The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest . . . "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubleth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be imagine. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The flashing twinkle of neon flooded the streets of the desert city, tempting passersby to throw their fate to the wind in mockery and caution. An unreal world where one pull of the arm or miscalculation in counting destroyed many hopes for easily won wealth, this narrow strip of depravity has left its mark on those who dared challenge its invincible power.
Yet there is nothing hidden or especially mysterious about gambling cities: the sign are there. Expressionless victims with furrows engraved on their foreheads like epitaphs on a tombstone; newspaper headlines telling of suicidal leaps from penthouse windows; arrests for prostitution and robbery. Human compulsion and desperation cannot be ignored. Despite the sorrowful consequences, people flood to Las Vegas like lemmings to the sea, always confident they will be one of the few left unscathed. Others come in innocence, believing it is the power of gambling machines they must avoid, unaware of the debauchery lurking in a city nursed on the simple formula of all or nothing, where games are played with more than money and human dignity and self-respect fall fate to experienced hands.
Midnight the endless cycle of day and night activity turned like a roulette wheel; bejeweled women in long clinging gowns and alcohol sodden men crowded the sidewalks in the warm night air. Movement everywhere, except for the Newly weds Motel where the "Vacancy" sign suddenly was switched off and quit advertising its existence, leaving a blank empty hole in the row of blazing neon lights along the street.
In a room near the back of the motel a light flashed and reflected on the glassy water of the swimming pool lined with lounge chairs and umbrella tables. Something unusual was astir.
"Are you sure, Lionel, that the camera lights won't wake her up?" asked the younger of the two men, his black shiny hair falling in curls over his tanned forehead as he bent over the body of the sleeping girl.
"Nonsense, I've been hypnotizing people on stage here in 'Vegas' for twenty-six years, and no one has ever woken up from one of my trances until I let them. She's out cold," smiled the older man as he set down his 16 mm movie camera and, moving the tripod, lifted the covers off the prostrate body of the young woman.
"Oh! My God!" whispered Darren in a lewd groan when he saw the full ripe contours of the girl's lush young body. The pink nylon gown had crept up to mid thigh, and the left shoulder strap had slipped down revealing a luscious breast the size and shape of a ripe melon. Lionel pulled the bodice down until it revealed the brown areola and nipple. "If you don't think she's out, just watch this," the vaudeville magician cum hypnotist insisted. Leaning over the girl, he nibbled at her nipple and tenderly bit into the supple flesh. The girl did not awaken, but the nipple like some slowly awakening thing came erect.
"See?" Lionel was not satisfied, and lifted the hem of the pink lace gown to uncover the softly curling triangle between her legs and its luxuriant growth of sparse blonde pubic hair. He parted the girl's legs and, using his right arm under her knees, raised them until the soft pink lips of her vagina came into view. Lionel raised his head to see Darren's expression, and chuckled in glee at the young actor's lustful smile. Slowly, he placed the tip of his middle finger against his thumb and then flicked at the limp little clitoris. The girl remained motionless, and a low moan of lust was wrenched from Darren's husky throat.
Lionel dropped the girl's legs; they remained spread lewdly out with the vaginal lips slightly open. The entrance to her naked cunt was completely exposed, defenseless.
"Think it's safe now?" he asked in full knowledge of his professional achievements.
"You know it!" Darren reached for the zipper of his tight Levi's. "What a beautiful specimen. Bet she has a nice cunt. Can't wait to get my cock up inside of this one."
Lionel grinned at the handsome young man and thought to himself, "Boy, is he in heat tonight." No reason why he shouldn't be ready for this one; she was selected for her beauty and, hopefully, her innocence a young bride honeymooning in Las Vegas. A bit of research proved her to be a school teacher from Wyoming, just married several days ago. Each victim had to be chosen according to Lionel's standards; Las Vegas was a risky place to carry on a porno film making business. From all his years in the business, Lionel knew the best actresses were newly married brides, as sweet and innocent as fresh spring flowers, and the best setting was playful gambling cities.
"Women like these," Darren had indicated earlier, "give me the most pleasure. They're so proud of their virginity, they offer it up like communion wine. All they can think about is their husbands they'll do anything for them. They're like proud young mares, have to be broken in."
Darren smiled lustfully at the limply lying girl and he began to feel his penis growing hard, as hard as the biceps of the virile young porno star whose striking appearance had brought many a female to quivering acquiescence. The sheer nylon gown, above the girl's waist, showed the smooth white plain of her belly and the mysterious crater of her navel. Her blonde pubic hair looked as soft as a kitten's fluff, and the thin fleece-lined vaginal slit was open invitation to a warm sweet cunt. His eyes followed the contours of her smoothly curving young buttocks and then moved up over the rising and falling of her breasts, heaving with the slow rhythm of sleep. Her little nipple was still puckered in erection. Darren swallowed hard and reached for his glass of wine on the bedside table. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into her mounds of virginal flesh and twist, tease, massage and nip her body into a trembling mass of lust with his lips and tongue.
'Let's get with it," he snapped, reaching once again for his zipper and letting his pants fall to his ankles. "We're going to get some fine shots."
"Ready as soon as I get the tripod in direct angle to that hot little cunt," said the older man.
The thought of that soft blonde pubic hair dripping with a mingling of his cum and that from her own body made Darren groan with anticipation. He'd bring this one to her knees. His penis throbbed with each gush of hot blood rushing to assist his unattested virility and he could feel droplets of thick white seminal fluid already beginning to seep from its lubricated opening.
"Okay. Stand closer to her," Lionel said.
Easing up to the sleeping girl, Darren's large prick, almost six inches long and unmeasurably round, leaped another inch upward as though it were a wild animal suddenly released from its cage. The lights around the bed flashed on as Lionel set the 16 mm movie camera in motion.
"Go ahead. I'll keep shooting with each move. We need some detailed anal shots for this film, but I'll take care of that later."
Anxious as he was, Darren was still not convinced of the girl's hypnotic state.
Impatiently, Lionel walked over to the girl and asked in carefully enunciated syllables, "Gweyn . . . Gweyn, do you know who I am?"
"Oh, yes," the sleeping girl answered in a flat tone. "Mark, Mark, my husband."
"Gweyn, I want to make love to you. I want to pump you full of love," imitated Lionel. "I want you do do whatever I ask and it will give you as much pleasure as it will me."
The girl's head nodded slowly in agreement. "Yes, for my husband."
"I'm convinced," said Darren, squeezing the thick foreskin back from his painfully throbbing prick and bared his teeth as he advanced toward the girl. This proud young bitch was totally at his mercy now. When she and her husband checked into the motel, he'd noticed her innocent eyes examining his powerfully muscular body from the tips of his toes to his thick burly hair, stopping at the crotch of his skin-tight Levi's. Accustomed to such scrutiny, he was greatly amused by it, but the shy girl flushed crimson as he mocked her gesture by resting his eyes on her firm lush breasts as he asked the couple to sign in. And that meek husband of hers! No wonder she was embarrassed. He'd teach her what a man could do when he rammed his prick deep between those white thighs of hers and buried its head far up inside her quivering little belly.
The movie camera whirred on, but Darren barely noticed. Wild with desire, it was all he could do to keep from ramming his cock up into her innocent young body right now. Slow down, he thought, the best pictures still had to be taken, and he had to stay hard a long time. She would come crawling to him in those shots, begging for more; those were the ones where she was consciously participating, that would keep the two men out of jail and prove she did it voluntarily.
"Gweyn, it would make me feel good if you kissed and sucked on my penis," whispered Darren convincingly.
"Yes, Mark darling." But she did not move.
This is a hell of a predicament, thought Darren who glanced up at the photographer for directions to arouse the hypnotically entranced girl's interest in her 'husband's' neglected penis. "Rub it over her lips, gently," whispered Lionel, hunched behind the whirring camera lens.
"Put it in your mouth, dear," repeated Darren. Trembling, the girl's hand reached up to the throbbing cock pressing into the small valley of her lipstick reddened lips. As instructed, she opened her mouth, and the smooth, throbbing tip slipped partially through her stretched lips and came to rest against her bared teeth. The soft flesh of the ripe full puckered lips closed softly around the head. "That should be a good sequence," smiled the man behind the camera.
"Darren could feel the hot air exhaling from her nostrils, making his cock extend another few inches, and could feel her innocent inexperienced young tongue quivering in ignorance against the hardened male flesh in her mouth.
"Oh, oh," he muttered. "Suck and nibble, that's right." Darren began moving his hips back and forth as Lionel moved the tripod in for a closeup. Already several small droplets of cum had seeped from Darren's cock and had lubricated her lips that were surrounding his throbbing cock. Staring down at her contorted face, he could see a small stream of glistening saliva and cum running out of the corner of her mouth. For a'moment he thought he could wait no longer; his animal urge was too strong. He wanted to shoot his full load into her sweet young gullet; he wanted to see her larynx jiggling up and down as she tried to gulp it down. He could see it now what a fuck-film this would make! His cum would spurt out of her mouth, into her hair, and run like a white hot flow of lava across her breasts and down her belly. The thought of watching himself on the screen, directing this lovely young thing into any lewd position and act he so desired excited the porno star into a frantic motion and he was uncontrollably slithering his excitedly throbbing cock down her throat, causing the girl to gasp for air and claw at his buttocks when Lionel squealed with glee and cautioned, "Take it easy. We've still got a couple of rolls of cunt-licking and fucking to shoot."
Darren sighed as he removed his cock from the wetly glistening lips. God, how he wanted to squirt it into her. He rose on his knees, and stroking her blonde hair away from her face, whispered into her ear. "And now, my beloved, your adoring husband will give you pleasure like you've never known."
Reaching down, he removed the lace strap from her pink negligee, and stared hungrily at her round supple breasts. With a low moan of lust, his hot eager lips fastened like a leech to the nipple. Another flash.
Beneath his lips, he heard a low groan of pleasure from the girl.She placed both hands gently and possessively behind his head. Darren looked up and grinned at Lionel. And his lips went back to work, as his other hand dropped until it found the moist hot cavern between her soft thighs. He used his finger to tease across the length of her vaginal lips. "Oh . . . oh," she mewled.
The aroused girl began to breathe more rapidly as the pleasureful sensation in her body overtook her. Darren used his thumb and forefinger to tease her gently pulsating clitoris, which brought a low moan from Gweyn's lips smeared with cherry red lipstick and cum. "Mark, rub me harder. It feels so good. Bite me!"
With a victorious smile, Darren crawled ont the bed and crouched on all fours over the helpless young body. "Gweyn, wrap your legs around my shoulders," he ordered. As instructed, the girl bent her legs at the knees and spreading her thighs wide raised and placed her calves up over his muscular tanned shoulders. Darren pushed her knees back against her chest; her upturned vagina, secreting its own lubricant, was in plain sight unprotected and vulnerable. His mouth watered as he gazed at the palpitating little cunt. This little bitch was going to get it! He couldn't wait to feast on that sweet pussy. His head lowered, his mouth opened, and his tongue like a miniature little prick was ready for action. Lionel zeroed the camera in for a close-up now.
The girl gasped. "Oh! Mark, you've never done that before. No!" She thrashed as his lips encompassed and begun sucking hotly at the soft hair-lined opening. His tongue flickered out like lightning against the tiny clitoris, which was beating visibly in its soft, hair-fringed nest. "Ohhh," she moaned. Her hands came down and pressed against both sides of his head; it was as though she didn't know whether to force him away or force his tongue and face even deeper into the moistly throbbing pit of her cunt. Now his tongue had begun seeking entry into the vaginal passage itself. It flicked in and out rapidly, little licks and little strokes of passion that penetrated almost two full inches into the wetly pulsating walls. The girl's hands fell loosely from his head as she groaned and began to grind her naked hips upward in an effort to draw his tongue deeper up into her cunt.
Darren was an expert in arousing women to the point of weeping masses of flesh. Four years of experience in porno films had taught him every trick.
Suddenly, he withdrew his tongue and his mouth from her now hotly responding vagina. Gweyn groaned again, this time in disappointment, but only for a second, for his tongue had begun working again; its soft flicking tip made tiny teasing circles around the quivering erected clitoris, andhis lips sucked, drawing the organ deeper into the hot saliva-filled cavern of his mouth. Then he abruptly changed techniques again. like a thirsty dog lapping water, he used his tongue to lick the entire length of her wetly rotating little cuntal slit. Gweyn's loud moans of pleasure turned almost into a scream of delight when his tongue traced a pattern of fire past her vagina and kept going down, down until it made lewd, flicking entry into the tight, puckered little anal ring.
The camera whirred on, its all-seeing lens recording for all time the lewd, lascivious acting going on in front of it.
But Darren paid no attention to the noise it made. He had the snooty little bitch going; she squirmed and panted like a helpless puppet under his tongue. She could even be brought back to her senses now and she'd be so hot that she would beg him to continue. She was completely at his mercy. Her mewls drove his tongue faster and faster as it licked its way up and down the now wildly clasping lips of her cunt. She was almost there; he could tell by the excited contractions of her vaginal muscles. His muffled laughter came as her hands desperately clawed at his head seeking to drive his tongue further and further into her. The hot happy bitch, he thought; she doesn't realize that what she really wants right now is a hard cock fucking her shitless. She'll be begging for it within seconds.
He pulled his face away, tormenting her. Gweyn's face was wildly contorted in what appeared to be pain. She cried, and it was a moaning plea, "No . . . Mark, Mark! Please, keep going."
Darren teased her with merciless rejection until she forced him frantically with her hands behind his head, pressing his mouth against her hungrily quivering vagina. His lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening and he fucked his tongue deep up into it again. Her thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. On his inward strokes, he could feel her deeper vaginal muscles sucking and milking at his tongue as though they were seeking to rip it out by the roots and devour it. Gweyn's legs had found leverage against his back and she pushed down until he could barely breathe. With tongue deep in her vagina, he used the tip of his nose to titillate the tiny throbbing clitoris. Every muscle in the girl's body seemed to be as taut as a steel cable. The cords of her neck tendons stood out as she tried to raise her head to look down her naked body and see what he was doing.
"Oh! Ahhh! Ahhhaaa," she stammered, as if questioning what exactly was happening ot her. Then she screamed in a shrill voice, "Aiiee . . . Ah . . . aiiieee, I'm cumming, darling! I'm cumming, Mark!" Her body thrashed from side to side, her legs splayed open wide releasing his head, and her feet beat a tattoo of wild abandoned lust against the crumpled sheets on either side of his upper body.
No longer alarmed that the bright movie lights might awaken her, Darren could stand it no longer. Even as the girl was thrashing and twitching involuntarily in the throes of her orgasm, he grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees again and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders. His long rigid prick was placed against the visibly throbbing lips of her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you blind," he grunted through gnashing teeth, and suddenly began pushing forward. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted his huge circumference for only a moment, then rapidly gave way to his unrelenting pressure. Down, down, down, the pulsating white rod drove.
Trying to lessen the pressure of the assault upon her tender vagina, Gweyn whimpered, "Oh, Mark, it hurts."
Pausing, Darren could feel the contractions of her cunt squeezing at the head of his cock; he hadn't realized the girl's pussy was so tight. It fit like a very tight leather glove over his prick.
Obviously, she had never had a prick this deep into her before, he gloated, remembering her embarrassment when he caught her staring at the bulge in his skin-tight Levi's the day before, and he watched her from above with a lust-filled smirk on his face. Her lips had curled back from her throat. Pleading, incoherent whimpers of pain came from deep within her throat.
He could stand it no more. He rammed forward, giving her all the inches he had in one great implacalbe thrust: his huge expanded cock sunk in all the way to his pubic hair, and his balls like liquid-filled pendulums slapped hard against her uplifted buttocks. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his body as sh kicked futilely into the air and screamed, "Oh, God! You're hurting me. Mark, please!" It was a scream wrenched from the deepest depths of her tortured womb.
like a sadistic madman, Darren screwed her brutally down into the squeaking mattress fucking into her helplessly upraised little pussy mouth with uncontrolled fury.
Lionel's upper lip twittered with excitement as he watched the stud-like young man ravish the helpless girl. This would definitely be one of the best films they'd made, the hunched man thought confidently to himself as he lowered the camera between their legs and focused the camera lens for a closeup of his cock fucking into her cunt. Lionel filmed jealously as the whitely pistoning rod drove relentlessly into the girl's tightly clenched vagina. Darren was hung like a horse.
Lionel could feel the effects of voyeurism overtaking him, and his own hungry penis began growing inch by inch while the young bride's beautiful, slenderly curved body seemed to reacting slightly differently. Her groans of pain came less often now; they sounded different. Once, when Darren had pulled his prick out about five inches and then driven it inward with one masterful in-fuck, the girl had moaned and an unmistakable flicker of pleasure crossed her contorted face.
Seconds later, there was an almost imperceptible change in activity on the bed. Lionel saw it first, simply a small motion on the part of the girl as she ground her ass-cheeks experimentally to meet a downward thrust. The rest came rapidly; the young bride's eyes were beginning to glaze in pleasure, nad her tongue had crept out of her mouth to rest quivering on her lower lip. What a lustful picture! Lionel lost no time in capturing her lewd expression on film. Whrrrr!
Now the girl was moving, experimentally rotating her hips and putting her arms around Darren's midriff. Not satisfied with this, she reached down and cupped his buttocks in the palms of her hands and began of her own volition forcing his heavily burgeoning cock deeper and deeper into her now hungrily engulfing cunt.
Darren could hardly contain himself as he felt her abdomen begin moving up and down rhythically in time to the cunt-splitting thrust of his lust-hardened cock. The tightly contracting muscles inside her pussy were hungrily at work massaging and sucking at the heavily inflated head of his rigid penis. With each witlidrawal of his long white cock, the thin, curl-fringed lips of her vagina pulled and milked desperately at the pile-driving instrument. The girl was a natural born fuck-film actress, he thought in glee, as her now hotly reacting body pumped up and down on the rigid penis fusing their two nakedly gyrating bodies together as though she'd been paid a million dollars.
Lionel's tiny, pale blue eyes widened with excitement as he watched the girl strain against the young stud on top of her frail body. When she raised her ass from the mattress, he could see the little brown puckered anal entrance already covered with trickling white cum, thick and creamy. And he thought happily with anticipation: You're next, my sweet little asshole, you're my treat! Lionel's camera whirred ceaselessly in rapid synchronicity as frame after frame of lust was captured on the full-color film the utter abandonment of her labors and the half-crazed smile of lust playing across her taut lips. She was fucking her cunt back up at him even faster and more forcefully than the man on top of her, and thrusts had become more violent as she desperately sought her second orgasm. Above the tortured creaking of the bed and the almost obscene slap of flesh against flesh, Lionel could actually hear the wet sluicing sounds of her hungrily sucking pussy as it reluctantly loosened its hold on the lustfully driving cock sunk deeply between her thighs.
Then the girl's back arched and she pushed upward with a frightening power that almost threw the film star off the bed. "Oooooh God . . . I'm cumming, love me. Fuck harder . . . fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck . . . fuck . . . Mark!" With a deep-throated groan, her body began convulsing in lewd untamed pleasure. Hot wet cum spurted from the throbbing passage. Its sticky warmth flowed down the crevice created by her buttocks; the viscous fluid flooded her anus bringing an impatient groan from Lionel. She jerked about frantically, as though she were suffering from an epileptic seizure. She clawed at the young man's back; her legs pumped against him as she sought to drive his heavily burgeoning cock up in deeper. Darren's face was taut as he sought his own release; he rammed his cunt-reaming cock forward with all his fading strength. His body drooped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe tits against his own hairy chest. His long hard strokes fucked violently in and out of the steaming passage that was now wet and slippery from the girl's continuing cumming around his cock. Abruptly, he could feel the orgasm building up like explosive fumes inside his tortured balls as htey beat against her nakedly grinding ass-cheeks. The lustful pleasure arched across the nerves of his abdomen and his prick throbbed once, twice . . . then began to spurt out long thin waves of hotly scalding liquid deep up into her belly.
"I love you, Mark! Cum in me . . . cum all the way inside me," Gweyn whispered as her head lolled from side to side and she frantically pumped her vagina up and down the long spurting rod of flesh in an effort to drain it of everything it had.
Darren felt the hot slippery walls of her cunt sucking hungrily at his cock until there was nothing left in him, and his hardened organ began to deflate like a pricked balloon.
The girl lay back full length on the bed, with his cock still buried inside her. "That was beautiful, darling," she said. Her eyes closed in weary pleasure.
Darren slowly pulled his slippery penis from the girl. She moaned as though not satisfied.
Lionel, now impatient, zoomed in up between her open thighs for a last closeup as the cum-drained cock slowly slithered out of her semen-flooded cunt. He could see the girl's wet matted pubic hair glistening on both sides of her vaginal lips. The insides of her milk-white thighs were shimmering with the cum from both of their bodies. The open crevice of her ass was completely wet from it, and Lionel knew he could operate the camera no longer; he had to empty out his own wildly excited balls deep up inside that virginal little asshole. This woman was lubricated and ready for something she would never forget. Already he knew how it would feel. So smooth and tight, still warm from the cunt-flooding fuck she had just received for the camera.
