What is normal and what is abnormal in relation to sex? Sexologists, psychiatrists, psychologists, and related professions usually agree that basically anything is normal. Provided, of course, that it doesn't affect the individual physically or mentally in a detrimental manner.
In the narrative of Paula Simmons, we find a situation where a woman's sex life is unfulfilled until she resorts to fantasies.
We all have sexual fantasies at one time or another. Some individuals are more preoccupied with them than others. That was Paula's problem.
She had sexual needs that were repressed. Good sexual relations require satisfactory responses. A natural function! However, a woman's role in society or in bed has always been restrained by social mores. A society that insidiously and hypocritically fosters this restriction through education and morality creates an unbalanced situation.
This does not mean that every woman is desirous of engaging in sexual relations at the slightest provocation. Or that she is fair game to be molested by any man with an uncontrollable lust.
It does mean that individuals should be more enlightened about sex. Fortunately, we seem to be leaving the dark tunnel of sexual ignorance. The open light of enlightenment is close by.
This story is not a clinical study of a sexually tormented woman. Not in the real sense. There is no history of what experiences she may have encountered to affect her in this manner. There is no analysis of each subtle influence that made her the way she was.
The reader will discern the psychological manifestation of a physiological necessity. Also, evident in Paula's problem, one will see a form of repression in which the conscious traits and patterns of behavior are developed in the ego that are in direct opposition to the strong trends within the unconscious.
As stated earlier, this story is not a clinical study nor is it intended as an academic treatise.
It is the story of a woman who wanted to fulfill natural sexual inclinations. A woman inhibited by taboos, social mores, and other restrictions.
The reader may find the answer to a personal problem or a better understanding of someone else's dilemma by reading this novel. That is purpose enough for this-or any book-to be written.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
If you're a middle-class wife living in suburbia, they call it ennui. If you're middle-class or lower income living in the city, it's boredom. Whatever it's called, it can get you into a lot of trouble.
To make matters worse, every time some story breaks in the newspapers involving sex and a housewife, the papers hint that the woman is some kind of a wanton. After that, suburban wives are looked upon as nymphos or prostitutes.
Paula Simmons was aware of this. She read these stories with mixed feelings. On one hand, she wanted to vicariously participate in these sexual adventures. Yet, an inner voice, her conscience, restrained her. To her, as a distasteful obligation enforced upon through marriage. If marital sex was so repugnant, how could she reconcile herself to the sexual fantasies that plagued her?
Paula had two worlds of make believe. One with her husband, Ralph, during the consummation of her marital obligations. The other, in the realm of fantasy.
Just as she did this morning. She lay in bed while Ralph went through the motions of sating his sexual appetite. He kissed her passionately and then kissed her melon-like tits, sucking the roseate nipples. In the meantime, his hand was making rough rubbing passes over her cunt.
In spite of her resistance, Paula couldn't avoid the lubricating processes that manifested itself in her cunt. When Ralph felt the moisture in Paula's indifferent snatch, he rolled over on top of her. His cock thrust roughly in and out as he continued to suck her tits. Within minutes, he would shoot his load, exclaim a sigh of satisfaction and roll off. Paula flattered his ego by going through the motions of meeting his sexual thrusts. From time to time, she made little moaning sounds or uttered inciting words.
"Ooh! Ralphie! That's good, honey! More, more! Harder, give me more of that lovely-penis!" she would encourage him. But it was all a sham.
When it was over, he always said, "That was a good fuck, honey! You're the best piece of ass a guy could have."
He would get out of bed, shower and dress. Paula would remain in bed, unsatisfied, incomplete, and disgusted. Then the transition would take place.
Wild thoughts of a perverse nature ran through her mind. She had visions of being raped. Or, if it wasn't a rape scene, then it was a wild orgy. As Paula lay stretched out in bed, her eyes closed in dreamy contemplation, she envisioned a long line of male studs servicing her. One hand strayed down to the hairy cunt as she gently teased it.
Ralph would be on his way to his job as a salesman for Apex Steel Foundries. But she would be entertaining a host of virile men. Men who had cocks and knew how to use them. Who knew how to make a woman tingle with ecstatic titillations!
Paula remained in bed for a while and then decided to get dressed. She showered and returned to the bedroom naked. Standing in front of the mirror, Paula took sexual inventory of herself.
She was twenty-five years old. Jet black long hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Round firm melon-shaped tits that stood out proudly waiting for someone to do justice to them. A slim waist that tapered down to slightly extended hips. The flat stomach that dipped down to a hairy covered slit between her thighs. A pussy that was in need of a lot of love and affection.
Paula patted the thick curly bush. "Don't worry, honey, one of these days, you'll get more than you can use!" she murmured.
The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. It was the plumbing company. A serviceman was on his way to take care of the toilet leak she had reported needed fixing. They were verifying that someone would be home. A wild thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Wouldn't it be something if she could get this guy to fuck her! Her mind conjured up some burly rough type of character. Probably smoked cigars! Cheap ones that were short stubs stuck in the corner of his mouth. Dirty work clothes! Just the type that could debase her sexually and satisfy her salacious longings.
The call decided her wardrobe for the day. She slipped on a sheer white nylon peasant blouse with short sleeves. It had a low rounded neckline. Although the low neckline wasn't necessary. Her tits were plainly visible through the sheer nylon. Paula had a mini-skirt that buttoned down along the side. She debated wearing a bikini brief.
To most men, some undergarment lent a touch of mystery and excitement to the hidden treasure trove it covered. That would be line for a man who was in a seductive mood. The man she was anticipating would probably disdain such frills. No! Paula figured the simpler the seduction she had planned, the better.
She heated a fresh pot of coffee with the thought of offering the plumber some refreshment. From a sideboard in the living room, she brought out a bottle of scotch and one of Canadian whiskey.
Paula's pulse quickened in eager expectation.
Could she provoke the man into raping her? Maybe he would force her to suck his cock and swallow his come! She had sucked Ralph off several times but never swallowed his love juice.
Different episodes flooded her thoughts like some sexual kaleidoscope. It was a montage of libidinous and lusty sex acts.
The doorbell chimes rang. Paula felt her anxious snatch salivating. She had a sensation of some of the cunt juice trickling down her thighs. Opening the door, she found her imagination had not disappointed her.
"Acme Plumbing, lady!" the man announced.
He was about five feet ten. She figured the heavy-set figure carried a weight of about two hundred pounds. He had a beard stubble of at least two day's growth. The cheap cigar stub was sticking out of the side of his mouth. Even his speech pattern completed the picture she had envisioned.
"You gotta leak or sumpin', lady?" he asked.
"It's in the bathroom," she answered. "Would you like a cup of coffee or a drink before you start?"
She watched his face as he looked at her barely covered tits. Her eyes shifted down to the crotch of his coveralls. Paula was looking for the telltale sign to see if he had any reaction. There was none. She wondered how many times he and other servicemen like him were tempted by women like her.
His jaw shifted, chomping at the cigar stub. "Yeh, okay, lady. I could use a cuppa coffee."
"How do you like it?" she asked.
"Just black. No milk or sugar," he answered.
She invited him to sit in her living room while she went for the coffee. When she returned, he was sitting on a chair facing her couch. Just the perfect spot for what she had planned.
Setting down the tray on the coffee table, Paula took up a position opposite the plumber. "Here's your coffee, fresh and hot," she said. "What's your name?"
"Thanks for the coffee," he said in poor enunciation. "My name is Joey. What's yours?"
She smiled to herself at her intuition. Her selection of costume for the hoped-for incident was the right one. Paula had deliberately omitted using any cologne. This was an animal sitting in the room with her. A male animal that would make wild savage love to her. Only the natural female body odors would be conducive for such a union. The perspiration odor that emanated from her armpits or the stimulated cunt that released its special juices could excite such a man.
Paula felt her heart beating faster as she pursued her little charade. "My name is Paula," she answered. Leaning back against the couch, she picked up one leg. Her shapely leg rested on the cushions. The shifting of the leg caused the abbreviated skirt to rise. The black thatch of hair was exposed with insouciant provocation.
She saw his eyes resting on her exposed cunt. Her little game was about to start. Her opening question was a bold one. "Do you get many propositions from women when you're working on a job?"
The cigar stub shifted in his mouth. "Lady, do you want me to fix that leak you called for or do you want me to fix sumpin' else for ya? Make up your mind. Either way, I get fifteen bucks an hour."
She was enjoying this crude exchange. There was no finesse or charm about this pick-up lover she was cultivating. Paula had prepared an entire dialogue filled with innuendoes. The conversation was to be a sort of verbal aphrodisiac. Instead, she was forced to engage in a more vulgar obscene exchange. That alone lent a certain sensual exhilaration.
Her hands drifted to her brief skirt to expose her snatch to better view. She gave him a lewd smile. "I want you to fuck me!"
She uttered the words boldly, wantonly. The plumber gazed back at her indifferently. It was as though situations such as this was a daily common occurrence. His attitude incited her to be more daring.
Getting up from the couch, she moved to him. Paula reached down to his crotch and grabbed for his cock. You dirty bastard, she thought. You got a hard-on and you're making me beg you for it.
How much more degrading can this be, she thought? I'm making a slut of myself with some dirty old bastard. Begging him to fuck me when any other man would have been up my juicy hole with less inducement.
He dumped his cigar into the coffee cup. "Okay, lady, if it's fucking you want, then that's what you're gonna get. But remember, I still get fifteen dollars an hour. Even if I don't stay the full hour."
Paula had opened his fly and removed his hard prick. It was thicker and bigger than her husband's cock. She couldn't wait to have Joey's cock in her eager cunt. Joey reached over and roughly tore at the buttons to her mini-skirt. Two of the buttons popped off. The manner in which he started the sex play made Paula stop him. An exciting thought came to her.
This was just the opportunity to make her sexual fantasies come true. "I want you to rape me!" she exclaimed.
Her demand checked his amorous assault. He looked at her suspiciously. "What the hell are you trying to do, lady? Get me into trouble? You put on a cock-teasing act like this was going to be a straight fuck! Now you want me to rape you? What are ya? Some kind of a freak?"
Paula's request had temporarily halted her plans. She began to panic. She had been so close to realizing her day-dream. Now it was beginning to fade. Speaking rapidly, she tried to hold Joey's attention. He had to be convinced of her sincerity in having him fuck her. In her mind, she knew she was lowering herself more by this display of pleading with him.
"No, no! You don't understand! I want you to fuck me! I have to have you fuck me good! But ... but..., " she tried to find the right words. Her mind raced in a desperate search for the exact words. "You see, I have this hang-up! I get a bigger charge when the guy makes believe he's raping me. Look, I'll give you twenty bucks. Just tie me up and do whatever you want to me.
"After you finish, you can cut me loose." Her voice became a hoarse plea. "Please, please! You have to do it to me."
She grabbed him by the front of his coveralls. There was a desperate urgency in her actions. He looked at her with a sort of skeptical indifference. For a moment, Joey debated with himself, mulling over her plea.
"Okay, lady!" he agreed. "Pay me the twenty bucks first." He gave her a lewd grin. "After that, I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life. You ain't gonna forget it for a long time."
Paula felt lancing shivers along her spine. If this was to be a pretended rape, she would have to be in a position of complete helplessness. Most women threatened with rape were subdued by the fear of promised harm. There was no harmful intimidation present. She had made the overture and the plumber had accepted.
Leaving the room briefly, she returned with the money demanded for the service. Joey started to remove his coveralls. He gave her an obscene grin. "Okay, lady, take the rest of your clothes off!"
She had already determined how she would be raped. "I want you to tie me up," she declared.
He gave her a queer look. "You really got your ass screwed on backwards, lady! Look, here's your twenny back! Let's forget the whole thing!"
"No, no!" she insisted. "I want to feel like being raped. I'll do anything you want me to! You can do anything you want to me. But it won't be the same unless I'm helpless. Can't you understand? It's like a kind of game."
He shook his head in disbelief. With the prominence of porno movies and literature, she was certain that he was aware of the various sexual appetites people enjoyed. There were people who could not understand the needs for satisfying these desires. Obviously, this man was one of them.
"Okay, lady, if you wanna play crazy games, I'll go along." Joey agreed. "You got any rope or somethin' to tie you up with?"
She shook her head. "I've got some heavy gauze. We can use that. And you can tie me down on the dining room table."
"Ain'tcha gonna take off that blouse?" he asked.
"No," she replied. Her voice became husky and low. "After you tie me up, I want you to rip it off of me."
Her throat was dry. The saliva had drained off and the moisture seemed to materialize in her sweating cunt. Her anxious box was slick with glandular juices. She felt a slight rise in body temperature. Her metabolism was overworking. There was a pounding in her temples. She could feel the pulsation in her head.
She walked to the mahogany table and lay down on to it. The serviceman took the roll of gauze Paula had given him. It took him a few minutes to complete his handiwork. When he was finished, his victim was securely spread-eagled on the table. Looking at her with a leer, he said, "Now what?"
Paula tugged at her bonds. He had done a good job. The wrappings weren't too tight. Yet her hands were fastened so that they were immobile. Her legs were tied as securely but a little play was allowed so that she could bend her knees.
She was filled with ecstatic bliss. "No matter how much I tell you to stop, ignore me," she instructed him. "Just do everything I tell you to or whatever you want to do. If I cry out or swear, don't let it bother you. It's part of the game."
Her voice was low, trembling. She couldn't wait for the sexual ordeal to begin. Every nerve fiber was tingling within her body.
"Rip off my blouse!" she demanded. "Fuck me, fuck me! Abuse me! Make me cry out for more! Make me beg for you to stop!" Her voice was a sensual growl.
He had already stripped off his clothes. Raising her head slightly, she could see his thick body heavily carpeted with hair. There was no mistaking that turgid piece of flesh that stood out rigidly. From her first touch of his cock and the present sight, Paula knew this man was built heavier than her husband. She wondered if his huge prick would hurt her.
She felt his coarse hand grab the neckline of her blouse. His clenched fingers touched the cleavage of her twin soft mounds. An electric shock flashed down through her stomach into her waiting loins. For a brief moment, a rational feeling of misgiving entered her mind. Paula felt the material tugging at her back as he pulled the blouse tightly in the front. The sound of the nylon blouse ripping dispelled the thought. She felt a coolness across her chest as her tits swung free.
The drama of this sex play had begun. Paula, immersed in the pretended role, began to act out her part.
"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded in a whimper. "Please, don't touch me. Let me go! I'll give you money, anything! Don't violate me!"
A crazy thought entered her mind in the midst of this scene. Would Joey know what the word violate meant! Better keep the words simple and the histrionics credible.
He leered down on her. "Lady! You're gonna get your twenny dollars worth! You just get your kicks from whatever you're doing. After I get tru' with you, I should be paying you the money."
Rough coarse hands grabbed the hemispherical globes. She closed her eyes savoring the exquisite thrill of her tits being squeezed. Ralph, her own husband, had never touched her breasts in this manner. Joey was roughly mauling her tits. Now, he was squeezing the nipples.
She cried out! "Stop! You're hurting me. Please, no more! Let me go!" There was a tearful inflection in her voice.
In spite of the bonds that fastened her limbs to the table, she was able to move her body a little. Paula squirmed, her body sinuously wriggling as she strained at the gauze fastenings. With dramatic improvisation, she had assumed the role of a woman being molested. Despite that, her mind was conscious of every detail of reality. His next act intensified the thrill stirring within her.
The serviceman's mouth clamped over a tit. His lips sucked in a nipple, drawing on it like a straw. like a baby suckling at a mother's breast for sustenance! Paula could feel the strong pull of his lips drawing up the rigid node. Oh, how she wished that her breasts were full of milk! She could almost imagine the milk draining out of her tit.
His teeth clamped down over the enflamed tip and Paula let out a little yell! "Ouch!" she exclaimed. "Don't bite so hard!"
The pain was real but she welcomed the slight discomfort. It was a whole new experience. She could feel the heavy saliva from his mouth dripping on her tit. When he removed his mouth, the warm spittle turned cool. He must have realized that her outcry was real. Instead, he turned his attention to other pleasures.
Her hips jerked involuntarily as he roughly inserted a finger into her ass-hole. With the same roughness that he assailed her tits, he attacked her ass. His finger frigged her rectum in hurried cadence.
"Oh, Jesus, no!" she moaned in frantic protest. "Have mercy! Not my ass! Please, stop, stop!"
This was also a new experience for her. During her five years of marriage, Ralph had never bothered her ass. He rubbed her buttocks. Played his hand along the perineum, from the crack in her ass to her cunt. But never did he touch her virgin hole.
An explosive burst of sensual pleasure seemed to escape the recesses of her ass and fill her cunt. This initial carnal charade was better than she had anticipated.
A whimper of mixed anguish and despair escaped her throat. Paula, restricted by the bonds, undulated her hips as best as she could. The finger frigging her ass-hole brought on delirious throbbing. "Ahhrrgg, ahhrrgg!" she grunted in rasping sounds.
"Stop torturing me!" Paula whimpered. "Fuck me, fuck me!" She was beginning to reach that peak. Joey had succeeded in exciting her with the foreplay. At that point, she was sincerely intent in having the act consummated.
"So you wanna get fucked!" he taunted. "Well, get ready, lady! You're gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked before."
Paula felt the release of the finger from her ass-hole. The sudden withdrawal left her hole tingling. His coarse fingers grabbed the outer lips of her cunt. He parted the thick labial exterior. She let out a grunt of pain at his rough treatment.
A deep sigh of contentment escaped her throat as his thick cock slid into the easily accessible hole. Paula felt it sliding along the velvety canal of her vagina. This is a cocksman she thought! Ralph couldn't compare to him in size. She felt the thick prong penetrate deeply within her.
There was something animalistic about him. A certain magnetism. But when it came to fucking her, he didn't react the way she had expected. Paula anticipated a hurried wham-bam-thank you ma'am session. Evidently,-he was intent on showing her his prowess with his virile weapon.
Joey started by slowly driving his cock in as deep as he could. With the same deliberation, he moved his hips back, almost withdrawing his rigid prick. "Ummm!" Paula murmured in appreciative approval. The cock moved back and forth in slow piston-like movements.
She felt his prick swaying from one pulsating wall of her vagina to the other side. Her eyes were closed as she savored the subtle sensuality of his measured strokes. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
Paula opened her eyes. She stared up into Joey's leering face. He was breathing down on her and the malodorous breath mixed with the stale cigar smell blew down on her.
"You like that, huh?" he said. "I betcha never had a cock like mine in ya before! Now, I'm gonna show you some real fuckin'! "
His cadence increased. His hips surged in a frenzied drive. Back and forth he pumped his prick into her. She felt the forceful bump of his pelvis pound against her hips. Deep in her dampened cunt, she felt the violent thrusts. His movements became more hurried. His breathing rate increased filling her nostrils with the nauseating odor.
Paula could sense by the increased tempo of his fucking that his orgasm was coming. Within her, she could feel the stirrings of her own climax.
She felt the pulsation within his cock just as the come spewed into her sluice box. Simultaneously, the throbbing of her own orgasm mingled with the viscous semen.
"Ahhrrgrr!" It was a loud growl that diminished into a gurgle of pleasure. She emitted the sound again as the voluptuous feeling of satisfaction swept over her. She wanted more.
"You bastard!" she cursed him. "You raped me. I begged you not to. You're a fucken animal! If I ever get loose, I'll kill you. You're dirt! Filthy mother-fucker!"
She was trying to provoke him into committing the same or some other sex act. The leer on his face disappeared. His face darkened with anger. His hand swung in a backhand motion as he slapped her face.
Paula felt real pain from the blow. Tears flooded her eyes as she cried in earnest. This make-believe scene appeared to be deteriorating. She began to panic in serious contemplation.
Between sobs, she quickly apologized. "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! It's part of the act! I wanted to make you mad enough to fuck me again or do something else.
"Please, please, you have to understand. Don't hit me!"
He stared back at her in stupid bewilderment. Suddenly, he threw back his head and laughed. It sounded almost diabolical. Paula wondered what perverted thought had entered his mind.
"You're a real pisser, lady!" he told her. "When I finish with I'm gonna throw in a bonus. I'm gonna fix that leak you got for nuthin'.
"So, you want some more action, huh? Okay! I'm gonna let you suck my cock off. And I want you to do a good job!" He made it sound ominous. " 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna get my tool box and really fix your plumbin'. " He gave a dirty laugh. A little shudder shook her body. The frightened feeling filled her with foreboding. But then, that was what she was seeking in this unusual sexual liason!
He climbed up on the table and squatted over her face. His balls rested on her chin. She gazed up at his limp dick. The foreskin covered the tip of his cock like some masked marauder. She had never seen a prick with a foreskin. Ralph had been circumcised. Paula was fascinated by its appearance.
She could see the pee-hole winking back at her like a miniature Cyclops. There was a drop of come still lodged in it. The sides of his detumescent cock were slick from her juices and flecks of his own come. Paula could smell the musky odor of her cunt that clung to the flaccid prick.
Joey reached down and grasped her lower jaw. "Start sucking, baby! And when I come, I want you to drink every lovely drop!"
Paula felt her stomach churn. The ingestion of semen always bothered her. That's why she never liked oysters. Ralph was crazy about them. To her, the slimy appearance of oysters reminded her of semen. She thought she was coming full circle of degradation. This would be the final climax of her fantasy for the time being.
"C'mon! I haven't got all day!" he insisted. "Start sucking!"
Her mouth had been forced open by Joey's grasp. He lowered his cock into her mouth. She closed her lips over the limp flesh. She could taste the residue of the mingled come. His come was slightly salty. Her own discharge had a different flavor although the salty come distorted her taste.
She rolled her tongue around the head of the cock. Her tongue was aware of the physiological change of the cock in her mouth. The head protruded as the foreskin retracted. She rolled her tongue around the exposed crown of his rigid shaft. Her bound position made it a little difficult for her to move her head.
Normally, when she sucked Ralph off, she could hold onto the shaft. She could move her head up and down. Tied up, Paula was encumbered. Yet, with the handicap, she managed to use her lips and tongue to tease Joey's prick.
The hard thick cock became palatable after she sucked off the residue. She had closed her eyes as she sucked him off. Not in blissful contemplation as she had done when she was getting fucked. Rather, to shut out the distasteful specter of eventually swallowing his come. To her, it was repulsive!
Joey was bouncing up and down in his crouched position. His balls kept gently bouncing against her chin. As her mouth worked on his cock, he shoved his prick in and out. Once, he jammed it in too deep and she started to gag. With his cock still in her mouth, she managed to mumble a plea to be careful.
In a gesture of consideration, he partially withdrew his cock from her mouth. "Keep sucking. I'm gonna help you out a little." He reached down and started to jerk himself off. His fist kept tapping against her mouth making it a little awkward for her to suck him off properly.
She opened her eyes to watch him. His eyes were closed and his breathing became faster and irregular. Paula could almost sense the oncoming climax. "Now! Now! You fucken bitch!" he loudly exclaimed. "Here it comes! Drink that cock juice!"
Her mouth had more sensitivity than her cunt. Paula warned of the impending orgasm prepared herself for the distasteful task of swallowing the come. She felt the contracting spasms as spurt after spurt of that thick milky fluid emptied into her mouth. Forcing herself to swallow his come, she managed toingest his liquid tribute with a minimum amount of gagging.
When the violent contractions diminished, he withdrew his withered cock. Patting her on the tit, he said, "You're all right, kid.! I'm gonna cut you loose and fix that leak. Where is it?"
He took a large penknife from his coveralls and sawed at the gauze bonds. She sat up on the table and chafed her wrists to get some sensation back.
"The bathroom's upstairs. Thanks for a terrific workout. Have you a cigarette?" She realized the question was a foolish one. The man smoked cigars. The way he smoked them, it was doubtful that he smoked anything else.
He shook his head. She got off the table and started up the stairs ahead of him. There was a pack of butts in her bedroom. As she mounted the stairs, Joey patted her gently on her ass.
"How would you like another session tomorrow, baby?" he asked.
"Not if it's going to cost me another twenty bucks!" she answered.
He guffawed. "Naw! Tomorrow, it's for free. Maybe, I'll come up with some new gimmicks for ya. You dig that kind of shit, don'tcha? In fact, I'll even bring some good rope. You kin use up a helluva lot of money buying gauze alla time."
"Yes, that'll be fine," she agreed. "About ten."
She showed him where the bathroom was while she went into her room for a robe and cigarettes. Coming back to the bathroom she watched him work.
She was filled with loathing at herself for lowering her self esteem. For degrading herself in a distasteful relationship. Her attitude towards him was now one of contempt. She treated him with disdain in her reply. He was probably too stupid to realize how she felt towards him. No doubt, he accepted her response as an aftermath reaction to the episode they had played.
