The Jewel Carpet Company was located in Warwick Long Island. It was one of a hundred small carpet companies scattered throughout the East that made quite a profit by advertising three full rooms of carpeting for $200.00, claiming the carpeting was top quality nylon, and the cost included installation and padding. True to their advertised word, the company did offer three rooms of carpeting, up to 450 square feet, for the price mentioned. It was indeed nylon carpeting, and it wore like iron. But what the ad failed to mention was that the carpeting was commercial carpeting, the stuff one found in banks, or in hallways of office buildings. Not that it wasn't pretty, but it had very short, low pile, and it was never a solid color, but a conglomeration of two or three colors, all blending nicely, but a blend nevertheless. According to the ad, all 450 square feet had to be the same color. What the ad neglected to mention was that the padding was a foam rubber already attached to the back of the carpeting.
The last thing the ad neglected to mention was that the installation was not the tackless installation that purchasers expected. Rather it was a glue-down, directly to the floor, and once the carpeting was down, the installation was not guaranteed. No one was able to guarantee the carpeting would remain flat. Air bubbles occasionally formed in the glue, leaving bumps in the carpeting.
However almost no one took the glue-down carpeting, anyway. Even if they took the commercial carpeting, the salesmen and women working for the company convinced the customer their best bet was to take the jute backing, which would make the carpeting last ten to fifteen years longer. Too, with the jute backing, one was able to have tackless installation. Tackless meant thin strips of wood would be nailed to the floor running the length of all the walls, and then the carpeting would be solidly forced onto little brads sticking up from the strips of wood. Then it would be stretched across the floor to fit perfectly. Naturally, the jute backing required that additional padding be put on the floor. Just as naturally, the additional padding cost additional dollars, and the tackless installation also cost additional. As a result, what started out as two hundred dollars worth of carpeting often ended up costing six hundred dollars . . . if the commercial carpeting was used. But if the people didn't want the commercial carpeting, opting for the more luxurious samples the sales people also brought with them, well, the carpeting would end up costing between a thousand and two thousand dollars.
However, let it be noted that the Jewel Carpet Company at no time tried cheating their customers. Even the high-class carpeting offered was sold at prices competitive with remnant warehouses. So shoppers had the convenience of shopping at home, and actually paying less for quality carpeting than they would pay by going out to the largest carpet companies throughout the country. This was because the Jewel Carpet Company had less warehouses than the larger companies, and as a result, much less overhead. More often than not, when carpeting was sold, they went directly to the carpet manufacturer and ordered the rolls cut on the spot.
Reva Brent worked for the Jewel Carpet Company. She had been working for Jewel for six years, ever since she was twenty-four. That was when she had divorced her husband and, having no funds, had answered an ad in the newspaper for an outside saleslady. Reva was more practiced in selling than anyone else and was the company's best sales person. But Reva had a conscience, and so always gave customers the lowest available price.
John Germain, the owner of Jewel, was more than content with Reva's work because of the volume of her sales. But then, it was difficult to resist such a lovely lady. She wasn't too tall, about five-feet three inches in height, with long, black hair which, while not quite wavy, wasn't really straight. It fell down past her shoulders, creating the effect that Reva was about ten years younger than she really was. She had shining brown eyes, wide and innocent-looking, and she had such an innocent smile under her short, straight nose. She was able to charm anyone, male or female. Well, almost anyone. There were people who were immune to her charms because they were hoping to con her into giving them the expensive broadloom for the price of the commercial carpeting. However Reva refused to do so, and as a result, one out of the ten people she saw didn't buy.
She had no trouble with women. It was the men who were more dollar conscious. Too, a lot of the men tried coming on to her. Reva wasn't interested. Sex held very little interest for her. Her former husband had made sex an ordeal for her. Not that it pained her or bothered her. But the man had been built very thin where it counted, and as a result, in spite of her inner tightness, he was unable to touch all her vaginal walls, thereby robbing her of much of the thrill. What this meant was lots of frustration, and so Reva decided to dispense with sex altogether. In the six years she had worked for Jewel, she'd abstained altogether.
John Germain, her employer, was sixty years old. He had married late in life, and his one son had come even later, so that when Len, his son, had reached twenty-two and had been graduated from college, John decided to take his wife and move to Florida and leave the business in Len's charge. Len was a tall, rangy youth with brown hair, a boyish face, and a very slender, athletic body. He had an insatiable sexual appetite, and though he was engaged to marry Lil Warner, and Lil was more than receptive to him, his appetites for women remained unsated. Lil even came in and helped him run the business. She was pretty enough, well-suited to Len in that she was slender, though she had the curves where it counted. But she didn't have Reva's voluptuousness.
For the first few months after Len took over, things continued unchanged. Reva continued making sales at a fantastic rate. Her car was old but serviceable, and it carried her to the different homes of people who wanted to buy carpeting. However, Len, un-like his father, was never content. No matter how well someone was doing, he felt that someone ought to be doing better. If Reva was closing ninety-five percent of her sales, then she should be closing ninety-seven percent.
CHAPTER TWO
It was Saturday, a cold Saturday in February, and as a result Lil hadn't come into the store with Len. He had run the place virtually by himself, handling all the walk-in trade, shrewdly steering them to the finer broadlooms, selling at a prodigious rate. The man had a strong charisma in spite of the fact that he always wore his shirt loose and his jeans stained.
At one minute to five, Reva walked in, carrying her briefcase, bringing in five more contracts. She walked through the rich-smelling showroom, inhaling the scents given off by the carpeting. It was a small, dingy showroom, but it served its purpose.
At the rear were two offices. The one on the left was for the accounting secretary, already gone. The one further back, on the right, was Len's office. It was considerably larger than the accounting office. It had two desks in it, rows of filing cabinets, and piles of carpeting stacked one on top of the other. These were samples of discontinued carpets. Most of them were between six and seven feet in length, and a good four feet in width, much too large for an outside sales person to carry. Since they were discontinued, Len simply allowed them to pile up in his office. At the moment, the pile was three-and-a-half feet high.
Len, who had been sitting outside the offices at the desk of the girl who usually answered the telephone, looked up when Reva walked in. He smiled at her, seeing her quilted jacket was unzipped, and her usually fastidiously in-place blouse was partly hanging out behind her. It had ridden out of her skirt from-getting in and out of the car so often.
"Lock the door," he instructed. "We'll be going out the back soon, and I'm not in the mood for any more customers."
Reva locked the front door and pulled down the door shade. Then she carried her contracts back to Len who took them from her and looked them over. Five nice sales, five cash deposits totaling half the amount of each contract.
"How many people did you see today?" he asked, standing, putting the contracts on the secretary's desk.
"Seven," she replied. "It was a bad day."
"I'll say," he nodded, a frown crossing his usually handsome face "I'd have figured you for at least six sales."
"Now come on, Len," she said, feeling very irritated. "I'm sick and tired of hearing you complain no matter what I do. I far outsell any two other salesmen in this place, and you know it."
"Why didn't the other two buy?" he asked, folding his arms in front of him as he looked directly into her eyes.
"Both were men, and both thought they might tear off a little tail," she replied. "I'm sorry, but the only value I give for money is the carpeting."
"When the hell are you going to grow up?" he asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she angrily retorted.
"So some guy wants a feel of your cunt. So what? So you jack up the price a little and let him grab a handful. If he wants to go all the way, you simply double the price and keep half for yourself."
"That's disgusting!" she snapped.
"That's selling!" he insisted, turning and heading toward the rear and his office.
"I'm not a tramp," Reva insisted, walking behind him, following him into the large open office.
"Everyone's a tramp," he shrugged. "It's just a question of the right price. Come on, Reva, who are you saving it for? You know damn well a pussy's no good unless you use it."
"I'd like to have a say in who I think will use it."
"Fine, just as long as you start saying soon."
"Len, you're disgusting," she told him, walking over to where he was standing beside the stack of samples.
The bottom length of carpet stuck out much farther than the others, and the end was turned up. Reva's foot hit it and she stumbled toward Len. His arms reached out and caught her.
Reva relaxed, expecting him to let go of her now that he'd stopped her from falling. Instead, Len suddenly hoisted her up and held her in his arms as he mashed his mouth firmly against hers, kissing her as if doomsday was approaching.
He smiled to himself. She was much more livelier than he had imagined. Reva began squirming and writhing like a wildcat. When he thought he had tasted enough of her lips, he let go of her. Reva backed away from him, panting, feeling her breath rush through her lungs so strongly her full breasts were heaving up and down delectably beneath her thin cotton blouse. Tears were streaming down her face, a face contorted with rage at the moment.
The coat felt encumbering and she shrugged it off in order to get enough leverage to give him a good, solid slap across his handsome face.
"You . . . you.. . " she began sputtering, filled with mingled rage and fear, her hand smarting from the hard slap she had given him.
Len smiled. Yeah, she was a wildcat, all right. That was fine. He dug a chick who put up a good fight before he finally sank his cock into her. He was going to fuck her. He had made up his mind to it. But then, he had made up his mind to fuck Reva the first time he had seen her. It was simply a question of timing everything correctly. Well the timing was perfect at the moment. The store was closed, the door was locked, he and Reva were alone, and it was time the bitch understood that he was boss. What he said, went. He knew Reva had no intention of quitting. The job was much too lucrative. She earned between six and seven hundred dollars a week, only half of which was on the books. At the moment, she had more than three-thousand dollars worth of sales in the hopper, all of which she would be paid for when the carpeting would be installed. In the meantime, her continued selling would keep her about two to three thousand dollars ahead in earnings of what she would be receiving. Now she was going to learn what it was like to be fucked by a real man.
"Just take it easy," he smiled at her, his cheek reddening. "You know, I can sack you anytime I want, and you'll find it very difficult getting another job this good."
Before she was able to reply, he pulled Reva against him, gripped her two slender wrists with his hands and twisted her arms behind her. He caught both wrists with one hand, and with his other hand he gripped her jaw, holding her face up to his, crushing his hungry mouth solidly against hers. His tongue thrust itself into her mouth, and Reva contemplated biting it. She knew if she did so, she risked instant dismissal, and what he said about her finding another job this good was true.
The lovely brunette knew there was no one else around, and the walls of the store were so thick, even if she did yell, no one in the neighboring stores would hear her. She had unwittingly trapped herself in here with the maniac who now headed the company. She was certain he was just as aware as she that no one would hear her if she yelled.
Reva was also aware of her pulse beating very rapidly, throbbing against the sides of her neck and her temples. His thumb was pressed against one of the throbbing arteries, while his fingers bit into her jaw as he firmly held her locked in place. His lips were bruising her own, not to mention the pain she felt from his teeth as they seemingly bit into her. Her arms were hurting her, stretched as they were behind her, held in an iron grasp. Her mind was screaming, No.. .no.. . no . . . but there was no one to hear, and the sounds merely echoed around and around inside her head.
Finally he pulled his mouth away, letting her breathe, but Reva was still very much aware of his mint-scented breath as it breezed through his nostrils. His boyishly handsome face was still very close to hers as he held her all the more tightly. He forced her to look into the mud-brown of his eyes. She stared at him through a blur of tears, not knowing what to do.
"You're the sexiest broad I've ever known," he told her. "I don't care what you say. You can't have worked for my old man and not put out for him. So don't bother denying it. You want to fight? Fine! I like it when the cunt I fuck struggles, first."
Oh Lord! She was being held captive by a monster in the body of an innocent-looking youth. His father had understood her aversion to sex. Too, his father, contrary to what he believed, hadn't played around with the help. There was nothing gentle about this man, and she was well aware, standing there, that the man had intentions of raping her as surely as the sun would rise the following morning. She wondered how a man with such an evil mind was capable of looking so sweetly innocent. He looked like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, but the truth of the matter was, her world was starting to unravel, and Len was the cause of it.
Len was well aware of the way her breasts were solidly mashing against his chest. She was struggling, and her legs, under her skirt, were apart around one of his legs, and the V of her tantalizing crotch was pressing against his narrow hip. His throbbing penis had swollen and enlarged. In fact it was as long as it was able to grow inside his tight-fitting jeans and tight undershorts. It pulsed out a semaphore message with every throb, as if telling him, Fuck.. . fuck.. . fuck! He wasn't the only one aware of the beating of his cock. Reva felt it pulsating as well, and her mind was probably decoding the same message, though to her it was something horrible.
His hand slid down her throat and moved inside her blouse and brassiere. His fingers dug until they finally reached a nipple. The soft, tender, satin-fleshed rubber nipple hardened instantly to his demanding caress, swelling to a bullet of absolute desire. Her body was becoming aroused in spite of herself, more aroused than she had ever felt with her husband.
Len knew she wouldn't struggle now that he had told her he liked women who fought better than women who simply stood there and accepted what he was doing. He was right. She remained passive. She merely looked at him with her huge, wet brown eyes as he continued to thumb and pinch the point of her breast. There was no doubt what he was doing was registering. He saw that in her eyes as they glazed over at his touch. Yeah, he was getting to her, all right.
Reva quivered as his hand found her breast. She was only too aware of the way her nipple swelled into a finger of desire at his touch, carnally anticipating what was to come. For the first time in her life her body was behaving differently from her mind. She had never had any trouble in making her body refuse to respond before, but then, her husband had never been one for any kind of prolonged foreplay. He was one of those in-and-out-in-a-hurry men. Now her body was betraying her, acting independently of what she wanted. Hell! If a woman wasn't able to trust her own body.. .
She was aware of the youth's hungering mouth starting to explore her tear-stained face. First he kissed her cheek, then he was nibbling at her earlobe. His tongue suddenly probed into her aural canal, and this sent static sparks blistering through her quivering form, shooting the length of her spine.
Nothing in all of her past married life had prepared her for what was happening to her at this moment. Nothing! What was she to do now that she had discovered her own body was betraying her? How was she able to fight back? If this callow youth was capable of arousing her, was it possible she would be aroused by the touch of just about any man who knew what to do? Was she nothing but a basic whore who had missed her calling? Just what was Reva Brent?
She had no thought of her husband at the present time, nor did she think about what would happen to her if she fought Len off. Her basic concern was not so much for Len as it was for herself and an attempt to regain her self-respect. The last thing she needed was to think that deep down she was some kind of trampy whore who had to use her body to earn her living.
"Len," she said softly, as calmly as the circumstances permitted, hoping to snap him out of the ardor with which he had surrounded himself.
But nothing seemed to stop the youth. He was lightly kissing her eyebrows, then pressing his lips to her temples. His hand had pulled away from her swollen breast and was now rubbing her shoulder blades, making her feel as if she had once had wings that had been cut off and the wounds cauterized.
"Len, please don't do this!"
She tried so hard to put a measure of dignity in her voice, but the sounds coming from her mouth were blurred with heavy breathing. Her shoulder blades were tingling with the massage he was giving them.
"Reva-honey, you're gonna love this," he promised, speaking with his lips pressed against her mouth as he caught her in a long, quivering kiss of passionate depth.
His free hand was once again reaching between them, this time masterfully unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it down over her round shoulders until it did the work his bruising hand did in holding her arms immobile. Swiftly he tied the bottom of her blouse around her arms, keeping her hands pinned behind her. Now both his hands were free to cup and squeeze the lush fullness of her swollen breasts-breasts that spilled over the tops of her thin, almost transparent net bra.
Reva began slowly backing away, her arms still pinned to her sides and almost bare to the waist. But she realized it took a strong effort on her part to back away from the young man's reaching fingers, fingers that hardened her tan nipples to reddish-brown pellets with passionately pointed peaks of quivering anticipation. Oh God! Why was she responding? Her breath was rushing through her laboring lungs, and Reva suddenly became aware of a most embarrassing thing. Her bikini panties were wet in the crotch.
She remained there, standing, trembling, her round breasts continuing to heave and quiver, her eyes dripping tears onto her stained cheeks. Her arms were bound to her sides like some sacrificial victim, but she managed to keep a semblance of defiance blazing in her lovely eyes.
Len let his eyes roam over the full lushness of her lovely mammaries, straining as they did at the net brassiere holding them in harness. The filmy material was unable to hide the rich tan of her areolae and the hardness of her elongated nipples. She had a tiny, thin-fleshed waist indented by the waistband of her tight, narrow skirt, and the curvature of her hip and thigh seemed just right. The youth's throbbing cock was beating away at a maddening cadence now, pushing against his rightly encasing jeans.
"Reva, let's come to an understanding here and now," the youth said. "I'm going to fuck the lovely ass off you. Get used to the idea. I mean, it isn't as if you're some virgin. I'm going to teach you to love sex."
"How did you know I hated it?" she asked.
"Oh shit! It sticks out all over you. I mean, you don't have a husband to be faithful to, but you refuse to put out. How many women can resist a good-looking guy like me, huh?"
"There's no conceit in the rest of your family," she said, biting her lips. "You have it all."
"But that doesn't keep me from trying to find out just what I wanted to know the moment I first saw you."
"Just what might that be?" she disdainfully asked.
"How good a fuck you are. Well, that's something we're definitely about to find out, right?"
"You're the most despicable person I've ever known," Reva gasped, staring at him with hatred.
"In a little while you'll change your mind," he laughed. "They all do."
He picked her up and stretched her out on top of the sample pile of carpets. The beautiful black-haired woman struggled and writhed this way and that, but he held her with no effort whatsoever. He rolled her onto her belly, untied the shirt that held her arms prisoner, and then surprised her by stepping back. She hurriedly pulled her blouse up and covered herself again, buttoning it.
"Stop acting ridiculous," Len told her. "Get those clothes off. If you don't remove them by yourself, I'll have to rip them off you and you won't be able to go home. Either that, or you'll present quite a sight sitting naked in your car."
Turning his back to her, he proceeded to unbutton his own shirt and pull it off. When he turned back to her, he revealed a boyishly bare chest, well-muscled considering how thin he was. Even his slender arms looked nice and strong.
Reva was on her feet again, staring as if in shock, watching him pull his jeans down, standing like a flamingo, first on one leg and then on another as he tugged them from his ankles. His thighs were thin but well-muscled, but those weren't the muscles that caught her staring eye. Her glance fastened on the massive bulge in his shorts. Lord! It looked like one of those monstrous erections the Babylonians used to attach to their statues. It just didn't seem to be real. Compared to what her husband had possessed, this youth had a monster. It was so big, it seemed way out of proportion to the rest of him. She wondered how he was able to walk around with something that monstrous in his pants. Had she seen something like this on a statue it would have been laughable because it looked so unreal. No man was capable of having an erection that big. But Len did!
Reva caught her breath, waiting for the unveiling. She was almost anxious to see the monster freed from its prison of cloth.
The youth looked up to see the startled Reva still standing frozen to the spot, her eyes locked on his groin. She had made no move to take off her own clothes, and this irritated him.
"Hey," he snapped at her. "I told you to start shucking the duds."
She was startled for a moment, being snapped out of her reverie. Her golden-brown eyes met his muddy brown ones. For a brief moment, she thought of running to the door now that he had his pants off. But she knew she would never get it unlocked in time, and she wasn't physically strong enough to take the young man on. He'd drag her to the floor in the showroom and do it right there. It was no use. There was no graceful way out of this. With quivering hands she pulled her buttoned blouse over her head and let it fall somewhere to the side. Then she reached behind her, feeling ashamed to expose herself as she did, undoing the hooks of her brassiere, her eyes held by his for the moment in a battle she was obviously losing.
Slowly, she slid the straps down her shoulders, letting her breasts fall free, two white satin melons tipped with beautiful sun-brown circles and nut-like nipples he was already hungrily devouring with his eyes. Knowing the youth was watching her so hungrily had the effect of arousing Reva that much more. Her husband had never cared one way or the other when she had undressed in front of him. He had made her feel inadequate as a woman, which was another of the reasons why she hadn't enjoyed sex with him. She had sincerely believed she was a relatively unattractive woman, in spite of the fact that she had always kept herself immaculately clean, had gone out of her way to style her hair prettily, and had used only the lightest touches of makeup to enhance her best facial features.
But the way Len was anxiously gazing at her let her know for the first time that she was far more attractive than she had initially believed. Oh, the men customers were always coming on to her, but she had assumed their interest was simply because she was a supposedly available female, and they might just as easily have tried making it with a female orangutan. Len's rapt stare affected her far more strongly than she would have believed, and without realizing what she was doing, she provocatively began stretching it out, making it more tantalizing than ever. Her eyes never once left his hungrily staring face as she began unbuttoning the top of her skirt and then slowly pulled down the zipper. Because of the tight fit of the skirt, she had to wriggle her hips as she slid the skirt slowly down, pushing them with her hands. It fitted her so tightly, she had to really squirm to get the skirt over her hips. When it finally fell down around her trimly slender ankles, she took as much time easing down her half slip in spite of the fact that it stretched much more easily. Finally she stepped out of both, toeing them to the side, finally aware of how much of a kick she was getting from all this.
Len was frozen to the spot for the moment. Hell! He had known she would be beautiful, but never in his imagination had he been able to picture the pure whiteness of her flesh and the smoothness of her taut, flawless skin.
Her pantyhose came next, and Reva made as much of a production of kicking off her shoes and peeling down the nylon as she had of removing her skirt. New all she had left was her skimpy bikini panties, and she hesitated for a moment. Hell! She had come this far, and the man was intent on raping her, anyway. Might just as well enjoy it.
She peeled the white nylon down, revealing to him the sight of the sparse ebony sprinkles covering her pouting mons veneris.
Len stood with his hands pressed into his sides, his knuckles folded under so she wasn't able to see his hands were shaking because of the effect she had on him. Christ! What a luscious female! She stood in front of him like Venus incarnate, her body white as marble, the blue veins running through her as clearly visible as the lines in quarried stone. Her full breasts were even whiter than the rest of her, the tips dipped in a light chocolate. He half-expected her to point at him and overwhelm him with her magical abilities. Jesus! Her naked body was a breathing statue that had come to life, her lovely rounded shoulders thrown back, her full-nippled, upstanding, delightfully pear-shaped breasts pointing directly at him as she stood with her weight on one leg so that the tantalizing curvature of her hips down to her knees formed one triangle, while the fuzz on her pelvic mound formed another, while her crotch joined to her thighs formed yet a third. The wantonly delightful curve of her delicate rib cage as it narrowed to her slender waist was repeated again by the swirl from her waist to her hip. She looked like something dream-like. Hell! He had always thought Lil, his fianc'e, to be the ultimate woman. When it came to giving him a ride, he had never known anyone to equal her.
But now, staring at Reva, he had the instinctive feeling that if she fucked only half as good as she looked she would make Lil look amateurish. As it was, he clearly saw the moistness coming from the touch of pinkness under the sparse black fur, and some of it had leaked a little because there was a sheen on the insides of both upper thighs. His eyes fell to the panties at her feet, and he saw how sodden the crotch was.
"God! You're stunning!" he told her, and Reva suddenly realized how young he was compared to herself. Her nakedness had given her a certain amount of control over the situation.
When he reached for her, she whirled away from him, teasing him. He moved after her, but not trying to catch and overpower her. His own movements were also teasing, as if aware that was what she was doing to him. Her motion was that of a ballet dancer as she moved out of the office and into the dingy store. Darkness made the store almost black, but he snapped on a light in the accounting office, letting it play into the store-proper. Reva, as if in a spotlight, amateurishly continued dancing and whirling as if she were performing some kind of ballet. All the while Len's glittering eyes remained locked on her lush and lovely form.
A semblance of sanity pushed its way into her mind, rebuking her for teasing the youth. But her rational self countered by claiming that as long as she danced for the young man, it would be impossible for him to rape her.
Len had a kerosene heater in the store, and he had yet to turn it off. It not only gave off heat, but in the semi-darkness issued an eerie glow.
Reva enjoyed the warm air playing over her nakedness, and by dancing, she found herself loosening and stretching certain body muscles that had become cramped from riding in the car. Each time Len tried approaching her, she danced away from him, rising on her toes, her arms over her head in a ballet gesture that tugged her high breasts even higher before they dipped once she lowered her arms.