"My turn," crackled the older man's voice as he dropped his trousers exposing a cock weathered by many boughten nights of pleasureful lust.
Darren wiped his sperm-moistened penis dry on the flowered sheet, now hanging loosely over the side of the bed, and put on his Levi's. Still panting from the explosive orgasm, he wearily positioned himself behind the tripod to photograph the final scene of the film. "Ready to roll," was his only comment.
Lionel crawled onto the bed, his knees scraping across the sheets, and whispered to Gweyn, "Gweyn, honey . . . this is your husband, Mark. Tell me you love me, baby."
The entranced girl clung to the pillow, matted with sweat, and mumbled, "Mark, I love you."
"If you love me," insisted the hypnotist, "you would want to give me as much pleasure as I gave you. It would be kind of you to suck my penis." Lionel's heart started pounding with desire at the sound of his own words.
Obediently, Gweyn opened her soft, sensuous lips and turned her head toward the man kneeling beside her and licked the cock in front of her face to greater burgeoning hardness.
"Now, Gweyn, I'm going to give you pleasure you will never forget," he grinned down at her as she licked the first small, whitely forming drops of semen away. "But first you must get on your hands and knees. Good girl. Now spread your legs as wide as you can."
Darren moved in for a closeup as the girl rolled over. Lionel used both thumbs to peel the smooth white cheeks of her tender young buttocks apart to reveal the quivering, puckered little brown circle of her rectum that was no larger than a dime. He rubbed his cockhead on the still thinly throbbing crevice of her cunt, lubricating it with the slowly trickling liquid from where the other man had come up inside her. The girl winced when Lionel inserted his middle finger into the tight, tiny opening and moved it in and out, and around and around. The girl moaned in pain when a second finger joined the first. "Your pain will become pleasure, my dear, flex your asshole wide," the hypnotist intoned. Then the old man could stand it no longer as the young, nakedly kneeling girl complied, her softly curved buttocks straining in her effort to obey. Placing the tip of his tongue-licked hardness against the tightly straining little opening, he plunged forward.
Darren zoomed the 16 mm lens in for another close-up just as the head of Lionel's cock disappeared through the tight resisting ring of anal muscle. Three rolls he shot as Lionel continued to fuck his prick into her virginal rectum and until her groans became mewls of pleasure and surprise and finally of screaming release as her helplessly impaled body reacted orgasmically like a female bitch dog in heat to the unnatural fucking of her cock-stretched young asshole.
The "No Vacancy" sign was switched back off and neon lights invited unexpected guests to join the mysterious goings-on at the motel and Lionel and Darren quickly changed the sheets in Room 5, hiding all evidence of misbehavior. The girl, still blank-eyed, sat in the overstuffed chair next to the television set. No words came from her mouth and no facial expression gave way to her feelings. She was a beautiful, sexual robot in their hands, at their mercy.
"We've tidied up your bed, Gweyn," twittered Lionel. "Now crawl in and get a good night's sleep. As soon as you hit the bed you will fall asleep and you will remember all that has happened as only a dream . . . a nice and beautiful dream that will keep your cunt wet all the time from thinking about it. "
Stiffly, the girl walked to the bed and lying down, pulled the clean white sheets up to her chin, turned her head to the side, and immediately fell asleep. "It was all a dream," her subconscious repeated as she drifted off.
"What's she going to think when she wakes up?" queried Darren.
"Stop worrying, Darren," snapped Lionel. "I'm using a new technique. All instructions are given at the opening stages of hypnotism. By this method I hope to bring my subject's action to a more conscious level. You see, she will clearly remember having had sex and the pleasure of the experience, and that will be foremost in her mind. With whom, it doesn't really matter after the first trance. That is why I said I was her husband to put her at ease. Soon we will be able to make these young girls act on their own to give their bodies freely without pretentions," explained the hypnotist. "With time you will understand."
The clock struck two. "The show is about to begin," chuckled the dark-eyed Darren. "Want to watch?"
The old man's pale eyes twinkled with lustful delight and he picked ujp his tripod and camera for assignment number two for the evening.
"Room 8," directed Darren as Lionel hobbled lamely down the hall in eager anticipation. "Gweyn's poor confused husband should be waking up next to Vera about now and when he sees those tits of hers, who knows what that poor frustrated fool will do," chuckled the tanned film star. "Remember when Vera first came here with her fat husband? So sweet, so innocent, and whammm . . . two nights in bed with me and she begged to stay. Now here she is, working for us, getting these young studs in bed with her so we can film them fucking her."
"If he performs half as well as his wife just did, this will be one hell of a movie," chirped Lionel. "Wait 'til tomorrow when she sees these films of herself she'll want to do anything we ask. I can see her getting down on all fours, spreading those milky white ass-cheeks for me. And she'll do it consciously, she'll do it for me." The hypnotist's imagination began unraveling lewd scenes of sodomy and lustful exuberance.
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The next evening, Gweyn Taylor crawled nakedly down on all fours, reaching back behind her smooth, curvaceous young buttocks and spread them where and as instructed, opened her mouth to suck lust-hardened cocks to cumming when commanded, and stroked areas of a strange man's body parts she never thought of touching or licking until she had reached those heights of sexual pleasure foreign to her subdued nature. With seminal juices from two strangers in her mouth, vagina and anus, they took an after photo of the schoolteacher from Wyoming smiling happily in the nude. Two days later Gweyn approached her newly married husband for a divorce, after five days of marriage.
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CHAPTER TWO
"Wow! Look at those sexy black silk sheets!" blurted the fifteen-year-old blonde with freckles femininely sprinkled over her nose and forehead. Shifting her shopping bag from her left arm to her right, her unconfined breasts swayed with the movement of her maturely built young body. Dressed in her favorite levi skirt that barely glazed the mounds of her taut little buttocks and a pink strapless jersey sun top exposing her soft shoulders, one could have mistaken her for a 22-year-old calendar pinup girl. "Why don't you buy sheets like that for your wedding night?" suggested Maria to her sister beside her.
"How impractical! Wait 'til you have to start doing your own laundry. You'll learn the merits of practicality," rebuked Adrian shaking her finger at her younger sister.
"But think of how much fun it would be making love on those silky smooth sheets. If I had enough money I'd buy them for you, just to make sure your wedding night at the Las Vegas motel is everything you hope it to be," offered Maria.
"Come on, Maria," broke in Adrian abruptly, "sex isn't the only good thing about marriage."
Maria's blonde curls cascaded to her soft shoulders as a gust of wind loosened the hairpin holding her thick blonde hair away from her delicately sculpted cheek bones. With deliberation, she turned to her older sister whose lack of makeup often made her face appear expressionless and aloof-especially when there was something disturbing her otherwise stable countenance. "Somehow I get the feeling you're not really looking forward to getting married, Adrian."
"You know me," explained Adrian, I seldom show my excitement." She almost choked on the dishonesty of her own words.
"I can't wait to get married," said Maria dreamily. "I would buy nothing but silk sheets according to my moods. Yellow when I felt happy, red when I wanted to make love . . . " Her sister's laughter interrupted her reverie, and Maria blushed when she realized her sister's laughter was not from amusement, but embarrassment.
Family friends never failed to point out the difference between the two sisters: Adrain, intelligent, frail and shy; Maria, aggressive, witty, and emotional. Now since Adrain was engaged to be married, she and her younger sister had begun sharing secrets behind closed doors, and the innocence of the elder astounded the younger sister.
"All you talk about is sex," chided Adrian.
"It's the last new experience I've had," pouted the sexy young sister.
"What?" blurted Adrian.
"You mean you didn't realize that after all the woman-to-woman talks we've had since you've been home from school?" Maria's mouth opened in a wide circle in shock at her sister's ignorance. "You won't tell Mom, will you?" begged Maria.
With assurance Adrian promised not to reveal any sisterly secrets, but her cautious nature took over as she warned, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant? What about your reputation at school? Don't you care what happens to you?" Adrian was visibly shocked.
"I thoght you knew. David and I have been in love for the past six months. Actually it happened at our school picnic. One of the guys brought some dope and David insisted I try smoking some. It made me feel all warm inside and when he unzipped my shorts and stripped them off with my panties, I couldn't even stop him I was so numb."
"Maria!" shouted her sister whose package fell to the sidewalk as she Covered her ears with her hands. "I don't want to hear anymore about sex. That's all anybody talks about. You and Dan!"
Maria's jaw dropped a full three inches at the realization of her big sister's innocence. "You mean you're still a virgin?"
"what's wrong with that?" Adrain raised her head as she stooped over to retrieve her bag containing an assortment of cookbooks. "You high school kids, running around smoking dope and making love when you know nothing about it. Times have changed."
"Wait a minute. I'm not running around fucking every guy on the block; it's only with David. Really, Adrian, you make me sound like one of my classmates who hangs out in the pool halls. Besides," she continued, "it feels good."
Adrian's heart pounded mercilously in the shallow confines of her chest. Embarrassment and rage welled within her as her memory focussed on that night, just two weeks ago, when she returned frustrated and tear stained from a date with Dan. As usual, the point of contention was Adrian's insistence on waiting for their wedding night to consummate their three year relationship.
A tall and sinuous physical education teacher, Dan made a striking contrast next to the pale, petite Adrian, and it was this overwhelming presence of his that often left her speechless and in tears when his rage turned against her. It was a continuing battle with her psyche: she wanted so badly to let him know how she feared the intrusion of his powerful sexual organ into her viginal innocence, but to prevent his anger from building, she would let him fondle her breasts or even trace a circle of soft caresses around the pink bud of her untouched nipples.
Looking before her, like a deathly pendulum, that fateful evening sent shudders up her spine each time her younger sister mentioned her social affairs and the word "sex" in particular.
On that particular evening, Adrian had permitted him the possession of her breasts and the exposure of the sacred area promised to him upon marriage. Usually a calm and overly cautious young woman, Adrian lost control of herself as wave after wave of lustful sensations left her heart pounding with fear of submission. In tears, she ran from the car and quietly unlocked the back door leading to the kitchen.
In the distance she could hear Dan's car screech to an abrupt halt in obeyance of a nearly neglected stop sign. Hoping her mother would not awaken, she fumbled in the dark kitchen for the refrigerator door where she hoped to find a cold refresliment to soothe her raspy throat. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she groped for a chair, and carefully set it down near the kitchen window overlooking the patio where the night lantern burned brightly, attracting bugs and mosquitoes that swarmed in heavy circles in adoration of brightness.
Damn him, she thought. I only want to make our wedding night special . . . meaningful. It's not easy for me, either. But of course he doesn't realize that. He calls me a p-prick teaser. And every time I try to tell him anything that's important to me, he tells me I'm acting like a little girl and he gets angry. Maybe if I . . .
Her thoughts were distracted by whispering voices, as though coming from a great distance, somewhere in the living room. Must be Maria with David, thought Adrian, glancing at the kitchen clock whose luminous dial pointed toward twelve.
With burning curiosity, Adrian pushed her shoes off and padded across the carpeted hallway leading to the front of the house. The sounds had started again and were more pronounced now, and she had no difficulty telling they were coming from the direction of the living room. Her mind was still numb from the verbal fight with Dan and she wasn't sure she should make her presence known, or slink off to the kitchen and wait for them to finish their antics.
A low animal-like grunt told her the obvious: Maria and David were necking and maybe even petting. Adrian heaved a silent sigh; she sometimes felt envious of her little sister for her openess with men. Holding her breath, Adrian moved up the hallway and stood immoble to the side of the threshold to the living room. "Mmmmmmm," the sound lolled out from her sister's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in almost rapid succes sion. "Ohhh, God, yes, yesss," David's voice breathed low and impassioned.
Adrian stood stock still, frightened to death the floor in the aging house would creek, giving voice to her presence. What an embarrassing situation, she thought; I can't leave and I can't stay. But the decision was made for her when her little sister's voice murmured, "David, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it, and it tastes so good, round and hard in my mouth. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it." Adrian was beside herself with the confusion of sudden shock and curiosity.
She recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? She had known some poeple did such things but she had never expected it of her sister. Adrian cupped her mouth with her hand as the movement of bodies on the living room couch continued its revealing rustle, rustle.
"Now hold it in your hand, Maria," she heard David's voice command, low and moaning. "Jerk it with your fingers, yeah, oh yeah, that's right."
Suddenly, Adrian heard Maria's voice let out a muffled laugh that slowly turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was her little sister doing now, her mind raced.
"Tell me you want to suck it, tell me again," she heard Maria tease.
"I said suck it, fuck it with your mouth," David's voice became more insistent. "Ooooh, mmmmmm, yes, lick it with your tongue. Swirl your tongue around it. That's right," he purred. "I'll have you trained to be a damn good fuck by the time you reach age,"David assured his fifteen year old girlfriend.
"Mmmmmmgh," the wet lapping-sucking sounds started low and then became more and more violent.
"Now raise your ass up," she heard David's voice command in passionate tones of desire.
"Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours, let me fuck you with my fingers . . . oh, baby, loosen your lips and let me stick my prick in further, I want to push it down your throat," he blurted out.
So this is why mom grounded her for two weeks, thought Adrian.
The neighborhood gossip had always been a source of disgust for her, but maybe the neighbors knew more than she suspected. How could her sister at such a young age allow her tender body to be filled by the sex organ of a man who was not even planning to marry her? No wonder her mother was dead set against David.
Adrian leaned against the cool wall of the hallway, her legs suddenly feeling slack, but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly. "When I cum I want you to gurgle it around in your throat and swallow it, do you hear, suck it and swallow it."
Adrian felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but she wasn't. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as Dan touched the soft silken curls of her vagina just an hour ago, arousing her to a level of sexual excitement she could, for the first time, not deny Now, what she had imagined was actually happening to her sister. He was putting his cock inside Maria's full lipped mouth and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hottly throbbing head of his prick, sucking on it, the words blazed in flaming print across her consciousness. She had to leave, there was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her long brown hair cascading over the front of her lacey blouse and suffered with the image of that long thick cock plunging into the young girl's wetly ovaled mouth, her long blonde hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands . . .
"I'm going to cum, honey, stop, st-st-stop, before I cummmmm!"
Then the moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and another short groan before momentary silence.
"I've been neglected," came the short pouting remark from Maria's lips. Then she purred: My little pussy needs some attention too. Do you want to suck my cunt?"
"Yes, baby! Yes! Turn upside down on top of me and we can suck each other at the same time!" Her boyfriend groaned as the sound of re-shuffling bodies filled the room.
"Then here it is. Isn't it lovely? It feels good when you touched it, but I want you to lick it."
"I'll put my tongue down like this . . . how is this. I'll suck your clit first."
"Yes, lick . . . suck my little clit. Oh, oh, God, you can fuck me with your tongue. God, you lick-your tongue feels gorgeous." the girl crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling desires.
"Adrian felt weak from her neck to her toes. To hear her sister talk like this was shocking enough, but to act it out, too! Adrian wasn't even certain that she knew the meaning of all the words they were using, having attended a religious college her friends were mostly daughters of ministers and deeply involved in cultural activities, not sexual discussions.
Adrian's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the room. She pressed one hand tightly to her breast as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop, it lurched on accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her boyfriends cock and his wetly swirling tongue up between her naked thighs. She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of wetly smacking and sucking lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple; and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warming tremblings of arousal that began seething around deep in her groin.
"Oh, my darling . . . oh, God, lick faster, stick your tongue up my pussy . . . G-God, it feels so GGoooooddd."
Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first few words David emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sybillant whisper: "Baby, lets fuck. I want to fuck . . . you . . . right now . . . I want my cock in your hot pussy."
"Say it again," Maria mewled. "S-say you want to fuck me . . . say it and make my cunt jump!"
"I-I, I'm going to fuck you. That's it, open your legs wide, here. I'm coming in, Ooooo."
"Yes, oh you feel so big, it feels so goddamned good, David. Fuck, oh fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck it. Fuck my little cunt like you never fucked it before.
Adrian could feel the perspiation flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling pleats of her lace blouse. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt tingling up beneath her panties, still aroused from Dan's soft caress. She pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling would not stop. Nothing was clear to her, she understood nothing-she could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought the she would do it! She would touch herself with her fingers!
Other times when she returned from an evening with Dan she had been forced to put a stop to his eager odesseys down there because of an underlying fear that she, herself, would lose all control. It did feel wonderful; that, at least, she could admit. Unfortunately, after these episodes, she would lie awake all night feeling the restless pounding of her heart being echoed deep within her womb. One night-for the first and only time-the throbbing had become so painfully intense that she had touched herself there with one finger. She moved it cautiously, and her lonely vagina cried out in ecstacy. A second finger joined the first, the two of them gently rubbing back and forth on the now damp slit. The motions had become less tender-more rapid! She had continued this for almost fifteen minutes, but aside from her vagina becoming too tender to touch, nothing happened.
Since that time she had thought of satisfying herself in the dark privacy of her bedroom; but God! never like this while they were doing these wild things to each other only a few feet away.
As though in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth, and up and down over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing vaginal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy--and she moved her forefinger below the silk panties, then lifted the slender strap between her legs and finally slipped them off as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.
The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as her sister and boyfriend thrashed hotly together on the couch in wild throes of pleasure. Fucking, that was what they were doing, the salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed herself against the thinly hair-lined lips of her open cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of puritan values. But she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her cuntal passage expanding; her finger was a cock, she imagined. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck with them. But she didn't.
The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another finger up inside her vagina and began squirming her buttocks back and forth over them as though they were the wild plunging of her husband's-to-be warmly throbbing prick. The squeak of the springs on the couch became more violent, and she thrust her fingers more desperately into the moisture of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. The thought that no this was horrible, she should stop, again floated through her consciousness-it had been this lewd submission to sexual delights that she feared-yet a warm sensation coursed through her curvaceous young body, and she fucked her hotly working fingers even harder up into her moistly flowering pussy.
"Yes, oh yes!" Maria panted. "Every bit of it, lover . . . I want you to jam your cock in me all the way. Clear up to my throat!"
"For a fifteen year old, you're some lover," murmured David. "Watch out! Your big daddy's coming home."
Adrian could see, as through second vision, David's huge, thickly glistening cock ramming its way into her sister's holty sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole-and her gasps began to match that of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted everything that Maria was getting, she wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.
"Oh, oh, oh,! " came the hot, guttural grunting sounds building in flesh smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.
Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Adrian let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up her skirt so her entire nakedly upraised ass-cheeks were exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt and ripped through her with a new shudder of ecstacy. Her body was like an expanding balloon ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the hair on Dan's masculine chest. The wetly sluicing sound of "squish . . . squish-squish," became clearly discernable to Adrian's ears as her hand thrust and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed rhythmically beneath her kneeling body.
"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful cockkkk!" she heard Maria cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstacy. "Fuck . . . me . . . good . . . move your cock out in me that way. David, you feel so good. You . . . you're the only guy I-I'd let fuck me like this."
Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Adrian's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy, as she imagined Dan grinding his smoothly gyrating buttocks like a human corkscrew between the widespread thighs of her sister. Oh, if only this was her wedding night, she'd have nothing to fear and everything to give. But it wasn't Dan's desire raised hardness that was giving her this pleasure, it was her own finger. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson, her eyes clouded over with lust-tears, as her body raced toward an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for three years she had known Dan. But now it was completelyingnited like a time bomb.
"like this . . . is . . . this . . . what you mean . . fuck like . . . thiiiiis!"
"Oh, oh, arrgh, " Maria groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder, haaaarder. Oh, I love you so much David. I love the way you fuck your cock up into me!"
"Eeeeeiiiiii". Adrian heard the two muffle their screams of lust in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent blouse waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of dark hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible obscenities.
"Yes . . '. oh, David . . . cumming. I'm cummmming." Maria's voice rippled through the dark.
"Oh baby, oh honey, here I cum, too. God, arrrh," his peircing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signifying that the fury of the couples savage orgasm was matching her own.
In one final lurch, Adrian arched up over the carpet, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing opening of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling buttocks still swaying back and forth in salacious little gyrations behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to witlidraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple whispering inaudibly and then the rustle of hands groping for clothing signalled their readiness to end the evening of love. Adrian's fingers slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.
"Do you think anybody heard us?" asked Maria, her voice slow with fatigue of sexual satisfaction.
"I sure hope not," was the reply. "All we need is for your mother to hear us fucking or a few more stories of group gossip from your nosey neighbors, and she'll never let us see each other again."
Hearing those words, reality came back to Adrian with a sickening jolt. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her discolored skirt down over her sides and buttoned her blouse to hide her still erect nipple. Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back to the kitchen where she stood trembling in front of the open window in the fresh night air for a long moment.
After Maria was in bed, she would sneak safely through the kitchen door and enter through the living room. Maria would hear her fumbling with the lock, as usual, and suspect nothing.
* * *
Early the next morning the phone rang demandingly, and a troubled Adrian lifted the receiver to be greeted by the voice of her husband-to-be. "Hello? Adrian . . . "
"Yes, she answered, rubbing her still closed, sleepy eyes.