Paula felt a wave of disgust wash over her. Her puritanical concepts regarding sex kept her in a state of mental turmoil. What was it that this slob had said before? You dig this kinda shit? Even the expression repulsed her!
She stood there waiting for him to finish his job. She wanted to take a bath and wash his filth from her body. An act of purification!
Her mind tried to analyze her impetuous act. How could she, Paula Simmons, lower herself to allow this ... this animal to violate her? She, who had repressions of sexual feelings and impulses! Even with her own husband, certain acts were taboo!
Even as she dragged impatiently on her cigarette, admonishing herself, she was making new plans for a repeat of that morning's incident.
These new indiscretions could incur serious repercussions. Her husband could discover her infidelity. Neighborhood gossips could become aware of some sexual liaison. There were legal problems that might crop up. An inner voice discounted these issues telling her that these matters could be resolved without too much trouble. One way or another, they could be overcome.
The dangerous aspect of her obsessive compulsion was any harmful physical results. The side of her face still ached where Joey had struck her. Fortunately, there was no tell-tale bruise mark. It could have been worse.
Also, in a bound state, her tormentor could induce some other damaging injury. Especially, if that person had sadistic tendencies. The result might even prove fatal! Paula envisioned a headline in some tabloid: NYMPHO MUTILATED IN BIZARRE KILLING!
The whole thing was bizarre. This erotic preoccupation with unusual sex practices. They were sensual and daring. Most of all, they exhilarated her with thrills she had vaguely imagined. Her obsession of being tied up and degraded bothered her.
Yet, she felt compelled to seek out this sexual diversion. Her initial experience whetted her appetite. She felt the urge to gratify it completely. It was like a child doing something mischievous. Knowing it was wrong, but obtaining the thrill in the perpetration of the act.
The plumber completed his job. He took another cigar out of his pocket and lit it. Winking at Paula, he said, "Now you can take a leak in the bowl without worrying. See you tomorrow, baby!"
She escorted him down to the front door. As she let him out, Paula spotted the taxicab parked in front of the adjacent house. Bill Kolich was seated in it, watching her house. She closed the door on the plumber quickly.
Sonovabitch! She cursed softly. That was the one person she didn't want to have around as a witness.
Bill Kolich was a bachelor who had the house next to hers in the Cloverdale development. She had heard stories from some of the women she was friendly with. He was a lecherous degenerate. He had a way of staring obscenely at every woman. There were rumors that he had stag parties in his house. She didn't doubt that.
From time to time, Ralph and she had heard loud noises emanating from his house. Raucous laughter and sounds, sometimes indistinguishable. Other times, phrases that unmistakably confirmed the type of party going on.
That she was dressed in a bathrobe with a strange man leaving the house could only invoke one perverse thought in a mind such as Kolich. Paula knew that even had this situation been an innocent one, Kolich would have still conjectured some obscene act. She had to be more careful if she ever fucked another strange man in her house.
The appearance of Bill Kolich in his cab and the departure of the plumber made her feel contaminated. Paula had planned a bath to purge herself of the sin she had committed. Locking the door, she went back to the bathroom. As she scrubbed her cunt in her conception of a purification ritual, Paula felt her repressed desires returning.
Damned if she could barely wait for that plumber to return!
CHAPTER TWO
Paula heard Ralph drive up at five that afternoon. He would come into the house, give her a passionate kiss on the lips, pat her on the ass, and say, "What's for supper, honey? I'm so hungry, you look good enough to eat!"
He would say this with a little leer. There was no mistaking the innuendo.
After five years of married life, it was a ritual like some fraternal order. The secret handshake and password!
They were opposites in personality. She, reserved, sedate, and prudish. Ralph, outgoing, fun-loving, gregarious. He had a good job, financial independence, and an excellent reputation.
Paula had married him because marriage seemed to be the accepted social practice for a woman. It seemed that society imposed all kinds of mores upon people. Different standards for men and women. Sex was one of the standards that society had made restrictions on for women.
Woman had a natural function. One was to reproduce. Another was to enjoy sex. To be responsive. Somehow, someone set down a list of rules forbidding women to enjoy sex in certain ways.
To a degree, Paula accepted these statutes. However, she had gone beyond these rules. Most women wanted to be responsive in their sex acts. Paula considered it repugnant in all its aspects.
When she first encountered sex on her honeymoon, she considered herself some kind of a martyr. She submitted to Ralph's amorous advances. She forced herself to read a sex manual to find out what was expected of her.
In five years, she became a consummate actress. She pretended orgasms, evoked the expected sounds of pleasure and encouragement, and in general, made believe she enjoyed sex.
Paula, in spite of this charade, insisted on several restrictions which she imposed on Ralph's libidinous nature. No fucking or fingering her ass-hole, no sucking her cunt, and no swallowing Ralph's come when she sucked him off.
He could do what he wanted with her tits. Feel them and suck them. He could finger or fuck her indifferent pussy. He could enjoy a hand job or blow job without Paula ingesting the semen. Any other imagine style of fucking was verboten! Paula was grateful that Ralph was considerate enough to accept these conditions.
Later that evening in bed, Paula mildly repelled his sexual advances. Pretending a headache and cramps, she begged off. True to his nature, he considerately refrained from insisting on some kind of satisfaction.
Usually, in situations like this, she would masturbate him. It was a compensating gesture for denying him the marital pleasures he expected. But this night, she was feeling bitchy! Besides, there was a feeling of guilt that haunted her! She had been unfaithful to him by letting another man fuck her.
Paula wanted so much to tell Ralph everything. She knew that he would satisfy every sexual whim of hers if she asked for it. Her prudish propriety wouldn't let her. Instead, she allowed her repressed desires to lull her into a disturbed sleep.
The following morning, Paula pretended that she was still ill. Ralph left for work, sexually unfulfilled. After he left, she went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She sat there, slowly sipping her coffee and smoking one cigarette after another.
Every few minutes, she would glance up at the clock. She couldn't wait for the plumber to return. Time hung interminably for her. Would he do something different to her this time as he had promised? A tingling sensation grew inside her anxious snatch. It was like an itch on her back that she couldn't reach! Her twat was twitching and she couldn't stop it. She stubbed out her fifth cigarette in annoyance. Where the hell was that bastard?
The chenille robe she wore parted exposing her naked body. Paula gazed down at her cunt wondering what new pleasures it would enjoy. She jumped with a start at the sound of the chimes. Rushing to the door, she opened it. Joey stood there, his face split in a wide grin. True to character, his stubby cigar stuck out from the side of his mouth.
"Hi ya, baby!" he greeted her. "Are you ready for another session?"
She took a hurried furtive look beyond Joey. The cab was parked at the curb. Bill was not in it. She was thankful for that. There were no other people on the street. s
Holding the door open, she invited him to come in quickly. As she closed the door, he reached out and parted her robe. Gazing at her naked body, he whistled appreciatively. "Baby, you're really stacked!" he complimented her. "I got the rope." He pulled out four pieces of clothesline. "Where do we play today?"
His lack of finesse disgusted her. But it was this crudeness that made the act erotic and exciting.
"The same table," she answered. She could feel the change taking place within her. The sensual trembling of excitement.
Paula started to lay down on her back. "Uh-uh!" he vetoed the position. "This time, I want you on your stomach," he ordered. She turned over and he tied her limbs down.
She was now more helpless than the previous day. She was on her stomach, unable to see what was going to happen to her back. The uncertainty of what Joey planned intoxicated her.
Tilting her head sideways, Paula saw Joey pick up a wooden plunger with the rubber suction cup. She knew he was going to use it on her ass. But how! Her heart started to pound in apprehension. He moved in back of her. There was no way of knowing what would happen next. The delay was agonizing.
"What ... what are you going to do?" she asked fearfully.
"Don't worry, baby! You're gonna dig this," he told her.
She felt the pressure of the wooden handle being inserted into her ass-hole. She felt another sensation. Her brow furrowed in concentration to identify the feeling. The added discomfort of the object being forced into her rectum screwed up her face more.
It came to her! The wooden handle had been sheathed with a condom. At least he exhibited some thought of sanitary precaution. Using a dirty handle might produce some adverse side effects.
Paula felt the handle going deeper into her rectum. The anal sheath seemed filled to bursting with that stick in it. She never allowed Ralph to fool around with her bung-hole. She was now suffering the indignity of it being violated. A sudden urge to shit came over her.
"Please, please, take it out!" she begged. "I have to shit. That stick is too much. I can't stand it!"
"That's just your imagination," he told her. She felt him put something against the stick to hold it from falling over. "I'll be right back," he told her. "Don't go away."
She remained there, prone, unable to do anything except wait. The sensation of voiding her bowels passed despite her impacted ass. Joey's disappearance puzzled her. She wondered whether he was going to leave her like that for her husband to discover her. Or was he going to subject her to some vile degrading act? She soon found out the reason for his disappearance.
She heard the footsteps of two people. She tilted her head to see Bill Kolich and the plumber return to the room. There was a leer on Kolich's face.
"Well, if it isn't Mrs. Proper, getting her daily treatment!" he taunted. "The high toned Mrs. Prim and Proper!" he said with sarcastic venom. "Objects to wild sex parties! What's the matter? Got a case of idealistic constipation ? Getting your screwed up ass unclogged?"
She strained at the ropes frantically. Her body bounced slightly off the table in her frenzied efforts to free herself. Paula's face was flushed with mortification and anger.
"You dirty bastard!" she cursed loudly at Joey. "Cut me loose and get the hell out of here. Both of you! I swear I'll have you both arrested for rape."
She continued to heap obscene curses upon them mixed with demands for her release. Both men stood there, grinning at her predicament. Kolich moved over to her and gently patted her on the buttocks.
"Take it easy, Paula. Calm down. I'm gonna be a good neighbor to you. I'm gonna fix it so you get a variety of kicks. You should of told me you weren't getting enough ass. I could of fixed you up a long time ago," he said patronizingly.
She cringed inwardly at his touch. Kolich was no better than the plumber. Both were uncouth. Both spoke with that ungrammatical speech pattern that marked the illiterate.
"How ... how did you find out about me?" she asked.
Bill tossed his head towards the plumber. "When I saw this joker come out of your house the other day, I followed him. I figured there was some hanky-panky going on with you in a bathrobe. It's surprising how much information you can get for ten dollars."
Paula glared at the grinning plumber. "You dirty bastard!" she hissed. "I hope the next woman you lay gives you a dose of the clap. Better still, I hope her husband catches you and cuts off your balls," she cursed him.
She tried to free herself. It was a futile attempt and she knew she was at their mercy. During her struggle, a mental switch was flicked. Wasn't this what she craved? This was what it was all about!
To be able to indulge in erotic acts with the stigma or feeling of guilt removed! After all, a raped woman cannot protect her chastity!
The erotic elation started to grow within her. She was ready to play the little game.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" There was terror in her question.
"Well, the first thing we're going to do is take that stupid looking thing out of your ass," Bill replied. He jerked it out.
"That's a lovely looking ass you got," he continued. "It's a shame to stick toilet plungers in it. I think we ought to let you have the real thing." Kolich stuck a finger up her ass.
Paula's hips bucked at the rude insinuation. "Feels real tight," Kolich observed. "Betcha she's never been fucked in the ass. That's what we're gonna do! Now, we have to find a comfortable way to do it."
"No, no!" Paula screamed. "Not my rectum!" she protested. "You'll damage it. Please, anything, but not that!" Her protest was a desperate plea.
Her body started to tremble. Not violently, but the emotional pulsations that seize a person when an anticipated pleasure presents itself! She could feel the incandescent glow lighting up her insides. The warm radiations from the sensation started to heat up her cunt.
Paula wondered whether she would be able to endure the promised violation of her ass. Would it be very painful? That's it! She had to endure pain for these sexual transgressions as a form of punishment! But it would be worth every torturous moment! Every exquisite tingle of pain!
"We'll tie her over the arm of the couch," Kolich told his conspirator. "Her ass will be in the right position."
"Yeh, that's good!" The plumber agreed. "But if we untie her, she'll be wildcat to handle. She might even get loose and we could really be in trouble."
"No problem at all!" Kolich answered. "First, we loosen the legs from the table. Then we tie the legs together. After that, we do the same thing with the arms," Kolich explained. "Her legs and arms will still be tied up. Then we carry her over to the couch and tie her up again."
Kolich unfastened the ropes that tied down Paula's legs to the foot of the table. Joey did the same with her hands. Picking up her body, they carried her over to the couch. They had a little difficulty doing it. Freed from the confinement of the table, Paula had more mobility.
Struggling, she twisted and squirmed, thrashing her body in every direction. Once, they dropped her on the floor because of her wriggling.
She started to scream. "Help, help! Someone help me! I'm being raped!" She knew that no one would heard her outcries. But the effect lent more excitement to the episode. Besides, she wanted to see what the men would do.
"Hey! This bitch can get us into a helluva lot of trouble," Joey said. There was anxiety in his tone.
Kolich reached into his pocket and removed a dirty handkerchief. "Don't worry! No one can hear her. I'll shove this into her mouth as a gag. Then we won't have to listen to her scream when we fuck her in the ass."
"Man! I can't wait to blow my nuts into that lovely ass. I'll bet it's as tight as a virgin's cherry! Didja ever fuck a broad in the ass?"
"Naw! I'm gonna look forward to this one," Joey answered.
Paula literally gagged on the stuffed handkerchief in her mouth. It was filthy, ill-tasting, and foul-smelling. She found it difficult to swallow her saliva at first. Although it was uncomfortable, she gradually adjusted to it. To compensate for the gag, she took deeper breaths through her nostrils.
This nuance of the impending rape intensified the yearnings that Paula had. The sodomy that was going to be performed inflamed her erotic desires.
The two men finally dumped her over the arm of the couch. Her hands were tied together. The extra length of rope no longer in use was tied to Joey's heavy tool box to prevent her from raising her arms and shoulders. They splayed her legs, tying them to the bottom on the side of the couch.
She was completely helpless, vulnerable to any perverse act they were ready to commit upon her.
"I'll go first," Kolich declared. "I'll break her in for ya. Show you how to fuck an ass."
Paula made guttural noises through the gag. She realized that it was a futile gesture. She couldn't be heard.
The touch of Kolich's cock pressing against her ass-hole sent a shiver up her spine. She shuddered in trepidation. The head of his prick pushed at the tight sphincter with little success. She could hear him breathing heavily at the effort to penetrate the tight orifice. Paula felt the beginning of pain around the rim of her puckered hole. It seemed to make a complete circle and then shoot up her spine in an aching geyser.
"Dammit!" Kolich swore. "This bitch is real tight! Gotta get something to grease up the old hole! Frig her ass with your finger," Kolich ordered the plumber. "I'm gonna get some Vaseline."
Paula tilted her head to watch Kolich's naked body leave the room. Her hips bucked at the un-welcomed finger that pumped in and out of her hole.
"Got it!" Kolich exclaimed as he returned. He stood near her face so she could watch him. Kolich's hard-on appeared to be as large as Joey's prick. She watched with a certain clinical interest as Bill smeared the thick lubricant all over his rigid pole. He moved in back of her.
There was a momentary relief from the finger probing in her hole. The next moment, she felt Kolich's finger rubbing the Vaseline into her rectum. She could feel the heavy application of the lubricant as his finger reamed her anal sheath.
This time, his attempt at penetrating her ass wasn't as difficult. The Vaseline had softened the tissues, easing the entrance of his cock. She felt the head pushing at the tight hole. There was a slow steady pressure as Kolich pushed against the resisting sphincter. Paula strained her anal muscles in an attempt to keep his prick from gaining entrance. .
It was a losing battle! With measured persistence the cock head passed into the puckered orifice. Slowly, it pressed forward, gradually fighting for every inch of conquered space. A final shove imbedded Kolich's prick up to the hilt. His pubic hairs scraped against Paula's lush buttocks.
A scream tore from Paula's throat. The gag muffled the sound. The chord muscles in her throat showed prominently from the efforts of her screaming.
Her ass felt impacted to a point of bursting apart. When Kolich made his final thrust, an excruciating bolt of painful lightning shot up her spine. Any moment she thought she would void her bowels. The pain seemed to fill the anal sheath. Confined in that small area, it seemed to seep into her cunt.
Jesus! she thought! I'm being punished. I'm being chastised for my wicked thoughts and deeds! The pain! The pain!
She closed her eyes to obliterate the excruciating throbs that pulsated in her ass. Tears squeezed out of the closed lids. Paula silently prayed for surcease from this brutal assault.
With measured tempo, she felt the thick punishing cock slowly withdrawing. For a moment, she thought it was over. But no! The promise was that she would get her ass fucked!
The cock started its deliberate return. Then the cadenced fucking began! In and out, in and out! The motions were ".nhurried at first; with each forward and backward motion, the rhythm increased.
Paula felt Kolich's balls gently flogging the insides of her thighs as he bucked his hips. She heard him grunting like some animal in heat. "Hunnrr! Hunnrr!" Low rasping grunting sounds emanated from his throat.
Her ass had adjusted to the fleshy impaction. There was still pain but it was pleasurable. It was like being fucked in the cunt! With immoral abandon, Paula began to thrust her hips in unison with Kolich's thrusts. Her position folded over the couch's arm didn't allow her the desired mobility. It was enough to satisfy the lascivious turbulence that stormed in her erogenous hole.
She breathed deeply in ecstatic exhilaration. Moans of voluptuous rapture vibrated in her throat. Ohhmmm! Ohhmwm!
"All these cunts love to get their asses fucked!" Kolich declared. "They all make a big noise about how it's going to hurt and how disgusting it is. Look at this bitch!" he told Joey. "She acts like she's in heat!"
His hands had been anchored on her hips during the assault on her hole. His grasp grew tighter. She knew what that meant! He was getting ready to come! Kolich's humping was quickening and becoming more violent.
There was one final thrust as Kolich pulled her rump closer to his groin. She felt the throb of his come shooting into her anal canal. Her buttocks felt his body tremble in the throes of his orgasmic release.
Kolich's body remained pressed against hers until the final weak spasm of the climax came. He sighed, his breath coming out in an exhaled groan.
The release of Bill's cock was less painful than its entrance. It had grown soft and came out easier than it went in. Paula felt a cool breeze against her hot puckered hole. After that workout, it needed a cooling off. She knew this was only a lull.
"I loosened her up for ya! She's all yours!" Kolich said.
Kolich moved to where she could see him. Paula stared at his flaccid prick. It had shrunk to about three inches in size. The cock glistened from the lubricant he had used. There were flecks of his come stuck to the Vaseline. There were also some specks of brown sticking on his prick.-
She marveled that she kept control of her bowels.
"You liked that, huh?" Kolich asked. "I'll tell you what! If you promise not to yell and behave yourself, I'll take out the gag!"
She mumbled and nodded her head furiously in assent. He removed the gag. She spat rapidly several times to rid her mouth of the taste and accumulation of the dirt.
"You're a bunch of animals! I promise not to yell but have pity! Please, let me go!" she begged. "Aren't you satisfied? Isn't there any ounce of decency in you? Let me go! I have to move my bowels!"
Kolich threw back his head and laughed. It was lewd and obscene. Paula knew her pleas were wasted. In this little erotic play, she had to perform as the outraged violated woman. She was trying to make it sound convincing.
Her sphincter began the unsuccessful defense of her ass as the plumber shoved his cock into her. Kolich's assault made the second penetration easier. There was minor resistance but he managed to impale himself within her rectum.
It was going to start all over again. This time, unashamedly, she would be able to give vent to her emotions. There would be no gag to hamper her outcries of ecstatic approval.
A crazy thought ran through her mind as Joey started to fuck her.
Where Kolich had been somewhat gentle, the plumber was more rough. like a starving man glutting himself on food! Joey grabbed her hips roughly and began to pound his dick into her ass with violent thrusts. Even his grunts were animal-like !
Regardless, Paula was savoring the luxuriant ecstasy of the act. She wriggled her ass and bucked her hips as well as she could. And then the perverse, immoral personality of hers took possession.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded in a husky voice of urgency. "Harder, harder, faster, faster!" she ordered. She shut her eyes to heighten the voluptuous thrill.
"Ummm! Ummm!" she murmured in rapturous approval.
Deep within her vagina, the turbulent paroxysms of an Orgasm started to stir. "OH! OH!" she exclaimed in frantic urgency. "I'm coming, I'm COMMMINGGGG!" Her body jerked wildly ! "Fuck me faster, you bastard, faster! AHHR-RRGGRRR!"
Her last outburst was a shout of anguished ecstasy. A roar of enraptured exultation. As this vocal demonstration of erotic fervor erupted from her throat, a simultaneous liquid eruption spewed forth. Joey's heavy come irrigated her rectum. Her own multiple orgasm trickled down her thighs.
The plumber removed his satisfied dick from the puckered hole. Paula remained doubled over the arm of the couch. The ordeal had left her emotionally spent. Her eyes were shut in blissful reminiscence of an orgy beyond any imagined one she could conjure up.
The ropes that had bound her were loosened. She stood up and then fell down onto the couch.
"Hey! She looks in bad shape!" There was a worried concern in Joey's declaration. "Think we better call a doctor?"
"Don't be stupid! She's just a little weak from the workout we gave her and the position she was in," Kolich answered. "See if you can find the booze around here. We'll give her a stiff shot. That oughta bring her out of it. And a little rest!"
The plumber searched around the house and finally came back with a bottle of brandy and three glasses. "Might as well have one for the road, also," he explained.
A glass of brandy was pushed into Paula's hand. She had all her faculties but Kolich was right. The ordeal and the awkward position on the couch made her a little wobbly. She bolted the drink down. The warm burning liquid seemed to revive her.
"Keep yourself in shape, Paula," Kolich said. "I gotta few friends who would love to meet you. And I know you're just dying to meet them. Don't make any appointments for the next few days. You're gonna be tied up!" He laughed at his little joke.
"All tied up! Ya get it?" He repeated it to her.
She felt exhausted. Too weak to do anything or to even think clearly. Paula nodded her head in weakened approval. "Yeah, yeah! I hear you. Now, go fuck yourself! Both of you!"
She sat on the couch, dumbly staring at the empty glass in her hand. The door slammed as the two men left. Paula was dimly conscious of their departure. Getting up, she dropped the glass onto the coffee table. Her legs lost some of their coordination. Staggering as though she was drunk, Paula managed to gain the stairs. She moved up the stairs towards the bathroom.
With a great deal of effort, she gained the toilet seat and sat down. As she voided her bladder and bowels, she buried her head in the palms of her hands.
That remorseful feeling of guilt was coming back. When she finished on the toilet, she would have to take another bath. It was becoming a ritual now.
First, the transgression; then, the bath to purify and cleanse her of the sin. Sonovabitch! she thought, I'm going to be the cleanest slut yet.
CHAPTER THREE
Paula lounged in the hot tub, her arms resting on the outer edges of the tub. Beads of perspiration pitted her face. The bathroom was filled with steam from her bath. Her eyelids were shuttered in luxuriant relaxation.
She felt like a candidate that had just been subjected to an initiation into a secret society. Every muscle in her body seemed to ache. The sphincter of her ass felt as though it would never be the same.
The past two days were unbelievable. Here she was! Paula Simmons! Strait-laced, a blue nose!
With conscious traits and patterns of behavior developed during her upbringing that were in direct opposition to the strong trends within her unconscious. Unconscious! She had to be out of her mind to be doing the things she was doing! If she didn't watch her step, the next move could be going out into the street and openly soliciting.
That bastard, Kolich! She had a premonition something like this would happen. He had been parked outside her house the other day and saw the plumber leave. That dirty mother-fucker of a plumber! He had taken twenty dollars from her. Then sold her out for a ten dollar bill to Kolich!
She opened her eyes. What the hell was happening to her? It was bad enough that she was indulging in these perverted acts! Now she was using obscene language. It was completely out of character for her.
And what did Kolich say when he left? He was going to bring in some of his friends to abuse her! And that corny shit! You're gonna be all tied up!
For the first time, real fear manifested itself. Neither the plumber or Kolich could be trusted. More people would soon find out about her unnatural sex appetite. Eventually, it could get back to Ralph. Boy! Would he have a fit!
As much as she disliked the decision, Paula made up her mind to be nice to her husband that night. The temptation to tell him of her strange desires entered her mind. It was quickly dismissed. She doubted if he would understand, especially if she confessed her indiscretions.
Getting out of the tub, she toweled herself dry. In the medicine cabinet she found a tube of ointment and applied it to her sore ass-hole. As an afterthought, she found a sanitary panty. She didn't want the ointment to stain her dress.
Finished with her purification rites, she contemplated going over to Kolich's house. She would tell him off. Either leave her alone or she would call the police! That was a stupid ultimatum ! After two sexual incidents, the police would laugh at her for preferring that kind of a charge. They would more than-likely accuse her of prostitution.