Len was enthralled with the chase and speeded up, moving after her all the more quickly. All this did was make Reva pirouette and spin wildly from one side of the store to the other, brushing against samples of carpeting that hung on the walls. She moved faster and faster, losing herself in the dancing.
She was a lissome Terpsichore racing gracefully through the countless swatches of carpeting, so nakedly delightful and free. The shadows lent an erotic effect to her beautiful nudity.
Len was aware of the swell of his throbbing erection as it became even stiffer and harder, that much fuller, and as a result, more painful. His guts were starting to churn at the sight of this delightfully bare woman.
"That's enough!" he gasped, tugging his undershorts down, letting them lie where they fell as he moved purposefully toward her.
Reva was bent at the waist, her slender fingers brushing the long delicate toes of one outstretched foot. At his command she found herself sinking down on the knee bent behind her in true ballet style until she was sitting on that leg and her entire body was tilted forward, bent at the waist, a wild sensation of exhilaration filling her as she ended in the classic ballet bow that climaxed all such performances.
Len was in front of her now, bending down, picking up her hands and pulling her up until she was standing in front of him at arm's length. He anxiously tugged her lithe form to his naked hardness, feeling the swell of her heaving breasts mash against his hairless chest. Her skin was like warmed-over velvet, and his tongue plunged into her tender mouth, the organ stiff as a miniature penis as it invaded the sweetness of her wet oral cavern.
"Ummm . . . hmmmm . . . mmm.. . . " she moaned around the probing tongue, drinking his saliva into her throat with an eagerly sucking pull that amazed her as much as it did Len.
The dancing through the store had left her all but breathless. She was panting from the effort, and oddly enough, the effect of the sensuous movements had taken its toll on her internal self, where she was more aflame than her flesh felt because of the kerosene heater. The pressure of the handsome youth's solidly naked form had caused her inner temperature to suddenly soar beyond belief. His hand was a blazing firebrand, leaving sensuous burns wherever it touched her. She was well aware of the size of his enormous cock as it jerked against her quivering belly, and every jerk sent a maddening spasm through her own, achingly needing vagina.
Without realizing it, Reva had found that she had crossed some invisible intangible barrier. She was his willing prisoner at this point. The inevitable was about to take place, and the thought of it brought out goose-pimples on her soft flesh as well as a prickling, wondering excitement.
Len's hands slid from her shoulders to her full breasts, and he pinched her taut nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling on them brutally, as if trying to quench burning matches. God! Her points were so hot! This, in turn made his hands feel hot, so hot he felt he was leaving fingerprints wherever he touched and caressed her. Blood was continuing to course through the thickness of his rigid shaft, moving through arteries and veins as if on an unending treadmill. Pressed against the white softness of her flat stomach, the head throbbed like an uncontrollable engine just waiting for him to pull the throttle, building up steam to the point where the cock would explode if sperm, like steam, didn't come rushing from the tip as if from a safety valve.
Her full breasts were solidly heavy in his caressing hands, and he was amazed at their firmness. Lil, who had smaller breasts, had breasts equally firm, and Len was astonished that a woman like Reva had breasts of such hardness while also of such size. They were hard, yet they were soft. It was as if he were holding squishy rocks in the palms of his hands. He pulled away and lowered his head in order to gobble one into his mouth, opening as wide as possible, eager to take in as much of the milk-white, blue-veined, scented, silken-soft, tan areola flesh as was humanely possible. Oh Christ! She tasted like sun-warmed rose petals. He figured she had to be wearing attar of roses.
His hungering mouth sucked on her nipple, pulling at it for a long time. She was now leaning back over his rigidly strong arm as if in a back bend. Her head was hanging down, her eyes shut, but her hands came up of their own accord to grip his hair and mash his face even farther into the softness of her naked breast flesh.
"Aaaaaann nnnhhhhhh hhhhuu uuuunn nnnnhh-hhhh!" the lovely woman sighed faintly as his tongue began to whirl around, and titillate the tip of her fiery, extended nipple. His mouth moved to her other breast. She found herself shuddering and shaking, pressing his head even more closely to her body until his nose was pressed so deeply into the white silken mound he found difficulty breathing.
A rattle at the front door snapped them out of their reverie for the moment. The two of them remained motionless, listening for a long minute, and then heard a disgusted voice announcing the store had closed too soon to suit him, and whoever it was went away. Still they didn't move, as if afraid their movements might have been heard by someone outside.
Reva pulled away from him, her ears straining, listening, waiting to see if the person, whoever it was, would return. Seconds dragged into minutes, and little by little she realized they were once again totally alone and undisturbed. Still, there were lots of people out there, walking by the store. Only the carpeting piled in front of the windows and the shade pulled down in front of the door prevented anyone from seeing what was taking place inside.
Len stared at her, his own ears straining to hear, noting how she was poised to run into his office to find her clothing. She looked like a startled doe, her eyes wide and frightened. God! She was far more incredibly beautiful this way than she had ever looked before. She looked so helpless and almost vulnerable, to the point that he felt a little ashamed of the way he had humiliated her into this. But he had no intention of letting her go now that he had gotten this far. There was no one to interrupt them, and even if someone managed to come in, he wouldn't be able to stop now. His pulsating phallus was standing out from his quivering loins like the staff of an overeager bull. It jerked its unseeing eye in search of the soft, sweet hollow in which it intended burying itself. The swollen pressure building in the depths of his aching testicles had become unbearable. They had enlarged and hardened as they rapidly produced more and more sperm to keep up with the semen being manufactured in his prostate. He had to unload his genital contents, and soon. He had to fire it into the depths of the lovely woman's tender belly.
"Come over here," he whispered, his voice fiercely commanding her, and she scurried into his arms as if seeking shelter.
His hands gripped the roundness of her tight buttocks and he lifted her high. Her legs automatically wrapped themselves tightly around his back for some kind of support, and her arms entwined themselves around his strong neck. He lifted her higher, higher, and then began lowering her, probing for her opening with the head of his anxious cock. Her womanly seam was sodden, and one of his hands reached beneath, the fingers parting the edges as her round butt sat in the palm of his other squeezing hand.
Reva was aware of her aching body being very slowly lowered against Len's hard torso, and then the tip of his massively throbbing penile shaft touched the soft lips of her aching vulva. She leaped as if her cunt had been touched with an exposed hotwire, writhing somewhat, arching her lovely spine. Oh God! The pressing head of the heatedly pulsating shaft sent a jolt of uncontrollably, her lovely body continued descending. Oh God! She'd never had anything this monstrous in her tight little cavern before. She was certain she would never be able to swallow it inside her. Her interior would be torn to shreds.
"No, Len, no . . . don't.. . . " she begged.
"Easy, honey, take it easy," the youth whispered in a soft grunt as he eased the lips of her fluted vulva over the round head of his pulsating cock. It slipped slowly into her, her inner labia surrounding and gripping the penis. Her inner self had poured out such copious quantities of lubricity that in spite of his massive girth and the narrowness of her interior, she stretched with no discomfort in order to accept his penile offering. Oh God! It felt so good . . . so very good!
Len staggered back a little under her weight, getting his balance. He had occasionally used this position with Lil, but Lil was so much slenderer and lighter than Reva. Not that he wasn't able to hold Reva. Hell! When he occasionally worked out at the gym, he easily hoisted more than a hundred and eighty pounds, and he knew Reva didn't weigh more than a hundred and fifteen, if that much. With his strong legs braced apart the littlest bit, he found holding her was easier. He had her nibbling pussy firmly planted around the head of his anxious cock, and deciding he was unable to take this torment any longer, he let the hand supporting her buttocks drop quickly as he rammed upward with his proin, feeling the tightly clasping walls of her sucking vagina close over the full length of his massive penis in a single downward stroke.
"Aaaannnngg gggghh hhhhhhaaaa aannnn nngg-gghh hhhh!" Reva screamed, feeling the massive red-topped knife of masculine flesh slice straight up and into her narrow channel, impaling her to the depths of her quaking belly.
"Don't move!" Len commanded.
She didn't. She was unable to at that moment. She was trapped on the enormous codpiece of his pulsating cock, well aware of the way it jerked and twitched in the tightness of her narrow chamber, moving about inside her like a trapped ferocious animal. He filled her womanly void so that her entire inner self felt brutally stretched out of shape to the point of ripping. She was certain she must be bleeding internally because of the wickedness of his thrust.
Len flexed his muscles, tightening his buttocks as his fingers dug all the more deeply into the cheeks of her ass. His pulsing cock rammed its head against the back wall of her ultra-sensitive vagina. To Reva's mind it was like a nose, a rubbery nose as it bumped against her inner self unmercifully sniffing its way into the deepest core of her. It was continually jerking and throbbing, completely out of control. Oh Jesus! She was so achingly wonderful, her cunt so beautifully tight around the length of his solid shaft. He felt her tight walls literally clenching him like fingers, milking his cock as a milkmaid would tug at a cow's udder.
His legs were starting to tire, but he loved holding her this way, as if he had put her on, wearing her on the full length of his cock. She clung tightly to him as he began slowly walking around the narrow store with her lovely body impaled on the proud stiffness of his ram-cock. This was one fuck Len would never forget, and he intended making it just as unforgettable for Reva. Each time he took a step, it seemed to Reva his cock was probing into her yet another inch.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Reva felt the man easing her body off that slicing, digging, brutally thick and swollen cock. He lifted her higher, then made her lie on her back on one of the carpets. The broadloom felt like grass on a summer night beneath her, and the beautiful brunette stretched herself, luxuriating in the delightful feel of it. Her legs spread themselves and stretched, making her open her tender pussy wide to his licentiously staring eyes.
"Spread that lovely cunt wider," Len insisted, his voice grating, his face contorted with an inner agony because of the pressure continuing to build in his scrotum at the sight of her naked milk-white softness spread out for him on the carpet.
In the dim light he was clearly able to see her hair-fringed labia, swollen and sodden, pulsating with the carnal anticipation of his once again making an entrance into her. He knelt between her delightful thighs and spread her soft white flesh with his palms, pressing her cuntlips even wider until all of her aching, churning, flaming, flooding, vibrating cunt was clearly visible to him. Her inner lips were blood-filled and red, glistening with her juices. The hair around her labia was matted because of her secretions, secretions that continually poured from her interior.
Reva thrilled to the touch of his fingers gently separating her soft lips from top to bottom and even enjoyed the throaty sound coming from him when her extended clitoris was finally visible to him. He ever-so-gently reached out and touched it with a single finger, and then he began stroking the erect little organ, feeling it quiver. Her body automatically arched up to the pressure of his stroking finger, her hips lifting from the carpeting. Every sensuous stroke seemed to drive her to the brink of insanity as she felt an electric zigzagging sensation of sex flashing through the flooded depths of her inner self.
Len stared down at the white form of the beautiful writhing woman beneath him as he continued applying the ball of his finger to the hardened split pea of her clitoral head, agitating it and making it quiver even more. The love juice was pouring from her tender split like water from a gushing fountain, and the beautiful brunette's hips were arching up and down, her belly moving like that of a gyrating ecdysiast intent on holding the attention of this onlooker. Jesus! She looked good enough to eat. In fact, now that he thought about it, that was precisely what he wanted to do. Hell! All women tasted different. By now, he knew Lil's scent and taste by heart. Reva's scent was no less delectable, and he was certain she would taste even better. Jesus! If he didn't gobble that pussy before he fucked it senseless, he would never forgive himself.
He lowered his head while sliding his finger from the button of her shuddering clitoris. Dropping his mouth, he pressed his lips where his finger had previously been working, and he gently sucked the erectly shuddering man-in-the-boat between them and nibbled gently.
This was something Reva had never had done to her before. Her husband was a cock-in-cunt man and nothing more. He had at no time shown her any of the sexual refinements so many other men knew, possibly because he was an ignorant fool, himself. What was happening to Reva now was sheer, delightful, wanton bliss. Every muscle in her vibrant body tightened and quivered, as if she had been touched with a livewire and was unable to control herself. Her writhing hips lifted themselves completely as she ground her helplessly shaking, narrowly sodden slit all the more firmly into Len's face, reacting to his loving tongue and nibbling teeth.
Her beautiful face whipped one way then another, and her mouth opened to scream, but for a while she was unable to do so. When sound finally did filter from her throat, it was in the form of a long gasp rather than any kind of shriek.
His working tongue licked into her juicy feminine divide, working away at the constant flow of feminine musk oil. For a minute he thought she was so overcome with his tongue-work that she was going to faint.
"Do it!" Rita gasped between clenched teeth. "You made me want it, now do it! Do it, damn you! Do it, now! Please, Len, please, don't hold back! Do it!"
Tears were streaming down her face, but they weren't tears of sorrow. It was a commingling of joy and wanton lust that overpowered her and contorted her need-crazed face.
"What is it you want me to do?" Lean teased. "Come on, Reva. I know you normally won't let a dirty word pass those lips of yours. Now you just tell me, outright, what it is you want me to do, and maybe, just maybe I'll do it."
"Fuck me, damn you!" Reva cried out at him, wisely aware she was in no position to haggle at the moment, tears continuing to pour down her beautiful cheeks.
"Don't cry, don't cry, sweet lady," Len panted. "You want my cock? Well, here it is, honey!"
He lifted himself on the palms of his hands and on his toes, as if doing a push-up. His eyes went down to the space between their bodies, seeing the tears of oil dripping from the sightless eye of his weeping cock, making him realize he was just as crazy with desire as she. He aimed it as if it were an arrow, hesitating for an instant as he remained stiffly above her quivering form. Then he put all his weight on his left palm as he gripped his cock with his right hand and plunged it straight at her soddenly open, wet-petaled vagina, now aware her tunnel needed him as much as he needed her.
"Ghhh hh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh . . . Godddddd uu-uuuu hhhhhhhhhhh!" she shouted at the top of her voice as the massive blunted length of hard flesh sliced directly into the center of her being, filling her interior almost to bursting. Her aching, empty hollowness was filled, and she was aware of her inner muscular walls closing tightly around the length of his pulsating organ, squeezing in gratitude, clinging to him, and keeping him deep inside her.
Len didn't intend waiting for her walls to adjust to his breadth. He began stroking almost instantly. Hell! He had dragged all this out long enough, to the point where he felt that if he didn't fire his load shortly, the seam down the center of his scrotum would split wide open. His ears picked up the delightful sound of his aching rod slamming into the slippery, heated core of her. This was the sound of fucking, and hearing it thrilled him as much as feeling it. Yeah! He was hearing the sound of himself fucking this woman he had been aching to jazz from the first time he had seen her, and what made it all so extra good was the fact that she had lasciviously pleaded with him to do this very thing to her. So now his cock moved in and out of her like a maniacal jackhammer.
"Hunh! Unh! Oh Goddd! Oooohhhhh! Yessssss! Jee-eee-susssss!" the youth was gasping as his hips continued to coordinately move back and forth, letting him jackhammer in and out of the sucking swamp that was her torrid pussy.
Lil was tight, but not like this. Sheesh! Len had screwed his share of virgins in his lifetime, including his fianc'e, but no virgin was as tight as the cunt surrounding his cock at present. It was like plunging into a contracting cylinder that got tighter as it became wetter. Had it not been for the wetness, her walls would have rubbed the outer layers of skin from his cock. Each time he slammed forward, the penile head butted against the back wall of her pussy, and this only served to make him feel that much more in need of climactic attainment.
This was the first time Reva had done something like this in a place other than a bed, and she wondered if the change of environment had something to do with the static delight continually invading her shuddering self. The warmth from the kerosene heater washed across her body and added to the heat being generated by the pressure of Len's body on top of hers. No longer did she have a fear of being seen or overheard. Neither was she thinking about the right or wrong of what she was doing. The simple fact was, her body needed this as much as it needed food. For the first time in her life she began to understand why sex was such a basic necessity, and all she cared about was responding and reacting to the stimuli emanating from this lean, hard young man who continued wildly fucking her.
With every movement of his slender, hard body, plunging the fullness of his gigantic steel shaft plunging into the center of her inner self, Reva knew she was being fucked to the borderline of sanity, itself. She panted as her hands reached out and her fingers dug into the granite of his buttocks, pulling him all the deeper into her, pressing as hard as she was able, until her nails dug trenches in his fbsh. Every quivering plunge of his cock seemed to sink the organ that much deeper into her even though she knew it was as deep as it was going to go.
Len was aware of the sensation of steaming, churning swirling floods of seminal fluid in his prostate. The semen whirled so quickly, he was certain the gland within him was about to burst. His bloated balls were swollen with sperm, manufacturing the little tadpole-like creatures so rapidly, they had barely enough time to exit through tubes leading to the prostate before more sperm took their place. His swollen scrotum was drawn tightly into his groin, but on each downward plunge, the sac smacked against the cheeks of her lovely buttocks and her thighs now clenched his body so tightly it seemed as if he'd be having a hard time mustering the strength that would eventually bring them both to the completion they so desperately sought. He powered his burning cock into her womanly blast furnace again and again, aware that she was not merely half as good as he'd hoped, but twice as good. Reva was one-hundred percent woman.
He was aware of her calves surrounding him, clinging to him all the more tightly, but this time above the waist as the lovely brunette strove without thought of anything but her finale to grind her twitching vaginal labia all the more solidly against his groin.
"That's . . . hhhuuunnnhhh . . . ittttttt.. . aaaann-nnhhhh . . . shove it up to meeee . . . honeeeeee yyyy-yyy!" he urged, the breath whistling through his nostrils, betraying the fact that good as all this was, it was still labor. Granted it was a labor of love, but it was labor.
"Fuck.. . harrrderrrr.. . harrrderrr.. . oooonnnn-hhhhh!" she panted.
Her slender thighs were even higher around his trunk, clinging to him like grappling hooks, and she rode his pole as if she were a train on a monorail. Len, who had been intent on his own climax, realized there was no way he would be able to escape the crush of her thighs unless he made it good for Reva, as well. Self preservation made him work to bring her to her culmination.
Reva's lovely form was not only moving in cadence with that of the man lying on top of her, but she was twitching and wriggling and squirming in time to the man's continually ardent fucking. Each time he drove down, her belly slammed up. The two stomachs met in mid-air, making a loud clapping sound. Reva was aware of bone hitting bone because of the uncontrolled intensity of his thrusts. Her thighs clung high on his body, so high that the whole of her velvet-fleshed inner pussy continued soddonly open for his onslaughts, and the head of his penis seemed to pound that much more deeply inside her. Her nails clawed their way up from his buttocks, running red tiger stripes along his back up to his shoulders, making him look as if he had been clawed by an alley cat. At the same time she was aware of his slender young hands sliding under her and gripping the rounded cheeks of her ass in order to tug her all the more violently against him.
Len lifted his face for a brief instant and looked down along the lean lengths of both of them as he shifted his movement, changing from a hard, short, choppy stroke to a long, even glide. He stared at the way his glistening cock stroked itself in and out, in and out, withdrawing until only the head was inside her, then watching the hairy maw between her thighs once again hungrily swallow up the full length of him, literally sucking him in. The noises coming from the depths of her chest became broken gasps of pleasure. Her aching groin was flailing and wriggling beneath his, moving insanely as her heels beat on his back, spurring him on.
He lunged into her harder than ever, catching her ripe lips with his, probing into her mouth with his tongue with the same tempo his cock was using to bombard her womanly channel. Two rapacious parts of him explored her, now.
Reva groaned in the depths of her throat, feeling the anguished need for total fulfillment, her hands once more clawing their way down his already skinned back, reaching for his lean, hard buttocks and yanking in a violent attempt to make his hard cock-head pierce the back wall of her cunt, possibly trying to make him stab into her vitals. Abruptly the lovely brunette stiffened, her body rigid, her feet unwinding from around his form and her heels digging into the carpeting beneath her as she lifted them both while he stiffened his arms to push himself as far from the floor as possible.
Their mouths fused together, but both bellowed into one another's throat as they violently climaxed.
The instant Reva stiffened and the two of them began bellowing into one another's mouths, Len was aware of his hard-driving penis exploding his boiling semen into the depths of her womb, the spurts shooting from the tip of his cock in machine gun blasts. The full length of his penis jerked and all but twisted as it unleashed one shot after another into her willing chamber. Blast after blast tunneled into her anxious belly.
Reva's heels remained firmly dug into the carpet as she kept the two of them off the ground, frozen for the moment as she reached the full intensity of her climax, her first real climax while the man emptied the contents of his balls and prostate into her.
At last the two bodies, no longer able to stand the strain lust had put on them, slowly sank back to the carpeting in a collapsed heap. Reva's mouth unsutured itself from Len's, and a wonderful lethargy was starting to invade her. She felt an overpowering lassitude the like of which she had never known in any aftermath with her divorced husband. Len's breath was wheezing past her ear and occasionally his cock twitched as it jetted another droplet into her, though by now it was almost a shrunken hose.
Eventually his flaccid organ fell out of her and he rolled off her, panting as he lay beside her. He lay there, too tired to move for the moment. Finally, after a long while, he struggled his way to his feet and began getting dressed. He walked over to where Reva lay, and said, "Next time, when I want something that's good for both of us, I don't want you fighting me. Now that you see how good sex can be, use it to make some sales you might otherwise not be able to make."
He waited until she rose and dressed, and the two silently left the store through the back door. Reva had just enough strength to drive.
CHAPTER THREE
Reva wasn't in love with Len. Nor did she hate him. She was fully aware that what had passed between them was something purely animalistic. She also knew that in order to keep her job, she would do precisely as Len ordered, not only with other men, but with Len, himself, when he demanded to fuck her again. She wasn't naive enough to believe he would leave her alone now that he'd had her once. He knew he had a good thing going with her, and he'd be a damned fool to let go of it.
Granted, she was his best saleswoman, but if he fired her, he wasn't overly worried because he would be able to hire three, four, or even five others to take her place. She, on the other hand, would have a difficult time finding so lucrative a job. What made it even more lucrative was the bonus as the end of the year. Last December, she had been given a two thousand dollar bonus, and even in these inflation-ridden times, two thousand dollars went a long way in helping to keep the wolf from the door.
For the time being she was Len's slave. Granted she was a well-paid slave, but she was a slave, nevertheless. At least, she was a slave during working hours. During the rest of the day and night she belonged to no one but herself.
She hadn't dated, using her work as an excuse, claiming she was too tired after work to go out. However, now she knew the real reason why she hadn't dated. She had been afraid some man would do to her precisely what Len had done. Well hell! If she had to fuck for work, she might just as well do it for fun, as well. The next time some interesting-looking man asked her out, she intended taking him up on the offer. Not that she would pay for the meal with her vagina. But if she liked the man well enough, then she would go further.
Unfortunately, this Saturday evening, she had no date. In fact, in order to secure a two thousand dollar order from a male customer, she had agreed to do some baby-sitting for him. Ridiculous as it seemed, it appeared to be the only way she was able to clinch the sale. It seemed the man was busy as hell during the week, save for Saturdays, when he spent as much time with his young son as possible. But he liked going out
Saturday nights, and it was all but impossible for him to find a qualified sitter.
Reva had gone to his home, not too far from her own, earlier in the day. Saturday was also the only day he would be home to look at carpeting. He was far too busy to go to the large carpeting stores, so the shop-at-home service was perfect for him. He had seemed reluctant to buy at first, until Reva had used the old trick of showing him ads certain carpet remnant warehouses ran, comparing her prices to those of the remnant warehouses. Her prices were on a par with them, but she was offering free installation and padding.
Eventually she had won Frank Porter over, but he had insisted that he'd needed someone to sit with his son while he went out on a date that night. If Reva would be able to find him a sitter, he'd buy. So Reva had agreed she, herself, would sit. After all, it meant a better than two hundred-and-fifty dollar commission to Reva. In the future, she would probably be dating on Saturday evenings, herself.
So Reva went home, showered, changed into something comfortable, in this case an old blouse and skirt, and she went to Frank Porter's house. He smilingly welcomed her in, showed her where everything was, then left.
CHAPTER FOUR
"That goddamn bitch!" Frank Porter mumbled to himself as he turned the key in the lock of his front door at three o'clock in the morning.