"Listen, Adrian . . . I'm, I'm sorry about getting so angry with you last night. Sometimes I get a little hot headed," he apologized. "It's just that I'm looking forward to our honeymoon in Las Vegas so much that I kinda get carried away."
"Oh, oh . . . well, it's thoughtful of you to call," said Adrian dryly.
Dan continued, "Just wanted you to know I'll be picking you up around eight o'clock tonight for the picnic."
"See you then," was her only reply. "Goodbye." Click.
Adrian stumbled back to her rumbled but inviting bed, pulled the covers over her head and tried to empty her mind of the horrifingly realistic events of-the night before. What if Dan were to find out! she thought with humiliation. He'd never talk to me again.
The afternoon passed in a blur of confusion, as if she had hallucinated the entire scene that led to her moral downfall. Each time she strolled the carpeted hallway chills ran up and down her spine, tickling her with warm waves of humiliation. Had she really denied her husband-to-be the delights of her flesh, only to savor them herself? At least Maria was sharing with her boyfriend, even though Adrian did think fifteen a bit too young to be indulging in such heavy sexual affairs.
"What's the matter, honey?" her mother approached silently from behind, "you haven't been acting like yourself today. Nervous? You and Dan fight?"
"No, Mom, just a little tired from making all these preparations for the wedding. I still have to select the floral arrangements," she lied.
Mrs. Nash lit a femininely slim cigarette. "How lovely of your friends to have a picnic for you. Don't have such a good time tonight that you forget about the shower my bridge club is having for you on Wednesday. They've always thought so much of you."
Nervously fumbling through her leather bag, Adrian stammered incoherently about the cleaners and finding keys, and before her mother could interrogate further, Adrian was out of the door amd starting the green station wagon parked in the shrubbery-lined driveway. From the car window Adrian spotted her mother's slim silhoutte peering through the draped living room window, a look of confusion on her kind, motherly face.
Oh, God, what if she heard me, thought Adrian, remembering the problems her mother had trying to sleep at night since the doctor had given her hormome pills for this troublesome time in her female life. The last person who would understand, sighed the girl; all she talks about is what a terrible thing it is being a woman.
That evening, at precisely eight o'clock the doorbell rang and Mrs. Nash ushered the masculine young althlete to the kitchen where he hungrily devoured a plate full of still warm oatmeal cookies and three glasses of milk. All the while she offered advice, as expected of a mother-in-law, regarding the complex adjustments demanded by husbands on newly married wives, and the accompanying pain of the sacred wedding night. Once or twice, Dan choked on the cookie injustly lodged in his throat, and reaching for a glass of milk to free his windpipe for a quick rebuttal, looked up to see hands threateningly in his face. When will this woman lay off this wedding night crap? he thought to himself. She must have really gotten it! No wonder her husband kicked off two years ago.
Adrian walked in just in time to hear the words 'easy on her, she's frail' spewing from her mother's mouth.
"Mom!" snapped Adrian.
"Ready to go?" Dan lost no time on excuses for an abrupt departure. Anything to get away from that middle-aged bag of wind.
Dan and Adrian arrived at the picnic grounds just as two kegs of beer were being unloaded from a tfuck, and swarms of men, all in their twenties offered assistace in tapping the foamy drink.
"Hey! Look who's here!" Heads turned in the direction of Dan's white sports car as he roared to a halt just feet away from an overturned picnic table.
Adrian jumped from the car, relieved to see her good friend Sue who was. to be her second bridesmaid. They had been friends since grade school, but since graduating from high school their interests had taken separate paths. Adrian went on to private religious college and Sue decided to become a hairdresser. Despite these differences they continued corresponding, although Adrian heard reports of group sex and heavy drinking from other high school friends who remained in their home town.
"Have a drink!" Sue shoved a half-empty whiskey bottle in Adrian's face. "Lets get loosened up and have a good time," she said twirling in circles causing her full skirt to follow the motion of her slinky hips now bare to her thighs delicately graced with lace-G-string panties of scarlet red.
Glancing over at Dan, Adrian's face flushed with anger to see the eyes of her beloved fixed on the thighs of her bridesmaid. But embarrassment of last night's escapades struck her like a blow of a hammer and her thoughts raced to her own selfish guilt. How could she be angry with Dan for enjoying the pleasures of fantasy which she herself had experienced?
From nowhere a drunken male body stepped into the drunken girl's circle of movement and, grabbing her around the waist, made her tumble on top of him. The two of them writhing in the grass and laughing in obscene giggles brought gales of laughter from the other couples who by now were sitting in the grass or leaning against the oak trees adorning the park wjiile they sipped the refreshingly cold beer in the warm night air.
"Here's to your wedding night in Las Vegas!" offered Donald who was to be the best man.
Cups over running with foam were lifted as a toast to the couple who stood hugging each other inseparably.
After making the rounds of warm handshakes and kisses, Dan suggested loudly, "Let's eat!"
In a second the grocery bags were emptied of their delicious contents and the bonfire devoured weiner after weiner as the inebriated cooks, easily distracted by peacks on the neck or salacious invitations from the young women around forgot their assigned responsibilites and instead snuck off to the remote privacy of the underbush.
Dan stooped over to give his bride-to-be a long, wet kiss, hesitating long enough to congraulate her on her liquor capacity that evening. He knew she found the taste of alcohol repugnant, but this evening she was wasting no time between beers. Suspicious, he surrepti-ciously examined the ground surrounding her to make sure she hadn't poured out any of the precious liquid. Dan was clearly fond of beer; in fact it had caused some dissension between he and Adrian.
Maybe she'll loosen up a bit and let me get inside her, his whirling conscious kept entreating. More nights like last evening and I'll go nuts. They had been dating for three years and never once would she allow him to even rub her thighs with his hotly throbbing penis.
"like another?" he offered his dark-haired sweetheart.
"Sure! Might as well join the party." Adrian's mind lept from the guilt of masturbation to the expected delights of having a man as close to her as David had been to her little sister-talking to each other of their love, openly, speaking of their feelings , both physical and emotional. Would she ever experience that closeness with Dan? She reached hungrily for the beer offered her, hoping it would erase these uncontrollable fears mixed with the ecstacy of expectation
One by one the couples drifted off inconspicously into the soft dark privacy of the summer night. "Want to go for a walk?" asked Dan slapping at a mosquito buzzing at his neck.
"Okay," was Adrian's only reply. She knew what would happen: Dan would beg her to make love to him, as usual, and his begging would make her feel his wishes for intimacy were an assault on her physical and emotional being. Yet a small voice inside her enticed her onward, always hopeful that this time it would be different: they would feel closer for their desires.
Loosening the straps of her standals, Andrian's toes splayed on the soft tickling grass laden with dew, making her giggle as the sensation mixed with the vertigo of alcohol coursed through her slender body, leaving her defenseless with delight. But the gleeful laughter was quickly extinguished by Dan's hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with amazement.
There, down below them, only about ten feet away lay two nude bodies. A closer look proved it to be their bridesmaid and best man!
Sue's naked white thighs were spread wide and jerking frantically in the air as Donald lay heavily between them. She saw Donald's buttocks raise revealing a huge white rod of glistening flesh in the moonlight; the rod was sunk deep between Sue's open thighs! Donald thrust it forward and the girl's naked vagina rose to meet it in midair. She squealed out in delight. Faster, faster, the two bodies moved against each other. Sue's breath was coming in loud, short, puppy-like pants and her movements were frantic. "Fuck me harder, harder . . . oh, yes . . . " Sue groaned then, with her face contorted in lascivious lust and passion, cried out, "I'm cumming, Donald. Ah?
Ahhh . . . aieeeee. I'm cumming. Fuck harder!" She made one maddened thrust upward and then fell back, her body spasming uncontrollably, her legs pounding the ground. A moment later, Donald rammed forward and groaned out his own release, and the couple lay still; the only sound was their hoarse exhausted breathing and the call of the crickets mating.
Adrian was only vaguely aware of Dan leading her away into the darkness. Well, now she'd seen it. She knew the word for it; Sue had been 'fucked' and Sue had used the word 'cum' as her body went insane with lust . . . just as Maria had screamed out she was 'cumming.' And Sue had enjoyed it . . . and so had Maria.
The sight had almost maddened her with a strange unwanted desire. She could feel the hot dampness now of her own awakening loins. Dan was pulling her firmly away from the others toward the darker shadows of the oak trees. Once, when she opened her mouth to say something, he held up his hand and silenced her. After they had gone about fifty yards, he stopped and pulled her body around toward him. They kissed. Adrian wasn't attempting to tease him; she had a fire in her loins that cried out for extinguisliment. She didn't know how to put out the fire or how it could be put out; that would be Dan's job. All she knew was that she was instinctively grinding her pelvis against that forbidden area where his trousers bulged-just as she gyrated the evening before against the carpet of the hallway. Instinct told her that when these two junctions were finally joined, the fire would blaze up in an all devouring conflagration, explode, and then slowly die like a beautiful sunset. She had heard the sounds of love between her sister and boyfriend, and she'd witnessed the closeness of such consumation.
Standing on tip-toe, Adrian struggled to wantonly press her abdomen against him. She suddenly felt Dan's sure hands sweep under the short skirt and cup her thin, panty-covered buttocks in his palms. A second later, his thumbs hooked over the elastic waistband and with one delicious motion, her panties were pulled down over her hips. Dan fumbled with his zipper and then the long hard rod which had been held captive for so long was released. It pressed hotly against her naked belly, throbbing hungrily with each beat of his heart. Standing pelvis to pelvis, she felt his knees spread outward a bit to lower himself. Then the fevered cock was brushing against the softly curling strands of pubic hair up between her thighs.
"Dan," she moaned. "Please . . . no. We can't." That was what her lips said, but her body was screaming. "Oh, yes, . . . now, right now, my darling husband. What difference does a day or so make now." And so without conscious volition, she flexed and relaxed her thigh muscles against his throbbing penis knowing by his moan of pleasure that she was instinctively doing the right thing.
Dan moved his cock teasingly between her tender thighs; she could feel the hardness of it moving back and forth inside its sheath of hot thin skin.
His finger had begun to seek out the now moistened entrance to her womb and after a second he found it. He turned his palm up to cup the whole of her naked pussy in his hand and, at the same time, force her thighs apart. She hated to lose that wonderful contact between her upper legs and his penis, but she permitted him to spread her anyway. His fingers were moving like those of a sensuous harp player across her vaginal lips. She wanted to cry out indelight. Never before had she ever felt anything so soul consuming. The debaucheries of last night's self indugence had satisfied her physically, but left her emotionally empty. How good it felt to be touching the naked body of one who desires the sweetness of your flesh. Her neck arched and she moved her face from side to side, her lips contorted and panting out over and over again, "No . . . no . . . no," perhaps from habit.
Dan was grinding his teeth and grunting softly as he moved his penis up and down the length of her thighs. She could feel some moisture there; she wondered if he had 'cum.' He was still hard, stillwas moving . . . so obviously, she thought, he hadn't reached his climax. There was a moisture-a hot, slippery moisture-in her own vaginal split; the same wetness she had experienced by her own hand once before. The artesian springs of passion were coming to life under his quivering rod.
"Adrian . . . please! I want you. Let me." He continued to rub her thighs with his prick.
I can't let you, she thought, incapable of speaking through her own longing. I can't stop you . . . I won't stop you if you really try. I want to experience that same ecstacy Maria does with David. I want to tell him in dirty words how it feels up inside me. His huge rod now had slipped up to the top of her thighs and its head pressed and quivered hotly against her hungrily throbbing cunt lips. She cried silently, "Oh, how I want you to make love to me. Do it now!" nothing escaped her lips except wild hoarse pantings of desire. For the first time in her life she felt as if something good was about to happen to her down there between her legs. Her heart rejoiced. There was no fear this time, as there had been in the past. No sudden witlidrawal of her senses with tears rolling down the sculpted softness of her soft round face. If anything, her senses stayed right there and intensified. It was beautiful-wonderful. She wanted to cry out to him, "Take me . . . take me now darling." When her fianc� began pushing her gently down toward the grass she went willingly. Panting, she lay on her back, legs slightly spread, looking up unseeing at the starry sky and watching as Dan unfastened his trousers and dropped them. Then he was kneeling between her thighs, the heat of his bare hips and buttocks against her abdomen and legs.
"Be gentle," she moaned, as she felt the huge head of his cock pressing at the lips of her unprotected vagina. She lay there, the heat of the moment on her-wanting it beyond all other things, and ecstatically happy that the fright had finally left her.
Dan's tongue sought possession of her mouth, his weight descended on her lower belly, and the first gentle probe of his cock slid lengthwise across her vaginal lips. She gave herself to the sensation; she could feel all reason leaving her body-replaced only by pure feeling. Dan lifted his buttocks back a bit in preparation for the first entry. The throbbing head of it touched her viginal lips, pushed forward and separated the soft yeilding pubic hair, and paused there, beating, beating, beating. Now he withdrew the head, now he replaced it back against her cunt lips and this time pressed just a trifle deeper. Oh, God, she thought; it's so beautiful. She could feel her vaginal lubricant oozing around the head of his cock. Now she wanted it deeper. Instinctively, she reached down there to caress his balls whenwith terrifying suddennessthe breathless moment was shattered by a flash of red lights from a police car only yards away.
The sight caused Adrian's nerves to suddenly scream and react as though a stick of dynamite had exploded beneath her. Then a car door slammed, and in the shadows of the twirling red light they saw a man approaching. Oh, God! thought Adrian. All I need is to be caught half-naked in the woods and have the police call my mother.
"Sorry if I'm disturbing anyone," apologized the policeman with embarrassment,"but we've had reports of a lunatic running through the park with no clothes on." The moonlight caught the metallic shine of the holstered gun as the man headed back toward his squad car and disappeared as suddenly as he'd appeared at the most crucial moment in Adrian's sweet 23 years of life.
Adrian put her hands aganist Dan's chest and pushed him away. Frantically, she tugged at her skirt, attempting to pull it down and cover her naked loins. The beautiful moment had fled, and the way her nerves were screaming it was probable that it would not return for a long time . . . if ever. It was as though she were a Pavlovian dog: drink the water, get a shock.
Her nerve endings were all jangling like a hundred alarm systems being shot out at once. She wanted to scream. Just as devastating was the embarrassment and humiliation left over from the night before; even the beer couldn't erase the shame. What if the policeman has seen her, she cried, with her legs spread out like a wanton whore. She covered her eyes and began to sob quietly.
Dan, however, had no thoughts of giving up this easily. When he tried to pull her skirt up again, she jackknifed her knees beneath him and twisted on her side. "Don't," she commanded, and it was an order not to be diobeyed. "I'm so embarrassed."
"God, we can't stop now," he groaned. "That policeman isn't coming back; he even apoligized."
"But what if he does?" insisted tearful Adrian.
Dan rolled over angrily. "Oh, shit!" he said very loudly, and got to his feet, pulling up his trousers.
"I'm sorry," she weeped. "I can't help it!"
"Come on," he said in a snarl of contempt. "It's never your fault is it? Get up!"
Trembling, Adrian stood and then feeling even more humiliated, reached down for her panties to cover the evidence of her excitement, only to find them sopping from the wetness of her own body and the moisture from the damp camp ground. Contritely, she completed her dressing and then said quietly, "Dan." No answer.
She sniffed. "Dan . . . I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, you acted like it," he stammered with anger.
"Well . . . I."
"Okay,okay. So we're both sorry," he said in a metallic voice. That doesn't make any difference to the condition I'm in right nowthe same damned condition I've been in ever since I met you-frustrated.
Adrian flared, "It's just as bad for me."
"Yeah. I can tell," he snarled. "Every time you get scared and frustrated you go running out of the car crying. like last night."
He turned finally and looked down at her. After a long moment, his shoulders shrugged and he sighed in exasperation. "You can turn it off. It's simple. But look at me. Look!" He cupped his bulging trousers in one hand and clenched his fist tight around it. "What am I supposed to do with this? Forget about it? It hurts a man when he gets all set to make love and then gets turned off cold."
Grabbing her arm, they headed toward the car. Everyone else had left earlier and Dan grumbled that he was probably the only male there the didn't get his righteous piece, and ironically enough he was the only one approaching marriage. What a hell of a situation, he thought. He might have voiced his opinion-it would have been no less apparent than his actions, thought Adrian.
On the ride home, Adrian's mind churned thinking of what the proper action would be at this point. She didn't want him to suffer from her fear of intercourse, but in' the mood he displayed he would not be as tender with her as she'd wanted her sex partner to be.
"Good night," he said, simply nodding his head, and again making no effort to kiss her.
And with that cold remark Adrian disappeared through the door.
* * *
CHAPTER THREE
The second Adrian unlocked the door she heard steps in the hallway and her mother, dangling a cigarette from her lipstick smeared lips, greeted her with another round of unwelcomed interrogations.
"How was your picnic," she asked sweetly but with a hint that there were more grave subjects on her mind than an evening of toasting marslimallows. Her eyes followed Adrian as she searched the refrigerator for a refresliment to quench her thirst from the six glasses of beer she'd drunk to quiet her mind still churning with humiliation and confusion of desires.
Her head whirling from the drink, Adrian answered "fine" as best she could, never lifting her eyes to meet the metallic blue of her mother's.
A sniffle alerted Adrian to her mother's tearful condition, and raising her head, noticed her mother's swollen eyes.
"What, what's the matter, mom?" asked the concerned Adrian, who as the elder sister carried the responsibility for the entire family since the death of her father two years past.
"It's rather embarrassing for me to admit," started Mrs. Nash, "but since your father died I haven't given you and Maria very good direction . . . I mean concerning affairs of the heart. There's been such nasty talk lately." Mrs. Nash took another long drag off her cigarette and extinguished the tortured butt in a certamic ash tray on the kitchen counter.
Adrian blushed crimson. Suppose someone had seen her, heard her last night! Maybe David had spied her out of the corner of his eye and told his friends.
Seeing her daughter's reaction, Mrs. Nash beckoned Adrian to sit down on one of the bar stools circling the counter top, and holding the sweaty palm of her elder daughter, continued. "Oh, not you, dear . . . you've always been my model child. It's Maria I'm worried about," she sniffled. Her red nails reached for the Kleenex box on top of the refrigerator.
"I've never cared for this David she's been going out with; he's a fresliman at City College, I've heard. A very smart and aggressive boy. But . . . " she stammered.
When will this stop? Adrian's conscious screamed relentlessly. Everybody makes such a big thing out of sex, that I can't even enjoy it. All I see is fear on one side and want on the other. It doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense.
"But don't let my worries about Maria ruin your wedding, dear. You've always been a frail girl, you know. I remember when I took you to the doctor for your first real physical. He told me then you might have some problems with children. Don't let that worry you, honey. I was built the same way when I was married." Mrs. Nash's eyes fell on the dark cascading hair of Adrian, and she stroked her daughter's hair like a child would a puppy.
"Come on, mom," blurted Adrian. "I'm not a little girl anymore." For the first time in an hour Adrian felt alert and confident she'd conquered the hazards of the beer she'd chugged on an empty stomach. "Why do you keep insisting I can't have children or that I'd be an inadequate wife? I'm almost beginning to believe that!"
She wanted so dreadfully to empty her mind to someone, to express her fears of inadequacy and let it be known that the only sexual experience she'd had was with herself. Maybe then everyone would be disgusted with her and just leave her alone. Dan came at her from one direction with his demands to let him make love to her, her mother insisted she was too frail to have children or even enjoy her wedding night, and her sister repeated obscenities for the benefit of her boyfriend. These three attitudes attacked her mind and pierced her heart with three vicious stabs, each one accompanied by a scream from the distraught girl who ran crying up the carpeted steps to the confines of her bedroom.
* * *
Just blocks away, tire marks marred the black pavement of the tree-lined suburban street. Dan realized remorsefully that he was acting like a high school kid, mad because he didn't score, but it's better, he thought, that I take it out on the car than Adrian.
He realized Adrian wanted to save her precious virginity for their wedding night, and he understood the torment it must have put her through. The last year had been especially hard, but intermittent affairs with practice teachers at the school where he taught physical education had kept him satisfied enough to tolerate nights of sexless love with Adrian. The problem was that Adrian wanted to go all the way . . . but at the last moment would decline, as if someone were whispering in her ear evil threats for her wanton desires.
"Bet you anything it's that mother of hers," he said aloud. "She hasn't had any for two years now since her husband died. Guess she figures if she can't have any, nobody can."
He rubbed his cock through the material of his trousers. His balls were hurting again the usual occurrence after a date with Adrian high and dry.
The neon lights of an all-night grocery store glared to the right of Dan, and after brief consideration, he decided to stop and get a six pack. Maybe that would help him forget.
"Hey! Look who's here," he whistled as his white sports car pulled up beside the familiar red convertible of one of the coming bridesmaids at his wedding. "Hello, Sue. What you up to?"
"Well, hello, lover," she chuckled invitingly. "Home from the party already? Where's Adrian?"
Dan's eyes scanned the full length of the voluptuous woman facing him, now bending over the door of his car, exposing the deep V of her tanned breasts. "Ah, ah, she had a bad headache. Took her home."
