... and allowed him freedom from worry about repercussions-lawful or otherwise. He smiled to himself as he sipped his dry white wine ... Patricia has excellent taste, he thought, and wondered how she would react to his tastes.
He reviewed his knowledge of her: Patricia Walters, age 25, height 5'6", blond hair, fair complexion, weight 124 pounds; occupation: secretary-girl Friday for one A.T. Davies, Executive Vice President, Lansco Corporation: Bank: California National-savings, checking; marital status: single; sexual preferences: male, male-female. No current sexual involvements.
The headlights of an automobile splashed across the driveway of the modest home and the man watched through the window as the woman parked, stepped out of her car and reached back for her purse. He smiled again as she locked the door carefully, then turned and walked briskly up the narrow walk to the front door. He heard her fumbling with the security lock on the mail box and he set the glass of wine aside and stood to close the drapes quietly as she inserted her key into the lock of the front door. He walked leisurely to the alcove entrance of the home, stood beside the ornamental room separator and waited. A diffused light splashed into the narrow hallway as the woman opened the door and reached for the light switch beside the door.
"Damn!" she swore softly as she touched the switch and the light failed to come on. The man heard her sigh heavily as she set her purse on the low table near the door, then closed it with a slam.
As Pat walked toward the kitchen of her home to check the light panel, she was startled as someone stepped behind her, twisted an arm behind her back and closed a gloved hand over her mouth. Fear struck suddenly as she realized what was happening, and she struggled ineffectually against the man's greater strength.
"Don't resist, Pat ..." he told her calmly.
As she ceased struggling, Pat felt the hand move from her mouth to her throat and a second pang of fear coursed through her trembling young body-but no pressure was applied. She swallowed thickly and asked in a choked voice, "Wha ... what do you want?"
"Your cooperation," he replied simply, and twisted her other arm to the small of her back. With a practiced ease, he took two turns with a thin nylon cord and bound her wrists together.
"Please ... please don't hurt me!" she begged as she felt something being placed over her eyes and struggled briefly, as the dim light inside her hallway was cut off; she found herself in total darkness.
"It's just a sleep mask," he told her as he adjusted the elastic band that held the mask in place. "Don't try to remove it and you have my word-you will not be harmed."
"I ... I have a little money ..." she offered weakly as she sensed him move in front of her. "My purse ... the dresser, I ..."
Pat gasped as the man's mouth closed over hers warmly and she tried to pull away as his body pressed to hers. She felt his hands on her arms; then they moved to her waist as his tongue probed her mouth and she tried to twist her bead away. He took hold of the back of her head with one hand and held her firmly as she realized the futility of her struggle.
She forced herself to relax as he kissed her and, as his tongue entered her mouth, her breath came in tagged bursts.
Pat was suddenly outraged as his free band roamed from her waist to her hip, then moved slowly to cup the cheek of her ass. As his gloved hand massaged her gently, a new fear washed over her as she realized: he doesn't want my money!
"What ... what are you going to do with me?" she said in a very small voice as his lips left hers.
"I am going to make your fantasies a reality, Pat and I'm going to pleasure you as you've never been pleasured before ..."
"Oh, God!" she gasped, "You ... you're a sex fiend!" and she felt her body shake uncontrollably as a low laugh came to her from the darkness.
"Not a sex fiend, Pat ... a sex thief." He kissed her again lightly and remarked, "You see, I am a very special kind of burglar-I never take anything you would miss, and I always give as much as I receive?"
Thoughts of the Boston Strangler and a half dozen other reported sex criminals came to Pat as she listened to his cairn voice and a new fear crept into her being as she realized she was totally in his power.
There was nothing she could do to stop him and thoughts of help drew a blank-it was Friday evening; she was expecting no one, and her weekend was clear of any obligations.
"Please ... " she whimpered, "please don't hurt me!"
The man took hold of her arm and led her into the comfortably furnished living room of the home. He picked up the glass of wine from the table, drained it and set it down again, then he began to undress slowly. It was these moments he savored-those before the initial contact, and the knowledge that he was going to have his will with this beautiful young woman stirred the old fire in his body as he removed his gloves and his windbreaker and pulled his sweater over his head. He glanced toward the glass doors of the patio where he had entered the home-a dim light came in and it was just enough for him to see the woman standing before him as he sat to remove his shoes and socks.
Pat heard a zipper as it was drawn down and her heart beat heavily in her breast She considered screaming-but only momentarily, for her home was separated from the neighboring house on one side by the attached garage, while on the other side, a high hedge ran between the neighbor's garage and her dwelling. There would be no help, she decided-and what was to happen, would happen. But why her? What had she done to deserve this? The questions came to mind and went unanswered as Pat heard the man stand and his bands touched her body.
The man reached out and began to unbutton the sheer blouse Pat was wearing; and as his fingers touched her, she tried to move backwards. "Don't resist!" he told her sharply and pulled her forward again. As he pulled the waist of the garment from her short skirt, he sucked in his breath as her brassiere was exposed. He slipped the blouse over her naked shoulders and fumbled behind her back for the catch on the under-garment. As he freed it, he took hold of the thin straps that ran across her shoulders and he snapped them easily.
"Oh ... " Pat whimpered as she felt her brassiere being removed and a rush of cool air caused her to chill slightly. Then she felt hands at her waist and as the wide belt was unbuckled, she felt both skirt and belt fall in a heap around her feet.
Kneeling, the man raised first one foot and then the other as he removed the skirt from about her feet. He looked up at the dark patch beneath the woman's pantyhose and he ran his hands up the backs of her full thighs and pulled her to him. As he nuzzled the nylon-covered nest between her legs, he inhaled deeply and felt his prick twitch as it lay against his naked leg. Slowly, he drew down the pantyhose, pulled off her low pumps, then the last garment, and gazed up at her lovely, naked body as she stood trembling before him in the dim light of her living room. He kissed her knees and ran his hands from her thighs to her calves as the heat rose in his body; then he cupped her full ass cheeks in both hands and nuzzled her crotch with his cheek. He heard her low whimper as he forced her legs apart and kissed the soft flesh of her belly an inch above her pubic mound. He found the button depression of her navel and kissed it wetly, insinuating his tongue, then tracing patterns on her bare flesh with its wetness. Again she whimpered is be moved lower and lower; and as his mouth closed over the full, pouting ups of her pussy she gasped loudly.
Pat felt his mouth and hands on her shaking body-audit was hardly what she had expected. He was as gentle as any lover she had ever enjoyed and a strange perversity overcame her as she felt his tongue probe her belly button, then move lower as his hands rubbed the cheeks of her ass gently. She was becoming aroused and she knew it-she fought the feeling as it grew and she cursed herself silently for responding to his sensual caresses. Then his mouth closed over her cunt and she gasped. She did not move, did not breathe as she waited for what she knew was coming. And as his tongue probed forward, separated the soft folds of her pussy, she shuddered involuntarily and a low moan escaped her lips.
"Ohhhhh. Oh, God ... " she moaned,
The man smiled inwardly as he felt the woman responding and he found the small nub of-flesh in the folds near the top of her cunt and sucked it into his mouth to nibble it gently with his lips. As he extended the tongue then and lapped her lewdly exposed pussy, he felt an imperceptible movement in her lush hips and he opened his mouth fully to suck in the wet folds of her pussy lips. He tongued her gently and pulled her to him as she began to respond, and as he heard her breath come sharply, he stopped and sat back away from her. He looked up and she was still arched as he had pulled her. Smiling, he stood and took hold of his stiff prick to rub it against her hip; then he nudged it into the wet deft of her pussy and continued around her body, touching her with nothing but the throbbing head of his cock. As he rubbed it gently over the twin mounds of her soft ass, the woman moaned again and pushed back against him. He shoved his prick between her legs and reached around to cup her tits.
"This ... this is insane ..." she told him breathlessly, and squirmed against his warm body as his prick was trapped between the cheeks of her ass and rubbed the bottom of her pussy.
"Is it?" he questioned, and kissed her naked shoulder, then moved his mouth to the nape of her neck. As he brushed her short hair aside and kissed her there, she shivered strongly and ground her ass against his thrusting prick. She felt the palms of his hands as they moved in small circles over her erect nipples; then they paused to squeeze her tightly before moving down her body, over the smooth plane of her stomach, and above her pubic mound. She pressed even harder against him as she felt the finger of his right hand part the folds of her pussy lips and begin a slow stroking motion.
Pat felt the tingling sensation in her loins and she knew it was the prelude to orgasm. The man's finger stroked her erect cut as she squirmed against him and she could feel the throbbing of his huge prick as it nested in the moist folds of her pussy. "Ohhh ... Ohhh, no ... I'm m ... " she whimpered, and bit her lip to keep from saying the words.
Slipping a finger into her cunt and hunching forward, the man asked her, "You're what? Tell me tell me!" he breathed softly into her ear and licked her neck wetly.
"NOOO ... this can't be happening ... I ... Oh, God! Jesus, God! Forgive me! I'm ... I'm coming!" she cried out and her body shuddered as the first wave of her orgasm broke over her writhing body.
The man shoved two fingers into her quivering cunt and pressed upwards with his prick. The swollen head was enveloped by the soft wetness of her pussy as she discharged her juices and gasped for breath, then cried out again.
"Ughhhhnnu ... Ughhhhnnn ... yes! Yessss ... fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!" And she sagged in his arms as her legs refused to hold her. The crescendo of sensation washed over her quivering flesh like a giant wave and left her gasping for breath as she felt his fingers dig into her sopping cunt and his hand squeeze her aching tit. Her head reeled as she felt him withdraw his fingers, then raise them to her lips to force them into her mouth.
"Lick them ..." he told her huskily.
Without thinking, Pat took one finger after the other into her mouth and she tasted the-bittersweet juices of her own cunt as his other arm went about her waist to support her. As she licked out with her tongue, Pat was awed by the seeming swiftness with which the orgasm had taken her-one moment, she was in fear for her life, the next she was writhing in her unknown assailant's arms, begging him to fuck her! My God, she thought, if he can do that with his fingers ...
And the thought was left hanging as Pat felt herself lowered to the floor. She sat on her knees and swallowed thickly as she felt his hands on her face then his mouth on hers as that hotly probing tongue came again. As their lips parted, she heard him whisper, "I'm going to put my prick in your mouth, Pat ... I want you to let me fuck your mouth ... I want to shoot my come into your throat ... I want you to taste me ..."
And as the obscene words droned on, Pat felt herself being aroused again-the thought of being forced to suck a man's prick was something new to her, but as he kissed her again it was not necessary for him to force his tongue between her lips-she took it willingly and responded to his kiss and sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth.
The man looked down at her and smiled; in the dim light, she looked like some vestal virgin awaiting sacrifice. Her hands bound behind her caused her full breasts to jut outward, the nipples slightly upswept and turgid. He cupped her face fully with both his hands and moved forward slightly until the glistening head of his swollen prick touched her lips. He felt a thrill go through his body as his captive opened her mouth slightly and licked out with her soft, wet tongue.
"Yes ..." he told her, "lick it good, Pat ... lick it all over!"
Pat felt the tactile surface of his prick as she laved it wetly, and a thrill went through her as she envisioned it standing straight out from his hairy loins. She longed to take it in her hands, to feel the pulse of it, to love it, caress it-to feel it deep inside her. She swallowed again, licked her lips, then ran her mouth over the entire, throbbing length.
Taking hold of his huge prick in his left hand, the man shoved forward slightly with his hips and saw the head disappear into the woman's hotly sucking mouth. He watched as she took more and more of it in and he could feel the roof of her mouth, her tongue on the bottom; and finally the swollen head nudged the back of her throat. He withdrew slightly, then took hold of her head with both hands and told her, "Breathe through your nose, Pat ... " and he shoved forward brutally to bury his aching cock in her throat.
Pat gagged and tried to pull back, but she could not-and for an instant she experienced the panic that comes with choking. Then, somehow, she relaxed and she felt the head of his pulsing prick slide even further into her constricted throat. But there was no gagging, no sensation of choking-just the purely sensual pleasure of having her mouth and throat filled with the man's prick. She squirmed, at his feet and as he pulled back slightly she swirled her tongue along the fiat underside of his cock.
"That's it ... relax and suck me off ... suck me deep ... lick my prick!" he told her huskily as she began sucking him again and taking the length of hi& cock into her-throat without his shoving it.
He held her face tenderly as he stroked back and forth, in and out of her hotly sucking mouth. Her lips were ovaled obscenely and as he withdrew his cock nearly to its head, her cheeks sucked inward and she fought to take it in again, deeply. He stood like that for what seemed an eternity, his prick sliding into her throat, then withdrawing to the head, while, on her haunches, the woman squirmed uncomfortably, alive with desire Then he felt his juices rising The sensation caused his knees to tremble and as the feeling washed upwards from the back of his legs to his stomach, he began fucking her mouth faster and deeper, his balls swinging free and slapping her obscenely on the chin. He tensed and held her then, his prick buried in her throat as the first contraction wrenched his body and his prick swelled to erupt in great-gushing spurts. The woman swallowed, the muscles of her throat constricting and sending great waves-of pleasure coursing through his spasming body. Pulling out until only the head remained, he felt her swallow time and time again as though she was afraid she would lose a precious drop of his hot come as he gushed into her sucking mouth.
Pat felt him coming and she nearly choked as the first glob of sticky come gushed into her throat. She swallowed frantically and felt her throat filled to overruning; then he pulled back and as the successive -spurts burst forth she was able to taste the faintly acrid fluid as it filled her mouth, washed over her tongue and down her throat. She shivered as she felt a final contraction; and as the man pulled his hips back, she felt a great emptiness overcome her as his still-stiff prick was pulled from her mouth.
The man lifted her to her feet and kissed her fully on her wet mouth. His tongue probed the depths where his prick had heated the flesh through friction, and Pat thrilled as their tongue touched intimately and his hands cupped her ass cheeks fully.
Then she was twisted, turned, and she felt herself bent forward over the back of a low chair. A sudden panic came to her, but it too passed, as had her previous panic, and she felt him spread her legs lewdly and press his face between the cheeks of her ass to lick her wetly with his hot tongue.
Kneeling behind her, the man looked at the tightly puckered flesh of her ass-hole. In the dim light it appeared much darker than the surrounding flesh and a light growth of hair grew about the fringes. He kissed her wetly, then dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy upwards and forced the tip of his tongue into the tightly clasping orifice. He felt her shudder, and as he leaned back he noticed that she was breathing heavily.
Standing, the man took hold of his prick and milked it once. A drop of semen appeared on the glans and as it threatened to fall, he moved forward and smeared the mucus over her exposed ass-hole.
"Oh ..." she gasped as the felt his prick where no other had ever been.
"Oh, yes ..." he said huskily, and wormed the head of his prick into her tightly clasping �sshole, "I'm going to hick you there, Pat ... I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" and he took hold of her hips firmly and shaved forward.
"UGHHHHN!" she murmured, "God, no! Don't ... please-don't ... Don't fuck me there!"
He laughed as he felt his prick intrude into her nether hole and her body stiffened under his thrust. Then the second sphincter opened and he shoved forward brutally to bury his prick deeply in her hot ass-hole. As he reached forward to take hold of her heaving tits, he told her, "And this is just the beginning, dear Patricia ... we have until Monday morning ... and I'm going to do things to you that you have never dreamed of!"
Pat felt her rectum filled and she bit her lip as the pain subsided and he withdrew his prick slightly. His words frightened her at first; then, as he began to stroke her gently again and again, her body began to respond, and she realized that it was not fear she felt-but excitement! His words echoed in her brain ... do things to you that you've never dreamed of ... and deep inside her helpless body, Pat knew if he were to release her bonds at that very moment, she would welcome the things he was going to do to her welcome them!
CHAPTER ONE
Monday dawned and found Marc Andrews in his shower. He scrubbed his body vigorously, then relaxed as the hot water pelted his skin and revived his aching muscles. The weekend had been strenuous and sleep had been an elusive thing-but as strength returned to his aching limbs he smiled at the memories he had collected between Friday eve, fling and early that morning, when he had dressed finally, kissed her softly on her sleeping lips, and heard her call out for him from a half-sleep as he left her house.
"One of the better ... " he remarked to his shower as he twisted the handles off and reached for a towel.
Marc whistled lightly as he checked Saturday's mail and found nothing pressing. He poured a cup of steaming coffee and carried it up the loft to dress for work. As he slipped into his shoes, he glanced at the appointment calendar on the wide dresser ... Dr. Murtaugh, I pm, was noted, and he wondered idly what this second appointment would be like. The first, the preceding Monday, had been largely unproductive, and he hoped that today would prove to be successful ... at least in regards to the headaches he'd been having.
As he prepared to leave the apartment, he rang his answering service, noted two calls that had come the day before, then scribbled a note for the maid service ... Monday seems to be the day for everything, he thought as he picked up his light attache case and let himself out into the bright Monday morning sunshine. The Porsche was where he had left it Friday afternoon, and as he climbed in the old feeling of security washed over him. The glove leather seats were almost sensuous in the way they seemed to be molded to his body, and the masculine roar of the engine lifted him as he slipped the clutch and backed from his car port.
The drive-from his beach apartment to the offices of Levi son & Breen took less than fifteen minutes, and as he pulled into the wide drive that led to the basement parking area, a sudden depression filled him as the sunlight was left behind and the dull echo of the Porsche's engine bounced from concrete to resound loudly and offensively in his ears.
The express elevator carried him swiftly to the fifth floor suite of offices occupied by the investment counseling firm where he spent a miserable thirty hours a week in an effort to appear productive in a totally negative atmosphere. Nodded good-mornings, the ritual wink and smile, and another cup of the firm's lousy coffee had him seated in his office going Over the Dyke's account. By eleven thirty, he had attended the Monday Carnival-as it was referred to beyond executive hearing-taken his pep talk and returned to spend another hour in Dyke's deficits.
At eleven forty, Marc retrieved his car, sped up the ramp and was again lifted as he sped down Wilshire Boulevard A light buffet at Fancy's, a double vodka martini, a Certs, and he was back m the car, driving a bit more leisurely toward the plush office where he would spend the next hour with the quiet Dr. Murtaugh.
The gold leaf inscription on the inner office door read: A. MURTAUGH, M.D., Ph.D. BY APPOINTMENT ONLY. Inside, Muzak soothed the nerves of the harried receptionist who affected a plastic smile and spoke to Marc by name-seemingly proud of her Berkeley Memory. He sat in one of the womb-like leather chairs and glanced through a copy of Psychology Today, smiling inwardly as he scanned the article on autistic children-smiling because he secretly considered most adults autistics in drag.
"Dr. Murtaugh will see you now, Mister Andrews ..."
He lay the magazine aside, nodded to the girl who blessed him with another plastic smile, without being able to hide the question in her eyes I wonder what his kink is?
He was tempted to answer her unasked question with the reply: I'm a financial masochist ... paying this shrink fifty bucks an hour to prescribe psychosomatic drugs for a psychosomatic headache I've been having. Instead, he returned her smile and told her, "I'd like to eat your pussy ..." and kept walking.
The look on the girl's face did not change-as though his words had not registered. As he took hold of the ornate knob of the door, he heard a tiny gasp come from her lips. He smiled and entered Murtaugh's inner sanctum.
Murtaugh stood as Marc entered and gestured to a low recliner to one side; obediently, he crossed the heavily carpeted room and flopped casually as the Doctor followed him to sit beside the recliner in an equally low chair that appeared to be a cross between milking stool and a barber chair. Marc looked at his psychiatrist-she was lovely-but she was not smiling.
"That was a shitty thing to say to Felicia ... " Murtaugh told him.
Marc blushed, then-asked, "You heard?"
"Of course ... I keep the intercom on any time there's a patient waiting and I'm free."
"That's eavesdropping, Doctor ... " he remarked.
Murtaugh's lovely features softened, and a slight smile played around the corners of her mouth, "Perhaps, but often I learn things more quickly that way-hence, a saving to my patients."
Marc laughed lightly and kicked off his shoes as he lay back on the red recliner.
"You feel a great deal of hostility toward women, don't you, Marc ..." and it was more a statement than a question.
He took note of the first name implication and relaxed even further. "I hated my mother ..."
She smiled, "Really? That's odd, last week when we discussed your family background you stated you loved her."
"I lied."
"And were you lying to Felicia too?"
Mare turned and looked at her, he felt equal to her intellect, but not her sophistication He pictured her sitting there naked, her hands bound at the small of her back begging him to fuck her. He blinked and the image dissolved as she asked, "Well?"
"Ah ... no-she's a lovely girl."
"Why did-you try to shock her?"
He sighed deeply and lay back, "Beats the hell outta me, I do things like that quite often ..."
"Would you like to tell me about some of the things you do?"
He did not miss the emphasis on the word "things," but he wasn't about to elaborate on them for her-not this soon, at least. He closed his eyes and the old vision came to him-just as it always seemed to come at times of stress, and again the dull ache began at the base of his skull and the fingers of pain reached upward to close about his head like a vise.
"Is something wrong, Marc?" Murtaugh asked, and leaned forward slightly.
"All, yes ... my head .. I think I'm going to have one of those fucking headaches again ..."
"What brought it on so suddenly?" she inquired, a touch of concern in her voice.
"Thinking ..." he mumbled.
"Thinking about what, Marc?"
"Two men ... those two men ..."
Murtaugh drew her breath deeply, then let it out slowly before she told him, "Tell me about the two men, Marc."
"I ... I was about twelve-thirteen ... I can't remember ... we had a basement in the house ... I was down there ..." He paused and remembered what he had been doing in the basement. Then he continued: "I had been looking at a magazine-and I jacked off ..." He cleared his throat and pressed his fingers to his temples as the pain persisted "I, ah ... I guess I heard the noise upstairs first-I thought my mom had gone out and I was frightened she would catch me down there-with my pants down. I hid the magazine and climbed the stairs to stand on the basement landing ... and I heard them ... "
"Them?" Murtaugh asked softly.
And he thought about that day as he began to relate to her what he had heard and then seen. He had felt the fear well up in his chest as he stood there on the darkened stairs of the basement. The first sound he recognized was that of his mother pleading-begging, and he had opened the door a crack to look into the kitchen of their modest home. He saw nothing, and he crept from the stairs, into the kitchen, and stood by the door that led into the living room. Again, he heard her cry.
"Please ... don't not that ... for God's sake, not that!" Then he heard a loud slap and his mother's sobs came to him from just beyond the door. Kneeling down, his body tense with fear, he shoved open the door a bit and he saw them-two large men holding his mother between them ... they were black!
"Oh, yes," one of them told her, "we gonna do that an' a lot more ... you been shakin' that white ass of yours at us for long enough ... now we gonna shake somethin' at you!" and they both laughed as his mother cringed. It was then that he saw she was blindfolded and that her hands were bound behind her back.
Marc's first impulse was to run for help, but something kept him Tooted to the spot and he felt his young heart pound heavily in his chest as be watched the men remove her clothing. He had never seen a grown woman completely naked before-and beyond the occasional pictures he came across in magazines, he had no idea what they looked like in the flesh. As he viewed his mother's jutting tits and the dark patch of hair between her legs, he felt his own prick twitch inside his pants. He watched iii awe as the two men disrobed and displayed huge black pricks and, heavy balls. He swallowed drily as they ripped the last shreds of his mother's clothing from her as she struggled, then began rubbing their large black hands over her defenseless body. She sobbed loudly as they cupped her tits and ass, ran their lingers through the hair of her pussy and fingered her obscenely, then took their swelling cocks and began rubbing them all over her body.
"Ohhhh ... please ... please ... ," Marc heard his mother cry as one of the men forced her to her knees before him and began rubbing his thick black prick all over her face. The other man dragged a footstool over and forced her to bend forward over it as the man knelt before her. And as he watched, the man kneeling before his mother took hold of her face and squeezed her jaws painfully until she opened her mouth; then he lunged forward with his great, swollen prick and shoved it in. A strangled cry came from her threat as her mouth was filed with hot, black flesh and the man drew his breath sharply as he held her head between his hands.
"Suck it, bitch!" he ordered, and shoved more of his prick down her throat. "Suck it 'til it comes in your, mouth!"
Marc stood transfixed as his mother took more and more of the stiff black thing into her mouth and gagged. The man pulled back slightly as she did, and Marc's mouth dropped open as his mother moaned. The glistening shaft was withdrawn from her obscenely ovaled lips, but rather than attempt to pull away, she licked out with her tongue, then moved her head forward as her mouth made a sucking noise. Behind her, the other man was kneeling, and he had, his hand between her legs stroking her pussy as he rubbed his great prick over her ass and thighs.
"Man ... looks like she sucked one of them, before ..." the man kneeling said as she twisted her head and took even more of the huge black cock into her mouth.
"Uh, huh!" the other one groaned and shoved his hips forward. "She do know how to suck a man!"
Marc watched then as the man kneeling behind his defenseless mother rubbed his swollen cock between her legs, nudged her pussy with its shiny, wet head, then pushed forward to bury his prick in her cunt. Marc had expected a scream of pain to come from her throat, but instead she merely moaned softly, kept sucking, and appeared to raise her ass up a bit as the man behind her took hold of her full hips with his large, black hands. Marc felt the mixture of fear and excitement as he watched the two men fucking his mother in mouth and cunt at the same time, and, without being fully aware of the act, he freed his penis from his pants. and stood there stroking himself as he watched. His excitement grew as he saw the glistening pricks with-drawn time and time again to be thrust deeply into her, and, as she began to writhe beneath the dual fucking, it was obvious to Marc that his mother was not being harmed-she was not in pain-she was actually deriving some sort of a sick pleasure from the things being done to her.
"Oh, Lord!" the man in front of her said as-he pulled his prick out to the swollen head and the woman licked him furiously and tried to swallow him again. "Oh, Lord! I'm gonna come ... she's makin' me come ... Jesus ... Jesus Lord!" and Marc watched in open awe as the man's legs shook violently and his prick jerked and spasmed as he shot his load into her sucking mouth. His body quivered as he held tightly to the sides of her head and she continued sucking long after the globs of hot come had been taken into her mouth and swallowed. Finally, he pulled his wilting prick out of her wet mouth and gasped for breath as she cried out.
"No ... don't ... come back ... Ughhhnnn ... yes fuck me ... fuck my cunt ... I'm coming ... I'm going to come ... Oh ... Ohhhhh!" And behind her the large Negro fucked her exposed cunt mercilessly as his fingers dug deeply into the soft flesh of her hips and she writhed beneath him. "Yesss ... Fuck ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
Marc felt his prick jerk in his hand as his mother stiffened and she and the man fucking her cried out in unison. He watched them shudder and he wondered at his mother's words-she had been begging them to fuck her! He could not believe his own ears, but seeing her twist and writhe sensuously beneath their hands and their spurting pricks it was not to be denied. He felt a sudden shame and now he was glad he had not run for help-what would anyone think if they had witnessed what he had just seen? It was too much to think of and, as he licked his dry lips, Marc felt his own juices rising. He saw the man pull his prick out of his mother's cunt slowly, and the contrast of her pink pussy lips against his great black cock excited him even more. He had never fucked a woman and he could only imagine what it might feel like-soft and wet and warm ...
And as he gazed at the unbelievable scene, Marc was unaware of the Negro who had shot his load of come into his mother's willing mouth. The man had walked to the sideboard in the dining room and was pouring himself a drink from the bottle Marc's father kept there ... and he saw the kitchen door move. Quickly, he shoved open the door from the dining room to the kitchen and saw Marc standing there, his bulging prick clasped tightly in his band.
Marc cried out in fright as the man's hand closed around his neck. He kicked and he struggled, but to no avail, and he was dragged into the other room and deposited roughly on the floor near his mother. He looked up at her naked body with a tear-filled eyes as the two Negroes glared down at him with a menacing look in theirs.
"Looks like we caught us a peepin' Tom," the man told his friend.
"Yep and he's seen what we look like ..." the other remarked.
"Maybe ought to pinch his head off ... "
"Please Marc begged, "I ... I won't tell anybody ... honest!" the two men laughed and as Marc's mother came from her stupor, she licked her lips and raised her head. "Marc ... is that you, baby?"
He sobbed and nodded as he got to his knees and threw his arms about her. The two men watched as mother and son both sobbed loudly and she begged them, "Please-don't hurt him, he's just a boy he's my son, my only son!"
Pointing, the man who had caught Marc peeping laughed aloud, "Well, he may be a boy, lady ... but he shore has got a man's equipment!" and both he and his friend laughed again as they saw Marc's penis still protruding out of his fly, pressed now against his mother's naked thigh.
The two men stepped aside for a moment and held a whispered conversation. Then, the one who had caught Marc smiled and walked to stand over mother and son, his great black prick dangling from his hairy crotch. "We decided ... seem' as how you seen what we look like, we figure we need a guarantee you won't do no talkin', boy ..."
Marc sniffed and looked up at the man as he felt his-mother tense. "G ... guarantee?" he questioned.
"Yep ... stand up, boy." Marc did as he was told and the man led him aside. Out of earshot of his mother, the man told him in low tones, "Bet you never had a real piece of ass, has you, boy?" Marc felt his face burn and he hung his head as he replied with a negative shake. "That's what we figured and we gonna do somethin' about that ..." he said mysteriously.
And before he could protest, the other man grabbed his arms and the one doing the talking ripped open the front of his pants and pulled them to his knees. A great fear coursed through his young body as he was led to his mother, and he watched fearfully as one of the men helped her off the low stool and laid her on the floor. He forced her legs apart and smiled as he saw his come oozing Out of her wet cunt.