He had been after a buyer from one of the larger department stores, a sexy blonde who had been putting him off time and again. When she had finally consented to date him, the first three dates had been teasing ones. She had kept promising, but she hadn't delivered. So Frank Porter, tall, balding, blue eyes, a graying mustache, and a body not yet gone to seed, had stopped calling her. He was therefore surprised when she had called him and asked him out. Frank had told her outright that he wasn't interested in a tease. It was obvious she didn't have any feelings for him, and he didn't expect her to be free and easy with her body if she didn't like a man. Since she obviously didn't like him, it would be foolish of him to take her out again.
But the sexy blonde had insisted she did like him. This was the reason why she was calling him. As a matter-of-fact, Saturday night might prove to be a very interesting night.
Frank had agreed to one more date. He had taken her out, wined and dined her royally, taking her to a show as well, and only after he had taken her to her home did he learn she was "at her time of the month." She had smiled, kissed him hard, leaving him with a huge erection, and then she had gone inside.
He still had his erection, and if matters didn't improve, he would have to "take the situation in hand." Damn!
The lights in his two story home were dim. Whatever TV station Reva had been watching had gone off the air and the TV set was simply humming and emitting a blue light. Reva was fast asleep on the TV room couch, looking so innocently soft and lovely, he wondered, staring at her, if she had been the same woman who had craftily maneuvered him into buying carpeting earlier. Hell! She had been some saleswoman, and beautiful, too. He had wanted to come on to her, but he instinctively knew she would reject him. At least, he had felt that way when she had sold him the carpeting. Now, he remembered her entire attitude as being different when she had come over and surprised him by letting him see she was his baby sitter. Though it confirmed his initial suspicion that she didn't seem to like men, he got the distinct impression, while talking with her before leaving, that she was considerably more receptive, or perhaps she was less unreceptive.
How was he to know that Reva's mellowness was due in no small part to feelings she had developed as a result of the wonderful rape perpetuated on her by her employer, earlier. In any case, she had been tired out by her exercise with Len, and as a result, once she had made certain Frank Porter's young son was securely asleep in bed, she had curled up on the sofa in the TV room, and had promptly fallen asleep.
Frank quietly went upstairs to look at his son. Once he was certain the boy was well covered and fast asleep, he left the room, closing the door behind him and headed back down to the TV room and the sofa where Reva still lay, fast asleep.
Looking at her, he felt the ache in his loins intensify. He rubbed his aching crotch, feeling an uncontrollable stirring in his balls as he stared at the extremely well-developed body stretched out on the sofa. Her long, raven-black hair was swirled almost carelessly about her lovely face, and the thin afghan she was using as a cover framed the fullness of her hips and the roundness of her up-thrust breasts.
He leaned closer to her and inhaled. Christ! She smelled sweet, partly from the deodorant soap she used, but partly from a natural sweetness her body seemed to be emitting. Everything about her seemed so clean and natural, and not at all like the tramp he had just taken home who had thought herself too good for him. The bitch had cheated him out of something to which he had been looking forward.
Frank knelt beside the sofa and very lightly ran his hand over the afghan. Reva didn't move. She was really zonked out. Very slowly, his hand crept under the light cover until it touched the warmth of her leg. She wasn't even wearing stockings. like some teenaged kid, she had socks on. God! The skin was so soft, so tender, so nice. He caressed it gently for a while.
Reva groaned and stirred in her sleep a little. Frank hurriedly pulled his hand away. Reva moved a little, separating her knees a tiny bit, letting one kneecap jut out while the other leg all but straightened. She was lying on one arm, the elbow sticking out, the forearm under her head, while her other arm rested on top of the sofa back, arching one aching, delightful round breast.
Frank felt his cock vibrate like a tuning fork gone out of control as desire for the lovely brunette swept through him. Once again his hand crept under the covers, moving slowly, ever-so-slowly. He kept his eyes locked on the face of the beautiful woman as she continued sleeping. His fingers moved beneath her lovely skirt, and when he touched her panties, Reva stirred. He waited, unmoving, and once again her heavy, even breathing resumed. His fingers once more resumed their intent exploration. They worked along the leg band of panties, moving toward the center, slowly probing in between her thighs. He was all but panting as the tips of his fingers finally made contact with the fuzzy fringe of hair on her labia.
God! His cock was stiffer than a ramrod. It thrust against the tightness of his trousers, hurting him. He took his free hand, his left hand, and with some difficulty managed to tug down his fly zipper and reach inside to grab his jerking penis. He tugged on it, letting it out, allowing it to breathe in the dim light of the TV room as his other fingers sought the dark depths of Reva's love tunnel. The digits moved under the elastic of the nylon material until they were in the center of the fuzzy triangle of dark vaginal hair. Gently, ever so gently, he moved the tip of his finger toward her quiescent clitoris, staring anxiously at her face, looking for some signs of awakening. He did want her to eventually awaken, but not just yet. He didn't want her waking up until he had her cunt so well-oiled, she would be hot and anxious for more petting, and possibly be eager for his throbbing cock.
He tugged back the afghan in order to touch her body that much more fully and at the same time gaze at the petulantly pouting pussy he very shortly hoped he'd be able to claim. With one hand on each of her softly white inner thighs and a thumb holding the crotch band of her panties to the side, he parted her fine black fur and ran a tentative forefinger along her delicate pink slit. Then his fingers dipped into her tantalizing honey-pot, just beneath her clitoris, and this made his throbbing cock jerk that much more violently.
Oh yeah! Her clitoris was no longer a tiny button but a mini-capsule. His continual gentle massaging made it reach upward, as if trying to plead with him for more, or so he thought. He dipped his face, and holding open the tiny fluted inner lips, flicked his tongue along the opening made by his fingers.
"Oh Christ!" he softly murmured to himself.
He wasn't able to remember when he had tasted anything sweeter. It wasn't the least bit sour as it was in some women who didn't know how to wash away urine after voiding. No, not at all. This was clean and sweet and delicious, and what was more, it looked every bit as delectable as it tasted. He continued lapping at her cunt, licking up the juices that were starting to slowly eel out of her. Sweet as it was, it wasn't the least bit sticky, but rather it was wonderfully slippery.
His moving tongue licked at the fine hairs surrounding the cunt, and the sweet essence of her flowering sex all but overcame the man with rapture. Hell! He had to have more, lots more. He threw all caution to the wind, tugging again on the elasticized panties, yanking them lower, below her knees until there was room for his mouth to cover the entire length of her sweet slash. His lips clamped solidly against the vagina and his tongue lanced into the narrowness of her feminine cavern, dredging out even more fluid.
Reva's body lifted almost completely off the sofa as her eyes snapped open.
"What.. . what are you doing.. . Mr. Porter.. . no . . . don't.. . stop.. . this is wrong.. . what are you doing to meee . . . no . . . no . . . stop.. . . " her voice insisted, rising to a shrill cry.
Frank reached out with his left hand clamped it very firmly over the tender softness of her lips, pressing his arm along the length of her delightful body in order to hold her down. He lifted his head, his mouth sodden with her leaking juices, juices that were flowing quite heavily from the frothing interior of her womanly center.
"Be quiet, Mrs. Brent," he said to her. "You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. You're just like a furry little kitten down there, a kitten without a tongue and in need of a washing. All I want to do is lick you a little."
His right hand pressed against the softness of her juicing vagina and he slid a middle finger directly into her opening, gently at first, then with more force, knowing this was no virgin in spite of her tightness.
Reva struggled. He was being rough, and his finger felt good, but it also hurt a little. She fought as she wondered what had incited this madman to do something like this to her.
"Mmmmmfff!" she gasped, with his hand over her mouth and managed to tug her lips free for a moment. "You're hurting me, Mr. Porter. Don't do this! It's wrong and you know it." He slammed his hand against her mouth again. "Aaaaaww wwwwmmmmpphh!" Then she clamped her teeth on the edge of his hand and bit hard. He yelped and tugged his hand away.
Reva leaped to her feet and would have run had it not been for her panties which had fallen around her ankles. She tried heading for the door, and instead, almost fell. Frank caught her around the waist and shoved her skirt up, yanking her rounded butt back against his throbbingly exposed cock. He had one arm looped firmly around her waist, and his other hand flatly pressed itself against her mouth in a way to keep her from either screaming or biting. Reva tried kicking, but her panties were still around her ankles, preventing her from doing so. He wrapped one leg around both of hers and the two of them fell to the floor. With his hand still over her mouth and his legs clamped around hers, holding her prisoner, his other hand slid from her waist to the fullness of her breasts. Reva fought wildly, but the hand covering her mouth also blocked her nose and she was quickly growing faint from lack of air.
It suddenly occurred to Frank that the lovely brunette was no longer struggling. It was too much to hope that she would surrender but when he realized his hand was covering both her nose and her mouth, he whipped it away.
"My God!" he muttered aloud. "Did I stupidly kill her? No, no, she's still breathing. Thank God! Come on, Mrs. Brent, snap out of it. I'm not trying to hurt you, honest. Jesus! All I wanted to do was taste that sweetness between your thighs."
He tore her panties from her, then hurriedly began undressing her, hoping to remove the restrictive clothing in order to get her breathing more easily. He managed to get her blouse off without tearing any buttons off, and he tugged her skirt down and off. Then he was pulling her brassiere off, as well, knowing it was the tightest garment on her body. He flung it away and looked at her, staring at how beautiful she looked, and how delightful her full, round breasts appeared. Hell! She was a lot more beautiful than that blonde buyer. Jesus! This one was all woman. Just looking at her was more than his aching cock was able to stand. He let it throb and stab against the bare flesh of the naked woman like a giant hairless tree. He had to fuck her.
Rolling her onto her back, he parted her thighs with the intent of stabbing it into her cunt. But too much time had gone by and his throbbing prick, which hadn't been buried in a woman for the longest time, was unable to withstand any more pressure. The stress building up in his testicles was too much, and the semen was surging out of him, bubbling forth like water boiling over.
"OHHHHH . . . NO-O-O-O-O.. . . " He wailed as he began to climax.
Heavy, powerful splashes came from the tip of his penis and splattered all over the body of the unconscious Reva. It laced across her belly and her breasts, and other, added splashes dripped onto her lower stomach and even her mons. One shot went wild and touched the side of her face.
The pressure had been too much for Frank, and the release at this stage had been overpowering. He literally fainted, falling on top of the unconscious woman. They remained that way for almost a half hour.
Frank was the first to awaken, but he was too weak to move for the moment. He just lay there, feeling the softness of her lovely body under his, once again struggling to breathe because of his weight. He shifted a little, and she breathed more easily.
Reva finally woke up in a daze. She felt so much heated stickiness all over her, and worse, she felt weighed down. What the hell was going on? She looked and saw the man lying on top of her and gasped, "Mr. Porter, please, please, get off me. I don't have any clothing on. Come on . . . get off me! Jesus! You bastard, what have you done to me?" she cursed, the second time in twenty-four hours that she had used what was called dirty language. She writhed against the heavy masculine body still imprisoning hers against the floor.
Frank lifted his head and looked at the lovely brunette's face. He saw anger written in her eyes, and when he looked at her, she averted her head.
"Aw come on, now," he said to her. "You know damn well I didn't really hurt you. Stop acting like that. You have no reason to get mad. Jesus! You're tense as hell! Look, honey, I can take care of that."
As he finished speaking, he lifted himself and swung his thighs around so his prong, already half-hard, was hanging over her lovely face while his own face hovered above her own thighs. The wet, oily tip of his prick was even with her pretty mouth.
"Get away from me!" Reva gasped, turning her face to the side.
"Just suck it, honey!" he ordered. "Put it in your mouth and suck on it until it's nice and stiff. Then it'll give you a little more joy juice."
"No way!" Reva muttered through tightly clenched teeth.
Reaching down, Frank gave her lovely black hair a vicious tug.
"I won't do it!" she insisted. "I waaauu uurrrr rrgg-gggghhhhhh.. . . " It was all she was able to say as the tip of his cock slid between her pouting lips.
"You be really careful!" Frank warned. "No biting, no using teeth at all," he told her, pressing a hand against her diaphragm, making breathing difficult for her. "Suck it nicely and I'll take some of my weight off you so you can breathe that much easier. Now, run the tip of your tongue around the head, honey, nice and easy," he was snarling, as if letting her know she would feel more pain than he if she chose to bite him. "That's it! Use that tongue!"
Reva felt overpowering waves of shame flooding her as the penis slowly began swelling in the tightly narrow confines of her sucking mouth. It swelled and enlarged, filling her mouth like a gag.
"You gonna keep doing as you're told?" Frank asked, looking down at her as he straddled her face.
She nodded her head, letting him know she would do as he ordered, but she kept her eyes clenched tightly shut. Her tongue obediently licked and she gulped to keep the wetness from running down the wrong pipe and strangling her. He had his weight on his knees now, true to his word, and he lifted himself up a little higher so that only part of his throbbing cock was in her mouth. Satisfied she would do as he ordered, he lowered his face to her loins.
"Open your legs," he told her. When she refused to obey, he pinched her thigh and demanded in a loud, clear voice, "Open those lovely legs, goddamn it, or I'll shove my cock so far down your gullet you'll strangle, honey."
Her thighs swung open a little bit and the man pressed his palms between them and forced them wider apart, making her look frog-like from the waist down. Once again his probing tongue flicked at the tiny nodule of pink hardness that was her clitoris, then ran along the pink, fur-surrounded slit all the way to the tiny, pinched rosebud shape of her clenched asshole. He didn't stop there, but let his tongue play over her anal opening, making her writhe with chills as she realized much to her chagrin there was still so much to learn about erotic sensations, and in places on her body she had never even thought of as being sexy. His lapping tongue at her asshole frightened her a little, and she tried wriggling out from beneath him. But his hands had a firm grip on the cheeks of her ass by now, and when she stopped sucking his cock, he began pinching her buttocks. His head sank down and his open mouth clamped itself on her clitoris as he ran a middle finger up into her wet opening from beneath. Reva tightened her muscles, and she was aware of his thick phallus jerking in her mouth.
He began fingering her cunt as he lapped her, gently at first, then harder, making his long finger probe all the more deeply into the tenderness of her yawning female gap.
God! What kind of whore am I, that I'm actually enjoying all this? Reva asked herself.
He nibbled at her upstanding hard-fleshed guardian, using his teeth, pausing to massage her inner thigh when she stopped sucking to let her know he might pinch her if she didn't resume her oral attentions. He rubbed one finger into her cunt, and he pushed another finger against her anal opening. First he'd dip the finger in the slush coming from her vagina, and he'd smear it on her anus. Then he would push his finger against her anus only to discover she was clenching her sphincter tightly shut, intent on keeping him out. So he lowered his tongue to the rubbery opening and lathered it with his saliva, probing into it with his tongue, sending icy chills shooting through Reva's aching body. He slurped and licked and lapped and pushed with his tongue until it sank as deep as possible into her narrow anal opening.
Reva was panting uncontrollably as her body heat had finally taken control of her. She shuddered, her body bouncing wildly, her head bobbing up and down as she hungrily sucked on the throbbing organ in her mouth, slurping the fluids of oiliness he was emitting. Her body writhed with the sensations of lust charging through her, and each twitch made it easier for Frank to drive his fingers into her twin openings. She was totally gaffed now, speared by his massive cock orally, while at the other end she had fingers probing into the tender hollows of her squirming body.
Her hungrily warm, and now willing, mouth had sucked so hardily that blood bloated the massive cock to a point where it felt too thick for her mouth. He was pushing the penile head into her gullet, and she was certain she would strangle before she was able to swallow it. He lifted his ass, then slammed his cock deeper into her throat, making her gag, and yet, oddly enough, she loved it. Her head continued bobbing up and down as thrills charged through her shuddering body. His tongue was like sandpaper against her clitoris as his fingers continued punching in and out of her narrow interstices. Her lower body kept rhythm with her head. As her head bobbed upward her lower body slammed to the floor, and as her head fell back, her ass rose so that his fingers penetrated her two holes and his tongue once again washed across the extended prick-like nub of her clitoris.
The orgasm welling up in her was overpowering. It would be every bit as strong as the climax she had felt when Len had fucked her. But this time she was feeling it in more than one place. The cock jammed into her throat was touching a series of little nerves she had never known to exist, and as a result, one center of orgasm was in there. The tongue slathering across her clitoris was building sensation there so that she realized she was going to have a clitoral orgasm. Fingers probing in her cunt made her aware of her mounting vaginal orgasm, and, last, but not at all least, was the orgasm building in her rectum from the pressure of his finger in there. All the climaxes washed over her at once, slamming into her body.
"GGGAAAWWW WWAAAAUUUUUU RRRR-RRGGGGGG HHHHLLLLLL LLUUUU CCCC HH-HHHH . . . AAAAAANNNN GGGGHHHHHH FF-FFFFLLLLGGGGLLLLRRRR GGGG HHHHHH-AAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" she gasped with the cock buried in her gullet as she bounced and wriggled and squirmed and churned.
Her esophagus clamped firmly around the throbbing phallus, pulling it even deeper as her lips tightly encircled the stem of the organ, pushing forward until she was able to touch the base of his cock. His balls pressed against her nose, but she had enough room left to breathe, and breathe she did. She inhaled and exhaled strongly as her head bobbed wildly, thrill after uncontrollable thrill continually charging through her shuddering body. She sucked like a vacuum cleaner, her lips pulling strongly on the full length of the penis as they slid back and forth, moving from base to corona and back again.
He was still lapping her clitoris, his fingers moving in and out of her in spite of the fact that he was aware of her intense quadruple orgasm. This irritated her a little, but it sent wild flurries through her as well, and soon she found herself climaxing again, a series of minor orgasms that shot through her shuddering body making her suck even more heartily.
His cock was enlarging, thickening, and she knew the time had come. She pulled hard, and that was when Frank bellowed, "OHHHH . . . HHHHUUUU-GGGGHH HHHH . . . YYEEEEEE AAAAGGGG-GGGGHH HH . . . AARRRRRRGGHH HHGGHH HHAAAAAANNNNGGGGGGHH HHHHUUUU UUNNGGGGGG HHAAAA AAGGGGHHHH HHHH HH!"
His face was out of her cunt now, as were his hands away from her vagina and rectum as he blasted spurt after hot spurt of his semen down her throat, filling her with whatever was left in his balls.
He rolled off her after that, and just lay there. Reva lay there, too, finally falling asleep, barely aware of him covering her with the afghan.
She awoke at dawn, hurriedly got dressed, and left. She would never see Frank Porter again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Reva had all day Sunday to recuperate from her experiences with Len and then .Frank Porter. When she phoned into The Jewel Carpet Company for her leads on Monday morning at nine-thirty, the Girl Friday at the desk gave her a list of six people to see. Some people, like Len, sold carpeting in a matter of minutes. If he didn't have the sale in ten minutes, he just walked out. On the other hand, Reva often took the better part of an hour to make a sale. Many a sale Len would have walked out on for lack of patience was made by Reva because she stayed a little longer and probed a little deeper. So six leads was all Reva was able to handle.
Today her leads were all in Queens. South Ozone Park and Forest Hills. That meant a mixture of poor and wealthy. Oddly enough, she often made her best sales with poor people, offering them the company's lay away plan. There were no interest charges with the lay away plan, and this intrigued the people who would otherwise have remained without carpeting. Usually, it was the wealthy people who gave her the most trouble. It was also the wealthy who wanted to pay the least. They always tried bargaining her down. If Reva felt a sale was to be made, she allowed them to bargain her so far, but no farther.
By one o'clock she had finished with her first three leads in Ozone Park, and all three were sales. She had lunch, then went to Forest Hills. There she found a woman living alone who had been left a fortune by her husband, but the woman wasn't in the mood to part with any of it. She wanted Reva's most expensive carpeting but at the price of the cheapest. So Reva walked out.
Her second Forest Hills appointment was a young married couple that had just moved into a house and wanted all five rooms carpeted.
Reva sold them her most expensive carpeting. She gave them a different color for each room.
The last appointment of the day, at four o'clock, was with a wealthy widow who lived with her twenty-seven-year old son. It was obvious from the start that momma was controlled by her loving son, and so it was the loving son she would have to sell.
It was a large, two story house, with loads of Victorian furniture, casement windows, and an atmosphere of semi-gloom.
"Mother," Armand Leon said to his dowager mother, "you stay down in the living room while I show Mrs.. . " he turned to Reva, waiting for her to give her name.
"Brent," Reva replied.
"I'll show Mrs. Brent the upstairs and let her take the measurements of the rooms," he finished.
He wasn't bad-looking, not at all. About five-feet-ten inches in height, with black hair that came halfway below his earlobes, bushy eyebrows, heavy cheeks that gave him an almost ape-like appearance, and a rock-solid chin. His shoulders were broad, like those of an ex-football player, which he happened to be, and he had long arms. Reva wondered if he might be some kind of simian throwback. He was wearing a white shirt and neatly tailored brown slacks.
Reva's coat was hanging in the coat closet, and she had on a simple blue dress. It was obvious Armand was interested, but was it in the carpeting? Reva somehow doubted it. She had seen the look in his eyes before, in the eyes of countless other men whom she had turned down. But that had been before Saturday evening and early Sunday morning. Now she was a different Reva. Now the broadloom she was showing them, which retailed at thirty dollars a square yard, and which she was able to discount as low as sixteen dollars would remain at thirty dollars. Armand had told her he wanted to do the entire house, which consisted of eleven rooms and three hallways. That meant a sale of between four and five thousand dollars. It was a sale on which she would have walked out, last week, because she seemed to know in advance what was in Armand's mind.
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"All right," he said, once they were in his bedroom, an almost cavernous toom with a huge bed at one end and all kinds of imagine video equipment, including a recorder, all around. "Let's you and I talk."
"About what?" she asked.
"About me giving you the order."
"You know I'm offering you the best nylon carpeting around," she told him. "What's there to talk about?"
"You and me," Armand told her, shrugging, making no move to shut the door, as if half expecting her to try and make a run.
What he didn't know was that the animalism of him had aroused Reva, partly because of what the other two men had done to her, but mostly because their doing it had awakened instincts in her she had never before realized she had. Another part of her, the part that she was more familiar with, was urging her to turn and run. Yet the first part was wondering what kind of penis this almost monstrous man had, and how would it feel sinking between her thighs. She ached to feel more of the animalistic release she had discovered not too long before.
"We can work something out," Reva said calmly, though inside she was shaking like the proverbial leaf.
The look in his eyes told her he was surprised she had consented so readily. He had sincerely believed she would either have refused him outright, or she would have made him really work to coax her. Her easy acceptance seemed to give her the upper hand, and if there was one thing Armand insisted on, it was control of any situation between himself and any woman.
"Then you agree," he nodded
"On the condition that your mother signs the contract and you give me a down payment of half the full amount, first."
"You wait here," he told her.
"Cash, by the way," she insisted, as he walked out of the room.
When he returned, about five minutes later, he handed her a signed contract, and a packet of hundred dollar bills. She put them in the briefcase she brought.
"All right," she nodded. "When and where?"
"Here and now," he told her.
Was he insane? Here, in the upstairs bedroom, with his mother only a few yards away, downstairs? Was he whacko? He wasn't even making an attempt to shut the door. But the look in his eyes told her he was dead serious about wanting her in here. What was more, Reva knew she was going to do precisely as he instructed.
She walked to the door with the intention of shutting it, but he said, "Leave it open, honey. Part of the fun is letting mom overhear. Don't worry, she won't come up."
"Come on," Reva snapped. "I'm willing to give you what you want, when you want it, and where you want it. But I want some privacy."
"Off with the clothes, honey," he insisted, tapping his foot.
CHAPTER SIX
"I told you, I want the door shut," she insisted.
"And I want it open," he snarled.
Her mind revolted at the thought of having his mother come upstairs and see the two of them animalistically rutting somewhere in the room. Besides, it was daylight. With Len, she had been in a darkened store with almost no light on at all. With Frank she had been in a room dimly lit more by a TV screen than anything else. The idea of being so openly and helplessly exposed was very unappealing, and yet, she had made a bargain.