"Think you could give me a ride? I'm out of gas. I stopped here to make a phone call, but if you'd like to give me a ride . . . " her eyes twinkled.
Sue slid into the rider's side of Dan's car, and her skirt crept up almost to her waist. From the position of her legs, it was difficult to tell if she was wearing panties or not. Dan was all too aware of Sue's body next to him, even though she sat next to the opposite door. She'd made no effort to pull down her skirt when she got into the car. Her well-shaped thighs were really something to feast on, he thought, and the proud up-thrusting of her breasts beneath her sweater gave ample evidence that she had not bothered to put her bra back on after the picnic . . . if, indeed, she had ever worn one at all. He'd be willing to bet that she wasn't wearing panties, either. These thoughts and remembrances of the picnic scene brought stirring life to Dan's penis again. The vision of Sue being soundly fucked by Donald came back all too vividly. He knew he was tensing up, knew his prick was beginning to swell painfully again . . . knew also that Sue was aware of his tenseness. God, that's all he needed now another hard on! And with Sue, one of Adrian's oldest and dearest friends.
As if Sue could read his mind, she boldly asked, "Want to come to my house for a drink? My roomates are out on the town tonight." Her dark sloe eyes were fixed on his bulging trousers, and if the lights had been on, Sue would have noticed the flush in his cheeks.
An hour later, Dan looked down at the bridesmaid-to-be, her face appearing child-like and innocent in the soft light coming from the living room. Her comment had thrown him off balance. No, he wasn't scared to make love to his wife's best friend, but when he thought of Adrian at home alone, probably in bed thinking of him, it made him quiver inside. Oh, well, he thought, he'd just make up some story if word ever got around.
Sue nudged her soft pliant body closer to him, easing her small hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her fingers beneath his form-fitting jockey shorts. Her searching grasp found the erect throbbing head of his cock immediately and she squeezed his warmly pulsing hardness, jerking the long thick shaft a few times until she could feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of her hand. He bent down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks, moving his lips brushingly across hers, and thrust his tongue with an animal assertiveness into the wetly clasping cavern of her mouth.
"Follow me," she spoke softly. "The bedroom is just across the hall."
"You're an anxious little thing," Dan breathed into her ear. "What's your hurry, afraid one of your roommates might come home?"
"Don't be ridiculous," she quipped, and turned toward the half-opened door in front of them.
Sue walked in ahead of him, flicking on a light, and sat down on the huge water bed in the center of the room. "Anything in particular you'd like to hear?" she asked, rummaging through a stack of record albums scattered over the Persian rug. "How about the radio. Easier?"
"Whatever you're up for. I'll fix a couple of drinks while you set the scene."
Sue smiled and stretched her full well-formed thighs across the mattress as she plumped up the pillow behind her head. "Good drink, good music, good company," she murmured salaciously. "I've got everything here I could possibly want."
In a gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, Sue lifted her arms and slid the caslimere sweater over her head, and with another flick of the wrist, her skirt dangled from the bottom of the bed. "Ever make love on a water bed?" asked the girl, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously curving body. He swallowed hard and sat down at the edge of the rippling bed.
"Take your pants off," she purred and slid over beside him, causing waves that almost sent him flying off the edge of the bed. "I want to suck on it," said Sue, not noticing Dan's drink spilling over the rim of the glass, "and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."
Sue placed her hands on the belt of his pants and Dan stood up, permitting her to work his slacks down his buttocks to his knees. He did the rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks onto the floor. As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush his back and then press more strongly against the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades. Her arms swept around his stomach, her hands moving to the lush dark pubic hair of his groin, then her legs pulled up and splayed out until their smoothly curving calves dangled across his knees. Clasping his body this way from behind, she began rubbing her hotly quivering pussy up and down over the upper part of his buttocks and stroking the inflamed bud of her clitoris against the smooth tanned skin of his lower back.
"Ooooooh," she crooned in laughter as the bed rocked back and forth with each lascivious movement of her curvaceous body. She increased her pelvic jerks and gripping his stiffened fleshy rod in her hand whispered, "I never thought it could be this good this way."
Dan looked up at the mirror that reflected the obscene position in which she was embracing him: she had hooked her legs around his waist like a rodeo rider and had begun a steady sensuous rocking, while she continued massaging and jerking at his blood-gorged cock and fondling the velvety sac of his balls in her hands.
The merging of lewdly ensnarling bodies in the mirror and the softly tingling feeling of her breasts crushed against his back while her rapidiy pumping hand increased its milking clasp over the shaft of his cock, sent a shudder of pleasure rippling through his tensed body. He had to get that cock of his into her mouth and it better be quick! He wanted to see her sucking at it, wanted to watch it slipping into her full sensuous lips as he had seen in the peek movies . . . only he would reserve his hot spurts of cum for the warm silky confines of her sweet cunt. He shifted his weight, feeling her body tense momentarily. Her tongue traced a teasing path down his neck and he drew his head forward and slung his body lengthwise on the bed, tumbling her onto the mattress beside him.
"The light, put out the light!" cried Sue between lusty gasps for breath. "If I'm going to suck you off right, tonight, I feel like doing it in complete darkness."
Dan reached up and switched off the overhead lamp. Leaning back on the bed, he felt her mouth begin its hot licking rail down his belly until her lips lit gently on the hard rubbery head of his cock. Slowly, she began to suck and draw on the rigidly stiffening instrument, and Dan was in ecstasy.
Feeling relaxed and sleepy and only a tiny bit remorseful, Dan drove home silently. He thought about the opposite sexual reaction of the two girls two best friends, he reminded himself. Adrian was so loving and considerate. He remembered how one night when he'd come to pick her up after his wrestling team lost the state tournament and he was at a rock bottom low with disappointment, her hugs and reassurances brought him back to life. Yes, she would make an understanding wife. But she did have sexual hang-ups. It wasn't that she was frigid, just scared.
Sue was something else! She had a reputation all over town for being a "hot fuck". In fact, Dan had seen her name and phone number scribbled on the wall of the boys' lavatory at the high school. But Sue was not a tramp, not a bad girl, just extremely emotional and loving. In her own way, she would make some guy a good wife, too.
Un-like Sue, Adrian reserved her passion; he could sense it. There was more power, more heat in her loins than in Sue's. But how to get at it. was another matter.
She'll change with marriage, once she gets away from that damned mother of hers with her complaints about men leaving her helpless in the world. You'd think her husband had run away instead of dying.
Making a wide half-circle the white sports car turned into the familiar driveway. As he got out of the car, he felt the dampness of his shorts where the seminal juices had seeped after Sue had finished sucking him. For a moment, he visualized Adrian doing that for him, and once again he was back to where he started hard and homey.
* * *
CHAPTER FOUR
Adrian stood limply before the mirror in her bedroom, the sun making prisms of light that flickered merrily over the ceiling. 'Just three more hours,' she told herself as she adjusted the pink roses adorning her waist-length veil, 'left to change my mind and remain an old maid for the rest of my virgin life.'
The past week flew by like an unnoticed wind, with the fitting of her wedding dress, scouring bridal magazines for proper nuptial etiquette, and writing thank you notes for the gifts that piled up in the living room.
Studying her image in the full-length mirror, Adrian stroked the contours of her face, the delicate features that left Dan limp with desire hoping their children might some day share her fragility and beauty. But the word 'children' made Adrian dizzy with fright. How silly of me, she thought, here I am getting married, all my friends and relatives have been wishing me well and all I can think about is pain. 'Oh, I hope he doesn't hurt me,' she murmured to herself.
"Talking to someone?" Maria popped her head in the door. "Wow! You look gorgeous!" The young girl threw up her arms in delight and gave her sister an encouraging hug. "They did a great job on Grandmother's dress. Wonder how she felt on her wedding day?"
And I wonder how she felt on her wedding night, thought Adrian; probably in pain like her mother was on hers. Adrian could not count on both hands the number of times her mother related the story of how she hemorraged so badly on her wedding night that she had to be taken to the emergency ward. "I vowed I would not think about that," Adrian said aloud.
"Think about what?" asked Maria as she secured a loosening curl escaping the confines of a flowered hairpin, and turning to her sister said, "Boy, you sure have been acting weird lately. Everything okay? Oh, no! Don't tell me you're getting your period on your wedding night!"
"No, I-I'm just tired from all these parties and showers," Adrian answered unconvincingly.
Footsteps in the hall.
"Oh, hi Mom!" Maria's warmth expanding to encompass a tired looking mother immaculately dressed in pink lace, her silver hair glistening in the sunlight from several coatings of hair spray and torture. "Doesn't Adrian look beautiful?"
Mrs. Nash stepped backwards to get a better, fuller image of her petite dark-haired daughter, who, unaccustomed to wearing makeup, was unusually outlined, shadowed and flushed about her eyes and cheeks. "Oh, darling! You're beautiful. What a shame to think that by tonight that sweet, innocent face of my elder daughter will be smeared with tears of . . . "-
"Isn't it time for the photographer to arrive?" interjected Maria who obviously had been through the routine of love and pain several times. "And what about Dan when will he be here?"
For the first time on her wedding day Adrian's thoughts turned to her husband and away from the paralyzing fright of pain fear that she would not be able to satisfy her anxious and demanding husband. His coarse burly brown hair, high cheekbones, and strong sinewy hands that wiped away her tears of fright on torturous evenings when she felt inadequate as a woman.
* * *
The only remnant of reality that Adrian could scavage from her day of doom was mumbling something about obeying your husband, the roar of the organ, the sting of rice, the reception line of never-ending faces, hands, and mouths uttering empty words. Everything all a blur.
Then Dan holding her, tears streaming down her face and onto her blue linen dress sporting a crushed corsage, as they drove away in the white sports car with "just married" smeared in bold letters.
"Well, that's the end of that," he said matter-of-factly as the car roared out of the driveway, and Adrian shot one last glance over her shoulder at the cozy brick house where she had lived her entire life from conception to selfish consumation. Remembrances of the night in the hallway stung her heart adding to the confusion and maelstrom.
"Just think, honey," continued Dan trying to bring her out of the fog, "By this time tomorrow we'll be in Las Vegas with nothing to do but lie in the sun and make love." He chuckled lasciviously to himself, and Adrian responded with another gale of tears. .
"What's wrong, baby?" His strong arm encircled her, clawing at her in an attempt to bring her closer to her inevitable doom.
Wiping her tears with the blue linen handkerchief Aunt Louise gave her as 'something blue', Adrian stammered, "I-I'm just happy."
"What do you say we drive as far as Reno tonight, spend the night there and continue on tomorrow. It'll be a beautiful drive in the sun. Put a little color in those pale cheeks of yours," her new husband encouraged.
"That sounds like fun, dear," she said, feigning a smile.
Near nightfall when they reached the outskirts of Reno, hot and tired, Dan stopped at a liquor store for a bottle of champagne in celebration. After checking into a small, inexpensive motel the fear began boiling in Adrian's chest. The end was near.
Almost frantic with fear and nervousness, Adrian suggested they check the papers for movies; it might be good relaxation after the hectic day they'd just stumbled through. Her suggestion was greeted with gales of laughter from Dan who accused her of acting like her neurotic mother.
There was no way out, and then the nightmare began. Dan tried to take her in his arms, but she reflexively put both hands against his chest and pushed back. "Come on, honey. What's the matter?" he asked with unusual patience.
"Well, it-it's just that I-I think I'm getting my period," she answered dryly. "I need an aspirin and then I'll be all right. Promise. Maybe if I take a hot bath I'll feel more alive," and she picked up her new pink peignoir purchased especially for her honeymoon night a gift from Maria and stumbled into the bathroom. Shaking and with wet palms, she turned on the water faucet in the bathtub. "Oh, to be home in the privacy of my own bathroom, just relaxing in the hot water and day dreaming," she sighed in desperation. Careful not to wrinkle the pink lace bodice of the nightgown, Adrian reached up to hang it on the hook protruding from the door.
For fifteen minutes she submerged her rigid body in the womb-like warmth of the hot water lapping at her chin, in hopes that it might unlock the numbness in her senseless body. She was nearing the point of confidence when Dan rapped on the bathroom door. "Almost ready to come out? You've been in there ever since we got here." His voice sounded anxious.
The spell broken, Adrian jumped out of thebathtub and wrapped herself in the half-worn towel, compliments of the motel. After powdering herself with talcum, she reached for the pink nightgown, slipped it over her head and turned to examine herself in the mirror. She blushed in shame at her reflection; the single fold of the pale pink lace blended with the milky white of her skin, making her look half naked except for the embroidery on the straps, and it clearly showed the brown nipples of her full, voluptuous breasts.
"Have your glass of champagne here in my hand, ready for my bride," Dan teased outside the door as if he had x-ray vision and could sense her embarrassment.
Taking a deep breath, Adrian opened the bathroom door to greet her husband whose eyes fell upon the deep V of her neckline and refused to wander as high as her forced smile. "What a wife," he said grinning widely and handed Adrian her glass of sparkling liquid. "Boy, are you going to get it tonight!"
Bet I will, thought the nervous bride; wish we would have made love at the picnic and this would be over with. Visions of her mother's wedding night ambulances, sirens and doctors loomed before her like the head of a coiled snake. Slumping into the overstuffed chair, Adrian suggested her husband take a shower, and in the interim the aspirin would take effect and she would greet him with a new disposition. Grabbing his pajamas and glass of champagne, he headed for the steaming bathroom, leaving Adrian to her thoughts.
Tired and limp from the hellish drive through the desert, she threw the comforter to the foot of the bed, climbed in, and pulled the cool sheet up to her chin. Dan was whistling and singing in the bathroom, no doubt pluming himself in preparation for the sacrifice of the virgin. Three minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, grinning from ear to ear, taking sips of the champagne between energetic gestures of readying himself for the conquest.
Adrian scanned her husband from his burly thick head of hair to his broad hairy chest, examining what power was to overcome her. Then her eyes fell on the bulge in his pajama bottoms; Adrian's eyes widened in fright and she cringed deeper into the bed. Although she had felt his penis through his trousers before and although he had touched her with it before, never not in her wildest imaginations had she conceived it was as big as it seemed to be. Through the pajamas it appeared to be at least twice as large as she remembered on the evening of the picnic when he had slithered it back and forth between her naked thighs. Oh how she wished she had given herself to him that evening when the effects of beer left her loose with pleasure, then this pain would be over with and maybe then she could even enjoy making love with her husband.
Now she knew what her mother had been trying to say; no woman's body could safely take that huge bulging staff. It would split her apart like the blow of an ax. She whimpered when Dan came alongside the bed, once more offering her a glass of champagne. "Have a sip, honey. It'll make you feel more comfortable."
"Good, good idea, darling," stammered the frantic girl, "maybe it will help my headache, too." And with that she gulped the entire glass of champagne and held it up for refills.
"That's more like it!" Dan was obviously gleeful at her enthusiasm, and with the sheet still clinging to her bosom she sat upright in bed, legs crossed in girl-like fashion. Already she felt the pleasant life-saving vertigo of the alcohol as it rushed to her head leaving her tranquil, forgetting the inevitable ordeal that faced her, grinning at the foot of the bed. One more glass of this stuff, thought Adrian, and I'll be ready for anything. She brandished her empty plastic glass in the air, and dutifully her husband filled it to the brim.
"We have a long ride ahead of us tomorrow; think we ought to get some sleep?" The rhetoric left her frozen. Dan reached up to turn off the lamp, the bulge in his pajamas glazing her head by inches. Then she felt the sheet being pulled down and his huge male organ of destruction pressing against her side. Without preliminaries, he kissed her possessively at first and then with rapidly increasing passion. She responded only when he tried to shove his tongue down her throat.
Dan drew back from her. He leaned over on one elbow. "What's the matter, baby?"
"Just a little dizzy," she whimpered so softly it was almost inaudible as she lay there transfixed with fright.
"Oh, just a little drunk, huh?" he laughed. "I've got just the thing for that." He kissed her neck and his hot wet tongue traced a design down to the top of her scanty gown. She felt his hands pull down the slender embroidered straps, and he began caressing her bare breasts. She felt nothing except the fear pounding within her heart. He bent forward and glued his lips to the left breast, and his teeth playfully bit and teased the nipple. 'Soon his hands moved like conquerors across her taut belly and sought the hem of her gown. He pulled it up so her loins were naked and open to him. Slowly, using his middle finger, he began moving it between her thighs and up and down across the length of her vaginal lips. She recognized the same excitement she felt that night at the picnic before the police interrupted their love making.
Then Dan suddenly rose up in bed. She felt him struggling with his pajamas. He removed his top . . . then kicked the bottoms out of bed where they lay in a heap on the floor. When he stretched out full-length beside her, she could feel the hair on his chest against her bare shoulders, his hairy legs against her smooth ones, and . . . and that thing! . . . which seemed hotter and larger than ever.
Then he pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh. He pulled himself over her stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to just above her softly waving curls of brown pubic hair.
The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Adrian recoil in sudden repugnance. "No . . . no! You can't do that! It's awful! Oh God!" Adrian moaned and twisted in fright, but his grip held fast. Images of that fateful evening in the hallway wafted through Adrian's confused head. Remembrances of the wetness, warm and soothing between her thighs sent chills of desire through her loins. But that was a gentle sensation, her finger in no way approximated the circumference of Dan's sexual organ which sooner or later would find its way into her virgin womb. This was her honeymoon; she couldn't stop him from making love to her it was her duty.
Dan placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips. Adrian cried out in abject horror. "Stop!" With one graceful movement Dan reached up to turn on the lamp beside the bed.
"Maybe you'd like it better if we leave the light on. I read somewhere that it sometimes helps new brides forget their nervousness," he teased. And with those words, he resumed his position between her legs. She looked down at him haunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour its savage feast. The moistly pinkening flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen to the cool sheets, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravisliment about to take place.
He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her to. He knew she wanted him to do it she'd dreamed of it so many times on those wakeful nights after unconsummated dates when she'd run to the door, crying with fears of inadequacy. It was only a matter of gentility as he began. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret little cunt, flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. His mouth opened as he dropped his head closer to the moistly glistening mound. Then he buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing vaginal walls.
"Oh God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to pull him closer to her secret genitals. "What are you doing to me?" Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.
The tongue swiped once more, this time burrowing against the softly tingling bud of her clitoris. She ground back her buttocks in uncertain respohse and he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling around the steadily moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her clitoris and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly flicking movement.
"Oh . . . God . . . Dan, no, please, stop!" But his plunging head shook negatively, and he continued on.
She rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get up and demand they stop this nonsense, not when she had already let him touch her down there. But now a new sensation swept over her that she hadn't been prepared for or at least hadn't been aware of before. Sensations that only an instant before had filled her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of pleasure through her hotly flaring cunt lips . . . yes, it felt good. Her head reeled with the dizzy sensation of drink and lustful expectation. Yes, it felt good, and she was being eaten and sucked and enjoying it just as Maria had writhed in ecsatsy under Dan's hotly devouring mouth between her legs!
Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing breasts and slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on the curl-fringed lips of her cunt on either side of his hungrily working mouth and pulling outward, spreading them salaciously open for him. "Yes, Dan, it feels sooooo goooddd. If only I had realized this before," escaped sputtering from her open mouth.
His lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening and he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a new low guttural groan from Adrian whose convulsively throbbing inner thighs pressed tightly around either side of his moving head. Dan could feel the warm wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating vaginal opening dilated and closed in a hungry little .sucking motion, trying to pull it deeper within. Christ, he had her going now, his mind raged, and there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from grinding feverishly up against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the goddamn world. Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe; his nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It incited his already stiffening cock to a hardness that he could no longer control he had to fuck his young virgin wife with his cock or his balls would explode in anger.
He started raising his head, but the unexpected protest of his wife, "Oh, lick my pussy like that some more!" crazed him with desire. Never would he have expected such language from his virgin, his beloved who held her virginity as a banner to be bowed to. She moaned and dug her hands into his face, puliing it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head.
"Yes, suck it, oh, suuuuuck!" she mewled and the cords of her neck stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the tangled burly hair of his'brown head. For the first time the freedom of emotion, so often displayed by her sister, was hers too. She would allow her husband to do anything to her he wanted.
Dan could stand it no longer. He wrenched his shoulders up from between her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for support. She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly opening sexuality lying below him: her dark brown hair streamed across her delicate forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her breasts; the full lips of her red mouth opened and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped while she went through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against her naked and exposed cunt.
"Oh God, why did you stop? It felt so good," Adrian moaned, peering up at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she didn't quite understand. "I-I never thought it would be like that, honest, I didn't, or I would have let you do it before."
Dan said nothing. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad chest and stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood out like a hotly throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his groin.
"I'm going to fuck you now," her husband panted. "It's time we consummated our marriage, don't you agree?"
"Oooooohhhh," Adrian groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of her mother's warnings, combined with the sensation of what he had just done with his tongue between her legs, sent a wave of humiliation through her body. Yet the very lewdness of his words had excited her champagne-dimmed mind even more, if that were possible, and she fought within herself for the courage to allow her husband entrance into the sacred gift she held untouched.