Paula bit her lip in desperate contemplation. What the hell could she threaten Kolich with? The entire situation was getting too complex to reason out. She needed something to relax her so that she could think better. A movie might help.
The movie didn't help much. Three and a half hours shot to hell watching a double feature! Paula hurried home. The movie didn't elicit any solution to her problem. There was supper to prepare. Maybe she could get Ralph to take her out for supper. Chinese food! That's it! Tell him that Chinese food was a great aphrodisiac.
Ralph came home promptly at five. Then the ritual! The kiss, the pat on the ass, and the standard password!
He accepted her suggestion enthusiastically. The meal was good, the atmosphere pleasant, and the rest of the evening promised to be a sexually enjoyable one.
Paula went to the bathroom to ready herself for bed. When she returned to the bedroom, Ralph was stretched out on the bed. He was completely nude with the covers turned down. His hand was clasped around the base of his readied hard-on. Ralph grinned lewdly at her as he waved his hardened cock.
"It's been waiting for you, darling," he said. "If you can guess what I have in my hand, you can have it."
Paula realized that she should enter into the spirit of this kind of marital banter. There was a similarity between her husband's remarks and the coarse remarks of the men who fucked her. That repulsed her. Yet, if she could degrade herself by pretending with these other men, why couldn't she do it with Ralph?
She forced herself to smile. "Let me try it on for size. If I like it, I'll keep it," she answered.
He nodded his head. "Fair enough. What would you like to do first?"
"I want to sit on it!" she said surprised at her daring.
It was a position they never used. Psychologically, Paula felt that it gave the woman a certain superiority. The woman was on top of the man. She was in the dominant position. That's what she wanted now! Dominance! For the past two days, men were dominating her. Ralph was giving her the opportunity to reverse the situation.
He didn't offer any objection. Instead, there was a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Variety is the spice of sex."
Paula approached the bed, straddling his hips. Slowly, she lowered herself against the source of his pleasure. Her hands parted her cunt as he guided his cock into her snatch.
She leaned back against his knees which he had raised as a back rest for her. His prick was completely enveloped in her cuntal cavity. Their pubic hairs pressed together. In her mind, her husband was now helplessly at her mercy. If she was so disposed, she would favor him with sexual pleasures.
His hands reached up and gently caressed her soft full tits. He started to grind his hips a little to begin the action.
"Not yet!" It was soft with a hint of a command to stop.
"Atta girl!" he exclaimed. "Let's make it last!"
Ralph's remark irritated her. She didn't want him telling her what to do. She was in command now. This fuck was going to be done her way.
His hands slipped down from her tits along her stomach and rested upon her clitoris. He began a slow gentle massage of the miniature female prick. It didn't have the same rigidity as his own cock. His intentional manipulation made it erect.
Paula began to roll her cunt back and forth, up and down on his strong fleshy prong. She deliberately moved slowly to prolong his orgasm. Ralph began to rub faster and harder against her clitoris.
After her sexual interludes, she found herself unresponsive to his digital ministrations. The hell with it, she said to herself! I'll get this stupid thing over with so I can get some sleep and Ralph won't bother me anymore.
She began to move faster, increasing the tempo of her thrusts. Ralph matched her motions with his own pelvic thrusts. At the same time, his fingers masturbated her clitty faster and harder.
"Oh, honey!" she exclaimed. "Do me faster, faster. I'm coming, I'm coming! Quick, let's come together!"
Her voice lacked the ecstatic exultation that had accompanied her previous sexual episodes. It didn't seem to affect Ralph. His breathing was labored as he attempted to match her erotic thrusts. The position he was in was also a slight handicap. In spite of this, he managed to experience a climax at the foment of her exhortation to come at the same time she was coming.
Inside her dormant cunt, she felt his orgasmic spasms spilling out the viscous fluid. His hands gripped her hips, pressing her down on him.
"Oh, honey! That's goo-o-o-oood! I'm shooting like crazy and I can feel your hot lovely orgasm shooting inside of me," she lied.
Paula waited awhile and then rolled off of him.
"That was wonderful, dear!" he told her. "We haven't had a good fuck like that for a long time. We'll have to do this more often."
"Sure, dear!" she answered and silently added, Not if I can help it!
CHAPTER FOUR
Paula felt she had discharged her marital obligations. For the time being, it would satisfy Ralph. In the morning, she avoided a repeat. Instead, she gave him a quick hand job. That was enough to hold him.
With her husband gone, Paula dressed, had breakfast, and decided to have a confrontation with Kolich. Once and for all, she would get the whole sordid matter over. Angrily, she strode out of her house and approached his doorway. She jabbed viciously at the bell several times. Inside the house, she heard the chimes ringing incessantly.
He came to fhe door and leered when he saw who his caller was. "Boy, you really have hot pants! Can't wait to get started, huh?"
"Listen, you bastard!" she hissed at him. "I don't want anything to do with you or your degenerate friends. You better stop bothering me or else!" she threatened.
"Hey! You don't want to stand outside talking to me. What will the neighbors think! You better come inside," he invited. "We can settle our differences in private."
She stepped inside the house and he closed the door after her. He smiled lewdly. "Now, what is your pleasure?"
Paula stared back at him. The whole thing was a deja vu. It was a situation that she had been through before. Only it was repeating itself.
Some inner thought told her that she didn't honestly come to him to order him to desist in annoying her. She was there because of some drive. Within her there was a sensitivity to a certain stimuli that impelled her to seek more incidents of bondage and degradation.
"Come on down to my basement. I want to show you my playroom and bar," he invited. "We can have a drink and clear the air. I want to be a good neighbor."
"Shove your drink up your ass!" she snapped back, remembering what he had done to her backside.
"I know what your hang-up is, baby!" he told her. "Okay! I'll play your fucken crazy game!"
He pulled a switchblade knife out of his pocket. He pressed the button and the intimidating blade flicked out.
"Now, move your ass downstairs, or I'll shove this knife up your cunt and put you out of business," he menaced her.
The erotic thrill of impending degradation started to tingle within her loins. She moved downstairs to his basement. It was simply furnished. The walls were paneled with cheap pine. In one corner was a beat-up couch that had seen better days. A TV set was in another corner. There were two chairs with a lamp standing next to one of the chairs. A cheap bar with three bar stools was in another corner. Of all the items in the basement, the most incongruous was a horizontal bar.
Her mind was already anticipating that the horizontal bar would have something to do with her. The trembling began in her anxious snatch.
"I don't want to ruin your good clothes. You better take them off now," he ordered.
"No!" she defied him.
He made a threatening gesture at her with the knife. "Come on, baby! Let's cut the shit! You know you're gonna take off your clothes. Stop "wasting time."
The clothes came off quickly. She stood in the cool basement, bare-assed, waiting for his next command. Paula knew what it was going to be.
Kolich had her stand under the horizontal bar. He produced a set of leather manacles and fastened them to her wrists. The leather fastenings were hooked over the bar. The position of the bar forced her to stand on her toes. Otherwise, there was a strain on her arms.
"Have a heart!" she said. "This thing is practically ripping, my arms out of their sockets. Unless I stand on my toes. Can't you lower the bar or give me something to stand on to ease the tension?" she asked.
He studied her for a while. "Yeh, I guess you're right! I wouldn't want to damage the merchandise."
Kolich adjusted the bar, lowering it. Paula was a little surprised at his consideration. Nevertheless, she welcomed it. With the adjustment of the bar, she could stand comfortably although her arms were kept in an upright position.
She could feel the moisture start a slow ooze within her eager box. Was the dampness a result of a sexual reaction in anticipation or was she going to wet herself? Paula felt whatever Kolich had planned for her would be something more devastating than anything she had been subjected to before.
Paula pressed her legs tightly together to prevent any possibility of peeing. It was cool in the basement and she was a little fearful of what was to come. Either one of these conditions could make her void her bladder.
She was aware that her face was flushed. Her pulse rate had increased. Kolich was busy behind the bar. He opened some kind of a chest or box and was rummaging through it. He seemed to have found what he was looking for. Grunting in satisfaction, Kolich returned to Paula.
Paula's eyes widened in fascination. One object was a large artificially shaped cock, thick and long. The other item was a thin metal tube with a little bulb-like tip at one end and a thick handle at the other end.
She watched as Kolich stuffed the thick phallus into her cunt. The puffy outer lips of her anxious pussy opened wide to accept this new erotic delicacy. Paula sighed in muted contentment. What a beautiful dong! It filled her entire vaginal tract. Erotic instruments for sexual pleasure were not new to her. She found a catalogue that Ralph had hidden away. She wondered what these things were like!
Kolich disappeared behind her after he had fitted the prick into her. Paula suspected where the other item was going. Into her ass-hole! The cool metal tube slid into her rectum. There was a slight jab after the insertion.
Her body began to jerk and gyrate. The instrument up her ass was some kind of vibrator. Kolich stepped in front of her and twisted a knob on the exposed end of the phallus.
Suddenly, both holes were tingling from the dual vibrators. Paula had never endured this type of sensation. It felt like a thousand prickling needles stimulating every nerve fibre in her body. It was a thousand mild electrical shocks that flooded her cunt and ass. In the confined spaces with no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself, spreading all over her body. Her body twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion.
"Stop, stop!" Paula squealed in ecstatic protest. Secretly, she wanted it to continue. "I can't stand it anymore! No more! Have mercy! Stop! Stop!"
Her pretended protests were ignored. Possibly because she wasn't convincing enough. Her protests were punctuated with groans of rapturous delights.
"Hunnrr! Hunnrr!" She made rasping grunting sounds. Followed by moans of ecstatic abandon. "Ohhrrr! Ohhrrr! Oh! Christ! More, more! Stop it, stop it!" Then the pleasurable groans! "Ahhrrgg! Ahhrrgg!"
Paula's eyes were closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the exquisite erotic torture of the vibrators and the open mouth emitting the groans and moans of pleasure.
She could feel an orgasm building up. With explosive fury, the peak of the climax burst within her. like a series of detonations, wave after wave of orgasms exploded. Vaguely, she was aware of the orgasmic juices dribbling down her thighs. It spilled past the phallic plug stuck in her box. Paula felt the wetness. But her mind and body concentrated on the taunting erotic ravishment of the vibrators humming in her sexual orifices.
Paula sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to drive her wild.
"No more, no more! I can't stand it! Please, pleasssse, stop!" she begged in earnest. She was being driven to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas.
"Ahhrrgrr! Ahhrrgrr!" It was an animal-like growl that diminished into a gurgle. She doubted whether she could withstand any further stimulation. Any moment she expected. to pass out. Her mind was tight-rope walking along a fine line between extreme, exquisite sensuality and unconsciousness.
As suddenly as it had begun, the vibrators stopped. Paula's body continued to thrash, still in the throes of the piquant tingles that persisted. It took her a few seconds to realize that Kolich had turned them off.
In her most bizzare flights of fantasy, she never imagined such ecstatic rapture. Such sensual stirrings!
All she wanted was to be raped! A simple violation of her pure body without the guilt of enjoying the sex act. After all! She was being fucked against her will!
Kolich stood in front of her, studying her reactions while he smoked a cigarette. She sensed his stares but she was too spent after the ordeal to care. Her body and mind were recovering from the excessive strains placed upon her erotic sensibilities. Paula was in the process of recuperating from the effects.
He brought the tip of the cigarette close to her tit. She stared down at the glowing tip in terror.
"Do you get any kicks from feeling pain?" he asked with a satanic grin.
"No, NO!" she screamed. "Don't burn me. I just want to be tied up and raped," she confessed. The words rushed out of her mouth. "Have a heart, Bill!" she pleaded. "You know you can do anything you want with me. But no pain, please! I couldn't stand it." Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried softly.
The cigarette moved closer as she continued to scream in terror. His hand stopped a few inches away from her tit. She could feel the heat emanating from the fiery glow.
"Naw! I don't get my kicks that way," he told her. "I figured you might get some kicks at the thought that something real bad could happen to you," he explained. "Looks like you're not ready for that scene yet.
"You know what I don't like about you?" He didn't wait for her reply. "You're a stuck-up bitch! A snob! You make believe that fucking is some kinda dirty thing! I bet you're even a cock-teaser with your husband."
He returned to the box behind the bar and returned with a cat-o'-nine tails. Kolich shook it out in front of her.
"Oh Jesus," she thought! "He's going to beat me with that thing. I'll die if he uses that thing on me."
Kolich stared at her. "I'm gonna give you a chance to save your ass." His voice was stern. "I want you to tell me a story. I want you to tell me how many different ways you want to be fucked. Use all the dirty words! And make the story good!" he demanded. "Or else!" She knew what that or else meant!
The threat of a whipping terrorized her. She tried to swallow to create more saliva. The fear had dried up the moisture in her mouth. Paula could appreciate fantasizing and participating in the sex scenes relating to a rape. Defiling her chaste body was something she could appreciate. This nuance that Kolich introduced was something else.
Her voice was low and weak. "I ... I want a man to ... to tie me up ... and then ... then fuck me!" She began timorously.
"Louder!" Kolich ordered. "And put more emotion in it! I want you to get me hot." He re--. moved his clothes. "See my cock! It's a peter "meter! When you get through talking, I want to see that cock stiff. If it ain't..." He swung his whip.
This was nothing compared to the other indignities she had suffered. He was debasing her in the worst way. Kolich was invading her most secret desires and passions. No one had ever done that before!
Paula realized that a new plateau in sexual degradation had been reached by her. Kolich was probably unaware that he was doing her a favor. He was forcing her to release her inhibitions. Strengthened by this thought, she warmed to the consequence imposed upon her.
"I want to have a man with a cock that knows how to use it. I want to feel that big luscious prick pumping hard in my cunt," she declared.
Inspired by the freedom to express her sexual desires under duress, Paula continued.
She would make Kolich's prick get hard! She would also fill her body with the voluptuous feelings of rapture. Her imagination would spark the sexual fuse that would ignite her body.
"I want to feel that thick dick filling up my snatch so full that it will feel like it's going to burst open," she continued. "I want him to pump like crazy. So deep into my hot snatch that it would feel like he was going to come against my tonsils.
"Then I want to suddenly feel his cock throbbing, shooting his hot load into my starving pussy. That lovely hot juicy load! Oh, how beautiful it is. And then I'll come! And our two bodies will bump and cement together while our love juices mix together."
She paused. There were wild stirrings in her loins. Gazing at Kolich's prick, she saw it was still flaccid. It surprised her that the sight of her naked body didn't excite him. Her story would have to be sexier if she was to accomplish her task.
"Then he would take out his soft prick from my cunt. He would insist that I suck him off. That lovely cock with our jism smeared all over it," she described. "I would refuse to do it because I want him to force me. I really would like to suck him off. He slaps me around and makes all kinds of nasty threats. I agree to suck him off if he unties my hands.
"So he would untie my hands. Then I would take his lovely soft cock in my mouth. I would let my tongue lick off the delicious juice on his prick. I'd lick it like an ice-cream cone.
"I would hold his balls cupped in one hand. With the other hand, I would push his dick into my mouth."
She continued the description of the act. The way her lips would fit tightly closed about his prong. Letting her moist tongue roll around the crown of the shaft. Teasing it to grow into a respectable size for enjoyment.
Paula described the way her hands would gently caress the balls of her attacker while her velvety oral brush would paint his dick xvith saliva. No space would be left untouched as her caresses glided firmly across the fleshy lollipop in her mouth. Her head would twist slowly, this way, that way.
Deep in her oral cavity, the cock would be swollen from sexual engorgement. Paula's cheeks were a bellows forcing its air on a tiny spark to fan it into a roaring fire. The warm breath from her huffing and puffing as she blew on the hard-on would send exciting currents down the man's spine. She would make soft sucking sounds as she teased the captured cock in her mouth.
Paula interrupted her narration. During the description of the blow job, she kept her eyes on Kolich's prick. She detected a slight response. The recitation of her desires was also having an effect upon her. She was a loose woman, a wanton, giving release to her desperate desires.
But her assignment was also a challenge. She wanted to see if she could enflame a man b speech rather than action. If she could make him as horny as she. Her story continued on.
Alternating her style, she would bite gently on the underside of the cock, drawing the tight flesh between her lips. Her tongue would convey a quick kiss on each area that she bit. Then she would move her mouth slowly down another half inch and repeat the procedure.
Paula would stop her lingual caresses on the prick. Turning her concentration to the man's balls, she would suck in a ball at a time and lavish soft licks on them with her tongue. Then Paula's agile tongue would roll over the scrotum. It would pass along the perineum and touch the ass-hole. Her tongue would start wild flicking licks rolling around the perimeter of the puckered hole. And suddenly, the tip of the tongue would make a valiant effort to penetrate the orifice. A transposition of relationship.
The tongue was the woman's cock and she was trying to fuck the man in the ass.
Shifting her mouth once more, Paula would return to the man's cock. This time, the smoldering embers that were within the forge of his balls would become the roaring fire.
Her tongue and lips would be working frantically. Her head bobbing up and down to induce the intense heat of a flaming burst of the final climax.
The sensitive tissues of her mouth detected the initial spasms of the violent eruption. Thick jets of milky white come geysered into her oral chalice. A liquid tribute in payment for her able effort.
Paula had been watching Kolich's cock all the while. She had' succeeded in getting it to grow to a respectable size. The accomplishment was not singular. Her description of this sexual episode had whetted her own sexual appetite. There was a lascivious wish on her part for something more physical and dramatic to happen.
"That wasn't too bad!" he conceded. "Just for that, I'm going to let you do the same thing. You probably have other wild dreams but this will do for the time being. I'm going to let you outta that rig. But I'm gonna tie your feet together so you can't run away. And when you get to that part about licking my ass, I want you to do a good job!" He said it with an ominous insistence.
"All right," she agreed in a dispirited tone. "But first, can I use the john? I have to go bad."
"Sure!" Kolich agreed with a lewd smile. "We can't have you leaking all over the floor." He released her from the bar but left her hands shackled.
"How can I use the john with my hands like this?" she asked.
"All you do is sit on your ass to take a leak. Unless you piss with your fingers!" he answered sarcastically. "Or do you stand up and try to pee like a man?"
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked.
"Follow me." He took her to a door and opened it, flicking the switch.
She moved towards the toilet and paused. He was standing at the doorway. Her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Would you mind stepping out and closing the door? I'd like a little privacy," she said.
A dirty laugh rumbled in his throat. "You're hot shit!" he exclaimed. "After all you've said and done, you still expect me to believe you have any modesty left! Come on! Stop wasting time. Sit down and take your leak. I'm in a hurry for that blow job. Besides, I have to pick up a fare in an hour."
She sat down on the wooden seat. Kolich had succeeded in humiliating her more. No one had ever witnessed her do this private personal act. Even Ralph was never permitted into the bathroom while she bathed or used the toilet.
His presence inhibited her. The sudden desire to urinate had disappeared.
"Come on, come on!" he insisted. "If you're gonna take a leak, take it!"
Paula knew she had to void her bladder. She strained in an effort to do so. Kolich turned on the faucet. He laughed. "Maybe this'll help you."
The hell with it, she thought! In that moment, the flushing sound of water voiding from her urethra gushed into the bowl. Her face flushed from the embarrassment of Kolich's presence.
He laughed again. "That's a good girl! Now let's go back to the couch. I want to see if you can really suck the way you talk about it."
Awkwardly, she reached for the toilet tissue to wipe her moistened cunt. He watched her while she did this.
"I'll say this much for you, Paula. When it comes to taking a leak, you got class!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Paula got up from the toilet and walked past him with a disdainful air. She tried to appear proud. He told her he disliked her snobbish airs. Maybe, it would infuriate him! And he would humiliate her more. Anything to incite more degrading acts against her. They went back to the basement room.
Kolich hooked her up onto the bar again. "I thought you wanted to make me suck you off," she said.
"You're too anxious," he said. "Besides, I have something else to do first. Do you know what they do with women who collaborate with the enemy? They shave their hair off!"
She gasped with horror. Panic at the thought that her lovely long black hair was to be removed horrified her. "You ... you ... wouldn't do ... no, no ... not my hair! Please, Bill, not that! Anything but that!" Her frightened agitation reflected in her pleas made in a trembling voice.
She had seen pictures of women shorn of their long tresses. Their bald heads making them look grotesque and ugly. A shudder made her cringe.
He laughed malevolently. "Ha, ha! I betcha thought I was gonna take the hair offa your head! Don't worry! All I'm gonna do is shave off that cunt hair. A lotta guys now dig that shaved look."
Paula felt a slight surge of relief that it was only her pubic hairs that would be shaved. But it was still a horrible thing! How could she explain it to her husband! What would he think when he saw the hairless cunt? Yet, there was something impishly wicked in having the hair removed. It might be more exciting to see that bare pussy shorn of its fur! The thick puffy outer lips folded inward along the deep gash!
Kolich seemed prepared for this additional degradation to be heaped upon Paula. He produced a shaving brush and started to cover her hairy bush with the lather.
"No, no!" Paula protested. "Don't take off the hair. What will I tell my husband? Please, not the hair! I'll have trouble trying to hide it from him. It'll take a long time for it to grow back," she pleafully argued. She wriggled her hips in a futile attempt to prevent him from lathering her up.
An electric tingle sky-rocketed from her clitoris up through her stomach. The tactile manipulations of the shaving cream's application pressed against her sensitive clitty. Kolich seemed to be deliberately prolonging the preparation. Her hips wriggled and squirmed in sensuous delight. Her raised hands shackled to the horizontal bar strained as her body gyrated in erotic approval.
A straight edge razor magically appeared in his hand. He began the scraping motions against the hirsute camouflage. The razor was stripping away the last vestige of sexual secrecy. The hairy veil that hid a woman's venereal mystery! The size and shape of her cunt! Kolich wiped the mixture of cream and hair off the blade against the apron of the couch cover. Finished with the job, he rubbed off the excess moisture and cream with a towel.
Paula's crotch felt cooler with the absence of the hair. But her snatch was still hot! That moisture against the reddened folds of her slit wasn't from the shaving lather.
She gazed down at the bare pussy. The naked sight excited her. There was something lewd about a hairless snatch. Something that was compellingly lascivious.
"That's some cunt!" Kolich said in obscene admiration. "I'm going to take you off that bar.
And then we're gonna see if you can suck as good as you talk about it. And don't forget that trip around the world! When you get to my ass-hole, I want you to really lick it good!"
He took her down from the bar and dragged her over to the couch. Untying her hands, he fastened her legs so that she couldn't run away. Kolich brought along his switchblade knife. He shook it menacingly at her. "Just in case you get any ideas of biting my cock or squeezing my balls! Make one wrong move and that lovely face of yours will be scarred for life."
He stretched out on the couch and she knelt down between his splayed legs. Paula grasped the root of his cock and bowed her head over his cock. Her mouth opened and his cock disappeared into it with a vacuum cleaner effect. She sucked it up. One hand fondled his balls while her tongue lathered the sides of his shaft heavily with lather. As her tongue reached the head of his blood-inflamed cock, she shifted her attack. Teasingly, she lingually caressed the rim of the ruby knob.
Shifting the rhythm, she covered the length of Kolich's prick with soft sucking kisses. Her head pumped up and down like a drill rig seeking oil. Firm lips rubbed against the hardened flesh as it traveled back and forth. Each time that it reached the frenum, her tongue would rotate around the circumference. Then the mouth would plunge downward, swallowing the entire prick into the depths of her oral cavity.
Paula's tempo increased as her head jerked back and forth in a quickening cadence.
"Suck my ass!" Kolich ordered.
Her assault on his cock was interrupted by his new command. A flattened tongue left a moist trail as it slithered down towards the balls. He raised his hips so that she could get better access to his ass. Paula's tongue passed over his balls and along the perineum. That small space between the edge of the scrotum and the beginning of the crack in his ass.
She grimaced at the foul odor emanating from his ass. Her face screwed up. His impatient urgings and threats forced her to continue the distasteful act. Paula's tongue glided along the crack between his buttocks. The unpleasant acerbity of his ass-hole almost made her retch. Impelled by Kolich's threats and her own desire to be further degraded, Paula continued to lick his ass.
Her tongue rolled over the puckered depression. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she lapped heavily at the hole. She tried to twist her tongue into a lingual lance. The tip of her tongue pressed against the hole in a feeble attempt to penetrate the tight aperture.
That's what she'd like to do! Fuck this animal! She wished her tongue was a thick cock so she could shove it up Kolich's ass. Just as his cock had penetrated hers!
In spite of this, she was experiencing the dewy precipitation of erotic excitement forming in her cunt.
"Not bad, not bad!" Kolich exclaimed. "Now finish me off!"
She was thankful for the respite and change. Changing back to his prong, Paula concentrated her efforts upon effecting a quick orgasm for him. The act was losing its thrill for her. The faster it was over, the faster Kolich would bring in someone else as he had promised.