"All right," she nodded. "Leave the door open, but pull the window blinds. Your windows are directly opposite those of the house next door, and I don't want anyone over there getting a free show."
Armand smiled, knowing his neighbors weren't home at the moment. If they were, he would have not only insisted on leaving the blinds up, but he would have turned on every light in the room as well. The bitch was a bit of a prude. She wanted the room darkened, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was embarrassed at showing her nakedness so readily. Hell! He wanted to feast his eyes on her sensuous body and look at her nakedly supple flesh. What the hell! Give in for the moment, at least until he got her clothes off. Even with the blinds closed, he'd be able to turn on the lights when it pleased him.
"Okay," he nodded. "Go on and close the blinds."
She walked over to the windows, lowered the blinds, and then closed them. The hallway outside the bedroom was dark because it had no windows and all the other bedroom doors were closed. Save for light coming from windows downstairs, barely visible from this room, they were in the dark, and she heard his clothing rustle as he began to undress.
Reva shrugged. There was no getting out of it, now. She unzipped her dress and slipped it over her head, almost stumbling in the dimness of the room. She shivered a little as her fully rounded breasts fell free of her brassiere. Her legs also felt the coolness of the room as she peeled down her pantyhose. Now all she had on were her black lace panties. She saw his brutish masculine silhouette against the closed window blinds as he came closer to her, and she waited for the inevitable touch of his large, ham-like hands.
The shadowy form suddenly gripped her shoulders, caressing them, sending a violent chill down her spine. She shivered uncontrollably as she felt icy fingers sliding over her hips, feeling for, finding her panties, and then pulling them down the curved length of her long, smooth thighs. When they reached her ankles, she stepped out of them.
She felt like a whore. In fact, as far as she was concerned, that was precisely what she was. But she had to do it! A sale like this would more than make up for the fact that she hadn't had a perfect day. Besides, if she didn't surrender herself to this man, then there was every possibility that Len would insist on getting a piece of her back at the store again.
The man's tongue was lapping at her thighs, moving up across the firm flatness of her belly, and she shamefully had to admit that in spite of what she believed herself to be, she was actually looking forward to what was going to happen to her. The man was depraved, yet she was looking forward to his possession of her. Why was she suddenly so anxious to be wanton?
His mouth moved higher now, and a low rumble came from his lips as his mouth opened and enveloped the thrusting nipple of one of her tantalizingly swollen breasts. He sucked at the enlarging bud very gently as he eased her slender body little by little to the torn, shoddy carpeting that was on his floor, sliding his own, bull-like form on top of hers. It seemed ironic that all her sexual experiences of late seemed to be taking place on carpeting. There was a now-familiar tingling rippling through her shuddering, curvaceous loins, and her hands moved as if of their own free will to his shaggy head, runnning through ,he long black hair, pulling him solidly against her breasts as she had done when Len had first mouthed them.
Reva chewed on her lower lip as the knowledge was once again rampant within her that she was no less a tramp than many another woman that she had condemned. Her mind seemingly whispered obscenities at her, as if chewing her out for her behavior. She was calling herself a whore over and over. It was her conscience shouting at her, and yet the tongue of the bull-shaped man conflicted with everything her conscience was telling her. She ought to have been ashamed of herself, but she wasn't, not even a little bit. Perhaps the most shameful thing of all was her total lack of shame. She felt no desire to cry for her lost decency, nor did she feel the urge to reprimand herself for wanting all this to happen. There was no sense of humiliation whatsoever. Rather, her mind was filled with memories, memories of what had taken place between herself and Len, and what had taken place between herself and Frank. Remembrances of everything flashed through her mind as if she were viewing some Triple-X-rated movie show. Added to all those pictures were the new pictures forming in her mind as Armand's tongue continued licking her, sending all kinds of quivering sensations charging through her lust-incited, swollen breasts. She had no desire to rationalize or excuse her terrible behavior. She wasn't surrendering herself for the sake of her job as she had initially tried convincing herself. Nor was she doing this in order to double the price on the order. She was doing this merely because she wanted to do it. She felt it was all right to do this.
She tasted a tiny droplet of blood and realized she had bitten her bottom lip too hard. Perhaps this was some kind of self-inflicted punishment for so readily accepting this hoydenish way of life. Oh the hell with it, already. She was about to be fucked because this was what she devoutly and consummately wanted, deep down.
"Hey, baby, you're okay," Armand told her, heavily panting as he lifted his head from her swollen breasts'.
As far as he was concerned, she had been overcome by his rugged-looking masculinity. When he had been in high school and college, as a star on the football team, he'd had all the sex he'd ever wanted. When he had failed to make the pro teams, then the pussy had all but disappeared, though now and again some chick was overcome by his masculinity and wanted to know what it felt like to have a really solid cock inside her. It had taken a while to find this chickie, but as far as he was concerned, she was like those others who had ached to be with him. It never once occurred to him that she might have had some mercenary reason for initiating this, nor did it occur to him that any cock would have suited her at this point. But it had been quite a while since he'd had himself a good cunt, and as a result he found Reva to be extremely exciting.
He sneered to himself in the dark as he thought about this beautiful woman who had seemingly come out of nowhere just to be fucked by him. She was eagerly panting for his cock. She had a job to do, and as far as he knew she probably had other customers to see, yet she had been unable to resist Armand Leon. The thought made him push the uncircumcised, red-tipped cock against the softly tender flesh of her tantalizingly ivory white thighs.
She whimpered, feeling some kind strong desire as her hands moved of their own volition, slipping from his shaggy head, roaming over his broad, muscular back. She dragged her red-painted nails across his firm, manly flesh, digging into him as if her nails were tiny knives.
Feeling her fingernails digging into his broad back, Armand felt a new and delightful surge of power charging through his aching loins. He pushed the swollenly stiff penis forward until the red, rubbery tip rested against the soft, satin fuzz lightly sprinkled around her temptingly hot cunt. Unable to control her want of him, Reva panted as her searching fingers ran involuntarily over the clenching flesh of his ass-cheeks, then slipped around his narrow hips to tightly grasp the twitching rock-like solidity of his massive prick.
He deeply inhaled the sensuous odor of her attar of rose perfume as he enjoyed the sensation of the warmth of her palm enveloping his gigantic phallus. It was a biggie, all right. Reva realized this one was as long and thick as Len's, and her squeezing it made the bear-like man crush his hungering lips to her full, red, sensuous mouth as he plunged his stiffly wet tongue into the unresisting center of her oral cave.
Screaming for some kind of release as multitudes of tiny flickering fires of excited passion danced over her redly flushed skin, Reva's body jerked upward, pushing against his solidity. She no longer thought about what she had done with the other two men, nor did she think in terms of not being sorry or being ashamed she wasn't sorry. All she recalled of her past encounters were the orgasms; especially the four-in-one she had enjoyed with Frank. She ached to feel it all over again. She wanted to feel it.. . now!
Her aching hand was firmly wrapped around the solid shaft of her masculine aggressor's throbbing cock, milking the pulsating length of flesh to even greater heights of lusty excitement. Nothing, nothing in the world was going to stop her. Reva realized that she had actually used the idea of doing this for a better carpet sale as an excuse. She had been waiting all day for a man to make a pass at her. She hadn't the courage to initiate any action between herself and a man-not yet, anyway. But her body had been hungering for this. She hadn't had any cock at all the previous day, and it became obvious to her that cock, like food, was nourishment she needed at least once a day in order to remain content and satisfied. The hotly flaccid skin she was pulling back and forth over the rubbery head made her realize how great her need was for all this. She was more of a slave to her own body's continued requirements than she would ever be to Len. The nakedly eager cock she gripped was more than anxious to bury itself inside her, and she yearned for it. Right now, she would have paid back all the money she had gotten from this man to have his cock. If he only knew how subservient she had become to the great god Priapus.
"Hey yeah, you're something else," Armand whispered to her as her squeezing, rasping fingers continued jerking back and forth on the pulsating length of the rubbery headed cock.
Armand was still more certain than ever that this woman wanted him. It never occurred to him for an instant that she had no idea who he was at that moment, nor did she give a damn. All she cared about was the burial of his long, thick slice of cylindrical meat in the center of her womanly tunnel. As far as he was concerned, her heat was for himself as a man, and not because he was attached to the one part of him she really cared about. Yeah, man; she really dug him the most. Well, hell! He dug her, too. It was only too obvious she wanted her cunt fucked like all the other broads in the world. His hands moved over her body, touching her, feeling her, rubbing her body, enjoying the smell and the touch of her.
His fingers pinched and yanked at her quivering nakedness, his hands gliding over her flat belly and moving swiftly to their target-the sodden pink labia that lay hidden in the soft forest of ebony down that fuzzily sprinkled itself across her pubic mound. Yeah, down there, between her eagerly trembling thighs, wet and silken, he felt as if her sparse, black forest of hairs was reaching out for the eager tips of his searching fingers.
Quivering, over-anxious for the feel of him, her pinkly flaccid vaginal labia involuntarily spread themselves wide open beneath what little soft, curling hair she had, allowing his searching fingers into the heatedly sodden crevice, brushing against the already erect bud of her pulsating clitoris.
It felt so good, so wonderful, so absolutely delightful to the anxious brunette as his fingers continued to rub over the hardened red bud. She clenched her thighs together and gasped as a mini-climax overcame her. After that, his touching her clitoris was almost distasteful to her because she felt over-stimulated and needed to be touched elsewhere. She pulled her cunt away from him, and when his fingers attempted to follow it, she shrank from him.
Rejection was something Armand was unable to stand. It had been bad enough when he had no longer been able to get the women he wanted following his inability to make a pro football team. But now, to have a hot piece like this suddenly pull away from him just when he wanted her most.. . well, hell, this angered him.
"Come on!" he snapped. "Gimmeee that cunt."
"Go slow!" she gasped.
"Fuck you!" he snapped, and pulling away from her, he leaped to his feet and ran across the room.
Reva listened to his footsteps, then heard the horrible click of the light switch as he turned on the multitude of lamps plugged into the wall sockets exposing her totally naked body to his angrily flashing eyes.
"Hey, turn that light off!" she insisted, her voice a mixture of adamant demanding and pleading softness as she covered her nakedness with her arms.
He stood there, tapping his bare foot on the floor, admiring her. Hell! She had a body to end all bodies, and angry as he was, he intended taking full advantage of it.
Another thing seemingly amused him. As far as he was concerned, she was a whore. Any woman who would give herself to a man she didn't marry was a whore, though any woman who didn't give herself to Armand Leon was a dumb prude as far as he was concerned. Either way, a woman lost.
But the fact that she was a whore and yet a modest one almost amused him. Now, with the light on, and his huge penis waggling in front of him, she was unable to hold her head up and look at him. Instead, she stared down at the carpeting, letting her mind dwell on the sinful condition of said carpeting, and the wisdom of replacing it.
But even as she thought all these things, her body remained kindled and desire still filled her. Even with the light on she knew she was going to submit to what this man wanted. She had no choice. No, it had nothing to do with the bargain she had made concerning the carpeting. If she refused, she would walk out of here madly frustrated, and that would be worse than letting the whole world think she was a whore.
Staring at the whiteness of her naked thighs, Reva was very much aware of the ape-like man's feet on the ratty carpeting in front of her. He had hair all over his feet. Slowly her eyes began traveling up the length of his thick-muscled legs until she saw the huge cock, standing out like a cannon from the heavy dark, curly brush on his groin. Good God! It looked even bigger than it had felt. Her eyes widened at the immensity of it, and she wondered how she was going to fit it inside her. But looking at it also reminded her of the burning anxiety filling her, and she knew she had to have it. Any prick that huge had to be capable of triggering at least one needed orgasm in her interior.
"You know," he laughed, walking closer, "if you wanna play games, you hot-assed little bitch, then we'll play games-my kind of games."
Reaching out, he tangled his fingers in her black hair and suddenly yanked her to her feet.
"Owww!" she wailed, her hands leaving her body in order to move to her scalp in the hope of stopping him.
"Whatsa matter, honey, don't you dig it?" he asked.
"What's wrong with you?" she gasped. "Why are you acting this way? I'm willing to give you what you want. I'm more than willing."
"Yeah, sure, that's why you pulled away from me, huh, honey? Well you ain't getting away from Armand Leon that easily," he laughed, and he shoved her toward his gigantic bed.
Reva fell onto the huge bed, her hands holding her hair where he had pulled it, leaving the full firmness of her rounded breasts and her pubic mound totally exposed to his glittering eyes. She whimpered in pain more than fear as the bullish man came closer to her, his eyes burning with anger. Why didn't he understand her need for cock? Why did he take her pulling away as rejection? God! After a climax, even a small one like that, a woman needs a little time to recover. Jesus! All she wanted was a handsome, good-looking guy willing to marry and support her, and she would leave this damned carpet business so fast. She'd live to whore for this one man, fucking him every morning, every evening, and all day long on the weekends. But life wasn't that simple. No! She was without a husband, and she had to earn her way. That meant,-having already consented to screw for this man, which she still wanted to do anyway, she had to find some way to appease him.
"L-listen," she said to him. "I-it's not you, Armand. It's not you at all," she begged, speaking quickly, knowing she had to calm him down in order to bring things to a satisfactory conclusion for both of them.
"Look, you talk, and fast!" he snarled.
"It's just that you're so good at getting me hot," she told him, "that I came already. You know how you feel after you come. You need to relax just a little, right?"
He looked at her with a hard glitter in his eye, wondering whether or not to believe her. Yeah, it was true, after he came he was in no hurry to come a second time, at least not right away.
"You bring out the real woman in me," she went on. "I'm alive with you, and I feel really good. That's why I came so quickly. I've never met anyone capable of making me come so quickly before." That much was the truth, but only because her body was accustoming itself to orgasms, and as a result was learning to climax more and more easily. It never occurred to her to think even once that something like this had to be wrong. On the contrary, it had to be right.
The huge, bull-like man knelt on the bed beside her, his Neanderthal mind wondering if the lovely brunette was telling him the truth. Reva, realizing she had to prove her sincerity to him, reached out with her hand and surrounded the length of his throbbing cock. Through somewhat fear-filled eyes, Reva watched as her long, slender fingers slid along the length of the rigid shaft to the widely thick base, then jerked back again. She seemed to be trying to hypnotize herself with the lascivious stroking of his cock.
Well, in trying to flatter him, she had actually told him quite a bit of truth. Now she was letting him know in no uncertain terms that she had made a bargain with him, and she would stick by it. No matter how debasing he was, she would do whatever he wanted. A corner of her mind told her she was becoming obsessed with the idea of orgasm, and it was only a matter of time until she tired of it to a degree, as one might of a new toy. But until that time, she had to submit to her body's requirements, requirements brought to life by her employer's cock with such a vehemence, that she would have to do precisely what he had initially suggested if she were going to sate herself.
Armand realized she seemed to be going out of her way to show him she intended keeping her end of the bargain, and once again he believed himself to be irresistible. She was his slave, and he'd be able to do anything he wanted with her. Well hell! He would fix that lovely ass of hers, but good. She'd never turn him down again if he came looking for her.
As if she were actually ashamed because of her humiliating admission to him, Reva continued stroking the man's pulsating cock, her own mind feeling more than a little confusion at the moment, wondering just what kind of feelings a man had in his penis. She was startled when she felt him grip her shoulders, forcing her to release his aching cock, and then he made her lie face-down on the huge bed-a bed she was now able to tell smelled of his masculine self. Luckily he seemed to believe in showers, and though the bed had a strong scent of him, it wasn't one of dirt. For the moment, he was the master and she was the slave, and she would have to do anything that pleased him.
Still uncertain just what it was he intended, she lowered her throbbing head to the pillow, wanting to relax a little. The sensitivity in her cunt was gone, and suddenly a salacious ripple charged through her, filling her with apprehensive pleasure from the tender backs of her pulsating thighs to the heated confines of her flooded vagina. Lying there on her belly, she realized he was climbing on top of her, dragging the full length of his heatedly pulsating cock along the insides of her partially spread thighs.
"Why this way?" she asked, sensing the throbbing organ's hot and rubbery tip sliding along her trembling flesh, burning an entirely fresh path of salacious desire in its wake. The damp, sodden lips of her sucking cunt opened once again of their own volition, expecting to be met by the massivity of his throbbingly jerking cock, yet because of the angle at which his cock seemed to be moving, she understood her cunt, for the moment, would be frustrated.
Reva chewed on her lip and lifted the upper part of her torso so that her breasts dangled helplessly beneath her, swaying from side to side as she rose to her knees, as well. God! She didn't care what position he used as long as he fed that cock into her hungry cunt.
Now the heatedly burning rubber tip slid to the long dark crevice that separated the quivering white orbs of her tender, rounded buttocks and a dim idea of just what it was this man intended suddenly broke through her consciousness. He butted the tip against the little brown ring of her anus, searching for a way through the tiny, elusive little opening hidden between her ass-cheeks.
Oh God! He's crazy! she thought.
She was willing to submit to any erotic demands as long as they had some semblance of normalcy, but this? This was insane! Why in heaven's name would any man want to try and drive something as thick as his monstrous cock inside her asshole? Wasn't it enough for him that she was willing to allow him to fuck her cunt? She wondered which of them was sicker, he or she? After all, she was actually allowing him to do this to her.
There was no way of rationalizing why she was permitting him to do this. But one thing she did realize was, she was panting with anxiety as she felt the swollenly twitching phallus probing at the little brown ring of rubber that was her behind. It seemed to be searching for the opening, confident it was the key to unlock that orifice, forcing her to accept his sadistic intrusion.
Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, the two feelings circled through her reeling brain as beads of perspiration continued pouring off her aching body.
Each confusing thought of the two contradicting feelings cued her tiny sphincter. It clenched and unclenched in rhythm with her beating heart, seeming to grasp at the burning red tip of the stone-solid penis, as if actually trying to tug it toward her untouched anus. She heard him grunt aloud, then was aware of him throwing his gorilla-like arms around her, grabbing her firmly jiggling breasts and tugging her ass closer to him.
"Your asshole's too tight," he gasped, making her sigh with relief at the knowledge he was not about to penetrate her there. But he dashed that hope a minute later by saying, "Gotta make you wet back there."
At first she didn't understand how he intended wetting her back there. Would he use his tongue as Frank had done, sending all kinds of thrills shooting through her ass? But the depraved look in the man's burning eyes told her he wasn't the kind of man who went around putting his tongue into any woman's anus. No! He had something else in mind, something he would enjoy much more as he moved to the side of the bed and brought his groin even with her face. Before she was able to voice any kind of protest, he grabbed her head and pushed it toward his groin.
"Hurry!" he commanded, letting Reva know precisely what it was he wanted, and she also knew there was no way for her to refuse.
Cautiously she parted her full red lips and eased her tongue from her mouth. God! This close, his cock looked every bit as massive as that which Frank had shoved down her gullet. She hesitated for a moment, not because fellatio bothered her. She was getting sick and tired of this man finding different ways to humiliate her. He was worse than Len would ever be.
"Stop playing games," he told her. "You know damn well that if you don't make the old cock nice and wet and slippery, it's gonna hurt you a lot more when I shove the cock into your ass."
She let out a humiliated groan of disappointment, then flicked her long, pink tongue out to wet the burning tip with her own sodden saliva. It didn't taste bad, not at all. Hell! It was just about the same as Frank's, but still, how was any man capable of doing such a horrible thing as sodomy? He guided her face with the palms of his hands, letting her run her tongue all over the throbbing penis. The taste of it filled her mouth with a delectable flavor, and she realized there was a definite difference in the taste of his cock from that of Frank. She assumed that all cocks had a slightly different taste, and it occurred to her that cunts probably had different flavors too, though she really wasn't in the mood to find out about pussy. As if half-detached from reality she continued licking at the twitching shaft, thinking how she would like to have a real man of her own to do things like this with, and how wonderful it would be to be able to love someone and do all these things. But her life seemed so unreal now, except for the continually throbbing ache between her thighs, and the knowledge that in spite of the fact that she had once considered all this depraved, she now gloried in it.
"Jesus!" Armand groaned, and pushed her away, turning her body with his powerful hands, forcing her to kneel facing away from him again.
She knew from the throb in his urethra that her sucking had almost made him come. If her mouth had only clung to his cock a little longer. She would have been able to drain the white flow from within and make his swelling go down, and the chances were he would never be able to raise another erection quickly enough. She loved swallowing sperm. There was something about the cloroxy taste of it that thrilled her. But she was doomed to discover what it was like to have semen blast into her colon. He was anxiously hurrying to guide his cock to her hairless pucker again.
Damn him! It was too big, much too thick! If she allowed him to go through with this, he'd split her in two. She revolved her upraised hips frenetically in the hope of attempting to escape the probe of the heated phallus, but her movement seemed to catch the tip of it in the elastic entrance of her never-before-plumbed rectum. The cock was dribbling with her saliva, heavily lubricated, but she was still certain she would never be able to take it inside her. But his hand slid across her waist, pressing into the flat of her stomach, delving between her thighs, probing for, finally finding the throbbing bud of her clitoris. She gasped at the exciting pressure of his fingers as they rubbed the tiny bud, automatically jerking her buttocks backward, feeling the hot-pointed red tip dig a little deeper into her rubbery ring as she tried clutching her anus shut. It just wasn't fair, damn it! It wasn't fair that a man should have something to probe into a woman, but a woman had nothing with which to probe back. But even as she thought about it, the pressure of the finger massaging her clitoris made her hump backward.
"Please.. . " she whimpered, wanting him to stop, to keep from penetrating her anal tunnel.
Her clitoris was swollen, larger than it had ever grown before, and it seemed to be taking control of her shuddering body. It guided her instincts at the moment, not caring that she was mentally refusing to allow this to happen. Her body wanted all the gratification it had been refused these many years. Now her clitoris ordered her buttocks to unclench, and without the least bit of hesitation the tiny sphincter suddenly relaxed, loosening its tight hold on her defenseless rectal center. She was wide open.
A second passed, then another second, and then the swollen cock was pushing forward.
"Unh! Unh!" she gasped in terror, stifled pains filling her chest as she shook her roundly smooth white buttocks, feeling uncontrolled, rapid shocks of burning electricity blister through her helpless form. It should have been strangely obscene and perverted, but her mind had already rejected such words. The swollen, rigid phallus began making inroads, shoving into her rear tunnel.
It hurt! Dear God! How it hurt!
What if Len were here now, watching what was happening? He'd smirk and congratulate her on using her head to make a sale. The problem was, it wasn't her head that was being used. If she cried out in torment and begged Len to help her, would he? Or would he merely laugh and tell her it was all good for her?
The cock pushed harder, and she realized the corona had nearly penetrated her anus. But much as it hurt, she really didn't want it to stop. Was she a masochist?
"Ghhhaannnn gggggghhhh . . . hhhhuuuunn nngg-gghhhh!" she moaned out loud, the pleasure-pain sensation building toward ecstasy. Nevertheless, it now hurt too much, and she begged, "Stop! Stop! It hurts too much!"
Reva jerked her quiveringly white buttocks from side to side in a twitching motion in an uncontrollable effort to ease the fierceness of the pain that continually grew hotter as the man pushed his flat hips forward with a choking grunt. The pain refused to diminish. It was becoming overpowering, much more than she expected, and she howled as the bowels of her upraised buttocks continued wildly writhing helplessly in a totally futile attempt to escape the hideous ravaging of her previously virginal rectum. Nevertheless, through the pain, she found herself overpowered by her own newfound, wanton lusts as well as the licentious thoughts of sexual desire continuing to permeate her dazedly tormented brain. She continued calling herself a whore, insisting she was no better than a common prostitute. She was worse than a prostitute, because a prostitute had the good sense to keep all the money she earned with her vagina, whereas she, Reva, was only going to keep a percentage of it.