The man looked at Marc and simply nodded. The other whispered to him, "You is gonna fuck your momma, boy ... " and he squeezed his arms tightly behind him, "If you don't, I'm gonna pull that little pecker of yours out by the roots an' make you eat it! You understand?"
Marc looked at him and swallowed thickly, then he nodded his head and glanced at his mother lying on her back, her legs splayed obscenely. "Aw ... awright ... " he said slowly. The man released his aims and whispered, "Give us a good show, boy and we'll let you stick it in her mouth, too ... just shove it right up her pussy and shoot your load!"
As his arms were released, Marc felt a new excitement course through his trembling body. He kicked off his torn pants and took hold of his still-hard prick. He glanced from one man to the other, then knelt between his mother's legs. He looked down at her gaping pussy and he saw the man's come dribbling from it. His young prick twitched in his hand as he sucked his breath and bent over to rub his prick around the hair of his mother's cunt.
"Please ... " he heard his mother begging, "Don't make him watch ... he's just a boy ... have mercy, please!"
Both men lay down on the floor beside her and as they fondled her tits, one of them kissed her, then said, "We ain't gonna let him watch ... we gonna let him fuck you!"
"Nooooo!" Marc's mother wailed, and as she did, she attempted to draw her knees up. As she did, Marc fell forward and his throbbing prick came in contact with her wet pussy. A thrill went through him as he felt the folds of flesh part, and it seemed as though his prick was sucked into that hot, wet place as his mother thrashed around on the floor beneath him.
"Fuck her, boy! Fuck her good!" the man ordered, and placed a strong hand on his upraised ass. Marc needed no further encouragement as the sensation of his mother's cunt was transmitted to his brain. He was actually fucking her! And as the two men held her down, he began a slow up and down motion with his hips.
"Mom ... momma ... I'm sorry," he sobbed as she raised her knees and he plunged deeply inside her. "I'm sorry-they-made me ... they made me!"
And his mother sobbed too as her son's prick fucked lewdly in and out of her helplessly exposed pussy. "Bastards!" she swore. "You fucking bastards!"
Then, as he began an instinctual rhythm, Marc found his hands drawn irresistibly to his mother's heaving tits and he squeezed the soft fleshy globes as new thrills raced through him. He felt her nipple stiffen under his palm and as he moved his hand to look at it, he felt a hand on the back of his head. Suddenly, the stiff nipple was in his mouth. He sucked it wetly and licked out with his tongue as his mother writhed beneath him and he heard her whimper, "Baby ... my baby ... Oh, my baby!" and it was then that Marc realized his mother was no longer struggling against the men who had held her, but she was pushing back with her hips, and her legs had gone about his Waist to pull him closer to her as he fucked her rapidly.
"Yes ... yesss ..." she moaned. "Do it, baby ... do it to your mommy fuck me Oh, God, Marc! Fuck me!" And Marc thrust more deeply into his mother's cunt as she gasped for breath and the men at her sides rubbed their newly swollen pricks over her burning flesh. Marc felt himself coming and as the sensation began to wash over him, he threw his head back and cried out. The wave of orgasm took him and he felt his prick jerk spasmodically deep within his mother's cunt as she arched her back and pushed against his grinding loins. He gasped for breath as the first spurt of his hot come splashed inside her clasping pussy and he felt her shudder as she, too, achieved a second orgasm. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her tits is she bucked against him and, as the contractions passed, he felt dizzy and suddenly a little frightened ... he had fucked his own mother! But ... but she had told him to ... told him that she wanted him to ... and Marc was confused. Then, he felt the man on his right lift him from his mother as she fought for breath; he sat on the footstool as the man lay back and rolled his mother atop his black body. He blinked as the man shoved the head of his swollen prick into her cunt, and the other man climbed between their legs and I shoved his stiff prick into her ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" Marc heard his mother cry. "Jesus, yes!" she cried again as she was impaled on the two stiff pricks while her son sat shivering only a few feet away his still-stiff young prick clasped tightly in his right hand.
"And then what happened, Marc?"
Marc sat bolt upright on the recliner as Dr. Martaugh's voice brought him out of his stupor. He realized he had told her the entire story-something he had never shared with another human being-and as he gazed at her blankly, he heard her question again. He hung his head and realized he had a gigantic hard-on. Clearing his throat, he lay back and told her, "I ... I watched them fucking her ... the man on the bottom took hold of her tits and rested his arms on his elbows ... it sort of raised her up and the man behind her shoved his prick all the way into her ass-hole ... "
"And what did you feel then?" Murtaugh asked softly.
He swallowed drily and shook his head as be replied, "I ... I don't know ... shock ... excitement ... fear-all those things."
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I, ah ... I got up and went to her-she seemed to be crying out for more-you know, like she was really digging having two pricks in her at the same time ..."
"And?"
"I ... ah ... I began rubbing my prick over her face-she couldn't see, me-she was blindfolded-and all of a sudden, she opened her mouth ... she cried 'Baby,' I think ... and she began sucking my prick."
"How did that make you feel?"
"How? Jesus! It felt good ... " he blurted out.
"What I meant was how did you feel about putting your penis in your mother's mouth, Marc what were your feelings about what was happening?"
He shook his head, "I don't recall ... I remember pulling my prick out just as I came and I shot all over her face ... "
Dr. Murtaugh had listened intently as her patient recounted the traumatic experience of seeing his mother raped by two forceful Negroes, than told of his own involvement and of the incestuous acts that followed. She glanced at the bulge in his trousers and leaned forward to lay a hand on his arm.
"Are you arouse'd now, Marc?"
He looked up at her in surprise-it was not the sort of question one would expect from one's psychiatrist. He followed her gaze to the crotch of his pants and nodded dumbly, then he said, "It ... it always does this to me when I think about it."
She smiled and squeezed his arm as she asked, "And your headache?"
Marc had forgotten it ... it was gone, pressure had vanished the moment he became involved in relating the story to her. He shook head, a look of astonishment on his face as he plied, "Gone, ... the damn thing's gone!"
"Perhaps it would help if you were to relieve yourself," Dr. Murtaugh told him.
"Re ... relieve?"
"Masturbate, ... "
"Here-now?" he asked incredulously.
She smiled indulgently and stood up from the oddly shaped chair. As she crossed to the mahogany hutch near her desk, she told him, "Why not-after all, I am your doctor, Marc ..."
She returned momentarily and handed him a soft towel. He took it sheepishly and shook his head. "I ... I don't think I could ..."
"I do believe you'll feel better-you've all that energy built up and-unless you vent it somehow, you may well have another headache."
"I ... that is, Jesus ... I just-can't take my prick out and whip it in front of you!" he told her and threw the towel to the floor.
Murtaugh smiled and licked her lips. She reached forward, picked up the towel and scooted her funny chair closer to the recliner."Come now, don't be child like ... " and before he could reply she reached over and pulled his throbbing prick free from the confines of his clothing.
Marc stared at his psychiatrist in disbelief as she took hold of his throbbing rod and-began stroking it slowly in her soft hand. "Jesus ..." he swore, and swallowed drily as he felt the pulsing of the blood in his prick. "Jesus Christ!"
Dr. Murtaugh squeezed her knees together and stroked his prick up and down, and, as his breath came more shallowly, she reached forward to lay the towel over his stomach. Marc closed his eyes as the woman fondled the head of his prick then stroked it more strongly. He knew it was happening, but he still could not quite believe it. And though he was nearly exhausted from his weekend's escapade, he knew his orgasm was but a stroke away as he heard her soft voice and her other hand closed warmly over the swollen head of his prick.
"Come in my hand, Marc ... keep your eyes closed and come in my hand ... it's your mother's hand and she's jacking you off ... the Negroes have left and it's just you and her ... she wants your hot come ... just you and her ... she's naked and you're loving the touch of her hands on your prick ... come now ... she wants you to ... I want you to come, Marc ... "
Marc felt his prick swell and as the first contraction hit he drew up his legs and grabbed her hands to hold them tightly about his spurting cock. He sucked his breath as his semen gushed forth to fill her soft hand and to run between her fingers He felt it running down the-sides of his jerking prick as she squeezed him tightly.
He lay there gasping for breath as he felt the soft towel wiping him clean; then his softening prick was tucked inside his pants and he heard her stand up and cross the room. From afar, he heard water running, then a door closed and she spoke to him from behind her desk, "Same time next week, Marc?"
He sat up and found his mind and body totally relaxed. He straightened his tie and picked up his jacket from the back of the recliner. "Next week ... he said slowly and tried not to look at her as he walked toward the door. Her voice stopped him as his hand closed around the cool metal knob.
"Marc ... do you really blame yourself for what happened to your mother so many years ago-is it your fault your body responded to her body? There was a long pause, then she told him, "Have a nice week, Marc, I'll see you on Monday."
Marc fled the office and avoided looking at the lovely receptionist in the outer office. He found his Porsche and ground the gears as he pondered her parting questions, and he wondered. He saw the sign ahead and he pulled into the parking slot and jammed the brake pedal to the floor as he experienced an overpowering thirst. The sign read: COCKTAILS.
The moment Marc Andrews had left the reception room of Dt Murtaugh's offices, Felicia pressed the button that locked the outer door and stood from behind her desk and straightened her short skirt. She opened the door to find Andrea Murtaugh sitting behind her desk, a satisfied expression on her beautiful face.
"That was some session, Doctor!" Felicia said as she crossed the room to sit on the corner of the desk.
"I'm cautious, Andrea you don't have any more appointments this afternoon ... " She smiled, "And I kept the door locked."
Andrea smiled indulgently at her pretty receptionist. "Well, did you enjoy it?" she questioned.
The girl laughed lightly, "I doubt that the American Psychiatric Association would approve of your particular brand of Gestalt and Reality Therapy but it's exciting as hell!" And as she spoke, she raised her skirt and spread her legs slightly, "I've been positively gushing, Doctor!"
Andrea looked at the full, smooth thighs, then let her gaze travel to the woman's nest beneath the shadowed hem of her skin. "How can I tell?"
Felicia stood and in one swift movement dropped her skirt and stood gloriously naked from the waist down. She spread her legs obscenely and said, "See for yourself ..."
Andrea leaned forward and reached out to rub her hand over the girl's naked hip. As her fingers came in contact with the smooth, warm flesh, she felt a slight chill go through her body and she shivered. "God, but you're beautiful!" Andrea said huskily as she ran her fingers through the dark patch of pubic hair and found the girl's cunt lips parted and moist. "And you are wet, darling ..." she added and reached Out to pull Felicia to her.
Felicia looked down as Andrea rubbed her face over her lower stomach, then nuzzled her pubic mound softly and sighed. "Suck me" Felica said, "eat my pussy for me, sweetheart ... give me a come like you gave him ... stick your tongue in my pussy and lick my clit ... " And as she spoke, Andrea looked up at her wistfully and sighed again as her hands closed around the full cheeks of the girl's ass.
"Oh, Felicia ... God, how I love your cunt!" Andrea moaned and buried her face between the girl's wide-spread legs.
Felicia gasped as she felt the other woman's mouth close over her pussy. She placed her hands on the back of her head and pulled her gently as she felt Andrea's tongue search the moist folds of her cunt to find the sensitive nub of flesh there. "Ohhhh baby ... suck it ... lick it ... that's soooo good!" Felicia told her as she raised her hands and slowly unbuttoned her sheer blouse, then slipped out of it and tossed it aside. Squeezing her own tits, Felicia writhed under the experienced mouth of her love, and she felt her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as the woman's mouth took her to the supreme height of erotic stimulation as she ground her pussy into Andrea's face.
"Ummmm ... yesss ... Oh, Andrea ... please ... me too, me too ... let me have you ... I've got to have you!" she whimpered and leaned forward in an attempt to get her hands on the other woman's body.
"The couch!" Andrea said breathlessly as she stood and began stripping off her clothing and Felicia crossed the room to the recliner, a look of impatience on her lustful face. Quickly, the woman disrobed and joined her lover on the low, contoured recliner As she lay down beside her, Felicia threw her arms about her neck and crushed her mouth to hers. Andrea felt the girl's tongue as it pushed through her lips and teased her with short jabs. She ran a hand over the girl's thrusting tit and pinched the nipple gently, then continued down, over her smooth stomach, and let her hand close over her trembling mons. She inserted a finger into the soft wet folds of the girl's cunt and stroked her gently as Felicia retracted her tongue and sucked Andrea's into her hot mouth. Finger fucking her rapidly, Andrea felt the girl's hand go between her thighs and, as the fingers found that magic spot, Andrea groaned loudly.
"Yess ... yes, darling! Do me ... fingerfuck me ... let me feel your fingers inside my cunt ... Oh, God ... how beautiful! How fucking beautiful!" she cried out loudly.
Then, as their passions rose, Felicia pushed Andrea back, twisted and lowered her exposed crotch over the woman's face. She felt Andrea's hands go about her to pull her down. As her mouth came nearer Andrea's cunt, she whimpered as her own pussy was sucked lavishly and the hot tongue sent flames of desire coursing through her lusting body. With a sudden cry, Felicia buried her face between Andrea's thighs and she thrust her tongue deeply into the sweet wetness of her cunt. She sucked, licked and writhed atop the woman as her own cunt was lapped furiously and Andrea's hands dug into her lush hips and ass.
As Felicia felt herself coming, she squeezed shut her eyes and envisioned herself pressed between two sweating black bodies as they fucked her viciously with long, thick pricks. Then there was another ... in her mouth ... and it was spurting, gushing, throbbing, and she cried out as the other two pricks erupted in her cunt and ass-hole and sent her over the threshold of sanity for one brief instant.
Andrea felt herself coming and sucked her lover's cunt with abandon. She raised her head and stabbed her wet tongue into the girl's clasping ass-hole and, as she stiffened and cried out, Andrea too reached the final step of the spiral and felt herself tumble over the edge and into that velvet void of sheer sensation. She twitched and writhed as Felicia's juices poured into her mouth, and she felt her own juices flowing from her spasming cunt as the girl above her grew rigid and sobbed loudly, her body wracked with sensation.
Then it had passed for them and they lay quietly in each other's arms, stroking the soft flesh of breasts, thighs, buttocks, and licking out finally for one last taste of each other's sopping pussies.
Felicia sat up and looked down at her lover. She wore a subtle smile on her face as she opened her eyes to find the girl looking at her. "Matter?" she asked softly, and reached out to caress her jutting tit.
"You jacked him off!" Felicia said, and they both laughed.
"That just now dawned on you?" Andrea asked.
"It just penetrated, darling ... how could you?" she asked with mock hurt on her face.
"Quite simple, actually ... I just took his stiff prick out of his pants and whacked it a few times-and blooey! A hand ful of come!"
"What did you do with it?"
"I licked it off my fingers ... that's what I did with it, silly."
"How gross ..." Felcia remarked, and made a wry face.
"Wait until you see what I have in store for our emotional repressive next week ... it will really turn you on, ba-by ..." and Andrea smiled mysteriously as Felicia's hand cupped her sensitive mons and stroked her gently. "I am going to cure Mister Marc Andrews ..."
"Careful you don't catch something in the process, darling," Felicia cautioned, "You might get to licking that stiff prick of his."
"Liking and loving are neuroses of a different nature, sweetheart you I love!" and she pulled the girl down to kiss her fully on the mouth as Felcia wormed a finger into her sopping pussy.
CHAPTER TWO
The week passed slowly for Marc following the session with Dr. Andrea Murtaugh, and as the days dragged painfully he felt the frustration building. With the frustration came the headaches, and it seemed that no amount of alcohol or pain-killing drug would chase the ache from his skull-at best, they only dulled it. As Wednesday came and passed he set in motion his plans for the forthcoming weekend and went over his format again. It was relatively simple as plans go, but, having decided weeks in advance on this particular weekend, he wanted to be absolutely sure before taking the final step, from which there would be no return. Two women were involved, and unless he was doubly cautious the entire game could come tumbling down around his head-and Marc didn't countenance failures.
The beach house was located nearly a full mile off the coast drive, semi-secluded, the nearest neighbor was some two hundred yards north, and when Marc checked that dwelling on Wednesday evening, he was pleased to find that it looked tight, with no signs that the inhabitants were due to return any time soon. Hiking on foot from the arterial highway where he had parked his second automobile-a four-year-old Chevy, kept parked in a monthly serviced storage park-he skirted the beach house and approached it from the south. It was the ideal location for Marc's purpose, and he had come upon it quite by accident nearly three months before, while jogging the beach at five a.m. some five miles from his own apartment.
She had been standing on the sun deck, blond, like gossamer in the misty morning. Wearing a white peignoir, she looked like some mystic godess standing with hands on the railing, feet wide-spread, looking toward the ocean. Marc stopped and gazed at the woman's body beneath the shimmering white gown and he knew he had to have her. Her hair was long, falling nearly to her narrow waist, and her full naked breasts pushed the thin material out and up wards as she breathed deeply He followed the lines of her body, and as a gentle wisp of wind curled the hem of her gown about her supple leg, Marc saw
that she had no pubic hair. As he stood there transfixed, his heart pounding in his chest, the blond woman lowered her head until her chin touched her chest. Then the drapes behind her parted and a second person joined her on the sun deck At first Marc thought It was a man-but as he blinked and the form moved closer to the golden woman, he saw it was another female ... tall, slender and black. She was naked. The black woman walked gracefully up behind the blond and slid her long arms about her waist, then raised them slowly until both hands cupped those beautiful Jutting breasts Marc looked in awe as the blonde turned slowly to face the naked Negress, raised her own face and accepted a long, passionate kiss as the black woman's hands slipped beneath the peignoir and cupped the naked cheeks of her ass.
Marc turned and jogged back in the direction he had come, his mind afire with the thought of having them together-a lesbian and her lover. As it turned out, however, the information he felt it was necessary to obtain before attempting to bring his fantasy to reality had been more difficult to come by than with previous victims. But, as always, his perseverance had paid dividends-now it was only a matter of hours until he would have his way with both women. He crept closer to the house he had entered on only one occasion, and as he reached the tiered steps that led from the beach to the sun deck, he paused; from the open glass doors above he heard the strains of violin music. He smiled confidently and walked beneath the stilt-raised dwelling and entered the storage shed built directly beneath the living area; here, the electrical service panels for the house were located, alongside the telephone service box Using a small penlight, Marc carefully removed the cover of the phone box and unhooked the voice-activated recorder; then he attached a tiny ear receiver with a volume booster, and the melodic strains of the classical music came to him from the living area of the house. He smiled as the subtle sounds of the two women making love came to him through the tiny listening device he had installed some two weeks before.
Satisfied, he removed the device from the box, fastened the lid, and placed the miniature tape recorder inside his jacket. Cautiously, he left the shed, walked back to the beach and looked up at the glass front of the home. I'll be back," he said softly to the surf, and took off at a slow trot up the beach.
A second stop in a quiet residential neighborhood some miles from the beach culminated the evening's activity. Back at his apartment, Marc settled in for the evening with a glass of brandy, a notebook and the tape from the beach house From it, he garnered the final bit of information he felt was necessary before making his move-and he knew it would be this weekend.
Thursday and Friday passed painfully slowly for him, and Marc found it difficult to concentrate on his work as he thought, time and time again, of the lovely blonde and her black lover. His fantasies ran wild as he envisioned them in a dozen different positions, with him orchestrating the combinations and giving the orders. Two women would not be new to him, hut the black and white combination was-as was the overt homosexual relationship they shared. The black woman's name was Jamie Cox-she was a buyer for a Hollywood firm that specialized in feminine attire, mostly custom-exotique, as it was called in the trade. The blonde's name was Marty Petersen-her occupation was that of designer for the same firm. The women had been living together for only a few weeks, Marc learned from a taped telephone conversation between Marty and a recently designated "ex" boyfriend-a fellow named Tom Louden-who was little short of insane at Marty's move to the black woman's beach house. Marc had further learned that Marty was not the first of Jamie's lovers: prior to Marty, she had lived with two other women; one in San Francisco before she had moved to Southern California, and one just be, fore Marty moved in with her. A routine credit check on the black lesbian, coupled with semi-public records, had given Marc some insight into the women he planned to take shortly: Jamie was twenty-seven, educated in the East, and came from a well-to-do Ohio professional family. Her father was an attorney, her mother a pediatrician. Marty, by contrast, was a native Californian, had attended UCLA for two years before accepting a position with a bathing-suit manufacturer as a junior designer, then had taken the new 'job only a few months before. Marty was twenty-three and came from a lower-middle-class home in San Diego, where she had lived for most of her life.
As the sun Set slowly that Friday, Marc prepared himself. He called his answering service and informed them that he would be spending the weekend in Palm Springs in the home of a friend, but would be unreachable until Sunday night or early Monday morning. Then he drove across town to the lot where he kept his second automobile, parked and locked his Porsche and checked the things he kept locked in the trunk of the Chevy His heart beat rapidly as he went over his plan one last time and the excitement he had felt for the past two days was amplified now as he realized how daring this escapade would be. It seemed that the longer he engaged in his pastime of sex through force, the more daring he became ... was it a subconscious desire to be caught? He had posed that question many times in the past, and he recognized the psychosexual implications that arose from the situations he created time after time. Still, he could not quit. He was as addicted to his particular "sport" as any heroin addict to his drug, and the chance of being caught only made the chase more exciting.
Marc pulled the Chevy into the lot of the twenty-four-hour shopping center several miles south of his destination, parked and locked the vehicle, and took off at a brisk stride toward the beach, a half mile away. The beach house was dark as he approached it from the south, and he glanced at his wristwatch as he paused a hundred yards down the beach and looked both ways. The beach was clear, and he kept to the low rise of sand to his right as he approached the house. Climbing the stairs, he went directly to the north side of the house, where a walk led from the drive to the sun deck; he removed the screen from the window carefully, and in less than a minute he was inside a small guest room, the screen replaced and the window locked. Quickly, he made his way into the living room and unscrewed all the light bulbs from lamps and fixtures, then repeated the process in both baths and the three bedrooms of the home. Finally, in the kitchen, he completed his task and made his way back to the entrance hail and
opened the closet door; be pulled the ski mask over his head as a double precaution, then removed the articles he would be using shortly from inside his wind-breaker. As he waited impatiently, Marc felt his hands sweating inside the leather gloves, and he glanced repeatedly at his wristwatch as the minutes seemed to crawl one after the other, slowly, toward the appointed time when he knew the women were due to return.
Then his pulse quickened and he felt a surge of excitement go through his body as the sound of Jamie's automobile came to him from outside the house. The engine revved once, then fell silent, and Marc stepped into the closet and pulled the door closed after him. He heard voices and a light laughter as the two women entered the beach house; then he smiled as Jamie exclaimed, "Shit! The lights are out!"
Marty said something he could not hear clearly and Jamie replied, "The breakers are downstairs ... I'll check them, honey. Just relax, it's no big deal ... He listened closely as he heard the doors of the sun deck slide open and the woman's firm steps on the stairs outside. Cautiously, Marc opened the closet door and saw the faint outline of Marty standing near the center of the living room. His eyes had long since become accustomed to the darkness and he crept forth quietly, a wide piece of adhesive tape in his left hand. He could smell the fragrance of Marty's perfume as he crept closer, and as the sound of her breathing came to him he reached out, clamped his left hand over her mouth to press the tape tightly, and grabbed her right arm in his hand.
Much to his surprise, Marty did not struggle, attempt to cry out or try to pull away from him. She simply fainted. Quickly, he lowered her to the floor, bound her wrists at the small of her back and slipped a sleep mask over her eyes, tightening the elastic band around her golden hair.
His pulse was racing as he moved his gloved hand over her thigh, then moved it to her breasts to find her braless. He swallowed thickly and forced himself to stand away from her as he heard Jamie coming up the outside staircase again. As she pushed through the drapes, she called out, "Marty? Hey ... all the breakers are okay ... looks like we'll have to make do with candles until we can get someone ..." Marc cut her off in mid-sentence as he reached out and slipped his forearm around her throat and grabbed her arm. "Wha ... " she exclaimed, as he tightened his grip around her throat.
"Don't resist and you won't be harmed," he told her forcefully.
"Bastard!" she cursed, and brought her right foot down painfully on his instep. Wrenching free, Jamie bolted across the room as Marc released his grip for a second. He moved after her quickly and caught up to her as she stumbled in the darkness and fell sprawling across Marty's bound and gagged form in the center of the room. They fell together in a heap on the floor and Marc found himself pitted against the wiry strength of the angered black woman. He felt her try for his crotch and he winced as her knee almost made it; frantically, he pinned her arms, and as he sat astride her she closed her mouth on his thigh and bit him.
"Bitch!" he shouted, and slapped her with the back of his hand as she struggled beneath him the force of the blew stunned her momentarily and Marc rose and rolled her to her stomach. But the fight did not go out of her even after he had her hands bound securely. She thrashed around beneath him, cursing, spitting and trying to free her hands. Again he slapped her, though not as hard as the first time, and as she paused in her struggle he took hold of her face in his hand and squeezed her jaw painfully. He leaned close to her and said, "Unless you want something really ugly to happen to Marty, you'd better cool it, bitch!" With those words the woman seemed to relax, though her breath continued to come in short, angry bursts.
"What do you want?" she hissed at him as he hauled her to her feet and propelled her through the darkened house and into a corner room devoid of all furniture save a large, furry recliner that sat in the middle of the room. Forcing her down, Marc pulled a sleep mask over her eyes and looped a length of cord from her wrists to the heavy legs of the recliner, thee pulled it tight "What the fuck do you want from us?" the black woman nearly shouted.
"First, silence!" he told her sharply. "The next time you raise your voice I'll send you to a dentist!" He accentuated his words by taking hold of her face in his gloved hand and squeezing. "Second, I want your cooperation ... Jamie and as he spoke her name, he heard her sharp intake of breath as she stiffened. "Anything else I want, I'll take ... so you might as well get used to the idea!"
"You motherfucker!" she hissed.
Standing, Marc looked down at the woman and he smiled, "Right ... I am a motherfucker ... and before the night's over I'm going to be a Jamie-fucker!"
"I know who you are!" she replied sharply.
"Oh?"
"Tom ... Tom Louden, you sonofabitch? I'll see your nuts in a vise if you hurt either of us-do you hear me, motherfucker?"
Marc laughed low and returned to the living room where he found Marty had regained consciousness. Carefully, he removed the tape from her mouth, and as she drew her breath deeply, he closer his mouth over hers to kiss her. She struggled ineffectually as his hands roamed over her frightened body and as their lips parted, she whimpered, "Wha ... what are you going to do to us?"
Marc kissed her again softly and let his tongue play over the edges of her mouth as his gloved hand stroked her full tits beneath the thin material of her blouse. "I'm going to excite you, Marty ... and I'm going to do things to you ... I'm going to fuck you-eat your pussy and do things to your lover, Jamie ... the three of us are going to enjoy a very interesting weekend."
"Oh ..." she responded as Marc helped her to her feet and guided her to the room where her lover was bound and blindfolded. He sat her on the end of the recliner and listened as the two woman conversed as he fumbled with the light fixtures and switched one of them on. A soft red light glowed from the wall bracket and cast deep shadows beyond the couch where the two women sat.
Marc pulled the ski mask from his head and then removed his gloves. Slowly removed his clothing, and as the women heard him disrobing, they fell silent. When he was completely naked, Marc stood before the two and stroked his stiffening prick. It was apparent that Marty was the more frightened of the two, while Jamie still displayed some of the bravado she had vented earlier He moved in until his stiff prick was only a few inches from Marty's lovely face; then he reached out and stroked her blond head softly as he rubbed the head of his prick over her cheeks. She swallowed thickly but remained silent. Smiling, he pulled on his gloves again, then left the room quietly. He checked the front door, threw the lock, and hooked the security chain; then he went to the sliding glass doors, slid them shut, and locked them too. He made sure that all the drapes and shades were pulled; then he replaced the bulbs in the kitchen fixtures and found himself a bottle of twelve-year-old brandy in the cupboard. He poured a measure, downed it, then returned to the other room with the women. After he had replaced the bulbs in the bathroom nearest them, he walked into the bedroom the women shared. He found what he was looking for in the wide dresser-and he found, too, a loaded revolver. He emptied the chambers and hid the bullets beneath a pile of underwear in another drawer, then replaced the gun.
Standing before the two women he looked from one to the other as he pulled off his gloves and tossed them to the place where his clothing was piled near the door. Smiling, Marc felt his pulse increase as he reached out and hauled Jamie to her feet and removed the cord that had kept her tied to the couch. "You're going to enjoy this ..." he said softly as he began unbuttoning her sheer blouse.
"Don't count on it, you bastard!" she told him hotly as she felt the waist of her blouse pulled from her tight slacks. "You'll never get away with this ... never!"
In answer to her words, Marc opened her blouse fully and cupped her small, pointed tits in both his hands as he replied, "It really won't matter if I get to do all the things to you I've been dreaming of doing," and he pinched her nipples as she drew in her breath sharply. Her skin was like black velvet, and the contrast of his white hands against her dark brown body sent a new wave of excitement washing over him as he glanced down at the beautiful young blond woman sitting so near. Slowly, methodically, he unfastened tile waist of her slacks, drew down the zipper at her side and pulled the garment to her knees. Beneath, she wore a pair of white lace bikini briefs, and he saw a great mound of wiry pubic hair filling the crotch of the thin panties. Kneeling before her, he drew down her slacks, then lifted one foot after the other to remove them along with the thong sandals she wore. He gazed up at her lovely legs, long and well muscled, to the flare of her tight hips. He ran his bare hands up the backs of her legs to cup the compact cheeks of her ass, and he felt her muscles quiver as he stroked them gently through the lace material of her panties. Then he drew them down, too, and tossed them aside as he stood to face her naked body. Carefully, he took the pair of scissors he'd found in the dresser and cut up the sleeves of the woman's blouse to remove it, so that she was finally totally naked.