"Open your legs wide, Adrian," he demanded.
Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, Adrian opened her legs wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. Dan levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side of the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact-against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy.
"Oh-oh, no," she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her vagina. Yes, she was moist down there from the constant suckings and lickings of his hot lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than she would be able to take up inside her cunt even in her wildly excited frenzy.
He pushed.
"Aaaaaagh," she moaned as he levered forward and just the tip slipped through the softness of her pussy hair, stretching the untouched resisting rubbery opening of her cunt mouth until Adrian felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
He pushed again, the blood-engorged head forcing itself into the wetly clasping opening, and he felt her flesh give way.
"Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, Dan . . . please. Oh God . . . don't hurt me," she whimpered, trying desperately to press her trembling buttocks down into the mattress.
Dan was breathing heavily and he did not answer. He still reacted in a gentle fashion, however. He slowly pushed forward again, spreading the sparse young pubic hair and the head of his cock slipped up inside her tightly clenched vaginal sheath an inch further. She winced. "You're hurting me!"
He moved the head of his prick in and out between the red full lips of her vagina; he did not try to penetrate more than that inch, merely moving to lubricate it. In spite of her fear Adrian couLd feel increased moisture down there as her body responded automatically. Perhaps, she thought, it would be as pleasurable as when he sucked her.
Then, he began to hurt her more when he attempted to push it in even further, thundering against her relentless hymen. "No, Dan, stop!"
It was then he said it. She heard it and interpreted it as a confirmation of everything her mother had tried to warn her about. "It always hurts the first couple of times."
Adrian was nearly in tears with confusion. It had felt so good with his hot tongue licking her vaginal lips, making her cunt ooze with juices of desire, but if his entrance meant pain, she wanted no part of it.
Suddenly, Dan made one long hard thrusting motion, and "Gaaaaghhh," Adrian moaned as she heard the 'pop' of her hymen and a warm wet oozing sensation between her legs. It felt as if a dam broke, freeing the pressure of wave-after wave slapping against its wall. His hips fell heavily between her wide spread legs, and she was pinned to the bed like a helpless butterfly.
Down, down, down, ever deeper his rampaging cock ripped until she could feel the agonizing head of it finally coming to rest buried all the way to what seemed to be her navel. Adrian could feel the rigid column throbbing deep inside, and now freed of the pain by his stillness, her only fear was the depth of her emotional and physical reaction to this intrusion of her body. Yes, her mother was right about the pain, but never had her mother told her how it felt to experience two bodies joined in the pleasure of sexual delight.
"Oh, Dan. Please, just leave it there for a second so I can feel it deep within me," she hugged him close. Then he began rocking back and forth, gently, helping his new bride overcome her fear of her wifely duties. Involuntarily, her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had clearly lost her virginity, and there was nothing to do but urge him on with soft tender words and enjoy her own obscene surrender.
"Oh, shove it in me, darling." He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around the soft globes of her smoothly gyrating buttocks, grasping them firmly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her ass-cheeks, the thought blazed in her mind; they cupped and squeezed while he fucked his heavily impaling rod deep into her deflowered womb, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either side of his hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrollable abandon.
She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly with merciless pile-driving thrusts; the thick sperm-filled shaft began longer smooth fucking strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrust forward again into her uplifting buttocks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crevice of her anus.
"Do you like making love to your husband?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great distance.
"Oh, Dan, it feels so good," she whined softly, the maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed anus driving her to greater frenzy.
Dan gloated over her on the squeaking mattress. He had gotten her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw itself up and down the rigid length of his cock at will. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost through the walls of her now freely-open womb.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that swirled and fucked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the softly jerking sac of his semen-bloated balls. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly plunging prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.
"Christ, what the hell are you doing to me?" he groaned out in a sharp gasp of pleasure.
"Oh, God, darling, I'm giving you as much pleasure as you give me." And with that remark he thrust into his wife with unparalleled fury.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck. me," she begged, gasping as though she were close to death. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft tender thighs up and wound them instinctively around his back, waving her deeply impaled buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiralling her cunt up and down crazily on his hotly plunging and growing cock.
He lurched over her, his balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky cum; he could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt, but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, and wallowed in these last moments of engulfing pleasure. He could hear his wife's sobs coming more rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting cunt.
"Oooohhh . . . oohh . . . ohhhrrrrggh!" Adrian chanted, her face contorted crazily in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.
Dan grunted and fucked further and further up between her open thighs until he felt the head of his cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her hotly milking cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot, heavily fisting head of his organ.
"God . . . Oh . . . cumming, I . . . cummmming!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time she cupped the palms of her hands fiercely on his heavily driving buttocks and smashed her open abandoned mouth against his warmly sucking lips. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his slipperily pistoning cock.
"Oh God . . . Oh, oh," Dan's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of his own orgasmic cries. "Cummming, oh . . . arrgg!"
He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky cum as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing out in hot thin streams far up into her spasmodically sucking cunt. He rocked above her, one hand tangled cruelly in her flowing brown hair, and squeezed the other against her desperately flexing buttocks. Slowly, as he felt her body go limp beneath him, his cock deflated in her gently clasping cunt that continued to slowly milk at him with its inner muscles and draw every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from the battered organ.
And then there was silence.
The newly married couple lay breathing heavily beside one another, their arms and legs half-clasped where they had fallen after their final embrace. Adrian gradually opened her eyes and looked toward Dan. His face was swollen, his lips curled in a cat-like grin of complete satisfaction. The sounds of traffic echoed up through the open window from the crowded street outside.
"Pretty good for a virgin," said Dan, hugging his new bride. "But wait 'til we get to Las Vegas. Something's going to happen there you'll never forget. There are still a few tricks to be learned, my darling."
In exhaustion, they fell asleep with the light on.
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CHAPTER FIVE
When the harsh light of early dawn burst through the open window of their motel room, Adrian opened her eyes to discover that Dan was already awake and dressed, standing at the end of the bed with one foot on the baseboard while he laced up his tennis shoes.
"Let's get going, baby," he said bending over her limp body to kiss his wife of one day good morning. "I'll start loading up the car and you take a shower," he suggested grinning down at her still naked body.
Alone in the strange room, Adrian rose unsteadily from the bed, her mind still too fogged with sleep to function clearly. Still naked, she picked up her bathrobe and headed for the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face in attempts to get her circulation back in her favor.
As the cooling water refreshed her face, the girl's mind began working again and she remembered clearly the fevered lovemaking of the night before. "It's finally over with," she sighed.
In five short minutes she was out of the shower, coat draped over her arm, and ready for her husband to take her away for an unforgettable stay in Las Vegas. Now that she was finally rid of the horrible stigma of her virginity, she was determined to make Dan a good wife. She loved him. That and the knowledge that he loved her was enough for a happy marriage no matter what.
"Ready, honey?" Dan came bursting through the door, full of energetic enthusiasm, and politely lifted the heavy suitcase from her clutching hand.
Impulsively, she stood on her tiptoes and pecked at his cheek in one short jab.
Dan smiled down at his beaming wife and returned the gesture on her soft, bare shoulder.
In two minutes the new white sports car roared from the motel parking space and squealed down the street with two ecstatic looking young people laughing as their hair blew circles around their heads in the wind.
They had a long, hot drive ahead of them, and concerned with practicalities as usual, Adrian suggested they stop at the grocery store and fill their cooler with sandwich makings, sodas and ice in preparation for the smothering journey across wastelands of sand, rattle snakes, and cacti. "Don't forget some beer!" he yelled after the slender, voluptuously curved young body jumping from the car seat with a list in one hand and money in the other.
Dan felt the familiar bulge in his shorts as he watched his bride's graciously flaring hips slither toward the automatic door that swallowed her in one smooth motion. Dressed in pale blue shorts sun top with her flat tanned stomach peeking out below, she cut one stunning image. "Wonder what got into her last night," he chuckled. "Boy, that was some show she staged. Wonder how long she's been practicing for that?"
One 'pop' of a can and they were off for a long grueling ride across the desert. The honeymooners made frequent stops, taking honeymooners made frequent stops, taking pictures of each other in ridiculous poses, peeking out from behind rocks, mock kisses, anything that came to mind.
They reached Las Vegas just as the night life began crowding the garrish streets of the gambling city. "Wow!" whistled Dan as they halted at a stop light to allow a curvaceous blonde woman, scantily dressed in a red jersey evening gown with a slit the full length of her leg, to pass to the other side of the street. Adrian looked up at her husband, her dark eyes nearly brimming with tears. "Would you rather make love to her than me?" she asked softly.
"Hey! Don't be silly, baby," he reassured her with one strong arm about her shoulders. "After that performance last night, no way." And remembering the lustful night with their bridesmaid, Sue, he wasted no time changing the subject. "Adrian, look in the glove compartment for the address of our motel."
Rummaging through old parking tickets and scattered pennies, Adrian discovered a withered, dirty scrap of paper with an address illegibly scribbled in pencil. Waving it before his eyes, he suggested she try the motel brochure stuffed away in his overnight bag behind them.
"Hey, did you know we get free tickets to shows, drinks, and even money to gamble with when we get there?" asked Adrian aflare with excitement.
After a few wrong turns and backtracking, they arrived at the "Newlyweds Motel", a two story stucco structure with a sky blue roof and dotted with private patios off each room. A swimming pool, luxuriously lined with lounges and umbrellaed tables, was surrounding by a circular row of trees, perhaps the only trees within a five mile radius, thought Adrian fanning herself.
"You stay here," directed Dan, "and I'll go check in." Opening the glass door, the air conditioned coolness hit him like a brick; after hours of driving in the smoldering desert, the change in temperature made his head reel. He was massaging his temples with his broad finger tips when a tall, full-breasted, dark-haired woman wearing the tightest fitting bikini panties he had ever seen came toward him. They just covered the sensuous vee of her crotch and the thin little curve of her vaginal slit was clearly evident' from beneath the tight press of the cotton material. She smiled showing her generous wide mouth, smoldering passionate black eyes with heavy black eyebrows and a rich weathered tan. Dan thought with delight and an instinctive tightening in his groin: My God, what a sexy woman! And Adrian, still waiting in the car witnessed the seductive approach of the woman and instantly felt a pang of jealousy overtake her.
"Hello, I'm Vera," greeted the woman holding out her hand for what appeared more than a friendly grasp.
Then Dan's arm motioned for Adrian to come in and greet their hostess. Feeling child-like and immature, Adrian walked through the glass door only to feel dwarfed by the impressive sight of the woman, who moment's before stood holding her husband's hand.
"Hello . . . welcome to the Newly weds Motel, she said shaking hands with Adrian. Her grip was especially strong for a woman, and she had a disconcerting way of looking at new husbands, thought Adrian.
Her gaze did not escape Dan either who felt as though he were drowning in her eyes. And, even though he was on his honeymoon, Dan knew with a sudden guilty feeling that he would like nothing better than to have those long legs wrapped around his back, those breasts straining against his chest, and those full lips tightened back against her teeth in lust . . . as he fucked his cock into her steaming pussy.
Vera's lower lip dropped almost imperceptibly as if she knew what he was thinking. Then she turned to Adrian. "I hear you drove all the way from Reno. You poor dear, you must be simply exhausted," she purred with one eye on Dan who stood behind Adrian not allowing her to see the direction of his gaze.
"Why don't I show you to your room so you can freshen up before your first night in Las Vegas," she kindly suggested, pivoting to open the door. "Dan, you go get the luggage and we'll meet you in Room 8. Just follow the numbers on the doors and you'll "have no problem finding us."
Dan watched the two women disappear through the doorway in front of him. What a contrast, Dan thought, Vera was all woman, nothing maternal about her. Adrian had a good figure too, but it was her childish gestures and innocent smile that made him want to hold her in warm arms protectively. Strangely enough, Adrian's thoughts followed the same course as she traced the steps of the curvaceous figure worming her way down brightly lit hallways.
"Ah, here it is," said Vera reaching for the master key to Room 8. "Please make yourself at home. If you'd like suggestions as to where to have dinner or enjoy a drink, just ringithe desk and either I or my brother will try to help you." She closed the door behind her.
Adrian anxiously looked about the room, its sky blue color cooling her fevered and sunburned brow. In one heap she collapsed in a chair next to the bed. The room was decorated around a round bed heaped with pillows and on the opposite wall a built-in bookcase, tape deck complete with cassettes and color television stared her in the face. The thick forest green fuck carpeting tickled Adrian's toes through her toeless sandals, and the same sensuous green was repeated in the draperies and flowered bedspread.
A rap at the door.
Adrian stood on her tiptoes to receive a kiss from her adoring husband. "Look! Cozy, huh?"
"Looks like a good place to spend a honeymoon," remarked Dan scanning the room.
"If you don't mind, I'll take my shower now," announced Adrian scavaging her suitcase for her toiletries. "You want a bath or shower," called Adrian, "I'll start it for you when I'm finished."
"Shower, thank you."
An hour and a half later the newlyweds were seated in a bar across the street from the Motel, drink in one hand, attentively listening to the jazz combo churning out melodic tunes from years past when Dan's brows lifted at the sisilit of Vera, all adorned in a black evening gown with silver dangling earrings gracing her soft tanned shoulders.
"Hey, honey. Look, there's Vera with two very strange looking men. Why don't we ask them to join us?"
Vera's eyes fell on the couple sitting near the door and answered their motioning gesture with a wave, and briefly conferring with her partners, approached the table where Dan and Adrian sat sipping wine, hands locked in affection.
"Why, how pleasant seeing this happy couple enjoying themselves on their first night in Las Vegas," she purred. "Dan and Adrian, please meet my brother, Darren, and our uncle, Lionel. Lionel is one of the local stage attractions here. He works the lounges with his magic and hypnotist act and does some basic research work in psychology on the side, experiments and things. My brother is the other half of our motel business," was curt introduction to the strange two-some at her side.
Dan wasted no time rising to his feet to offer the sultry woman a chair, his chair in fact, which left adrian clumsily perched between Vera and Darren. Realizing his faux pas, Dan hastily beckoned the cocktail waitress to bring a bottle of imported burgundy and extra glasses.
Neither Dan nor Adrian could keep their eyes off this curious looking character with his thin little upper lip that moved up and down in abrupt jerks each time he spoke a syllable. Never had she seen such pale blue eyes, and so tiny, like a parakeet she had as a child. He possessed a powerful stare that sent chills up Adrian's spine, like he was seeing something beyond her eyes reading her mind.
In direct contrast, sat Darren, a dashing dark-haired man with equally deep brown eyes that flashed in twinkles of sensuality. Erect in posture and well dressed in levis and a hand embroidered cowboy shirt, he struck a stunning pose. Adrian sensed Dan probably felt as unimpressive next to Darren as she compared with Vera., Darren with the confidence of an actor, thought Adrian.
"You're here doing research work and experiments, experiments in what?" questioned the polite Adrian trying to fill the obvious gap in conversation.
"Parapsychology," repeated the scientist, "psi experiments. This includes ESP, precognition, clairvoyance, telepathy, psychometry . the list goes on and on. But right now my main objective is in testing the effects of telekinesis. Sorry, that's one's ability to move an object by will." From the looks on their faces, Lionel could tell it meant nothing to them.
"But where in Las Vegas could one perform these experiments?" asked practically minded Adrian.
"My niece and nephew have been kind enough to afford me space in their motel. A small room in the back equipped with soundproof boothes and microphones."
"This sounds fascinating," Dan was all ears.
"I would be most happy to show you, if you care," offered the older man, his eyes all atwinkle.
The conversation then drifted off to more mundane topics, but Adrian's mind wouldn't stop thinking about the curious looking man sharing their table and the promise to tour his work rooms.
"It's getting late," announced Vera searching the walls for a clock, "and you've traveled so far. I'm sure you must be exhausted."
"Yes, it is late," agreed Adrian, "but if you don't mind I would still like to see your experiments tonight." Dan had never seen her so insistent.
When all five had returned to the motel, Lionel took them to a small room off the back near the office and unlocked the door revealing the meager contents which disappointed Adrian who expected to see elaborate test tubes set up and operating tables where minds were given new bodies and animals became humans in the dead of the night under the full moon.
"I have an idea!" blurted Vera. "Why don't you try the basic experiment tonight, using Dan and Adrian?"
"Well . . . I don't know," stammered Dan. "I've never been into this freaky kind of stuff."
"Oh, come on Dan," beckoned Adrian. "Let's try . . . for me?"
"Lionel, how do you feel about it?" queried the insistent Vera.
"Well, this is a rather unorthodox situation. You see, I like to get to know my subjects and their psychic capabilities and proclivities before indulging in experiments. But we shall make this one brief," he assured them, his lip bobbing up and down like a cork in the water.
Groping for a key in his pocket, he unlocked a metal locker and reached for a brown leather box. He opened it and drew out into the light a shiny round gold watch on a solid gold chain. This is getting more bizarre all the time, thought Dan.
"However," continued Lionel, "since I do not know either of you well, I shall first hypnotize you to test your psi level. That is, in layman's language, your ability to perform any of the parapsychological phenomenon."
Darren spoke for the first time that evening, "Excuse me, I hear someone honking outside. May be more guests." And he disappeared out the door, his cowboy boots clomp, clomp, clomping down the uncarpeted section of the hall.
"In order for me to hypnotize you, Adrian, I must take you into my soundproof booth; this is necessary because it cuts down on the sound, light, and other sensory vibrations, allowing you to concentrate better. Here is the formula for the test: I will lay ten objects on the ledge in the soundproof booth. Upper hypnosis, Adrian will attempt to move one of these objects; which ever she chooses, it must be arbitrary. Normally I only perform these experiments on individuals with tested experience in their extrasensory abilities, and hypnotism will aid Adrian alert her subconscious powers." Dan, who after six glasses of wine, was becoming more skeptical with each scientific description was more enrapted by the lovely seductive female at his side than his wife's psychic capabilities.
"Wait, I have a question," interjected Adrian sounding like a school girl, her hand raised in the air as if to halt the discussion until her tired mind comprehended these strange goings-on. "How will I move these objects?"
Lionel's wan blue eyes fixed on hers answered curtly, "By will, my dear. You will attempt to move them by concentrating on the object until the strength of your gaze builds up enough energy to move the object. This is called telekinesis."
"Perhaps you should explain to our guest here," said Vera, her eyes falling on Dan, "what his role in this experiment will be. He seems a bit confused."
"Yes, of course. Dan will be in a separate soundproof booth with Vera . . . " Already Adrian wasn't sure she liked the rules to this experiment. "To test his extrasensory perception, otherwise known as ESP, Dan will be in a separate booth and will indicate on a slip of paper, in his own handwriting, which object Adrian will choose to move. Vera will function as his guide to synchronize timing."
Shivering with suppressed excitement, Adrian slipped through the narrow door of the booth, watching her husband and Vera disappear around the partition leading to the other booth. Vera took Dan's arm and said, "Come on. This way." Dan was all too aware of her hand on his arm; her presence up close was a tangible thing, and the musky scent of her perfume was a elusive as a night bird's call.
"Wait!" Lionel called out in a trill voice, "you don't have your list of objects."
"How foolish of me," apologized Vera.
As Vera led him out of the door, Dan found his eyes fastened on the watch dangling from Lionel's hand. He would like to have remained and watched Adrian go under, but obviously that was not part of the experiment.
When they reached the booth, Vera reached in front of him to open the locked door. The bodice of her black crepe dinner gown gaped open and Dan saw with an immediate feeling of hunger that she was not wearing a bra over those magnificently huge breasts. Quickly, he forced his eyes away. He thought Vera looked amused. "Sit here," she said, motioning to a small stool. He sat, as ordered, his head reeling from, the wine. Vera seated herself beside him and handed over the list of objects.
Dan scanned it.
"Do you mind if I read over your shoulder?" Vera asked, and the perfume of her breath was almost an aphrodisiac of its own. She didn't wait for permission, but slid right over until their bodies were touching and their stools knocked together in audible clangs. The heat of her thigh was like a blowtorch there. Dan swallowed; he could feel desire for this woman beginning to boil up in him, just as he felt that evening with that bridesmaid, Sue. He wondered, for about the twentieth time since their first meeting, how she would be in bed . . . how it would feel to have his hardened cock buried deep inside those glorious loins. Vera leaned forward in order to see the paper better and once again her gown gaped. Seemingly without thinking, she put her hand on his knee. Her lips were only inches away as she began to read aloud, "spoon, paper clip, nail, toothpick, pencil . . . " Vera remained in close contact after she had finished reading; Dan could feel her left breast against his upper arm. Christ, he thought, now can I concentrate with these tits. Vera had better watch it or I'm going to make a grab for her . . . that'll really fuck up the honeymoon.
His voice was hoarse and uncertain when he made his choice: "nail." Growing uneasy from the looming presence of the sultry woman next to him, he asked, "When will she attempt to move the object?"
"Any time. You'll be able to see the results of her experiment on this monitor," she informed him, pointing to a round dial with numbers.