Armand enjoyed the sounds of her whimpering pleadings. He felt an inner sadistic desire as the full length of his hard, thick cock now rested in the depths of her rectum, the head pushing into her large intestine. Now that it was all the way in, he slowly, torturously drew it back until only three inches remained in her ravaged tunnel. Meanwhile, his right hand was beneath, the fingers slipping between her thighs and massaging her clitoris, toying with the hard, swollen button, building the thrills in her to a peak even with the anguish. He was leaning over her back, smiling, well aware he was once again victorious with a woman, as he had been in the old days. He rested for a moment, the bulbous tip of his penis still nestled in the rectal rectory. Then he slowly began pushing the massive phallus deeper into her tightly ravaged feminine tunnel.
It hurt so much, and Reva was intent on concentrating on the pain in the hopeless attempt that it might wipe the desire for sexually wanton contact right out of her. She was aware of the probing phallus again slowly sinking into her anal tunnel, widening it, causing it to stretch beyond limits she had thought herself capable of enduring. This was, after all, her punishment for being so free and easy in her attitude toward sex.
Who the hell did she think she was kidding? That kind of attitude might go fine with some dumb prude, but Reva was far beyond something like that. The hell with it all. Her ass was being raped, and the only way to bring about an end to the pain was to assist in this attack on her bumhole.
She pushed backward, meeting his forward-driving thrusts, her passionate self overcoming her agonized self, as anxious to ease more of the massive flesh baton into her rectum as he was to probe into her. Her rectum clung tightly to it and she was aware of the heavy beat of her heart as she screwed herself onto the mighty awl.
The powerful former athlete continued his lewd attack, undulating his slim, masculine hips, trying to match the power of her groping anal pressure as she kept on thrusting her white buttocks at him. The oils from the tip of his penis lubricated her anal chamber, and as a result, he was able to slide his powerful organ slowly and evenly into her ravished orifice. Pain was still there, still rampant because her rectal tunnel was stretched to its absolute limit. As far as Armand was concerned, he had never had an ass this tight, and as a result, his cock felt longer and thicker than ever. The rapturous desire charging through him would either expend itself in her, or it would kill him.
Helplessly skewered by the hard, rotating thrust of his circular probe, Reva was certain her bottom would be equally divided and her buttocks would literally split apart. She moaned, but at this point she wasn't certain whether it was out of pain or the continually mounting pleasure she felt.
It occurred to her that the pain was starting to recede now, leaving the quivering white orbs of her posterior and tautly strained muscles in her back passage to slowly expand. The lewd thrills continued invading her body, building to greater heights, enhanced by the wantonly overpowering need she felt within her. She had already had a rectal orgasm by finger, and she was suddenly aware how easier it would be to have one with a cock rummaging through her back trail. The obscene desire for a climax in her rear continued to mount as she felt her vaguely pulsating clitoris twitching with the sexual fire that had been burning in it ever since he had initially touched it. His insistently rubbing finger brought her to newer and greater heights.
She was anxious to obey the man when he tugged at her long, slender limbs, forcing her to lie flat on her belly instead of kneeling like the bitch in heat she had felt herself to be. Her quiveringly smooth white buttocks were pillows against which he pressed his own belly and thighs. He lay on top of her, pumping wildly.
The smooth softness of the sofa beneath her countered the savage hardness of his driving penis as it nailed itself that much more deeply into her, creating a blend of sensations that engulfed her quivering form. Her lasciviously maddened nerves rippled uncontrollably as wave after wave of wildly sensuous torment built in her. Her slowly undulating ass-cheeks worked against his groin, and her anal tunnel sucked his cock into her that much more deeply. The hardness of his wiry pelvis smashed repeatedly against the tenderness of her alabaster rear cheeks while her full breasts all but buoyed her up from the bed. The trembling buttocks, temporarily crushed by his weight, would spring right back to life when he pulled away from her, and then once again would seemingly deflate when he drove his massively throbbing phallus that much deeper into the tunnel behind her hairless little opening.
The pain had totally vanished by now, replaced by an insatiable desire for more-feeding on the desire she had initially felt to allow all this to happen in the first place. She loved it, reveled in it, wanted to feel it burrowing into her small intestine and then into her stomach, and finally through her gullet and out her throat. She grunted, hysterical with desire in her defilement and wished for more and more of the stabbing penis.
"Ann! Anh! Anh! Ann!" she gasped as he nailed his savage cock to the depths inside her tortured anus. "Go . . . go . . . harderrr . . . deeperrrr . . . fasterrrrrrr . . . moreeeee . . . morrrree . . . morrrre.. . . "
Her begging plea beat at his lust-filled brain, and the powerful man began stroking all the more quickly and frenetically, plunging the total length of his aching cock to the deepest part of her obsessed bowels. She grunted as her clinging rectum filled itself again and again with the solidity of his rock-solidness. At the same time his fingers were viciously digging into her clitoris, massaging it so frantically she was curious, though not afraid, that he might actually tear the little nubbin from her body. The clitoris jerked insanely. There was nothing left in the world for her but the frenzied fucking she felt; the magnificent sodomy of the degenerate who pile-drove into her. She had wondered if she still had any inhibitions, but by now she was well aware that they were gone, totally and completely gone. She was all alone in this world of insanity with only her cunt, her asshole, and her mouth to protect her from absolute destruction, while helping her to earn a living, as well.
The driving cock of the bull man behind her had widened her anal tunnel until the penis was riding in and out of her rectum almost with no resistance, slithering in and out that much more rapidly as his seeping colorless oils filled her channel.
She discovered she no longer had control of her body. As she lay there, Reva felt her ankles lift themselves until the soles of her feet were pointed at the ceiling, flailing the air helplessly on either side of her. Her legs twitched spasmodically, loosening her ravaged anal tunnel even more, allowing the anxious sodomist behind her to slam even more smashing blows with his hips against the trembling cheeks of her bottom, driving the last final inch of his lust-inflamed cock far into the center of her savagely plundered rear corridor.
Reva winced with delight at the sudden pleasurable feelings she derived from his driving cock as lust continued shooting through her obsessed loins. She groaned softly, hoping he still had a way to go because all this felt so good and she didn't want him to stop-not yet.
Though totally helpless because of the weight of the man on top of her, Reva was thrilled by the power of the tremendous prick that continually skewered its way deeper into her back tunnel. She lay flat on her belly, her whitely perspiring stomach pressing into the covers while her rounded buttocks rotated against his loins, responding to the dogged thrusts of his powerful cock into her narrow anal vestibule. He was pounding into her with all his strength, fucking her as if she were an animal. Back! Around! Up! Down! Moving faster and faster, she realized her frenzied hips were moving without her willing them to do so. Her body bucked on the bed like that of a snared animal, and her wild motions excited him even more as he pressed all the more firmly against her thrusting ass-cheeks.
"Oh wow!" she gasped, arousing and exciting herself, building thrills in her to that ultimate point of no return. She was going to come, and that was all that mattered.
NOW!
The intensifying pressure, the growing balloon of intimate rapture swollen with the need for release, enlarged one more time like a thin-skinned bubble floating high in the atmosphere of lust as it readied itself to burst, her muscles tensing, preparing to uncoil following her final release.
"AAAIIIIYY YYEEEAA AAAAGGGG GGHHHH HHAANNNN NNGGGGHHHHHH!" she shrieked as the balloon of desire burst inside her, gushing through her like a tapped oil well and all the pain and suffering she had endured for this moment now seemed worth it as she began jerking and twitching spastically, her helpless legs flung out on either side of her as far as possible. Sizzling electric arcs charged through her as her rectal orgasm overpowered her completely. Her body snapped like an uncontrolled bullwhip, convulsing repeatedly with the brutal crush of him on top of her mingling with the explosion of completion as it powered through the center of her being. It reached from her back tunnel to her front tunnel, and her cunt suddenly became flooded with a river of vaginal juices as the climax touched her clitoral nerves, making her feel totally fulfilled.
Armand was aware of the raw, burning liquid spurting from her vagina as it splashed on his bedcovers and washed his knees as well as the fingers he was still digging into her taut pussy. The tight muscles in his buttocks flexed repeatedly as he continually smashed his pounding cock into the narrow rectum of her undulating body. His hands moved higher, reaching under her and pushing between her body and the bed, squeezing her full breasts cruelly. He panted obscenities as he continued savagely slamming into her rear tunnel. His balls pounded against her vagina, hitting her already overwrought clitoris, and though she was still weak from her previous orgasm, another one welled up inside her as the man, like a wounded bear, bellowed, "HHHAAAARR RRRRRRGG GG-GGHHHHHHAAAANNNN NNHNNGGHHHHHH HHAAUUUUWW WWWWAAGG GGHHHH HH-UUUUNNNNGGGG GGHHHHAA AAAARRRR GGGG GGHHHHUUGGGG GGHHHH!" and he unleashed the contents of his balls into her ass.
Ten minutes later, she was dressed and leaving. Though she would never see Armand again, he would see her often. Unknown to her, he had taken videotape movies of everything, and he would add them to a collection he had taken of a few other girls he had enjoyed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Though Reva had become a sexual creature, learning, discovering, and enjoying the different ways to sexually perform, she was still a long way away from being the promiscuous woman she imagined herself to be. Granted, she enjoyed sex, but she was quite careful, without consciously realizing it, about the men she chose. Yes, she chose them, even though they were the ones to seemingly make the initial move. She hadn't been aware that she had been flashing come-on signs to Armand right from the start. No man in his right mind would have been able to mistake what her eyes were saying. Nor would any heterosexual man in his right mind be able to refuse the invitation she was offering, unspoken though it might be.
The reason most of her other male customers didn't try making a play for her was the cool, almost frigidly reserved attitude she adopted when with them, letting them know she was there strictly to offer carpeting, and nothing else. Prior to her experience with Len, she had always been gracious and smiling, and as a result had unwittingly invited advances she'd had to refuse. But now things were different. Her attitude was directly connected to the way she felt about a male customer. When in the heat of sexual battle, she said four-letter words, but otherwise never allowed them to pass her lips.
A week went by, and once a day she had managed to get her share of some cock or other, although the men she selected were all pretty straight, and for the most part were either loving husbands, or very intelligent bachelors who had no hang-ups. Len was far too busy working to bother her.
It was Friday evening, and she had already collected her leads for the following day. The only one in the store was Lil, and since it was six, Lil was closing.
"What's on tonight's agenda?" Lil asked.
"Nothing much," Reva replied, squirming a little because she had not found a suitable man that particular day and her body still craved sexual satisfaction. Still, she wasn't the type to go to bars.
"How about having supper with me?" Lil asked.
Lil was taller than Reva, and she was thinner, almost, not quite to the point of being scrawny. She had nice enough breasts, but they weren't anywhere near as full as Reva's. Her waist was just as narrow, but her hips were slim, almost to the point of being boyish. She had long, brown hair that fell halfway to her waist, and her large eyes created an appearance of innocence, though innocence was something she had lost more than a year before. Her nose was short and fairly straight, and she had a pert little mouth. She wore jeans and a blouse most of the time, and now she was putting on a heavy wool-lined jacket as she prepared to leave through the rear.
"Aren't you eating with Len?" Reva asked.
"He's away on business, at least until later on," Lil shrugged. "You know how he-likes to go out in the field and make sales."
It was true. Len had a fixation about proving he was his own best sales person, though secretly he had to admit Reva was able to sell rings around him and the rest of his sales force.
"I don't know.. . . " Reva shrugged.
"Hey, come on, Reva," Lil insisted. "I mean, I'd like to think that since you've been working here, and since I've been going with Len, you and I have become friends."
"Well, I suppose we are friends," Reva nodded.
"So then, let's go and have supper together, and afterward, we can go to my apartment and dish the dirt a while."
"Why not!" Reva shrugged, well aware she had nothing better to do.
So the two ladies went out, found a good Italian restaurant, and filled themselves up with Veal Scaloppini and Spaghetti Marinara. Afterward, they went to Lil's apartment in the neighboring village, and they relaxed while Lil stacked a bunch of LP records on her Hi Fi record player. She produced a bottle of wine, and asked Reva to pour while she disappeared into her bedroom. When she reappeared a few moments later, she was wearing a bathrobe over her under things. She felt glad to be out of the jeans and blouse.
Reva, wearing a simple green-and-white dress, was seated on Lil's sofa holding a glass of wine while there was another full glass on the table. Lil took it and sat beside Reva on the sofa. She sat very close to Reva, so that their thighs were touching.
"I hate it when Len's away making sales," Lil said, sipping her wine. "I feel lonely."
"I know what you mean about feeling lonely," Reva nodded.
"You?" Lil asked. "You're not committed to any one man. You can have any man your heart desires."
"Not for any length of time," Reva shrugged.
"Ah, you mean you want a man of your own, one to whom you can remain faithful," Lil smiled.
"Of course," Reva nodded. "Aren't you faithful to Len?"
"I suppose," Lil nodded. "But then, Len has always been able to see beyond the physical, which is why he and I are engaged. But you, you have all the physical qualities men want in a woman, and I'll admit quite frankly to a little bit of jealousy toward you. I mean, you have such nice breasts, not too large, not too small, and those hips of yours, well, honey, when you walk and swivel them, every man around has his eyes on you."
"Oh come on now," Reva shrugged, realizing she was a bit shaken by Lil's words of praise. She was also a little unsure of how to accept the compliment.
She decided it had to be the little bit of wine Lil had sipped. Some people got drunk just smelling the stuff. She sat back and took a good long look at Lill, studying her, not as a friend or even as a person, but as a female, as a sex object, and she decided in spite of Lil's feelings of supposed inadequacy, Lil had everything to attract most men.
Reva wondered what Lil looked like totally naked. Her head was swimming, basically because she was not one with a strong resistance to alcohol, and the drunkenness she had attributed to Lil was, to a mild extent overtaking her. Without realizing it, she was thinking about what it might be like to be a man and caress Lil's body. Hell! The girl might not be as voluptuous as herself, but she had enough equipment to make any man want her. She wondered about the length and thickness of Lil's nipples, curious how they looked in their sensate state.
She was a bit shocked as she suddenly realized what she was thinking, and she smiled embarrassingly as Lil caught her gaze. This made her sip a little more wine, and as a result she became a bit more intoxicated. Lil leaned over her to a cannister sitting on the coffee table in order to extract a cigarette and her small, firm breast, under her robe, pressed firmly against Reva's arm. Reva smelled a heady, musky scent, and realized Lil had put on some cologne, almost as if intent on seducing someone. But who? There were no men around. Lil straightened and searched for a match in her small handbag on the end table, her knee-length robe riding up with the sensuous movement of her hips.
"Yep," Lil went on, lighting her cigarette, drawing on it, then exhaling a great quantity of smoke. "I think a gal like you would have no trouble attracting the right guys, and well-built ones too, if you know what I mean. Well-built in the money department, and well-built in the groin. Remember, don't ever marry a man until you've satisfied yourself as to the size and thickness of his cock."
"Lil!" came a horrified gasp at the girl's use of such a word so casually. Reva would never dream of saying something like that while in a quiescent state.
"Hey, come on, now," Lil laughed. "This is just girl-talk between us adult women," she insisted, smiling at Reva. "Are you going to tell me you've never said dirty words?"
"No," Reva admitted. "It's just that I don't use them so casually."
"Oh come on, a word is just a word, and the best word is the one that easily describes what you're talking about. Men use them all the time. Grow up a little, Reva. You can use them too."
Reva hesitated, more than a little embarrassed, sorry she had brought the whole thing up. Her mind was swimming because of the little bit of wine she had taken, and what Lil was suggesting at this moment seemed like innocent daring, and nothing more. It was a private game shared by the two of them, and no one would be hurt by it.
"Come on," Lil encouraged. "Say a dirty word."
"No!"
"Say cock!"
"This is ridiculous."
"I know, but say it anyway."
"It doesn't mean a thing," Reva shrugged. "After all, that's just another name for a rooster."
"Well then, say it!" Lil insisted, stubbing out her cigarette.
"Cock!" Reva shrugged, and for some reason she felt herself blushing horrendously out of control.
"Say something else," Lil encouraged. "Come on!"
"Screw!" Reva said, realizing she was taking a certain amount of pleasure in the usage of such a word without being heated up or aroused. Lil was right. It was about time to end the taboo on certain words. She felt more than a small surge of pleasure in her vagina, and she actually giggled a little, though it was the wine affecting her more than anything else. "Screw!" she said, louder.
"Screw?" Lil said, disparagement written all over her. "What kind of dirty word is that? Screw? Come on, when a man wants to empty the contents of his balls in your cunt, what does he do to you, Reva? Use the real word."
"F-fuck!" Reva stammered, wondering why she was so embarrassed about using the word in front of Lil when she hadn't been about using it in front of Len.
"Thatta girl!" Lil encouraged. "Now let's make a sentence of some of the words. Come on, you can do it, Reva."
"I don't know," Reva shrugged, feeling a sexual thrill building in her despite the fact that there was no man present.
"Look," Lil said to her. "Len and I have no secrets from one another. I know about what happened between him and you last Saturday. Now tell me, in one sentence, what happened between Len and you, and what did he actually do?"
The sound of Lil's words continued building arousal in Reva. Thrills continued swelling in her loins, and she noticed Lil licking her lips, her pink tongue circling them and leaving them glistening.
"P-please . . . " Reva said, blushing again.
"Where did Len fuck you?" Lil persisted.
"In-in.. . . "
Damn! She wasn't certain she was capable of saying something like that. But then this was ridiculous. It wasn't as if she was actually such an innocent woman. By now she was certain she had known more men, in the biblical sense, than Lil. God! She felt like such a prude in front of the younger girl, and it was obvious Lil was enjoying her embarrassment. Hell! It wasn't as if she was giving away some important secret about her life. If she had used the word with Len, there was no reason why she ought not to be able to use it with Lil. Besides, Lil was a friend, young though she was.
"Come on!" Lil encouraged.
"Len fucked me in my cunt," Reva finally stated.
"Sure," Lil nodded nonchalantly, as if the word meant nothing to her. "Just like he fucks me in my cunt."
She leaned back on the sofa and stretched out her legs, resting her feet on the coffee table, and to Reva's astonished gaze, she began massaging her thighs and her belly with her two hands. She stroked into her genital area, moaning softly, and Reva realized the younger female was as much in heat as she.
"You know, Reva," Lil went on. "Sometimes, when Len isn't around, I go out of my mind with the desire to feel that big, thick juicy hunk of his salami fitting between my cuntlips. Hell! My pussy gets so hot I think the juices coming out of me'll sizzle my panties." She grinned lasciviously at the black-haired woman.
"Sometimes," she whispered as if sharing a conspiracy with Reva, "I walk around without panties, letting the denim of my jeans rub into my crotch and arouse me. When I get home, I take everything off and walk around naked so the cool air can calm the fires building in my pussy."
Under normal circumstances, Reva would have shrugged off the confession. She didn't give a damn whether Lil wore panties or not. But at the moment she was feeling very heady and very aroused, and she took another sip of her drink and said, "Is that a fact?"
She was picturing Lil walking around with no clothes on, but her mind was still unable to capture a picture of what Lil really looked like, naked. The thought of seeing Lil with nothing on built strong arousal in her shuddering body.
"Hell! I get so hot when Len isn't around, if I didn't know how to relieve the ache, I'd go out of my skull," Lil admitted.
"Oh?" Reva asked, unsure what the other girl was talking about
Lil's hand delved under the sofa cushion at the far corner, and she brought out a book of photos. Actually it was a magazine. When she handed it to Reva, the older woman opened the magazine and for a moment she thought she was looking at a male fornicating with a female. But she took a second glance and realized both people in the picture had breasts. She began turning the pages, and to her amazement she saw photos of women in all kinds of different positions, but there were always at least two women on a page, and the two were always fondling one another, sometimes titillating each other's breasts manually, other times licking with their tongues. There were photos of females with their fingers in one another's vaginas, and there were even pictures of women sucking other women's cunts.
"Does this arouse you?" Reva asked, not knowing why, but feeling simmering arousal building in the depths of her own belly.
She turned to look at Lil, who was sprawled on the sofa with her robe open, her legs spread wide apart to reveal the whiteness of her silken panties. Lil was still rubbing herself as she smiled and said, "Come on, now, are you going to tell me that looking at that doesn't get to you?"
"You can't mean it?" Reva insisted weakly, the juices in her own feminine cauldron already starting to bubble.
"I definitely mean it!" Lil told her, nodding. "Hey, look, we're friends, so there's no reason why we can't be open and honest with one another. I'm being frank with you, and there's no reason why you can't be completely honest with me. Don't you feel the urge, at this very moment, to spread your legs for the first thing that comes into fucking range?"
"But these photos.. . they're perverted. The women in here are doing a host of unnatural things."
"All they're doing is enjoying themselves, Reva," Lil insisted. "I mean, they don't have any men around, so what else is there for them to do? I mean, aside from fingering yourself. When Len leaves me all alone, I take off all my clothes and lie on the bed inside and look at girls making it with each other while I play with my own pussy until I get some kind of small satisfaction."
"Oh come on, Lil," Reva sighed.
She ought to have been shocked, but somehow she wasn't. In fact, at the moment she was mixed up, and she realized she ought not to have had anything to drink. Alcohol always made her mind fuzzy. As it was, her vision was fast becoming distorted. It had never occurred to her to play with herself, but she knew her mind wasn't rejecting the thought. It was something new to add to her sexual repertoire. Still, this wasn't the thing to discuss casually with another female, even if the female was a friend. But the alcohol was in her bloodstream, and though it was hardly enough to affect most people, her own head was reeling. The thought of Lil's salacious confessions and the pictures before her were a combination too strong to counteract at the moment. She felt a delightful wickedness churning in her shuddering body, the prickles of arousal stirring in her blood and marrow.
"Unnnng!" Lil gasped, her finger under her crotch-band and massaging her clitoris. "God! Reva! I don't think I can stand this."
She suddenly yanked down her panties in front of Reva, kicking them off to the side, brazenly exposing the entire pink richness of her narrow vaginal slash to the other woman. She looked at Reva through narrowed eyes. Lil always calculated everything well. By now, she was certain Reva was too far gone to resist. Her robe was wide open, revealing her brassiere, a bikini-style job that barely contained her round breasts. What was more, she was brazenly spreading her thighs even wider, giving Reva an even more intimate view of her.
Reva sat there not knowing what to say. A week earlier she would have been angry with Lil. She would have picked up her purse and stalked out of the apartment. Now things were different, though she still had a certain innate modesty that needed overcoming. She had never before witnessed such total wanton abandonment. Oh she had seen other naked females when younger. Her husband, when she had been married to him, had taken her to see girlie shows, and before that, she had been in shower rooms with other girls in high school. There it was necessary for girls to reveal their private parts. But no one had actually flaunted her vagina or her breasts at any of the other girls. Here, now, Lil was behaving in a rather shameless manner, openly admitting her unfulfilled needs and her most decadent practices. It would never have occurred to Reva to use her own hands to alleviate the hungering sensations in her body. Nor had it occurred to her to look at pictures for stimulus. Just looking at a naked man was enough, and when there wasn't a good one handy, her mind managed to conjure up pictures of the naked men she had known and enjoyed. Oh yes, she had enjoyed every one of them. For some reason, she was capable of climaxing at all times before any of them, no matter how quick or how slow they were to come.
"Unh!" Lil gasped. "All I can think of at the moment is feeling lips kissing my cunt."
She spread her thighs even wider and rotated her ass-cheeks on the sofa cushion, her one hand sliding up and down in the rich coral valley between her loins. Her other arm reached out and somehow managed to drape itself over Reva's shoulder as Reva still looked at the book. Though it seemed an act of friendship, the intention was to keep Reva from leaving the sofa.
"Look at the way those girls are going at it," she whispered to the older woman, referring to the magazine. "See what they're doing? They're kissing like lovers, intermingling tongues, fingering one another's cunts . . . aaahhhh. . . . "
Reva wanted to keep her eyes averted from the way Lil was licentiously massaging her clitoris, noting the anxiety in the younger girl. She found herself fascinated and unable to look away unless it was to stare at the photographs, and these were no less arousing. She swallowed hard, suddenly realizing her throat was dry. Once more her eyes drifted back to Lil, drawn to the soft, downy pubic triangle of fleecy brown. God! There was a strange attraction to female pubic hair for some reason she was unable to fathom. What was more, looking at her flesh made Reva ache to cringe and pull away, and yet, at the same time she wanted to become more involved.