"Sonofabitch!" she swore, as she realized what he had done. Then she felt his warm body press to hers as his arms went around her and his stiff prick nestled in the thick hair above her pussy. A chill of fear went through her then as his hands ran from her waist to her ass and pulled her to him tightly. His mouth closed on her throat and she felt his hot, wet tongue as it traced patterns on her smooth skin while his hips ground against hers and his prick found its way between her tightly pressed legs.
"Don ... don't ... " she whispered hoarsely, "don't do that to me!"
"Are you afraid you might like it, Jamie?"
"Nooo!" she cried, "I ... I hate you ... I hate all men! All you bastards think about is sticking your prick in a cunt and blowing your nuts! You ... you don't know how to please a woman-no man does!"
Marc ran his hands up her smooth back and pulled his hips back until his prick lay nestled against her warm thigh; then he lifted her face to his and kissed her softly on her pouting lips. "You've just never had a man, Jamie ... because in most instances, I agree with you ... most men are selfish and ignorant in that respect."
She tightened her lips as she felt his mouth on hers, then she responded with, "And I suppose you're different!"
He laughed softly as his hand moved, flat over her jutting tits and he felt her nipple stiffen slightly "I'll let you be the judge of that, Jamie ..."
Marc pushed the woman down until she sat beside her lover, and he reached out to touch Marty's mouth. He ran the tips of his fingers over her lips, then moved his hand to her throat. She whimpered quietly as she felt his fingers release the fastener beneath her long blond hair, then pull down on the zipper, opening the back of her blouse. Marc hauled the frightened woman to her feet and picked up the scissors and began snipping the material of the sleeves.
"Please," she begged him as she felt the garment being cut off her trembling body, "don't hurt me God, don't hurt me!"
"You do as you're told, Marty, and no one will be hurt," Marc replied, as he snipped the final piece of material and removed the remnants of her blouse. He looked at the, blonde's jutting tits-the nipples were firm with small aureoles of a darker pink flesh. He lowered his head and licked one and then the other. Marty whimpered again as his tongue came in contact with her flesh, but she did not try to pull away from him as he sucked one of her stiffening nipples into his *arm mouth and laved it gently with, his tongue. As he sucked her tit, Marc let his hands move to the woman's waist, and he released the fabric belt that held her slacks tight above her hips. He freed the single button at her side, then pulled down the zipper before her to pull down both slacks and panties, and he gazed at her smoothly shaven pussy. Forcing her legs apart, he kissed the hairless pubic mound and let his tongue push between the folds of her pussy lips. She stiffened at his touch and Marc looked up to see a grimace on her face as he licked her pussy. Forcing her to sit on the edge of the fur-covered couch, Marc spread her knees wide and lowered his head again. As his mouth closed over her hairless cunt, the girl moaned and he sensed her breathing pattern change as he burrowed into the soft wet flesh of her cunt with his tongue. At the first sign of her responding to his caresses, Marc pulled back and stared at her-her mouth was open and she was licking her lips as she rolled her head from side to side. Her golden hair cascaded over one shoulder to cover her jutting tit, and she was squirming uncomfortably as his mouth left her cunt.
"Do you like that, Marty?" he asked softly as he ran his tongue into her ear and closed his hand about her tit. She shook her head in answer and he moved his other hand to her cunt to insert just the tip of his middle finger. "How about this, baby tell me you don't like this ... " And he stroked her clit gently as she squirmed, pushing her body into his hand as though trying to force his finger more deeply into her clasping pussy.
"Ohhh ... " she moaned slowly and Marc saw Jamie stiffen as she heard her lover's voice signal her rising passion.
"Leave her alone!" Jamie cried suddenly, as Marty moaned again. "Do anything you want to me, but don't stick your filthy prick in my baby!"
Marc laughed. "Hear that, Marty? She doesn't want you enjoying yourself-she wants it for herself ... "
"Lying bastard!" Jamie shot back.
"Ohhh, nooo ..." Marty groaned, and shoved her hips forward as Marc inserted a second finger into her wet cunt. "Don't stop ... so good, feels soooo good ... yes, God, yes!"
"Marty!" Jamie exclaimed. "Don't let him do it to you, baby! Please ... I'm all you need ... remember how it was with Tom? He hurt you-all the time he hurt you ... you told me so!" she pleaded with her blond lover.
"Uhhhhnnn ... you ... you were wrong, Jamie ... this isn't Tom-God, no ... it isn't Tom!" and she sucked in her breath as Marc licked out with his tongue and touched her lips. Immediately, she responded and took his tongue into her mouth as he fingered her hairless cunt obscenely and rubbed the flat of his palm over her stiff nipples.
"Oh, Marty!" Jamie cried as she realized the woman was responding to the rapist. She struggled to stand up and moved her body against both Marty's and Marc's. Marc pulled back and saw her standing there panting, her mouth open wide as she rubbed her thick patch of pubic hair against the blonde's naked shoulder. He stood and whispered in her ear.
"Has she ever sucked your pussy?"
"No!" The woman shot back: "I ... I've never let her ... I was afraid ... that is, I ... "
Marc gathered, the lovely black lesbian into his arms and crushed his mouth over hers. As he did, he felt her hips push against him and her tongue left her mouth to enter his. He caressed the full, tight cheeks of her ass as she moaned quietly and pressed her naked body to his, her small firm tits smashed flat against his chest. As their lips parted, Marc spun her around and stood to one side as he forced Marty's head forward slightly. As her nose touched the thick, black thatch of the other woman's mons, she pulled back suddenly as though shocked and she cried out, "Nooo!"
"What's the matter, Marty?" Marc asked her, "You like to have your pretty pussy sucked, don't you?"
"That ... that's different ..." she blurted out, "I'm not ... not a ..."
"Lesbian?" he asked, and forced her head forward again. Without urging, Jamie thrust her hips into the girl's face and spread her legs. Marty struggled for a moment, but as Marc knelt beside her on the bench and his hand closed around her puffy pussy lips, the woman groaned and opened her mouth slightly as the black woman ground her hips forward into her face. Marc saw her tongue go out and touch the pink lips of Jamie's exposed pussy; she retracted it, but as Marc pushed her head forward again, she opened her mouth wide and seemed to give up all pretense of struggle. She began sucking the black woman's cunt just as he knew she would. Standing, he moved behind Jamie as she writhed under Marty's sucking mouth. He took hold of his throbbing prick and guided it between her ass cheeks and into the wet warm nest of her lower pussy. He felt Marty's tongue as he shoved forward, and as she licked the head of his prick he looked up into the antique mirror to his right. The sight of the blond girl eating the woman s cunt as he stood pressed at her naked body from behind sent a surge of excitement through him. He moved his hips slowly back and forth and felt Jamie responding to the double caress. His prick slid wetly into the fleshy channel of her pussy to be laved hotly by Marty's tongue. He slipped his arms around the black woman's body and placed one hand on the back of Marty's head; his other hand found Jamie's firm tit and he squeezed it as he felt her push back against him, then forward against the blonde's sucking mouth.
"Jesus!" Jamie exclaimed, "She ... she's going to bring me off!"
"Tell her!" Marc commanded. "Tell her what to do!"
"Ughhhhnnn ... Oh, baby ... suck my pussy! Let me feel your tongue inside me-lick my clit, baby lick it good ... Oh, yes ... fuck me, you mother-fucker! Stick your prick in my cunt while she sucks me ... please, God ... give it to me!" and she shoved backwards with her hips in an effort to force his throbbing prick into the wet-folds of her clasping pink pussy.
But Marc had other ideas-he withheld himself and pulled back slightly as she managed to force just the head of his prick into her cunt. He rubbed his hands over her belly and tits and raised one hand to her mouth. Jamie sucked his fingers and ran her tongue over the palm of his hand as her body stiffened and she arched her back. The shudder began deep within her and as she whimpered Marc knew that her orgasm was not far away.
"Suck her cunt ... lap her pussy ... give her what she gives you, you little bitch ... make it good for her!" he told Marty as she worked frantically at the black woman's cunt.
"Yessss!" Jamie cried out, "Gonna make it coming ... Oh, God yes! I'm commmmming!". Her breath came in short, sharp rasps as the girl sucked her pussy. "Ughhhnnnn ... -. Ohhhhh, God ... Suck me ... SUCK MEEEEE!"
Marc held her writhing body to his as she thrust her hips forward, and her hands balled into fists at the small of her back, against his stomach. As she shuddered one last time, Marc pulled her away from Marty and forced the blond girl back on the recliner. He spread her legs to either side of the narrow couch, then pulled her down until her ass was positioned just a foot from the end. He led Jamie to the end and brought her to her knees. She understood immediately and dove for the blond girl's hairless cunt.
"Ohhh!" Marty cried as Jamie closed her mouth over her cunt lips and began sucking her furiously. Marc watched, his throbbing prick standing out straight from his body, twitching of its own volition.
He looked down at Marty's full, sensuous lips and he climbed astraddle of her chest. Lifting her head, he rubbed the glistening head of his prick over her face and lips. She fought him momentarily, but as he held her head firmly in his hands she stopped and licked out experimentally with her soft, wet tongue.
The instant it touched the head of his sensitive prick, Marc felt a chill; then he shoved forward with his hips and the girl's mouth ovaled obscenely as she took half its length into her throat. She sucked him warmly, wetly as Jamie sucked her pussy from a kneeling position on the floor. Marc felt his own juices rising, but he was not about to let himself erupt so soon. The fun and games had just begun and that they were both cooperating so early was merely an added incentive to make it last. He had anticipated far more resistance than he had encountered from the lithe Negress and her response to his subtle caresses told him that he would have her begging before long. He pulled his prick out of the girl's mouth until only the head remained, and he told her, "Lick it lick it all over."
Marty obeyed, and her hot tongue swirled lavishly around the head of his swollen prick as he pulled back further and further. As he pulled his prick out all the way and it flopped from her chin to her throat, she moaned and rolled her head from side to side. Climbing off her, Marc went to Jamie and knelt behind her. The sight of her bound and blindfolded body excited him, and as he ran his hands over her smooth, black skin, a shiver of sensuous pleasure went through her. He crouched behind her and looked up at the hair-fringed pussy lips that gleamed pinkly between her dark legs. He raised his head slowly, licking her thighs, and then his mouth came in contact with her cunt lips. She shuddered slightly and moved her ass against his face in a silent gesture of submission. He tasted her juices and laved her cunt wetly with the fiat of his tongue. Raising his head slightly, he found the puckered ring of her ass-hole and he heard her gasp loudly as he took hold of the smooth, firm cheeks of her ass and pressed his thumbs to either side of that tightly clenched orifice.
He licked out with his tongue, then forced it into her ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" she cried loudly, raising her face from Marty's hairless cunt.
"Noooo!" Marty cried, "Don't stop ... God, I'm almost there!"
Again, Marc forced his tongue into her ass-hole and he tasted the faintly acrid moisture gathered there. She thrust her ass backwards and into his face as he licked her wetly and moved his hands over her hips in soft caresses. Then he raised his face and. found her with her head turned to one side, lying nested atop Marty's cunt.
"Do you like that, Jamie?" he asked as he kneeled closer to her and rubbed the head of his prick between the cheeks of her ass. He reached between her legs and stroked her cunt with just the tips of his fingers.
"Ohhhh ... God!" she responded. "Yes ... yessss! Touch me ... Rub your prick all over me ... lick my ass hole ... make me come ... God, I've never felt this way before.. never!"
"Please!" Marty begged, and drew up her knees as Jamie rubbed her face over the girl's shaven cuntal area, "Suck me, Jamie ... make me come, toot" She whimpered softly, and added, "Don't leave me hanging like this!"
Marc leaned forward and whispered softly into the Negress's ear, "You've got. her begging, baby bring her right up to the edge, but don't let her make it ... inst lick her clit until she screams!"
Jamie turned her face and licked out with her long, soft tongue. It parted the folds of the blond girl's pussy lips and Marc saw in the diffuse red light, the erect nub of flesh hiding there. It seemed to be palpitating as the woman writhed beneath the black woman's teasing tongue and lips. The scene was so totally erotic that Marc knew he would not be able to hold back once he shoved his prick inside either of the women, and he wasn't yet ready to end their first game He moved back and bent over again to stick his head between Jamie's soft thighs, and he licked the entire length of her pussy and continued back to her ass-hole as she moaned and teased Marty with deft flicks of her tongue and soft nibbles with her teeth. As he licked her ass-hole, he reached up and inserted his middle finger in her tight cunt and forced his thumb into her rectum He watched as the muscle clenched and seemed to tuck inward as he forced more and more of his thumb up her ass. She moaned loudly as he withdrew it and it made an obscene popping sound as the sphincter closed Kneeling again, behind the black woman, he rubbed the head of his prick between her legs, then looked down as his throbbing member rested between the cheeks of her velvet ass. He let a gob of spit drop to her ass-hole, and as it ran into the pinched crevice he worked the head of his prick into her. It was so tight, Marc felt it pinching like a hot mouth on the flesh of his prick. He took hold of her hips and forced entry to the second ring of muscle and paused, not wanting to hurt the woman. But as he paused, running his hands over her ass and hips, Jamie suddenly shoved backwards and let out a loud cry as she forced the length of his prick into her hot ass-hole.
"Arghhhhh Ughhhhnnnn ... God ... Oh, my God!" she wailed, and felt herself filled with his throbbing prick. Then she began to rotate her hips as Marc withdrew his prick until just the head of it remained inside her. She gasped for breath as she buried her face in Marty's wide-spread-pussy and the sounds of her sucking mouth came to Marc loudly as he thrust forward again and felt his balls slap the backs of her satin thighs. "Ughhhnnn ... fuck me!" she moaned, "Fuck me there ... fuck me in the ass!"
Marty heard her and cried, "Jamie! What what's he doing to you, baby?" and she raised her blindfolded head off the couch as Jamie's mouth left her cunt again.
"Tell her!" Marc commanded.
"Oh, God ... Oh, Jesus, baby! He ... he's fucking me in the ass ... his prick is inside me ... all the way up my ass-hole! It ... It's heavenly! I've never ... Ughhhnnn ... God, I've never been fucked there before ... fuck me ... FUCK ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" she wailed.
Marc clasped her hips tightly and as she thrashed beneath his thrusting prick he leaned over her and filled his hands with her firm tits. The nipples were as stiff as fingers, and as he cupped them she writhed even more frantically in an effort to get even more of his prick up her ass. Marty whimpered and scooted down, then Jamie returned to her cunt and the girl sobbed loudly.
"Oh, Jamie ... yessss ... stick your tongue in ... lick me ... God, I'm going to come ... don't stop now, baby ... please ... let me come!"
Marc saw the blond woman as she raised her legs lewdly and spread them for her lover. He saw her naked cunt as Jamie closed her mouth over it again and sucked in the puffed ups of her pussy. As he stroked her deeply in the ass, he felt his own juices rising, and as the sensation built and began to wash through his legs, he pulled his prick out suddenly.
"Noooo!" Jamie cried as he left her empty. "Don't stop-come in me-shoot off in my ass-hole!"
Standing, Marc lifted the black woman to her feet and she fell against his sweating body and sobbed loudly. He raised her face and kissed her and Jamie returned his kiss passionately, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she ground her pelvis against his stiff prick. As their mouths parted, Marc fondled the cheeks of her ass and asked, "Am I just out to pleasure myself, Jamie?"
"No, no ... God, noooo!" she cried, and sought his mouth again as her chest heaved.
"Sit on her face, Jamie," he told her in low tones, "let her bring you off m going to fuck her in the ass while she eats your pussy!"
"Yesss!" the black woman cried and allowed herself to be positioned over her blond lover, facing Marc. She lowered herself down, and as Marty realized what was happening, she arched her neck and opened her mouth just as the dark patch of pubic hair covered her face. "Ohhh ... baby, suck it ... suck your momma's pussy! Yesss!" she said, and writhed atop the woman's face as she ground her cunt obscenely against her mouth.
Marc went to the end of the couch and lifted Marty's legs until they pointed straight up; then he slid into her and propped her leg's over his shoulders. He looked down at her shaved cuntal area and saw, just below, the darker pink flesh of her puckered ass-hole. Hunching forward, he pressed the head of his prick against the tight anal ring and he heard the blond woman groan loudly as he entered her. He watched her ass-hole flower open to accept his throbbing prick, and the flesh of the outer ring was pushed inward as he shoved forward again.
"Ughhhhnnn!" she groaned; as she felt her virgin ass-hole being filled with -the man's prick She bad listened as Jamie had begged him to fuck her there, and with her passion at its peak she, too, longed for a man's prick. Now she had it, and as she felt the second ring of muscle stretch open, she moaned loudly and filled her sucking mouth with Jamie's cunt. She had wanted to do this for so long, she thought as Jamie ground her hips and she found the black woman's clit with her tongue-she felt so totally obscene that all her prior inhibitions were dissolved as waves of sensuous pleasure washed over her body. She longed to take hold of Jamie's small tits and her ass, but bound as she was she could only want. She felt the prick withdrawn then from her ass-hole and she felt as though she were actually having a bowel movement. Then she was filled again and the first pain she had experienced upon entry passed. She felt the man's bands on her tits as she bent her legs backwards and forced more of his throbbing prick into her ass-hole.
Marc shoved his prick deep into the blond girl's ass-hole and felt her wiggle beneath his thrust. He took one hand from her tit and moved it down the supple plane of her belly until his thumb found the hairless folds of her pussy. He stroked her turgid clit until she lifted her hips from the couch and attempted to force his thumb into her cunt. He sat still as a sudden wave of sensation passed over him, and he looked up to see Jamie with her teeth bared, her back arched and quivering as Marty sucked her furiously. He reached around Marty's legs and pulled the black woman forward, and as his mouth found hers he felt her body stiffen and she cried out as the first wave of orgasm washed over her.
"Iiiieeeee ... Ohhhhh ... God ... Jesus, God ... suck me ... I'm ... ughhhhnnn ... I'm coming ... coming ... COMMMMMIHNNNGGG!" and she sucked Marc's tongue into her hot mouth as she shuddered violently atop her lover's face.
At that moment, Marc felt Marty's body go rigid and he thumbed her clit even faster as she, too, shuddered and gave out a muffled cry, her mouth filled with Jamie's hot juices. "Yufff ... Ohhhh, yufff ... commmming ... Oh ... Oh ... OHHHHHH!" Her legs flexed about his shoulders and she raised her lower body from the bench to bury his prick deeply in her clasping ass-hole. As her tremors passed, Marc fought the desire that had been building in him since he first stuck his prick into Jamie's clasping ass-hole Now, as the wave came again and Jamie collapsed forward, her head on Marty's heaving belly, he felt the first of his juices boil up, and as the hot semen burned his prick he pulled it out of the woman's ass-hole and shoved his prick forward to nest in the folds of her naked pussy. He erupted violently and sent a great gob of hot come splashing onto the girl's belly and Jamie's face. She felt it hit her lips and she groaned loudly as she opened her mouth and a second glob splashed against her face. Marc took hold of her head and shoved his spurting prick forward. Without hesitation, the Negree took the head of his gushing prick into her mouth and swallowed as he poured forth his juices. Gently, he stroked in and out of her hot, sucking mouth as she milked the last drops of come from his swollen prick, and as the contractions passed and she continued to lick and suck, he felt a sudden warmth for the lesbian. He lifted her sweating face from Marty's belly and kissed her softly on the lips. He forced his tongue into her mouth and tasted his own semen as she swirled her tongue around his and sobbed as her body returned to normal and she became aware that she was being kissed by a man.
"You ... you're too much!" she exclaimed as their lips parted. "Just too fucking much!"
"Ohhhh ... God ... I can't breathe Marty moaned, her face still covered with Jamie's hot crotch, dripping now with her vaginal juices.
Marc smiled and kissed her again, "You're not too bad, yourself, Lady ... " and he stood to help Jamie off Marty's body.
"Drink ... need a drink ..." Marty mumbled, as Jamie slid to the floor beside the recliner.
"God ... me, too!" the black woman muttered. "Cold ... something cold ... wine in the refrigerator ..."
Marc looked down at their bodies, glistening now with sweat in the diffuse red light, and he smiled. "At your service, Ladies ... at your service," and he pulled on his gloves before leaving the room.
CHAPTER THREE
Marc held the chilled bottle of Lancers as the women drank thirstily. Both were sitting on the edge of the couch, and as he raised the bottle to drink again himself he looked at their reflections in the mirror behind them. They were both beautiful women in their own right, and he felt again the waste of their lesbianism. But as he thought about it Jamie's words came back to him and he smiled. Kneeling, he spread the black woman's legs and poured a bit of wine over her stomach. As the ruby liquid ran from her belly and into her pubic hair, she shivered, and Marc leaned forward to lick the wine as it dribbled over the puffed lips of her pussy.
"Oh!" Jamie exclaimed as she felt his tongue search her cunt for the cold wine, "Ughhnnn ... that ... that's good!"
Marc repeated the process with Marty and as the wine coursed over her shaven pubic area, he held his mouth open beneath her pussy and then licked upwards suddenly and forced his tongue into her cunt. "C ... cold!" Marty exclaimed, then giggled lightly as he poured more of the wine over her belly to lap it from her wet pussy. Sitting up then, Marc finished the bottle and set it aside.
"What are you going to do with us?" Jamie asked, her tone more curious than hostile or frightened.
Standing, Marc glanced toward the bathroom and told them, "I really haven't made up my mind yet but I'll think of something, I'm sure."
"You ... you're not going to hurt us, are you?" Marty asked, a note of apprehension in her voice.
Marc leaned down, cupped the blonde's chin and kissed her softly as he ran his hand over her naked shoulder. As their lips parted he asked, "Why would I want to hurt you-either of you?"
"I ... I don't know, but sometimes rap ... ah, people do, you know," she answered in a small voice.
Marc chuckled, "You were going to say 'rapist,' weren't you? Tell me, have either of you been raped-actually raped?"
"We haven't been hurt, if that's what you mean," Jamie told him. "But that doesn't mean we won't be ..."
"Right," Marc replied, "But it doesn't mean that you will be, either ... " He paused, and looked down at the helpless women, bound, blindfolded and completely at his mercy, and as he did he felt his prick twitch. "Neither of you have anything to fear as long as you don't resist ... I'm a thief ... I steal sex-but I also give in return." He saw a small shiver pass through the black woman's body as she absorbed his words; then he turned and walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. The stall shower seemed overly large and as he opened the opaque door, he saw why-it held three individual shower heads. Smiling, he turned on the water and adjust it to a warm flow; then he closed the door and looked through the things on the commode counter. He chose a large plastic bottle of expensive shampoo, set it inside the shower, then walked back through the room where the women sat quietly, and went on through to the kitchen. He rummaged through the vegetable bin of the refrigerator and found a long cucumber. From the shelf, he took a package of Polish sausages, tore the wrapper and removed one. The sausage was about six inches long and an inch and a half in diameter-the cucumber was nearly twice that size.
Leading the women into the bathroom, Marc opened the door and told them, "Cleanliness is next to sexiness ... shall we shower together?"
Jamie stepped in without hesitation, but Marty balked at the door. "My ... my hair ... it'll get all wet."
"Then we'll dry it," he told her and patted her ass with the cucumber. Stepping in after the women, he set the two phallic shaped articles on the floor and picked up the bottle of shampoo. When the water had coursed over their bodies and had them thoroughly wet, Marc turned it down to just a drizzle and faced Jamie. Her brown body glistened brightly and he felt a shudder go through her as he poured a large amount of the liquid soap over her shoulders and breasts. Using both hands, Marc worked the liquid into a thick lather over her upper body, then he knelt and soaped her buttocks and legs, paying particular attention to her pubic area as he forced her legs open. As his hands worked upward and his fingers spread the lips of her cunt, Jamie moaned softly.
"God, man ... you just touch me and I'm ready to get it on!"
Marc inserted his thumb into her soapy cunt and wiggled it. "You say that to all your rapists ..."
Marty giggled, then Marc stood and repeated the process with her. As he reached her shaved cunt, a thrill went through him at its smoothness-he couldn't even feel the stubble one usually finds on a shaved area and as he looked up at her jutting tits, it almost seemed as if she was an overdeveloped child. He soaped her thoroughly, then stood and poured a portion of the liquid over his own body. When he reached his prick, it throbbed as he ran his soapy hands over its stiff length; then he set the bottle of shampoo aside and looked at the soapy bodies of the two naked women. Reaching out, he gathered them into his arms and pressed his body to theirs. His prick was trapped between their hips, and as he moved his hands slowly over their slick asses, he felt them both begin to respond to the nearness of each other's bodies.
"God, that's fantastic!" Jamie cried as she felt his hand on her ass and his prick rub her hip. She pushed forward until her shoulder touched Marty's and she began a slow, undulating movement with hex entire body as the warm, soapy flesh against her own sent thrills of pleasure through her being. She ground her pelvis against Marc's hip and she felt his prick throb as she swayed the other way against Marty. Marty swallowed thickly as her smooth cunt came in contact with Marc's leg. A thrill went through her, too, as she felt Jamie moving sensuously against her, and she began a slow movement of her own.
"I ... I've never felt anything like this ... it's, God, it's: too much!" Marty said huskily as she felt Marc's hand fondling her soapy ass cheeks.
Marc kissed Marty first and no sooner had his mouth closed over hers, than he found her tongue inside his lips, searching frantically for his. He sucked her tongue deeply, then nibbled hex lips as she ground her cunt against his leg. The feeling of both their bodies against his own with his prick trapped between them was causing his juices to rise, and he turned his head to kiss Jamie. She responded immediately as he fingered her tiny ass-hole and forced his tongue into her mouth. She groaned and sucked his tongue as his finger was shoved into her deeply, then she gasped for breath as he removed his mouth and finger at the same time. Stepping back, Marc pushed the girls together and, without hesitation, they sought each other's mouths. He watched as they kissed erotically and began rubbing their bellies against each other; then they hunched forward until their cunts met and they moved sensuously together. He held them both and moved his prick in and out between their soapy bodies as they sucked each other's tongues and rubbed pussies.
As he felt himself rising again, Marc pulled back and stooped to pick up the cucumber and the large sausage. He weighed them mentally, then took the sausage in his left hand and told Marty, "Spread your legs." The woman did as she was told, and Marc reached her pussy from behind and shoved an inch of the sausage into her soapy channel.
"Ughhhhnnn ... what the ... what's that?" Marty asked, as she felt the slick thing enter her cunt. In answer, Marc shoved more of it in, then held onto the last inch with the tips of his fingers.
"Close your legs," he told her, then reached around the slender hips of the Negress and instructed her to open her legs.
Jamie felt the hard object being forced into her c�nt, but her passions had risen to a point where she was beyond caring, and she relaxed her muscles as Marc forced more and more of it into her. "Ohhhh ... it's so big ... so fucking big!" she told him as the cucumber curved upwards and only a few inches of it remained outside her cunt. When he had it in position, he urged her to close her legs, and he pushed the two women together again. As their bodies came together and they began the slow grinding movement once more, their pussies rubbing and their soap-slick tits crushed flat against their chests, Marc guided his prick between their slowly moving hips. The sensation was like sinking his prick into a large, moving cunt, and as he wrapped his arms about their writhing bodies he watched as they shared mouths and tongues.
Jamie rubbed her soapy pussy against her lover's smooth cunt, and as she did the thing in her cunt seemed to be moving of its own volition. Almost as though Marty has a prick, she thought, and wished again that her arms were free so that she could feel the other woman's body with her hands. She pumped her heavily haired cunt against the shorter woman's, and she felt the slick, stiff prick moving hotly between their bodies, throbbing as it was pressed tightly beneath their soft, wet flesh. "Too much!" she groaned as she felt Marc force her middle finger between the slippery cheeks of her ass. "Yesss! Shove your finger in my ass! Fingerfuck me in my ass-hole! God, this fucking prick inside me is heavenly ... I'm ... uhhhhnn ... I'm coming Jesus, am I coming!"
Marty gasped as a finger entered her tightly puckered ass-hole, and she felt the sausage in her cunt grind upwards as Jamie rubbed her entire body over hers. "Ohhhh ... fuck me, Jamie! Fuck me! I ... I'm coming too!" She gasped again as Marc shoved his finger into the second knuckle and wiggled it obscenely in her clasping ass-hole. "Yessss ... oh, yessss!" she wailed loudly and rubbed her body against Jamie's.
Marc felt the women coming and he moved his hips back and forth as his throbbing prick plunged deeply between their writhing, wet bodies. Then he withdrew it as both of them shuddered and cried out as their orgasms broke again almost simultaneously.
As her body was wracked by the wave of pleasure that crashed over her, Marty sobbed, "Oh oh oh, yes ... ughhhhnnn ... hard-fuck me harder HARRRRDDDDEEERRR!"
The women bucked in his arms, and as they quivered hotly against each other Marc held them tightly, his middle finger shoved deep into their ass-holes. Then, as Jamie sucked her breath, he pulled his fingers out and reached for the water controls.
