttering sphincter muscle. "I can't stand it! Oh Paul, please! I can't stand it!"
Paul gasped in breathless excitement. "Jesus! Oh sweet Jesus!" Now that he had the cockhead past the spasming entrance, he hunched short eager strokes, driving his entire shaft by degrees all the way in. He paused a moment. "God, how tight! Jesus, how good!"
Delia sobbed hysterically. The agony could not be endured but there was no escape. Paul, hissing his excitement, began fucking her asshole in earnest, slowly at first, then gaining momentum. With his arms still wrapped about her and the pillow beneath her groin, he slammed his prick in and out of her anal depths with bruising power. Delia had never experienced such blinding pain. She yelled, sobbed, cursed, pleaded for surcease to the horror, but the animal fucking her seemed to find more thrills from her cries. His groin slapped loudly against her asscheeks and his heavy balls swatted her pussy with every guttural lunge he made. Her asshole felt as though it were being ripped and torn to shreds. He fucked faster and faster until, with a squealy shout of intolerable ecstasy, he orgasmed, filling her innards with his flooding cum.
It shocked her brain to know that she was cumming too. She couldn't believe it, but somewhere in the ghastly experience, an unknown chord of sensuality had been struck. She lifted her ass to the plunging cock. Her pussy ran rivers of cum.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Well," said Vivian's voice from somewhere in the room, "this has been quite a performance."
"Viv! Thank God, you're here! Help me! Get this beast off me! Oh Viv-thank God!" Delia sobbed in merciful relief.
"But darling-you look like you're enjoying yourself."
"No! It's torture! It's so horrible! Viv, stop him! Please make him stop!" Delia broke into fresh hysteria.
"Of course, precious. I'll put an end to the horny bastard."
There was a sudden smacking sound of leather on flesh and Delia felt Paul leap. Quickly it happened again. Smack! Paul yelled in anguish and flung himself off her. "What the hell, Viv! Why d you do that?"
"You damned rapist!" Vivian's tone dripped scorn. "Get dressed and out of here! Now!"
"But you told me I could-you even gave me a key-"
Delia twisted her head to look. She blinked through tears and saw Vivian. The redhead was naked except for the thigh-high shiny black boots. Stunned, Delia realized Vivian had been there for no telling how long, a silent witness to Paul's vicious attack on her helpless body. Delia wondered what was going on. Why was all this happening to her? Why, why, why? Why had Vivian slipped into the apartment, donned the boots and secretly watched her being so brutally raped? It was incredible. Delia could not fathom it at all.
"Out!" Vivian yelled at Paul and lashed him again.
"All right! All right!" Paul scrambled off the bed, grabbed up his trousers and began stepping into them, nearly losing his balance in his hurry. "Crazy bitch! Who can ever figure a spoiled bird-brained nymph like you!" A few moments later he stormed out of the apartment, swearing under his breath and slamming the front door after him.
"Has he gone?" Delia asked plaintively. "Is he really gone?"
'Yes, precious. You don't have to worry about that big creep anymore."
"Oh, he was so horrible!" Delia whimpered. "He was such a cruel, cruel brute. I'm so glad you're here, Viv! I couldn't have endured that horny beast another minute! I was going out of my mind! Untie me, darling. I hurt all over."
"All in due time, precious. I'm not quite satisfied that you've crossed over the line. I have to make certain."
"Line? What line! What in God's name are you talking about!"
"The submission line, precious. The love-of-pain-and-suffering line, what else?" Vivian's laugh sounded evil. "I've wanted to own you body and soul since the first day we met. I want you at my feet begging for tidbits, just like Angela and Paul. You've been a personal challenge from the very beginning. And now all I have to do is add the final touch. My whip and I will enslave you. You'll come to me on your knees."
Delia forgot to breathe. Then she shuddered and began to see the light. "You-you planned all this, didn't you? You sent Paul to rape me. You wanted me to suffer so horribly at his giant-size cock I'd turn against men forever, leaving only you."
"Exactly, precious." The redhead giggled. "Now you know the truth. How many times have I told you I needed a maid? And a sex slave maid at that? Somebody to wait on me hand and foot and keep me in sexual luxury.