"Ahhhhhh. . . that feels so good.. .so good.. . . "the lovely slender girl moaned, her body shuddering and out of control.
Lil was constantly rotating her hips, slamming them against the thigh of the older woman as she rotated her fingers in the lust-dripping furrow of her aching vagina. Her legs were slightly bent to allow her entire hand access as she continued to anxiously massage her vaginal slash. The inner flesh turned from coral to a deeper red, to a rich crimson, and she was panting harder and harder, her belly rising and falling rapidly. She pressed her head against Reva's unmoving shoulder and tightly gritted her teeth.
"Gggghhhhuuunn nngggghhhh!" she gasped through clenched lips.
"Stop it, Lil," Reva insisted. "Please . . . please.. . I would appreciate it if you'd stop this."
'Why?" Lil asked. "I'm only doing something I happen to enjoy very much. I thought we were friends, Reva. We understand one another, and we both understand that when there's nothing else to do, masturbation seems to be the one remaining outlet."
Her wetly glistening vagina was now wide open and clearly seen by the older woman, and the shocked Reva was able to inhale the perfumed natural scent of her. Much as she wanted the younger girl to stop, she suddenly discovered herself to be much too close in spirit as well as in desires to the slender Lil to be anything other than a highly sympathetic and strongly emphatic comrade.
Reva really didn't know what to do. Tears of frustration and indecision clouded her eyelids, and with a certain shock she realized she, too, felt a strong wetness between her own thighs. With a horrified jolt the older woman was suddenly aware her own hips were starting to grind and rotate, moving unconsciously at first. What was more, the tips of her breasts were swollen and in pain, along with her inner vaginal core, actually hurting in response to Lil's teasing of her own loins.
Lil was definitely not nearly as out of her so-called rational mind as she hoped to make the hapless woman with her believe. On the contrary, she was in total possession of herself. She simply enjoyed what she was doing, always reveling in the displaying of her full, curvaceous body in lascivious and debauched ways in front of others she knew capable of being seduced, whether male or female. But in spite of the absolutely delightful sensations trammeling through her quivering form, one sane portion of her brain kept a very close watch on Reva, eyeing her reactions. With a certainty born of cunning and far more experience than Reva would ever have in so short a span of time, she allowed her hand to slowly slide down from the older woman's shoulder and cupped one of the bigger globes of the lovely raven-haired female. She squeezed, immediately.
Reva shuddered at the alien feel of a woman's hand on her breast. She began nibbling at her lower lip, hard, and for a moment she tried pulling away. But the aching wretchedness inside her spread like an uncontrolled forest fire, and she discovered herself responding to the other female's gentle touch. Reva realized she had slowly, expertly been maneuvered out of a will to resist. Her hand dropped the magazine she was holding, and she groaned, noting it landed on the coffee table with the pages open to where two blonde beauties were frozen in a sixty-nine position, the same pose she and Frank Porter had once adopted.
Lil waited until the older woman totally surrendered herself to the movement of the younger girl's fingers, then she moved her arm back and pulled down the zipper in back of Reva's dress. Her hand then moved inside the upper part of the dress and she began fondling the fullness of Reva's mammary through her brassiere, cupping the swollen orb and pulling on the nipple, teasing it. All the while her other hand continued tantalizing her own clitoris, moving with an uncontrolled and abandoned motion.
Lil sighed, softly mewling as her hand slowly pushed the brassiere up until Reva's breasts popped free and hung below the restraining garment. As it was, it took all of Lil's willpower to keep herself from actually tearing Reva's dress off, then pulling off her brassiere as well so she'd be able to drink in the absolute loveliness of Reva's body. She knew without actually seeing them they would be lovely.
A woman's breasts, another woman's, that is, aroused Lil almost as much as the sight of a man's phallus. She loved sucking on a woman's nipples almost as much as she did performing fellatio. Granted she loved men more than women. She was a pure hedonist when it came to the appreciation of the human body and human genitalia, especially men's. But there were times when the soft, milky skin and velvety smoothness of another female was a pleasant variation from what she was used to. Especially the skin of a woman like Reva Brent, who still needed to be totally awakened to the hidden depths of her own individual sexuality. It made everything more exciting this way.
Reva was trembling, almost ready to burst into tears because of the tensions tearing through her soul. First she had been all but raped by Len, then she had been introduced to fellatio by Frank Porter, after which she had been sodomized by Armand Leon. For the rest of the week she had indulged herself in straightforward missionary sex with three other men, and now she was allowing herself to discover what it was like to love and be loved by a woman.
Lil's hand was massaging her breasts, first the right one, then the left-swelling them into granite solidity. As a result, she felt her labored breath coming in short pants as she twisted against the sofa cushion in the hope of regaining control of herself and putting out her internal fire. It was unmercifully swallowing up her entire interior, flaring through her loins. Her eyes remained glazed as she looked at the sexually arousing photos spread out in front of her, after which her eyes returned to the expert way Lil was massaging her quivering breasts, while at the same time rubbing her own cunt. Her ears picked up sounds of the lascivious and salaciously inciting entreaties the younger female was murmuring into her ear, words she hadn't heard used by a woman before, but were no less exciting coming from a woman as they had been when coming from a man. The tremblingly aware saleswoman pressed her pillarly thighs tightly together, jamming her hands into the base of her belly in a single, final determined effort to overcome the seething passions inside the pressure cooker within her aching body. In her somewhat befogged mind, she was aware she would very shortly not have any strength to fight off the lust that was digging into the very center of her quivering physical self. Not that she was afraid of any consequences, but one had to draw the line somewhere.
But why? Why did one have to draw a line as long as one was doing something pleasant? As it was she was slowly being driven to the point where she would have to have some kind of release. Why was Lil, of all people, trying to seduce her? After all, that was what Lil was attempting to do. It seemed ridiculous that she, an adult, mature woman, was unable to take control of her emotions instead of being guided by some youngster barely out of her teens.
Then Lil was moving her left hand again, allowing her fingers to slowly worm their way down the rippling flesh of Reva's belly over her rumpled dress, moving to her legs. Reva had removed her pantyhose in the Ladies Room at the restaurant. Her work day had been over, and the pantyhose kept her legs from breathing. Now Lil was touching her bare flesh. At the moment, the younger female was stroking Reva's upper thigh, tickling the soft flesh of the inner loin, and
Reva was aware of her body automatically responding, just as it would have to a man's touch. Tiny, excited spasms shot through her quaking form. She desperately tried wrenching herself from the forces of nature that made her respond, and then, as more tantalizing sensations crawled on spidery legs through her quivering belly, making her already large breasts swell even more, she found it impossible to remain there, sitting still and doing nothing.
"No!" she gasped out loud, staring at Lil. "You mustn't! Lil! I don't mind the things I've done with men, but this . . . this is wrong."
However Lil seemed to no longer hear her, totally insensible, her mind seemingly in some kind of dream world because of the way she was still masturbating while goading her body to the point where Reva would also feel the need for relief. It was obvious Lil had no intention of stopping, not for anything or anyone. It had been her plan from the start to gain enjoyment from Reva. If Len had the right to Reva, then so did she.
As far as Lil was concerned, all that she had done was only a kind of sexual appetizer. The entree was yet to come, and when it did, it would be totally eaten-literally. This thought alone made Lil tighten her columnar thighs as she pressed the fingers of her other hand into the crevice between Reva's thighs.
"Please . . . Lil . . . don't.. . . " Reva gasped, now desperately fighting her own inner feelings along with what Lil was doing to her. "This just isn't right. We're both women. It's one thing to play with men, but to play with other women.. . . "
"It's no less natural," Lil murmured as if in a dream. "Pleasure is the only thing in the world that's natural.
All restraints put on pleasure, pleasure that doesn't hurt anyone, are unnatural. Tell me you don't like what I'm doing, Reva. Come on, let me hear you say out loud that what I'm doing is sickening and it repulses you, and that you can't bear to see me ever again. Come on, say it, if you have the strength to lie to me as well as to yourself."
Reva was unable to say anything. Her voice had caught in her throat.
"I thought so," Lil smiled, looking at her. "You like all this just as much as I do. God! Your cunt's so hot right now you can't really take much more, can you?"
Her fingers grazed the soft nylon material of Reva's panties, and she ran a finger along the crotch band, feeling the soft down and the rounded pout of the older woman's vaginal lips. She continued sliding the tip of her finger up and down the wispy band of cloth, as if imitating what she was doing with her other hand to her own vagina.
"Unnnhhhh!" Reva gasped, making no move to stop her.
"You love the way my finger is rubbing your wet cunt, honey," she smiled. "I can tell it very plainly. I feel the way your juices are oozing out and staining your panties. I can sense the way your pussylips are twitching, the same way my own cuntlips move when I'm about to take a cock into me."
Reva's face turned a bright red. It was all too true. What Lil was saying was factual, and she miserably trembled with ecstasy because of the way the younger woman was rubbing her vaginal split, realizing what this admission meant. Her body was now putty in the hands of a knowing woman as well as in the hands of a man. She shivered uncontrollably as she realized how capable she was of responding to a female as well as a male. She hated herself for being so sexually responsive, and yet she had no intention of trying to subvert her feelings. Thrilling sensation pervaded her, running deeper and deeper inside her, and now she was writhing on the sofa, her body more and more wantonly abandoned and out of control. Slowly she turned her lovely face to look at the countenance of the female beside her, staring down and seeing Lil's head resting on her shoulder. Opening her mouth in order to breathe better, she tasted the smooth brow of her friend's forehead and it made desire ripple even more powerfully through her quivering form. The initial insanity of being made love to be another woman now turned to a sane reality as emotional turmoil burst through her shivering shape to the point where all she cared for was satisfaction. She felt a thrilling desire for inner release; release from the burning pyre of mounting sexual stimulation. She had to be brought to the crest of total completion and know the pleasure of relief from the continued torture-torture wracking her genitals as well as the inner womb within her.
Lil smiled a soft, triumphant smile to herself. Reaching up with her lips, she kissed the tip of Reva's earlobe as Reva turned her head. She sensed that from now on she would be able to do anything she wanted to, and if Len was intent on abandoning her in the evening to go out and make more carpet sales, then she would at least have Reva for compensation. Yes, she would keep Reva on the brink of lust at all times, and if and when she chose to go and hunt for other men, she'd be able to take Reva with her. What men in their right minds would be able to resist two women who looked as they did? At the moment, her main interest was in completing her seduction of Reva. Un-like the older woman, Lil had sampled all kinds of love after she had surrendered her virginity to Len, and that included a touch of bi-sexual love, though before she had always been involved with Len and another female. This time, she had a delectable woman all to herself.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You have a fantastic body, Reva," she whispered softly and enticingly. "Take off your clothes. I'll take mine off. We'll be naked together and I'll teach you how to please me while I show you how I can make you happy."
Reva's mind was suddenly filled with panic. Lil wasn't actually ashing her to undress. Lil was ordering her to remove her clothing. Her teeth sank into her lower lip almost to the point of biting open her old self-inflicted wound because she knew she was unable to resist this woman's order. Her body was betraying her, and she had no choice other than to surrender to it.
Slowly she sat up, then got to her feet, and pulled her dress down off her shoulders, squirming it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. After that, she undid the hooks of her brassiere as it all but hung around her neck, and then she peeled it off, as well.
She breathed deeply and strongly as the hand Lil had used to masturbate now reached up and cupped the fullness of her breasts, leaving a trail of lubricious ointment across her quivering white flesh. She wriggled as the hand tugged at one nipple with just enough firmness to arouse it, making it swell to the bursting point. A wetness in her sodden vagina continued bubbling as she realized Lil's other hand was still caressing her labia, as if attempting to soften them.
Lil pressed her hand all the more firmly against the pouting split that was Reva's pussy while her other hand stretched the tender roundness of the older woman's breast until the hard, brown nipple was finally near her anxious mouth. Opening her mouth, shaping her lips into a tiny oval, she sucked the hard bud of tender flesh deep into her anxiously salivating oral cave. Her satin oral labia pulled frantically, a kid pulling at its nanny's udder, and all the while her hand continued caressing the rest of the breast, making it throb with anticipation. She nipped with her sharp teeth and felt the sweet flesh pulse, and then she curled her tongue around the inflamed nipple.
Reva was helpless to do anything other than writhe, squirm and wriggle as she moaned with rapturous happiness. She allowed the wonderful sensations to roll unimpeded through the tenderness of her writhing belly, her bouncing breasts shuddering with un trolled ecstasy as pure sensation took control of quivering mind and inner soul. Her hand had be fumbling with her half slip, pulling it down, forcing to take her hand from the sump between her thighs for the moment. But the lips and fingers that were locked on her breasts were, in themselves, almost too much to withstand. It was as if the woman inherently knew that Reva's breasts were ultra-sensitive and reveled in stimulation. She had homed in on them with an unerring accuracy, now certain the lovely brunette saleslady was her slave and would totally capitulate.
Reva was sitting on the sofa again, but not until her hands had also pulled her panties down to her knees. She peeled them along her calves now and let them fall to the floor. Even before the cloth hit the floor, Lil's anxious hand was pressing against her vaginal mount, anxiously widening the inflamed and sticky lips, tugging them apart.
Reva sighed, overwhelmed by the intense desire filling her as it cascaded through her shuddering form, causing sensation to emanate from her tingling lips as Lil's fingers rubbed up and down in the valley and massaged her clitoris while teasing the wetly dilated hole leading to her womb. She gasped, then began to whimper with need as the younger woman forced one, then two fingers into the tightness of her vagina, allowing the fingers to move with a slipperiness, sinking ever deeper into her, making loud sucking sounds. Reva's head hit the back of the sofa, and she lay there, her breasts wobbling with her breathing, her thighs wide apart, surrendering herself to total abandonment, soft gurgling noises coming from the depths of her throat. Her aroused hips were leaping uncontrollably, writhing in circles and churning upward to swallow more of the fingers fucking into her. Then there was a sudden halt, fingers being tugged from the gaping slash of her aching cunt, and Reva opened her eyes, anxious for more and wondering why Lil had suddenly stopped.
Lil was hurriedly pulling her robe off, tossing it to the floor. Then she was unhooking her brassiere, taking it off, revealing the rounded orange-sized breasts, breasts that stood up magnificently. She moaned as her eyes once again feasted on the soddenly soaking, matted brown-haired pussy. Saliva formed in her mouth though she was unable to understand why. She stared, totally enraptured by the swell of the lovely breasts, breasts with nipples a dark brown.
Reva made no protest at all when the younger female came to her, forcing her to lie on the divan and then sprawling herself on top of her, making her spread her thighs wide apart. She looked up into hungrily sparkling eyes as Lil smiled, looking Reva over from top to bottom. Yes, the older woman looked wonderfully wanton quivering as she did with thrilled expectation.
"Darling," Lil whispered to her. "I'm going to make you climax as you've never climaxed before, believe me." Her voice was heatedly seductive, her head leaning forward, her nostrils emitting hot air on Reva's chin as she said, "Kiss me, Reva!"
Reva stiffened as the soft, warm, delineated lips of the young, slender female closed over hers, and she shuddered as a darting tongue began probing into her mouth, forcing her to separate her lips that much more widely. There was a feeling in Reva that to kiss
Lil would be to make all this that much more obscene, almost as if there were some kind of love and affection between them rather than merely a basic urge to lessen the tensions the two of them were feeling; tensions that unbearable strained at their loins.
But Lil had her hands cradling Reva's head now, and after a moment of hesitation, Reva surrendered to the insistent tongue, opening her mouth and allowing the oral organ to slide past her teeth. Their mouths were fused tightly together, and Reva found herself uncontrollably responding with all the passion she normally reserved for the man who had been making love to her. She sucked the other woman's tongue, savoring the slick feel of it, conscious only of the sensations of the French kiss causing her to tremble all the more.
"Well?" Lil asked. "Shall I make you come?"
"Yessss. . . . " Reva hissed. "Make me come like crazy, Lil. Make me come the way you promised, as I've never come before."
The insane abandon of her own salacious demands made the older woman's head reel. Her blood was pounding in her temples. Nothing really mattered other than the carnal fact of here and now, and the wonderful flame burning in her interior needed sating.
The couch seemed to shift a little, and Reva was suddenly aware that Lil had changed her position somewhat. She groaned as the younger female's hands began a feathery trail over her flesh, and her entire torso quivered as Lil sucked and kissed the swells of her breasts with her hotly burning lips. Then the couch sagged again, and the long, very slender body of the beautiful Lil was stretched out lying beside Reva, forcing her to move against the back bolster and bend the littlest bit. Reva's eyes had been closed for a moment, but the musky scent making her nostrils twitch caused her to open her eyes and she realized she was staring into the sodden center of Lil's aching cunt. She had reversed her position. At the same time her own throbbing vagina was wide open and being offered to Lil. Good God! They looked just like the picture in the magazine.
But even as the idea of what was happening might be sordid to the glassy eyed brunette, Lil was once again hard at work, planting long, searing feverish kisses on the tantalizingly burning flesh of Reva's belly and upper thighs. Her passionate vagina was tingling with a roar of furnace-like heat, swelling and expanding the inner walls and curlicued inner labia. Reva's mind was spinning out of control as her newfound friend caressed her lower body with her hands and mouth, but she managed to temporarily resist the oral invasion of her vagina by clamping her thighs tightly together. It was one thing for a man to kiss her vagina, but the idea of a woman doing it seemed too unnatural, even now, after all she had willingly undergone at Lil's hands. It seemed unnaturally perverse, and even more wicked was the idea of allowing herself to kiss the other girl's cunt, much less to actually suck it. No, she had to call a halt here and now.
"Open those lovely legs, Reva," Lil insisted, her voice soft, but filled with urgency.
Without further hesitation Reva did precisely as Lil told her, and Lil touched Reva's sensitive pink flesh with her probing fingers. She turned her head to one side and her eyes were just about level with the pink triangle covered by soft brown down. The taut, coral cuntlips of the woman who was manipulating her vagina seemingly stared back at her, a tribute to total femininity. Lil raised her upper leg, bending it somewhat so the full glory of her pouting vaginal pandiculation was wide open to Reva's staring eyes.
Reva had never really thought of a woman's vagina as something that might arouse her. But as hot breath from Lil's mouth was blown all over her own vagina, the licentious sight before her face took on newer, greater qualities of shuddering arousal. She tentatively brushed her fingers over the stomach of the woman lying beside her, and she became aware for the first time that she was just as able to make Lil tremble as Lil was able to affect her. The slender female moaned with quaking desire, and little droplets of heady lubricity continued to seep out and moisten the coral edges of her cunt. Reva had to admit the skin felt good to touch. She allowed her hands to play up and down the slim torso of the other female, circling her thighs and buttocks, though she didn't have the nerve to actually dip her fingers into the tantalizing cauldron surrounded by pink flesh and brown hair.
Sudden shock took complete control of her as she felt Lil suddenly kiss her, a tongue planted against her pubic mound directly above her vaginal opening. Lil's tongue snaked out again, and a muffled sob rose in Reva's throat as her tongue made direct contact with Reva's quivering clitoral button. Then she licked molten swaths all the way along the length of the fleece-lined cuntlips, right down to the opening of Reva's burning vagina.
Reva allowed all thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion to leave her mind as she found herself swept up in the total encompassment of ecstasy. She shoved her thighs forward, giving Lil greater access to her vagina. She, in turn, suddenly discovered she was clinging to the rounded cheeks of the other woman's ass, gripping them with overpowering strength and her face was pressing into the brown wisps of soaked hair. Ripples of loathing and shame coursed through Reva, but it was all overridden by the inundation of sensuality and passion.
I can't do it, she thought. I can't do it!
But without realizing it, she was doing it. Her lips and then her tongue burrowed into the sodden cleft of the lovely younger girl. Her head seemingly oscillated like a tuning fork, her tongue working slavishly as she abandoned herself to her position. Her nostrils were filled with the delicate bouquet of female genital scent, the aroma wafting from Lil's interior. Her own cunt was aching with the combined demons of her friend's hungry oral attentions and the excitement of her own lascivious actions.
"Hhhhaaaannnngggghhhhhh!" Lil gasped, lifting her head for a moment. "That's it, Reva. Lick faster, faster, faster!"
Reva lapped hungrily, a kitten working at bowl of milk and honey, her tongue teasing the extended clitoris of the younger female as Lil was teasing hers. This was insane, but she loved it, and now she understood only too clearly why men liked doing this to women. She was slavering as she continued tonguing and kissing and sucking the pink nodule of trembling flesh. All the while Lil was busy within her own vaginal fleshy confines, sucking the juices from her cunt as they spilled forth. Her insides were about to explode and her tongue thrust harder and harder, every inch of herself on fire. Then she was coming.
The walls of her clamping vagina grasped at Lil's working tongue as if intent on pulling it from the lovely woman's mouth by the roots. Her clitoris quivered as it was massaged by driving lips and nibbling teeth. The muscles in her abdomen writhed against the torture of her untamed fury and she checked and gasped as she strove to bring her newfound friend to the same completion that was crawling up on her. Finally, with a loud, "HHHHAAAUUUUWWWW WWMMMM-PPHH HHRRRR WWWWWWAAUUFFMMMM RR-RRLLLL GGGGHHAAAA AAWWHHHH!" her body shuddered and she jerked against the face of the lovely slender female as wild orgasmic juices flooded heavily from her heatedly pulsing vaginal orifice.
Lil was well aware of Reva's explosion as oily juices splattered continually against her face, and then her own orgasm hit her, taking total control of her shuddering body and sending it surging against the bobbing face of the older woman, her cunt pushing into Reva's mouth as it sought the much-needed release, aching for longer, hotter mouthing as she crooned out her own climax.
Reva had a second and third climax as Lil completed her first, the two women hungrily licking, and then they were drained. They simply lay there, unable to move for a long, long time.
That was the way Len found them when he came to the apartment, using his key to let himself in. The sight of the two naked bodies aroused the animal fires in him, and he knew he was going to have himself one helluva ball.
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, well, well, looks like we're gonna have us a little fun," Len said, starting to unbutton his jacket, throwing it on the floor.
Reva was embarrassed at having been caught in such a position. It was one thing to do something like this with Lil, but to be caught at it by a man, any man, terrified her.
"It's not what you think," she gasped.
"Come off it," Lil teased her. "He's not blind."
"Look, it might be a good idea if I quietly got dressed and just left," Reva insisted.
"The hell with that," Len said. "I'm gonna ball you both, but I've never seen two chicks go at it, so you two start fooling around a little, and when I'm ready, I'll join in."
"No!" Reva gasped.
To become involved in lesbianism was one thing, but to put on a show was something else again. Onlookers would make her freeze.
Len walked over to her, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom. He dumped her on the bed with Lil right behind him. He said to Reva, "Honey, you're going to do exactly as I say. If you don't, remember, I can always give you the sack."
"You always hang that job over my head," she sobbed. "One day it'll backfire and.. . . "
"What?" he asked. "Come off it, Reva. Until you find a guy of your own, you aren't going to be able to leave. So lets stop playing games and lets get right down to the fun, huh."
Turning on his heel, he walked over to an armchair in the corner of the bedroom and he pulled it over to a good viewing position. Then he nodded to Lil, who, refreshed after her rest, was raring to go.
"You look like you need a drink," Len told Reva, and he handed her a glass.
Without thinking, the shocked brunette took it and drained it. It wasn't until the fluid hit her belly that she realized Len had given her some raw gin. If sipping some wine made her tipsy, the raw gin made her really woozy. She stared wide-eyed at Lil, unable to focus for a moment because of the shock of the drink in her stomach and the behavior of both, Len and Lil. There seemed to be two of Lil, two long, willowy, overlapping, totally naked, slender, hands on hips, firm breasts thrusting out, the nipples already enlarging with anticipation.