Multiple sheets of warm water splashed over the writhing trio, and, as the suds washed from their bodies and down the drain, their passions cooled and Marc pulled his aching prick from between their hips just before he ejaculated. He held himself very still as he backed against the door and allowed the water to course over him. His prick jerked involuntarily and he knew if he even touched it at that critical point his come would come bursting forth to spew over the legs of the naked women only inches away from him. Marc breathed deeply for a moment and, closed his eyes as the sensation passed; he knew he could control himself. Bringing himself right to the brink of coming and then holding off always left him weak behind the knees, and they sagged now as he leaned against the shower door. Finally he opened his eyes to find the women leaning heavily against the walls of the shower-the cucumber had slipped from Jamie's cunt and was trapped between her legs with only an inch of it still inside her pussy. Marc looked at Marty's crotch and saw half the sausage protruding like some obscene, reddish-brown prick sticking out from her hairless cunt. Kneeling, he pulled out the cucumber and heard Jamie gasp; then he reached up and slid the sausage from the blond woman's clasping pussy. Both of them sighed heavily and Marc licked his lips as he stared at one cunt and then the other. He buried his face in the Negress's black bush and licked her clit until she writhed sensuously against him. He cupped the firm cheeks of her brown ass and, as she hunched her pelvis forward, ran his hands down the length of her strong legs. As she moaned again, he released her and turned to Marty. He spread her hairless cunt lips and licked out with his tongue. As he came in contact with her swollen clit, the woman drew in her breath sharply and cried out.
"Jesus! Fuck me ... if you don't fuck me I'm going to lose my mind!"
"Baby ... " Jamie moaned, and moved her body against that of her lover's as Marc sucked the woman's pussy.
Looking up, Mare saw the women sharing tongues again and he stood, then forced them to their knees facing each other. Holding on to the backs of their heads, he shoved them together and, as their lips met, shoved his throbbing prick between their mouths and held them pressed to his hot flesh. Jamie was the first to respond as she began licking the length of his prick with her lips and tongue. Then Marty, too, got the idea, and Marc looked down to see both of the women working their hot mouths over the length of his prick. Alternating, first one and then the other would take the pulsing head into her mouth as her companion licked back towards the thick base of his prick; then, reversing, their mouths would meet halfway towards the head and they shared tongues with his prick trapped between their sucking mouths. He felt his knees shaking and he groaned aloud as Marty sucked the head of his prick into her mouth and tongued him wildly.
"Yes ... suck me off," he told them, "suck me till I come!" And he forced their heads together and held them as he began a slow fucking motion and watched the head of his prick protrude beyond their ovaled ups. As he withdrew himself both women licked the head of his prick and he felt his juices rising. Unable to hold back any longer, Marc buried his prick deeply in the black woman's hot mouth and clutched her head tightly as the first glob of hot come burst forth to splash against her throat. He felt her swallow and he pulled out suddenly to shove his spurting prick into Marty's mouth as she gasped, then gagged. He held on to her head as his prick jerked spasmodically and he moaned, "Ohhh, God swallow my come ... swallow it! So good ... so fucking good!"
Pulling back as his prick erupted, Marc shoved just the head of it into Jamie's mouth, and he felt the final contraction as his semen pumped onto her tongue and she licked the length of his sensitive cock. Standing away from them then, Marc watched in awe as Jamie opened her mouth and closed it over Marty's, and he realized they were passing his hot come back and forth between their mouths. Unable to resist, he fell to his knees and kissed Jamie fully and felt a glob of sticky come spit into his mouth. Removing his lips from hers, he turned and passed the come to Marty, who took it willingly and swallowed.
Finally, Marc stood and helped the women to their feet; he turned the water to warm and finished bathing them, then shut it off and found towels for them all. As he rubbed the soft towel over Jamie's back, she told him, "Don't you think it's time you untied us ... whoever you are?"
He thought about it for a moment-he had never yet yielded to the temptation to release a victim before he was totally through with her-the risk was just too great. So he told Jamie, "I'd like that ... but not right now-perhaps later." She shrugged as he checked the cords that bound her wrists at the small of her back-not tight enough to cut off the circulation, but snug enough so she could not slip out of them. He finished drying her and repeated the process with Marty. Afterwards, Marc led the two women into the main bedroom and was gratified to find a king-size bed with a firm mattress. He half closed the door to the bathroom, leaving it open just a crack as he pulled back the covers and urged the women onto the bed. The room was dim and no light shone through the windows as he climbed between them and looked down at their satin bodies on either side of him-they were a study in contrast. As he rolled to his left to fondle the black woman's small but well formed tits, he ran his hand downward over her quivering belly and cupped her damp pubic bush fully. On impulse, Marc reached up and removed the woman's sleep mask. Surprised, she blinked, and he touched a finger to her lips to signify the need for silence. He kissed her softly and, weighing the possibilities once more; he rolled her to her stomach-and released her hands.
"Don't try anything foolish," he whispered in her ear as she rolled into his arms and rubbed her wrists. She looked at him in the dim light for a long moment; then a slow smile crossed her face as she shook her head from side to side.
Marc lay back then as the black woman ran her hands over his body in slow, gentle circles, stopping as she reached his soft prick where it lay against his thigh. Lowering her head, she took just the tip of his prick into her mouth and laved it erotically with her hot tongue. Marc pulled himself into a sitting position and ran his hand over Marty's full tits as the Negress licked his thickening member and sucked it deeply into her throat. As he stiffened, he pulled her face up to his and kissed her softly. "I want to watch her eat your pussy," he whispered as their mouths parted. Jamie smiled and nodded, then rolled over to squat atop Marty's face.
"Suck her pussy, Marty," he told her as Jamie towered her cunt to Marty's mouth.
Marty felt the weight of her lover on her chest; then as the woman scooted forward and she heard the man's command, she shivered and opened her mouth slightly as smooth thighs rubbed her face. She licked out and found her mouth filled with the puffed lips of Jamie's cunt, and she speared her tongue into that warm, wet crevice and heard the Negress cry out.
"Ohhhh ... baby! That's good? Suck my pussy, baby ... give momma a good come ... God, how I've wanted you to do this to me! Suck me, baby use your tongue ... suck my clit ... Oh, shit that's soooo good!"
Marc took hold of Jamie's hand and guided it to his prick as the white girl laved her cunt wetly. He watched as Jamie writhed and ground her pussy down on the woman's face while she moved her hand up and down the swollen length of his throbbing prick.
Just then the screech of tires came to them from outside the house. Then a car stopped and a door banged loudly as the trio froze. Quickly, Marc found the cord and rebound Jamie's wrists; then he jumped from the bed and pulled aside the heavy drapes to look onto the circular drive where a second automobile had pulled in beside Jamie's. Marc saw the man making his way uncertainly toward the front door and he turned to the bed. "Either of you know a big fellow who drives a white Buick?"
Marty gasped and Marc went to her. "Do you?" he asked.
"It ... it might be Tom ... my fi ... my ex-fiance," she said in a trembling tone.
"Both of you stay quiet!" he ordered, and went to the dresser where he had found the revolver earlier. He pulled open the drawer, took hold of the gun, then went into the other room and pulled on his ski mask as the sound of someone banging on the front door came to him. He was tempted simply to take his clothing and leave, but the temptation of the two naked women on the bed was greater. He snatched up the length of cord he had used to tie Jamie to the couch and made his way through the darkened house as the sound of the man's voice came through the locked door.
"Open the fuckin' door! I know you're in there!" he shouted.
From the sound of his voice, Marc realized the man had been drinking. Quickly, he went to the door and stood to one side as he slid the bolt, then removed the chain. The door burst open and Tom Louden came bursting into the darkened living room to trip over a wicker chair near the doorway. Marc slammed and locked the door, then flipped on the lights.
Stunned, Tom looked up to see a naked man wearing a ski mask hovering over him with a pistol in his hand.
"Wha ... what is this?" Louden questioned, and blinked his eyes.
"You tell me!" Marc told him sharply.
"Ah ... I, that is-maybe I've got the wrong house he stammered as Marc cocked the revolver.
As he pulled back on the hammer, he smiled-it was unloaded, but it was doing the job. "You'll never know how wrong, Tom."
A look of confusion crossed the man's face and he sobered as he asked, "You know my name?"
"Stand up!" Marc ordered him, and stood to one side as the man pulled himself up from the floor and looked about.
"Where ... where's Marty-what have you done with her?" he asked sullenly.
"Move!" Marc told him, and-gestured toward the hallway. The man did as he was ordered and Marc marched him to the bedroom. As they entered, Marc reached around the door and turned on the bedroom lights.
Tom gasped as he saw the women, naked and bound on the bed. Jamie looked at him, hostile, and shook her head. "Well, well ... if it isn't the big man himself," and a slow smirk formed on her lovely dark features.
Tom was dumbfounded, but he responded as he felt the barrel of the revolver pressed into his back. Marty hung her head and said nothing as Marc ordered the man to remove his clothing. Hesitantly, the confused man, obeyed, and as he came to his shorts, Jamie smiled and towards Marc and said, "No wonder he couldn't hang onto her ... look at the size of his prick-my tongue's longer!" and she laughed.
Marc smiled-the woman was right; Tom was well over six feet tall and muscular, but his penis was something less than astounding. Average, Marc thought as the man stepped out of his shorts and glared at the black woman angrily.
"You fucking dyke! I'd like to show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man!" Tom replied to her cutting remark.
Marc motioned Jamie off the bed, and he held the pistol leveled at the other man as he untied her hands. He gave her the length of rope and the one from her wrists and told her, "Tie him to the bedspread eagle."
"What ... what are you going to do to him?" Marty asked as she heard the order.
Jamie went to the bed and pulled her to her feet. "Don't you worry, baby." She guided her to a nearby chair. "Okay, big mouth-you heard the man!" she barked at Tom.
"Now just a goddamn minute!" he protested, but Marc cut him off.
"I can always shoot you," he said softly.
Tom went slowly to the bed and lay down in the center; quickly and efficiently, Jamie tied his arms to the carved headboard-they were spread wide and Marc nodded with satisfaction as Jamie completed the task. He checked the knots and told her, "Not too bad, lady." She smiled and went to Marty.
"What are you going to do to me?" Torn asked apprehensively as he saw Marc put the pistol back in the drawer. In answer, Marc went to the two women and whispered something to Jamie. She smiled and licked her lips, then led the still-bound blonde to the side of the bed. As she sat her down, she looked maliciously at her lover's ex-boyfriend and smiled.
"You're gonna like this, Mister Motherfucker!" and she took hold of Marty's face in her hands, kissed her fully and let her tongue linger where Tom could see it flicking in and out of the white girl's mouth.
"Bitch!" he spit at her.
"Uh, huh ... I'm a black bitch ... and I've got an itch," she told him, and stood to press Marty's face into her hairy crotch. Tom's mouth dropped open when Marty did not struggle, but began licking the wide-spread cuntal lips with her tongue. "Oh, yes, baby ... lick your momma's pussy ... suck it good let this motherfucker see who you belong to!"
Marc looked on in amusement as Tom fell silent and Marty laved the black woman's cunt with her tongue and sucked her clit between her teeth to nibble and moan as she did. He smiled as he saw Tom's prick twitch as it lay against his thigh and begin to swell. As his prick reached full erection and stood out stiffly from his hairy loins, Tom tried to rise up to get a better look at the woman he had been engaged to, sucked the Negress's pussy willingly, her own hips grinding sensuously against the mattress.
"Jesus!" he muttered, as Marc walked up behind Jamie and slid his arms about her to cup her firm breasts in his hands. As he rolled the woman's turgid nipples between his thumbs and forefingers she groaned and reached behind her to take hold of his swollen prick. She guided it between her legs and Marc thrust forward with his hips as the head of his prick protruded out from between her dripping pussy lips and the blonde woman sucked it greedily.
"Suck his prick, baby ... lick that beautiful prick and make it shoot down your throat ... drink his come like we did before!" Jamie mouthed obscenely, delighted with the look of pain on Tom's lust-contorted face. His prick jerked spasmodically as he licked dry ups and watched his sweetheart alternate from prick to pussy with her mouth.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Tom moaned, "what have you done to her? She ... she never even did that for me!"
Jamie laughed and Marc whispered in her ear again. She giggled and pulled away to leave Marc standing there with his prick shoved deeply into the blonde's mouth, her lips ovaled lewdly, making loud sucking noises as she sucked his cock expertly. Marc watched as Jamie climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside the groaning man. He smiled as she closed her mouth over the nipple of his breast and sucked it lavishly. Then her hands began to rub all over his body without ever touching his throbbing prick, and he began to writhe beneath her manipulations. She lowered her mouth to his stomach and washed his navel with her darting tongue; then she forced his legs apart and licked his swollen balls as he gasped for breath. Still she did not touch his prick, and it was obvious that her mouth and hands were driving him wild. Marc withdrew his throbbing cock from Marty's mouth and bent forward to cup her full tits and to kiss her fully as Tom watched.
Pulling the sleep mask off her face, Marc stood back as she turned from his masked form to Torn on the bed behind her. She swallowed thickly as she saw Jamie with her head between his legs, licking his ass-hole obscenely. Then she turned her face back to Marc and asked him breathlessly, "Pl ... please untie me too-I promise I won't try anything ... I promise!"
Marc untied her hands and whispered in her ear. She raised her face to his and kissed him passionately as her hands sought his prick. She stroked it several times, then climbed onto the bed and drew her face close to Tom's. "You've wondered why you couldn't keep me? Well, I'll tell you!" and she climbed up over him to squat obscenely over his surprised face. "Because you never once offered to eat my pussy! All you ever wanted was to stick your filthy prick in my cunt and blow your nuts-then roll over and talk about how fucking terrific it was! You bastard! You always wanted to put that filthy thing in my mouth, but you never once thought about me!" And as she spoke, she lowered her body down until her cunt was only an inch from his gaping mouth. "Well, you'll suck my pussy now ... and you'll suck it until I tell you to stop!" And with that, she forced her shaved cunt down on his face; his muffled reply was one of protest. He moved his head from side to side in an attempt to escape her naked cunt, but he could not-his head was trapped between her thighs and she held onto it with both hands as she ground her pussy into his mouth viciously. "Yes! Suck it-see what pussy tastes like?" she questioned, as Jamie moved up to watch, her hand still stroking his tortured body.
Tom looked up at the girl he thought he had known and saw her lust-contorted features staring back at him as she covered his mouth with her cunt. He choked back the urge to vomit as he tasted the warm, wet flesh of her cunt, and he felt the other woman's hands roaming all over his body without touching that one place where he needed to be touched. He moaned sickly as he opened his mouth and found it filled with the swollen pussy lips of his ex-lover's cunt. Then a strange thing happened. In an effort to escape her grinding cunt, his tongue came in contact with the flesh at the top of her pussy, and he felt her stiffen and moan-he realized it had given her pleasure, and he did it again. Marty responded by releasing her grip on his head and stroking his brow with her hot hands. "Yes," she moaned, "that's it, Tommy ... suck my clit ... lick it till I come ... yessss , God yes!"
Suddenly, Tom was aware that he was actually giving Marty pleasure with his mouth. He licked out again, and as she moaned in response to his hot tongue the realization that he had never been able to give her this kind of pleasure with his prick caused him to redouble his lingual efforts. He lapped her cunt lavishly as she writhed above him.
"Jesus ... oh, Jesus!" Marty cried out and spasmed lightly as Tom sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and nibbled it sensually. "Suck me! God, make me come ... ughhhnnn ... Ohhhhhh ... suck!"
Behind the thrashing form of the beautiful blond woman, Jamie took hold, finally, of Tom's swollen prick. The flesh was hot to her hands and, the moment she touched it, it jerked spasmodically. She thought he was going to blow his nuts at her touch, but it was just a response to feeling her warm fingers close around its girth; and somehow Jamie was pleased with the size of Tom's prick-it was not as long as the masked man's and not quite as thick. She lowered her head slightly and opened her mouth to take in just the head of it. As she did, Tom groaned loudly and thrust his hips upwards. Jamie swallowed the entire length of his prick and swirled her tongue around the pulsing head; then she pulled off completely to lick just around the glans as a thick fluid seeped from the slitted opening. She licked the back side of his throbbing prick, and, as she sensed him about to come, she moved her hand up its length to pinch the head tightly with her thumb and forefinger. As she did, she heard Marty cry Out in the throes of orgasm, and she looked up to see her white lover arching her back as she ground her cunt into Tom's defenseless face.
Gasping for breath, Marty fell forward limply and sobbed as Tom continued sucking her pussy lips into his mouth. Jamie moved forward a bit, lowered her head to Marty's ass and licked her exposed ass-hole obscenely as Tom's tongue entered her cunt again. "Oh, God!" the blond woman cried out, "I ... I can't take any more of this! Fuck me ... please, someone fuck meeeee!"
Turning her around, Jamie closed her mouth over Marty's, and as they shared tongues she ran her fingers into the woman's hairless cunt and finger-fucked her with slow, easy strokes. "Baby want to get fucked?" she whispered to her lover as the blond writhed under her hands.
"Yes, Oh, God ... Yes!" she whimpered and took hold of Jamie's hand and moved it furiously against her aching cunt.
Jamie pulled away from her and guided her over Tom's throbbing prick. "Let's see if he can give you as good a come as I can, baby." As Marty lowered herself down, Jamie took hold of Tom's prick and pinched it again, then shoved it into the woman's clasping cunt.
Tom watched his cock disappear into the hairless snatch, and he blinked as the black woman bent forward and licked both of his balls. The sensation was like nothing he had ever known, and, as Marty moved her body up and down above his loins, he felt yet another sensation. Jamie rose up then and smiled at him-and the smile sent a chill through his body as she plunged her finger into his ass-hole and made him jump.
"Owwwww! Damn ... that ... that and she took his breath away as she stretched his ass-hole wide and inserted a second finger into the tight ring of flesh. "Ohhhh he moaned as she leered at him.
"See what it's like, motherfucker?" Jamie spit at the man tied to the bed. She sat up then, two fingers working painfully at his ass-hole, and she ran her free-hand over Marty's white belly as the woman undulated atop Tom's sweated loins. She ran her fingers over the woman's shaven cunt and let just the tip of her middle finger stroke the turgid clit as Marty moved her body slowly up and down the length of his swollen shaft. "Good, baby?" she asked, and opened her mouth to suck in the nipple of Marty's left tit as it bobbed only inches from her face.
Marc watched with growing excitement as the blond lowered herself onto her ex-boyfriend's tortured cock. He felt the blood pound in his temples then as Jamie stuck her fingers up the helpless man's ass and began sucking Marty's tit while she teased her cunt with her fingers. Marc circled the bed and climbed on behind Jamie. He ran his hands over the smooth, warm flesh of her trim ass and; as she wiggled against his touch, he moved his body against hers. "Ummmnn ... that's good," she told him wistfully as his prick slid between her legs and nudged the entrance to her heavily haired cunt.
Jamie thrust her ass backwards then, as Marc reached between her legs and guided the swollen head of his prick into her pussy. She felt the folds of flesh wrap around his stiff member, and a new thrill went through her as she looked to her left and saw Tom with his teeth bared and his neck muscles bulging. Above him, Marty was enjoying another orgasm, and she gasped for breath as Jamie stroked her sensitive cut with her fingertips. Jamie contracted the muscles of her cunt as Marc entered her fully. As she took his entire length into her wet womb, she liked Marty up gently and pulled Tom's prick from her cunt. "Don't let him come." she hissed, and turned the girl to face her as Marc took hold of her hips and fucked her lewdly from the back, dog fashion.
Tom stared in frustrated disbelief as Marty pulled off him only a moment before he achieved orgasm. His prick twitched painfully and stood straight up from his sweating loins as the black woman lowered her head between Marty's legs and began lapping her cunt while the man wearing the ski mask fucked her obscenely.
"Nooo!" Tom cried. "For God's sake, Marty ... don't do this to me!" And he writhed on the bed as the trio sucked and fucked beside him.
Marty sighed and recalled the times Tom had left her wanting-in every instance, she had been forced to finish herself off by masturbating in shame in the bathroom while Tom smoked and talked about "how good it was?" Those times had left her terribly frustrated and wondering if perhaps there wasn't something wrong with her-was she oversexed? Was she a nymphomaniac? Why couldn't she enjoy sex like other women, without having to jack herself off after a sex act? It had been disgusting ... but no more! No more, she thought as Jamie cupped her full ass cheeks and ran her mouth over the pouting lips of her pussy. She had learned that the problem wasn't hers, but Tom's ... his inconsiderate rutting for no reason other than self-gratification. Now he was begging her to gratify him ... she glanced at his swollen prick and suppressed the urge to laugh at him. And as Jamie sucked her pussy while the man fucked her, Marty leaned back against Tom's thigh and let her arm brush his prick.
"Please!" the frustrated man cried again "At least jack me off, Marty ... help me come ... for God's sake, don't leave me hanging like this!" Jamie heard him and knew what she was going to do. She thrust her ass up as Marc plunged deeply inside her clasping cunt, and she shuddered as she felt herself building for another mind blowing orgasm at the hands of the unknown man. Behind her, Marc held on to her lithe hips as she bucked against him, and though he wanted to hold back as long as he possibly could, her hot tight pussy was about to bring him off. He felt his Juices boil from his balls then as the woman stiffened and threw her brown ass high and a spasm shook her beautiful body.
"Yesss! Fuck me ... fuck me you white mother fucker! Stick your prick all the way in ... let me feel your come ... Oh ... Oh ... Ohhhh, Jesus! I'm ... I'm commmmmmming!" Her body bucked as she felt the first hot splash of his come spurt forth into her cunt. She gasped for breath as Marty tell back wards, and she held tight to her lover as the waves of pleasure washed over her again and again.
Marc looked down at the woman as she tensed and accepted his load of hot come. He pulled his prick out until just the head of it remained in the wet folds of her cunt; then he plunged it deeply to spurt again, and he shuddered as the last of his contractions came and his prick jerked spasmodically in the hot flesh of the Negress's pussy.
Tom watched the pair orgasm and he sobbed loudly. Marty was lying half across his sweating body and her arm pushed against his prick as she held the black woman's head between her legs and moaned low as though she, too, were experiencing another orgasm. He was shaken-completely shaken at the obscene display of sex. His intention had been to come here, to reason with his beloved Marty and to make her give up her wanton relationship with the black lesbian. But things hadn't turned out that way and now he was their captive-forced to watch them as they sucked and fucked and rutted like a pack of dogs in heat. He hated them and he hated Marty for what she had done to him-thrown him over for a woman, and a black woman at that! But, now, all Tom could think of was release. He wanted to feel his prick swell and feel the sticky white come burst forth into someone's cunt or mouth or even ... even their ass-hole! He licked his lips drily and watched as the man wearing the ski mask rolled off the black woman's sweating body ... and a shudder went through him as he saw her looking at him, smiling.
Jamie crawled atop Tom's chest and squatted, her pussy only inches from his face. "So you want to get your nuts, huh, lover boy?" she asked him huskily. "Well ... we might let you, but you've got to do something for us first!" And she rose up, scooted forward, and, before Tom could protest, shoved her come filled cunt against his mouth. "Noooo!" he cried as he felt her hands take hold of his head and force it against her wet loins. He fought to avoid the wet, hairy gash that the man had just fucked, but he could not. And as he fought for breath he tasted the faintly salty liquid as it dribbled from her swollen cunt lips.
Reaching behind her with one hand, Jamie took hold of Tom's aching prick and stroked it several times. As she did, he stopped resisting, and she smiled as she felt his tongue enter her and lap the sticky white come that had been shot into her cunt only moments before. "That's it ... lick me clean stick all of his come out of my cunt ... then maybe momma will let you come!"
Marty rolled to one side and watched with interest as Jamie forced her ex-lover to eat her pussy. Tom was such a prude, and it surprised her when he did not protest more. She reached out as Jamie released Tom's prick, and she touched the quivering flesh with her fingertips. She had never really looked closely at a man's prick before, and though she had had the urge to play with Tom's, she had never had the opportunity-he was always in a hurry to stick it in her. Now she played with it; she moved forward until her tits were mashed against his hairy thigh, and she licked the length of his shaft with her soft tongue His prick jerked spasmodically as she fondled and licked him and, as she ran her mouth over the underside of his cock, she felt him twitch strongly. Marty rose up and was about to take the bead of Tom's prick into her mouth, when it erupted and his load of hot come splashed all over her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and held tightly to his erupting prick as it spewed the sticky white globs all over her face and neck. Finally she got her mouth over it to taste his semen as the last drops squeezed forth. She sucked him dry and looked up as she saw the man with the ski mask beckon to her. He stood at the foot of the bed with another bottle of wine, and, though she couldn't be sure, she thought he was smiling.
Jamie, too, climbed from the bed and stood beside Marty and their unknown captor. The three of them looked down at Tom, who lay naked and bound on the bed. His face was smeared with come and Jamie's cunt juice, and his thighs were wet with his own come. His chest heaved as he breathed deeply, and he looked up apprehensively as the three people drank from a bottle of wine.
"I think it's time for you two to bathe me," Marc said and slipped his arms about their waists.
Marty passed the bottle to Jamie, then took hold of Marc's still stifF prick. She fondled it lovingly and cast a hostile glance at her ex-lover on the bed. "Yes that'll be nice ... if you'll fuck me in the ass-hole again. And as she spoke the words, Tom's face burned brightly. "At least you don't come the minute you stick it in!"
Jamie drained the bottle and set it aside as she reached for Marty's shaved pussy. "I'll suck your cunt while he fucks you in the ass, baby," she said huskily, then glanced at Tom. "He can just lie in here and eat his heart out while we all do it in the shower she giggled. "You really should try a m�nage a trojs, Tom ... does wonders for your libido ... to say nothing of your shitty male attitude!" And the three of them turned to leave the man shaken on the bed.
Sunday evening, Marc dressed slowly and peeked into the bedroom where the two women lay asleep beside the still bound Tom. They had spent the better part of the day teasing him and forcing him to do their will, But Marc had noticed that Marty had been paying more attention to him during the last few hours of their orgy, than during its beginning. She lay now with her head on his shoulder and her hand wrapped around his shrunken prick, and she slept deeply. Even Jamie's attitude had changed, it seemed, and though she had persisted in teasing poor Tom, it was obvious that each time she mounted his swollen prick to shove it in either her cunt or her ass-hole she was enjoying it immensely. The weekend had surpassed Marc's expectations, and, as he gathered his clothing, pulled on his gloves and prepared to leave, he wondered what the outcome of the orgy would be. For him, a good night's sleep awaited ... but as he thought about it he realized that another boring week was also waiting for him ... and the appointment with his psychiatrist.
CHAPTER FOUR
Monday was a drag for Marc. He had arisen and driven to his office to find a message waiting for him from Dr. Andrea Murtaugh. He dialed her number and spoke briefly with her receptionist; his usual one p.m. appointment had been cancelled and the girl had informed him that Dr. Murtaugh would be out of the office until five. She would, however, be able to see him then, if his schedule would allow it. Marc thought about it briefly-he had to pick up his recorder across town and set the wheels in motion for the coming weekend. And as he thought about that, his prick stiffened against his thigh.
"Mr. Andrews?" the receptionist queried.
"Ah, yes ... excuse me. Yes, I'll be there at five thanks for calling," and he set the receiver back in the cradle, his thoughts still with the comfortable home across town where his next exciting interlude was to take place. A family of three-Peter Towne, his daughter Cindy and his new wife, Barbara-closer to his daughter's age than his own. Marc knew that Peter Towne often spent the weekends away from home, and hopefully this weekend would see him gone. Marc ached to take the beautiful young stepmother and the Towne girl together, and as he thought about it he recalled the past two days spent with the Negress lesbian and her lover, Marty. Good, he thought, both of them were more than he had expected, and now the thought of a near replay with the teenager and her stepmother sent his pulse rating.
Marc worked furiously that morning on several open accounts, and as the lunch hour drew near, he glanced at the digital clock on his desk and decided to work through. He buzzed his secretary. When she entered his office he instructed her to bring him the file on one of the accounts he was working on. As she complied, Marc glanced up and realized the girl was not who he thought she was. She smiled pleasantly as she lay the folder on his desk and he asked, "You're new, aren't you?"
Still smiling, the girl replied, "I'm from the secretarial pool, Mr. Andrews. Betty's off with the flu ... my name's Lorna."
He nodded and picked up the folder a-s the girl turned to leave the office; her hips swayed sensuously beneath a short, tight knit skirt and Marc rubbed his prick beneath the desk as she paused at the door and smiled again at him.
"Anything you need, just buzz ... " she said in a lilting tone.
"I ... I'll be working through lunch," he told her, and gazed at her full breasts beneath the knit material of her dress. "I'll call if I need anything."
"Do that ..." she said provocatively, and gave her head a flip to one side; her short dark hair haloed her face as she stepped out of his office and closed the door.
What the hell was he thinking about? Work and play do not mix, he reminded himself as the girl left the room. He had made that a steadfast rule when he had come to work for Levison and Breen several years before, and he had lived up to it. Of course, playing with the office help was where he drew the line; their computer often gave him the information necessary to run a complete check on an individual, and the result was that Marc often knew more about the person than the records might indicate. Crosschecks with other agencies, personal observation, and his telephone recording devices often rounded out his information, and he had an endless stock of names to choose from. Marty and Jamie had been something of a coincidence, for neither of them were associated in any manner with his firm, but the others he chose for his sexual escapades were nearly all in the computer banks of Levison and Breen and to date, Marc reminded himself with a smile, not one had filed a complaint with the police.