In the other soundproof booth, Lionel was just completing his incantation as he swung the watch in front of the girl's glazed and unseeing eyes. "You are so drowsy . . . so sleepy . . . you cannot keep your eyes open. Sleep . . . sleep . . . sleep." Adrian's head fell to her chest. Lionel dropped the watch back into the box and then withdrew a needle, which he pricked against the girl's shapely thigh. She did not stir. "Adrian, can you hear me."
"Yes . . . "
"Adrian, at three o'clock tomorrow morning, you will awaken and walk down the hall to Room 5. There you will crawl into bed with a man who will look like your husband and you will think it is your husband. Do you understand?"
"It will be my husband."
"The lights will be on, bright lights, but you will see nothing else in the room but your husband who will make beautiful love to you. At precisely four-thirty you will return to your room, Room 8, and crawl into bed with your husband. When you awaken at the count of ten you will realize that you failed to move your chosen object. One, two, three, four . . . ten."
Adrian was immediately alert.
"Well, my dear," said Lionel, "you failed to move any of the objects. Obviously your psi level, that is your psychic capabilities, are limited. However," his piercing blue eyes mesmerized the young girl and try as she may, she couldn't leave his glare. "However, you are a sensitive young woman. You are loving and enjoy being loved as much as you enjoy loving."
And without lifting his gaze, he snapped his fingers.
Immediately Adrian's eyes lifted and blinked for the first time in what seemed like minutes. "Sorry, guess I'm not a good subject."
Later, enjoying the air conditioned comfort of their cool bedroom, Dan and Adrian discussed the experiment. "Ah, pooh! It means nothing," reassured her husband. Most of that stuff is rigged anyway like magicians, they never really do any of those tricks. That's what they are, tricks, like that Jewish guy from Israel bending spoons and stopping watches. It's a lotta' nonsense."
"But what I don't understand," asked the bewildered girl, "is why he snapped his fingers even after I was conscious."
"God knows," said Dan reaching for the hem of his bride's nightgown. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."
* * *
CHAPTER SIX
"A toast," Vera brandished her wine glass in the air, her sloe eyes twinkling with excitement, "to our new guests. May their stay be an enjoyable one!"
"Yes, in just one hour I'm going to climb inside the hot little pussy of that beautiful little bitch and fuck her like she's never been fucked before."
Vera took a long sip from her wine glass. "Thanks to the genius of our clever operation, we all will enjoy ourselves for the next week." In evil innuendoes she continued, "Did you see how that man is hung? My God! sure will be nice having something around here other than tired old men." Her hand ran the length of Darren's leg to the bulge in his tight Levi's. "Pretty competition for you, my sweet."
"Don't get bitchy!" Darren warned her. "I remember when you first came here with that fat old man. Didn't take long for you to catch on. We still have to stay cool. No competition among the women. It only brings trouble."
Lionel sat quietly sipping his wine and stroking his chin. "She is a lovely one. So petite and delicate," he repeated over and over to himself.
* * *
Dan and his new young bride made beautiful love after an early night on the town, both cumming three or four times before finally falling asleep about midnight. At precisely three o'clock Adrian awoke as if someone had poured a pail of ice water over her head. She was completely conscious of everything . . . the sound of the traffic in the night air, the whirr of the air conditioner and of the voice within her that kept repeating 'three o'clock, Room 5'.
Perhaps it was the full moon that made everything seem once removed from reality like a second vision. Whatever the cause, she found herself silently lifting the covers from her naked body, slipping on her blue robe that hung over the armchair, and head for the door which she opened soundlessly and padded down the hall to Room 5. When she opened the door, the lights were bright but her unseeing eyes ignored them and she mechanically disrobed, slipped off her slippers and crawled into bed. Lionel's eyes bulged wide at her full curvaceous beauty as he started the camera at the foot of the bed and followed her nakedness across the room with it.
"Adrian?" Dan's voice sounded different.
"Yes, Dan," she answered unemotionally.
"I'm glad you're here."
She tried to pull the covers over her naked body and felt a man's body move in next to hers preventing her. She let them fall limply from her hands, then that body was pressing nakedly and urgently against her side. With a sudden tightening of her muscles and a feeling of confusion, Adrian realized that her husband had an erection. But it felt smaller this time.
"You feel different, smaller."
Dan laughed, dourly. With each wave of confusion came a small voice saying, 'this is your husband, your husband'.
He had taken her chin in his hand and turned her face toward him. His breath had a vaguely exciting smell of sweet wine as his lips kissed her eyes closed. His hot wet tongue sought out her ear; she stiffened as it shot into the cavity like a small darting fish seeking shelter. The sensation, though strange, was definitely erotic. Dan had never kissed her this way before! Then his tongue was in her mouth, tracing wild abandoned designs against her teeth and inner folds of her lips. This, too, was exciting in a way it had never been before. She began responding eagerly; once, when her tongue bit his lip, she thought: How strange . . . Dan left his partial plate, a rough result from college football, in tonight. He always takes it out before bed.
"You wonderful creature," he said, just as his hands began moving all over her body. He went first to the warm, flushed fullness of her breasts, and each individual pore of his fingers seemed to be minute vacuums tugging at her flesh. He tongue-kissed her again, then his lips fastened gently sucking at a place where her gracefully sloping neck muscles joined the top of her shoulder. A tingle of excitement arched along the muscles. He moved her elbow out from the body and his mouth moved down until it was licking and kissing the sensitive flesh on the inner arm and armpit. A moment later, slowly and tantalizingly, his kips kissed their way to the left breast. She felt him there at her nipple, like a thirsty person sucking juice from luscious fruit. Not once, in his gentleness, did he hurt her.
As his teeth teased sensuously at her nipples and his knowing hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks, Adrian suddenly realized that her body was reacting . . . in a most pleasurable manner. She purred deep in her throat as his lips moved on to her right breast, then to her right armpit, and traced an exciting trail of fiery desire down across her rib cage to her navel. One of his hands left the pleasantly tingling mounds of flesh on hef buttocks and, using the fingertips only, began stroking the underside of her knee and the soft inner sides of her thigh.
"Ummmmm," she purred, as his tongue flickered at her navel. Adrian wasn't exactly sure when his fingertips brushed against the softness of her pubic hair, all she knew for sure was that suddenly he had reached the vagina. She gave a little gasp of fright and flattened her buttocks down into the mattress; his hand was trapped, unable to move. He sought to move his fingers, but her thighs were like a hot flesh vise.
"Adrian," he said, "open your legs."
"No . . . it's going to hurt at first, like it did last night."
"Ah ha," he chuckled softly in an aside, "another virgin bride."
"No . . . I won't. Not yet."
"Daddy will kiss it to make it better."
What did he say? What did he mean? Kiss it? "Dan?" she began questioningly, but she had her answer in the next moment, for his tongue had left-the warm, sensuous dimple of her belly button and licked hotly across the smooth, flat nakedness of her stomach and into the silken forest of her sparse young pubic hair.
"Dan?" she groaned again, not certain exactly what he was doing. In her anxiety, or perhaps it was merely subconscious desire, she eased the pressure of her thighs and hisjiand was freed from captivity. She tensed again as he nuzzled his cheek in the fleece of her pubic mound and used his thumb and forefinger to slightly separate the soft fleshy lips of her vagina. Oddly enough, he was so gentle that she hardly felt his touch, much less pain. She was suffering from apprehension and indecision, however, last night she was dizzy from the champagne and numb from the aspirin. What Dan had done to her on their wedding night, she wasn't altogether certain; she remembered the pleasure of him being close, ever so close to her and the feeling that they were one person, one body.
Now he moved his head down to her thigh and kissed it starting once again with that extremely sensitive area behind the knee, moving upward ever upward occasionally taking large sucking erotic bits of the inner thigh flesh into his mouth and at other times using his tongue as a stylus to sear flaming trails of desire into her trembling body.
Then his tongue reached the soft protruding folds of her young pulsating pussy. She sat upright, forcing his head away. "No, Dan, no."
"Why not?"
"I-I hurt there," she lied.
"I'll kiss it and lick it to make it better," he repeated softly, his voice droning smoothly like a recording.
"No . . . it still hurts," she insisted, pulling his head up to breast level. She felt it necessary to say something anything! She took a deep breath. "Dan, I've never told you this before and I don't know why I'm saying it now. But you must be gentle and understanding with me. My mother, for as long as I can remember, has been telling me about how painful her wedding night was she even had to be taken to the emergency room in an ambulance because she, she bled. And I'm small, very small inside. The doctor once told my mother I might have problems when I get married. You see, sexual intercourse is supposed to be very painful for me because I'm so tight in my vagina. Sayou must be gentle and not expect too much out of me for a while." Even as she said it, her mind was reeling in guilt and she felt like weeping. She had planned to keep this her secret this along with the humiliation of watching her sister and boyfriend making love in the adjoining room while she fingered herself into orgasm. And now, for some reason, she was blurting it all out. Maybe, she thought desperately, I'm really looking for help . . . maybe Dan and I working together can solve this problem. She was not prepared for his sudden bark of laughter.
"What absolute rubbish," he said, unkindly.
"I mean it, Dan," she said, pleading for understanding.
"Look, my little pet, I know something a great deal about women's problems. There's nothing physically wrong with you; it's all in your mind. You're scared and so it hurts. I've seen this in dozens of women, old and young."
"I tell you i,t hurts; I can't stand it!"
"You just think it hurts. You've been brain-washed by your fool mother. She just wants to keep you her little girl pure and innocent. And I'm going to prove it. Remember, I'm your husband and you trust me. You are a lovely sensitive woman. You are a loving woman and enjoy being loved as much as you enjoy loving. Repeat that!"
"Enjoy being loved as much as I enjoy loving . . . " the words seemed to come from someone other than herself. She had no will to resist; her body felt as though it had turned to foam rubber.
"I am your husband and I will not harm you . . . " he said, pronouncing each chosen word with extreme care.
Then his mouth moved away from her breasts after a moment and began nibbling at the small fold of fresh right below her navel. He gently bit a particularly sensitive area where her hip bone and upper thighs joined. Her body had begun to purr again. Then his hot hungry mouth spread the soft fleecy pubic hair and fastened over the fleshy opening of the vaginal tunnel leading to her womb. A sudden jolt of pure feeling arched through her loins as he began noisily sucking the soft, wet pinkness of her vaginal lips; it was a gentle vacuum, tugging and caressing the nerve endings until her cunt jerked slightly beneath him. "Ahhh," she crooned softly.
"Ahhh!! " she repeated, this time loudly, as his tongue began licking the entire length of her open cuntal slit running from anus to clitoris.
"Ahhh . . . oooooh," she gasped, as first his lips and then his teeth found the hard little clitoris. She strained her hips up to his mouth, arching her back and planting her feet in the mattress in an effort to rise and meet him as Lionel's camera zoomed in for a close-up of her lust-contorted face then panned down her hotly writhing body for another close-up of the tongue fucking into her cunt.
"Aahhh . . . Aheeeeeee!" she screamed,"as his hot quivering tongue went boldly into the tunnel of her cunt, moving in and out as though it were a small sure penis. She was aware that her breath was coming raggedly from her taut lips, that she had reached down to cup her hands behind his head not to push him away but to keep him there, forever! Some shrill hysterical voice which sounded somewhat like a tinny hollow echo of mother's was screaming in the nethermost regions of her mind that this was wicked, perverted, that it was painful! The gratifying, wonderful sensations in her slowly responding cunt pushed that shrill voice back, back, back until it was obliterated by another scream; this scream was one of passion boiling out of her lips, out of her soul.
Oh, how his tongue and lips and teeth all worked together in a fully orchestrated symphony of pure feeling! She could feel things happening down there wild, uninhibited, beautiful things . . . of nerve endings singing and screaming in delight, of muscles flexing and relaxing in joy, of flesh and bone and pores all in harmony. She was revolving her hips around now in a lewd little grinding, circular motion up against his avariciously working mouth.
"Don't stop, Dan, oh God . . . don't stop, darling!" she panted, for now something else was happening down there. Everything was rubbing against each other like nylon and wool throwing off sparks which were igniting the ganglions. She had never thought that she could feel this wild and wicked. She had always thought she was incapable of it, inadequate. And then, as though a miracle, she was suddenly cumming! She could tell because body and soul were separating!
"Uh . . . uhhh? Ahhh . . . Ah? Ah? Ah, ah?" It was a question, a plea! She raised her buttocks clear up from the mattress and, as she did so, his tongue left her vagina and his teeth and lips clamped hard on her gently pulsating clitoris. She screamed, and she knew she was screaming loudly. "Go on . . . Go on. Go!" Now, like desert mirages in midday's heat, her womb began to dissolve shimmering into incandescent nothingness. Her insides had become roaring cataracts racing and dancing toward the sea . . . and their white waters bubbled, raged, boiled and spurted from her cunt like torrents from a broken dam as she screamed again, "I'm cumming!" There was nothing in the universe but that one great pit and pendulum of sensation and release. Her ears heard not, her eyes saw nothing. Only the cunt was there the almighty cunt! stronger than all her other frail organs put together, and it screamed out a song of ecstasy that would not be denied. That sweet, intolerable delight stayed with her for ten million eternities, and during it all she lay gasping and thrashing helplessly about beneath the hotly flickering tongue buried deep up between her widespread thighs.
It finally ended. Not with a bang, but like the slow fading of summer's first sunset.
"That was beautiful," Lionel hissed from beneath the film camera. "Now fuck her ass."
She felt him kiss the warm flooded area between her thighs once more; then his mouth moved back to her hips. She could feel her cum cool and damp on her thighs and buttocks. Then he used his free hand to turn her on her side. He kissed the right buttock, then continued to press her over until she was lying face down. Adrian didn't resist; her willpower had been completely vaporized by the velvet explosion that had only moments ago torn her still feverishly quivering belly asunder.
Sensation was slow to return, but when it did, she was aware that he was reverently kissing her smooth, oval buttocks. Occasionally, he would desist to lick a teasingly sensitive spot at the base of her spine, but he always came back to the soft rounded mounds of flesh to kiss nad gently nibble and lick a warm Wet trail over their smooth fleshed curves. A strange warm glow began to spread throughout her anal area as new and recharged blood pounded through the revitalized muscle paths, arteries and capillaries.
She heard him mutter as though he were an art connoisseur, "Adrian, your ass is untouched beauty." It sounded like something out of the movies, thought Adrian. ". . . such a sweet, young little ass . . . so supple, so soft and warm, so charmingly shaped and virginal."
Now he gradually began to change his activity there. He interspered his kisses with occasional sharp little bites. They weren't painful not too painful. They were, she had to admit, rather exciting. Adrian sensed that he was getting ready to do something different again, and she mentally told herself that no matter what he did it would be heavenly if it were even only half as delightful as the thing he had just done. Nothing, though, had prepared her for what came next. His kisses, his rabbit-like nibbling, became more urgent. Suddenly, he pushed her legs apart and then knelt behind her. She felt him use his thumbs to spread her soft yielding buttocks wide apart and then . . . his tongue was moving again, now licking the inner crevice that joined her vaginal slit below.
"Whirrr." In a dark corner of her confused mind, Adrian thoguht she sensed a noise and someone else in the room. Nonsense, she reassured herself.
Once she had recovered from her momentary flush of embarrassment, she thought that it was an odd sensation. Not displeasing, not really pleasurable or erotic . . . 'strange' was the word. His hot, wet, trembling tongue moved the length of her anal crevice; she felt the first stirrings of excitement when it lingered over the base of her spine again. Then he backed off and down. "Oooooohhh," she gasped, as she felt his tongue tip quiver against and then wetly worm its way into her tiny puckered anus. A forbidden, wicked pleasure shot through her loins. "You mustn't," she groaned, "it's not right."
Now he pulled his mouth away. "Anything is right between a man and a woman so long as it gives pleasure and not offense. And I know you're having pleasure . . . you're a natural for this. Believe me, honey, I can tell."
But . . . but . . . "
He laughed. "But is right. You have a beautiful little 'butt'. And I'm going to make love to you there. I'm going to fuck you there, Adrian."
"Oh, no, darling, you can't," she protested.
"Why not?"
"It isn't right, darling, it just isn't right," she moaned down into the rumpled pillow.
He repeated, "Anything is right between a man and woman, especially between a husband and wife. It's your wifely duty, my dear." Then he lowered his head again. She felt his hands beneath her hips pulling her belly off the mattress. She wasn't kneeling exactly, but her smooth rounded buttocks waved up in the air like an ostrich's. She felt foolish in this position; she felt obscenely naked with her unprotected behind upturned that way. But, still he was her husband . . . and he wouldn't hurt her.
"Whirrr!" The noises droned on and on but she had long discarded them from her mind.
She felt his tongue leave her anus, to be replaced by a finger that probed as if it, too, wanted to enter the tight forbidden passageway and she immediately tensed. Then suddenly, he reached up, grabbed a pillow, and slipped it beneath her stomach to keep her naked ass-cheeks from falling flat again. At the same time, the finger back there had begun a gentle little finger-fucking movement against her tightly puckered anal ring. Now he was pressing in tighter, tighter. She winced and groaned, trying to push her belly down into a pillow and abruptly the tip of the digit was inside her. She was rather surprised. Somehow she had thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It was, if she were honest with herself, sort of pleasant . . . as long as she relaxed and didn't fight it.
Now he was fucking it inward continuously nothing abrupt always gently, but always pressing in a bit deeper. She moved her hips experimentally, then discovered the best movement was one using the leg and belly muscles to raise her buttocks back.
"That's a good girl," he said soothingly. "Such a good girl, with such a fine little asshole. You'll need next to no instruction. Pure instinct."
"Dan, you mustn't talk like that," she protested through her soft mewls of pleasure. Her protest was rewarded by laughter from him.
Finally the finger was in all the way up to the knuckle and his palm was pressing tightly against the cheeks of her buttocks as he began to make tiny circular motions up inside the soft rubbery walls with his finger almost as if he wanted to expand the opening. A moment later, the first finger withdrew. When the finger returned, it seemed much thicker. Then she realized he was using two fingers. "That hurts," she whimpered slightly, knowing it was a lie but feeling she had to protest anyway.
"Be calm, my love, it can't hurt very much . . . you'll be fine in a second."
Actually, she thought, it really wasn't painful . . . but she knew she was being stretched there. The two fingers were working up into the tightly puckered little opening in concert now. She wiggled her buttocks back around in the air and she felt her muscles, deep in her belly, milk at the finger. This brought a delighted little groan from her husband.
"Wait," he said, "until I get in there . . . then flex it all you want." He took a deep breath, "I knew you were a natural."
Adrian's thoughts were jumbled. She knew instinctively that this wasn't right. Yet, at the same time, it was mysteriously exciting. She felt subjugated, completely at the mercy of her husband. His two fingers made great cunt arousing circular motions in her rectum; it was being stretched . . . stretched . . . stretched. . and she was beginning to feel a compelling urge to have his fingers in there deeper. She pushed back against them, groaning slightly once as she felt his fingernail hang up against a fold of membrane, and tossed her head abandonedly from side to side in rhythm with his finger fucking motions in her rectum.
Then suddenly he withdrew his fingers. She could feel the rubbery elastic-like ring of her asshole clinging to them reluctant to let them go. And then, out they came with a wet little hissing noise like that of a deflating balloon or a soft, repressing fart that made her flesh slightly in embarrassment.
She turned her head, disappointed, to find out why he had stopped. He was stroking his penis, and she could see the thick white foreskin moving back and forth over the full, bulbous head. Then he was kneeling between her legs, her naked young buttocks raised up to do with as he wished. His hands reached beneath her and cupped her thighs holding them tightly. She felt him move forward until his penis was pressing against the puckered brown aperture. Then suddenly she realized that his penis was considerably larger than just two finger; Oh God! she wouldn't be able to take it! He should be able to see that!
Oh God, she had to be brave!
Still, the pressure continued, the prick moving gently, always gently, gradually insinuating its way through the tiny tight opening stretching the thin, elastic lips wider and wider until finally the head of it was sunk completely up inside. She was pleasantly surprised, even proud of herself; it hadn't hurt very much at all.
"Push your tits down hard on the mattress and try to let out some of the pressure."
Adrian pressed down with her abdominal muscles and was relieved to discover that part of the pressure had been removed. It was fine . . . just fine.
And then she felt him begin to move deeper, and all of a sudden at about the two inch mark he began to stretch her, badly. She tried to push forward into the pillow, but his hands held her thighs captive.
"That hurts," she winced, meaning it this time. "Oh God, it's really hurting me!"
He paid no attention to her cries . . . just continued his inexorable thrust.
Now there was real pain in the pit of her stomach. Not vaginal pain, but pain from her protesting bowels as the fleshy reaming rod moved deeper and deeper against the normal flow of traffic up into the warm rubbery confines of her rectum. "It's too big," she whimpered. "Please, oh please, darling, stop."
Escape was not possible. She was impaled ther like a white, futilely fluttering butterfly. He was using her body like a wheelbarrow, his hands holding her thighs, his legs keeping her legs well separated.
"Raise your ass up a little higher." he ordered.
It was so painful that she would gladly obey any order, just to relieve the pain. She raised her buttocks a bit, and the prick slid smoothly and deeper into her now more well-aligned asshole. It moved quickly, burrowing relentlessly deeper until suddenly, she felt his pelvis bone slap hard against her naked ass-cheeks, the tips of his pubic hair tickling teasingly up between.