Lil rolled her slender hips from side to side as she walked around the room. Her belly was taut, sheened with perspiration and some of the oils that came from her inner self. Her V-shaped triangle of light-brown pelvic hairs glimmered in the light coming from the room's lamps, one on each night table. She looked incredibly arousing, even though she had already enjoyed one orgasm.
Reva didn't know what to think, or even if she was capable of thinking at the moment. The shock of having been discovered by Len had frightened her, and the even greater shock of the gin in her gut made her sit on the bed, unmoving.
"Len!" she blurted out, as if to protest this treatment of her. She was a person, not a thing. She had certain rights, and this man was usurping them merely because he was her employer.
The depravity he was showing didn't surprise Reva though she hadn't really understood to what lengths he was willing to go. He intended watching as Lil put on a show with her, and then he intended taking them both on. She wanted to get out of this before she sunk even deeper into this depravity. No matter how much she learned, and no matter how far she went, there seemed to be more and more and more. There had to be an end, somewhere.
Len handed her another glass, and without thinking, she downed another two ounces of gin. The burning sensation as it ran down her throat shocked her out of her paralysis for a moment. She leaped to her feet, intent on leaving, even if it meant running naked into the winter street. A sharp slap from Len's hand across her mouth sent her tumbling back onto the mattress. She sobbed as Len poured her another ounce of gin. He handed her the glass and she emptied it, too bleary to care any longer. Now she was in no condition to think of leaving. She was at the lack of mercy of this couple, and she knew they would use her any way that pleased them.
"Why're you doing this?" Reva slurred.
"Because I'm enjoying it," Len replied. "Life is short enough, and it's loaded with disappointments. I believe in getting as many kicks as possible, as quickly as possible. You're one of the kicks, Reva."
Reva was unable to understand everything the young man was telling her because her attention was constantly moving back and forth between the two of them, her eyes trying to focus on Lil in case the slender girl suddenly made a grab for her. In point of fact, Lil was already kneeling on the bed, and Reva was horrified to see the brown-haired girl was already between her widespread thighs. She tried clamping her legs shut, but she was unable to do so because Lil's shoulders were already in the way. She struggled, but it was to no avail. Already totally naked, she looked that much more arousing as she attempted to fight off the younger female's advances.
CHAPTER TEN
"You must be giving off some bad vibes," Lil said to Len. "She was so nice and amenable before, and now she's suddenly become hostile."
Len smiled, shrugging as he said, "I think Reva holds me responsible for her 'corruption,' though the truth is, I'm responsible merely for waking her to the needs of her body. I figure that with a little help from you, we'll make her understand, once and for all, that her body is a vessel for pure pleasure, and we're two people who can constantly bring her that pleasure."
He would have given Reva yet another drink, but it was obvious that Reva would shortly pass out if she had any additional alcohol introduced to her system. He let his hand run over her rounded shoulder, and then walked back to the overstuffed chair and sat, intent on merely being a spectator for the moment.
Reva felt totally humiliated at the moment. Whenever Len was around, he had the faculty of making her feel ashamed, for a little while, of what she was doing. This, in spite of the fact that she had initiated so many other sexual encounters since the first time he had raped her. She was defenseless against this youth.
Shutting her eyes, she hoped that by not looking at him, she might be able to shut out the shame she was feeling. She sensed the brutality and the animal mannerisms in him, and she realized further resistance would merely antagonize him. He was the kind of person who wouldn't hesitate to hit her. He had proven as much.
Reva was already aware of the soft caress of Lil's delicate feminine hands as they ran over her nakedly quivering thighs. Lil was touching her in that erotic way of hers, allowing her fingers to linger against the tingling soft flesh of the inner loins until she felt ready to explode. Then Lil's fingers began trailing up to where Reva's hands were automatically cupped and pressed against her vaginal lips. Her eyes were still shut, but that didn't stop her from hearing Lil say, "It won't do any good to resist, Reva. Remember, I'm a girl too, and I've already shown you I know what turns a woman on. We both know I'm aware of what turns you on."
Gently Lil tried prying the tightening press of Reva's fingers away from the swollen cuntlips. This only made Reva press her fingers in that much harder, the tips digging into the softness of her inner labia, automatically arousing her though arousal was the one thing she was attempting to fight. Her action forced her blood-filled pussylips to separate, exposing her clitoris.
Reva's entire body once again began to go through convulsive shudders as she felt Lil's expertly tantalizing tongue licking softly along the insides of her trembling thighs. She pressed her hands all the more firmly against the swell of her cuntal area, but she was already gasping, soft moans oozing from between her lips. She realized more than ever that Lil was unbelievably adept in spite of the fact that she was almost ten years younger than Reva. By now it was obvious Lil had practiced with other women. It wasn't something that had come naturally to her. Obviously she had practiced all the different things she had shown to Reva in the magazine.
The drunkenly naked saleslady felt her nub-like clitoris swelling and enlarging, becoming bigger than ever before. It was a tiny capsule of raw flame despite her attempt to fight back the blaze inside her.
"Uuuunnnggggghhhh! Godddddduhhhhh!" Reva gasped.
Lil's tongue continued its licking and lapping, moving closer and closer to her feminine swamp. She was licking at Reva's hands now, attempting to probe its wet way between her covering fingers. This caused shivers of lust to course up and down her shuddering spine.
God! Reva wanted to go home! She didn't want to get turned on again. But so delightfully obscene and lewd were the other female's oral ministrations at her straining thighs that little shocks of pleasure, like electric static, crackled through her entire willfully responding torso. She quivered and quaked.
Reva snapped her eyes open, staring wildly around the room. She focused on Len who was sitting back, leering with shameless delight as he puffed away on a cigarette. He licked his lips as he leaned forward, watching the way his young fianc'e continued licking hungrily up and down between the black-haired woman's slowly parting thighs. He stubbed his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and rubbed his hands together with anticipation.
Reva almost felt Lil's searing eyes seemingly boring into her pinkly glistening gash in spite of the fact that her fingers still ineffectually covered the lips of her cunt. She was aware of Lil's hot cheek resting on the sensitive flesh of her shuddering thigh, close enough for the younger female's nose and lips to be tickled by the sparse, silken pussy hair curling between her fingers.
The more Lil's tongue continued hungrily probing, the harder Reva resisted, this time intent on not surrendering her body to simple physical lust for its own sake. But the harder she resisted, the more her fingers pressed against her cuntlips, and the more she excited herself.
Lil's tongue was darting this way and that, searching for some kind of opening between her fingers. She sought a weakness as Reva, in order to keep from feeling even more arousal, continued moving her fingers, inadvertently massaging her own pulsing clitoral mound. The desperate defensive motions merely served to increase the wanton lust continuing to build inside her. Reva realized there was no way she would be able to continue the struggle against this vibrantly salacious and thrilling arousal.
Her hot cunt was becoming that much more sodden and soaked, and her moans continued increasing as Lil's burrowing head found one corner of her vagina unprotected, and the licking tongue literally probed, all but actually forcing her to lower her fingers another fateful fraction of an inch. Now the skilled younger female began lapping hungrily and furiously while Reva clenched her teeth and fought with what little moral strength she had left. Moral? Was she trying to be moral? Now that was ridiculous. Yet she had her own standards, and depravity had to start somewhere.
The utterly delightful and delectable sensations clamoring through her quivering body were in no way foreign to her. She had come to know them so well, she suddenly realized they had become second nature to her, to the point where they had taken control of her body away from her mind. Dear God! No matter how hard she fought, it was no use. There was a raging need firing up her pussy, and that need had to be satisfied all over again. Her moans increased and her heart fluttered as if she had been injected directly in her vein with some strong and overpowering aphrodisiac.
"Haaauunngggghhhh!" she gasped, an involuntary groan coming from her voice box.
"Why not just lie back and relax," Lil said to her.
Then the younger female took Reva by surprise, darting her lovely face lower so that her tongue found the enticing shadowy crevice between Reva's rounded buttocks. She licked there crazily while her fingers worked to widen and separate the older woman's firmly rounded gluteal spheres. Reva gasped and moaned incoherently while Lil worked her hands under her desperately churning buttocks to cup the two spontaneously wriggling half-moons in her hands. The slenderly energetic brown-haired fianc'e of the youth watching all this tilted Reva's hips upward ever so slightly, and the lovely black-haired woman shuddered as she thrilled to the pressure of Lil's tongue flicking heatedly over the tiny, sensitive puckered hole that was her anus. Anytime a tongue touched her rear tunnel, it was as if a piece of ice had been shot straight up her spine-dry ice, at that.
"Haaaiiiggghhhh!" Reva gasped. "Oh my God! My God! That feels so damned good!"
Dumbstruck with the realization that she was letting them know how aroused she was, Reva moved her hands to stop the younger woman. But it was too late. There was no stopping Lil now, and she began working her tongue and lips over the vault of Reva's cunt, as her mouth had lapped it earlier, and once again Reva was out of control as her pussylips were hungrily engulfed.
Reva twisted and wriggled helplessly like a fish out of water, thrusting her hands solidly against the other girl's perspiration-dotted forehead in an attempt to push her away. But all that movement did was urge the lovely brown-haired girl on, and she lapped harder. Reva found her hips wildly rotating and spinning as she thrilled to her impalement on the probing tongue. It slipped deeper and deeper between her vaginal lips. She clenched and ground her buttocks, moving them up and down, up and down, realizing how utterly and totally helpless she was against the searing tongue thrusting deeper and deeper into her vaginal crypt. It was so good, she realized she was no longer able to resist it.
Her mind flew back to her first cunnilingual experience. Len was the first one to lick her pussy, though it had only been for a short instant. He had awakened her to her needs, but she realized he lacked Lil's finesse when it came to something like this. Lil, being a woman and knowing what turned a woman on, was applying her knowledge and her skill to keeping Reva fully aroused. Her eyes fell on Len, still sitting there in that damned chair, watching. He had to force her every time, and every time she ended up enjoying it.
The impassioned brunette lifted her head, using her elbows to keep herself braced as she peered in an attempt to watch Lil. Her eyes filled themselves with the bleary, intoxicating spectacle of Lil's soft brown hair streaming like a banner over her own passionately bucking hips and moving thighs. She was aware of the soft magic puffs of heated air coming from the other girl's nostrils grazing her thighs, merging with the maddening wet kisses being planted there by Lil's wetly slurping tongue as it furrowed into her glistening vaginal slash. The tongue moved from the open hole of her vagina to her tiny, blood-stiffened clitoris.
The aroused brown-haired girl was withdrawing her head from between Reva's helplessly splayed-apart loins, a demented look of hungering desire written all over her face as she literally hurled herself on top of the older woman and began grinding her own aching vagina into Reva's saliva-coated cunt. Her soft, fuzzy pubic hairs continued massaging Reva's continually flooding pussy and excited the saleswoman that much more.
"Split those sexy legs as wide as you can," Lil ordered.
Her head was whirling and she didn't know what to do. But a moment later she heard Len repeat Lil's order, and she knew if she didn't obey, he might hurt her and she would obey anyway. He was so intent on enjoying himself, he didn't realize how aroused he was by the sight of all that was taking place. Reva saw his cock, looking like a lead pipe in his pants as it throbbed.
"Go on!" Len ordered. "Let her clit-fuck you. Spread your legs so she can rub her hot pussy against yours."
The obscenely pinned-down black-haired woman felt Lil's long, supple form pressing against her own full body. She was aware of the way the other woman's firmly swaying breasts and distended nipples were grazing solidly against her own nipples. The pretty brown-haired female lowered her mouth, pressing her lips to Reva's heaving mounds. She sucked on one nipple until it became a brown bullet of desire causing thrilling tingles to blister their way through Reva's entire naked torso. Once again she felt as if a balloon was beginning to inflate in the depths of her body, a balloon that might burst at any moment, depending on the next whim of either Len or Lil.
"Come no, come on, open your legs wide," Lil intoned, licentiously prodding Reva's thighs with her own hands.
Lil began grinding her vagina solidly against Reva's exposed cunt as the intoxicated older woman began mewling with a certain amount of pleasure. She thrust her hips upward, moving as if on ball-bearings. As the brown-haired girl and the black-haired lady continued rubbing their excited vaginas together, Reva turned her head and watched Len, who was now removing the rest of his clothing. He dropped everything carelessly on the floor, then he moved over to the side of the bed, his thickly rigid and shudderingly swaying penis jutting out in front of him, staring at her with its sightless eye-an eye that was drooling with anticipation.
Len, his mind reeling with awed excitement, fell down on the bed beside the two excitedly humping women. He crawled along the mattress until his hips were on a level with theirs. He lay on his back for a moment, staring at them, aware of the stiffness of his phallic wand.
"That's mine!" Lil reminded him as she reached out and surrounded the throbbing organ with her fist.
She began tugging on his cock, not merely jerking on it, but pulling, forcing him to lift his hips higher on the bed, and soon she had his penis level with their faces. With her other hand, she turned Reva's head to the side, pushing the older woman's lips toward the throbbing head of Len's cock. Reva was so far gone in her arousal, she no longer needed much urging. She opened her mouth wide, then clamped her lips over the pulsing rigidity of her boss's rock-solid member. It was like a velvet-covered bone in her mouth, and her lips pulled at the corona, sucking instinctively. Odd that she had been violated by this man to begin with, but his was one cock she had never sucked before. It was as gigantic and resilient as any of the other phalluses she had all but masticated. The shaft slid back and forth between her lips, stretching them. Her lips nibbled up and down the length of the shaft. At the same time, she was well aware of the other woman's hair-covered pout continuing to grind back and forth in a wild and maddening rhythm, keeping time with her own depraved sucking of the man's throbbingly erect penis.
The younger female smiled as she watched all this. Reva knew how to suck-almost as well as she.
The brunette's cheeks began bloating and hollowing, working and pulling to yank in more of the youth's massively rigid penis, wanting to feel the head in her gullet. At the same time she felt the other girl slithering down her writhing body until she was once again burying her face in Reva's cunt and wildly licking. Reva continued sucking solidly on Len's unbelievably long, thick cock, gripping the balls to keep him from pulling back too far, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure to build erotic charges even higher in his young body. Her knees raised themselves and her feet pressed flatly against the counterpane as she parted her thighs as widely as possible. The soft termors of awakening passion had built to wild, uncontrollable eruptions as she felt a climax overtaking her as certainly as she was slurping on the phallus in her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, letting the other couple know how close she was to the edge of fulfillment, her lips continuing to maddeningly suck on Len's penis.
But just before the lovely brunette's desire-convulsed torso stiffened into orgasm, the younger girl stopped tonguing her vagina. Reva felt like murdering her just then.
"My turn to do some cocksucking," she said to Reva. "Move over honey, and let a pro show you how it's really done."
Lil lifted her head and slowly crawled up over Reva's curvaceous form until her mouth was on a level with Reva's. Reva was almost angry when Len pulled his throbbing penis from between her lips with a loud popping sound.
She stared, realizing she was feeling a certain amount of excitement from merely watching Lil's mouth, a few inches away from her own, slide down over the passion-bloated head of Len's throbbing cock. The younger female ran her tantalizing lips lovingly over the bulbous head, then opened her mouth that much more, intent on gobbling in the entire length of the broad cock. Her cheeks were already bloated as the thickness of the phallus pushed them outward.
Unable to lie quiescently by, Reva leaned forward and let her tongue slurp at the man's penile base, as well as at his balls. Her tongue washed over the wrinkled sac again and again, and she hoped that by doing all this, she would be able to build another orgasm inside her. She still lay beneath Lil, who was continually rotating her vaginal mound against Reva's while hungrily sucking on her fianc''s pulsating cock.
Reva was still woozy with gin, but she was no longer sick. Her mind, though not crystal clear, managed to focus itself sexually on the pressure of two cunts rubbing against one another. It was as if the two female sumps were striving to somehow complete a union that was impossible because of the lack of a penis.
Len stared and found himself going out of his mind as he gazed at the two wanton females. He rammed his cock all the way to the back of Lil's throat, then tugged it completely out of her mouth and slammed it into Reva's mouth. Then he moved it back to Lil's mouth. Back and forth he went, his hips rotating from Lil to Reva, letting the lovely older brunette suck his organ, and then dipping it into the mouth of his fianc'e. The two females were becoming more and more passionate with every passing second, pausing only to kiss one another greedily on the mouth while Reva held her employer's long fleshy stake like a hammer in her hand, then offered it to Lil to suck on.
"Yesss.. . do it, Lil.. . suck his cock.. put your lips around his cock and suck until you drink his sperm."
With a guttural sound, Len suddenly broke free of the two females. The situation was getting out of hand. He had lost control, and he had to regain it. Sliding away from them, he crawled around behind the two of them.
Reva gasped as his additional weight was felt on top of Lil's-who was still sprawled on top of her. It was an obscene kind of sandwich with Lil in the middle.
It took less than a second for Reva to figure out what Len was doing because of Lil's movements. He had rammed his throbbing phallus into the younger female's oven-like pussy from behind and the other girl was moaning insanely with her lips pressed against Reva's. The expression on Lil's face was one of utter bliss as she closed her eyes and softly moaned and groaned.
"Fu' meee . . . fu' meee.. . " she gasped into Reva's mouth.
The driving thrusts of the youth as he pounded his hard cock into Lil's tunnel were felt by Reva, beneath. Each thrust slammed Lil's body all the more firmly against her own. The entire bed was rocking violently, and Lil's flat belly was writhing uncontrollably, rippling so that her clitoris was rubbing against Reva's. At the same time, Lil was stabbing her tongue into Reva's mouth, as if fucking her with the oral organ.
Then Len shifted his weight on the bed, and the older woman clearly heard the sound of his cock's lubricant-slickened length as it slid slurpingly from the narrow strait of Lil's clinging cunt. Then she gasped as she felt him lifting her buttocks with his hands so that the tip of his penis was able to part her own unresisting vaginal mouth. He had himself in a position to move his hungering cock from one feminine kiln to the other at his own will, and now he powered the full length of his throbbing organ into the woman on the bottom with a violent stab. Lil's added weight between them acted like a softly shuddering buffer of seemingly resilient foam rubber, increasing the lascivity of his wildly licentious fucking. The tight, wet heat of Reva's starving cunt sucked tautly around the throbbing length of her employer's rampaging cock. Her vaginal vacuum pulled like an obsessive leech, and the now-shamelessly excited brunette felt as if she was capable of two dozen or more orgasms, and the more she would have, the more she would need. God! Sex was good, but it had never before been this good.
"Ummm . . . hhhhhhaaaann nngggghhhhhh!" she humped into the mouth of the passion-filled Lil who was still kissing her. Reva wanted this to go on forever.
What was more, it appeared that this was precisely what was going to happen. They started changing positions as if playing some kind of silly game. First it was Reva on top of Lil, staring down at the younger girl's pretty face while Len fucked into her gratefully accepting cunt, dog-style. Then it was Reva making all kinds of salacious sounds as she remained kneeled over Lil's brown-haired pussy, lowering her head and slurping loudly with her tongue while nibbling on the puffy labia and turning them bright red.
Each time before, she had been certain she had learned all there was to know about sex. Each time she had discovered there was still more. Now she wondered just what more was there. She had made love to men in every way possible, and she had learned to make love to a woman. Finally, she had made love with a man and a woman. Surely this was all there was to know. She knew Len was watching her, getting a big kick out of seeing the prim and proper Mrs. Brent do something lewd and improper and immoral. He was excited because he was the one who had initiated her into all this. She sank her face into the dribbling center of Lil's seething core, her tongue licking voraciously as she slurped the younger female's erect clitoris with all the strength she was able to muster. Behind her lovely kneeling form, Len grabbed his saleswoman's buttocks and began kneading the soft globes of her ass-cheeks with wild avidity. All the while he continued fucking her, keeping her in this kneeling, animal-like position, constantly plunging the full length of his ramrod home until its turgid head slammed against the back wall of her hot cunt.
It was all so wonderfully savage and magnificently wild. This was too much, much too much. Reva ought to have objected to this kind of sluttish, animalistic treatment, but she responded to it and knew her body loved it even if her mind still thought this somewhat depraved. Her mind formed another picture of herself kneeling and lapping at the feminine fount between Lil's thighs while Lil's fianc' was thrusting the full length of his driving cock into her sodden pussy from behind, forcing her delightful face that much deeper into Lil's steamy cunt. At the same time Lil was tightly gripping her black hair with her hands and grinding her hips up from beneath, and it was all enough to finally bring her to the orgasm she had narrowly missed, earlier.
"WWWWAA AAAAUUUGGG GGHHFFFFRR-RRLLLLUUUUWW WWAAAAUUUUUUUUWW-AAAA AAFFFFUURR RRMMMMRRRRFFFFFF!" she bellowed into the feathery softness of Lil's pussy, her face sodden with oily juices.
like a crack of sizzling flame she found herself orgasming again and again, her body wildly wracked and convulsed by an inner pleasure so sweetly overpowering and intense, her entire body seemed to melt to butter, becoming liqueous as, with a deep moan, she collapsed.
It ought to have been over, but it wasn't.
Reva was moved to the side of the mattress, enjoying the way her body was inwardly tingling as she watched Len start to really go to work on Lil. She watched him pounding away on top of the slender brown-haired girl as the latter wrapped her thighs tightly around him and dug her heels into his buttocks, making him slam his pelvis into her tight little belly. He powered into her with all his might while Lil moaned and gasped with uncontrolled rapture. She saw the other girl's orgasm starting, noting the way the writhing girl reached down and grabbed Len's ass-cheeks, pulling him that much more deeply into her.
Her eyes tightened and closed and Reva felt a sympathetic undertow of delight charging madly through her own ravished vagina as she watched her employer's long, blood-bloated length of cock pull out until only the knob-shaped head was left inside. Then the organ sank all the way inside the girl's convulsing cunt. Again Lil kicked her legs out on either side of the man's muscular torso, groaning throatily, then opening her mouth and screaming, "EEEEYYYYAAAAIIIIII YYYYYY EEEE AAAANNNNNNGGGGIIIIIIEEEEUUNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHH!" She spasmed as her muscles flexed, her heels beating a wild tattoo on Len's buttocks, and then she fell back onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh, panting for air.
Len, still not sated, scrambled up from his exhausted fianc'e, and like a wildly uncontrolled stayr, leaped on the lovely young Reva. His licentiously impaling stiffness slid with some difficulty into her constricted cunt, even though it was drenched with her orgasmic juices. The walls within reacted automatically, and clasped him tightly, sucking him deeper than ever, urging him to fuck her until he had drilled her into the mattress. She wanted to be screwed to death.
"That's it, that's it . . . " Lil breathed heavily, still trying to regain her breath. "Fuck her like that!"
Reva's sucking cunt began to dilate again, just enough to give him the right amount of resistance, milking his cock into a stiffness and rigidity it had never previously known. Her hips seemed to be spinning circularly as she pulled his organ that much more deeply into her. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, his hard chest flattening her breasts like cushions, seemingly not caring if he cut off her breath.
Then he came.
So did she, all over again.
After an hour's rest, they started all over again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Her bout with Lil and Len turned out to be the first in a series that ran through the winter. Reva wasn't overjoyed simply because the other two involved were her employer and his future wife. She continued making sales, but this didn't deter Len from using her. What was more, she was not only being invited to their wedding in May, but was also being "invited" on the honeymoon. She seemed to be some kind of catalyst that both of them needed, and Lil once frankly admitted when Len wasn't around that sex just didn't seem to be as good between them without Reva being there.
But Reva wanted a man of her own. She didn't like the idea of sharing some other woman's male until they finally got tired of her. When that happened, she might just as easily lose her job as well as the three-way sex games she had been playing with them.
While working, she still found men who appealed to her, and she went to bed with them, shortly discovering that because of Lil and Len, she was not only more expert than most of the men, but far more knowledgeable. What was more, her expertise with these men soon brought her to the stage where she was surpassing both Len and Lil in the sex games. She had more stamina, more agility, and her mind was far more inventive. It seemed to bother Len, yet it didn't deter him from using her, though it was obvious he wasn't getting quite the same kick from it. After all, once upon a time, she had been a real novice, and his enjoyment had been in teaching her.