Marc stood and stretched as the hands on his wristwatch stood at twelve thirty. He confirmed the time on his desk clock, then walked to the restroom he shared with Bob Sanford, the cost analyst who occupied the adjoining office. As he stepped into the narrow cubicle and reached for the light switch, a sound from the next office caused him to stop. He listened for a long moment, then moved quietly to the other door to find it open a crack. In the other office, Marc saw Bob Sanford kneeling before his secretary-a plump little red-head named Sandy. Bob was lifting the girl's skirt, and as Marc watched he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the girl's panties and drew them down to her ankles. Marc felt his prick twitch as the girl lifted one foot and then the other as Bob removed the panties from her supple legs.
Marc rubbed his swollen prick as Bob lifted the girl's skirt again and she held it up as he began kissing her knees, then moved up to her naked thighs. Running his hands up the backs of her legs, Bob lifted his face then and nuzzled the dark red patch of pubic hair that covered the girl's pussy. Marc unzipped his pants and watched with fascination as the girl spread her legs and Bob cupped the ample cheeks of her ass with both hands. He pulled her to him and inhaled deeply as she tucked her skirt in about her waist and let her hands go to his head. She pulled him to her then and Marc watched her face closely as Bob closed his mouth around her cunt.
"Ohhhhh the girl moaned softly. "Good ... so good."
Marc pulled on his prick and fondled the head of it as the girl arched her body to Bob's sucking mouth, and he noticed Bob unzip his pants to free his straining cock. The girl writhed under the man's mouth, and, as his tongue entered her time and time again to tease her swollen cut, she gasped for breath. Marc wondered at the display and wondered too if Bob was one of those men who got off on just eating pussy. He watched as the cost analyst fondled himself but made no move toward the girl's body except to lap her cunt. The girl held tightly to Bob's head as he took long wet licks of her obscenely exposed cunt, and his fingers made red marks on her hips as he pulled her to him. As she ground her pussy into his face, it was obvious from the look on hers that she was about to orgasm under Bob's oral manipulation. Her plump body shuddered slightly. Then, to both the, girl's and Marc's surprise, Bob stood suddenly and turned the girl around facing the desk she had been leaning against.
"Stop!" she cried as he bent her forward and shoved the head of his prick between her spread legs. "Don't! You promised!" she cried again, and Bob's hand clamped down over her mouth to silence her. Marc's prick throbbed painfully in his hand as he stroked it and realized he was witness to rape! She hadn't bargained for what she was getting and Marc wondered at the girl's naivet� in thinking any man would be satisfied just to eat her pussy and receive nothing in return.
"Hold still!" Bob hissed between clenched teeth as he tried to force the head of his prick into her clasping, wet cunt. But writhing as she was, and holding his hand over her mouth, Bob couldn't seem to get the chore accomplished. Marc thought idly that he could give the fellow some pointers on the subtle art of rape, but as he thought about it he recalled his first few feeble attempts that had turned into fiascos. So he watched with interest as the girl twisted and. flailed with her arms, unwilling to let him fuck her. Struggling, Bob tightened his hold on her mouth and hunched forward with his throbbing prick; but instead of hitting the desired target the man's cock slid upward between the cheeks of the girl's ass, immediately, she stopped struggling and seemed to relax as she moaned through the fingers about her mouth. Marc watched then as she reached around between them and took hold of his prick with her fingers and guided it into that puckered ring of muscle between her abundant ass cheeks. Bob didn't seem to know what to make of Sandy's sudden submission and he let go of her mouth as she bent forward of her own volition, and gasped as the head of his prick entered her tightly clenched ass-hole.
"Uhhhhnnn ... " she moaned. "Oh, Bob ... shove it in ... fuck me in the ass ... fuck me in my ass-hole!"
Awed, Bob took hold of the girl's fully fleshed hips and shoved forward. Marc saw his long prick sucked into the girl's anus and she raised her ass even higher as he shoved it in.
"Yessss ... oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Fingerfuck me ... play with my clit ... make me come!" She spoke lewedly and writhed under his hunching body. Marc was holding on to his own prick tightly, and his breathing was labored and ragged as Bob fucked the girl in the ass-hole only a few feet away from him. He felt his own juices rising, and he was tempted to burst into the room and shove his throbbing prick down the girl's mouth as she gasped for breath. Jerking his prick back and forth, Marc saw Bob stiffen against the girl's ass. She cried out as his prick erupted deep in her bowels, shooting a load of hot sticky come into her. Marc tensed as his own orgasm approached, and he reached behind him for a hand towel to catch his load. As his prick spurted its load of come, he sucked his breath in sharply, while the girl quivered, rose to her toes and threw back her head, crying, "Ughhhhnnn ... comming ... Shit fuck me! I'm commmmming!" She gasped loudly as Bob's fingers dug into her fleshy hips.
Marc's prick jerked spasmodically as his sperm boiled from the distended glans to spurt into the hand towel he held tightly about its head. He shuddered then as Bob pulled out slowly and turned the girl around to face him. She crushed her mouth over his and pressed her body against him as they kissed passionately. Marc wiped himself clean, dropped the towel in the chute and backed out of the bathroom quietly as Bob spoke to the girl in hushed tones. He had been shaken by the accidental witnessing of his friend and the red-haired secretary, but he realized it had been quite gratifying to see someone else start with rape and wind up with a willing partner in sex.
He spent the remainder of the afternoon going over the accounts and, as he prepared to leave his office, Lorna-the girl from the secretarial pool-stuck her head in the door and smiled. "I'll be with you for a few days, Mr. Andrews ... Betty really has it." She cocked her head to one side and smiled again slyly as she added, "I rarely go to lunch myself ... my roommate and I usually bring ourselves a sandwich."
"Your roommate?" Marc questioned as he locked his desk.
"Uh, huh ... Sandy-Mr. Sanford's secretary. You know, the chubby little redhead ..."
Marc nodded absently as he felt his face flush. It was almost an open invitation-providing he knew what went on between Bob and his secretary. "Counting calories or dollars?' he asked, lightly, and walked to the door as she stepped aside.
"My blessings, actually-I love the work here and I'd really like to find something more permanent than the pool-you know, work with someone I understand and whom I could help."
Marc got the message and smiled back at her as he left his office. "I'll keep that in mind, Lorna," he told her, and kept walking.
Marc stopped for a sandwich and a drink on his way to Dr Murtaugh's office, and he wondered about the late appointment-he had been under the impression that Murtaugh worked very short days and that evening appointments were as dated as house calls for one of her profession. Evidently not, he concluded, and ordered a second drink before leaving the bar and grill and driving to her office.
Felcia, Murtaugh's receptionist, ushered him right in as soon as he arrived. He thanked the girl and turned to find his analyst sitting behind her desk, a pair of horn-rimmed glasses perched on her pretty nose. She looked up, smiled and waved to Felicia, then said, "Sorry about the change in appointments, Marc, but I had to spend the afternoon in court."
"No imposition," he replied. "Thanks for the late appointment."
She removed her glasses and closed a file she had been reading. "No imposition," she quipped as she stood and came around the desk. She gestured to the couch and followed Marc across the room. He removed his jacket and tie and tossed them aside as he flopped on the couch. "You feel right at home there, don't you?" Murtaugh questioned as he kicked off his loafers.
"Comfortable." he replied, and sighed heavily.
"And trusting?" she inquired.
He shrugged and glanced at her. "I suppose, why do you ask?" Sitting on the oddly shaped stool, the psychiatrist replied, "Quite often, Marc, our inability to deal with reality as we perceive it is due to our seeming inability to trust other human beings." She smiled warmly, leaned forward and added, "Do you trust me, Marc?"
He tried to read the expression on her face, but the smile told him nothing. He sighed and nodded, "I ... I suppose I do, Doctor, or I wouldn't be here."
"Fine-I feel that the establishment of trust between us will lead to your finding many of the answers you seek-within yourself."
Marc studied her face for a long moment, then asked, "In what way?"
"Well, for starters, if you trust me-really trust, Marc-you'll be more comfortable exploring yourself when you're with me. From trust comes honesty, and before you can find those answers I mentioned you're going to have to feel completely at ease with me and with your self." She gestured, "We invariably hold back, Marc ... that's the truth I'm speaking of, which differs greatly from telling something other than the truth."
He nodded, correlating what she said with what he felt, and he knew she spoke. the truth. Only occasionally did he indulge in truth as opposed to justification. "I feel I can be honest with you," he said after a few moments of contemplation.
"Close your eyes, Marc ... " she said softly. "Lay your hands at your sides and stretch out ... we'll test your trust."
Marc did as she asked him and wondered what the hell she meant about "testing" his trust in her. He sensed her rising from the stool, then he felt her ease herself down on the side of the couch near his knees. Her hand touched his; then he felt her lean across his body and touch his other hand. "Relax, Marc," she told him softly, as she stood up and walked to the head of the couch. Marc felt her hands on his brow, stroking, soothing, and her voice came to him almost as if it was far away. "Relax, Marc ... breathe deeply and just relax all your muscles ... that's it ... that's it," she purred. Then, Marc felt something being slipped over his head and he fluttered his eyelids to find himself blindfolded. Instinctively, he tried to raise a hand to see what was covering his eyes-and as he did, Marc felt a rush of panic surge through his body as he found he could not move his hands!
"Doctor Martaugh?" he questioned.
"Just relax, Marc ... you said you trusted me ... there's nothing to fear."
"But ... but my hands-I can't move them," he told her weakly.
"I know, Marc-they're bound loosely at your sides. I'll release them if it becomes uncomfortable ... or if you feel you really can't trust me."
Marc felt suddenly helpless as he struggled ineffectually against the strong bonds that held his wrists, and the fact that he couldn't see made him even more fearful of the situation. As he lay there trying to calm himself; Marc was at one with his victims-he had never once considered what it might be like to find yourself totally helpless at the hands of some other human being. Now he knew, and the feeling was just slightly short of terrifying for him. He tried to rationalize that no harm would befall him while he lay there on the comfortable couch, safe, with Dr. Murtaugh by his side, but his confidence was suddenly overcome by fear as he heard the woman's voice again-soft, soothing, but frightening in some strange way.
"Marc ... you must overcome your fear of trusting some one other than yourself ... Right now, you're helpless, and in a sense, at my mercy ... Do you realize that I could do anything to you I might desire? Interesting thought, isn't it?" He felt her move close to him as she sat by his side "Completely at my mercy ... anything I might want to do ... are you frightened'?"
Marc shook his head and replied thickly, "N ... no, I'm not."
Andrea glanced toward the man's crotch and smiled as she saw no bulge there; then she asked, "Are you sure? You don't sound as though you believe yourself."
He laughed nervously, "What the hell have I got to be afraid of? You're my psychoanalyst ... I have nothing to fear from you."
"Good ... good, Marc," she purred, and placed her palm flat on his chest. She glanced over her shoulder as Felicia entered the room, a look of apprehension on her young face. She saw Andrea nod to her and she closed the door softly and crossed the room. Rubbing in small circles, Andrea began touching the nipples of Marc's breasts through the thin material of his shirt. She felt them stiffen slightly and she told him, "I want you to concentrate for a moment, Marc ... think back to the incident of your mother and those two-niggers ... And as she spoke, she felt Marc tense slightly, and she began unbuttoning his shirt.
Marc heard the words and he shuddered as she mentioned his mother and ... and the two men who had raped her that long-ago day. The day he fucked his own mother!
"Remember how it was ... the two niggers fucking her and making her suck them? She was tied up, too, Marc and blindfolded-she really couldn't help what was happening to her-no more than you could help it if I were to force you against your will ... she was helpless, Marc ... just as you are."
"But why did she like it?" he blurted out without thinking.
The analyst smiled and glanced at the gorgeous Felicia as she stepped out of her skirt and stood gloriously naked on the other side of the couch. "Can you really wonder at that, Marc?" she asked softly, as she pulled out his shirt tails and reached for the buckle of his belt. "I'd think that would be obvious to you. After all, she was a healthy woman-you told me your father had been gone for several years at the time. The Riggers did things to her that under normal circumstances she would have been repulsed by, but she was bound and helpless and she couldn't control her emotions-or her passions. Once they had begun fucking her, it was natural for her to accept it and enjoy it."
"But ... but she enjoyed it with me, too," he said quietly, as he felt his belt freed and the zipper of his pants drawn down.
"Of course she did," the woman replied. "Many mothers have fantasies about having sex with their own sons ... there's nothing unusual about that. Can you remember what it was like, Marc-to stick your stiff young prick into your mother's juicy cunt-to fuck her and shoot your come in her pussy ... Can you remember that?" She paused momentarily, then added, "And recall what it was like when she was pressed, between those two black bodies and the niggers were fucking her in the cunt and the ass-hole ... recall what it felt like when you shoved your prick into her mouth and she sucked you until you shot all over her face ... Remember what that was like?"
"G ... good ... so good, it was so fucking good!" he moaned, as his prick throbbed painfully inside his shorts. He gasped then as he felt hands at either hip, and suddenly his trousers were pulled to his feet and he realized he was lying there nearly naked!
Andrea and Felicia stood there gazing down at the man lying bound and helpless before them. Andrea licked her lips and reached across the couch to cup Felicia's full breast. She felt the girl's nipple stiffen at her warm touch and she squeezed her gently as she said to Marc, "Yes, Marc ... it was good ... remember how good it was ... "
And Marc did-in his mind he visualized his mother lying naked on the floor, her legs spread lewdly and her wet cunt shining before him. And as he plunged his young prick into her soft cunt, he had sobbed: I'm sorry-they made me ... they made me! And as he had fucked-her, her body had begun to respond as he thrust into her deeply, and she had cried out to him: Yes ... yesssss ... do it, baby ... do it to your mommy ... fuck me ... Oh, God, Marc! Fuck me! And as he experienced the same emotions again, Marc writhed on the couch, his prick twitching and standing out stiffly from his hairy loins. Then he recalled seeing his mother sandwiched between the two sweating black men as they shoved their pricks into her cunt and ass-hole at the same time. And as though in a dream he moved closer and closer to his mother until she opened her mouth and allowed his throbbing prick to enter its soft, loving warmth.
Felicia knelt beside the couch and leaned over to close her mouth around the head of Marc's twitching prick. As she did, he gave a violent start and her honey-colored hair tumbled across his naked stomach. Above her, Andrea shook her short dark hair free from the confining scarf she had worn, then she stepped out of her skirt and laid it aside. Felicia raised her eyes without moving her mouth on Marc's prick, and saw Andrea standing there in only panties and silk hose. She watched as the smaller woman pulled down her briefs and stepped out of them, leaving her hose on without benefit of a garter belt.
Marc was surprised and a bit shocked when he felt something warm close around the bead of his prick, and it took a long moment for him to realize what it was. But then his confusion increased as he felt a woman's hair trailing over his naked belly-he knew that Dr. Murtaugh had short hair! Then, with the warm mouth still damped wetly about his cock-not moving, just holding-he heard his analyst's voice near his ear.
"Does that feel good, Marc? Is it as good as your mother's mouth on your prick?" He felt her breath on his shoulder and her hand on his breast, teasing his nipple to hardness. "Can you resist the mouth on your prick any more than your mother could resist sucking her own son's prick while she was getting fucked by those two niggers?" And Marc shivered again as she used the obscene and degrading term for Negroes. "Can you, Marc? Can you resist?"
"Ummmmmmm ... no," he moaned, and tried to thrust upwards with his hips. But he could not achieve more entry into the mouth than he already had ... for the person's ups were clamped tightly about his prick.
"Of Course you can't," Andrea told him and leaned forward to lick his stiff right nipple. A light chill went through his body as he felt her tongue touch his burning flesh. "No one could ... there is no blame for your mother, Marc ... she only responded as any human being would have under the circumstances ... the fact that she was your mother is the only reason you feel guilt for what happened ... and think about it. What if you had happened upon a neighbor woman-not your mother-and seen the same thing happening to her ... and had sex with her too. What then, would you have felt guilty about that?"
"Nooo ..." he moaned, and tried again to thrust his prick deeper into the mouth that held him tightly.
"Good ..." Andrea continued. "I want you to relax now-you're fifteen years old again, Marc, and you've been tied up in your own living room by two burglars ... they've gone and left you tied up and blindfolded ... now you hear the front door open ... you know it's your mother and you call out to her ... but seeing you lying there helpless as you are, she does not call back. Instead, she crosses the room and kneels by your side-you know it's her, but rather than let you know it is, she plays a little game and whispers gruffly, 'Do as you're told and you won't be hurt!" and then she unbuttons your pants. You wonder why she wants you to think she is someone else-and then you know as you feel her soft, warm lips encircle your throbbing prick, and she sucks you all the way into her wet throat!"
And as the fantasy took place in his mind, Marc felt the mouth on his prick slide downward and swallow him all the way to the base of his thick prick. He wondered again if he was dreaming-the doctor was talking to him, but who was sucking his prick?
"It's your mother, Marc ... she's sucking your hot young prick just as she's always wanted to do-she wants to feel you come in her mouth-wants to taste your semen as it spurts out of the head of jour beautiful young prick ... she's loving you, Marc, in the way only a mother can love a son ... and you're loving it too!"
"Ohhhhnnn, huh ... loving it ..." he groaned, as the wet mouth sucked him deeply and Felicia swirled her tongue around the head of his prick.
"Tell her, Marc ... tell your mother what you love-tell her what you want and what you want to do to her!" The analyst urged him on as she leaned over him and rubbed the nipples of her tits against the hot flesh of his belly.
"Yes ... yes, momma ... suck my prick. Let me come in your mouth ... Oh, God, that's so good, Momma! So good ... suck me, let me feel your tongue ... Uhhhhnn ... God, I want to suck you too! I want to eat your pussy, Momma ... I've never been able to tell you that ... please, let me suck your pussy! I'm not mad at you anymore ... I don't care what those ... those niggers did to you ... I don't care!"
Andrea smiled and rose up as Felicia's head bobbed slowly up and down on the man's throbbing prick. She climbed across his body and positioned herself over his mouth. The moment he felt her thighs near his face, he tried to rise and licked out with his tongue. As he touched her pubic mat, Andrea shivered and slipped her hands behind his head, then lowered her cunt to his waiting mouth. "Ohhhh ... yes yes, Marc, suck my pussy! Suck your momma's pussy, baby ... God, yes!" she wailed.
Felicia pulled off his cock and began licking just the head of it as the man began sucking Andrea's cunt. Felicia glanced to her right and saw Marc's chin protruding from beneath Andrea's ample ass cheeks, and she saw the puckered ass-hole as the woman strained forward to mash her pussy against his mouth. Lifting his heavy balls, Felicia lowered her head and let his prick rub against her cheek and silken hair as she licked his balls and fondled them lovingly. She opened her mouth wide and forced one of the egg-shaped organs past her lips and teeth; then she tongued it strongly as she felt raise his hips in an effort to assist her. Washing it heavily with her tongue, the girl let it pop out of her mouth, and she raised her head again to lick the length of his shaft like an ice-cream cone, paying close attention to the underside of his prick head where it evoked a loud response from him, muffled by Andrea's cunt.
"Ummmfff ... yethhhh ... su ... su ... ma ails ... "
She licked him up and down the length of his throbbing prick and sucked the head in to touch the slitted glans with just the tip of her tongue. She tasted the faintly acrid fluid that oozed from the glans and swallowed as his prick pulsed in her mouth. Rising up then, Felicia sat astraddle the man and guided his prick into her warm nest. As it-sank in deeply, she lowered herself down until all her weight was resting on his prick. Without-moving her I body, she began flexing the strong sphincter muscles in her pussy, and a milking sensation resulted that had Marc thrusting his hips upward. Felicia leaned forward and slipped her arms beneath Andrea's to cup her firm fits warmly.
Marc felt the mouth leave his throbbing prick and he longed to take hold of the person's head and force his prick back into that warm, sucking place. Whoever the woman was, she did know how to suck a cock, he thought, as he licked out to find Andrea's clit with his tongue. The woman above him ground her wet pussy against his sucking mouth and held his head with both hands. Marc opened his mouth and sucked in her pussy lips as she thrust her hips forward again and again. Then Marc felt the other woman climb across his body and take hold of his prick. As it slid into her wet cunt, he gasped at the tightness. She lowered herself down to test her weight on his loins.
"God ... it's in me," Felicia gasped as she pulled Andrea back towards her and massaged her breasts. Andrea submitted to the girl's warm hands as they closed about her tits, and she squirmed wildly as Marc's tongue sent rush after rush of hot sensation through her body.
"Mmmminnnn ... yes, Marc ... suck my pussy ... eat my cunt ... lick it ... make me come!" Andrea moaned lowly as she felt Felicia begin grinding her body in tight circles above Marc's thrusting prick.
The receptionist lifted her body up until just the head of Marc's prick remained inside her pussy, then she dropped her weight suddenly and a rush of sensation flooded her loins. She moved her ass in a circular motion then and felt Marc lifting his body to hers in an attempt to penetrate her cunt even deeper. She was astounded at his control, and the more she fucked up and down on his hot prick the more she wanted of it. She leaned forward and twisted Andrea's head around and crushed her mouth against the other woman's. Andrea sucked the tongue greedily as the girl behind her rolled the nipples of her fits under her palms and pinched them lightly.
"Oh, God, Felicia moaned, "comming ... I'm coming ... Jesus, I didn't think I'd ... Oh ... Oh ... Ohhh-hhh ... Ughhhhnnnn!" And her body stiffened atop Marc's prick as she moved her hips wildly and ground her cunt against his upraised loins. Marc felt the girl spasm and he knew he could not hold off much longer himself as her body jerked and stiffened while an animal-like sound poured from her mouth He felt his prick twitch inside her velvet tunnel as the muscles of her pussy seemed to milk him, and, at the same time, flood his prick and balls with her juices.
Andrea twisted off Marc's face as she felt Felicia clutch her tits painfully-she knew the girl was in the throes of orgasm and she wanted to finish her off. Shoving the girl to her back, Andrea saw Marc's prick jerk from her spasming cunt. She lowered her head quickly and thrust her tongue into Felicia's sopping pussy. She grabbed the girl's legs and threw them over her shoulders as Felicia bent backwards, hanging half off the couch across Marc's body. Tonguing her wildly and holding tight to her smooth thighs, Andrea stayed with the girl until the final wave of passion had come and ebbed and the girl lay panting and exhausted.
Marc felt his prick jerked rudely from the clasping cunt, and then the girl's body lay across his waist as loud sucking sounds came to him and her moans diminished. He realized what had happened-the girl oh his prick had been at the height of her climax and that fucking Murtaugh had climbed off his mouth to suck her pussy! Fucking dyke! he thought angrily, and moved his body against the one still lying atop him. His prick was trapped between his own belly and her back and, though he had held off, he was very near shooting his load all over the girl's naked back. Then he felt the weight decrease and the girl was helped to her feet-he listened closely and sensed that Murtaugh and the other girl were kissing, but he couldn't be sure. And it was then that Marc realized who the other woman was-it was Murtaugh's receptionist, Felicia! Why he hadn't realized it before was beyond him-he had been so caught up in the fantasy of his mother sucking his prick and then his eating her pussy, it never occurred to him to question who it was that was doing the fantastic sucking while Murtaugh spoke to him, then forced him to eat her pussy ... forced him, and again, the realization that he was totally at the mercy of these two women-how ironic, how terribly ironic!
Pulling the oddly shaped stool close to the couch, Andrea sat and spread her legs wide. Without question, Felicia dropped to her knees and buried her face in the analyst's pussy. The stool was shaped so that a woman could sit comfortably with her legs spread and another person would have ample room to place his head between the woman's legs without the edge of the stool interfering. Andrea leaned back comfortably as Felicia took long, wet licks at her wide-spread pussy lips. She ran her hand over Marc's hairy thigh and licked her lips as her hand closed about his still-throbbing prick.
"Do you still blame your mother for responding to the two men, Marc?" she asked softly as she fondled his prick.
"No ... no," he said thickly, "I can't blame her ..."
"And you understand how a person can do things without having to feel guilt for what they have done?"
"Yes ... yes, I do," he replied, and wished she'd stop talking and would do something about his prick, other than just squeezing it.
"Fine" she said huskily, then went on, "because right now I'm sitting beside you and, as I speak, I'm getting my pussy sucked ... and it's heavenly, Marc ... her mouth is soft and warm and her tongue is driving me wild ... can you envision it, Marc? Her head is between my legs and she's rubbing my legs as her tongue licks out ... and while she's doing this, I'm playing with your prick ... your beautiful stiff prick ... can you visualize it, Marc ... can you?"
In his mind's eye. Marc saw the lovely Felicia, her long hair thrown back over her naked shoulders and her head buried between the analyst's creamy thighs. sucking, licking and fucking her tongue in and out of the woman's pussy. "Yes ... God, yes!" he moaned, as her hand tightened on his prick. He felt her increase the movement on his cock, and, as she began an up-and-down motion, he knew he was only a breath away from shooting his come all over the place, and he cried out, "God, help me ... I'm comming ... do something for me ... suck me, fuck me ... stick it in ... anything!" And he thrust his hips upward as Andrea increased the stroke again. "Please," he begged.
Smiling, Andrea leaned over and took the head of his prick into her mouth as the first spurt of hot come gushed forth. It hit the roof of her mouth and slid down her throat as the second contraction came, and she swallowed greedily as he pumped his load of come down her throat. As she tasted his salty come Andrea raised her hips slightly and Felicia ran her hands beneath her to cup her ass cheeks. Andrea felt herself rising and, as Marc's prick continued to gush its sticky load of hot conic into her mouth, she cried out from around his prick as she, too, achieved her orgasm. She lifted her legs high and locked them about Felicia's shoulders and shuddered strongly as the wave broke over her tortured body. She quivered as the rush of sensation went through her, and Felicia licked her clit rapidly. Finally, it had passed for them both. Marc's prick slid limply from Andrea's wet, mouth and left a. thin trail of white come across her lips. The woman licked her lips, then the sensitive head of his prick, as Felicia raised her wet face from between the analyst's thighs. They both sighed deeply and, without speaking, walked to the small bathroom where the sounds of water running, then the toilet flushing, came to Marc, who was still bound to the couch.
When they had dressed, the two women rearranged Marc's clothing and Felicia left the inner office. Marc felt his wrists released; then the blindfold was removed from his eyes. He blinked-the office was in near darkness, but he could see the dim outline of Dr. Murtaugh as she sat near the couch, a cigarette glowing dimly in the darkness. He didn't know what to say, much less what to do-so he simply lay there quietly and waited.
Finally, Dr. Murtaugh spoke. "If you'd like, Marc I can arrange your Monday appointment at this time every week ... "
He thought about it for a moment, then replied, "Whatever suits your schedule, Doctor."
She laughed lightly, "Come now, Marc ... I think you can call me Andrea ... after all, we made quite a breakthrough with you this evening-don't you agree?"
Marc was not only confused, he was just a little angry-he was paying for an analyst, and what had he gotten? A prostitute? He sat up on the couch, tempted to reach out and slap the woman. But as the urge passed he thought of another way to pay her back. "Yes, I suppose you might say we have," he replied finally.
"Good," she said, and reached out to touch his hand. "Then I'll see you the same time next week all right?"
He stood without speaking and found his tie and jacket He stumbled out of the office without looking at Felicia and he took great gulps of air once he was outside the building. Driving straight to the nearest bar. Marc ordered a double scotch and sat there in the semi-darkness, recalling the events of the evening. And as he did he realized that for the first time since that fateful day when he had discovered his mother being raped by the two black men, he harbored no ill feelings toward her-lie had always had the confused notion that accompanies an act one knows is wrong, yet goes through with due to desire ... just like the things he did to other women. What he was doing and what happened to his own mother were no different. And he had never failed to evoke a response from one of his victims-they all enjoyed the things he did to them, just as he had enjoyed the things that Dr. Murtaugh and her receptionist had done to him that very evening. "My God!" he mumbled aloud, and the bartender looked his way. He drained his glass, tossed a bill on the bar and found his way into the night again. He looked up at the stars and took a deep breath-he had no cause to feel guilty! Not because of having sex with his mother, and certainly not because he enjoyed it. And the things he did ... the evil, perverted ways in which he sought gratification-were they wrong? He questioned himself now, for there was still a certain confusion surrounding his acts. If they were wrong, why then did the women always seem to enjoy the things he forced them to do? And why, if it was so wrong, did the majority of them beg him to come again?
Marc climbed into-his car and smiled up at the sky as he realized the only thing he was doing wrong was feeling guilty. That was it, nothing more-just guilt! "What the fuck do I have to feel guilty about?" he asked himself, as he twisted the key in the ignition. "Not a thing! Not a goddamned thing!" he nearly shouted as he slipped the clutch and spun the tires of the powerful little Porsche.
Parking a block away from the Towne residence, Marc made his way to the back of the house. It was dark and evidently the family had gone out for the evening. Quickly, he retrieved the small tape recorder and replaced the tape he had put in several days before. He slipped it into his pocket and was about to move away from the back of the house when he heard a muffled sound coming from one of the windows to his right. Cautiously, Marc moved through the darkness and positioned himself next to the window and listened. At first, he was unable to define the sound; then a soft voice whispered, "Oh ... please, Donny, don't ... please don't!"
Marc shivered as the sound of Towne's daughter's voice came to him through the open window of the bedroom; he had very nearly entered the house when he decided to replace the tape in the recorder-and that could have presented a problem. As he considered it, another voice came to him "Come on, Cindy ... it won't hurt ... I promise ... just let me put the head of it in ... please!"
"Donny," she whined, "please don't ask I'll suck you off ... you like that ... and you can come in my mouth-I won't mind."