"Gaaaaagh," she groaned, god, how it rammed! It was simply impossible to think. The pressure was even more intense because she was feeling suddenly abused. The excitement she had felt with his fingers in there had gone being ripped away by the reality and overpowering presence of that hot, pulsating log lodged in her rectum.
He began fucking in and out like a well-oiled piston. Her asshole made gasping, sucking noises with each movement. "Oh . . . " she gasped with each new thrust inward.
He stopped for a moment, and Adrian realized he was panting in delight. He asked, "Do you remember what you did a moment ago with your belly muscles? I want you to do it again."
"I don't . . . know . . . what you . . . mean," she gasped through tightly contorted lips, not really remembering.
"Imagine you are standing with your legs spread wide apart. Imagine you have a gold chain attached to your navel; at the end of that string is a small stone. Without moving your feet, lift the chain. Lift your navel and pull the little stone off the ground."
Adrian concentrated for a moment, then inhaled deeply and at the same time tightened and lifted her stomach muscles.
"Ahhh . . . God!" he shouted, his voice gurgling with glee. "Again. Ahhh . . . Oh, God! Again . . . and again! Keep doing it, baby!"
Each time she lifted the imaginary stone, she was rewarded with a joyous shout and a deeper infuck up into her now rhythmically clenching anal passage. He fuck in and out of her asshole rhythmically plunging deep into the softer, darker areas of her sexual being that she had never before known existed.
Adrian had begun to feel a change in her rectum, and this was accompanied by a change in her attitude. She wanted to please her husband. She still felt degraded and helpless, but the mere hopelessness of her position made it all acceptable. She was beginning to experience some masochistic enjoyment from being fucked back there, and she knew instinctively that she could enjoy them even more by fucking her own buttocks back to meet his thrusts. She began doing so, and was pleased by his low pitched moan of responding pleasure.
She moved her firm white buttocks in tiny little circles weaving it in the air like a balloon on the end of its tether. She pulled up imaginary stones by the dozens; she pressed down as thought she'd won the world's record in picking imaginary rocks. His groans of contagious sensuality encouraged her. Gradually, she began feeling a weird glow illuminating her inner bowels. It wasn't possible, she thought. Not this way . . . not this way! Can women cum up in their rectum, too? Nerve ends were beginning to telegraph messages, and muscles were beginning to vibrate like steel rails precursing the train.
After a moment's experimentation, she discovered her rectal passage could be tightened two or three times at the apogee of each outward stroke bringing greater pleasure to her and deeper groans of happiness from him. With the perigee of his inward thrust, she flexed her deepest anal muscle against the head of his cock. "God!" was all he said. She suddenly realized, as she tossed her head wantonly from side to side that she was enjoying her cruel impalement. She also realized, with a rapid catch of breath, that she could cum like this if she worked at it . . . concentrated on it.
Now, breathing heavily, her husband pulled the hot throbbing cock all the way out to the tip of it, then shoved it desperately in as a prelude to the final act and curtain.
"Ahhh," she moaned, and there was no longer any pain in her voice, only encouragement and lust.
Now, with long hard unending thrusts, he began to fuck his pelvis up against her quivering buttocks. He gasped like a man who had run the thousand-mile race. She was being skewered like a wounded carcass, split right down the middle. And she didn't care. She didn't care! She became aware of a velvet feeling throughout the pit of her stomach. Once again she thought: Could it be? Could it really be?
"Eeee . . . aaahhh . . . " He was making noises like a rusty door creaking open.
"Ahhh . . . ahhh," she returned, attempting to say, 'deeper, deeper, deeper, harder, harder, harder,' but unable to put the words into speech. She was astonished, hopeful . . . pleased.
Her head was tossing back and forth uncontrollably now as the two bodies moved like suddenly insane puppets released from their master's strings.
He murmured incoherently as his hands finally let go of her thighs, and she felt his fingernails cruelly bite into the folds of her skin in front of her hip bones as he sought new leverage. It hurt her momentarily. But she wanted to be hurt!
Then she felt the one last mighty thrust which drove the swollen rod up to the furthest point it had been up inside her hotly clenching anal passage. She grunted aloud and made her muscles up there grab hold of it and milk it. The prick spurted, then began twitching as he came deep, deep in her rectum, giving her a wildly bursting enema of cum. He cried, and his strangled voice was the thing that triggered her own explosion . . . it was different feeling than before . . . much different, deeper, a different set of muscles, nerves and bones crying out their happy defiance to normality. "Ahhh . . .aiee!" she screamed, and above her own shouts, she could hear his, "Beautiful . . . wonderful . . . aaahhh." He smartly whacked at her wildly thrashing buttocks with his open hand as though he were encouraging a race horse on to greater effort.
Some time later, as she lay there feeling the velvet and warm satin of his satisfying sperm pooling deep up inside her wetly flooded rectum, she seemed to hear the far-off sound of a voice within a dark corner of her mind, "Four-thirty. Go to Room 8."
Lionel smiled with glee and followed her nakedness from the bed to her robe with the lewd camera's eye. Man, he thought, We'll get a fortune for this footage!
* * *
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Boy, you should have seen that sweet little philly," laughed Darren sipping his hot black coffee. "She had those legs spread picking up rocks like it was going out of style."
Vera, proudly sat beside the darkly tanned porno-film star, looked up at his deeply piercing dark eyes and smiled lasciviously. "And I have a surprise for you my dear." Clearing her throat, she said in a husky voice, "I've been picking up pebbles, too."
"What?" Lionel and Darren set their coffee mugs down on the kitchen table in one synchronized motion.
"You what?" repeated Lionel.
Through lipstick smeared lips, Vera took one long swig off her mug and reaching for her cigarette case, continued: "I've been taking lessons from you two. Last night was my first really successful sttempt at hypnotizing anyone, but it worked." Making a half-circle pivot in her chair she turned to look out the office window in the direction of the swimming pool where Dan had sat motionless for the past hour.
"Him?" Darren snapped.
"What do you mean, him? He's got the biggest juiciest cock I've had fucked up into me for the last year. Too bad we didn't have the tripod set up," she said proudly, her dark eyes twinkling.
"Let me caution you, dear," said Lionel in a soft and steady voice. "We must try to select our subjects as best we can. Some are unreliable. They may be easily put under the first time, and after that they may awaken unexpectedly. It takes years of practice."
Extending her long, graceful arm, Vera pointed to her prey with inch long red nail, "Does he look like he remembers anything from the night before?"
All three laughed in agreement.
"Okay, Vera. You can have your fun, too. I'm sorry you got left out of his movie, but just think of all the money we'll make off it. And you'll get your third. I promise."
* * *
Dan sat unblinking in the scorching morning sunlight. Adrian was still asleep. Probably from exhaustion, he thought. This morning she looked as if she hadn't slept all night. "Guess I know how she feels," he said aloud, rubbing his sleep ridden eyes. "Feel as if I didn't sleep at all last night myself." And that dream. It weighed heavily on his confused mind. He stretched his muscular legs out in front of him and lifted his sinewy arms high above his head in one exaggerated stretch and yawned loudly.
He blinked. Yes, of course, it was a dream. He played with a loose thread on the canvas lounge and smiled secretively. It was one helluva wet dream. She'd fought him like a marlin trying to shake a hook; the hook had been his prick, and he'd let her run, then reeled in, let her run again, and then finally brought her to ground panting and gasping. A real prize trophy. Tremendous!
He remembered waking up just an hour after retiring, and reaching for Adrian, discovered her missing. Probably in the bathroom, he thought. Too exhausted to maintain his vigilance, he fell asleep, snoring and thrashing fitfully. Next thing he knew, he was waking up to Adrian . . . only it really wasn't Adrian, it was Vera. Oh, to hell with it, he thought; what does it matter? The dream was the thing! In the dream he had awakened to find himself stripped and lying next to his nude wife. It was the way he had been awakened that was interesting. His wife had been fondly stroking his cock, crooning over it, admiring its size and beauty and the next thing he knew, she was dangling a gold watch in front of his nose, muttering something about, "Wife, Adrian. . . "
And then she kissed him, and her mouth was all honey and heat and tongue. And she had placed his head against her breast and fed him like a hungry infant. And then she had stroked his cock again and told him she wanted it deep inside her.
His wife had said, "With a cock like yours, I want a real bread and butter fuck, at least the first time. Tomorrow night, you're going to eat it. Tonight, though, you'll just fuck it till I go crazy."
The term had eluded him; he'd never heard it before. "A bread and butter fuck?" he asked.
"Honey," she had explained patiently, "a bread and butter fuck is a straight fuck. You on top of me with my legs wrapped around you nothing kinky . . . just plain old fashioned fucking. Bang . . . bang . . . bang!"
She bent her legs at the knees, placing her feet right up next to her buttocks. Then she spread herself for him. "Come on in . . . the water's fine," she crooned, her black eyes aflame with lust, and smiling wickedly through bared teeth. Her cunt was smiling too, its dark hair-lined vaginal lips already moist with its lust. And the clitoris standing like a campanile at the top of the hill.
He entered her with a rush. "Gaaaggghh," she moaned happily as the cock rode up like a nonstop express elevator. His balls slammed in against her asshole, bringing a low groan of pain-delight from his wife. Her legs uncoiled and then her calves were against his buttocks, her heels and toenails were used as spurs. She began grinding her ass into the mattress, making sharp little circular motions that were viciously exciting. He really didn't have much moving to do; she did most of it, arching her back and using her legs on his buttocks as though she were hanging from gymnastic rings. She was the master of the moment; she was director, star, manager, boss. His hot penile shaft drove into the target, and with each new thrust, her open pussy became juicier the bullseye hotter. His wife was lying there taking it all . . . breathing heavily through nostrils that expanded and contracted like the diaphragm on an underwater breathing apparatus. "Slowly," she commanded, and it was a definite order, not to be disobeyed.
Suddenly there was a shimmering of consciousness, and a strange heat was on him. Always he had tried to be gentle, if possible, knowing how his wife feared pain. He didn't like the queenly attitude of his wife. Now, for some sadistic reason he only vaguely understood, he wanted her to know that there was only one boss at a time like this the male! Actually, he wanted to hear her submit completely and actually plead for mercy. He withdrew his cock until only the head was still buried in the vaginal folds. Adrian, most un-like her, he thought, looked up angrily and said, "Keep fucking me, you fool. I said, 'slowly, not stop'. "
He grinned down at her, then shoved forward as viciously as he could.
"Aaaa . . . gaaahhh!" she screamed, and he knew he was hurting her knew he was scraping and rattling like a runaway subway train along each dark bend and curve of her vaginal tunnel. He felt his cock abruptly slap up against the far wall of her uterus. He immediately withdrew it once more and slammed all its seven inch length into the hair-covered little hole. "Goddammit," the woman moaned, "I said fuck it easy; you're hurting me."
Now Dan felt as though he were a human pile driver. He had a massive steel beam which had to be driven through that quivering quicksand into bedrock. He began driving in without pity hearing her groan and moan beneath him. Once, their pelvises crashed together so hard that he was sure he had broken something. His prick had grown to astronomical size; it was as if it had a mind of its own a predatory destroyer rampaging through the warm junbles of her defenseless cunt.
Dan glanced down at the female beneath him. Her mouth was laxly open, and her breath was hissing through bared teeth. She was rotating her shoulders as though she were trying to take wing and fly. She was panting . . . and her eyes were rolling wildly. She was close to cumming. Well, fuck it!
With a sadistic pleasure, Dan withdrew his cock completely. Her haunches rose up like a blind animal, weaving in the air, seeking it. "What's . . . what's wrong?" she panted. "Don't stop now . . . you can't stop."
"Why not?" he growled, wanting only to hear her beg.
She guessed his purpose. "You goddamned impudent son of a bitch . . . fuck me!" she hissed, and then grabbed his testicles and yanked so hard it felt as though they were being ripped out by the roots. Her fingernails cruelly and purposely bit into the scrotum.
Dan reacted much the same as a bull being pricked by a picador. He charged! "Why you . . . you!' He savagely slapped her face. Her head flew back against the pillow; her eyes glazed from the blow. The pain in his balls was agonizing. He wanted only to punish the bitch now. He wanted to hurt her more than he had ever wanted to hurt anyone in his life.
He put his steel-hard cock against her tender vaginal mouth and shoved; as he did so, he pushed her knees back until her face peered between them like a frightened owl in the branches of a tree. It gave him another two inches of depth, and she screamed in genuine pain as he reached the virginal territory.
In and out he drove with demented fury, a fury that did not die even when she screamed, "I'm cumming. Fuck harder, you bastard. I'm cumming!" Her loins were trying to work up and down on his shaft, but he kept her pinned there. She groaned and fell back no longer fighting him as her orgasm began. He could feel her pussy twitching and sucking away at him, could feel the sudden new heat of her steaming inner cunt walls as her cum flooded her hidden passageways. He kept fucking mindlessly into her until she screamed a minute later, "I'm cumming again . . . aiiieee." This was followed within seconds by another wild cry of release,-then another, then still another, until her orgasms began running together m one continuous flood of ecstasy glowing and dancing across her wildly clamping pussy walls. Finally, her eyes rolled into her head and she passed out completely. Dan, propped up by knees and elbows, looked down at her. He pinched her nipple; she remained unconscious. Then, grinning sardonically, he made one two three savage thrusts forward before his cock began spurting its scalding hot cum-directly against the hot, still slightly pulsating walls of her subservient cunt. God how she had cum! It was the cum of a conqueror fucking a helpless female captive . . . a slave of lust . . . the cum of hatred and mastery . . . but not of love.
He fell alongside her unconscious body and gave way to a victorious sleep.
What a screwy dream! Really wild! As if his bride would ever talk or act like that. Quietly, so that he wouldn't awaken his sleeping wife, he snuck out of bed and into the shower early in the morning and decided to sit here by the pool to give his perplexed mind and tired body a chance to recuperate.
"Now really," started Darren, the three of them nibbling on sweet breakfast rolls oozing with butter, "don't forget to save some for me." His heavy paw running the lffngth of her bare legs to the dampness of her cunt up between.
"You're going to have to grow a few inches, baby, if you want to compete with that stud horse." She rubbed the excess butter off of her roll with her knife and continued, "I thought he'd split me apart. That boy belongs in our movies!"
Darren's eyes sparked at the word 'competition'. "I've got a few tales to tell myself. The girl's really something," he continued admiringly. "Incredible! She has the most talented rectal muscles I've ever come across. The first time, the very first time she's ever indulged, and already she acts like an expert whore."
"Come on," mimicked Vera, "she can't be all that good."
"But she is! Besides that, she's so innocent and dutiful. Only problem is she had some hang-up about pain. Something about being small and having children."
Lionel added, "Probably from her childhood rearing. No doubt her mother was afraid of sex and out of guilt, passed it down to her daughter, because the mother felt she could not satisfy her husband . . . "
"Care to run that by again?" laughed Darren. "Jesus, you goddamn magicians, think you're the world's best psychologists."
Someday, thought Lionel, these people will understand that I have needs and desires like everybody else. And I think that someday is right around the corner.
* * *
CHAPTER EIGHT
Adrian awoke to the heat of the Nevada sun beaming through the motel window and slowly drawing her hand from under her crumpled pillow, stretched over to greet her husband a good morning. Wonder where he is, she thought, sitting up abruptly in bed. Her limp body fell laxly onto the cool sheet, lapped by the blowing air of the air conditioner whirring softly in the background. "Oh, what a wild dream," she said aloud, raising the back of her hand to her throbbing forehead as if to protect it from the confusion of the lewd remnants of the night before.
She rolled over on her side of the bed. Adrian hurt all over, but in a strangely pleasant way. Her knees felt as if she'd crawled from Reno, her vagina felt like an open, seeping cavern in her frail body, and even her rectum screamed for help. "My God!" she muttered, "what a price to pay for marriage!"
Limping to the bathroom she brushed her teeth and washed her face, not bothering with the subtle techniques of her usual morning toilet. Her only concern was to find Dan. Perhaps he was taking his early morning exercise, his usual habit for keeping in shape. Throwing her peignoir over her gown she stumbled to the window and there, stretched out in the sun was her husband. She smiled. How sure he seemed of himself, she thought. How very poised for a young man, and how very handsome. She had always been proud of him, regardless of what her mother thought.
But that dream last night! It had to be a dream. Obviously the rectal soreness was from her hymen breaking, but her vagina hurt too; it felt as if she'd been raped with a corn cob. Yet she felt a vague stirring of excitement as she remembered Dan's tongue and lips down there in her dreams. She resolutely told herself that it was Dan in the dream, even though he had Darren's features. Oddly enough, Dan and Darren resembled each other in height both over 6 feet, both had dark hair, and both were muscle men. Chalk it up to coincidence!
But Dan making love to her in the behind? Men didn't do that with women, especially Dan. Or did they? She wished life was that simple that men and women could just make love any old way they wanted and enjoy it. Perhaps some did. In her case she knew it was wishful thinking anyway. She'd certainly enjoyed making love with Dan on their wedding night, unexpectedly so, but it hurt undeniably every inch.
Adrian had always been told she wasn't physically normal down there, and she believed it. It was all well and good to have a dream where you reached a climax two different ways, but reality was a different thing. All I know, thought Adrian, is that I love Dan and perhaps when I get used to making love it won't hurt much. "I don't know about other men," she purred aloud, "but he sure is big!"
In minutes Adrian was dressed in her red striped sundress and jute strapped heels purchased specially for her honeymoon and, with purse in hand, greeted him good morning.
"Hi, honey," he whispered in her ear as she bent over his lounge chair to greet him. "Sleep well?"
"Feel much better, yes." She didn't want to grieve him with the lurid details of her miserable condition.
"Well, what would my little wife like to do today? Urn, get some breakfast, go horseback riding, take a dip in this nearly empty pool," he chuckled, eyeing the remnants of last year's fill.
"How about some breakfast first, and then we could go to some of the casinos. I was looking through the brochure and they give us free nickels if we cash in these slips."
"So it is," he said agreeably. "I'll just run up and get my wallet and change clothes."
Adrian waited at the side of the pool, still perplexed with the strange goings-on in her young naive mind. Dan looked different this morning, she reflected, more relaxed; like he wasn't ready to pounce on top of her like a cat attacking a blue jay.
Dan's long tanned legs took giant strides through the silent carpeted hallways of the motel. Let's see, he thought, there's Room 4 so Room 8 must be just around this corner. His eyes still on the room numbers, he blindly pivoted in a right angle, his key in hand. "Whoops! Pardon me, I'm so sorry." He had nearly trampled Lionel, who, looking up with a face lined with surprise was tightly clutching his tripod. In the frenzy, he dropped his camera, which Dan hastily picked up, still apologizing profusely.
"I hope I didn't break anything."
"Oh, no. I-I'm sure everything is in preoper order," assured Lionel, as he bent over to retrieve a roll of film that escaped his pocket.
With curious eyes, Dan peeked through the open door of Room 5. His intrigue was further piqued when he noticed the yellow film boxes scattered carelessly on the floor. My God, he thought, there must be hundreds of them.
"What kind of movie camera is that? I used to be into cinematography in college. Almost made it my life's ambition 'til I got practical."
"A 16 mm french job."
"Yes, I've heard of them. Good for close-ups and detail, runs quiet too, right?" he asked, proud of his limited knowledge.
"Very good," was the curt reply.
"I don't mean to be nosey or anything, but do you take pictures of your experiments or what? I mean I was just wondering since you were obviously taking pictures in a bedroom. It is a bedroom, isn't it?"
"Not exactly. You might call it an extension of my laboratory. Now if you will kindly excuse me . . . " his voice thrilled, "I have an appointment." And with that short explanation he hobbled on down the hallway.
"Strange fellow," Dan murmured, jamming the key into the lock of Room 8.
Rummaging through his suitcase, Dan pulled out a knit short-sleeved shirt and khaki pants. This will show off my muscles in front of that sleezy bitch and her cowboy brother. Acts like she's some hot piece of ass that nobody can touch, just look at. She must have some strange occult power to make me dream about her. Bending over to pull up his pants, he felt a strange ache in his legs as if he'd suffered some Chinese torture and was made to sleep on his knees, never rising to his feet.
'But Jesus! That chick's cunt.' The zipper stuck at the banana between his legs. 'Just thinking about her gets me hard.' A wave of guilt passed over him as he reminded himself that he was on his honeymoon.
Sweeping a comb through his hair, he grabbed his wallet and was ready to join his wife for a day in Las Vegas the city of unexpected fun and surprises. Maybe we'll win a thousand dollars, he thought wistfully.
Taking his petite wife's hand, they crossed the street in search of nourisliment. After walking four blocks, Adrian suggested they try the restaurant at the top of a famous casino the travel brochure recommended it, she insisted.