As she sucked wildly on the rigid shaft, her hands jerked at the root of his shaft. One hand still held his balls cupped in her palm. She felt the pulsating contractions staring in his scrotum. His hands grabbed at her head, thrusting it downward. Kolich raised his hips in a violent heave. The movement rammed his cock almost into her throat.
Paula started to gag at the unfamiliar irritation. The buried cock in her throat started to spurt its thick milky discharge. She made gurgling gagging sounds trying to keep from retching and at the same time, swallowing his copious come.
He kept her face pressed against his groin. When the last paroxysms of his climax vanished, he released his grip. She brought up her head quickly, gasping for air. Her tits bounced up and down as her chest heaved in deep breaths. That stupid bastard almost choked me with his violent reaction!
Getting up from the couch, Kolich made her lie down. He found some cord and bound her spread-eagled on it. It was a dirty couch, the covers stained. It was such an unesthetic place to be raped! But it was ideally suited for the commission of a degrading rape! Paula knew she would have reveled being laid in a garbage dump. The more degrading the act; the less conducive the atmosphere to the act; the more exhilarating and exciting it was.
Kolich dressed hurriedly. He glanced at his wristwatch. Paula assumed he was late for his appointment.
"You're not going to leave me alone like this! Tied up!" she exclaimed. "You're leaving me completely helpless. What if someone comes in and they find me like this?"
He chuckled. "You'd love that! He'd probably fuck you silly!"
She realized that the question was a stupid one. "Suppose there's a fire? How would I get free?" she offered another excuse to be freed.
"All you have to do is piss like you did before and you can put out the fire," he. obscenely suggested. "Don't worry, honey! I won't be gone that long for anything to happen. Just relax and dream about the lovely fuck you're gonna get soon." .
His steps sounded on the steps and he disappeared from sight. She was alone with her thoughts. Pulling at her bonds, she tested the security of the ropes. Bill had done a good job. .He had tied her securely but not too tight to cut off the circulation.
Alone in the stillness of the room, Paula had time to think. The quiet atmosphere sharpened her senses. Her hearing seemed more acute. She could swear she heard the humming cycle of the refrigerator above her. The dirty mustiness of the room assailed her sense of smell, An itch started to irritate one side of her cunt. Desperately, she wanted to scratch it. She bumped her hips in a simulated fucking motion. Only the space and air met her thrusts offering little relief. A vulgar thought occurred. Maybe she should try to piss!
The water would geyser into the air and fall back upon the itch. The urge to void her bladder wasn't present. Besides, that would be a disgusting thing to do. She'd be lying in her urine, wet and uncomfortable like some baby.
Where the hell was that Kolich bastard! It seemed like he had been gone hours! Actually, only fifteen minutes had passed. Paula, in her bound position, lost all concept of time. In her solitary confinement, her mind altered between cursing Kolich and anticipating the impending ravishment of her body.
Her attuned ears heard the door slam upstairs. There were indistinguishable voices. Footsteps and voices drew nearer. The voices were discern-able now. She heard the coarse vulgar joking and laughter and the steps moved down the basement steps.
Paula's eyes were focused on the steps to see the kind of man that was going to attack her. He was a short, pudgy, ugly-faced man. His clothes identified him as some sort of a businessman. He had a suit, shirt, and tie on. At least he wasn't some common type of laboren The two men drew closer to the couch.
"Well, what do you think, Mr. Smith?" Kolich asked. "Is she a piece of ass or isn't she?"
Paula's body shivered as the man called Smith glanced down at her. His eyes greedily swept over her body from her round hemispherical tits to the shaved pudenda. He didn't have to touch, her. The lustful gleam that coveted her body said more than any words he would utter.
Mr. Smith had thick pendulous lips that drooled. Hastily, he undressed, exposing a heavy paunch that tried to hide the hard-on that peeked out underneath it.
"Boy! That stuff is worth every cent!" he declared.
Worth every cent! That dirty mother-fucker of a sonovabitch! Kolich was peddling her ass. It was bad enough that he was degrading her by getting strange men to rape her. But to sell her flesh like some prostitute was the final debasing act. Her realization of what happened incited her.
"You're a fucking pimp!" she shouted at Kolich. "You'd fuck your own mother if you could get to make money on the deal!"
Her outburst made Mr. Smith frown. "Don't mind her!" Kolich assured him. "It's part of the act. It makes her hornier. She fucks better when she uses that dirty language."
The pudgy man smiled. He lowered his body on top of hers. Paula felt his weight pressing down on her. The tip of his cock pressed against her hairless slit. His breath, smelling of cigars, blew into her face. He had bad breath which was repulsive. But the thrilling part of his contact was his cock against her pudenda!
The absence of her pubic hairs made her cunt more sensitive. The missing hair enhanced the contact. There was a barrier with the presence of hair. Her skin tingled at the erotic touch of the erogenous cock. She could feel voluptuous churnings starting to rumble in the bowels of her anxious twat.
His foul-smelling mouth closed over her mouth, slobbering her lips with disgusting kisses. While he kissed her, his hands fondled her ample tits with eager squeezes. Slowly, he trailed his salivating lips down to her breasts, kissing her chin, and throat on the way down.
He paused, his thick lips curling over one ruby nipple. Paula felt him suck up the entire tip, areola and tip. The little round reddish disc surrounding the node and the tip. As he concentrated on sucking her tit, his right hand continued to squeeze the other tit.
Despite her revulsion, Paula's body was going through several physiological changes. The nipple that Mr. Smith was sucking on was reacting to the stimulation. The reddish node became stiff and sensitive. It was a tip of an ignited fuse. The spark rushed along the nervous system down towards her snatch.
The fat man shifted his attention to her other breast. He repeated the same ritual of sucking and squeezing. Sating his appetite for tit-sucking, he continued to bathe her body with his wet, sloppy kisses.
Paula wriggled her body as his tongue moved towards her belly-button. Her body movements were partially due to the tickling sensation of his sensual tongue. His oral brush lingered over the indented navel. Voluptuous sparks began to crackle in her hot cunt.
She tumbled her hips in blissful appreciation. Little murmurs of ecstatic approval cooed from her lips. "Ummmm! Ummmm!" Paula's mind was anticipating where Mr. Smith's lips would eventually stop.
Not every man liked to suck a woman's pussy. Obviously, the man that was servicing her loved to eat pussy. The shaved pudenda made her cunt more attractive. No one had ever sucked her cunt! It was a taboo! But that was one more moral barrier that would be torn down! Her fertile imagination was already envisioning the wild sexual torment his mouth would subject her to when he reached his objective.
His descending mouth was moving towards his goal. She felt his damp chin move past the tip of her clitoris. Another erotic spark burst into flame within her cunt at the touch. Her hips thrust forward. The tongue passed over her clitoris and paused.
With the same tantalizing oral manipulations, Mr. Smith's mouth teased that tiny center of pleasure. She could feel the clamped lips tugging on that distended piece of erogenous flesh. Her mind seemed to explode. Sensual shrapnel tore into every fiber of Paula's body.
She screamed in ecstatic anguish. "Ahhrrgg! Ahhrrgg!" Then to incite her tormentor and her own carnal desires, she demanded in complete abandon, "Suck me, suck me! Harder, harder! Don't stop, don't stop! More, more!"
Every nerve ending fiber in her body was aflame. Mr. Smith was an accomplished cunt-lapper. He was making her passionately violent. The unaccustomed sensation was adding new dimensions to her sexual experience.
Paula continued to groan and scream, alternating exhortations and anguished sounds of pleasure. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr! MORE, MORE! SUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER!"
Her hips bucked erratically! Short quick jerks followed by faster harder thrusts. Mr. Smith had cupped her buttocks in his short pudgy palms. He held her crotch tightly against his face.
She was aware of his heavy breathing as warm bursts of air blew against her skin from his nose. It was only a slight awareness. Her mind was conscious of one thing only. Mr. Smith's tantalizing mouth!
His oral expertise was creating wave after wave of erotic rapture. like a turbulent sea, wave after wave of violent ecstatic pleasure pounded against the walls of her battered cunt.
It was like the sensations of the twin vibrators that Kolich had used on her. It was the same violent throbbing and yet it wasn't! Every pore in her body tingled with electrifying rapture. Lancing shivers stabbed into every nerve ending.
Then the orgasmic spasms began to pulsate inside of her hot snatch. Paula had felt it building up like a tidal wave. Held back by a dam! And with a titanic force, breaking through.
The orgasm flooded her quim.
"Oohh! Oohh! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMMMINNNNGG!" she announced in wild ecstasy. The first orgasmic spasm was followed by another.
"Oohh, Oohh!" she cried out. "It's still coming. I'm still coming," she said.
Her climaxes were intense paroxysms that sent sensual shocks into every part of her body. Paula's body continued to thrash in spite of her confinement. She experienced five rapid orgasms.
"No more, no more!" she protested weakly. Her senses had been taxed to the limit. She gulped in large draughts of air, breathing rapidly. "Stop, stop! I can't take anymore! Oh please, please, no more!"
Physically, her body had reached its point of sexual tolerance. But her rapacious desires demanded more. It reflected in her mixed outbursts.
"More, more J Suck me, suck me! Drain me dry! Suck all that come out of me. I'm coming like crazy! I can't stop!" she said. And then her voice would plead, "Stop, stop! I'm dying, I'm dying! Oh, Jesus! Stop!"
Her body shook with erotic convulsions. Her alternate pleas of continuing and desisting were punctuated with groans.
"Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr!" And finally, one tremendous body spasm and an anguished shout-"YAHRRGGRR."
Mr. Smith stopped his lingual lavishings. Paula had heaved her body in one frantic thrust. Her tormented body lay spent on the dirty couch. Her respiration was rapid. Her eyes were closed. The sexual onslaught had speeded up her metabolism and she was now decelerating. She had rushed up to a pinnacle of piquant pleasure. Slowly, she was descending from that point, returning to a plateau of normalcy.
Mr. Smith showed worried concern. "Is ... is she all right?"
"Sure!" Kolich answered. "All these bitches act like that when they have hot nuts! She's okay! She still has a lot of mileage in her. Keep going!"
Paula dimly heard the conversation. She wanted to be left alone. She doubted whether she could endure further stimulation. Feebly, she moaned in protest. "No more, no more." In spite of the protest, there was a desire to find out if he could ravish her again to the same fever pitch.
His mouth fastened against her already ravaged pussy. The oral attack began again. Paula felt her hips being raised. Mr. Smith's tongue passed from one slit to another. It glided from her cunt to the depression between her full buttocks.
She arched her back upward, her body straining against the bonds. The tantalizing tongue teased the puckered hole of her ass. His heavy saliva saturated the cheeks of her ass as well as her hole. It was a sensual stimulation but did not compare to the other sexual nuances.
Mr. Smith ran his tongue back to her cunt. With practiced skill, he repeated his oral torment. Paula sinuously tumbled her hips and grounded her body against the couch. The smoldering embers of passion, temporarily dampened by her profuse orgasmic discharges, ignited again.
The rekindled flames of erotic passion burned more fiercely in the fleshy furnace of her cunt. The lascivious sensuality of the tormenting ravishment drew renewed groans.
"Ahhhrrr! Ahhhrrr!" The sounds were of a woman sexually aroused. An expression of tortured anguish but in reality, the acclamation of exquisite sexual voluptuousness.
Her mind refused to concentrate on one thought. She vacillated between rational moments of pleas to stop and violent lustful demands for increased stimulation.
"Stop, stop, STOP! No, please, no more, no more! I can't stand it. You're killing me, YOU'RE KILLING ME!" And then the insistent, "Suck me! Harder, harder! Oh that's good, that's good!
"More, more! Ohhhhmmmm! Ohhhhmmmm!" And with a violent savage-like shriek, "YAHHRRRrrrrr!"
It was a wild yell, ripping from her throat, and then diminishing into a subdued whimper. Paula's body made one last severe spasm and remained suspended in mid-air briefly. She fell back against the couch totally exhausted.
Mr. Smith halted his onslaught. His chin glistened from the saliva dripping from his mouth and Paula's come. During the second time he assaulted her defenseless pussy, she managed four more orgasms. She doubted whether she could endure any more sex. She was ready to surrender the rapturous bliss of sexual contact for a life of celibacy.
She was completely exhausted. Drained of every bit of energy and emotionally empty. Her body was moist with perspiration. She could feel her long black hair clinging to her shoulders. Her body was a damaged piece of machinery that would need extensive repairs. A hot bath, a relaxing massage, and new set for her hair. Paula felt and looked a mess.
In her spent state, her eyes were shut as she tried to recoup some of her energy. Her eyelids fluttered and she opened her eyes. Mr. Smith was standing close to her, jerking off. Paula was still a little disoriented. As she watched his fat fist pump furiously up and down, she realized what was to happen next.
Once more, she was to suffer an ignominious degradation. He was going to shoot his spunk all over her body! He was going to defile her by pouring out his scum upon her lovely body.
Paula never believed that she could be defiled in so many ways. Her attention was drawn to the head of his cock as it appeared and disappeared between the pumping fist. She heard him groan a little sigh.
Then the spuming come shot out in staccato bursts. She felt the first thick glob strike her chest. It was warm and sticky. It was like a gun! He was firing harmless pellets at her. About a half a dozen globs struck her, hitting her on the tits and chin.
The viscous drops, warm upon contact, turned cold. Paula felt uncomfortable at the sticky cold sensation.
During the enactment of her sexual fantasies, she accepted the act as degrading although it was a normal one. But this! This vulgar perverted act of coming all over her body! Her lustful mind could not conceive of anything so degenerate and debasing.
In spite of her disgust, she had taken another step in releasing her inhibition regarding carnal pleasure.
Suddenly, her disposition took a radical change. There was a bored indifference in her tone as she said, "If you're finished with your kicks, untie me. I have to get to the hairdressers.
"I haven't all day to fuck around. I have things to do!"
There was a surprised look on Mr. Smith's face at her remarks. Kolich chuckled. "You're a real pisser, honey! Okay, I'll untie you. See you around tomorrow!"
Standing up, she mustered as much dignity as she could. She went into the bathroom to remove the come from her body. She dressed quickly. Paula moved through the room and up the stairs without acknowledging the parting remarks from the two men.
Her mind cursed Kolich for selling her body. She thought of all kinds of dire things that should happen to him. He was using her and she hated him for it. Hated him for having her abused in this manner.
He told her to return on the following day! The hell she would! Secretly though, she knew she would be back. like a moth drawn to a flame! Paula wished she could rid herself of this urge to be constantly degraded.
CHAPTER SIX
After Paula left Kolich's house, she went home. She checked the yellow pages of the telephone directory. Finding a salon that catered special services for women, she made an appointment.
A sauna bath, rub-down, and a hair-set worked miracles for her. She looked refreshed. Her only problem was to keep Ralph from discovering her shaved pudenda. If he did find out, she would have to do some quick lying.
Her recent sexual experiences had cooled her ardor for her husband. She couldn't tell him that she did it to make herself more provocative for him. That would mean having sex with him. That was the furthest thing from her mind. The hell with it! She'd tell him that she had some sort of skin disorder. The dermatologist she had visited had his nurse remove the pubic hairs.
Paula felt smugly satisfied with herself. She had concocted a good story! There was a flaw in it! If she had a skin disorder, shouldn't there be some kind of medication ? Simple! On the way home, she stopped off at her doctor.
At the office, her doctor listened to her complaint. He nodded with professional interest as she described imaginary symptoms. His head bobbed in clinical agreement at her confession of the removal of the offending pubic hairs. All she needed was a prescription for some kind of an ointment. She didn't want to take up his time. Just any kind of ointment would do.
The doctor insisted upon examining the area. Paula realized that she couldn't protest too much. It would make him suspicious. There was no other choice but to submit to his examination.
She undressed and covered herself with the .green examining gown used for women. The nurse helped her onto the examining table and adjusted Paula's feet into the metal stirrups. Laying back, Paula watched the doctor examine her cunt.
He studied the puffy outer lips. The nurse handed him a speculum. The cool metal instrument was inserted into her cunt. She felt the flanged bars parting her snatch. The doctor flashed a light into the reddish folds of skin. She wondered if he would discover that her pretended complaint was a hoax.
His intent look of interest turned into a frown. "That vaginal tract looks extremely inflamed, Mrs. Simmons. I don't think your problem is dermatological. I'm going to have the nurse give you a Pap test. I'll give you a prescription for an ointment.
"I'd refrain from sexual intercourse for a few days. Keep an eye on that condition. If it gets any worse, get in touch with me immediately. I'll set up an appointment with a good gynecologist. If the ointment clears up the condition, good! Either way, call me in two days. You can get dressed after the nurse finishes with the test."
Beautiful, Paula thought! No sex with Ralph and a valid excuse for the abstinence and the lack of cuntal hairs. Besides, she enjoyed the absence of the pubic hairs. It made that area more sensitive to sex. And men found it more erogenous! She returned home, pleased with heringenuity.
When Ralph came home that night, she waited until after supper to tell him the news. He evidenced concern about her physical well-being. There was also a hint of disappointment at the news that they would have to refrain from sex. Ralph pressed her for some idea of how long it would last. Silently she answered, "as long as I can make it last."
Pretending concerned disappointment, she replied, "I don't know, dear. I just hope they find out quickly what's wrong. You know how much sex with you means to me."
That night, they watched TV Paula studied her husband as he viewed the screen. She knew he was concerned about her welfare. She also knew he was bothered and annoyed by the indefinite .period of abstinence. Inwardly, she was enjoying the situation. It was a sort of reverse sexual torture she was imposing upon him.
When they viewed the eleven o'clock news, Paula got up to go to bed. Ralph followed her into the bedroom. "Can I see your cunt?" he asked.
She didn't like the way he asked her. He was probably interested from a clinical aspect. Then there was the possibility his interest was more asexual.
"Oh, it looks ugly!" she protested in an attempt to discourage exposing herself.
"Is it really that bad?" He became very concerned.
"Well, not really! But they shaved off all the hair!" she persisted in avoiding the need to display her naked pussy.
"I won't faint at the sight," he sarcastically replied.
Paula knew she couldn't avoid showing him the shaved cunt. She was already dressed in her nightie. Moving closer to him, she pulled up the hem, exposing herself. "There!" she exclaimed with annoyed impatience. "Are you satisfied?"
His eyes rested on that salacious sight. It was a tempting one. He looked up at her. "What the hell are you so damned up tight about? I'm your husband," he declared. "You act like I'm some lecherous old fart asking some kid to expose herself. Or that I'm raping you like I was a complete stranger."
Paula realized that she had pushed the situation too far. It was bad enough to withhold sexual contact from her husband. There was no point in precipitating further hostilities.
"Oh, Ralph, let's not fight! It's just that ... that this whole thing has upset me so much," she lied in an attempt to placate him. "The doctor said it should clear up in a few days. Then we can make up for lost time." She smiled at him. "Okay?"
He grinned sheepishly at her. "Yeh! I'm sorry I lost my temper. I guess this whole thing has us both up tight." He gave her a warm kiss on the mouth. She responded half-heartedly.
"Let's not excite ourselves too much honey!" she excused her lack of response.
"How about playing with my peter for a while?" he asked.
"Not tonight, Ralph. I'm not up to it," she said.
He sighed disappointedly. "Yeh! Come to think of it. I've just lost the urge. Good night, dear."
Paula grunted a response and turned away from him. In the dark, she grinned maliciously. Kolich was providing the sexual excitement she craved. More than her husband could give her. As she snuggled against her pillow, making herself comfortable; her mind dwelled on the surprises that would be in store for her the next day.
Ralph left for work in the morning. Paula slipped into a bra and panties. She dressed herself in an old jersey blouse and a skirt. After her morning breakfast, she went out to see Bill Kolich.
Her face screwed up in a mask of annoyance as she rang his bell. The door opened immediately. She looked around furtively to see if anyone was watching her. Stepping inside, she began a tirade.
"Look here, Kolich, I'm getting damned fed up with this sexual abuse you've been subjecting me to. Once and for all, it has got to stop." She tried to instill the right inflection of irritation in her voice.
He shook his head in mild disbelief. "Jeez, Paula! Why don't you stop this shit? You're dying for some good cock. And you make believe you hate it." He sighed without waiting for her to answer.
"But if that's the way you get your kicks, who am I to disappoint you. Let's go downstairs. You're gonna have some real fucking later," he promised.
"You must think I'm some kind of a loose woman, a whore," her voice rose in angry disavowal. She raised her hand and swung at his face. It was intended to demonstrate her earnest reproof of his attitude towards her. Inwardly, it was meant to provoke him. To make him do disgusting things to her.
At first, her sexual charade with the plumber was based on teasing him. To provoke him or any man into raping her. The pretended efforts had been discovered by Kolich. The method had to be changed. She could no longer tease. Violence begets violence. That was the only way she could succeed in her objective.
He caught her by the wrist before the blow landed. Kolich twisted her arm making her cry out in pain.
"So you want to play rough, now, huh? You're a real crazy bitch! But it helps the action! A lot of guys dig broads like you. And broads like you dig sex. Too bad we can't mess you up a bit," he said in mild disappointment. "I know a lot of guys who'd love to work you over."
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" she. complained.
"Stop bitching! You love it!" he told her. He loosened his grip a little easing up on the pressure. "Come on downstairs to the playroom. You're going to put on a real show today."
The pain had eased in her arm. Paula continued to protest the rough treatment. She balked a little, refusing to move but Kolich applied a little pressure and she gave in.
He shackled her to the horizontal bar and left her alone. She started to worry. She hoped that Kolich's customer wouldn't rip off her clothes. Tilting her head, she twisted her neck trying to see the hands on her wristwatch. Kolich had been gone over a half an hour. Her arms were getting tired in the upright position.
The slam of the door and the footsteps heralded his return. It seemed like there was more than two. They came down the stairs. Kolich with two burly men. They looked like truck-drivers or stevedores. Their language was coarse and vulgar.
Kolich unfastened her shackles. Paula rubbed her shoulders to get the blood circulating. Her arms felt heavy and stiff.
The two men sat down on the couch and Kolich served them drinks. She stood there, stupidly staring at them. Paula had no idea of what was expected of her. She didn't want to engage them in conversation. That would destroy the effect. Her attitude was one of hostility. To be friendly towards them would be contrary to the unwritten rules of the game.
However, they were unaware of what the rules were. All they knew was that they were promised a good time with a horny broad. At least that was what they had been promised and paid for.
"When's the show gonna begin?" one of the men asked.
Kolich turned to Paula. "Okay, honey, start the striptease."
She gave him a dull look. "Where's my music?"
He stepped over to a record player. She hadn't noticed the addition of this apparatus. With a flick of the switch, he started the music. Paula stood there listening to the music.
The music was a slow ballad with a bass sax emitting a solo passage. It was orgiastic in sound and Paula stood listening to the beat. The rhythm of the music was a phantom spirit that took possession of her body. Slowly, she began to sway in tempo with the sound. Paula moved about the floor in measured steps. Her hands drifted up to her waist and she pulled the jersey blouse off. Next, she removed her skirt, discarding both pieces of clothing with careless abandon in back of her.
Paula closed her eyes, temporarily shutting out the atmosphere of lust that surrounded her in that basement room. She was concentrating on the music. With sinuous grace, she moved around the room. Her performance was one of interpretation; her idea of how to do a strip tease dance.
Moving to a spot in front of the couch, Paula removed her bra. Freed of their confinement, her round firm tits swung free. Her hands swung upward from the rib cage to her luxuriant fleshy gourds. The palms were pressed firmly against her body as she moved them in a provocative unhurried caress. Her palms cupped the heavy breasts as she proffered them in a teasing gesture.
She studied their faces but they didn't see her. Their attention was riveted on her exciting boobs. Their eyes were glazed, shining with lust. One of the men stood up and began to strip. The thick bulge in the crotch of his jockey shorts attested to the effectiveness of Paula's dance.
Her hands dropped down to her hips. She stood in place, undulating her hips, slowly gyrating them in obscene movements. Every movement was intended to have some significant nuance. Her fingers slipped into the elastic band of her panties. Without pausing or missing a beat of the music, she slipped the panties off, letting them drop to her feet, and stepping out of them.
Exclamations of lustful approval rewarded the sight of her naked body.
"Sonovabitch!" one of the men said, "look at that fuckin' bilt!"
"Yeh! Dig dat pussy! No hair! Mama mia!" the other rejoined.
"She's a hot piece of ass, boys!" Kolich said. "Fucks like a mink and loves every minute of it."
Paula's hands fluttered over her body in wanton search, finally resting on her groin. Changing the tempo, she gently rubbed her hands along her thighs. She bowed slightly at the waist, bringing her hands down to the knees. This position made her tits hang a little, accentuating the tits' erotic appearance.