Well, you're it, Delia dear. You're elected. How do you like your new role?"
"I don't! Untie me, Viv! Let me up from here! I mean it!"
"Not till I convince you permanently, you stubborn bitch! I'll teach you once and for all time!" She drew back the whip and swung. Delia screamed as the leather burned a path of fire across her helpless asscheeks. Vivian braced herself beside the bed and whipped her unmercifully. Delia knew she couldn't take any more punishment, knew she was forced to submit.
"Oh, don't whip me, Viv! You win! I love you, I adore you! I'll do anything you say, I'll be anything you demand!"
"Hah, I thought so! All right, I'll release you. But don't forget. If you fail to please me I'll punish you severely, do you understand? I'll make your life a living hell."
"I worship you, Viv. I want to be your slave forever! I want to make you happy."
"You'd better, if you know what's good for you," Vivian threatened. She untied Delia's wrists and ankles. Delia could hardly contain her emotions. She came up off the bed in a blind fury of hate and anger. Vivian stumbled back at sight of Delia's sudden transformation.
Delia snatched the whip from Vivian's hand with strength born of vicious devils of vengeance broiling inside her. She swung it as hard as she could. The sound of it contacting Vivian's surprised body as music to her ears. So was the scream that rose from the redhead's throat. "No, Delia! No!"
Vivian turned and ran. Delia followed, whipping the terrified girl for all she was worth. Vivian tripped over her own high-heeled boots in her frantic efforts to escape Delia's relentless blows. Delia whipped her to her feet and chased her all through the apartment, venting her rage and frustration on the redhead's pink-streaked body. Finally Vivian fell into a sobbing submission at Delia's feet. On her knees she pressed her face to Delia's groin, cried and licked her pussy.
Delia looked down at her. Slowly Delia smiled. A bitter-sweet glow of delicious evil pervaded her flesh. She loved it. It was a thrill that grew with every lick of the redhead's seeking, eager tongue. Delia threw back her blonde head and laughed. Vivian had fallen victim to her own vice. Her days of being spoiled rotten were finished. She'd met a more dominating force at last, and Delia suddenly knew exactly how she was going to handle the now cringing, whimpering bitch. She didn't have to think twice about it. The irony held too much justice to deny.
Thirty minutes later, bathed, perfumed and lounging nude on the sofa, Delia sighed happily while Vivian pedicured her feet. She stretched her arms luxuriously and studied the sad-faced girl as she worked. "You look better in the maid's uniform than Angela did." She smiled.
"Thank you," Vivian murmured without looking up from the dainty feet in her lap.
"Thank me what!" Delia snapped meanly. "Is that how Angela addressed you!"
The redhead started. "Oh! Ma'am! I forgot! Thank you, Ma'am!"
"That's better. Ouch! Damn you, can't you be more careful! You hurt my toe! What's the matter with you, stupid? You want me to punish you again? Whip you? I will. I'm itching to!"
"No . . . please . . . " Vivian trembled. "I'm sorry." She lifted the injured foot and kissed it reverently. Delia smiled smugly to herself. She could take this kind of attentiveness forever. She'd never realized life could be so sweet
She felt Vivian's lips moving along her leg. It made her pussy twitch and pucker. Then the redhead glanced up and asked, "May I? Oh please, may I?"
"You sound just like Angela."
"Yes, but please, may I?"
"May you what?"
"Ma'am! Make love to you!"
Delia giggled. "Why not? What's a personal maid for if not to keep me happy? Let's see how nicely you can do it."
She slid her legs over Vivian's shoulders and grasped two handfuls of the red hair, jerked the eager mouth to her pussy. "Eat me!" She laughed. "I love it! Eat me forever!"
"Yes! Yes!" Vivian's tongue ran deep.
"Ummm." Delia sighed voluptuously, beginning to thrill. "Tomorrow I want Paul back. You arrange it. I can fuck him even if you can't. It's murder but I can learn to like it. He made me forget Brad, that's for sure."
"Yes, Ma'am, anything you say." Vivian settled on her clit and started sucking it madly. Delia squealed her excitement.
Glowing in every inch of her blonde body, she hunched and bucked in joyous glee. "Get it, damn you! Get it, get it! Eat me up! Eat me alive!"