"Shit!" the boy exclaimed, and Marc smiled inwardly at his frustration. "I oughtta just rape you-sometimes you act like a fucking prick teaser!!"
"Donny!" she exclaimed loudly. "Don't you talk to me like that!"
"I ... I'm sorry," he apologized. "It's just that you don't understand what it does to a guy ... Jesus, Cindy-I want you so bad!" And they fell silent as the sounds of heavy petting came to Marc outside the window.
He moved away from the window and made his way back to his car in the next block. The drive home took him but a half hour and as he settled back with a glass of brandy and his notebook, he was gratified to find that Peter Towne planned to be out of town that coming weekend. He was to leave on Saturday morning and his return reservation had been made for Sunday evening. That would give Marc all day Saturday-if he chose to enter the house then-or just the one night and all day Sunday. He'd have to check the other tape before he came to a decision, for if either Mrs. Towne or her stepdaughter Cindy had any plans; he would just have to wait until Saturday evening to take them.
Marc closed his notebook with a slap and realized suddenly that he had eaten nothing. He was ravenously hungry and the day's events had proven to be more enlightening than he had realized when he stormed out of Murtaugh's office.
As he prepared himself a light meal and sipped a glass of dry white wine, Marc thought about Dr. Andrea Murtaugh-and he wondered what her reaction would be to a subtle case of rape ... her own.
CHAPTER FIVE
The week passed slowly for Marc, and he found himself thinking more and more about the incident in his analyst's office on the preceding Monday. He tried not to think about what had happened, but it was impossible, and more than once, while he was working, his thoughts returned to that darkened office with him bound to the couch, having his prick sucked while Andrea Murtaugh forced her cunt against his mouth.
"Some kind of psychoanalyst ... " he mumbled aloud, and closed the account book he was working on.
�Beg pardon?" Lorna asked, as she set a cup of coffee on the corner of the desk Marc looked up in surprise-he had forgotten momentarily that he had asked Lorna to bring him a cup of coffee. He blushed lightly and smiled at the attractive brunette as he replied, "See? You've caught me talking to myself."
Lorna laughed with him and remarked, "I feel like doing that at times, Mr. Andrews ... especially when I think of going back to that damn secretarial pool," and she pouted prettily as she spoke.
Marc was aware that the girl was after Betty's job and that he had the power to give it to her; not only was the wage higher, the position was a veritable steeping-stone to a coveted "girl Friday" job of one of the senior executives. And, with the job, Marc realized, a certain status was afforded to the girls had worked their way out of the pool where they were lowest in the pecking order at Levison and Breen. He smiled at the attractive young girl as she stood looking at him, openly apprehensive.
"How old are you, Lorna?"
It was her turn to blush and she replied, "Does age have anything to do with ability, Mr. Andrews?"
"That was not the reason I asked."
"I'll be twenty-three my next birthday," she said hesitantly.
"And when will that be?"
She giggled lightly as she tossed her head to one side and told him, "Just eleven months away."
And they laughed together. "You want Betty's job, don't you, Lorna?" he asked bluntly.
The girl felt her face burn hotly, but she stood straight and thrust her full tits out as she drew her breath and answered, "I do ... and I'll do anything I have to, to get it!"
"Anything?" Marc questioned, and raised an eyebrow.
Lorna placed her hands on her firm young hips and glared at him defiantly, "Anything!"
Marc leaned back in his chair and asked her, "Did you know that Bob Sanford is having an affair with your roommate, Lorna?"
The girl dropped her eyes and simply nodded her head. When she didn't speak, Marc questioned her further, "Is that how Sandy got her job?" Again, she nodded her head slightly up and down. Marc chuckled, "I thought something was fishy when he let old Gladys go ... she'd been with him for nearly two years."
"And Betty's only been with you for one year," Lorna put in.
"So she has-she is also a very excellent secretary." He paused, and thought about all the sick leave she had taken already this year. "When she's here ... " he finished quietly.
Lorna brightened and stepped forward, "I'm never sick, Mr. Andrews-and I'm a damn sight better secretary than Betty!" She blushed again as she added, "And I'll do a whole lot more for you than she would."
"Oh?" Marc questioned, "Such as?"
"If I had the job, you'd see!"
He laughed lightly, "Sounds like a pig in a poke to me, Lorna."
A look of confusion crossed her face-she hadn't understood the meaning of his words, and she shook her head as she mumbled, "Pig in a poke ..." She shrugged, "I don't get it."
Marc looked at the girl and found her appealing; she had good legs and thighs, and if the promise of her full ass beneath her brief skirt was any indication of her sexuality, he just might consider letting Betty go back to the pool and taking Lorna as her replacement. He would, however, have to be careful although he could hire and fire personnel directly under his position, it wouldn't do to have any gossip started as to his motivation. He could use the excuse that Betty was off sick too often, or that she had committed the unforgivable sin of misfiling an account book. And as the thought went through his mind he glanced down at the last file Lorna had brought to him. The cover was lying open and the last notation was in Betty's neatly printed hand-the date of replacement was several days before. ONSTATT & WITHERS, the filing sticker read brightly. He smiled and picked up the file and glanced at Lorna.
"I won't be needing this after all, Lorna-refile it under 'W' ... and don't bother dating the replacement ... I haven't touched the figures."
She looked at him curiously, then glanced at the last replacement date and the signature. She was about to mention to him that all multiple names were filed under the first name. Then she seemed to understand. "I'll put it away now," she told him, and turned for the door.
"Lorna ... " Marc called as she reached for the doorknob. She stopped and turned as he remarked, "I'll be working through lunch again-call the switchboard and tell them I don't want to be disturbed."
"But I'll be at my desk, I can take the calls, ... "
Marc shook his head. "Rule number one-don't question your boss." He smiled, then added, "I may need you during lunch."
She caught the underlying message and nodded as she left the office, clutching the file to her full breasts.
As the lunch hour drew near, Marc paced his office impatiently. He was going to do a little testing himself and he hoped to hell he had read the girl's innuendos properly-it would be more than just embarrassing if it turned out he'd misread her and wound up with her screaming all over the office! But perhaps there was a way, he thought as he glanced toward the door of the toilet he shared with Bob Sanford ... if Bob would be accommodating, that is.
On impulse, he pushed through the toilet and entered his friend's office.
Bob looked up as Marc entered. He lay down his pen and queried, "What can I do for you, chum ... run out of paper clips?"
"No," Marc replied, "I didn't ... but there's some thing you can do for me, buddy-boy," and he smiled mysteriously as he sat on the edge of the man's desk.
It was only a few minutes past twelve when Lorna looked up and found the light flashing on her console. She touched the reply button and the light blinked out as she stood and crossed to the door of Marc's inner office. Drawing in her breath, she reminded herself how very desperately she wanted the job and reminded herself, too, just how far Sandy had gone to get her job with Bob Sanford. Of course, Sandy had never come right out and said so, but the obvious fact was that she had allowed Bob to have sex with her. Lorna shivered a bit and forced herself to enter the office-she wanted that job!
Had she found Marc Andrews sitting naked behind her desk, she could have handled it, but the pretty young brunette was not ready for what awaited her beyond the door of the inner office: the blinds were drawn and the lights out, and it was nearly dark inside. The bravado she had displayed earlier when she had been confronted by Andrews about wanting Betty's position left her as she entered the darkened room. She closed the door quietly and stood bra moment, allowing her eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. She took a few hesitant steps into the office and swallowed thickly as a sudden fear welled up in her chest and she felt her heart pound heavily. For, as brazen as she had acted earlier, Lorna was in truth a quiet girl-reserved in her dealings with others and often withdrawn. Until she had moved in with the girl, Sandy, she would never have entertained the thought of using her feminine charms to secure a job-one that rightfully belonged to another woman. Now she was about to do that very thing, and she fought the impulse to run, to be gone from this dark office and the peril it seemed to hold for her as she stood quietly and listened to the sound of her own breathing. Lorna was no stranger to sex-she had been initiated at an early age with her own brothers, and though there was no lasting shame or damage from her incestuous relationships with the two older boys, she had yet to step out of the family circle for sex with another man. And, in a sense, Lorna was a virgin-at least in her mind, for all through school she had denied her favors to the boys who dated her, only to run home to sneak into her brothers' room while her parents slept soundly downstairs.
"Lorna," Marc called out softly from the darkness.
The girl gave a start and cocked her head as his voice came to her. "Mr. Andrews?" she whispered in return.
"Shushhh ..." he cautioned, and she turned her head to see him standing in the darkened doorway of the restroom across the office. And he beckoned to her with his hand as she simply stood there and looked at him.
Finally, Lorna gathered her courage and crossed the office to where he stood. She shuddered slightly as she felt his hand on her elbow. "Why is it so dark?" she questioned softly.
"Be quiet!" he commanded, and gripped her arm tightly "if you really want that job, Lorna all you have to come into the toilet with me."
"Ummm ... what for, Mr. Andrews? I mean why the toilet?" she asked, and wondered what kind of perversion she was going to be exposed to.
"You'll see," he said mysteriously. "Just keep quiet-no matter what you see, don't say a word. Do you understand?"
Lorna wondered what there was to be seen in an executive's toilet, but he was so firm about it that it frightened her. Again, she swallowed back her fear and nodded dumbly. Marc led her into the toilet and pulled the door closed behind them. It was much darker inside the narrow cubicle than in the office and again a rush of fear went over the young woman. She felt herself guided to the far door and she stood pressed against the cool wall as Marc opened the door a crack and pressed close to her in the still darkness of the toilet.
Lorna stifled a gasp as she looked into the other office and realized whose it was. She looked on in wide-eyed amazement as she saw her roommate standing in the dimly ht room, Sandy was in the process of removing her clothing as Bob crossed the office to lock the door from the inside. She swallowed drily as the chubby redhead unsnapped the short skirt she wore, stepped out of it and laid it over the back of a chair. She kicked off her high-heeled pumps and turned her back then as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it. Raising her hands behind her, she unfastened her brassiere and pulled it from her body to lay it with her other things. Wearing only panties, garter belt and hose, the woman turned then to face Bob as he disrobed. Lorna fought back the urge to flee as she saw the man removing his clothing. As he pulled off his pants and laid them aside, she saw the huge bulge beneath the thin material of his shorts. As he pulled them off, Lorna bit her lip-his rock-hard prick stood out stiffly from his muscled loins. She watched then, dimly aware of the man beside her, as Bob crossed the office and stood before the attractive redhead. He said something to her, but Lorna could not hear clearly enough to make out the words. Sandy's action, however, told her clearly what the man had said. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she drew them down to her knees, then shrugged them off her feet in an easy gesture. Standing straight, her heavy breasts jutted out from her body, and Lorna felt a chill go through her as Bob reached out to cup them both fully with his hands. She swallowed again as Sandy reached out and took hold of the man's prick and held it warmly with both her hands.
Lorna gave a start as she felt Marc's hand on her hip. Soon she felt him pressing against her body with his. It was suddenly stifling in the dark confines of the toilet, and she drew in her breath deeply, fighting the panic that welled up inside her as she watched the lewd display of overt sex in the next room. But as she watched Sandy kneeling before Bob, she felt a twinge of heat in her own body, and as Sandy opened her mouth and placed the head of Bob's prick in her obscenely ovaled mouth, Lorna felt a rush of blood to her head. She had never before witnessed the act of sex, and, watching now, she recalled the times she had crept into her older brothers' room to climb quietly beneath the covers to lie between their hot young bodies, to let them fondle her, play with her tits and pussy, and to hold each of their throbbing cocks in her hands. She had often sucked one while the other fucked her; and on several occasions she had allowed them both to fuck her at the same time. But that was different! Her warped sense of reality told her as she watched Sandy sucking the man's prick in the next room. They were my brothers ... it's not the same!
Lorna felt Marc's hand as it moved down the side of her body and lifted the hem of her skirt. As his fingers touched the bare flesh of her thigh she shuddered lightly and found herself pressing against him in the darkness. She could feel the outline of his prick inside his trousers against her left leg, and she longed to take hold of it-to feel its smooth flesh and warm pulsing head. As she gazed again at Sandy, she somehow wished it were she on her knees with Bob's huge prick throbbing in her mouth. She moaned softly and felt Marc stiffen beside her; then he touched a finger to her lips and she shivered again at the touch of him. She reminded herself that they were there secretly, and if Bob and Sandy found out that they were being watched ... but it was too horrible to think about!
Marc felt the woman's flesh quiver under his touch and as his hand closed on her bare thigh he felt her pressing her body against his. He raised his hand under her skirt and moved it flatly over the silken surface of her lower belly. He felt the stiff mat of pubic hair beneath the thin material of her panties, then moved his hand upward to find her flesh smooth and warm above the waistband. Working his fingers inside, he moved his body back slightly and pulled down the zipper of his trousers to free his bulging prick. With it outside his pants, he pressed against the girl again and moved his right hand down inside her tight panties until the tips of his fingers touched the wiry hair above her pussy. She shuddered again and, as she did, he took her left hand and guided it to his hot prick. He felt her stiffen as her hand came in contact with the throbbing rod of flesh; then he smiled inwardly as she closed her fingers about it and held it tightly with no further urging. They stood like that and watched as Sandy sucked Bob's prick lavishly just a few feet away. He stood with his legs spread, holding onto the sides of her face as he moved in and out in an obscene fucking motion, using her mouth for the receptacle of his lust. His prick glistened dully in the dim light as he withdrew it and Sandy's lips curled about its swollen head; then he thrust forward with his hips to bury it in her sucking mouth again. Each time he did, her cheeks hollowed and she stroked his huge nut-sac with one hand while she cupped the cheeks of his ass with the other.
Lorna felt Marc move his hand beneath her panties; then she was shocked as he placed her hand on his naked prick. She let her fingers linger for a moment; then she took hold of it, unable to deny the desire she felt building in her own young body. She stroked his stiff prick and felt it pulse against her palm as she gripped it tightly. She felt Marc move his hand lower, and she instinctively spread her legs a bit as his fingers encountered her mons and stroked the thick bush of hair there. She gasped then as the tips of his fingers plied the flesh of her cunt lips and wormed inside the velvet softness of her body. As he stroked her swollen cut gently, she leaned heavily against him and took hold of the head of his prick to squeeze it, then release it; then the squeezed it again. Lorna was submitting to his subtle manipulations willingly as he caressed her cunt gently and lovingly with just the tips of his fingers. She stroked his prick again and again and wished she could take it in her mouth just as Sandy had taken Bob's in hers. She looked on then as she felt Marc pull her panties down below her thighs, and she helped him as he removed them all the way.
Marc unfastened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and pulled, down his shorts as he removed his loafers, then stood naked from the waist down in the dark toilet. Unbuttoning his shirt, he glanced over Lorna's shoulder as Sandy stood and crushed her mouth over Bob's while he held her tightly to him, cupping the abundant cheeks of her lovely ass with both hands as she pressed her body to his. Marc lifted his hands to Lorna's waist and freed the catch of her skirt. She gave a start, but offered no resistance as he lowered it over her full hips, and she stepped out of it willingly. As she stood there half naked, she felt Marc's hands at her neck; he unfastened the catch there and drew down the zipper of her blouse. She slipped it over her head and again felt his hands on her back; her bra was removed then and she suddenly realized she was as naked as her roommate in the next room. And with that thought she looked to see Bob on his knees before Sandy; he lifted his face to her dark red muff of pussy hair and ran his hand up the backs of her legs; and, as Lorna watched, Bob began kissing Sandy's pussy! She could not believe her eyes-she had heard of such things, but she certainly had not believed they actually happened! Awed, she looked on as Bob ran his hands to the cheeks of Sandy's ass and pulled her to him, his mouth glued to her cunt. Lorna felt Marc's hands on her waist then and she leaned back against him as he raised his hands to cup her full tits. She felt his stiff prick against the cheek of her ass and she wiggled a little as it slid between the twin moons of her ass an nested warmly between her legs, just touching the bottom of her pussy. She sucked in her breath as his right hand left her tit and moved smoothly over her belly, then brushed her pubic hair to close around her mons as his finger entered her cunt. She pushed against his hand and felt his stiff prick throb between her legs. Lorna swallowed drily and looked again as Bob lifted his wet face from the girl's pussy and stood slowly to gather her naked body into his arms.
Marc massaged the girl's lush tit and felt her nipple stiffen under his touch. She pushed against the hand on her pussy, then lifted her own hand to close it over his. As his linger moved in and out of the folds of wet flesh between her legs, Marc became aware that she, too, was fingering herself. He moved his hand away, then placed it back over hers as she wormed her middle finger into her cunt.
"Yes," Marc whispered in her ear, "fingerfuck yourself, Lana ... see how good it feels? Stick it in and play with yourself ... that's it ... that's it."
Lorna heard his obscene words and realized she was doing that very thing. She hadn't even realized that he had moved his hand over hers until she heard his voice, and a sudden rush of excitement filled her body as she felt his hand push hers while she stroked her turgid clit with the tips of her fingers. Reaching further between her legs, Lorna felt the head of Marc's prick nested in the wet flesh of her cunt. She bent forward slightly as she touched his prick and felt it slide into her an inch. She sucked her breath sharply then as Marc took hold of her hips and forced her legs wider apart. Then he thrust forward to shove his throbbing prick into her pussy from behind.
Marc felt his prick enter the woman's cunt and he was amazed at its tightness-he had to force his way upward as she seemed to tense, and he held her hips tightly as he worked his prick into the soft warmth of her body. She squirmed against him and, as he achieved full penetration, he felt the cheeks of her ass pressing against his pubic hair and belly. The sensation was almost too much for him as she ran one hand to his hip to touch him and placed the other over her own cunt where his prick filled it and stretched the lips wide. He felt her fingers stroking the underside of his prick as she bent forward slightly, and he realized she was masturbating as he held her tightly. He had just begun to pull his prick out of her to plunge it in deeply again, but Lorna pushed back against him and would not let him move. He stood still then as she fingered herself, not moving, barely breathing as she watched, in fascination, the scene in the next room.
Marc held very still as the woman fingerfucked herself with his prick buried in her cunt, and he watched, too, the couple just a few feet away: Bob took Sandy and led her to a high-backed leather chair that sat beside the desk. He pulled the chair around so that it faced the desk, its back at right angles to the door of the toilet. Then he forced her to lean over the leather back. As she did he took hold of his prick, rubbed it between her wide-spread legs, then shoved the head of it against her tightly puckered ass-hole. The girl gasped and moaned as he shoved his prick into her tight ass-hole. Lorna saw what was happening and a thrill went through her as she remembered the wonderful sensation of her brother's prick in her ass and she stroked herself more rapidly as she pressed her body back against Marc's. As her passion rose, she saw Bob take hold of Sandy's full hips and thrust deeply into her with his throbbing cock.
"Jesus!" Sandy groaned, "That's so good Ughhhnnn ... so fucking good, Bob ... fuck me in the ass, baby ... fuck me hard ... Jesus, fuck me!"
"I like your tight ass-hole, Sandy," Bob told her as he leaned forward to take hold of her tits with his hands. "I like fucking you in the ass ... I like touching you, eating your pussy and being able to take you like-this!"
"I ... I know you want to fuck my pussy," the plump girl sobbed out as he stroked her deeply, "but ... ughhhnnn ... oh, I'd rather, you ... oh, God?" She cried out and moved her right hand between her legs to fingerfuck herself just as Lorna was doing. "This is so good-I feel so filled with you God, fuck me Bob ... fuck me in the ass!"
Marc felt himself getting hotter as the couple fucked lewdly just beyond the door, and the girl's tight pussy seemed to be milking his aching prick as he held her body close to his. "Me ... me ... too!"
Lorna begged suddenly and straightened to pull his prick out of her cunt. He was totally unprepared for her next move as she reached between them, grabbed hold of his wet prick and tried to force it into her tightly puckered ass-hole.
"Yesss," she hissed and thrust her ass back at him. "do me there ... fuck me there ... in the ass!"
Marc eased forward and took hold of the girl's hips as she moved against him. He felt the head of his prick as it pushed its way into her ass-hole, past the first tight ring of muscle. Then the second opened up like a tight flower and he was inside her.
"Ohhhhh she moaned, and Marc raised his hands to her lips again to silence her. Taking hold of his hand, Lorna sucked his finger into her warm mouth, and he thrilled as her tongue licked between his fingers and sent chills up and down his spine. Again, she moved her hand to her own cunt and began fingerfucking herself wildly as he pulled his prick out and shoved forward again to bury it in her ass-hole. In the next room, Bob pumped his swollen prick into the pretty red-head's ass, and he sucked his breath loudly as she bucked against him and cried out.
"Jesus! Yes! Ohhhhhh ... fuck me, Bob ... fuck my ass-hole ... shoot your come into my ass ... oh, shit ... I'm commmmmming!" And her whole body stiffened as Marc and Lorna watched; she shuddered and gasped for breath as Bob groaned with her, and it was obvious that he was shooting his load into her. He bunched forward, crushing her fully tits in his hands as he quivered and his knees shook Then, he rose up slowly and stroked the woman's back as she wiggled against him.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed, "you are good ... so fucking good!" And he pulled his shrinking prick out of her clasping ass-hole to turn her around to face him. He kissed her softly as the fucking couple in the toilet watched, then asked her, "But why don't you want me to fuck you in the cunt, Sandy?"
The girl dropped her eyes and replied, "I ... I don't want to take a chance of getting pregnant, Bob ... I can't take the pill-I gain so much weight." She pulled him to her as she added, "But you can fuck me in the ass any time you want-you make it so good for me!"
Marc swallowed thickly as he felt himself coming and he held onto Lorna tightly as she shuddered against him, He knew that both Bob and Sandy would be wanting to use the toilet shortly, and he had promised Bob that he would not be there when they had finished. But Lorna didn't seem inclined to stop as she bucked against his loins. She thrust backwards and fingered her clit as Marc tried to hold back. But he could not, and a moment of panic surged through him as he saw Bob say something to Sandy, then turn for the toilet.
Lorna had her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and she didn't see Bob as he walked naked toward the toilet. Marc started to say something as the man reached for the door knob, but he was within an inch of shooting his load into the girl's tight ass-hole and he simply pulled her backwards. The two of them sat heavily on the toilet as Bob opened the door and stepped into the narrow room.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed as he flipped on the light and saw both Marc and the new girl naked. At first he thought she was just sitting on his lap, but then he saw her fingers in her cunt and he realized that Marc was fucking her in the ass just as he had Sandy.
Lorna's eyes came open the moment the light came on and she looked up in horror as she saw the naked man standing before her. Marc's prick was buried in her ass-hole and she had almost achieved orgasm when he had pulled her backwards and they had sat down heavily. "Ohhh ..." she exclaimed, and covered her mouth with her hand.
"It's all right," Marc whispered to her as Bob closed the door and looked at the girl lustfully. "He won't say anything Lorna ... go ahead ... get your nuts, baby ... fingerfuck yourself until you come!"
Bob swallowed as the girl closed her eyes again and resumed fingering herself while Marc squirmed beneath her full ass, his prick buried in her ass-hole. Quickly, he turned on the water and reached for a hand towel. He cleansed his prick with soap and water, the looked down at the girl as she writhed atop Mares prick. He took hold of his newly stiff prick and mined to her as she licked her lips sensuously, and he caught the subtle nod from Marc as he realized what his friend wanted to do.
Lorna felt Bob's hands on her face as she writhed in near ecstasy, and, as she fluttered her eyelids, he kissed her fully on the mouth. The feel of a strange man's mouth on hers gave way to a new rush of passion as he stood up and rubbed the head of his prick against her lips. Without thinking, Lorna reached out and took hold of his prick with her free hand and opened her mouth to accept him. She sucked just the head of his prick and held him tightly as the prick in her ass-hole pulsed. She knew front the feeling that Marc was just about to come and she sucked Bob deeply then, in an effort to bring him off, too. Bob's prick twitched as she laved the sensitive head with her tongue and moved her hand up and down the length of his shaft as she sucked him. She felt herself shudder again as Marc reached around her to move his hand over hers and to hold her fit with the other hand.
Bob looked down at the fantastic sight of the girl sucking his throbbing prick while Marc fucked her in the ass, and he shivered as her hand moved over the length of his prick. He knew he was going to blow his nuts again and it surprised him-especially so soon after the hot session with Sandy; But the whole scene was so totally erotic that he felt he could go on coming all day. Pulling back, Bob watched his wet prick slide from the girl's sucking lips and as her tongue swirled the underside of the swollen head he thrust forward again to bury his prick in her hot, wet mouth.
Marc watched in fascination as Lorna sucked Bob's prick just inches away from his face. He forced his middle finger into her cunt as she writhed above him. Together, they rubbed her swollen cut as she twisted atop his prick. He felt himself throbbing and he knew he could hold out no longer as her clasping ass-hole contracted and sent wave after wave of sensation through his pulsing prick. He massaged her tits as she twisted in his lap, and their fingers entwined in the hairy, wet gash of her cunt as she sucked the other man's prick. Marc felt the first contraction approaching and he moaned softly. Then the bathroom door flew open.
The fucking, sucking trio froze as Sandy stood naked in the doorway, a look of shock on her pretty face. Her mouth was open wide and she blinked as she recognized her roommate despite the distorted appearance of her face with Bob's prick in her mouth.
"Good God!" she exclaimed, and shook her head. Bob reached out and touched her swaying tits with his left hand and told her, "Come on in ... the water's fine," He pinched her nipple lightly as she swallowed drily.
Lorna tried to pull herself off Bob's prick, but he held her head tightly as the other girl entered the narrow toilet area. Marc looked up at her lovely white body and reached out to run his hand over her belly as she stood close to him. He ran his hand over her well-fleshed hip: to cup her ass cheek as Lorna resumed her sucking.
"God, I've never ..." Sandy muttered, gazing down at her friend as she sucked Bob's prick.
Marc motioned her with his head and she came closer as Bob's arm encircled her and he, too, fondled her naked ass. Marc leaned over slightly to his right and kissed the dark red thatch of pubic hair above the girl's cunt, and the moaned softly, then spread her legs as she understood what he wanted to do. The moment his mouth came in contact with her pussy, Sandy shuddered and pulled Marc's face into her wet cunt. She writhed nakedly as his tongue sought and found her turgid clit and licked it sensuously.
Bob looked down as Marc licked and sucked Sandy's cunt, and then he forced his middle finger into Sandy's ass-hole as Lorna took the entire length of his prick into her hot young mouth again. The four of them moved in unison and, again, Marc felt his juices rising as Sandy pressed her warm body to his sucking mouth.
"Ummmmm ... ummmmmmm," Lorna moaned as she felt Marc's prick throb inside her tightly clasping ass-hole. She shuddered then as her finger rubbed her clit wildly and Marc's entered her more deeply.
"Yes!" Marc cried, "Now ... now, Lorna I'm coming ... coming! I'm going to commmmme!" His body stiffened under her as his prick erupted deep inside her ass-hole to send spurt after spurt of hot semen into her bowels. He shuddered and rammed his tongue into Sandy's wet cunt and she, too, shuddered and cried out ...
"Ughhhnnn ... Jesus ... you people are too much I'm coming toooooo! Suck me eat my cunt Jesus ... Oh, shit ... Ughhhnnn!" She shivered as the first spasm took her and she clutched at the back of Marc's head as he laved her wet cunt with his tongue and lips.
Bob shoved forward as his first contraction came and he felt Lorna gag. He held tightly to her head as his prick swelled inside her throat and bunt forth with great hot globs of sticky white come. His knees shook and he jammed his finger deeper in Sandy's ass-hole as she quivered hotly beside him.
Lorna felt the prick in her ass-hole spun its load and she drew in. her breath sharply as both Sandy and Marc cried out; then Bob's prick was shoved all the way into her throat and, for a brief moment, she fought the panic of gagging as she felt his hot come splash against her tortured throat muscles. Then he pulled back an inch and she caught the next two spurts on her tongue. As she tasted it, her orgasm broke over her and she shuddered wildly as Maw plunged his fingers deeper inside her cunt. She sucked Bob's wilting prick and milked it for the last precious drop of his semen; then she swallowed and felt the slippery come as it went down her throat. She licked the head of his sensitive prick and looked up as he pulled back from her and Sandy sagged in his arms.
"Jesus!" Bob exclaimed, "That was wild ..."
"Oh, shit!" Sandy followed. "I've never been that fucking hot before!" She shook her head, "If there had been a spare prick, I'd have sucked it," and the others laughed.
Lorna looked up at Bob and her face flushed brightly. "You ... you scared the hell out of me when you walked in ... "
"How do you think I felt when Sandy came in on all of us?"
They all laughed again and Marc patted Lorna's smooth thigh, then raised both hands to cup her full tits. "Well, it looks like we've both got new secretaries, Bob ... and perhaps, just perhaps, old Levison and Breen won't be such a bad place to slave after all!"
Lorna heard him and she heaved a sigh of relief as she realized she had the job. She felt suddenly secure with Marc's hands holding her tits firmly and his prick still buried in her ass-hole and she turned her head slightly as Bob and Sandy kissed passionately. Marc covered her mouth with his and as they shared tongues a new thrill went through her young body-the thrill of belonging.
CHAPTER SIX
The following morning Marc called the Records Department and spoke to the supervisor. "Jack, my new secretary is having a problem locating one of the files, Onstatt and Withers. It's my account and I was wondering where the hell it's at."
"I'll run a quick check, Marc-perhaps the new girl mis-filed it."
"I don't think so-I haven't worked on it for several days-but let me know what you find out?"