Slowly, in a zigzag fashion, Paula brought her hands upward. Her legs were apart, knees slightly bent. The hands moved upward towards each other as if drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. The two hands met at the apex, her cunt. Her fingers reached out for the thick puffy labial exterior of her snatch.
With the effective showmanship of a stripper, she conveyed the desired tantalizing results. She drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of her hot pussy. Heavy audible gasps came from the two men. Both had stripped off their clothing. Their rampant rods were ready to taste the promised goodies that Paula showed them.
Tauntingly, she moved her hips forward, back, in rotation; her parted slit beckoning, calling to them like some Lorelei. She was pleased with herself. Paula had never performed such a lascivious dance before. It was her first attempt and she had succeeded in arousing a lustful desire in her audience. Her own erotic desires had been provoked by the act.
One of the men jumped up and grabbed her. One hand roughly captured her cunt as his mouth clamped over a coral studded tit.
"Hey, hey!" the other man protested. "Who the hell said you could fuck her first?" The disagreement of first chance to fuck Paula threatened to disrupt the sexual episode.
Kolich, with diplomatic skill stepped into the scene. "Whoa! Whoa!" he called out. "There's plenty of her for both of you. We can settle this two ways," he offered. "You can flip a coin to see who goes first or you can both fuck her at the same time. Then switch!'
Two men fucking her at the same time! The suggestion appealed to Paula's prurient feelings. She sensed the beginning of the libidinous longings stirring within her. She opted for the double fuck, wondering how and what it would be like.
The two men stood there momentarily considering the offers Kolich had made. The man who had seized Paula relinquished his grip. Their faces were screwed up in considered deliberation.
"How are we gonna fuck her at the same time?" one of them asked.
"Simple! One fucks her from the front and the other from behind," Kolich explained. "And let me tell you!" he assured them, "she's got a nice tight ass. Either way, it's a good piece of ass!"
The two men looked at each other in silent conversation. They nodded in unison. "Okay! How do we make it?" one of them asked.
Kolich asked them for their choice. The one that wanted to fuck her cunt was told to stretch out on the couch. Paula was ordered to impale herself upon his rigid prick. After checking that the bottom man was comfortably positioned, Kolich instructed his other customer to assault her ass. He handed the man a jar of Vaseline to make the entrance easier.
Paula's body rested comfortably on top of the man who was fucking her cunt. It wasn't too bad. Her hips jerked when the second man started to ream her ass with his lubricated finger. Involuntarily, her ass moved upward to avoid the impending impaction. She felt the assaulting prick press against her tight sphincter. Gradually, the thick piece of flesh passed through the yielding ass-hole. With a final push, it was completely imbedded in her anal sheath.
"Hey! I think I can feel your prick through her cunt wall!" the bottom man exclaimed.
"Wait'll you fuck her ass! Man! You ain't been fucked until you've got your cock in a tight ass-hole," the other declared.
To Paula, their joyous expressions of delights at the discovered erotic pleasure was nothing compared to her feelings. Each new sexual encounter brought added thrills to her. She couldn't believe that there were so many ways to have sex. The type of sex that could arouse such succulent sensuality.
The man behind her held her hips with large strong hands. She felt the strength in his fingers as he gripped her tightly. Paula discovered that sex was a strenuous exercise. Even powerful men like the two she was with became overtaxed from the exertion.
But they came on strong like roaring lions with strong hard cocks! Then they jerked their hips in violent thrusts pumping their rigid pieces of flesh into some venereal part of a woman. A soft part like her cunt, or mouth, or ass-hole. They strained and grunted until they orgasmed. When the final spasms of their climax ended, the men were spent. And that hard prick was soft!
This crazy thought came to Paula as the man behind her pumped his fleshy piston into her housing box. His virile body moved in robust thrusts. Soft breathing grunts emitted from his throat as his mobile frame bumped against the soft cheeks of her ass.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" Just a low even grunt indicating he was breathing normally with just a little hint of physical effort.
Although she was sandwiched between the two men, Paula wasn't too uncomfortable. Had the man behind her been on top of her, she would have experienced discomfort. He was standing, bent over her, but supporting himself in a partially upright position by his grip on her hips. The pressure of his fingers was the uncomfortable part.
It was a thrilling sensation to be fucked from both ends at the same time. Paula compared it to the dual stimulation Kolich had subjected her to with the vibrators. It didn't have the wild pulsation of the mechanical stimulators. There was still something good to be said about the twin fuck.
Paula sighed softly, savoring the fleshy sexual contact. "Mmmmm, mmmmm!" It was a warm comfortable feeling. The lips of her puckered hole would retract as the cock slid in. As the fleshy rod moved outward, her sphincter moved upward with it. Its lips compressed about the cock in a venereal kiss, reluctantly refusing to relinquish its grip.
"Hey, man, this is a bummer!" the bottom man complained. "I ain't got no action here. I gotta have some room to move. You keep coming down when I'm going up! Let's get together."
Paula didn't want to say anything. Her role was that of a violated woman. There seemed to be some merit in the complaint. Intuitively, she felt that they were doing something wrong. She was tempted to offer a solution but refrained from doing so.
Let the bastards figure it out for themselves, she thought.
"I think you guys oughta get together," Kolich suggested. "When Tony shoves upward into her cunt, Mike moves back out of her ass. And when
Mike shoves it into her ass, you move back, Tony!" he instructed.
So now they had names! They were no longer nameless faces! Mike was in her ass while she laid on Tony.
"Now hold it!" Kolich said. "Let's do it by the numbers. I'll get you started. On the first count, Tony fucks up and Mike pulls back. Are you ready? Hut, two, three, fourp!" Kolich counted in cadence.
The two men picked up the beat. Tony thrust his hips forward and Mike surrendered part of his imbedded cock. The new arrangement suited them.
The synchronized movements changed the sensations considerably. Paula felt it in the rhythm and in her physical reaction. They were like two lumberjacks sawing a huge log. Altering the strokes, Mike pushed his cock deep into her rectum and Tony's hips moved backwards.
Her ass felt the heat from the friction of Mike's cock. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahhrrr!" Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moan. "Ahhrrr, Ahhrrr!" Even the cock working in her moist quim permeated her cunny with a fire of erotic rapture.
The temperature became more intense. Paula could feel the glow diffusing itself. Her twin holes were bubbling cauldrons in which two cocks stirred diligently.
Mike's hips were bouncing against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His balls gently whipped her thighs. She heard his breathing pattern change. He was exerting more effort now in violent fucking.
"Hunnrr! Hunnrrr!" They were sounds of deep raspy grunts.
Tony's hot breath blew up into her face. He was expending his energy also with hard penile thrusts. His animal sounds were almost the same as Mike's. But it was more of a growl. "Grrnnnrrr, grrnnnrr!"
She felt the lascivious turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to explode at any moment. During the initial part of the act, the stimulation elicited gentle murmurs. With the increasing intensity, she discarded her inhibitions.
She gave vent to her own animalistic growls. "Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!" Her body tried to synchronize with the movements of the two men plowing her fertile fields.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, Oh! Give me more, more! I can feel those juicy cocks fucking me! Beautiful, beautiful! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted them in frantic pleas.
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated the ass from her cunt. She could feel the pounding. With that severe pounding against that fleshy wall of muscle and tissue, she wondered if they would break through and shoot come over each other's cocks! What a crazy thought!
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Her eyes dreamily shuttered in ecstatic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the perverse sexuality streamed through her body.
An orgasm of explosive fury burst in her bowels. She didn't know whether it was her ass or cunt. All she felt was a violent spasm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up!" she pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER!" Her urgings were louder and strident. "I'm coming again! Oh, Oh! I'm shooting another load! I'm coming, I'M COMM-MINNGGG! AHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She raised her body up on her hands. Throwing back her head, the cry burst from her throat. From a forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spasmic emissions of an orgasm from Mike's prick split into her rectum. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Tony flooded her snatch with his come.
Her body collapsed against Tony's. Mike had made his final thrust. His hips were curved against Paula's rounded buttocks. His head rested on her back. The sexual storm that had shaken them had abated. It left the three of them spent. They remained fused in that way for several minutes. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return to refresh them.
Mike was the first to recover. He withdrew his flaccid cock from Paula's ass. She was freed of his weight when he stood up. With some effort, she shifted her body away from Tony. This prick had suffered the same fate as Mike's sex piece.
Paula rolled over on her back alongside of Tony. The lascivious fever that had burned within her was dissipating. Her body was returning to a normal temperature.
Kolich went to his bar and returned with a tray of drinks. "Well, what did I tell you! Is she or isn't she some piece of ass? The second time will be even better."
The two men accepted the hospitality of their host. Kolich held the tray out towards Paula. She raised herself on one elbow and took the drink.
"Thanks for nothing!" she said.
Tony and Mike raised their glasses. They waved the drinks towards Paula in a silent toast. A testimonial to their appreciation of the sexual satisfaction she had given them.
The conversation of the three men centered about the quality of the drinks, sex, and sports. They ignored Paula for which she was grateful.
She had no use for them other than the instruments to satisfy her carnal cravings. They were below her socially, intellectually, and culturally. Grudgingly, she conceded that these studs were good. Her depraved desires had been adequately satisfied. She had been raped as she wanted. Soon, they would rape her again.
Paula was thankful for some physical differences between the sexes. A woman could experience multiple orgasms. She could probably have sex relations with a half dozen men, one after another. Each time, an orgasm could be induced.
But a man! That was something different! After he came, it was a matter of time before he could revitalize his cock. It took a little longer to get that prick hard. And he had to work harder to bring on his climax.
She knew that within a few minutes they would reverse the roles. Looking at her watch, she saw that fifteen minutes had elapsed. Soon, Tony and Mike would feel raunchy again.
Tony clapped his hands. "Well, it's time for me to get a crack at the crack in the ass!" He laughed at his crudely poor joke. He had signified his intentions to have another bout of sex. Paula waited to hear some remark from Mike.
He disappointed her. All he said was, "Yeh! Don't forget that cadence crap. I don't want to get fucked up like you did when we did it the last time."
Mike took his place on the couch. "Let's go, baby. I'm ready," he announced to her.
She wanted to resume fucking with them. She could not show any enthusiastic response. It would defeat the imagery of her fantasies. The effect Paula wanted was coerced participation.
"I won't do it!" she defiantly responded.
Mike looked at Kolish. "Hey! What kind of shit is this? I paid good dough to get laid." There was impatient irritation in his voice. "Is this broad gonna fuck or not?"
Kolich held up his hand in a placating gesture. He smiled at the two men whose patience was being tried. They stood frowning at this new development. Paula suspected they might beat him up. She was considering the pleasure of foregoing her personal sexual satisfaction in exchange for the satisfaction of seeing Kolich beaten up.
"I'll scream rape and implicate you two slobs," she threatened them.
The expression of irritation on the two men's faces changed to alarm. "Hey, man! I don't dig this beef about a rape," Mike confronted Kolich. "Just give me back my dough and I'll split."
"That goes for me, too!" Tony demanded.
Kolich tried to maintain the smile on his face. A frozen smile of assurance. "I told you guys this kook was a little flaky!" He turned to Paula and slapped her face.
Reaching down, he yanked at her long dark hair and tugged a handful of hair viciously. "Come on, you bitch! Stop fucking around! You loved every bit of that first bang you got. Now get your ass in gear and get your kicks with the second time around."
She howled with pain. "All right, you bastard! Only let go of my hair."
Paula looked around at the two men, her gaze resting on their shrunken dongs. She laughed in derision. "What are they gonna fuck me with? Their fingers? They haven't got any hard-ons!"
She had added another dimension to her charade. Antagonizing her attacker tended to incite him. Provoking him, made him react more violently. The expression on their faces told her she had obtained the desired effects.
At first, she wanted to be bound. Being tied up restrained her mobility. Her new ploy was to be forced into the act and then provoke the aggressor. After that there was no problem in obtaining the sexual satisfaction she craved.
"You fucking bitch!" Tony muttered angrily. "Just wait until I get my dick up your ass. You're gonna yell for mercy!"
She laughed derisively again. "You're still going to have to get something stiff enough to put in."
The situation called for Kolich to pacify his clients. He grabbed Paula by the hair again. "This time, you're gonna give these guys a half and half job. You're gonna suck their cocks till they're nice and hard. Then they're gonna fuck you silly! You're gonna be fucked bow-legged."
Paula felt the thrill building up in her. A little shiver of pleasure ran up her spine. She was being forced to suck the men off and then ... then the exquisite consummate rapture of a dual fucking.
She was forced to kneel on the floor and Tony presented himself to her. His hands clasped her head. He jerked her face roughly towards her crotch.
"Suck me off, bitch!" he ordered. Her rapacious mouth closed over the detumescent cock. Under her ministrations, it burgeoned. He withdrew his prick, now hardened.
"I'm gonna shove this cock up your ass!" he warned her. "And I ain't gonna use any Vaseline. In the meantime, you're gonna suck my friend's cock off. And then we're gonna fuck you till there won't be anything left to fuck!"
He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to a standing position. Paula was roughly pushed towards the couch. She was forced to bend over. She felt the rough hard insinuation pressing into her ass. First the crown of the prick, followed by the thick shaft.
Her inclination was to withhold any outcry of pain. That would give them some satisfaction for the ridicule she had heaped upon them. Paula was reluctant to give them that pleasure. Instead, she gritted her teeth and compressed her lips. Her eyes were tightly shut to squeeze away the pain Tony was inflicting upon her.
Tony had penetrated her rectum fully. Mike took up a position on the couch underneath her. Paula sucked his prick until he was ready to enter her.
The first time they had coupled, it was easy. This time, she found it more awkward and painful. Somehow, she managed to make the connection with Mike. With Kolich starting them off again, the lustful attack resumed. This time, the penile thrusts were more violent. Mike and Tony were retaliating, wreaking their vengeance on her for her earlier remarks.
In spite of the pain, she reveled in their lusty thrusts. They were unaware of the raptuous thrills that they were creating for her. Or the paroxysms of pleasure! She heard their heavy breathing as they exerted effort to complete their threat. To fuck her till there wasn't anything left to fuck!
She had vowed to herself that she would not give them the satisfaction of crying out in pain. That was one thing! The ecstasy of their violent fucking was something else! Paula was unable to-restrain herself from crying out in orgiastic sounds of sexual approval.
"Oh, Oh! You're killing me! I'm dying, I'm dying! Oh! Stop, stop!" She cried out. Her cries were pretexts. She could feel their rage spilling into her, firing up her own passion.
The fury of their fucking stoked her fiery furnaces. Paula's whole body was burning from the incandescent lascivious tempo of the frenzied coupling.
"Now, now!" Her voice insisted. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded. "Ohh, Ohhh! Ahh! Ahhh!" she grunted her exclamations of rapture. "That's good, that's good! I feel you coming. Now, now! I'm coming, I'm shooting! Whaa! Whoa!" Her breath came out in jerky gasps. "Ahhrrgg, Ahhrrgg!" The throaty sounds of a sensual seizure.
Her body convulsed and jerked as she orgasmed just as Tony filled her ass with his come. Seconds later, Mike's prick started the climactic contractions that sent the white glutinous liquid into her throbbing quim.
The three bodies collapsed in a stacked heap.
Minutes later, they untangled, separating their fused bodies.
"That's some piece of ass!" Mike said in grudging admiration. "I know a lotta guys that would love to fuck her."
Kolich nodded appreciatively. "Good, good! I'll let you know when I can set it up for you. See you around!"
Paula's attackers dressed and left. She remained on the couch in a supine pose. She hadn't exactly been fucked bow-legged but her ass and cunt throbbed deliciously. Her thighs and lower frame ached from the exhausting punishment her body absorbed. Twice, she had been screwed simultaneously from the front and back. The only compensation was the sexual gratification.
As the expression went, she had been laid, relayed, and parlayed.
"Better get yourself together," Kolich advised her. "I've got you booked for a matinee."
"Have a heart!" she pleaded in a groan. "I'm bushed! I couldn't stand another session like this one. Honest! It will only irritate my vagina and then I'll have to see a doctor, and then I'll have to explain to my husband...."
He laughed. "Vagina? Boy, you are imagine! Okay, okay! But you better be ready for at least two sessions tomorrow. Do you understand? No bullshit! No excuses!"
She nodded weakly. "All right, all right!" Getting up, she moved to her scattered clothing. Slowly, still tired, she dressed.
"I'll show you to the door," Kolich offered.
"Never mind!" she answered. "I found my way in. I can find my way out." Trudging up the basement stairs, she left the scene of Kolich's little theater. That's what it was to her. A place where she could safely act out her sexual fantasies. She had also found a perfect director and producer for her carnal caprices.
He was vulgar, coarse, and obscene. All the characteristics she abhorred! The perfect type to recreate the scenes that she wanted to play. Scenes her conscience and inhibitions refused to let her act out. Kolich had become her personal mentor and tormentor in sex. Had she persisted in teasing various tradesmen and servicemen as she did initially with the plumber, the situation might have been worse.
With Kolich, most of the danger had been eliminated. He carefully selected her attackers. He was always present to see that no real harm came to her. She was thankful for that much.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That evening, Ralph solicitously queried her about the faked ailment. She lied, telling him that it was no better. In one respect, she told the truth. Her ass and snatch were still irritated by the abuse she had received.
Paula was unaware that her attitude was driving a wedge into their marriage. Unaware or indifferent, it made no matter to her. All she could think of was the rapes she had experienced. All she knew was that the lack of marital bliss was compensated by the extra-curricular activities at Bill Kolich's house. Those anticipated moments stimulated her libido.
Consummating sex using the medium of imagined rape only heightened her licentious nature. A feeling that had been restrained and kept subdued by her inhibitions'.
Names and faces didn't mean anything to Paula. They were all just means to an end. It didn't matter if their name was Joey, Mike, Tony, Tom, Dick or Harry. Tall, short, fat, or thin! Size didn't matter either. What mattered was how effectively they could arouse her sexually! How capable they were in using their pricks, mouths, hands, anything to satisfy her carnal desires.
The days seemed to pass with never ending surprises. Each day brought new awakening to Paula's lascivious longings. A week had passed since her first encounter with the plumber. Tiny bristles began to appear on her pudenda. She took her electric razor reserved for her legs and armpits and removed the stubble. The naked pudenda appealed to her and she intended to maintain the look as long as she could.
Her relationship with her husband was a breech that widened like an earthquake fissure. She evaded the thought of what was happening to her marriage. One day, there would be a confrontation. At that time, Paula would resolve her problem with Ralph. If not, then divorce! Only one thing mattered to her. The daily quest to quench her libidinous thirst.
Paula's relationship with Kolich continued to flourish. Every day, she would visit his house. He would secure her to the horizontal bar. Sometimes, he would tie her spread-eagled on the couch. After that, he would leave and return with one or two men. Each time, Kolich's guests would sate their sexual appetites. She, in turn, would slake her intense sexuality. The more she indulged in these sexual alliances, the more insatiable her needs became.
Several times, Kolich had booked her several times in one day. The thrill of these multiple encounters only made her hungry for more. During moments of lull, Kolich would satisfy his own lust by attacking Paula. She reacted like an automaton during these moments. Sex with him was like having sex with her husband.
It wasn't stimulating enough. She couldn't reveal the desires that were locked up within her. By communicating her needs, she became the alter ego that possessed her. Instead, she went through the mechanical gyrations and noises associated with sex. She did not want to bare her innermost thoughts during normal relations. By now, sex with Kolich was as normal as cohabiting with Ralph.
Her mood changed quickly when Kolich brought in a man. The dreams became realities.
On one particular day, eight days after her liaison with Kolich, she waited spread-eagled upon the couch. Usually, she didn't have to wait too long for him to return. She learned to wait patiently for his return. At the beginning, the time was interminable. But Paula had acquired a certain amount of patience. While her mind and body craved the stimulus of erogenous play, she had conditioned herself to accept the temporary delay. Ultimately, she would have her yearnings fulfilled.
It was a hot July day in the streets. Downstairs, in the basement, the temperature was lower. She felt the coolness caress her nude body. A soft sigh of bored impatience escaped her lips. Upstairs, the door closed. Her heart started to beat a little faster. There were other sounds, familiar ones of voices and footsteps. And yet, there was something in the sounds that were just a little different!
Her mind tried to identify the sounds and place them in proper perspective. Horror, from mortification, dispelled the erotic anticipation she was expecting.
Paula had identified the voice and the footsteps! It was a woman! Kolich was bringing a woman to degrade Paula. What kind of a woman was she? What kind of humiliation would this woman inflict upon her?
Kolich and his client appeared at the foot of the stairs. They walked over to the couch. While the woman viewed Paula's nude body, Paula studied her.
The woman was about forty, almost as tall as Paula. She was on the thin side and carried herself with a certain regal bearing. Her face was narrow with high cheekbones. The eyes were gray and her hair was light brown. Her hair was braided and then worn over her head with a tiara effect.
Paula's eyes shifted to the small attach' case the woman carried. Her thoughts dwelled on its contents. She wondered what instruments that the case held and what kind of gratification this woman could induce.
"She's an extremely pretty girl," the woman said. "Well proportioned. Lovely breasts, large and firm. And that shaved pudenda! It's cute! What a deliciously inviting body! I'm sure I will be thoroughly pleased by our ... our encounter."
She spoke in a clear modulated voice. Her appearance and speech indicated a woman of some breeding. Even her choice of words had an air of respectability to them. Her pause when she groped for the proper word for sex! An encounter, she termed it. Also, her use of the words of breast and pudenda.
Paula speculated about the woman. Was she like Paula? Dignified and proper under normal conditions and a lustful wanton in the throes of sex. She would soon find out.
The woman shifted her gaze from Paula's sexual attributes' and smiled at her. Their eyes met and the woman said, "Call me Cara, my dear. I shall call you Galatea. And we shall have a wonderful exquisite encounter. Do you know who Galatea was?"
Paula shook her head. Cara continued. "Galatea was an ivory statue carved by Pygmalion with whom he fell in love. And the goddess Aphrodite gave it life." She smiled slyly. "And you know who Aphrodite was!"
As the woman spoke, she started to disrobe. She stripped of the beige jacket of her linen suit.
Her hands reached for the hooks and zipper on the side of her skirt. Unfastened, she removed her skirt. Carefully, she folded her suit and placed it on one of the chairs. By holding her head sideways, Paula could watch Cara undress completely.
The next piece of apparel was the nylon blouse. After that, the bra came off. Then the half-slip and lastly, black laced panties. When the last item was removed, Cara turned to exhibit her own body.
She had small thin pendulous tits. Her cunt was also shaved. Cara's face was wreathed in a warm smile as she moved towards the bound Paula.
"Now, my dear Galatea, let's not disappoint Aphrodite," she said. Cara lay down alongside of Paula. Her hand slipped under Paula's head. Her other hand gently slipped over an exposed tit.
Paula felt repulsion at the woman's attitude and contact. It was different being raped by a man. She could identify. There was no opportunity to relate to a woman during sexual contact. At least, not for Paula.
She could smell the expensive perfume anointed on Cara's body. Paula was like a bitch in heat desiring the animal odor of perspiration and other smells that emanated from a man's body. The musky scent of Cara's perfume acted as a deterrent. Most men attacked her body first. Very few kissed her.
Paula was shocked at the contact of Cara's mouth against her lips. Cara's arm under her head held it captive while her mouth pressed tightly against Paula's lips.
She smelled the freshness of Cara's breath as they kissed. When Cara's mouth parted slightly and her tongue pressed against the closed lips, Paula was filled with revulsion. The insistent tongue continued to press against the compressed lips. Little murmured groans escaped from Cara's throat as she persisted in her attempt to gain access into Paula's mouth.
Motivated by a sudden compulsion, Paula opened her mouth and Cara's tongue glided in. It sought Paula's tongue, probing into the sensual oral cavity. The two tongues collided and erotically joined in a lingual embrace.
Paula's body tingled with the revelation of a new sensation. The oral contact of their soul kissing sent a voluptuous chill through her. Sensually erogenous, this special kiss elicited a thrill she had never experienced before.
As they kissed, Cara's hand gently caressed and kneaded the tit. Her fingers rotated over the areola, massaging it. Slowly, the fingers drifted to the tiny tip. The nipple was stiff from the erotic stimulation.
Cara's hand slipped away from the tit, gliding downward along the naked torso. With deliberate purpose, the hand leisurely explored every part of the body as it descended towards Paula's cunt.
Her mouth left Paula's lips and began soft gentle kisses. The chin, the neck, the hollow of the throat, and then, paused at the roseate node. The inflamed nipple.
Cara's hand continued along the flat stomach towards the depression between Paula's thighs. The exploring fingers rested on the venereal papule, the sensitive clitoris. The focal point of pleasure. While her fingers gently stroked the rigid tiny piece of flesh, her mouth sucked at Paula's tit.