Her sales production picked up sharply, and she was taking home more than a thousand a week after taxes. But she was a slave to her emotions, and she had some kind of sexual encounter at least once a day, save for the four days of the month when she was unable to do so.
CHAPTER TWELVE
In spite of all the talk about taking Reva on their honeymoon, Len and Lil went off on their own once they were married. They left Mary-Ann, the Girl Friday in charge of the store, and Mary-Ann ran everything with clock-like regularity. But Reva found it harder to find satisfaction with Len and Lil gone. On those days when she was unable to find action on the outside, she invariably turned toward her employer who always managed to satisfy her one way or another.
It was a Saturday in May, and Reva, after a particularly harrowing day in which she had seen and sold eight different people, returned to the store to hand in her contracts. She was surprised to see the store seemingly empty when she walked in. Mary-Ann was usually at her desk, but no one was there.
Hands suddenly grabbed her, one around her arms, the other clapping itself on her mouth. A voice softly said in her ear, "You just take it easy, Mi; s. You walked in at a very inconvenient time."
A strange man she had never seen before suddenly came out of the accounting office and walked over to the door. He turned to the man who was holding Reva, and he said, "We forgot to lock it."
He locked the door, and Reva had an opportunity to look at him. The lights in the store were off, but some light filtered through the windows even with carpeting stacked in front of them. The man was young, tall, with blond hair, a small mustache and a babyish complexion. His hair was cut short, as if he'd just come out of prison. He was wearing a gray shirt and blue slacks.
The man behind her let her go, and Reva had an opportunity to see him. He wasn't too tall, about five-feet-eight, with sandy reddish hair, a somewhat blotchy complexion, and an extremely powerful body.
"What do we do with the broad, Abe?" the blond man asked.
"Now what do you think, Dan," the red-haired man replied, his eyes taking in her white blouse and dark skirt, noting the shape of her figure underneath.
Reva was frustrated from not having had a man all day, but she wanted nothing to do with these two, who were obviously here to rob the store.
"What did you do with Mary-Ann?" she asked.
"You mean the cunt that was here when we walked in?" Abe asked, grinning broadly. "We got her tied up in that back office with the lights out. We was gonna boff her, but you came along, and I'd rather screw you, any day. If Dan still wants the other one. . . . "
"Hell, no!" Dan muttered. "I'd rather have half of this one than all of the other one."
"Yen! I figgered," Abe nodded.
"Keep away from me!" Reva gasped.
Abe didn't bother answering her. He simply slapped her across the face, hard. She staggered back, and then he hit her twice more. The impact made her fall to the floor. She tried to rise to her knees in order to steady herself.
"Look, chickie," the red-haired man told her. "I'm the one who says what we can do and what we can't do."
As if to emphasize what he was saying, he reached down and slammed his open hand against the side of her head, knocking her over. Then he stepped back.
"Clear?" he asked.
"You must be insane!" Reva gasped, staring at him, holding her cheek.
"Just horny," Abe told her. "Dan and I were in prison. We just got out. We need money, and we want some cunt. The chick back there gave us some money. I expect you'll give us more. But we also want your cunt, got me?"
"You'll get thrown back into prison for this," Reva told them.
"We'll be long gone by the time you call any cops," he snorted.
"She sure looks scared," Dan laughed.
"That's the way we like 'em," Abe snorted, "scared!
This way, she'll do just what we want her to do. I don't think she's ever been royally fucked by a pair of horny cons. Am I right, lady."
"Betcher ass on it, lady," Dan smiled. "I ain't had a pussy in so long I almost forgot what one looks like."
Reva's trembling continued, but mingling with the fear was the strangest anticipation. Two men! She had never taken on two men at once. She wondered if it was possible for her to handle them. Her vagina was already quivering with anticipation. Just when she thought there were definitely no new sexual experiences.
"Now!" Abe said to her. "Dan and I wanna look at the goods, so to speak. You can leave the blouse on for the moment, but take off the panties and the stockings, or whatever it is you're wearing underneath, and hike up that skirt, lady."
"Better do what he tells you if you don't wanna get slapped again," Dan told her.
Shuddering, Reva reached for her skirt and tugged down her panties and pantyhouse. She had to kick her shoes off to remove everything. She draped it all over a rack of carpet samples, then, at Abe's instructions, walked to the middle of the store. She knew better than to try making a break for it. The doors were locked.
"Up with the skirt," Abe insisted.
She lifted her skirt and displayed her tantalizing black-fuzzed vagina. Dan took a deep breath and reaching out, ran his hand over her bare bottom, feeling her goosepimpled flesh and enjoying it.
"Hey now, that's quite an ass the little lady has on her," Dan chortled. "I'll bet from the look of her she ain't no virgin, though. Jesus! Just look at that body, Abe. I mean, it was made to be fucked. Even the skin has a nice healthy glow to it no virgin'd ever have."
"Whatever!" Abe shrugged. "In any case, she's gonna get it from us like she ain't never got it from no one else."
"Betcha!" Dan nodded.
"We'll teach her how the convicts relieve their frustrations."
"Yeah!" Dan nodded, his hands continuing to rub Reva's tantalizing body.
Against her will, Reva discovered she was reacting to them. Though she didn't care for either man, her body definitely liked being handled, and not having been laid that day, she was in desperate need of cock. So like it or not, she was about to get a double dose of it.
"Awright, let's cut the crap and get down to having fun," Abe snapped. "Then we tie the broad up, leave her with the other one, and take off for parts unknown."
"Fine!" Dan agreed.
"I suppose you want me to undress," Reva said, preferring to remove her own clothes and keep them from getting torn.
Abe slapped her face again, not too hard, but hard enough, then pointed a stubby finger at her as she struggled to fight back tears forming in her large brown eyes.
"Lady, you keep that mouth of yours shut real tight, dig me? When we want you to say something, we'll ask a question. When we tell you to do something, you hop to it. But unless we tell you otherwise, you just shut up and don't say a word. You got a nasty mouth, and I think you need a little punishment."
Nasty mouth? All she had done was ask if they wanted her to undress. It was obvious the man needed some excuse in his own mind to ravish her and he was rationalizing now.
He walked over to her and undid her skirt. Then he tugged it, along with her half-slip to her ankles. Now she was standing barefoot and bare-assed in the middle of the carpeted floor. Reva trembled as she watched the two men anxiously staring at her, two tigers, intent on taking apart a helpless lamb.
"Take down some of these carpet samples," Abe said to Dan. "Pile 'em on top of one another."
Reva was almost tempted to tell them about the pile of carpet samples in the back office, but her eyes went to the telephone director on the secretary's desk. A little green light told her one of the phone's lines was being used. Somehow Mary-Ann had freed herself, and she was probably calling the police. Until they arrived, she would have to keep these men occupied.
The blond-haired man did precisely as he was ordered, piling up one stack of carpet samples on top of another until he had a pile almost four feet high. Then he stepped back.
"Now you," he said to Reva, "I wantcha lying down across the carpeting, belly down."
The blond man didn't wait for Reva to comply. He roughly grabbed her by her arms and violently dragged her across the floor to where the carpeting was stacked. Walking around to the other side, he reached out, grabbed her hands, and with one foot braced against the pile of carpeting to keep it from tumbling over, he pulled hard, yanking her across the carpeting. She lay flat on top of the nylon sample, feeling loose threads stick to her white blouse. Now her bare bottom was straight up in the air, exposed to the gaze of these two vile men. She was totally vulnerable to whatever it was the pair of them intended doing.
The carpeting was rough, very rough, and even through the blouse she felt it. Damn the man! He would put a fuck sample on top. It made her extremely uncomfortable. From the corner of her left eye she watched as the red-haired man, the one built like some kind of Homunculus, searched through the store until he found what he was looking for. It was a slat of wood to which carpeting had once been attached. He smiled as he ran his hand over the smooth, polished rod of wood, his eyes looking at Reva's upturned buttocks.
"Yes," he nodded. "This will suit my purposes admirably. We're going to have a little fun."
"Wh-what do you intend doing?" Reva gasped, already aware, but hoping she might be wrong.
"I told you, you got a big mouth. You gotta learn to keep it shut unless I tell you to speak. What you need is a good, solid beating, honey, and I'm just the guy to give it to you."
"No!" she gasped.
"You keep yappin," he snapped, "and I'll use this on yer ribs instead of yer ass."
She wanted to leap up and run, but Dan still had a firm hold on her wrists, and he was holding her very tight. She tried pulling away from him, and that was when the first swat landed on her buttocks. She screamed, knowing no one would hear her. The pain was intensified by the pressure on her pelvis the blow created by slamming part of her against the carpeting.
Again the paddle hit her buttocks, and she opened her mouth to scream again, but Abe told her, "Each time you scream, honey, it means six more swats."
She wondered how many more he intended giving her without her screaming. He rained the blows on her rounded ass-cheeks, turning them pink and then red. Tears flowed freely from her eyes.
The two cons laughed at her discomfort, and the sight of her tears caused Abe to swing the makeshift paddle with greater force. He stopped after a while, letting the pain soak in. Her ass-cheeks were a burning red.
"I suppose you like it now that I stopped," Abe snorted. "You can tell me, honey."
"Yes," Reva nodded.
"Good," he told her. "Now stand up and take off the rest of your clothes. Take off everything. We want a good look at you."
In spite of the pain, Reva straightened up and acted quickly. She knew they were just looking for an excuse to whip her again. In less than a minute, she was totally undressed.
The two men looked at her and smiled as they looked at one another. Together, they unzipped their pants and let them fall.
Redheaded Abe had a monster for a cock, and Dan had one that wasn't much smaller. But Reva was certain her cunt, and if necessary her mouth, would be able to handle them. Both had long, thick pink shafts and bright red tips.
"We'll let you start out by sucking," Abe told her. "Though we get head in prison, it ain't never by a broad. So suppose you come over here and show us why a woman's mouth is better suited to such a purpose, honey."
Trembling, she knelt before the two men and reaching out, put a hand on the outer hip of each man as they stood beside each other. Their inner legs were crossed, one over the other, and their penises were only inches apart.
Opening her mouth, extending her tongue, Reva turned her head so she was beneath both penises and with a single swipe of her oral organ, licked across both penises at the same time. When she hesitated, Abe said, "Don't stop, honey. Just make certain you keep the two of us happy."
Taking a deep breath, she reached up and ran her hand up and down the two organs at once, alternately placing them in her mouth, one at a time, and sucking on the heads.
Reva realized how ridiculous this must all seem. Two penises wanting to be sucked at the same time. She had no idea how much longer she would be able to keep this up. So she continued alternating.
"You got a good sucking mouth," Abe told her, "but this action is getting us nowhere. Neither Dan nor I are gettin' too much from all this."
"So what're we gonna do?" Dan asked.
"We're gonna fuck her," Abe replied.
"Who goes first?"
"We do it together."
"Suits me. How do we do it?"
"See the wooden beams up there?" he said, pointing toward the ceiling, to one of the support beams.
"Yeah!" Dan nodded.
"We suspend her from it, and while you go into the pussy, I go in prison-style from the rear."
"Yeah, well how're we gonna dangle her without tyin' a noose around her neck?" Dan asked. "I'm out to screw, not to kill."
"Stop talking like an asshole," Abe snapped. "We tie her wrists, then throw the rope over the beam and hoist her up until she's dangling the right height off the floor."
"I'm game!" Dan nodded.
There was some cord lying nearby, used to tie rolls of carpeting, and Abe used it to bind Reva's wrists in front of her. Reva struggled, trying to keep them from doing what they intended, but they carried her beneath the beam, tossed the end of the rope over the beam, and hoisted her up until she was dangling with her ass and cunt at just the right height for their cocks. Her arms felt as if they were going to be yanked out of their sockets. She hung like cured beef, slowly turning one way, then another.
The two men took their time undressing, then nakedly stood in front and in back of her. But it was Dan who was standing behind her, while Abe's thick cock was pointed at her cunt.
"You start!" Dan insisted.
Reva felt horror covering her from top to bottom, added to the pain in her arms and the hurt in her buttocks.
"No," Abe insisted. "It's gonna be harder gettin' your cock into her asshole, so you go first."
"A little pain is good for anyone's soul," Dan laughed. "Hell! I fucked a lotta asses inside. Ain't no reason why I can't fuck hers."
Gripping Reva's swinging body, the man steadied her, then, while Abe held her in place, preventing her from pulling away, Dan yanked her buttocks apart and with his hands teased her anus. He spat on a forefinger and wickedly stabbed the digit into her narrow rectal star. He shoved the finger painfully in and out, in and out, until he was content her asshole was wide enough to suit him. Then he yanked the finger out and aimed the head of his throbbing cock at the little opening. At the same time, Abe started digging his fingers into her crotch. Forcing Reva to open her thighs, using his penis to probe at the entrance to her vagina. Rena did her best to try and pull away, but the strain on her arms was overpowering. She was sobbing in agony.
Abe pressed himself more closely against her, his face leaning forward so his mouth was able to dip and suck her left breast between his lips. At the same time, his throbbing cock began making inroads into the tightness of her unoiled cunt, inching in a little at a time. The instant he started pushing into Reva, her cunt began lubricating, and soon the pathway was a nice, smooth chute for him, and his cock began fitting in that much more easily. Reva felt it plunge into her even though she tried fighting it. It pushed past her labia, and the head was lodged halfway into her before Abe stopped.
Abe was playing with her. He'd had his share of women before being put away, and he knew in spite of the fact that he was raping her, she was the kind of broad who liked having her cunt filled. He instinctively felt it. He pulled it back a little, then tugged it out, pretending he had accidentally pulled back too far and had lost her vaginal entryway.
Reva felt all kinds of anguish shoot through her shoulder sockets, as well as burning pain in her wrists. Yet through it all she felt the tantalization of her vagina, and it would not be denied. Abe held her body steady and continued sucking on her breast as he aimed his cock and once again probed it into her pussy. This time it sank a little bit deeper.
Her concentration on the cock cramming itself into her cunt was distracted as she became aware of the penis pushing into her rear. Because of the cock in her cunt, the channel in back had been narrowed, and Dan was having a difficult time fitting his cock in there. But it was obvious from the way Dan was working that he had fucked many an asshole, and he didn't intend giving up on this one.
Roughly he pulled her ass-cheeks farther apart, then slammed his vibrant phallus against the narrow aperture. The added pain made Reva writhe in uncontrolled torment.
The pressure was overpowering as he finally crammed the head of his cock through her sphincter. He gripped her hips and forced himself solidly forward, embedding some three inches into her narrow interior, making her gasp with pain.
The blond man continued exploiting her anal breach, slamming his body solidly forward, shoving his penis a bit deeper into her with every vibrant thrust. It took all of Reva's willpower to keep from screeching out her agony. But she knew if she did, Abe would use it as an excuse to torture her some more. God! Where were the police?
Little by little the penis sank deeper, until he was finally into her ass balls-deep. The head of his thrusting cock was probing into her colon.
Once Dan was completely inside, he began rotating his phallic lance, stretching her rectal tube, sending shuddering Shockwaves through the dangling woman, making her gasp.
Pain was the single most prominent sensation running through Reva's body, and just when she thought she was going to faint from the agony, the pain in her rear began slowly disappearing. Somewhere under all the pain was a host of other feelings, each trying to make itself known. She shuddered, unable to move, still dangling, feeling dually spiked, wondering at this point if either cock was capable of piercing her heart.
Slowly the tormenting sensations began disappearing, and as the pain cleared away, in spite of the torture in her wrists, Reva was very much aware of the bigger sensations taking control of her. She was being fucked front and rear, and she had never before known the sensation of two penises invading her. The two men hugged her tightly between them, pressing their hairy, sweaty bodies against hers, stimulating her spiky nipples and making her shudder with arousal.
Feelings of wanton delight built higher than ever inside her. The agony in her rectum had all but faded away as her body slowly adjusted to the alien presences within her. The one in her rear was building just as much delightful pleasure as the other.
Abe was cramming his cock even deeper into her taut cunt, sawing it in and out rapidly, and each added inch sunk into her caused the vibrant delight within to mount a little higher. Her allotment of delight increased until she felt bliss fill all of her.
Abruptly the pressure in her vagina disappeared. She opened her eyes to stare at the redheaded, gross man in front of her as he stood back.
"Whassaamatter?" Dan asked.
"Gonna come too quickly like this," Abe replied. "Shee-itt! S'been so long since I fucked a pussy, this one's drivin' me up a wall."
"Well, she only has one asshole," Dan insisted.
"She's also got a mouth," Abe pointed out.
Dan almost savagely ripped his cock from Reva's rectum, and the two men untied Reva and let her fall to the floor. Agony rippled through her arms after the rope had been loosened. She crumpled on the carpeting, ready to faint.
Opening her eyes, she stared at her bound wrists. Pain seared her entire body as her shoulders slowly relaxed from the strain they had undergone. She tried breathing deeply, but deep breaths hurt at the moment. Pain filled and re-filled her body.
A hand was yanking at her hair. It was Abe's hand, pulling her up, half-dragging her across the floor to one side of the store, right against a wall. Then she was on her feet.
Pain seemed to be a part of her life now, and she almost passed out because of it. Abe was leaning against the wall, his back braced, and though Reva wanted to fall to her knees, he wouldn't allow it. What he made her do was stand and then bend over with her buttocks waving in the air, her feet solidly planted on the carpeted floor, his stiff cock directly in front of her face.
Abe's hands were still in her hair, and he yanked on her ebony tresses again, making her open her mouth. Her face sank a little lower, and then the heavy cock stabbed itself directly into her mouth.
Bent over in this agonizing position, she found herself hungrily sucking on the meaty organ. She licked fast and hard, not because she wanted to, but to prevent him from pulling her hair again.
Reva became so engrossed in the sucking of the cock in her mouth, she was barely aware of Dan gripping her hips again as, for a second time, he forced his thick organ into the narrow confines of her tight rectum. The moment his cockhead shoved itself through her sphincter, she became very much aware of the organ. She was also aware that Dan, like Abe, was the kind of man who showed no mercy. His feet were digging into the carpet as he prepared to thrust that much more deeply.
Cocking his hips slightly, he slammed forward with all his weight. The full length of his cock slammed into her rectum.
Making certain he had his balance, Dan proceeded to steadily pump his hard cock in and out of her hot ass, developing a steady rhythm, staring with fascinated eyes each time his penile head probed into her rectal tunnel. Reva found she was wiggling her buttocks from side to side, enjoying the movement of the cock in her ass. A light tap on her cheek reminded her she was neglecting Abe's cock.
Clamping her lips tightly around the spire, she slid her lips back and forth, her head bobbing in rhythm to the way her ass was being fucked. Her movements became coordinated. She was feeling pleasure from both penises, though pleasure was the last thing she had sought from either of them. Still, now that she was feeling it, she would be foolish to reject it. The cock probing in her rectum was building flames of wonder inside, making her more aware of hidden nerve-endings she had back there. At the same time Abe's penis was causing thrilling sensations to mount in her gullet, reminding her she was as capable of climaxing in her throat and her ass as she was in her cunt. All they had to do was hold off just a little longer.
The obscene rite continued, with Reva bent over in a normally uncomfortable position. Yet she no longer thought of comfort as she strove to satisfy the needs of her quivering body.
Trembling feelings were building higher in each of the two men, as well. They felt maximum sensation, and the two of them wildly pumped their bodies into hers, moving back and forth, continually plumbing her oral and anal depths. With the passage of seconds, their arousal became even greater.
Reva found she was gulping down an increasing amount of penile oil as it seeped from the penis of the red-haired man. She was aware from the way the organ was starting to swell in her mouth that it wouldn't remain rigid much longer. It had to explode, and very shortly. Soon now, very soon, her own orgasm would hit her, if only the two men would hold themselves back the littlest bit.
Abe was in no way puzzled by the rapidity of his oncoming orgasm. Hell! He knew damn well why he was about to pop his load so rapidly. The sight of this stunning woman sucking his throbbing penis was one of the most singularly overpowering sights he had ever seen. Staring at the way his meaty organ moved in and out of the narrow opening between her puckered lips was arousing him to the point where he was well aware he lacked any control over himself. He was about to unleash his sperm and nothing was going to stop him. With a hoarse gasp he released his pent-up seminal flow into the mouth of the beautiful raven-haired woman.
The beautiful woman's mouth was now working overtime, as was her throat. She struggled to cope with what seemed to be unending quantities of semen apparently exploding repeatedly into her mouth. More and more sperm shot from the frenzied ex-convict's phallus.
The sight of his buddy's thick prick unleashing its liquid cargo into the beautiful brunette saleslady's mouth was too much for Dan. Just looking would have been stimulus enough, but coupled with that was the powering squeeze of the beautiful woman's narrow rectal interior, and this was all that was needed to trigger the blond man's own climax.
"YYYEEEAAANNN NNGGGGHH HHHHUU-UUUUGGGG HHAAAARRRRGGGG GGHHHH!" he bellowed, his own heated sperm splashing into her asshole, firing great gouts of warmth into her intestinal canal.
The pressure was all Reva needed, and the dual orgasm overwhelmed her as Abe's cock dug deeper into her throat.
"GGGGLLUUUU RRRRGGGGHHHHCCHH HH-GGGGLLLLLLPP HHHHHHAA AAUUUUWW-WW!" she gagged.
Dan continued firing his sperm into her rectum, washing the pain from it with his heated gluey blasts. He inundated her rear, flooding her colon, and she jerked and twitched her rear cheeks in time to the way he was firing his fluid into her.
While her anal sphincter remained tightly wrapped around the one phallus, her lips continued sucking the other one, draining it of the spewing flood issuing from it. Abe was blasting so much, it was backing up and seeping out the sides of her mouth, running down her chin and throat. At the same time the foamy floods of seminal fluid in her rectum soothed the raw ache initially created there by the friction of his penis.
Much of Abe's sperm, dripping from her clamped lips, fell to the carpet on the floor, but some of it fell on her dangling breasts. She had concentrated so strongly on pleasing the two men, she had not been aware of her dual orgasm until it had actually overcome her. Now her knees became rubbery and her legs slowly weakened as she found herself staggering. Though her eyes were wide open she saw all kinds of bursting yellow lights exploding in front of her. Her legs were no longer able to support her, and she fell to her knees, the blond man's penis pulling out of her rear-end with a loud popping sound. Her mouth released Abe's cock, and she fell to the floor, sprawled out.
"Hey, I didn't tell you y'could do that," Abe grunted. "Means I gotta punish you again."
But at that moment the back door burst open and the police came charging in. Reva saw them grab the two men and slam them to the floor, kicking them a little in the process, and someone was throwing a carpet sample over her nakedness. That was all she remembered as she passed out.
EPILOGUE
That day proved a turning point in Reva's life. She never sold another carpet again.
The man who threw a carpet over her naked body was Detective Lieutenant Fred Cambridge. He was thirty-four-years old, already had nearly fifteen years with the Nassau County Police, and from the moment he saw her he fell in love with her, covered as she was with the semen of other men.
He called on her the following day, Sunday, to find out how she was, and it seemed ordained the two of them fall in love. It was ridiculous for him to ask her to marry him after knowing her only one day, and it was equally ridiculous for Reva to accept, but she was as much in love with him as he was with her.
They had their blood test on Monday, got the license on Tuesday, and they were married on Thursday. To Reva's delight, he proved to be every bit as much a man as he looked. Once he got her into bed, there was no stopping him.
This time there would be no divorce. This time, Reva was sure of both, her man and herself. Reva would never again have to sell carpeting, nor would she have to look for action on the outside. Her husband gave her all she needed.
One day, as she drove past The Jewel Carpet Store, she saw another saleslady come out, a blonde. It was obvious from the innocent look of her she had just been hired. Reva smiled to herself. Knowing Len as she did, the blonde wouldn't remain innocent much longer. She only hoped the woman had as happy an ending to her upcoming story as she, Reva, had enjoyed.