An hour later, with the Onstatt file on his desk, Marc called Personnel and asked to have Betty replaced by Lorna. He explained the situation to the personnel manager and added, "Betty's an excellent girl, Todd, but she's off so often, and I keep looking up and finding a new face trying to figure out what the hell I want."
"I understand, Marc. I'll notify Payroll and have Betty reassigned to the pool-if you're sure the new girl will work out."
Marc smiled up at Lorna as he ran his hand between her legs and touched her pubic hair. She returned his smile as he encountered her naked pussy beneath her short skirt. "Ah, yes, Todd, I've got a feeling she's going to work out fine."
As he replaced the receiver, he stroked the girl's naked cunt and told her, "There's a time for work and a time far play let me know when you run out of work."
"I'll do that, Mr. Andrews," she said huskily and leaned forward to kiss him lightly as he fondled her cunt.
When Lorna had left the office Marc sat back and thought about the new relationship-it was the first time in years that he had put any energy into seducing a woman. He had learned long ago that it was an exercise in futility to seek sex in return for dinner and dancing, and it seemed that every time he had done so the female wanted a ring on her finger in return for sexual favors. Rape was much simpler to his way of thinking-there were no emotional entanglements, no obligations, and despite the ends he often went to to accomplish a sexual encounter, he found it was also cheaper in the long run. The only drawback, as Marc realized, was the fact that someday he might get caught. But that was a dark shadow he had learned to live with, and, as he lived with it, he stayed, aware of that possibility by going to lengths the usual rapist would not consider. For, unlike most rapists, Marc did not want to get caught-he did not want to punish himself. But as he thought about it, he questioned himself: was the situation with Lorna any different from his elaborate rape scenes? He had, in a sense, forced her against her will to have sex with him the fact that she enjoyed it, notwithstanding. Now, if she was content with the job and nothing more, perhaps they might enjoy a decent relationship, free of expectations.
The weekend arrived and found Marc nervously awaiting nightfall on Saturday. Friday evening he had gone to the Towne residence retrieved the second tape and removed the recorder; then he had entered the house through the patio doors and checked the layout. It was a modest three-bedroom home with a large family room located just off the dining room. He was careful not to disturb anything, and he left the house as he had found it. The second tape had confirmed for him that Peter Towne would be gone until Monday and that his wife had no plans for Saturday evening. Cindy, however, had spoken to her boyfriend and they had plans for a movie-which was no problem as far as Marc was concerned. She would simply be a little late for the "party" he had planned for the Towne household.
An hour after sunset, Marc drove to the lot where he kept his second automobile and exchanged his Porsche for it. The excitement welled in his loins as he drove across town to keep his appointment in the quiet neighborhood where the unsuspecting young housewife sat quietly before her television, having told her stepdaughter-to be in early.
Barbara Towne stretched lazily and got up from the recliner. She crossed the room to the bar and poured a liberal amount of vodka into a glass, dropped in an ice cube, then filled the glass with orange juice. She looked about the comfortably furnished den and sighed heavily. She was lonely and she was bored. Pete's trips out of town were becoming more frequent and it seemed his thirst for money outweighed his thirst for his wife. Barbara had given much thought to the possibility of just such a situation before she had consented to marry Pete the year before, but she had found his mature manner extremely refreshing following a bad marriage with her first husband-a man her age with none of Pete's savoir faire. Now she longed for some of the crazy, childlike stunts that her first husband had constantly surprised her with.
Again she sighed and thought, Well, at least my life with Pete is predictable ... even if it is boring as hell! And even her stepdaughter had cooled to her following her marriage to Pete, and the relationship Barbara had hoped for had never come to pass between them. The girl, who was nearly seventeen, seemed to resent her presence in the home, and she had become both jealous and overprotective where her father was concerned. But Barbara knew the girl would be gone in just a few short years and then, perhaps, her problems would be over-perhaps Pete would spend a little more time with her and less time trying to make enough money to meet their expenses.
Barbara drained her glass and poured herself another drink. She was feeling a little light-headed from the strong liquor, but she didn't care-it helped soothe the lonely ache she felt inside as she looked about the empty house, and it helped to dull another ache she had been carrying around in her lovely young body for some weeks-the ache of unanswered sexual needs. Sex for Pete was usually a Saturday night obligation and, invariably, Barbara was left wanting after a hasty hick and a kiss goodnight. She wanted some excitement and sensuality in her life-but it was not to be found in the Towne house-hold.
Standing at the bar, she drained her glass again and poured in just vodka. She dropped another ice cube into the clear liquid and tasted it. She was getting drunk, and she knew it, but at that moment drunk was more appealing than lonesome. She looked down at her body and felt a chill go through her loins-she was wearing a pair of powder-blue hip-huggers and a short halter top. Beneath, she was bra-less, and as the liquor coursed through her veins like liquid fire she found herself suddenly aroused. She set the glass on the bar and lifted the short hem of her blouse to cup her full breasts with her hands. As she massaged them, she felt the nipples stiffen, and she licked her lips as she closed her eyes and imagined that the hands belonged to someone else.
Standing in the darkness of the kitchen, Marc looked on as the lovely young housewife fondled her own tits, and he smiled beneath the ski mask he wore. He had been right in choosing this family, he thought, as Barbara let her right hand move slowly and sensually over her naked belly to snake inside her tight-fitting pants. Her hand made an obscene bulge as it made its way downward toward her pussy, and Marc felt his prick rising as the woman began rubbing her cunt while she fondled her own tits.
This was going to be a bit different, he thought, as he stepped from the darkened doorway of the kitchen and entered the den. He moved silently and quickly to where the woman stood, leaning against the bar, fingering herself lewdly with her eyes closed.
"Is that good?" he asked softly.
Barbara gasped aloud and opened her eyes to find a masked person standing before her. A look of shock crossed her face and then she blushed deeply as she realized she had been caught masturbating herself. "Oh!" she cried, and looked at the figure all dressed in black. Her eyes went to his gloved hands and she suddenly realized the intruder had broken into her, home. "Wh ... what do you want?" she asked in a trembling voice, as she tried to move back and found herself trapped between two barstools.
Marc reached out and took hold of her wrist. "You," he said softly.
"Oh, God!" Barbara exclaimed. "You're going to kill me!"
"No!" he told her firmly, "I'm not here to hurt you, Babs ... quite the contrary-providing you don't resist me."
As his words sunk in, Barbara pulled herself up straight and told him, "My ... my husband is due home any time ... and our daughter is ... "
Marc laughed and cut her off as he exerted a bit of pressure on her slender wrist. "Your husband is in Sacramento and won't be back until Monday-and Cindy has gone to a movie with her boyfriend, Donny." He saw the look of confusion on her face and added, "Pete's away pretty often these days, isn't he, Babs?"
She shook her head in confusion-the fact that he knew all of their names stunned her, and she suddenly felt that this man was someone they all knew. How else could he know so much about them? "I ... I don't understand," she said and shook her head. "How could you know that-I mean who are you?"
Again Marc laughed and pulled her to him. She struggled feebly for a moment, then went limp in his arms as she realized she was no match for his strength. "I know all about you, Babs. Who I am doesn't matter-but what I am, does." As Marc spoke to her softly, he ran his hands over her full buttocks and then under the sheer, blouse she wore. She shivered at his touch and as he moved his gloved hands over her tits. She shuddered involuntarily and felt her body responding to his caress.
"What you are?" she questioned cautiously.
"Yes ... I'm a man who's come to pleasure you; Babs-we're going to do things that you've been dreaming about-longing for. And we're going to have all night, all day tomorrow and tomorrow night to do them in!"
"Oh ..." she said, as his hands lifted her blouse and pulled it over her head easily. Standing half naked before the stranger, Barbara felt a sudden thrill-it was almost as if her prayers had been answered. Then his words sank in. "But ... but what about Cindy? She'll be home in an hour or so."
"I know, I know," Marc told her, and leaned forward to close his mouth over the erect nipple of her left breast.
Barbara looked down at the mouth behind the ski mask as it opened, then sucked the nipple of her tit into its erotic wet warmth She shivered again and thought about her teenage stepdaughter, Cindy. Marc raised his head, she questioned, "But she's only a child-surely you wouldn't ... "
"Fuck her?" he laughed. "Babs, before this weekend is over you may well learn that Cindy is not so much of a child as you think!" He stood back from her. "Take off your pants!"
"But ..." she began to protest.
"Or I'll take them off for you!" he cut her off.
Barbara unsnapped the catch at her side, then drew down the zipper as the man watched. She felt the cool rush of air on her sweaty body as she drew down the tight-fitting stretch pants and stepped Out of them. She looked up and caught his nod, and she pulled down the bikini briefs and removed them too. Marc reached for the bottle of vodka on the bar and splashed a measure into the woman's glass. He tasted it, then handed it to her. She took it with nervous fingers and drained it, closing her eyes as she did.
Barbara opened her eyes and blinked as the fiery liquid burned her throat. She gulped as she saw Marc drew down the zipper of his pants and leer at her through the slitted eyeholes of the ski mask. She swallowed thickly and felt a sudden fear of this unknown man who had forced her to strip naked in the den of her own home, then talked about what he was going to do to her and her stepdaughter. The fear rose in her throat as she stared dumbly at his open fly-she could see the dark, coarse pubic hair inside his pants, and, from the bulge just below, she knew that he was aroused. She began shaking her head from side to side slowly as he reached out again and touched her bare tit with the tips of his gloved fingers. She shivered at his touch and stifled back the scream that threatened to escape her lips.
He asked softly. "Isn't this what you really want, Babs?" She looked at him as he spoke, for his voice seemed totally out of the context of his frightening appearance. "Go ahead-there's no one here but you and I ... and when you thought you were alone, you were about to fingerfuck yourself."
"Don't ... don't talk that way to me!" she protested loudly and surprised herself at the tone of voice that came from her fear-constricted throat.
Marc laughed as the woman raised her hand to her mouth and covered it. "Do the words make the act any more or less than it actually is, Babs?" He laughed again and stroked her quivering belly. She drew back from him and found the hard edge of the bar pressing against her back. "Be honest with yourself ... you want me to take you-to force you to do things you've been dreaming about ... you want me to suck your pussy-fuck you and let you suck my prick ... admit it!"
"Nooo!" she wailed, and buried her face in her hands as the obscene words assaulted her ears. "Noooo! Just go away-leave me alone please, I won't tell anyone, I promise ... I promise!"
"I'll go away, Babs, but not just yet I came here to have sex with you-and with Cindy. Grand and glorious sex-just the three of us-sucking and fucking and playing with each other's bodies. Have you ever made love with another woman?"
Her face burned hotly and she felt dizzy suddenly as his words became more and more, obscene. She lowered her hands from her face and saw that he had pulled his prick out of his trousers. She gasped at the sight of it-standing out stiffly from the fly of his pants and she shook her head again as she whined, "Noooo ... please, don't make me do those things!"
"No, I won't make you ... but you'll do them and you'll do all that I ask you to do because you'll want to!" and he reached for her hand and guided it to his throbbing prick.
Barbara felt his hot throbbing flesh against the palm of her hand and, again, she was torn between fear and desire. The hot cock in her hand represented all that she had longed for during the past lonely weeks, but as she curled her fingers about its pulsing girth she felt the fear of the unknown gnawing at her insides. Slowly, the fear subsided and, as the man made no moves toward her, she closed her eyes and began pulling gently at his prick of her own volition.
"That's better, Babs," he told her and moved forward a step to guide her other hand to his prick. He stood there very still then as the woman rubbed the sensitive flesh of his prick head with her fingers and fondled the length of it with both hands. He watched the subtle change come over her as she licked her lips and her breathing became shallow. He knew that, playing with his prick as she was, she was becoming aroused again, and it would only be a matter of time before she felt safe and relaxed enough to throw off the mantle of fear that the majority of his victims wore in the beginning.
As she manipulated the warm flesh of the man's cock, Barbara felt her excitement rise and she swallowed back the fear as it diminished and was replaced with lustful thoughts of the instrument she held in her hands like a precious jewel. She stroked the satin flesh and felt it pulse strongly as she moved her own body closer to his. Almost unconsciously, she thru St. her hips forward to rub the head of his throbbing prick against her mat of pubic hair Marc looked down as she moaned and saw the bulging head of his prick buried in the wiry growth above her pussy. She spread her legs slightly and, as she did, the smooth head of his prick came in contact with the moist flesh of her hot cunt. He saw the honey-colored hair on either side of her cunt lips, and he raised his hands to her shoulders as she began rubbing his prick up and down the length of her pussy and moaning as though she was in pain.
"Ohhhh ... Ohhhhh she sobbed, as she felt his hot flesh against her own. And she leaned to him as his hands took hold of her shoulders. Again, unconsciously, Barbara leaned forward and felt the coarse material of his clothing against her jutting tits. The sensation sent a thrill through her a young body as she realized she was completely in this man's power-that she had no will of her own and that she wanted it that way!
Marc closed his mouth over hers as she shoved the head of his prick into her sopping cunt. She sobbed as he forced his tongue into her mouth and ran his hands down her sides to fold around the full cheeks of her naked ass.
"Yes," she breathed heavily, "Yes ... God, yes I do want you-I do want to do all those things you said ... I want you to fuck me ... to suck me, God how I want you?" she sobbed, and covered his masked face with kisses as he pulled her to him. "God, get naked!" she groaned as their mouths parted. "Let me feel you all over-it's been so long, so long?"
Marc experienced-a feeling of triumph as the woman submitted fully to him. And, as always, his excitement rose as he recognized in her the thing he seemed to find in common with all the women he draped." And that thing was lust.
He led her across the room to the long, low divan that set before the fireplace, and he told her to be seated. Then he returned to the bar, mixed them both a drink and turned off the television and all lights but the small one behind the bar. It cast only a feeble light to the rest of the spacious den and from where he stood by the bar he could only make out the dim outlines of Barbara's features across the room. Going back to her, he handed her the drink and she took it without speaking. She sat there quietly as he removed his clothing and finally he was naked save for the ski mask and his gloves. As he pulled off his gloves, he looked down at her and smiled at the obvious apprehension she was experiencing.
"Nothing like you thought it would be, is it, Babs?"
She shook her head and sipped the straight vodka slowly. "No ... I, that is, I don't suppose rape ever is what a woman thinks it's going to be."
Marc drained his glass and set it aside. He moved close to her and took hold of his prick to hold it steady just inches from her mouth. "Can you call this rape?"
She licked her lips and looked at his pulsing shaft so close to her mouth. "No ... not really ... yet it is," she shook her head. "I don't know-I'm so confused."
"Then let me help you to understand," he said softly and moved closer.
Barbara looked up at him and in the dim light it was as though she were looking up at the Devil. The slitted eyes of the ski mask with its wide gash for the mouth looked like a leering, evil face, and she experienced a moment of panic as she realized again that she wanted this! Setting her glass down, she reached up and took hold of his prick and brought it to her mouth. She licked out with her tongue, and the instant she touched the tactile surface of his prick head she shivered. Then his hands were on her head and he was forcing his swollen prick into her mouth. She struggled briefly as he plunged into her throat and she gagged. Then he pulled back and stroked her head tenderly as she swallowed and began laying the underside of his cock with her tongue.
"Suck it bitch!" he growled at her. "Suck my prick and feel my come run down your throat ... suck it the way you've always wanted to suck one. No one can see you-we're all alone ... suck it deep ... use your tongue on it, Babs ... that's it ... that's it ... I knew you wanted to suck my prick the moment I laid eyes on you-your mouth was made to suck cocks ... suck it, you little cocksucker!"
Barbara heard the words and they excited her-no man had ever spoken to her in that manner before, and as she felt her mouth filled with his throbbing cock, she knew it was true-she wanted to taste his come wanted him to shoot off in her mouth, wanted to suck his prick! She moaned around his prick as her hands moved to his naked ass and she pulled him to her. Frantically, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his hairy legs and took more and more of his prick into her mouth. She felt it nudge the back of her throat and as it did, her nose touched his pubic hair and she realized ... the nearly the entire length of his delicious cock in her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the head of his prick as he pulled back, and she knew that all she needed was for him to touch her and she'd explode! She ground her naked ass against the cushion of the couch and pressed her knees together as she felt his legs against her own.
Marc felt himself coming and he knew he could not, hold back-a vision of his own mother sucking his prick came to him then and he grabbed hold of the woman's short, honey-blond hair with his right hand and jerked her mouth off his prick. As he did, she gasped and looked up at him in sudden fear. Then his prick exploded and gushed out great globs of sticky white come. He spurted his load all over her lovely face as she writhed beneath his hand and the hot came splashed against her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. She moaned loudly and licked out to take a glob of it on her tongue. As she opened her mouth, Marc shoved his spurting prick back into her mouth and she sighed heavily as she sucked him dry. Finally, the contractions had passed and he stood panting over her as she kissed the head of his prick. She took her hand and wiped the come from her face to smear it over the length of his shaft; then she licked it clean. And as she did Marc saw that he had not lost his erection-her licking had kept it stiff and ready. Rubbing it over her cheeks, Barbara moaned again and looked up at him wistfully.
"Take me ... God, take me now!" she said, and sat back on the couch, her legs splayed obscenely and her belly heaving as she sobbed in passion. Marc fell to his knees and pulled the ski mask off his face. He rubbed her thighs with both hands as he moved forward, and as he approached her sopping cunt with his mouth she shivered and threw her legs up over his shoulders, taking hold of his head to crush it to her cunt.
"Godddddd!" she wailed "Yesssss ... now! Suck me ... suck my cunt ... I'm commmmmming!" And she thrashed about as his hot tongue moved in and out of her gushing pussy and found her clit high in the hairy gash. She jerked spasmodically and lifted her hips completely off the couch as her orgasm broke over her tortured body. He sucked her wildly as he realized she was not faking an orgasm but had been driven nearly to the brink while sucking his cock. He ran his hands up her body to clutch her heaving tits as she pulled his face deeper into her cunt and bounced up and down on the cushions of the divan. "Agghhhh! Ughhhhn .. Oh. God, Oh, God ... OH MY GOD ... YESSSSSSSI" And she quivered hotly as though in a death throw beneath his sucking mouth.
Barbara fought for breath as she felt herself pulled from the couch and onto the floor to lie beside the man who had just destroyed her entire illusory world. She felt his mouth on hers and she sucked his tongue greedily as he fondled her tits and placed her hand over his stiff prick. She was ruined for Pete, and she knew it-never again would she settle for a Saturday night obligation from her husband, and if she had to take to the streets to find another man like the one who was making love to her now, she would do it, and damn the consequences! She rolled over and felt his prick throb heavily in her hand as she, climbed atop him and guided it into her hot wet cunt.
"Yes ... fuck me now!" she told him huskily. She sought his mouth again and rubbed her pelvis against his as his prick slid into that tight channel between her legs. "Ughhhnnn! You're so big ... so fucking big and good!" she gasped as she entered her fully. "So good ... so fucking good!" she cried obscenely as his hand cupped the full cheeks of her ass and pulled her body down to his.
Marc raised his hips slightly as he entered the woman's soft cunt; he felt the folds of flesh push aside as his prick forced its way into the clasping wetness of her body and, as she forced her tongue into his mouth, he was awed by her passion. It was tenfold what he had expected from her and, suddenly unleashed, it was almost to too much for him.
He fucked in and out of her hotly clasping cunt and felt her teeth on his shoulder as he moved his hands between their sweating bodies to cup her full tits and squeeze them strongly.
Above him, Barbara was enraptured with his body and the feelings she was experiencing as he moved hips in unison with hers. His prick slid in and out of her velvet tunnel to rub her swollen clit maddeningly. She bit and clawed and thrashed above him until an animal like cry came from deep in her throat and she felt her body stiffen as the first wave of her second orgasm washed over her, taking her breath away.
Marc felt her tense and he knew she was about to make it again. He had not been with her long enough to bring himself off, but it was of no matter-they bad ample time for him to gratify himself. And there was still Cindy-lovely Cindy-to think about. He held onto the wildly thrashing woman as she cried out again and dug her nails into his hips as she' bucked her loins against his in an effort to shove his prick even deeper into her spasming cunt.
"Iiiieeeee!" she wailed, and shuddered strongly against his sweated body. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck meeeeee!" and she fell forward then, her body exhausted and her flesh wet with her own sweat and their combined juices.
Marc held her to him as she sobbed softly and regained her breath. Finally, he rolled her off him gently and stood up as the sound of an automobile came to them from the drive.
Barbara looked up at his dim form languidly and sighed, "That's Cindy ... are, you going to fuck her too?" The tone of her voice transmitted far more than her words, for Marc had heard the same jealous tone before. He smiled down at her and pulled a piece of cord from his jacket pocket. He dangled it above her and let it trail over her sopping pussy.
"For appearances ... " he told her "I'll release you after I'm sure how she's going to act. And he knelt beside the exhausted woman to tie her hands at the small of her back. When he had completed his chore, he rolled her over again, reached for his ski mask and kissed her softly on the mouth. "This might be more interesting than you think, Babs." Then he stood and pulled the ski mask over his face and reached for his trousers.
In the driveway, Cindy fought with her boyfriend as he tried to run his hand up her skirt. "Please, Donny!" she cried. "Is that all you ever think about?"
"Aw, come on, Cindy ... have a heart ... just let me touch it!"
"You're an animal!" she spit at him and threw open the door of the car. "I don't care if you never call again," she added, as she slammed it heavily.
"Shit!" the boy exclaimed and fired the engine of the car as the girl stalked to the house without looking back. "Fuckin' prick teaser!" The sound of his tires burning rubber sounded through the quiet neighborhood as he raced out of the drive.
Cindy stabbed her key into the front door lock and twisted it violently as the echo of the boy's car diminished in the distance. She was angry and hurt and her entire evening had been spoiled by his constant effort to get her to submit to him sexually. And she was angry with herself, too, for not having submitted. "Shit!" she said aloud and realized she had the wrong key; she used the proper key and was relieved to find all of the lights out-she really wasn't ready for a lecture from Miss Goody Two Shoes-Barbara. All she wanted to do was to run to her room, strip her clothes from her aching body and take her candle out from under the mattress where she kept it hidden. Then she'd be able to calm down long enough to go to sleep.
Cindy closed the door quietly, threw the latch and slipped out of her shoes. She bent down to pick them up and as she did, a gloved hand closed around her mouth and another took hold of her arm and twisted it painfully to the small of her back. A muffled scream came from her tightly covered mouth and she struggled until she felt her arm forced upward and she was raised to her tiptoes.
"Don't struggle, Cindy ... no harm is going to come to you. Just don't cry out or resist ... do you understand me?" Marc whispered softly in her ear as he released the pressure on her arm. She whimpered as he removed his hand from her mouth and pressed his body against hers.
"Who ... who are you?" she asked in a frightened tone.
Twisting her other arm behind her, Marc tied them both quickly and whispered to her, "Who I am isn't important, Cindy ... but what I am is."
Cindy felt her hands tied behind her and her panic rose as the man spoke to her in gentle tones. She didn't understand his meaning and she told him, "If you're looking for money, my father keeps some upstairs, and ... "
Marc closed his hand about her mouth again and silenced her. He turned her then, holding her by her slender waist, and said, "Cindy ... you don't understand. I'm not here to rob your parents-and I'm not here to hurt you. It's true I'm a thief, but I only steal one thing ... "
Cindy looked at the man's and, as he spoke, his hands moved from her waist to her full young breasts. The implication of his wore suddenly clear to her. "Oh, no!" she cried, a gloved hands closed around her tits. "You ... you're a sex fiend!"
Marc laughed quietly and pulled the girl to him. He held her frightened face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the mouth as she stood frozen with fear before him. She stiffened as his lips touched hers and, other than a faint quivering, there was no response to his warm kiss. As their lips parted, Marc told her, "I've been called worse." Then he took hold of her elbow and led her into the darkened den. As they approached the long divan that set before the fireplace, Cindy stiffened as she caught sight of her stepmother's clothing scattered about by the bat Marc stopped a few feet away from the divan and, as the girl's eyes became-accustomed to the darkness, she saw Barbara lying face down on .the floor, her hands bound at the small of her back-completely naked.
"Oh ..." she mewed softly.
"She's all right," Marc assured the girl. "I haven't harmed her."
Cindy stood and looked at her stepmother's beautiful nude form lying just a few feet away, and an involuntary shudder went through her frightened young body. She was confused and excited at the same time, and, over that, fear welled up to give a nightmare quality to the, situation. She felt herself being led around the couch and, as the man released her arm, she sat down heavily and winced as she leaned back too hard on her bound wrists. She watched as the man removed something from his pocket and for the first time realized he was only partially clothed. My God, she thought, has he already done it to her? And with the thought came the obscene vision of the masked man sticking his prick into Barbara's lewdly exposed cunt as she whimpered in fear beneath him. She squeezed shut her eyes as she felt the man tying something about her head and a new surge of fear went through her as she realized she was being blindfolded.
Standing back, Marc pulled off his gloves, his trousers and then his ski mask as Barbara looked up at him questioningly. Kneeling beside her, he slipped the cord from her wrists and whispered, "Don't you think it's time she received an education, Babs?"
The woman sat up and rubbed her wrists as she looked at the helpless girl sitting on the couch. She licked her lips and envisioned this man doing all the things to Cindy that he had done with her, and a thrill went through her body. She felt her pulse pounding heavily in her temples and the giddiness she had experienced earlier seemed to return as she realized he intended to do that very thing-with or without her approval. Barbara had never had sex with another woman, though she had fantasized it on a number of occasions. She had read a great deal on the subject of lesbianism, and though she had never actually admitted it to herself-beyond the fantasies-she was highly intrigued by the idea. Now she had the opportunity, and the excitement welled in her lush body as she sat up and reached for Marc's prick and kissed him passionately.
"Yes," she said as their lips parted and she felt his prick grow stiff in her hand.
Marc took hold of Cindy's arm and pulled the girl onto the floor between them. She cried out softly as she felt herself being pulled off the couch, but she offered no resistance. Marc placed a finger to his lips and then, held up a hand as Barbara looked at the gift expectantly. She licked her lips again, then sat back and watched. Marc removed the light sandals the girl wore and tossed them aside. He ran his hand up the back of her smooth calf and stopped just short of the hem of her dress. Then, he lifted the garment and exposed the white panties the girl wore. Running his hand along her exposed thigh, he stopped an inch from her crotch and asked her, "Has a man ever done this to you before, Cindy?"
"Oh, please!" she begged him. "Don't hurt me don't do anything to me ... please! You've got Barbara ... don't do anything to me!"
Marc glanced at the woman and saw the smile on her face as the girl suggested he use only her stepmother. "Now, that wouldn't be fair would it? Besides, you haven't answered my question," and he closed his hand around her panty-covered cunt and squeezed lightly to find the material damp. "Has any man ever touched you there ... on your pussy?"
"Please ... leave me alone!" she cried, "I ... I've never done anything like that ... ever!"
Marc looked at Barbara who sat smiling. The woman shook her head slightly, then Marc stood and said a little more loudly, "I know-you're embarrassed to say anything in front of your stepmother come on, Babs ... I think it's time you were locked up somewhere!" and he went through the motions of hauling the woman to her feet and together they stumbled to the bar-Barbara pretending to protest. Marc looked around and saw the woman gesture to a closet at the far end of the bar; he nodded and walked quickly to the door, opened it and bumped the door as he slammed it and said , "And don't make any noise!"
Together, they walked back to where the girl sat with her knees drawn to her chest. Marc knelt beside her and placed a hand on her leg. "She s locked in the closet, Cindy and she can't hear us. I know you didn't want to say anything in front of her." He glanced at Barbara as she sat quietly on the floor a few feet away, a look of mild curiosity on her lovely face.
"I ... I really haven't ... I mean, with a man," the girl whined as Marc's hand forced her legs down and moved to her cunt again.
"But you've wanted to, haven't you?" He stroked her cunt through the thin material of her panties and she squirmed under his touch. "Come on now, you can be honest with me, Cindy."
"I ... I don't know ..."
Marc moved his hands up and began unbuttoning the girl's sweater, and as he opened it to find her jutting young breasts confined in her bra, he smiled and leaned in to nibble her tit through the heavy material. Cindy attempted to move back from him, but his hands were behind her, freeing the catch, and as he unfastened it, he reached up and tore the shoulder straps free. Pulling the garment from her body, he lowered his head again to her tits and licked each one several times, then sucked her turgid young nipples into his warm mouth. She shivered slightly but offered no resistance as his hands cupped one breast and then the other. Finally, he sat up and looked at the girl's face-she had her mouth open and was breathing heavily. He kissed her as he fumbled with the wide belt at her waist.
At first she didn't respond, but he forced his tongue into her young mouth she seemed to sigh and began returning his kiss as he removed her and tore at the catch of her skirt. Pulling away from he glanced at Barbara-she was sitting with her legs wide spread and her fingers stroking her cunt as she watched, a look of sheer lust on her pretty face. Marc ripped the girl's skirt from her hips and she sat open-mouthed as he forced her panties down, then pulled them free of her legs. With her sweater hanging on her slender shoulders, the girl was nearly naked, and Marc forced her to lie back as he lay down beside her. He moved his hand over the soft swell of her belly and leaned down to whisper softly in her ear. "Have you ever thought about having someone eat your pussy, Cindy? I know you've sucked Donny's prick, and I know he's wanted to fuck you ... but how do you think it would feel to have a person's mouth right here?" And as he spoke, Marc ran his finger over the hair-lined lips of her pussy and spread them.
"Uhhhh ... Oh, please ... please!" she whimpered.