Paula couldn't remember the many times her tits had been sucked by the men who had raped her. None of them could emulate the tender erotic sucking this woman skillfully practiced. Nor had their manipulations of her erogenous areas evoke such rapturous thrills. Cara's mouth and fingers sent lancing shivers into her eager cunny. Paula couldn't wait until this woman started to eat her pussy in earnest.
The aroused Paula grounded her buttocks into the couch. She wriggled her hips sinuously, moving them in a slow erotic grind. A moan of ecstatic approval rumbled in her throat. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
The tantalizing mouth that teased Paula's tit pursued other quests. Lovingly, the lips pressed against the hillocks of the ample breasts. With soft, gentle, sucking kisses, Cara covered Paula's body as she moved downward. Releasing the clitoris, Cara slipped her fingers into the moistened' cunt. At that moment, her mouth closed over the inflamed organ.
Paula squirmed in delirious rapture as the fitted mouth began to coax her into further sensual gratification. Cara had inserted two fingers into the dewy snatch. The contrived phallus moved in and out, frigging the cunt. It was slow, unhurried, resembling a vaginal massage rather than a simulated fuck.
In the meantime, Cara's lips and tongue sent chilling tremors through Paula's body. It started at the base of her clitoris, dipped into the depths of her vagina, and with accelerating force shot upward through her stomach.
Paula continued to moan and squirm. "Ohhmm! Ohhmmm! That feels good! That's good!" She murmured light sighs of approval. Soft little humming sounds. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
She felt the gentle pulsations of an orgasm building up. Gradually, the sensation grew more intense. "Oh! OH! I'm coming! I'm coming! That's good, that's good!"
It was a different type of orgasm Paula was experiencing. The internal contractions were strong and erotically stimulating. Yet, it lacked the violent spasms she felt when men fucked her. But the feeling was good! Sensually satisfactory!
Cara interrupted her ministrations. "Now for a little diversion," she declared. She got up from the couch and opened her little attach' case. From it, she extracted a huge dildo, complete with straps. Paula watched as she put on the sexual device.
"Don't worry, my dear, I won't hurt you," Cara assured her.
She parted the damp folds of Paula's dampened twat and with tender care slipped the thick phallus into her. Cara started the rhythmic hip movements. Supporting her body's weight on one hand, Cara used the other hand to stimulate
Paula's clitoris.
Guided by Paula's reaction to the stimulus, Cara bucked and rocked her hips. She sent the dildo in and out in strong thrusts. Paula's body quivered in delighted response. Once more, the vibrant tinglings tickled the erogenous nerve endings. It was a strong erotic itch that had to be scratched.
Every fiber in Paula's body was on fire, generated by the heat of this sexual conflagration. She cried out. It was a low moan or a whimper. Her voice was a lustful demand.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Harder, harder! That's it, that's it! Shove that fucking thing into me! Oh! Oh! My cunt's on fire! I'm on fire! I'm coming, I'm coming! All that lovely come! It's pouring out of me! It won't stop! It keeps pouring!"
Cara pulled her hips back and withdrew the dildo. Kneeling, she fastened her mouth to Paula's flowing cunt. Her tongue dipped into the spuming fleshy chalice. Paula felt the probing tongue lapping up the heavy cuntal discharge.
Satisfied with her efforts and her thirst quenched at Paula's venereal fountain, Cara stood up. Removing the dildo, she smiled at Paula.
"That was a delightful experience, my dear," she said. "Now it's my turn. I want to see if you can reciprocate as lovingly as I did. No, no! It won't be necessary for you to get up. You stay right there. You won't have to use your hands. Just your mouth and tongue will do nicely," Cara told her.
Paula winced mentally. She had been seduced by a Lesbian. This was further degradation. She didn't mind sucking a man's cock. Her mind rejected the thought of cunt-lapping. There was no other choice. Any effort at balking would result in Kolich doing something to hurt her. Eventually, she would wind up committing the repulsive act.
Cara positioned herself above Paula's head. Her knees were alongside Paula's head, pressing against it like some fleshy vise. She leaned forward supporting her body on her hands and knees. The puffy hairless cunt was poised over Paula's mouth. Lowering her hips, she brought the exposed cunt lips down on Paula's mouth.
"All right, my little Galatea," Cara declared, "start sucking me off and make it good!"
Paula stared up at the puffy mound of flesh indented by a sensually looking cleft. At this close range, the bared cunt seemed so unappetizing. She wondered why men became stimulated at such a sight. Her nostrils caught the scent of the musky perfume that Cara used.
"Come on!" Cara impatiently demanded. "Started kissing and licking."
Paula began by gingerly running the flat of her tongue against the clitoral glans. Cara pressed her crotch against Paula's face. This brought the clitoris into her mouth. Paula sucked the tender flesh into her rapacious mouth. Her jaws worked as she sucked with strong lip movements.
The crotch grounded into her face as Cara squirmed with ecstatic approval. "Stick your tongue into my cunt," she ordered, "and lick that for a while."
Paula was surprised that she used the word. Smiling to herself, Paula knew that this bitch was no better than she. Princess or prostitute, when a woman was in heat, her status as a lady disappeared.
Switching from one area to another, she followed Cara's instructions. She concentrated on the slippery canal, letting her tongue slide in and out. The glands inside of Cara's vagina had started to sweat in a slow drip along the walls of the snatch.
"Ohhh! That's good, that's nice!" Cara moaned in approval. "Now back to my clitoris, honey."
Paula shifted her lingual manipulations at the insistent request. She pressed her mouth against the hood of the clitoris and captured the tiny turgid piece of flesh. Her teeth closed over the base of the clitoris. Holding it firmly without biting on the clitty painfully, Paula tugged at it. She tried to stretch it as painlessly as possible.
Holding the venereal papule in a tight oral grip, Paula flicked her tongue over it rapidly. The flat side of her tongue slapped at Cara's clitoris with machine-gun velocity. Cara raised her hips, bucking them in a frantic gyration.
"That's it, that's it, you bitch!" Cara exclaimed in a violent outburst. "Suck it, suck it! Oh, Oh! My cunt's on fire! SUCK, SUCK, YOU BITCH!" she demanded in a strident voice.
"Ahhrr, Ahhrr! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she declared. "Now, now, you fucking bitch! Oh, what a load I'm shooting."
Paula's mouth was still fastened against the clitoris. The violent thrusts from Cara's hips created a two-fold problem. Paula was getting a pounding from the crotch banging into her face. She was also afraid that her grip on the clitoris would damage it. Cara was oblivious of this. Her own inhibitions had disappeared with the onset of the orgasms.
"Catch my come!" Cara ordered. "I'm shooting a load. All that lovely come juice! Drink it out of me, drain me, drain it out of me."
Once more, Paula transferred her oral attentions. Her mouth clamped over the flooded vulva. She found it more difficult to breathe. Her mouth and nose were almost buried into the flowing snatch. Cara's violent body thrusts weren't helping any either.
Cara's voice was strident. "That's it, that's it! Oh, you cunt-lapping bitch! Suck me good! Drain it out of me! I'm coming again! YAHHRRR!" Her voice was a savage shriek with blood-curdling overtones.
Her body gave a final jerk upward and fell heavily against Paula's face. Paula's mouth had sucked in the heavy orgasmic juices. She found the taste of the orgasmic discharge not too distasteful. The crotch bearing down on her face was smothering her. Paula tried to extract her face free.
During the final throes of her climax, Cara fell forward. She lay across Paula in an inverted position on top of her. If there was any strength left in her she could have indulged in her own cunt-lapping of Paula's snatch. Instead, she remained outstretched on her stomach, her face buried in Paula's crotch. However, at the moment she was not inclined to indulge in any further sex play.
Aside from Cara's weight on top of her, Paula wasn't too uncomfortable. She could breathe easier with her face free. Cara's body still suffered mild convulsions. Gradually, the turbulent sensuality that had gripped her, disappeared. She removed her body off of Paula.
"That was lovely, my dear," she declared in a composed voice. She said it as though she was thanking Paula for a hospitable gesture. "We must get together again some time in the future and have another encounter. It's so refreshing."
Cara blew her a kiss. She turned and went to the chair where her clothes were folded neatly. Exhibiting the same dignity when she arrived, Cara dressed carefully. She turned to Kolich.
"You may drive me back to my house," she said.
Kolich nodded. Paula watched them leave. The thought occurred to Paula that other women had problems also. She wasn't the only one to have repressed sexual desires. At least, she didn't have to pay to obtain her satisfaction.
Poor Cara! She had to pay for it! Paula wondered how many other women paid to enjoy sex. Or the women who wanted sex, who had special yearnings that were unsatisfied!
Paula sighed and her thoughts returned to her own problems. She speculated about Kolich. What kind of a character would he bring her when he returned?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paula's pretended skin ailment was having a negative affect upon her husband. It has initially-started out with his showing concern. Within the time that had elapsed, his concern changed to irritation. Ralph was annoyed that she gave him little information concerning her condition. Answers to his questions were vague replies.
She had called the doctor several days after her visit to say that the condition had cleared up. In the meantime, she told her husband that she was still under care. When Ralph pressed her about seeing other specialists, she discouraged the suggestions. Paula told him that within a short time her condition would clear up and they could resume intercourse. Her deception was becoming a costly one. Her marriage was a ship floundering in dangerous waters.
At the beginning, there was communication between Paula and Ralph. Each day, their relationship was like a piece of rope, one strand at a time snapping. By the start of the second week, the last strand parted. So did their relationship!
Ralph's ritual of greeting his wife stopped. Several times he called her to say he would not be home early. He was employing his own subterfuge. His excuses ranged from sales conferences to entertaining special accounts.
Paula, involved with her own gratifications, was unconcerned with these developments. Ralph's role was that of a breadwinner. As long as she had shelter, food, and conveniences, there was nothing to worry about. If she knew what Ralph was doing in the evening hours, she might have felt differently.
After the first week of abstinence, Ralph became frustrated. He was also angry. A suspicious hint of some adulterous relationship crossed his mind. Was Paula being unfaithful to him? It didn't seem possible. He saw the ointment prescription with the label on it. That seemed legitimate enough.
He wanted to check further with the doctor but the tube of ointment had disappeared. Paula was evasive about the doctor who had treated her. Her reluctance to service him by hand or mouth bothered him more than anything else. In the past when they could not indulge in normal sex-relations, she masturbated or sucked him off. During the initial week, Paula had denied him these concessions. There was nothing left for him to do but to seek release for his sexual drives at some other source.
The first time Ralph called was on a Monday night. The start of the second week. He ate supper out and drove to a movies where a porno movie was playing. It was a means to kill about an hour. By that time it would be a little after eight. The singles bar would begin to fill up. There should be plenty of ass to pick up.
Ralph found the movie boring and was happy that his time-table made him leave. By the time he reached the bar and parked, it was almost eight-thirty.
Entering the bar, he saw it was crowded. Fate seemed to be frustrating him at every move. Most of the unattached girls would be taken. It was going to be difficult picking something up. He wasn't in the mood to walk the streets looking for some hooker. Paying money for tail was against his principles.
He finally found an unoccupied table and sat down. The waiter came over and took his order. While he waited, he took out a cigarette. Flicking up the cover of his lighter, he thumbed the emery wheel. It spun partially and the wick ignited. Ralph brought flame to the cigarette.
A soft feminine hand reached out to clasp his hand.
"Do you mind?" A sultry voice asked as a blonde-headed face tilted into his range of vision. He watched her as the flame lit her cigarette.
She had finely chiseled features capped by a page boy bob. Her eyebrows were plucked and penciled in. His eyes swept to the plunging neckline of her dress. No one could miss that! What a pair of boobs! She wore a bra that left nothing to the imagination.
The bra was a pair of slings that held her large conical tits up in token support. When she stood up, Ralph saw the tips pressing against the bodice of the dress. She was one step away from indecent exposure.
"Be my guest!" Ralph answered with an amused grin.
"Thanks!" she replied. Turning her head slightly aside, she blew out a cloud of smoke.
"Is this seat reserved?" she asked, sitting down alongside of him.
"It's yours now," he replied.
Ralph wasn't good at guessing women's ages. She was young. Not that young! Possibly a little older or about Paula's age. But she was stacked! She was built sexier than Paula!
He felt her knee pressing against his. Gazing down, he saw her nylon-sheathed leg peering out from the side slit in her dress. She was deliberately nudging his leg. A brick shipyard didn't have to fall on him. This was a pick-up in no uncertain way. The point was, how much was it going to cost!
"May I buy you a drink?" Ralph offered. The waiter had just appeared with his order.
She nodded. "Scotch on the rocks."
Ralph nodded agreement at the waiter.
"You know this is a pick-up!" she confessed. "My name is Urine, kid-sister to Irene. Ain't I a pisser! What's yours?"
He was surprised at her candor. He even liked her off-colored introduction. Her boldness impressed him. Even more amazing was her approach ! And price! If she was hustling, she wasn't going to be cheap.
She picked up her drink when the waiter brought it and held it towards him. "Here's to better days," she toasted, "and nights." Ralph waited for the big punch-line. The offer of sex for play. He was enjoying this little episode.
"You look like a real stud," she began. Here it comes, he said to himself!
"By the way, you didn't tell me your name," she said. "Which one of the seven dwarfs are you? Bashful, Dopey, or Sexy?"
Ralph laughed. "There was no Sexy."
She slapped the table in mock annoyance. "That's what was wrong with that story. No sex!" She smiled. "If you don't want to give me your right name, make up one!"
He shook his head as he laughed again. "You're a lot of laughs. I'm not bashful either. My name's Ralph. Seriously, what is your name? You may be a pisser, but it isn't Urine!"
She laughed back. "Nice to meet you, Ralph. My name is really Irene but I always use that little gag. I think it's funny." Her face grew solemn.
"Are you married?" she asked.
"Does it make a difference?" he answered.
"I'm looking for a married man. It's important!" she replied.
"How would you know the difference? I could be single and say I'm married. Then what?" he asked.
She smiled. "No! You're married!" she declared. "A single guy would have reacted differently to the question. You hesitated before you answered me. You became wary of the question," she explained.
"Okay! I confess! I'm married. Now what has that to do with you?" he wanted to know.
"I'm working on my master's. I'm doing a paper in Social Psychology. The sexual appetites of adulterous married men and their different methods of giving and getting satisfaction from the sex act. How would you like to help me?" she asked. "If I'm out of line, tell me. I'll look for someone else."
A look of incredulity covered his face and he shook his head in disbelief. "You're putting me on! I've heard of all kinds of stories. Most of the time, men come up with some crazy line. But this is the best one yet! How much is it going to cost me?"
She gave him a sharp look. His remark had offended her. "I'm quite serious, Ralph. You must think this is some kind of a gag. I have a room at the Conklin Hotel. I've been spending the week there on this entire project. All you have to do is co-operate."
"I still think you're putting me on!" Ralph said. "I'll tell you what!" he countered. "I don't know if all this jazz is real or not. But if you're still game, we'll go to some motel; no questions, no money, no nonsense. Just good old fashion sex and a good time!" he offered.
He didn't know whether she was giving him a story or not. In either case, he was willing to fuck her. But he wanted a neutral turf. Her suggestion of her hotel room might compromise him. A motel was safer. He was looking for some sexual indulgence to make up for the long time of denial. Ralph watched her face for some reaction to his offer.
She grinned at him. "I thought you would never get around to saying yes! Okay! Let's go, Ralph! Tonight, we're going to make history."
The drinks had been paid for when they were served. They got up and went outside to his car. Ralph headed away from the city towards a motel. He had heard of one that was very popular with the men in his place. That was one motel to avoid! Instead, he deliberately drove further out to find a place.
As they rode along, Ralph and Irene continued their little banter. His mind was on the evening's promise of what he would do to that gorgeous hunk of flesh sitting alongside of him. He spotted a lonely motel along the route. Pulling up to the front office, he got out and rented a room. He used a fictitious name when he signed the register.
Inside the room, Irene immediately closed the drapes. She turned and walked back to Ralph, her arms outstretched and open. He rushed to her, clasping her to him in a tight embrace. His mouth crushed her lips as his groin grounded against her body. Irene forced her own body against the burgeoning flesh in Ralph's crotch. His cock was rock-hard, eager to penetrate her tempting cousy. Ralph's hands slipped down to her buttocks and pressed her body more firmly against his.
Their partially opened mouths were welded together. Frantically, their tongues wrestled together in a lover's knot. Their teeth gently touched in a silent toast to the sex they were about to enjoy. They stood swaying, bodies fused, as they savored the sensual flavors of their mouths.
For several moments, Irene and Ralph held this pose. His hands felt the erogenous buttocks. The erotic kissing; the touch of her delectable ass against his hands; the grinding of her cunt against his hard-on; his sexual famine; all of these factors almost made him come in his pants. Reluctantly, he gently pushed her away.
"I think we should get a little more comfortable," he suggested. "Do you want to use the bathroom first?" he offered.
She shook her head. "I'm not the bashful type. Besides, I don't have to go."
Irene walked over to the lone chair in the room. There was a small table used to place luggage on. Ralph used that to put his clothes on. Hastily, he disrobed. In the meantime, he kept his eyes on Irene.
She reached behind her neck and unfastened the zipper. It took seconds to remove the dress she wore. The removal of her bra took less time. Her parity hose took just a few seconds longer.
Ralph licked his lips in anxious anticipation. The luster of his eyes betrayed the lust boiling within him. He studied her svelte figure. The large cone-shaped peaks of flesh tipped with twin ruby cherries. His eyes swept over the form that dipped to the curved hips and flared out slightly. Downward, his glance went, over the shapely legs. That was only temporary! His attention centered on the triangular patch of hair that nestled under the flat stomach. A real blonde! Muffs and cuffs to match!
She moved towards him, her eyes focused on his hard prick. Irene reached down and gently clasped it. "Mmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "You got the equipment, Ralph!" she exclaimed. "I hope you know how to use it."
"Don't worry, baby! You'll find out soon enough!" he assured her. His hand embraced her shoulder and touched a tit. He guided her towards the double bed.
Irene stretched out on the bed. Ralph parted her legs and got on top of her. "Look, Irene," he started to explain, "I don't want you to think that I'm one of those quick bang guys. It's just that I haven't had any sex for a long time," he confessed.
"All you have to do is just whistle and I'll come. That's how hot I am! I haven't had any sex for a week. I'll pop my nuts as soon as I get in you.
"Believe me! I'll make it up to you. We have a few hours. It'll be better the second time around!" he promised.
"You go right ahead, honey. I understand these things. Just so long as I walk out of here satisfied too," she said.
His eagerly poised spear plunged into her cunt. He felt the friction against his cock as it moved into her lightly lubricated snatch. Irene wriggled her hips a little as he shuttled in and out of her cunt. Ralph made a half a dozen thrusts. He closed his eyes in exquisite pleasure.
A groan of ecstatic rapture rumbled in his throat. "Ohhhrrrr!" He shoved his body downward, burying his spasming prick into Irene's venereal vestibule. A tremor shook his body as he climaxed. His new found partner, embraced him lovingly. For the first time in a week, he had found satisfactory sexual release.
"Oh! I needed that! Thanks, Irene," he said. He hugged her. "Do you want to wait a while or is there something special you have in mind?"
She looked at him in mock solemnity. "I'm glad you asked me that!" Irene grinned. "You see, doctor, I've got this little tickle inside my cunt." She reached down and stroked it. "The only thing that helps is a good lapping."
Ralph frowned. "Why did you say it that way?" Irritation showing in his voice. Her routine seemed to be a parody of his wife's routine.
She looked puzzled. "Hey! What's with you? I was only kidding? What is it? You don't like doctors or eating pussy?" Her voice showed annoyance. "Look! If you're going to have some hang-ups, let's call the party off." She got up from the bed. "I thought you were a fun guy. I wasn't buying or selling anything. All I wanted was to get some kicks, balling! But if you're going to be a wet blanket.....! "
"No, no!" Ralph interrupted her, reaching out and catching her by the wrist. "I'm sorry, Irene," he apologized. "It's just I have a personal problem at home. Somehow, the way you said what you did shook me up a little." He grinned at her. "Besides, you can't leave until you get rid of that tickle."
Irene, restrained by his hand, listened to him. Her eyes appeared to be probing into his mind to see what his problem was. She answered his grin with a smile. "I figured you must have some kind of problem, the way you came. Okay, tiger, let's see you put something into my tank."
Returning to the bed, she stretched out, letting her feet dangle over the edge. Ralph knelt between her thighs, gazing at the blonde tuft of hair.
In a soft gentle massage, he rubbed his hands back and forth along her thighs. His hands would reach the crotch and then work down almost to the knees. As he did this, he gently kissed the hollows of her thighs, deliberately avoiding her eager pussy.
Slowly, he parted the hairy folds of skin. He studied the glistening folds of her dewy vulva and the moistened meatus. He moved closer and he saw the clitoral glans. He closed his mouth over her erogenous little button. With dexterous lingual ardor, Ralph lavished affection upon her clitoris.
Locating the seat of her pleasure, Ralph moved his hands to Irene's buttocks. His mouth made soft sucking sounds as he concentrated on that sensitive piece of flesh. He slipped his hands under her back, cupping her firm well-shaped bottom in his palms. Squeezing the fleshy ass, he relished the contact.
Irene squealed in muted tones. "Yoooo! Yoooo!"
Ralph let his hand glide into the valley between the full ass-cheeks. His finger found the brownish puckered hole. Irene's body jerked as his finger penetrated her hole. He used his forefinger for her ass. Ralph's thumb was moving as far as it could go into her wet cunt.
Alternately, the fingers frigged her holes while his mouth continued to tantalize her clitoris.
"Oh, you bastard!" she murmured in an appreciative exclamation. "Where the hell did you learn that little trick? Boy, you know how to turn a woman on! I've already had two orgasms, I think!"
He enjoyed her acknowledgement of approval. The fingers maintained the erogenous massages. At Irene's request, he discontinued the ass-frigging. She wanted something more substantial in her snatch. He pushed two fingers in and started a digital simulated fuck.
She arched her ass off the mattress and bounced it back, repeating the movement over and over. "Man! It's like a roller coaster ride!" she exclaimed. "I can feel that big come ready to rocket downhill any minute," Irene said.
Her arched back would remain suspended for a moment while she wriggled her hips frantically. As if to shake loose the orgasm building up within her! Then, she would repeat the forward and backward thrusts.
"Here it comes, Ralphie, here it comes!" she exclaimed.
He quickened the pumping slide of his two fingers. His fingers were getting wetter from the increased vaginal salivation. Ralph's tongue was playing a lingual leap-frog over Irene's clitoris. His mouth sucked harder. She announced in a hoarse shout the onset of her orgasms. He knew seconds before her voluptuous exclamation. Her come was pouring all over his fingers.
"WOWIE!" Irene shouted. "Here it commm-MMMMESSSSS!"
Her pelvis rocked in violent motions. Ralph continued to frig her cunt with his fingers.
"Ssshhh!" he warned her. "Do you want to get us thrown out for making too much noise?" He took out his dampened fingers and replaced them with his mouth. The flattened blade of his tongue slipped into her flooded quim. Her hands fitted over his head pressing him into her crotch.
She continued to emit little moans of pleasure while his tongue attempted to extract the erogenous nectar pouring down. Irene sighed in contentment. "It's not so much how you suck, it's the way you do it," she told him. "I hope you can use that thing hanging between your legs just as good!"
Ralph knew what she was talking about. His cock had been rejuvenated by the salacious activity. He was eager to fuck her while he had the hard-on. Irene's suggestion saved him the problem of asking her. He didn't want to appear too aggressive. There was also the uncertainty of whether she was ready to engage in a fuck so quickly after the orgasm she had.
Her reaction saved him the trouble of finding out. He lay alongside her, eager to enjoy a real fuck.
Irene reached out for him. "Let's do this one right this time. The last time, you fucked it up!" she joked.
He drew her into his arms as they lay on the bed side by side. Her huge conical tits stabbed into his chest. Their mouths opened to accept the lingual emissaries. Their tongues bumped together in a game of tag.
Ralph reached out and caught her tit in the palm of a hand. Slowly, his hand glided from the full roundness of the base down towards the pointed tip. The ball of his thumb and forefinger gently pinched the rigid nipple. In a gentle grinding motion, he rubbed back and forth over the stiff node.
Irene's hands were also playing little sexual tricks. She cradled his balls in the palms of one hand. Her other hand moved in a light caressing stroke up and down the fleshy shaft.
They continued the little foreplay for several minutes. Her manual movements were just right. Light enough to keep his cock rampant and his libido at pitch. Not firm enough to induce an orgasm.
His hand drifted down to her cunt. It was still a little damp. The temporary intermission had begun to dry up the orgasmic juices that had welled up in Irene's box.
Ralph shifted his attack to her tits and continued to gently rub her pussy. His lips closed over her luscious tit. Mentally, he compared his wife's tit to Irene's. Both tits were ample, exciting, and erotic. Yet, Irene's tits, because of the conical shape, seemed more attractive. More exciting also, especially the way they were pointed. The tits were the same, and yet, not the same! What mattered to Ralph was not the question of which tit was the better one! The issue was that he was getting laid! And if it couldn't be Paula, then he had to get the next best thing.
Right now, Irene was the next best thing! And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Languidly, they continued to massage each other's genitals. Ralph, stroking her cunt. Irene, gently caressing his stiff prick. His mouth filled with saliva as he sucked heavily on her tit. She exhaled a pleasurable sigh. Leaning her mouth against his ear, Irene blew softly into it.
A voluptuous erotic chill made his body shiver. Paula had never acted this way with him at her best moments. Irene blew another puff of warm breath into her ear. Another shiver raced along his spine.
In the same sultry voice she used when they first met, she whispered, "When do we start the real thing?"
He rolled over on his back. "Right now!" he answered. "You ride on top," he told her. "I get to use my hands and you do all the work. I find this way comfortable for both people."
"Don't give me that story," she chided him jokingly. "You're too lazy. But don't worry, I'll make you work."
She squatted over his weapon. Lowering herself slowly, Irene rubbed her twat against his fleshy sword. Ralph was her knight in shining armor. He plunged his sword past the portals of her temple of love, ready to pledge his fidelity at her shrine.
Irene rested astride his hips like some fleshy saddle. Her snatch had imbedded the pommel of that fleshy saddle deep within her. He brought up his knees and she rested against his drawn up legs. She leaned slightly forward, resting her palms on his hips. Gazing into his face, she smiled.
"Okay, lover!" Irene said, "when does the action begin? It's July now. If you don't get any spring in your ass, we're gonna be here until fall!"
Ralph laughed. He reached up, catching a tit in each hand. Gently, he kneaded the nipples with his fingers.
"No fair!" Irene protested mildly. "You're getting me hot and you're not moving your ass. I'll fix you!" she threatened.
Ralph felt her contracting her vaginal muscles. It was a soft squeeze. It sent a little tremor through his body. First, the gentle squeeze as the muscle tightened over his cock. The quick release. Then the repeated contraction! Now, why in the hell couldn't Paula learn to do things like that!
"Oh, you little bitch!" he exclaimed in playful admonition. "So that's your little game! Just for that, I'm going to make you beg me to stop!"
"Stop!" Irene answered in disbelief. "You haven't started yet! Go ahead, lay on McDuff and woe to him that cries enough!"
"My name isn't McDuff! And we can do without Shakespeare! Don't worry about laying! Here I go, ready or not!" he said.
Ralph dipped his hands down to her furry pudenda. He parted the hairs to locate her clitoris. Finding it, he started to massage the stiff fleshy papule. Exerting some effort, he started to fuck his rider. His back arched up as he drove his prick deep into Irene's snatch.
"It's your ball, now!" he told her. "You're the quarterback! You make the plays!"
He kept his eyes fastened on her face. Her head was tilted slightly back. The eyes were closed in blissful appreciation. An increase in breathing flared the nostrils as she breathed heavily. Irene's mouth opened partially as she sucked in air. Her tits bounced up and down in an erotic dance as her respiration increased.
Ralph watched her expressions of approval. He could almost feel the voluptuous thrills that she was experiencing. A sort of lascivious transfusion that seeped from her body into his.
"Ummm, Umm!" Irene moaned in an approval of the clitoral stimulation. "There goes that damn roller coaster up the hill!"
Her body rose up and down on his cock. Ralph felt her ass-cheeks rubbing against his thighs as she wriggled in ecstatic delight. Irene's pelvis would go back and forth. On the forward thrust, she came down hard. Her hips would wriggle, lasciviously squirming.
Ralph felt the head of his cock bang against the fleshy wall deep in her vagina. From time to time, on the upstroke, Irene would flex her vaginal muscles, squeezing his cock in that delicious contraction. His fingers continued to stimulate her enflamed clitoris.
"Ummmm! Ummmm!" she moaned. The sounds of her aroused sensuality were becoming rapid and intense. "Oh! That's good! Any minute now! It's coming, it's coming! WOWIE! Here it COMMMMESSSSS!"
Irene's ass bounced up and down in a violent springing movement. As her body rose, Ralph arched his hips, driving upward into her cunt. He shifted back as she thrust downward. The motion of her cunt rubbing up and down his prick violently, created friction. The friction caused a spark!
His cock was a fuse. The spark ignited it. Once lit, it traveled rapidly to the powder keg, his scrotum. Deep within his balls, he felt the explosion. The explosion in the guise of an orgasm that burst through his shaft. It was an eruption of effusive sperm shooting upward into Irene's cunt.
Ralph felt the downpour of her orgasms. His spasming cock was so sensitive that he felt the orgasmic contractions of Irene's climaxes throbbing against it.
First came, the thick heavy spurts of come out of his cock. Gradually, the force of the contractions diminished as well as the outpourings. Irene's crotch was tightly pressed against his cock. She remained in that position, her breathing labored, her eyes closed in appreciative ecstasy.
Ralph was also spent, although his effort wasn't as great as Irene's. His head rested on the pillow. He had his eyes closed also to savor the sensual thrill of the orgasm. Twice within a half an hour, he had shot a load. The second time was better than the first. After a week's absence from sex, Ralph knew that he would never do it again. If Paula wouldn't fulfill her marital obligations, then he would seek sexual pleasure elsewhere.
like tonight! Perhaps, he could establish some kind of a liaison with Irene. That all depended upon her! He didn't need much coaxing!
Her body fell against his. Her unexpected movement startled him for a moment. His eyes had been closed and he was unaware of her forward movement. Ralph's cock had softened and slipped out of her dampened cunt with a slight moist pop.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "go find some other place to collapse. Not on me. I have my own problems."
She looked at him. "You cheated!" she accused him in an exhausted voice. "I did all the work!" she pouted, pretending the disappointed mood.
"If you did all the work, who rubbed your clitoris?" he asked. "Besides, half the fun is in coming."
Irene rolled off of him. "How about a smoke?"
Ralph got up and padded over to his jacket. He took out a package of butts and his lighter. Placing two cigarettes in his mouth, he lit them. Returning to the bed, he took one of the cigarettes from his mouth and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she said. She took a deep drag and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke.
"Don't misunderstand what I'm going to tell you, Ralph. I've been fucked by a lot of guys. Some of them damn good! I've also been fucked in a lot of positions and weird places. But this is one position, I never tried," she confessed. "And let me tell you, Ralphie, baby, this was the best piece of ass I ever enjoyed.
"Don't let it go to your head! I didn't say you were a great cocksman. Although you've enough to satisfy any woman! And there's nothing special about that position. It's just that a lot of guys aren't disposed to using it." She took another drag on the cigarette.
"I'm glad you feel that way," Ralph answered. "Thanks for the compliment. I try to please. How are chances for us to get together again? I'd like to see you again; maybe, have dinner out together."
She flicked an ash off the tip into an ashtray. Her eyes studied him for a moment.
"Is this the first time you ever strayed away from the hearth?" she asked.
He wondered whether she was doing that psychological bit on him again. As he contemplated whether to lie or not, Irene held up her hand.
"Uh, uh!" she wiggled a finger. "You're thinking of telling me that you've been unfaithful a lot of times. You forget I have that certain intuition !
"Naw! You're a pretty straight john. You're the average good-natured husband. I don't know what made you come into that bar looking for ass. I don't even want to know. Our relationship doesn't allow me to pry. Frankly, I don't care. I like you! That's why I'm going to give you a good piece of advice."
Irene paused and took another drag on the cigarette.
Ralph was surprised at what he was hearing. He hadn't expected this little lecture. All he wanted was a yes or no to his inquiry about a further liaison. He was a little annoyed by her remarks. She was giving him a sermon but his curiosity was piqued. Even a clock that's stopped is right at least twice a day. She might impart some pearls of wisdom to him even though he might disagree or disliked what he heard.
She continued. "Don't get yourself involved with women like me," Irene advised him. "It can only buy you grief. Once you get involved, you wind up with a lot of problems. I won't go into all of them. I figure you're smart enough to see all the pitfalls.
"I know a lot of guys hate to pay for ass! I'll bet you're one of them! But there are a helluva lot of more guys that do buy ass than don't! You know why?" She didn't wait for him to answer.
"Because the best kind of a deal is find them, fuck them, and forget them! No entangling alliance that mess up your life. Also, you'll wind up getting more kicks from a whore. If you have a hang-up that your wife don't dig, some hooker will ... for a price!
"Don't look so shocked! Your hang-up doesn't have to be anything too way out! Maybe you like a good blow-job and your wife don't dig that scene! Whatever! Dig?"
Ralph liked this woman who picked him up. She was very frank and honest! There was merit in her words.
"All right!" he conceded. "Maybe you're right! But you haven't answered my question. Okay! So we don't have any entangling alliances! How about dinner some time in the future and another cozy get together like tonight?" There was a gentle plea in his question. He was hoping she would say "yes."
Irene gave him a wistful smile. She stubbed the cigarette out in the tray with a vicious twist.
"Okay! Maybe some time we'll meet again in the bar!" she said. "If the mood is right and the time of the month coincides, maybe! One more piece of advice.
"Don't ever beg for sex! That's your problem, Ralph. Let's go back to where you picked me up. We'll have a nightcap. You know! One for the road! After that..., " she shrugged her shoulders, "who knows?"
"How about one more session ? " Ralph asked.
She looked at her wristwatch. "Uh, uh!" she refused. "If I hurry, I can get home before my husband does."
CHAPTER NINE
Ralph's adventure on that Monday night with Irene was something to remember! He thought her an unusual woman! He meditated about the advice she had given him.
She was married! It was exciting fucking her! It didn't matter whether she was married or not! He enjoyed the evening and sex with her.
Ralph wondered what he would do if he was married to her. If he was her husband and discovered her infidelity! What would he do to her? And why should a woman stacked like Irene, sexy as hell, have trouble sexually with her husband? A guy would have to be crazy to throw something like that out of his bed!
There was that confession of hers that bothered him when she gave him that left-handed compliment! About her fucking in other positions and weird places! He shook his head in disbelieving wonder. Why? So many questions!
His thoughts turned to his own marital problem. Precarious, on the verge of disintegrating! Was Paula having an affair? That was a crazy thought! Why should she? He couldn't think of any logical reason. He continued to debate the matter silently with himself.
But suppose Paula was having affairs with other men! What would he do ? He gave the matter a lot of deliberation. He would probably kill them both if he caught them! No! he argued with himself! It all depended upon the circumstances.
Arriving home, he found Paula asleep. He didn't bother waking her. In the morning, they exchanged brief amenities, and Ralph left for work. He stopped off at the bank on his way to a customer and cashed a check. Maybe he would take Irene's advice! Pick up some hooker! He would have to have a little extra cash, just in case. Paula had already received his call that he would be home late again that night.
Ralph had a problem! He didn't know any hookers! There was a spot over on 3rd and Nelson Streets. That's where all the actions was supposed to be. No good! Someone might spot him in that area. After six, anyone in that area was cruising for one thing.
He decided to ask one of the other salesmen. Some of them had a few contacts. Every now and then a client was looking for a little evening's diversion. Ralph cornered Art Rawson. He was considered one of the swingers in the company.
"Art! I need a favor," Ralph said.
"If it's a touch, I already gave at the office," Art joked.
"No! One of my accounts is looking for a little tail. I've been, out of touch for some time." He smiled. "I got my own private stock."
Art nodded understandingly. "I bet that wife of yours keeps you busy. Are you going to try and shove it on the swindle sheet or is this guy picking up the tab?"
"He's buying the merchandise. So make it good!" Ralph answered. "But no hundred dollars a night hooker!"
"Okay! Call me about five. I'll set up something," Art agreed. "What's this joker's name?"
Ralph remembered Irene's interrogation. A hesitant reply could make Art suspicious. "Tell her the guy's name is John!"
Art laughed. "That's funny! A hooker working a trick by the name of John! All right! See you around! Don't forget, call me here at five if you can't make it back."
Ralph went out and made several sales calls. His mind was concentrating on what kind of a girl Art would get. He couldn't wait until five. At five minutes before five, Ralph called the office. Art gave him a phone number and address with an exchange of code words.
It sounded like cloak and dagger bullshit! But he supposed that the hookers had to protect themselves from getting "busted". The appointment was made for eight o'clock. Ralph drove, by the address and found it to be a hotel. He continued past the building and found a decent restaurant nearby.
He ate a leisurely meal afterwards went window shopping to kill time. At eight o'clock, he called the number he had, exchanged the prepared conversation, and was invited up to a room. He was in the lobby of the hotel. Taking the elevator, he rode up to the floor and found the room.
His partner for the evening opened the door in response to a special knock. A young girl about twenty opened the door. She was a red-head and wore a multi-colored kimono.
"C'mon in, John," she invited. After he was in, she said, "No kiddin'! Is your name really John?"
He nodded. "John Doe! Not John Law! I'm here for a good time. What's it going to cost me and how long for what?"
She looked at him, doubt showing in her appraisal. "Hey! You're a little different than the guys I usually get. Usually, the guys I get kid around a little. You're all business. You got a special hang-up? like spanking or something like that?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "It's just that my business has geared me that way. That's why I'm here. To help me unwind!"
He wanted to give her the impression that he was a busy executive. Just in case their session turned out to be a fiasco for Ralph. If it got back to Art, he wouldn't suspect him.
"It's twenty-five bucks for an hour," she announced her fee. "Any way you want it; straight, suck, half and half; you name it and you got it! Except for anything weird! If it isn't too far out, I'll go along for a little extra."
"How many times can I come?" he asked.
"As many times as you think you can," she replied.
Ralph figured that he could come at least twice in an hour. Maybe, three times! He nodded in agreement.
"I'm glad that's over with! The way you acted, I thought this was going to be one of your big business transactions," she sarcasmed. She held out her hand. "Cash in advance!"
He pulled out his wallet, removed two tens and a five and gave it to her. This whole thing was so damned impersonal. It wasn't like the exciting evening he had with Irene. Or the ones he used to have with his own wife.
She took off her kimono after taking his money. Her shape wasn't too bad. Ralph found himself making comparisons constantly. The girl's manners, her looks, everything about her. His libido seemed to be turned off by the whole experience. The cock inside his pants was also disenchanted, remaining in a flaccid state.
"Ain'tcha gonna take off your clothes?" she asked.
Ralph mechanically disrobed and moved over to the bed. She reached over and grasped his soft prick. Shaking it a few times, she said, "Hey! If this is all the life you're gonna show, you're gonna blow your whole hour."
"That's what I want first!" he ordered. "A blow job."
She grasped the root of his prick and shook it a few more times. She bowed her head and vacuumed his cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue teased his prick with practiced skill. Her hand, still grasped around the root, pumped up and down. It was a cheap blow-job. She was masturbating him more than sucking him off. Ralph lay on the bed, his dick responding to her manipulations.
Surprisingly, she brought him to climax. He didn't expect to come. Ralph knew he would come with the oral and manual stimulation. But he thought that the atmosphere wasn't conducive to a good orgasm. He didn't experience the same kind of thrill he did when fucking Irene or his wife.
Her mouth sucked strongly on his cock as she drew out the last drops of come. She got up from the couch, her mouth puffed out, holding the remains of the come in her mouth. Reaching out for a kleenex, she pulled out a tissue. Ralph watched her spit out his come into the tissue.
Fucking whores didn't appeal to him. At least this one didn't! Maybe one with a different style. "How was that?" she asked.
He looked at his wrist watch. "Jeez! I have to catch a plane. Hate to bust up this party. See you around again."
Ralph stood up and got dressed. She acted insulted by his sudden rejection. Her arms were akimbo on her hips, eyes blazing angrily. "I never had a guy walk out on me yet! What's the matter? Do I have body odor or something?"
He smiled at her in an attempt to soothe her feelings. "I haven't a thing against you, honey!" he said. "It's just that I didn't realize how late it was! Tell you what! I'll be back in a month. I guarantee the next time, I'll make up for the short time now." Ralph pulled out his wallet. "Here, this should help to make up for our abbreviated session." He handed her a ten dollar bill.
The gratuity helped to pacify her. She took it and smiled. "Okay, sport! I understand. I bet you're so busy that you don't have to shit when you're working."
Ralph just nodded and left. He had found his first encounter a very disappointing one. Was Irene's suggestion a waste of time or should he pursue it further? Maybe Art might come up with a suggestion tomorrow.
He searched for Art the next day. "How did your client like the broad?" Art asked.
Ralph shrugged. "How the hell should I know? I'm not his keeper. I gave him all the information and he was on his own."
Art nodded. "Yeh! I heard. The broad called me up and told me that he got a blow job and took off to catch a plane. But he impressed her! Who was it?"
"That's privileged information," Ralph replied.
"I don't want to compromise my account. By the way, I have another one in. He wants something really way out!"
"Hey! I got something for him! I haven't seen this chick. But I heard that she's something special ! A session with her is heavy bread. Fifty dollars! Worth every cent of it!" Art told him. "Think your boy would be interested?"
Ralph nodded. "Sure, if it's real kinky. Can you set it up?"
"Sure! In fact, you get door to door service," Art said.
"Door to door service?" Ralph's question was one of surprise.
"Yeh! A cabbie drives you there and back. All part of the price," Art explained. "He generally hangs around the hack stand over on Wilson."
"How do I find this guy?" Ralph asked. A responsive alarm rang! A cab driver! Their next door neighbor was a cabbie. Was it he? It would never do to use him. He didn't want his neighbor to know about his secret sex life.
Ralph decided to keep the taxi-stand under surveillance to see if Kolich showed up. His coworker, Art Rawson, told him where to go. He looked at his watch. "Sometimes, he shows up about now! It all depends on his customers. Come on, let's go out and see if he's there!"
They walked over towards the stand. A cab was moving into the line. Art pointed towards the cab. "There he is now!"
Ralph took a long look at the driver. It was Kolich! He pulled back. "I know that guy!" he declared. "Forget him! If I make an appointment, he might think it was for me. See if you can find someone. I'd appreciate it."
Art shrugged his shoulders. "Suits me! But I hear that this guy has a real hot piece of ass working for him. Call me about five and I'll see if I can find someone else."
Ralph kept his eye on Kolich as he moved toward his own car. When and if he made a move, Ralph would follow him. Some inner voice told him that his wife was involved. Ralph couldn't believe it. Kolich was speaking to someone. The man got into the cab and the car pulled away from the curb.
Ralph kept a safe distance behind the cab, keeping it in sight. They were headed back towards his house. What the hell! That didn't mean anything! Kolich was known for his wild parties. He was using that for his base of operations probably. The cab stopped in front of Kolich's house.
Ralph continued along the opposite side of the street, slowly coasting. He watched Kolich and his passenger get out and go to the door of Kolich's house. Ralph stopped, got out, and went to his house to see if Paula was home. She wasn't!
Suspicion gnawed at him. He went over to the adjacent house. Trying the door, he was surprised to find it unlocked. Carefully, he opened the door. Ralph realized that he was trespassing. The charge could also be illegal entry. The legal aspects didn't bother him now. He had to find out if Paula was this special piece of ass that Art Rawson described.
The sound of voices drew him towards the basement. Kolich and his client were talking about the woman down there. Only the sounds were distinguishable, not the words. Stealthily, he made his way towards the basement door. The door was open. Ralph moved slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. Reaching the stairs, he moved as furtively as possible.
Everyone seemed to be interested in the woman on a couch. Ralph could see that she was spread-eagled, bound. He couldn't see her face. The two men were standing close to her head. Kolich's client moved away to begin disrobing.
That's when he saw the face of the woman on the couch. He stood there stunned! Some instinct caused Paula to look towards the stairs. Panic! Her eyes widened in horror! She never expected this shameful confrontation. Back in her mind, she restrained the thought of eventual discovery.
"Ralph!" she exclaimed. "Help me!"
Kolich wheeled around. The customer, partially undressed, also turned at her shout.
The customer hurriedly dressed. Kolich rushed to his bar and picked up a bottle. Grabbing his weapon, he turned, expecting Ralph to attack him. He didn't expect Ralph's reaction. Neither did Paula!
Her husband reached her side in angry strides His face was twisted in a wrathful mask. Paula, in her helpless state, seeing her husband descending upon her, cried out.
"Ralph! It's not what you think! Please!" she pleaded in an attempt to appease his surly approach. "Ralph! Please! You have to listen to me! Help me, help me!"
Her entreaties were wasted. He looked down at her in disgust. "You dirty whoring bitch!" he exploded. His hand swung across her face, slapping it hard.
The blow made Paula cry out in pain. She had started to sob softly during her pleas. The blow made her cry out, turning her sobs into a violent torrent of tears.
Ralph turned to Kolich. "Cut her loose!" he angrily demanded.
"Sure, sure!" Kolich answered. His voice showed his eagerness to do anything to avoid any further trouble. "Honest, Mr. Simmons, the whole thing was your wife's idea.
"I'll cut her loose. Just don't get excited and start anything. I don't want any trouble."
Kolich moved cautiously towards Paula. The bottle had been replaced with a knife. He held it out warily, uncertain whether the cuckold standing before him would attack. Kolich sawed the wrist bonds. He circled Ralph, his eyes watching for any sudden movements. Seconds later, Paula's leg bonds were loosened.
Paula got off the couch and embraced her husband. "Ralph, Ralph!" she tearfully cried. "Please! It's not true! You have to understand!"
Ralph shoved her away roughly. "Get dressed and go home!" he ordered. His eyes blazed at Kolich. He stood looking at the cab driver, rage showing on his face; trembling from the effort of restraining a temper that threatened to explode.
"I don't want you ever to speak to me or my wife again!" he said, emphasizing each word. "And if I should hear about this matter involving my wife and you from any source," Ralph punctuated each word by pointing his finger, "or if I receive any kind of malicious phone calls, I'll come back here. Then I'll take that fucking knife you're holding and cut off your balls with it and stuff them in your mouth!" he warned.
Ralph turned around and snapped at the client who stood watching the confrontation. "What's your name?" he demanded.
"Please, don't get me involved!" the man answered. He looked at Ralph with frightened eyes. "Honest, I never touched your wife! I don't know either one of you. As far as I'm concerned, I was never here! I never saw either one of you!"
The man's sentences came out in short bursts. He was trying to pacify him, directing away any ire Ralph felt for him. "I'm a married man! Honest! I don't want to get involved."
Ralph took a long hard look at the man. "I know what you look like, mister! That goes for you, too! I don't want to see you near my wife again! Not even to ask for the time of day!"
"Sure, sure!" the man answered in excited assurance. He ran for the stairs and hurried up.
Paula had dressed. The two men stood appraising each other. With sudden unexpectedness, Ralph's foot shoot upward. It caught Kolich in the balls! He dropped to the ground in painful writhing. His knife had fallen free of his hand.
Ralph went over and picked up the knife, holding it poised over the fallen man's crotch.
"I just wanted to prove that your fucking knife doesn't scare me," Ralph snarled. "I can cut your balls off now just as easily as some other time. Just remember! Keep away from my wife and me! And keep your mouth shut!"
He threw the knife away. To emphasize his threat, Ralph kicked Kolich in the balls again. He grabbed his wife roughly by the elbow and shoved her up the stairs. Paula tried to explain as he angrily pulled her towards their house.
Ralph's jaw was shut tight. Paula could feel the seething rage within him. Her sobs, her pleas, her explanations failed to appease him.
Inside their house, Ralph picked up the phone and called the office. He spoke to his sales manager explaining that some personal business had come up. The mater would require a few days' absence. Ralph gave him a list of the appointments he had made. The calls would be taken care of, the manager assured him.
Paula stood silently watching her husband, fearful of what was going to happen next.
When he finished his call, she started to plead again. "Ralph, I want you..., " she began. He interrupted her.
"I don't want to hear one word from you," he snapped. "When I want you to talk, I'll let you know."
"What ... what are you going to do?" she asked anxiously.
He was seated near the phone in the kitchen.
She watched him as he sat in angry contemplation.
"You get your ass up to our bedroom!" he ordered. "When I decide what to do, I'll let you know."
Paula walked out of the kitchen, tearful sobs shaking her body. She hoped that he wouldn't divorce her. Any punishment he would inflict upon her would be better than that.
CHAPTER TEN
Paula went up to their bedroom. She was remorseful and very concerned about what Ralph was going to do. In one respect, she was glad that the charade was over. It was out in the open now. Perhaps her husband would know what to do!