"Please what, Cindy? Do you want me to stop-do you want me to suck your cunt-do you want to suck my prick?" And he began stroking her tight young cunt more deeply. His finger working between the moist folds and finding her clit beneath its fleshy hood at the top of her cunt. He stroked her softly and, as he did, she began a slow motion with her hips. Marc shoved his finger deep inside her then, with a violent thrust, and the girl stiffened as he told her, "Hey ... you're not a virgin ... how do you explain that?"
"Oh, damn you! Damn you!-" she cursed as his finger penetrated her cunt deeply.
In reply, Marc threw his leg over hers and kissed her passionately as she writhed beneath the finger fucking lewdly in and out of her young cunt. Cindy felt his throbbing prick-against her leg and she imagined the size of it beside the slender candle she used to masturbate. She felt it twitch warmly on her thigh and as the man's-tongue speared into her wet mouth, a new thrill went through her as she realized she was finally going to get fucked-by a many She moaned as his tongue left her mouth and he fingerfucked her with a mounting rhythm. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, Cindy lifted her hips slightly as his finger went even deeper into her tightly gasping cunt. As their mouths parted, she panted for breath as she told him, "Oh ... good ... that feels so good higher ... do me higher!"
Marc obliged and lowered his head to her right tit, sucking the nipple into his mouth greedily as he rubbed her blood-swollen elk with his middle finger. He lifted his head as he felt a hand on his shoulder and he found Barbara standing beside him, staring down at the writhing form her young stepdaughter on the floor. Marc moved aside and, immediately, she took his place. He looked on in fascination as the woman's hand moved over the girl's tits and moved to her smooth belly; then, as her fingers touched the sparse growth of pubic hair above the girl's cunt, she spread her legs widely and Barbara closed her entire hand around the teenager's pussy. A look of wild abandon crossed the older woman's face as she lowered her mouth to the girl's jutting nipple and sucked it in passionately. Cindy moaned as her stepmother's finger entered her cunt and she thrust her hips upward again as Barbara found her clit and massaged it gently. Marc ran his hand over Barbara's sleek thigh as she sucked the younger girl's tits and fingerfucked her tenderly. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock over her ass cheeks and shoved forward a bit as the woman lowered her mouth to the girl's navel and tongued her wildly there. Barbara went lower and, as her chin touched the girl's pubic mound, Cindy groaned and lifted her hips upward.
"Yes ... " the girl said huskily. "Do that to me what ... you said ... kiss me down there ... please eat my pussy!"
Barbara lifted her head and glanced at Marc; he nodded and urged her on. Moving around between the girl's widely spread legs, the woman lowered her head to the girl's crotch and kissed the inner parts of her thighs as she reached up and took hold of the girl's tits and squeezed them gently Again, the girl moaned and lifted-her hips. As she did, Barbara looked at her young cunt and swallowed-drily as she realized fully what she was about to do. She closed her eyes then and opened her mouth as she moved upward and touched the pouting lips of the girl's pussy with her tongue. A faintly acrid taste came to her and she found it somehow familiar as she closed her mouth around the young girl's pussy and began tonguing her wildly.
Marc looked on in excitement and somehow he knew it was the woman's first time with her head between the legs of another female. The thought aroused him even more as he realized, too, that it was probably the first time young Cindy had had her pussy sucked. Moving up to her, he leaned over and kissed her. As his lips touched hers, the girl stiffened momentarily-and it was obvious that he thought it was her captor sucking her cunt. But she relaxed as his tongue probed her mouth and she began sucking it with little cat-like mews and whimpers as his hand came in contact with Barbara's on her tits.
"Is that good, baby?" he questioned, as he lifted his mouth from hers. He saw her swallow then she simply moaned and licked her lips again. "Do you know who it is? Do you know who's sucking your cunt?" Again, she whimpered and rolled her head from side to side. Marc glanced down at the older woman as she moved her hands from the girl's tits and under plump little ass cheeks as she tongued her furiously.
"That's Babs, your stepmother!" he told her and kissed her again.
"Ughhhnn ... Oh, Babs ... Oh, Babs ..." the girl wailed as she thrust her hips upward and writhed beneath the woman's sucking mouth. "Yes ... love me ... suck me ... Oh, God, it's so good ... soooo good!"
Barbara lifted her face and looked up at the girl to find her contorted with lust. Marc smiled at her and laid a hand on her head to urge her down gently again to the girl's cunt. As she resumed her sucking, Marc reached beneath the teenager's body and released the cord at her wrists. As she brought her hands out from behind her back, her right hand sought his throbbing prick and her left hand went to her stepmother's head to force it down further on her aching young pussy.
Marc removed the girl's blindfold and kissed her softly on each eye as she squeezed his swollen prick in her small hand. "This is going to be an education for you both," he told her and looked again at the older woman as she sucked the girl's cunt with lustful passion.
"I want to suck your prick!" Cindy told him, squeezed him again.
Rising up, Marc kissed her, then said, "I wouldn't disappoint you for the world, Cindy."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marc sat back as Cindy took hold of his swollen prick and lowered her head to lick the slitted glans as it oozed a bit of sticky, white fluid. He touched her head gently and she opened her mouth to close it about the head of his prick while her soft tongue played around the ridge, sending chills up his spine. He looked down as the teenage girl rolled her hips to one side and her stepmother followed her, still lapping her cunt furiously. Marc reached out and ran his hand down the woman's sleek thigh and inserted a finger in her sopping cunt. As he did, she moved her body closer and lifted her leg so that he had full access to her pussy. She moaned lowly as he caressed her clit and inserted a second finger to move slowly in and out in an obscene fucking motion.
And as he sat there, his hand on Cindy's head as she sucked his prick expertly and his fingers in the older woman's cunt, he realized that in the last week he had violated all of his usual rigid patterns-first, with the black lesbian and her lover, and now with these two females. He questioned his actions as Cindy's mouth went lower and lower on his throbbing cock and she took nearly the entire length of it into her warm, wet throat. Untying a victim was bad enough, but now he had allowed both of them to see his face. True, it was very dim where they were, across the room from the small light behind the bar; but, as easily as he was able to make out their features, he knew they could see. Cindy pulled off of his prick, and moaned as her stepmother spread her legs widely and licked the length of her cuntal area with the flat of her tongue.
"Yessss ... Oh, God, Babs ... suck me ... that's so good ... God, it's heavenly!" the girl cried.
"Suck it, baby ... suck my prick!" Marc told her and forced her head back down on his cock.
As the girl lowered her head again, he pondered his actions and wondered if perhaps there wasn't a subconscious wish to be discovered-caught and punished for his deeds. Never before had he deviated from his carefully laid plans and, never had he allowed one of his victims to see his face. And it had all begun after he started seeing the female psychoanalyst ... was there some tie-up? Was there something he didn't understand? There must be, he concluded as Cindy pulled off his prick and held it tightly with her hand. She threw her head back and her face became a mask of pure lust as she orgasmed to her stepmother's sucking mouth. As the girl writhed, Barbara too stiffened and her body became rigid in orgasm as Marc brought her off with his hand. Both of them cried out in ecstasy and shuddered wildly as Marc looked on-almost detached from the erotic scene of stepmother and teenage daughter as they experienced the throes of orgasm simultaneously.
Lying there panting for breath, Barbara looked up as Marc stood up abruptly and stalked to the long bar to pour himself a drink. Something had gone out of the encounter for him and he gulped down the vodka in haste as he tried to figure out what it was. His mind was assailed by images of his mother as she willingly sucked his prick while the black men fucked her. And other images-Lorna submitting to him in the restroom between, the offices-Murtaugh and her receptionist playing their little game under the guise of "therapy" while he lay helplessly bound on that couch! Suddenly Marc was furious-with himself and all those about him. He threw the glass across the room and as it shattered in a thousand pieces, he stormed back to the place where the two females lay, languishing in the aftereffects of their orgasms.
Without speaking, he threw Barbara down on her face and as she cried out in protest, he bound her wrists tightly. Then he turned on the astonished teenager. He took hold of her arm and jerked her to her feet as she cowered away from him; as he tied her wrists, he pulled the cord tighter than was necessary and she cried out in pain. When he had the cord knotted, he shoved the girl down roughly and turned to Barbara, who was sitting up, a look of confusion on her lovely young face.
"Bitch!" he nearly shouted. "You're all alike! Every fucking one of you! You make it my fault without accepting what you really want! You act as though you don't want to be fucked until a man makes you!" He stepped forward menacingly and slapped the frightened, woman with the back of his hand. It was the first time he had ever laid a hand on a victim in anger, and the feeling was exhilarating as he hovered over her sprawling body.
"Well, if it makes you feel less guilty, we'll just do it that way!" be shouted and reached down and dragged Cindy to her feet. He shoved her down on the couch and she cried out in fright as he spread her legs and fell atop her. Forcing his prick into the tight folds of her pussy, he shoved m viciously as she sobbed. His hands closed around her ripe young breasts and he squeezed painfully as she tried to resist him by holding herself rigid. He slapped her face and, as her head snapped to one side, he thrust forward with all his might and he felt his prick slide into her hot young cunt to the hilt. Her young body accepted him fully and he pulled his prick out almost to the head; then he thrust forward again and sank his prick into her clasping cunt until she screamed. Closing his hand around her mouth, he told her, "See? This is what rape is all about! See what it's like to be fucked against your will?" and he thrust again deeply with his throbbing prick.
Pulling out and rolling off her, he took hold of Barbara's hair and dragged her to the couch. "You wanted to suck her pussy? Well, go ahead!" and he forced the older woman's head between the legs of the sobbing teenager. As Barbara found her mouth over her stepdaughter's cunt, she whimpered and shook her head, but Marc was behind her and she felt his hands on her supple hips as she struggled to free her head from between the girl's thighs.
"Suck her pussy, bitch!" he shouted, and she lowered her head as his hands spread her ass cheeks. She felt his tongue licking her ass-hole lewdly. Marc rose up and saw the look of fascination on Cindy's young face as he took hold of his cock and rubbed it over the tight anal ring of her stepmother's ass-hole. She licked her lips in anticipation and raised her legs to spread them widely as Marc shoved forward with his hips and the head of his prick stretched the woman's tightly clenching ass-hole.
"Owwwww!" Barbara cried out in sudden pain as his prick forced entry into her nether hole. "God you're tearing me apart! You're killing me!"
Marc laughed cruelly and shoved another inch of prick into her stretching ass-hole. She shuddered under his thrust and then his prick head pushed passed the second ring of anal muscle as she relaxed slightly. Reaching under her, he found her sopping cunt and forced two fingers inside her as he shoved forward again and buried his prick to its thick base in her ass-hole. Again she cried out, but with less conviction.
Cindy was strangely excited by the man's sudden change of attitude; she had almost creamed when he slapped her and shoved his prick all the way into her young cunt. And he had left her too soon, for it was the first time she had ever felt a man's prick in her pussy, and the reality far exceeded her fantasy of being fucked. Now she watched as the man forced his huge prick into her stepmother's ass-hole and the thought of being fucked there sent thrills of anticipation rushing through her vibrant young body as she lifted her legs and hunched forward to Barbara's sucking mouth. What she was witnessing and having done to her was so totally obscene that she shivered with lust as she felt Barbara's tongue find her cut again and suck it wildly into her hot, wet mouth. She groaned as the woman was shoved forward between her legs and she wished she could get her hands free to put them on something warm and soft-she didn't care whether it was male or female, so long as it was sexual! And she wondered at the fact that Barbara had first sucked her pussy willingly-what possible pleasure could one woman receive by doing that to another woman? And almost in answer to her silent question, she shuddered heavily as her passions neared the boiling point and she realized that her stepmother certainly must be deriving some pleasure from doing it-otherwise, it wouldn't be nearly so good for her!
"Uhhhhnnn ..." the teenage girl moaned as the older woman's tongue flicked maddeningly around the lips of her pussy and licked the hair-lined slit wetly. "God Oh ... God ... so good!" she cried, and lifted her legs to lay them over Barbara's shoulders as the woman took the length of their captor's prick into her ass-hole.
Barbara had been terribly frightened by the man's unexpected outburst, and she still could not reason why it had come-they had done everything he wanted them to. Then, when he had slapped both her and Cindy, her fear had risen to a new height; and then a stranger thing happened It seemed she had been strongly aroused by the man's violent action; far more-if possible-than she had been by his gentle manipulations. Now she laved her young stepdaughter's cunt with her tongue and sucked the girl's swollen clit into her mouth to nibble it with her lips and teeth as the man fucked her obscenely from behind, his prick buried in her aching ass-hole. And as she became fully aware of the fact that she was being sodomized, she felt a sudden exhilaration as his prick pumped in and out of her rectal opening and his heavy balls slapped the backs of her thighs. She spread her legs even more as his fingers stroked in and out of her heated cunt and even more new sensations came to her as she realized she was going to orgasm soon to the pumping cock in her ass-hole! A chill went through her as she realized, too, that she was actually being raped, and not simply cooperating with a man she would not resist. His retying her hands and forcing her to do what she was now doing changed the situation, and what little guilt she had harbored when she first lowered her head between Cindy's smooth thighs to lick her pussy was gone. Now she was being forced-and she had no choice in the matter. She and Cindy were completely in the depraved man's power, and even to consider resisting would be absolute folly-and it might be dangerous if his sudden anger was any indication of what he was really capable of doing to them.
Marc felt the woman's body quiver as he pulled his prick out nearly all the way. He knew that he had hurt her when he first shoved his swollen cock into her ass-hole, but he knew, too, that the pain had passed and she was now enjoying the anal fucking as much as he enjoyed fucking her in this manner. He still could not explain why he had experienced the sudden rush of anger that had driven him to tying them both up again, and slapping them. This confused him. He had never laid a hand on a woman in anger before, and as he re-experienced the feelings he wondered at them. He didn't want to hurt anyone ... but he had, and now he was beginning to realize that he had actually enjoyed it. But who was he hurting? Them, himself ... or who? He looked up at the girl again as she writhed in the throes of yet another orgasm as her stepmother sucked her young pussy with abandon, and he realized the woman accepting his stiff and throbbing prick into her ass-hole was also bucking wildly under his pounding loins.
"Aghhhhh ... ughnnnnn ... Oh, yessssss!" the woman cried out as she lifted her wet face from the girl's pussy, "Ughnnn ... fuck me ... for God's sake fuck me in the ass ... shove it all the way in! Let me feel you come in my ass-hole ... Oh ... Oh ... OHHHHHHHH!" she wailed and stiffened as the orgasmed heavily and her pussy gushed her juices over his fucking fingers. As she shuddered heavily Marc felt her ass-hole tighten and her muscles contract and he, too, shuddered in an effort to hold off his own come. He rose up and dug his fingers into her hips as she bucked beneath him and held on as her orgasm passed and her tightly clenching ass-hole seemed to milk his aching prick with each wave that passed over her. Finally, Barbara slumped forward, her head between the girl's legs. She sobbed loudly as Marc's prick pulled from her clasping ass-hole with an obscene popping sound and she felt suddenly empty as she was deprived of its warmth.
Marc reached for Cindy's skirt and used it to wipe his prick on. He tossed the soiled garment aside then and rolled Barbara onto her back as he reached for Cindy. He pulled her from the couch and held her tightly to his sweated body. "You like having your pussy sucked, you little bitch?" She whimpered as his hand closed cruelly over her naked tit and his other hand went to her exposed pussy. "You like it?"
"yes ... please ... don't hurt me ... please, I'll do anything you say!"
"We'll see!" he said, and forced her to her knees before him. "Suck my prick, sweetheart ... it's been in your stepmother's ass-hole ... put it in your mouth and lick it clean!"
Hesitantly, the teenager opened her mouth and closed her eyes as he guided his swollen prick into her hot young mouth. She gagged at first; then, as the bitter taste went away, she swallowed and began sucking his prick in earnest. Standing above her, Marc looked down at her obscenely ovaled mouth and a new wave of pleasure surged through him as the teenager sucked his prick into her mouth nearly its thick base. He felt his juices rising and he pulled out suddenly, not wanting to come in her mouth. He forced the girl to kneel between her stepmother's legs and he shoved her head down to the woman's sopping pussy with the order, "You like to have her suck your cunt-let's see you suck hers!"
Cindy found her face an inch away from Barbara's wet cuntal area. She swallowed thickly as her nose touched the thick patch of pubic hair above the pussy and the feminine odor came to her. "Please don't make me do that!" she begged.
Marc reached over her shoulder and shoved her head down and into the woman's cunt as the girl struggled briefly against his greater strength. Finally she relaxed, and Marc smiled as he saw her lift her head slightly and begin licking her stepmother's pussy experimentally. Barbara moaned aloud as the girl's mouth came in contact with her cunt and she raised her knees to spread them wide. It was the first time she had ever had her cunt lapped by another female, and as the teenage girl's tongue came in contact with her blood-filled clit, she shuddered and knew that it would not be the last time!
Marc watched as both the women began to respond to the erotic coupling, and he moved behind the young girl to rub the head of- his prick in her wet pussy. He forced the head of his throbbing cock into her warm gash and eased forward as she seemed to raise her ass to him. He did not penetrate her fully, but pulled back and simply let his prick stroke up between her widely gaped pussy lips. Reaching around her, he closed his hand over his prick head and her hairy young cunt, then began a slow fucking motion with his hips as the sensitive head of his prick rubbed the tactile flesh of her pussy. The girl moaned as the head of his prick came in contact with her aching clit, and she shuddered as she realized was giving Barbara such pleasure-her stepmother moaned loudly and obscene words poured from her pretty mouth as she raised her legs even higher and brought her knees back to her chest to smash her tits flat under her thighs.
"Ohhhhh ... God, Cindy, Baby ... so good you suck it so good ... God, why haven't we done this before? You suck my pussy like no man has ever sucked it ... lick my clit, baby ... suck your mommy's clit ... Ughhhnnn ... that's it, nibble it with your lips-Oh, God! Oh God ... I'm commmming ... you're making me come ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh!" and Barbara raised her hips up from the floor as the girl's mouth worked wildly on her spasming cunt and tongues of flame seemed to burn through her seething pussy.
Cindy tensed as she felt the man's prick rub her clit and she felt herself coming again. She moaned loudly, her face buried in Barbara's wet and gushing cunt as her own orgasm broke over her heavily. And, as it did, she felt the man's prick throb. Then there was a sudden hot wetness around her pussy and she realized that he was shooting his load of hot, sticky come all over her cunt.
Marc clenched his teeth as his prick jerked spasmodically between his hand and the teenage girl's wet pussy. He felt his own come as it spurted into his hand and flooded the wet mat of pubic hair between the girl's legs. And as he shot his load he felt her shudder against his body and he knew that she, too, had reached another nerve-rending climax just from having him rub his hot cock over her young pussy. His contractions seemed to go on and on and he could feel the hot come as it spilled out of his hand to dribble down the front of the girl's thighs. Then they passed and he leaned forward against her soft young body heavily as he fought for breath.
Rising, Marc took his come filled hand and smeared the sticky stuff all over the girl's Cunt, then ran his hand over her smooth belly and tits, leaving a trail of semen wherever he touched her. She, too, straightened as he moved and she licked out erotically as he lifted his hand to her mouth. She tasted both of their juices and she shivered as she licked between his fingers in an effort to taste the last drop of his precious come.
Marc stood shakily and walked to the bar as the women stretched out beside each other. He drank a double shot of straight vodka and, as he caught his breath, he realized he was feeling the effects of the strong liquor-and that that was something else he had never done. He had always limited himself to just a few glasses of wine or a single drink periodically during his encounters. Now he was lightheaded and he knew he should not drink anymore. But he did-he poured another glass and returned to the couch to find the woman with her head between her stepdaughter's obscenely splayed legs. The girl was moaning and thrashing around on the floor as the woman sucked her come-smeared cunt wildly.
"Oh, what the hell!" he said and lurched to them. He freed their wrists and fell down beside them as the full effects of the vodka hit him. His head reeled and he felt a cold sweat on his body as the room swam above him. He heard their voices from far off and as they dwindled away even further, he felt their hands on his body-their hands on his hands and suddenly, Marc didn't care. He closed his eyes as a velvet fog rolled over his mind and body and he envisioned his mother's sucking mouth on his prick again and his hot young come shooting all over her face as she writhed sensually between the sweated black bodies that were fucking her obscenely in the cunt and the ass-hole at the same time.
Sitting up, Barbara looked down at the man who had raped and abused them both. She was astounded by the fact that he seemed to have passed out, and as she looked at his serene features in the dim light, she became aware again of her lovely young teenaged stepdaughter beside her.
"Is he asleep?" Cindy asked apprehensively. Barbara shook her head "I ... I think he s passed out-he had several drinks before you came home ... "
The two sat for long moments just looking at each other then and, finally, Cindy spoke. "What're we gonna do, Babs?"
The woman looked down at the sleeping form of their captor and shrugged. Then she raised her eyes and took in the soft curves of her stepdaughter's young body, the gentle sweep of her proud young breasts and her smooth, full thighs below the dark patch of pubic hair. A slow smile crept over her face as she reached across Marc's body and gently touched the nipples of the girl's tits. She closed her hand over Cindy's, then, and squeezed, "I'm sure we'll think of something."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marc opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings as a dim light poured through the curtained windows. He found himself lying stretched out naked on a bed. On either side of him, a soft warm body lay close. He turned his head to the right to find the teenaged Cindy snuggled to his chest, her arm thrown across him, her head on his shoulder. She was breathing deeply and evenly. On the other side, he found the girl's stepmother lying in much the same position with her head on his shoulder; her left hand held his prick warmly and her leg was thrown over his. It wasn't until Marc tried to disengage himself from the sleeping bodies that he found his wrists were tied to either side of the bed and he was bound spread-eagled between them. He experienced a moment of panic as he realized they had captured him-and thoughts of the police, an irate husband, the publicity, came to him. Then the panic passed as he understood. If that had been their intention, he would not be waking here, between them in bed! Evidently, he had passed out the night before and they had brought him here for the same purpose as he had had in tying them up. He moved his hand and found it was tied loosely and he smiled as he bent his wrist slightly and was able to release himself.
Easily, he moved his arm from beneath Barbara and untied his other hand as the woman stirred beside him. She fluttered her eyelids and lifted her head kiss her softly as she rubbed her pussy against his leg. As she moved, Cindy awoke and she stretched sensuously like a lazy cat beside Marc. She saw Barbara kissing him and she scooted down in the bed to take hold of his prick in her warm young hand. She licked out and touched the head of his cock as Barbara began to manipulate it up and down; then she took the length of it into her mouth and sucked it softly.
As their lips parted, Marc looked into the woman's eyes and asked her, "Why didn't you call the police?"
She removed her hand from his swelling prick as the girl sucked it lovingly and told him, "Because I felt that was what you wanted us to do ... like you wanted to be caught." She shook her head. "You don't need to go to jail. No man who makes love the way you do needs to be a rapist, either," and she kissed him again. She forced her warm tongue into his mouth and he accepted it as he felt his prick throb in the girl's mouth.
"I ... I don't understand," he admitted as her lips left his.
Barbara looked at him and shook her head, "Neither do I ... but I know that I want your telephone number." She blushed lightly and added, "Cindy and I talked quite a bit last night after we brought you in here-we, ah ... that is, we've decided that when Pete goes out of town, we don't have to be bored ..."
"You mean that you'd ... "
"Yes," she answered before he could even ask.
"Well I'll be damned!" he exclaimed and gathered her into his arms to kiss her passionately as the girl licked the underside of his prick and held his balls gently in her soft, young hand.
It was well after dark when Marc dressed finally. He slipped into his jacket and glanced at the leather gloves lying next to the chair. He smiled inwardly as he picked them up and slapped them across his open palm. Cindy and Barbara walked him to the door and he kissed them both gently as he prepared to leave.
"You'll call me, then?" Barbara asked anxiously.
"Of course ... I've got a-couple of friends who live on the beach ... perhaps we can all get together next weekend if your husband's going to be out of town."
"The lesbian couple you told us about?" Cindy queried as she rubbed the front of his trousers.
"Jamie and Marty ... I think you'll like them," he said, and ran his hand under the short gown the girl wore to cp the cheek of her naked ass. He kissed each of them softly and smiled as Barbara opened the door for him and stood aside as he walked out.
The night air was clear and crisp and Marc walked briskly to the Chevy parked a short distance away. His life had taken a sudden turn and it was difficult for him to believe that so much had taken place in just three short weeks since he had first seen Dr. Andrea Murtaugh. And as he thought about her, a rush of excitement coursed through his body-his appointment was for for the next day, but somehow it didn't seem necessary for him to keep it. He hadn't had a headache in over two weeks, and other things had been resolved for him too. That he didn't understand them fully was of no matter; that the old feelings were gone was enough for Marc Andrews as he started the engine of his automobile and pulled away from the curb. He drove slowly toward the parking lot where his Porsche was parked and thought about his job-even it had taken on aspects of something new as he realized he would have Lorna there with him every day-and probably Sandy, too, if he so wished. Now, all he wanted was a good night's sleep and the time to think. Only one thing remained before he put away his leather gloves and sold the Chevy ... and that would be accomplished soon enough.
Felicia answered the telephone at five minutes of five; she recognized Marc's voice as he asked to speak to Dr. Murtaugh, and she put him through.
"Marc," Andrea questioned, "where are you? I've been expecting you any minute."
"Sorry I've hung you up, really ... something important came up and I didn't have the chance to call earlier to cancel my appointment."
"Cancel?" she asked.
"Yes, Andrea ... so much has happened I don't know where to begin. But my feelings on so many things have changed-almost overnight." He laughed lightly, "I haven't had a headache in nearly two weeks and ... and so much more. I feel great, really, and I owe it all to you."
"But Marc, don't you think it's a little soon to to terminate our relationship?"
"Oh, I have no intention of doing that ... it's just that something I've wanted to do for several weeks has come up and I really can't put it off."
"Well, whatever it is, you sound exuberant about it, and that's a good sign!" she told him emphatically.
"Thanks for understanding ... I'll tell you all about it next Monday, okay?"
"Certainly, Marc ... and let me say this-I'm happy you're feeling so well."
"So am I, Doctor ... so am I."
Andrea hung up the phone and looked up to find Felicia smiling at her. "It works! It actually works, Felicia!"
"The telephone?" the younger woman asked facetiously.
"No-the technique! That was Marc Andrews, he cancelled his appointment ... he was absolutely bubbling!"
She shrugged, "Psychosexual analysis ... too bad you can't report it to the American Psychiatric Association."
Andrea laughed and reached out to run her hand up the back of the woman's leg. Her fingers moved from the sheer material of her stockings to her naked thigh as Felicia moved closer and she told her huskily, "It's the fastest breakthrough I've ever made with a patient and I could care less about the Association!"
Felicia spread her legs as Andrea's hand moved between them to stroke her naked pussy. She reached out and touched the woman's head and smiled. "I'm happy if you're happy," she said as Andrea's fingers touched the hair-lined lips of her cunt.
"That's what I told him ... " she said wistfully, and licked her lips as Felicia lifted her short skirt.
"Make me happy. Andrea ... make me happy," she said thickly as the psychoanalyst stared at her cunt, a look of lust on her face.
"I will, darling ... then I'm going to go home and soak in my tub for simply hours-would you like to join me?"
Felicia moved her hips sensuously before the woman's face and shook her head lightly, "I wish I could, but I've promised my sister, Lisa, I'd take her shopping tonight-she's getting married next week, you know."
Andrea sighed heavily and nodded as she leaned forward to nuzzle the woman's pubic bush; then she kissed the pouting lips of her pussy. "Guess I'll just have to spend the evening alone, ... "
"There'll be other nights, Andrea ... many, many of them. Suck my pussy for me ... make me come," she said, and pulled the woman's face into her crotch as she hunched her hips forward. "Yessss ... Oh, God, yes, Andrea ... lick my clit!"
And as she did, Andrea Murtaugh thought again about the rapid break-through with Marc Andrews and she wondered idly what it was that had made him sound so excitedly happy-and what had happened that would take precedence over his appointment.
Marc walked leisurely around the plush apartment as he sipped the mellow wine. It was fast getting dark and he knew the person he waited for would not be long in coming-and as he paced, his excitement grew, for this would be his last encounter by force. He had decided that the night before, lying alone and relaxed in his bed. The last rape, he thought absently and took another swallow of the wine. He glanced at the clock on the far wall and as the hands nearly six, he heard a key in the door. He set the glass and walked rapidly to the apartment's entrance foyer and stood in the darkness beside the door. As it opened, he saw a slender hand reach for the light switch, to throw it.
"Oh, damn!" Andrea Murtaugh cursed when the foyer lights failed to come on. She stepped in to the darkened apartment and closed the door to lock it and sighed heavily just before a gloved hand closed about her mouth and another took hold of her arm.
"Don't resist, Andrea ... you won't be harmed," a soft voice told her, It was somehow familiar, yet she couldn't place it. She felt her hands tied expertly behind her back, and then something was slipped over her eyes to cut off her vision.
"Wh ... what do you want?" she asked in a fearful tone.
Marc cupped her full breasts as he pressed his body against hers. He moved his hips sensuously and rubbed his swollen prick against her soft ass cheeks and said lowly, "I just want to repay you ... for everything."
Andrea shuddered as she felt her assailant's cock pressing against her ass, and a chill went through her body as she felt gloved hands raise her skirt and take hold of the elastic waistband of her panties. She gasped as a gloved finger entered her cunt and stroked her gently, and she wondered: Repay me for what?