She wandered around the room aimlessly, her thoughts on what was going to happen next. Turning on the TV in their room, she watched with detached interest. The show was a soap opera. She had enough problems of her own to create a new one. Paula wasn't interested in the problems besetting the characters on TV
Paula opened the bedroom door to see if Ralph was stirring around. There was no sound from below. Quietly, she walked back to her bed. She threw herself down, her face buried in the pillow and started to cry again. Huge sobs convulsed her frame.
She didn't know how long she had been crying. Nor was Paula aware of Ralph's presence in the room until he spoke.
"You're a mess!" he told her. "I want you to freshen up and change your clothes. We're going out."
Paula jumped off the bed in response to his order. She sniffed back some tears and brushed her eyes. She didn't want to ask him what they were going to do. He was going to take her out someplace! It didn't matter where or what they were going to do! Her husband was speaking to her! Not only that, they were going to do something together!
If she spoke, she felt it might dispel the mood. Paula accepted his invitation as a token that she would be forgiven. A wrong word or move could destroy this attempt to heal the wound she created. She was willing to do anything her husband wanted her to do to show her contriteness and desire for penitence.
"One question!" Ralph said. His tone made her cringe inwardly. There was authority behind it.
"Did you ever take any money for those acts?" he asked.
"No, no! I swear, Ralph! I didn't even know what he was charging," she denied emphatically.
She realized that she should not have mentioned the last sentence.
He stared at her, watching her face. "I have one last question. Then no more! Do you really love me?"
Paula rushed to him, clutching him in her embrace. She pressed her face, still wet with tears, against his. "Oh, yes, yes! I love you, Ralph. I'll do anything you say. I'll be a good wife and will never, never do anything bad again! I swear, Ralph, I swear. Just say you forgive me! Please, please! It means so much to me."
He stared at her face looking for some indication of sincerity. Paula gazed into his eyes, anticipating his thoughts. "I swear to you, Ralph. I'll be a good wife. Please say you forgive me. I won't have any peace until you say you will."
"I'll forgive you this time," he answered. "There won't be a next time!" his voice sounded ominous.
Paula kissed his face wildly all over. "Oh, Ralph, Ralph! You don't know how happy you've made me. Thank you, thank you!"
"Let me know how thankful you are during the next few weeks," he said. The way he said it made her shiver a little. Would he beat her or, treat her in some miserable fashion? Whatever he had planned, Paula was ready to endure. Any price was worth his forgiveness.
Ralph drove her down to Main and Washington. The streets were part of the main shopping center where they lived. He handed her several twenties.
"I want you to buy several pairs of sexy nighties. I'll leave the choice up to you. By now, you should have a good idea of what a sexy piece of item is!" he told her.
She felt the biting sarcasm of his remark. There was no point in answering back. Things seemed to be smoothing out. A hasty retort in kind would start everything over again. Ralph's order for the sexy nighties had to do with something he had planned for her. Whatever it was, Paula knew that sex had something to do with it! For the first time during their married life, she felt sexual excitement.
Ralph told her that he was going to. do some shopping. Both shopping excursions shouldn't take longer than about a half an hour he had told her. They were to meet back at the car. If either one finished earlier then the first one back would wait.
Paula had no trouble finding what Ralph wanted. Especially one! It was a black lacy shift just about waist length. The price was ten dollars. Lacking utilitarian value, the garment was more for arousing a sex urge. She chosed three of them and the saleslady didn't blink an eye. Evidently, women buying this type of wear were pretty common. Paula laughed at the ambiguity of the word.
She went back to the car and found Ralph waiting for her. He drove around with no destination in mind. Little conversation passed be-twen them. Paula wanted conversation but didn't press the issue. His aimless driving seemed to be a means to kill time.
They drove that way for several hours. He looked at his watch. "Feel like eating?" he asked. She answered affirmatively. "Okay!" he replied, "keep an eye open for a decent looking place."
After a few miles, she sighted a restaurant. "There's one there!" she pointed it out to him. He swung the car into the parking area.
Paula found his silent treatment a little difficult to endure. Aside from occasional remarks, he said nothing to her. He had admonished her not to speak to him. She was being very careful to do so. His startling discovery of her secret sex life had antagonized him enough. There was no point in provoking him further. Besides, there was every indication that a reconciliation was in effect. Paula didn't want to do anything to hinder it.
Their conversation was just as brief during the meal. He asked her what she wanted to order; how the food was and whether she wanted anything else. After the meal, they returned home.
In the house, Ralph exhibited his first interest in her purchases. He asked her to show him what she bought. Paula took each nightie out of the bag, displaying them singularly to him.
"Let's see what that black one looks like on you," he said. It sounded more like an order. She started to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To change," she answered.
"Since when did you suddenly become bashful?" There was that sarcasm again.
"Sure, Ralph! Anything you say!" she hastily agreed.
Paula removed her clothes, exposing her naked body. She placed the black nightie on. The hem rested over the swell of her body. Her shaved pudenda was completely exposed. She pirouetted slowly to show off the rear. Her shapely rounded ass!
In the past, she had maintained a little reticence in such a sexual display. Oh, Ralph had seen her naked! This episode had an entirely new concept. She could almost feel the same thrill coursing through her as the thrill she had during her first rape.
His terse reply was, "Not bad! It'll do. You can go up to bed and wait for me."
Paula picked up her clothes and left the room. She knew he had made some purchases and her curiosity was burning. Upstairs in the room, she put her clothes away and daubed her body with some perfume. Her action was daring! Ralph might not approve! But she wanted to do her best to please him! She knew that although he didn't say anything demonstrative about her purchase, it was a good one.
She waited for some time for Ralph to come up. Glancing at the clock on the end table, she saw it was almost ten. Paula turned on the TV to kill time until Ralph decided to make his appearance. Before she knew it, the eleven o'clock news was coming on. Paula found her eyelids getting heavy. Maybe, he had no intentions of doing anything that night. Her head drooped and she fell asleep.
Paula was sleeping on her side. She felt a gentle nudge and her body rolled over on her stomach. The touch of cold steel made her awake with a start. Her left hand was outstretched, fastened by a handcuff to one of the metal bars on the headboard.
Coming out of her sleep, she realized that Ralph was fastening her right hand to another bar. Paula was manacled to the headboard. She was on her stomach and couldn't turn over.
"Ralph! Ralph! What are you going to do to me?" There was frightened anxiety in her voice.
"Don't worry your pretty little head," he told her. "This shouldn't bother you a bit! By now, you should be used to it."
He took some rope and tied her ankles to the foot of the bed. She was now spread-eagled on her stomach as she had been on previous occasions. Just like her fantasies! Only this time, it was her husband who was going to attack her.
Paula was grabbed by the face. He fitted a gag into her mouth. "It's rather late and I don't want to disturb our neighbors," he explained. Her eyes revealed her terror. Ralph, she thought, had deliberately lulled her into a false sense of security. Now, he was going to exact some horrible revenge upon her body. She thrashed wildly against the metal bonds. It was a futile gesture. He had her at his mercy.
He stood before her nude. His cock was only partially hard. In his hand, he held a ping-pong racket. "In the olden days, they used to stone adulterous women to death. I wouldn't think of doing that!" His voice was saccharine. There was a hint of cruelty in the way he spoke.
"You know what I'm going to do with this paddle?" he asked.
Paula couldn't speak with the gag in her mouth. Only make muffled sounds. She nodded frantically. Just as frantically, she shook her head. No! No! She was trying to say! Don't beat me! Her eyes pleaded with him.
"First, I'm going to beat your little ass for acting like a two-bit whore," he told her. Ralph stepped out of her sight. She heard him pad on bare feet around behind her. Paula squeezed her eyes shut in painful anticipation of the blows that would soon fall on her unprotected buttocks.
Crack! The first blow of the paddle crashed against her left buttock! Paula's hips jerked from the effects of the blow. A burning pain seemed to radiate from the buttock down to her leg. Her eyes filled up with tears of pain. The second blow caught her on the right ass-cheek.
She tried to call out to him to stop. To have some mercy! The gag Ralph had secured in her mouth restrained any kind of an outcry. Paula knew she couldn't free herself. She was crying hysterically. Her body shook with the sobs while tears rained unchecked down her face.
Ralph's punishment couldn't be stopped. His blows were descending upon her enflamed ass in timed blows. He didn't paddle her ass rapidly. Each smack was a resounding Cracckkk!
Paula's ass felt as though she had backed into a hot radiator or a blow-torch had been applied to it. From the swell of her shapely hillocks down to the back of her knees, her body was afire. Hot needles seemed to be sticking into her ass-cheeks each time her husband struck another blow.
Yet through the unbearable pain, Paula was experiencing another sensation. Deep within her loins, the rumbles of an erotic nature was overriding the pain. She could feel the extreme heat from her reddened ass. Ralph must have hit her at least a dozen times. After the fifth or sixth blow, she lost count. There was no mistaking the lascivious tremor that ran down her spine.
"That's for openers!" Ralph declared.
He shoved a pillow under her stomach, raising her ass a little higher. She was anticipating what was to come next. As though she had written the script. When Ralph started to lubricate her ass-hole, she knew! Paula felt the weight of his body as he got on the bed behind her. He shifted into position.
When he parted her buttocks to attack her ass, Paula winced from the pain. His cock slid smoothly into her anal canal. He caught her hips, pulling her ass closer to his groin. The touch of his body against her abused ass sent a shock of pain through her. There was the other shock! The delicious shock of his cock pushing deep within her rectum.
This was the first time he had ever fucked her in the ass! Other men had tasted that pleasure with their pricks! This time, it was her husband who was screwing her ass. Paula found it exhilaratingly exciting.
Slowly, Ralph started the shuttling of his rampant rod in and out of her hole. She closed her eyes to the piquant pleasure he was affording her. First, the tempo was slow as his hips moved back and forth. Gradually, the tempo increased. His prick pumped rapidly. Paula heard his labored breathing as he increased his rhythmic strokes.
Any moment now, she knew he was going to shoot his load. Inside her cunt, she felt the little tickling sensation. She hoped that after he fucked her ass, he would service her pussy. That hungry little pussy needed some love and affection too.
Her rectal muscles felt the convulsive spasms as Ralph orgasmed. This time her eyes were shut in ecstatic bliss as her husband filled her hole with his jism. She thrilled that she could have this sensation with her husband. All these years, missing this wonderful erotic reaction! What a fool she had been!
He made one last deep shove as his cock relinquished the glutinous liquid. Ralph's grip on her hips pulled her ass closer to his crotch. His spuming shaft was deep in her rectum. Her buttocks felt as though an electric probe had been applied to them. The forceful contact of Ralph's hips against them sent a shock through her body.
Paula's sensitive ass muscles detected the diminishing spasms of her husband's climax. He withdrew his fleshy tube which was slowly collapsing. The state of his prick did not reflect his sustained libido.
"I'm going to turn you loose," he told Paula.
"But we're not finished yet. I don't want a word out of you. After I free you, you're going to suck me off!"
She nodded her head. The legs were freed, the handcuffs removed, and Paula was able to turn over. He removed the gag from her mouth. Paula marveled at her husband's display of virility. For herself, she was experiencing an erotic thrill that compared to the excitement she felt during her sexual escapades. The hell with analyzing why! The important thing was that Ralph was arousing the dormant lust in her.
Paula turned over on her back after she was freed. She jumped off the bed. The contact of her abused ass-cheeks against the mattress made it unbearable to lie on her back.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, jumping off the bed. Gingerly, she reached behind her to touch the affected area. "That was some beating!"
"You're lucky I didn't do worse to you," Ralph told her. "Where do you think you're going?" She moved away from the bed.
"Nowheres! I just want to get some circulation back in my legs and arms," Paula answered. "How do you want me to suck you off? Do you have any special preference?"
"I'm going to give you a break," her husband told her. "I am going to suck you off at the same time, my dear. I am going to have the delectable pleasure of eating your pussy. Something that you have denied me all the years we've been married.
"I will lay down on the bed and we will do the famous sixty-nine position. By now, you should be familiar with it."
Always that little sarcastic remark! Paula wondered how long he would continue to insert these little digs into his remarks. She didn't mind it too much, really.
In spite of her husband's reference to Paula being familiar with the sixty-nine position, she had never practiced it. Even with the Lesbian customer! Either Paula sucked or was sucked off. The mention of it started to stimulate her salacious longings.
Ralph was already on his back on the bed waiting for her to straddle above him. Her knees rested alongside his head while she leaned forward on her hands. The puffy shaved cunt was poised above his mouth. She stared down at his semi-rigid cock. It hadn't shrunken completely. Or if it did, it was starting to grow again.
During their married life, she had sucked him off many times. This time, Paula studied his cock with a different perspective. His technicolored prick! The reddish-pink skin covered with the remains of his come and flecks of fecal matter from her ass. She had seen that on other men. Only this time, it was Ralph's cock that she would taste.
She tilted her head forward, her mouth swallowing the entire cock. The semi-flaccid piece of flesh disappeared into her oral cavern. The velvety tip of her tongue vibrated against the crown of his shaft. Her lips held the knob tightly captive while her experienced tongue dallied against the frenum. One of her clients had pointed out that the most sensitive area of a cock was just below the head, the frenum.
Paula shifted her attention to the rest of his prick. His cock was stiff, responding to her initial treatment. Supporting herself on one hand, she grasped the base of his cock. Her grip was firm, holding it steady in her mouth. Her lips slowly slid down the length of his rod until they kissed her fist gripping his cock.
As her mouth descended, her tongue brushed firmly along the side of the shaft. Using the same languid motion, Paula's lips moved upward. Only instead of her tongue, on the upsweep, she gently scraped her teeth against the sides of his cock.
She had been concentrating her efforts on satisfying Ralph. The familiar tickle was starting in her snatch. Her nervous system was sending out erotic messages. The old stirrings began with the libidinous awakening.
Ralph thoughtfully grabbed her by the croup, the rise above her buttocks. He pulled her cunt towards his face. She was thankful that he avoided as much contact with her burning buttocks. When his tongue made its initial sweep along her cuntal canal, she felt the incipient signals of lascivious stirrings. Inside Paula's snatch, the glands reacted with salacious salivating.
His tongue passed along the crack and swept over the shaven pudenda. He was tasting the erogenous flavor of a shaven pussy. Something Ralph may have coveted for a long time. To Paula, the contact of his lingual emissary sent chills tingling along her spine. Briefly, she remonstrated with herself for denying him this pleasure. Ardently, he caressed her cunt.
While she applied saliva lavishly over his prick, Ralph continued to send his probing tongue to different erogenous areas. He slipped his hands around her thighs, parting the slit. His tongue found that venereal papule, her clitoris. Feverishly, he ingested her inflamed clitty. Luxuriantly, he lavished wet kisses upon it. The tingling in her pussy was growing intense.
The shaft of her hardened piece of flesh was trapped firmly between his teeth. Its small bulbous head wavered back and forth as his tongue flicked across it in rapid motion.
Paula paused with his cock still filling her mouth. She moaned in aroused approval of his oral manipulations. Of the times she had been sucked off, only once had anyone matched the carnal bliss inspired by such tonguing! That was the Lesbian!
"Mmmmmffff!" Her murmur was muffled by her filled mouth. Her vocal approval told Ralph he was effectively doing his job She pressed her cunt against his mouth. Almost with sadistic intent, he shifted his attention to the vulva. As though he wanted to withhold from her the pleasure of coming.
The transition didn't eliminate the churning sensual exhilaration. Paula's system held the voluptuous vibrations at a constant level. Keeping it in abeyance for the final coup that would send orgasms exploding within her box!
Ralph's tongue penetrated her cunt as far as he could. He pressed it as deep as he could, letting it sweep along the moistened walls of her quim. The pressure of his oral caresses stroked the smoldering furnace, increasing the tantalizing sexual torment stirring within her.
His tongue slipped out, moving along the perineum, licking upwards towards the crack in her ass. Paula wriggled her hips at the piquant joys of the teasing tongue. The contact of Ralph's mouth against her still aching ass caused her to jerk her hips.
"Errhmmm!" she groaned in painful communication.
Realizing the contact was painful, he switched back to her clitoris. His mouth resumed his previous attack. She felt the strong suction as her clitoris was drawn into it.
Her body resembled a human teeter-totter. Paula's head bobbed up and down rapidly as her hips shuttled the same way. There was another facet to this forward and backward motion.
Paula's hips wriggled in ecstatic convulsions. As her head bobbed up and down, it twisted slowly from side to side, her compressed lips squeezing the dick held captive between them.
Her throbbing cunt seemed about to burst. She bucked and squirmed her hips in quick, choppy undulations. Between her movements and Ralph's mouth, the friction on her clitoris increased. Inside her aroused pussy, the erogenous stimulation accelerated the voluptuous palpitations of a vaginal vortex.
She wanted to scream aloud as she had so often done. The groans and murmurs of anguished pleasure! Her only outlet for the passionate feelings that engulfed her was in her frenzied pelvic gyrations.
Paula didn't want to release her oral hold on her husband's cock. She wanted to satisfy him. To bring her sensual teasing of his cock to orgasmic fruition. All she could do was groan in ecstatic anguish.
"Mmmmmffff! Mmmmmmffff!" she uttered, her mouth urging his prick to consummate her efforts.
She gasped in rapturous bliss as his churning prong profusely flooded her throat. The short contraction, then the heavy spasm shooting out a burst of glutinous liquid! With each spasm, the thickness of his climactic expression lessened. The force of his penile paroxysms became weaker.
Paula's lips glided down to the base of his shaft. Pressing her lips firmly against his prick,, she moved her head towards the knob. Her compressed lips milking out the last vestiges of his delicious come! The milky viscous fluid slid down her throat. For the first time, she enjoyed sucking Ralph off.
Her husband, to show his appreciation, continued to titillate her clitoris. A sluice opened and from the depths of her inflamed quim poured an abundance of love juices. Paula rewarded him with an ample quantity of elysian nectar. The overflow of her come ran down his chin.
Freed from the hindrance of a cock in her mouth, Paula gave vent to the carnal exultation that seized her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Please, Ralph, suck me, harder, harder!" she exhorted him. "You don't. . . know ... how ... much..., " she was struggling with the words.
She was riding an express elevator plummeting to the ground in violent acceleration.
The orgasms were frequent and strong. They pounded with sensual force. She screamed! "It won't stop! I'm coming, I'm comm-MIINNGGG! YAHRRRggggg ! "
Paula had straightened up, her body supported by her knees and forelegs. Her twat was pressed against Ralph's rapacious mouth as he swallowed her heavy cuntal downpour. In spite of her sore ass-cheeks, she had them pressed down. Her buttocks were in contact with Ralph's face. She was oblivious to the painful proximity. Only the voluptuous pulsations of the erogenous orgasms sent incandescent thrills through her body. She was unaware of anything else.
For several minutes, Ralph indulged her, continuing to service her orally. The pressure of her body on his face and his cunt-lapping tired him. He stopped and gently pushed Paula off.
A sigh of blissful contentment signified appreciation of his efforts.
Paula fell forward, collapsing in a spent heap. "That was beautiful!" she murmured in pleasurable approval.
"I'm glad you liked it!" his voice lacking emotion. "I've been trying to convince you for years.
We're not finished yet! Remember, I'm on vacation!" he declared. "We can sleep late.
"Now, you're going downstairs to make me a cup of coffee. We're going to take a little break. After that, we're going to have another session. All we've done so far is just warm up. After the coffee..." she was on the way out of the room, leaving his promised intentions hanging.
On her way to the kitchen, Paula found it difficult to move quickly. The beating Ralph had given her ass made any movement painful. Especially, quick moves.
It was forgotten in her remembrance of Ralph's forceful attack upon her. The sexual exhilaration was greater during her relationship with him than with the others. All the other men who had fucked her were helping her to act out her fantasies. The carnal coupling with Ralph was no make-believe! It was real! Paula felt sexually fulfilled now.
She filled a tray with two cups of coffee and hurried back upstairs. Paula couldn't wait to join her husband after the coffee. Ralph had promised another session. Within fifteen minutes or so, he had shot two loads. She wondered whether he could do justice when he screwed her again.
As they drank the coffee, Paula violated her husband's admonition of not to speak until spoken to.
"Ralph, I ... I want to tell you how grateful I am for your ... understanding," she said hesitantly. "I've been a ... a fool and I'm sorry that I've disgraced you. I just want to say...! "
He interrupted her. "Forget it. I'm trying hard to forget it myself."
"I ... I want to ask you a question." She sounded reluctant to ask.
"Go ahead! At this point, we should be open and honest with each other," he told her.
"Do ... do you think that ... that you can fuck me again?" she asked. Her concern was concentrated more on having a satisfactory fuck and his ability to do so.
"You want to know if I can come again! Spread your legs, honey, and I'll show you!" he declared.
Putting the cups aside, Paula lay down on the bed. Her buttocks still smarted but the pain didn't matter. For the first time in their five years of marriage, she was going to be fucked as she was never fucked before. Gloriously, thrillingly, erotically fucked!
Ralph placed himself between her splayed legs. Holding his cock in his hand, he rubbed it back and forth against her already moistening twat. Slowly, his prick stiffened and he slipped it into her eagerly awaiting cunt.
"Try squeezing the muscles in your cunt, dear," he asked her., She closed her eyes, her face grimacing with the effort. There was a faint spasm. "That's it!" he exclaimed. "Try again!"
Paula tried once more. "That's good! Once more!" Ralph insisted. She found that by concentrating, the vaginal muscles could be contracted without too much effort. The more she did it, the easier it became. Simple as flexing fingers into a fist and opening the hand again.
"How does it feel?" Ralph asked.
"It's nice!" she answered. "I can intensify the sensation of contact with your prick when the muscles squeeze down on it. Where did you learn about that?"
He laughed. "Before tonight, you never used words like that! Or for that matter, acted so wantonly. Let's just say that we both learned a little something."
"What's the matter?" she asked anxiously as he withdrew his cock from her moist quim.
"I just found out how tired I am," Ralph laughed. "It's been a rough day. I'm human, not a machine."
"Oh!" Paula exclaimed. The short exclamation showed her disappointment.
He looked at his wristwatch. "It's almost two in the morning! We can always get a fresh start later just like we used to do. How about it?"
"Okay!" she agreed. For the first time that day, they embraced. They kissed passionately and Paula was happy that their differences had been settled. All was forgiven! The resolution of their problem might not have worked out so well if Ralph hadn't been so understanding.
As they snuggled together in bed, Paula's mind dwelled on the voluptuous thrills Ralph had given to her. Roguishly, her licentious imagination conjured up a daring erotic act. Waiting until Ralph was sound asleep, she stealthily left the bed. She fumbled around in the dark and located the handcuffs used on her.
Ralph awoke with a start. Paula had manacled him in the same manner he had shackled her.
"What are you going to do?" he seemed more curious than afraid of what Paula had planned.
She had turned on the lights and was putting on the final touches by fastening his legs to the bed. There was a lewd, mischievous grin on her face as she looked down upon him.
"I just want to prove a point about how exciting sex can be in this position," she told him.
He looked up at her from his supine position, spread-eagled on the bed. She began making obscene gestures, fondling her tits and cunt. His dormant cock was also awake and hardening.
"Turn about is fair play. Just be glad I didn't lock you in on your stomach," she said. "I'd love to return the compliment by paddling your ass."
"Okay! So you proved your point about how exciting being tied is while having sex," Ralph said. He grinned. "So far, we haven't had any sex."
She reached under his balls and ran a finger along the scrotum and teasingly up the length of his stiff cock. He wriggled his hips. With her other hand, she continued to exhibit her cunt, rubbing her fingers around it.
"You bitch!" his exclamation with without malice. "You wake me from a sound sleep, tie me up, and now you're teasing me. You know what you are? You're a P.A.! "
"A P.A.? " she asked puzzled. "What the hell is that?"
Ralph laughed. "A penis agitator! That's a cock-teaser with a college degree."
"I'll give you penis agitator!" she threatened in pretended annoyance. She straddled his chest, her cunt in his face. Looking down at him, she said, "First, I want you to eat my pussy. If you do a good job, I may untie you to see how good you can really fuck me."
His tongue flicked out in a teasing taste. Ralph paused. "Do you know why a honeymoon only lasts for six days?" he asked.
Paula looked puzzled. "No, I don't! Why?"
"Because," he laughed, "seven days make a whole week," he punned. "And at the rate you're using my cock, I may not last two days. I only took a few days to straighten things out. By the time we're through, I may need another week to recuperate."
"Right now, your thing is very straight! And if you want to use it, you better start sucking," she told him.
Ralph sighed. "Having sex will never be the same. I can see you have an insatiable lust. I'll probably die trying to satisfy your sexual appetite."
Paula reached behind her and gave his cock a playful tug. "Yeh! But what a way to die! And at the rate you're going, it's going to take a long time. We don't fuck until you suck!"
Slowly, his tongue stroked the slit. Inside Paula's cunt, the tingling tickle began. She was happy now. Everything had worked out fine.