Dan was almost beside himself, pretty women everywhere. The most exquisite blonde he'd ever lain eyes on a scarlet red evening gown clinging to her body like second skin, revealing a five inch deep cleavage, brushed by him on the right, winking salaciously while on his left a Mexican girl with thick waist-length black hair and heavily outlined deep brown eyes, slithered past him on the left. His eyes were still worming their way up her legs to the furry "V" when Adrian grabbed his hand and said, "Where have you been? I kept walking and suddenly you weren't anywhere around."
"Two orders of Eggs Benedict and a bottle of champagne," he told the waiter as the couple sat holding hands,, looking out the circular window that afforded a spectacular view of the city.
"I can't believe there are so many people on the streets at twelve-thirty in the afternoon! What do they do, just walk around?" asked Adrian.
Dan laughed. "No darling. There are a lot of people in this city who gamble for a living.
That's how they live. They just gamble. They take chances and hope to hell luck is on their side."
"You mean like a job?"
"Right. Instead of going to the office, they go to the casinos." Dan appreciated his wife's ignorance at times; it gave him a chance to be the boss. To tell her how things were in this world.
"Really . . . " Adrian giggled, "champagne for breakfast?" The waiter offered Dan a tHStC
"Fine. We'll take it."
"A toast," he offered, "to our honeymoon. May it be an event we never forget." His eyes fixed on the hardened nipples of Adrian's voile sundres. How un-like her to not wear a bra, he thought.
Above all his admirable traits, Adrian was sure she appreciated his chivalry best of all.
"Want to try your luck at the machines?" Dan asked as he laid down the bills for the breakfast and tip.
"Sounds like fun to me." They took the elevator to the ground floor of the casino and passing the telephones lined up on the wall, Adrian in her dizzy state, bumped into a young shabbily dressed girl who ran frantically from phone to phone checking the coin drops. Adrian agilely retrieved her fallen bag and, with huge querying eyes, asked Dan why this girl was acting in such a strange manner.
"Probably addicted." Dan often enjoyed building stories around incidents. He liked to watch Adrian's eyes grow large with excitement and, in her gullability, she'd believe anything. "Yes. Addicted."
"To what?"
"Gambling!"
"Gambling!"
"At her age? That's unbelievable."
Stopping at the change booth, Dan handed the lady a five dollar bill. God, he thought, I didn't realize how many nickels five dollars is. "Here, Adrian. Go play." It made him feel manly to give her things; she was such a child at times.
Five minutes later, heads turned and coins stopped slipping through slots as a dark-haired girl in a red dress stood screaming and jumping two feet in the air. "I won! Dan! I got three lemons."
"Now may I buy you a drink, dear?" she teased, brandishing two fifty dollar bills in his face. "I have an idea," suggested Adrian, "Why don't we make the rounds of the casinos and have a drink at each one."
"What's the name of this one?" demanded Adrian in wide-eyed amazement at the block long rectangular pool decorated with marble cupids spewing water from their inch long penises. Surrounding the pool were statues, obviously replicas of Michelangelo's.
"Don't know, dear," admitted Dan. "Haven't been here since the vacation with my parents years ago." And then unexpectedly, "don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. What do you say we get a bottle of wine and head back to the-motel." His legs and knees still felt locked in torture.
Staggering and giggling, the couple crawled out of the back seat of the taxi and,wormed their way to the Room 8. Exhausted from the heat, drink and excitement, they fell on the bed, dead to the world.
A screech of tires woke Adrian with a start. Silently, so as not to wake Dan, she climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, where she turned on the shower full blast and stepped out of her sundress and into a steaming shower.
Alerted by the click of the bathroom door, Dan jumped in alarm and then heard the water running in the shower. With last night's dream still coursing through his head, the urgency hit him almost immediately, and his cock started growing painfully. He left his clothes in an untidy heap on the floor beside the bed and padded into the shower room. Adrian was humming a song above the sound of the water. Dan looked down at his erection, now standing out in front of him as though an inflexible pole had been driven into his midriff.
Adrian had her back to him. She had lathered herself all over, and the white soap bubbles clung lovingly to the shining pink cheeks of her firm, rounded buttocks. Very kissable, he thought.
Slowly, Dan put his hands around her and cupped both of her breasts. She screamed and spun around, her deep eyes wide in fright. Then she closed her eyes and sighed, "My God, how you scared me. My heart feels like it's going to pound right out of my body."
"Yeah. I can feel it," Dan said, grinning and gently squeezing her right breast.
"Come join me. Feels great!" She laughed and turned the other nozzle. Adrian could feel it spraying across her buttocks. It stung sensually.
She watched as Dan took the soap and began lathering himself all over. The soapy water ran in a trail from his shoulders and breasts down to the pubic hair from the the long-range-cannon-like penis projected. He seemed terribly aroused and the thought of his arousal excited her.
"Turn around," he ordered, "and I'll wash your back for you."
Dimpling, Adrian did as she was instructed. She felt the rougliness of the washcloth rubbing against her upper shoulders. Then he was moving down to a spot directly in back of her breasts. She glanced down and saw that both of her nipples were erect and that her areolas were covered with-bumpy goose bumps. Now he was-rubbing her buttocks first roughly with the rag, then gently and lovingly with just his bare hands covered with slippery warm soap and water. She could feel the soap suds slithering down the crevice beneath her spine and abruptly she remembered the dream of being made love to that way. Dan's hands were all over her now. Breasts, buttocks, abdomen . . .
She felt him move back from her for a second and, feeling disappointed, she turned and saw him lathering up his penis and pubic hair. Then he was back again, his huge hot cudgel pressing against the smooth, white cheeks of her buttocks, his chest hair against her smooth back. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, and lifted the hair from the nape of her neck and licked there. A shiver of delight went through her entire body. If her heart had been pounding before in fright, it was running away in excitement now. He pressed his prick forward into her soapy buttocks. Adrian stood there, feeling the exquisite sensations of his penis against the slippery cheeks of her ass. Then he slid it beneath her and it rubbed against the lips of her cunt. She looked down at her front and could see the tip of his penis protruding out from the soft curls of pubic hair between her legs. To her, it looked as if it were her own. Uncontrollably, she ran her hands down across her soapy belly, through her damp nest, and clasped the head of the cock in both hands. She squeezed instinctively. She could feel the current flowing between his prick and her hands. It was a beautiful sensation.
Dan felt her hands there and groaned. God, he thought, I'm so excited I'm about to cum right now. I feel like a hopped-up high school kid getting his first piece of ass and cumming before he's even able to stick it in. He began making little swaying movements to and fro, and his desire hardened prick slid along the entire length of her vaginal crevice from clitoris to anus. She moaned with lustful desire.
He had both of his hands on her hip bones now, moving them and her away from him, then back to him. There was friction a hot soapy glorious friction on his cock. Friction from her vaginal lips and hair, friction from the cheeks of her ass. Abruptly he became aware that Adrian was doing an absolutely wild and wonderful thing with the muscles of her buttocks. She was flexing them, and with each movement he made them tighten along both sides of his cock. He began moving faster and faster. He wanted to put it in her; he wanted to stick it in her cunt, her asshole . . . anywhere! He could feel the waiting load of sperm in his balls beginning to boil impatiently.
Adrian, gasping for breath, knew she wanted him inside of her bowels. She could remember the dream. She wanted him deep in her rectum! She wanted him deep inside her belly, deep inside her womb! She wanted him no matter how it hurt! She could feel all her nerves, all her muscles, all of everything crying for release. The only release would come from him being somewhere inside of her. She turned suddenly and the hardened cock slipped from from between her legs. Dan groaned. Her open mouth reached up hungrily for his lips, and she savagely kissed him in an attempt to communicate urgency, her acquiescence, her desire. Then, she forced her hand down to his straining cock. It took all her strength as she squeezed it tightly in her'tiny fist. Dan groaned deep within his throat. She moved her hand along the long hard hot shaft and could feel the skin moving but not the shaft itself. It feels wonderful, she thought, as she began pumping on it. Dan had begun French-kissing her, and his hands had slipped down to her buttocks. He kneaded them, and she felt the most delicious of lewd sensations.
Adrian was no longer attempting to stroke him; she was frantically pulling at the viriley hard cock trying to pull it into her vagina when Dan suddenly let out a low moan of delight and stopped breathing. The cock swelled in her hand, and then she felt it begin throbbing. She watched it, fascinated, as the hot cum spurted out all over her belly and pubic hair; it ran in great white rivers to join the soapy trails streaming down her glistening thighs. Dan continued to cum, his penis continued to throb for almost a full minute. He kept his eyes closed in rapture during the entire thing. Finally, he sighed deeply as if just beginning to breathe again.
"Ummmm, that was the greatest!" he said, as Adrian blinked salaciously. She was pleased that she'd satisfied him. This time there were no doubts, no fears. She was happy that she'd pleased him, and of her own volition. It was out of an uncontrollable, undeniable urge that she had reached for his penis and stroked it 'til it spurted its love juice like hot lava against her stomach. Oh, it felt so good to give!
But her own feelings were troubling her now. She still felt the intolerable heat of her own desires those strange, alien desires; she knew that there had been a shameful, uninhibited moment there when she had actually wanted to bend over in front of him and spread her buttocks apart so he could insert his penis in her rectum. And another moment when she wanted him to shove it mercilessly into her vagina. And there had been the feeling of that wonderfully strong piece of hard flesh beneath her hands . . . she had, when the heat had been the greatest, wanted to kiss it.
Her wishes came true. That night she kissed it, sucked it, twirled it in her mouth until his screams of pleasure echoed through the hallways.
* * *
CHAPTER NINE
Vera's blood boiled all through dinner from evil thoughts of lewd positions and pile driving pricks. By three o'clock in the morning her dripping cunt alerted her to the urgency of her uncontrollably excited body. She knew her vagina was seeping had been all day and was lubricated to the point where she could take him easily. First, though, she must sneak into the laboratory and steal the gold watch.
At three fifteen, Dan's legs twitched twice, then yawning, he opened his eyes and blinked.
"Hello darling," Vera said, dangling the watch before his tired eyes.
"Hello, Adrian?" he stuttered. "My darling wife . . . I want to make love to you."
"Dan . . . kiss me."
The man moved next to the woman's body; she strained her breasts toward him. They lay side by side facing each other as he took her in his arms and kissed her. She threw one leg over his thigh and rubbed her pubic hair against his till sleeping cock. It, too, came awake terrifyingly so. She pulled her mouth away from his and forced him to turn over on his back. She began kissing him as she slowly drew a line with her tongue down across his chest, past the belly button, until she reached the pubic forest where one huge, whitely throbbing tree grew to enormous heighth. She clamped her lips over it and was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure.
She gave him a little nibble or two and used her tongue to tease the head just as a reward. He moaned with each new thing she did.
Vera finally looked up at him. "Did that feel good, dear?"
"Ohhhh."
"Don't be selfish then. Do it to me, too." She moved herself around until her head was pointing toward the mirror, then spread her legs in open invitation to his mouth to feast upon.
Dan looked uncertain not unwilling to participate more as though he were unsure of exactly what to do. Vera said, "Don't be bashful. I'll tell you how to do it. Maybe he's afraid of hurting that frail wife of his, she thought.
"OK. Let's do it together," she instructed. "Turn around, dear." She guided his ass with her hands until his buttocks were above her head, his face poised directly above her widespread pussy. She slowly opened her legs and, at the same time, used her hands to pull his hips and giant cock down to her mouth. She lowered it to her like an oil well drill being put into the test hole. She kissed it reverently, then teased its bulbously throbbing head with her teeth. Dan, meanwhile, eagerly went back to work using his tongue against her cunt. Despite all of her good intentions of doing everything right for the revenge she had in mind, the taste of his cock in her mouth drove Vera right out of her mind. She began sucking avariciously, trying desperately to swallow its entire length . . . She wasn't sure what Dan was suddenly doing to her cunt that was different, but of the hundreds of men who had swirled their tongues between her thighs, she had never felt quite the same sensations before. He licked, then brutally bit the lips; the pain was exquisite. He used his chin to agitate the clitoris; the stubole of beard on his chin was the same as sandpaper against the tiny sensitive titty of her cunt. She was panting now, she didn't care what happened. She rubbered her lips around his cock and reached up and used both hands to salaciously milk his giant balls dangling like gypsy earrings on both sides of her face.
Dan drove his tongue into the insatiable vagina just as viciously as he had used his prick as a reaming instrument the night before. Vera tried to lift her buttocks to meet him, but he refused to let her move. She was losing control of the situation again; he was too masterful to be kept on a leash . . . he had broke his leash again; she knew it the moment that it happened. "Oh, God," she moaned as he bit her buttocks with enough strength to draw blood to the surface. Down his cock slammed into her throat. She could no longer breathe. She was choking to death. He was seemingly trying to dislodge her tonsils. Using her fingernails as sharp claws, she raked the backs of his thighs in an effort to get breathing space, but it was futile. The pain merely drove his hardened cock down deeper into her aching throat. Vera knew she was helpless . . . helpless because of her own sensations down there. He was using her mouth as a cunt! And suddenly she was there, cumming in torrents in his mouth cumming as though something had been unleashed deep inside down past her tonsils, and the huge head ballooned as he reached his climax. So large was the exploding head, so big was the mouthful, that Vera couldn't even swallow. She made gagging noises as the hot cream poured down her open gullet and spilled out of both sides of her mouth. It streamed in a white river across her face, and some of it even ran up her nostrils and on both sides of her nose where it flowed out hotly into her ears and eyes.
And during it all even when her body was shipping around in the uncontrollable frenzy of her orgasm she kept thinking and saying to herself over and over again, "Oh, my God! What's happening to me? It's never felt this . . . "
Her words were suddenly mingled with the horrible scream of a police siren. Closer and closer to screech came, until finally it sounded as if it were about to come piling through the bedroom wall. "What in hell . . . " Then it stopped. Rolling over on her knees, she crawled to the window by the bed and pulling the curtains aside, spied a police car across the street. Then another pulled alongside, and another. "What the fuck is going on?" she muttered. What a fine time to be interrupted just when she was ready to get her share of the tricks.
Her long arm reached for the kleenex box on the nightstand beside the bed and she wiped the semen from her eyes and ears and face. Christ, she was a mess! Cum everywhere. Even on the headboard.
"okay . . . " A voice squawked loudly through a megaphone. "We're giving you to the count of ten."
Peeking through the pulled curtain, Vera eyed two police men piling out of the car across the street, guns in hand. Must be a robbery, she speculated, that's the same gas station that was held up last week. More policemen in the street. And seconds later, as though the speakers at New York Square Gardens had been turned on full blast: "ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE . . . FOUR . . . FIVE . . . SIX . . . SEVEN . . . EIGHT . . . NINE . . . "
Vera was beside herself. 'Oh Jesus! She looked down at the male figure, twitching as if to awaken from a night's sleep . . .
"TEN!"
Dan was alert in a flash.
"What the hell?" He blinked his eyes, trying to focus his sleepy eyes on the nude figure of a woman at the end of the bed.
"How are you?" he asked imploringly, questioningly, almost as if he didn't care who it was, but fully conscious it wasn't his wife.
"Where's . . . where's Adrian?" he stammered, his eyes fixed on the breast of this lovely creature quivering at the foot of the rumpled bed.
No fool by anyone's standards, the crafty Vera quickly regained her composure. "She's with Darren."
"Darren?" He sat up straight.
"No. Not my wife! Darren?" his temper rising.
"Oh, come on! Didn't you know?" Vera lost no time conjuring up ideas gathered from nowhere.
Shortly, Vera had the young raging man convinced that his wife was nowhere in the building, and that there was nothing to do but wait, explaining that Darren was only her half-brother and they had run away to Las Vegas together to escape the stigma of incest in their small home town. Yes, they were in love. Had been since childhood. It was revenge that brought her naked into his bedroom.
Vera could have talked on and on for hours, endlessly, and Dan would have uttered not one word. Mesmerized by the huge melons hanging just a foot away from his bulging eyes, he felt the warm sensation of lust boiling in his loins, undeniably. His flaccid cock was now ready for action.
An actress from birth, Vera squeezed her eyes tight 'til tears started flowing down her cheeks. "Ohhhh?" she weeped. "I can't stand it. I thought that if I came in here and we made love, then everything would be fair. That it wouldn't hurt anymore. But I feel so badddd," she bawled.
Awkwardly, Dan patted her shoulder. He was all too aware of Vera's breasts pushing up against his midriff as he cuddled her and tried to wipe her torrential tears with a sticky kleenex picked up from the rumpled bed. Gently he lay her down on the bed beside him.
He looked down at her nude body lying beside him. One leg was slightly raised. He could see the little blue veins under her tanned skin. He could feel her hot breath against his chest her lips close to his right nipple. Her cunt against his leg! Thoughts of his wife and that damned cowboy rippled through his mind, and his anger brought rushes of blood to his head. He remembered the night before, how she'd caressed his cock until it exploded against the shower wall. Now he knew where she learned the trick! And sucking him dry, her thirsty mouth lapping up his cum like a dog expiring on the hot desert. Well, two can play at that game!
Without warning, his prick was stirring to life again, as fevered blood, half from lust half from rage, roared along the arteries and capillaries to bring new strength, new energy to his tortured soul.
Now that the first shock of waking next to
Vera had begun to evaporate, he suddenly realized he was lying in bed with Vera whose sobs wailed in unison with the ambulance now loading a bloody body across the street.
A nude Vera, and a nude Dan. He also realized that he badly wanted to fuck her.
At the rate his prick was growing, he'd only have seconds before she realized her danger. He put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She stared up at him, her lips smeared with lipstick and tears. "I'm sorry, Vera. Sorry for both of us."
She nodded. "What's done is done. What makes it so bad is that we're both in love with them." She blinked as if she were about to blink again.
Dan felt his heart go out to the poor woman. He gently kissed her lips. "Funny," he began in a low voice, "but just last night I had this dream that you were here in bed with me and we made love. What a coincidence. And here you are!"
She didn't respond.
Bits and pieces of the dream floated through his scattered brain. He could feel that his cock was fully alive now and ready for any new adventure. The heat ignited now in his prick and flowed upward up the spinal cord to his brain, up the muscular paths to his heart which received the message and began pumping quantities of blood to serve the rising instrument. Dan kissed her again, and this time he pushed his tongue through her parted lips. Her sobs ceased. She refused to open her mouth to him for a moment, then, groaning, she let it swim in. This accomplished, Dan moved his lips to her neck and worked his way to her breast. She attempted to force his head back, but then collapsed weakly and let him do his will.
Dan could feel the power growing in him. Never in his life had he ever thought he had a chance to fuck a sexy woman like this. But she wanted him. She was his to do as he wanted; he could tell that by the way she acted. She was panting when his hands moved boldly across her gently pulsating pussy. He sawed his finger for only a second; the tight passage was already slippery with lubricants his earlier saliva and his cum, he but thought it the juices of her desire.
Vera acted as though she were reluctant when he forced her thighs apart and got between them. "We mustn't, Dan," she whimpered. "This won't right the wrongs."
"We are, though," he said through gritted teeth, and then, gently parting the pubic hair, he pushed the head of his cock against the labia of the moist open lips of her straining vagina.
Vera tried to clench her legs together, but the movement was obviously half-hearted at best. "Be gentle," she pleaded, reaching down to gasp his hardened staff in her hand.
God, it had been even easier than he had thought. He kissed her and said, "I will." It was then he felt near delirium strike him down there; she was stroking his cock as she guided it directly to the opening of her cunt. Dan pressed in and his throbbing prick-slid slowly and surely down into the delicious channel, where it glided like a gondola through the warm dark cuntal passage leading to her cervix. He went all the way in without pausing once; the journey took the better part of sixty seconds and Vera gasped in adolation all the while. Finally he was in as far as he could go. He deliberately flexed his cock a couple of times.
It was then that Vera went wild beneath him. It was as though she had reached count-down zero and the rockets had been ignited. She simply took off! She was no longer the weeping victim; she was exhorting him to do his damndest. "Fuck me; fuck me to death," she screamed, her heels locking tightly around the backs of his flexing thighs.
He gave her free reign for the first couple of minutes and was rewarded with her sudden, "Aaiiieee . . . I'm cumming!" When she had quit twitching, he began his movements. He was gentle in the beginning, just as she had requested. But the soft hidden muscles of her vagina kept nibbling and sucking away at him as though she had a herd of hungry rabbits hidden somewhere inside her tight quivering belly. His tempo unconsciously speeded up. She was screaming in continuous ecstasy as he began making circles with his ass and then climbing high on her body to her clitoris into devasting contact with the trunk of his cock. Her hands were all over him now . . . first and he groaned in protest, then it became so tremendously exciting that he reared back to get full benefit of it.
Dan was caught up in it now; the woman beat at his buttocks with her heels. She was all fire and water, fur and grit, in everything. Her fingers moved down his back muscles once as gently as butterfly wings, and the next trip they gouged holes in skin. That hurt. He wanted to punish her for that, so he fucked his cock in viciously, and was rewarded by a thin scream of pain and indignation.
She brought blood to his buttocks and back for that.
He pounded into her like the white engine-driver rod of a speeding express train. He wanted to fuck his cock up in her hot little cunt so far that it would burst up out of her mouth. He knew he was filling her, filling her as though he were the lost piece of a puzzle. It was wonderful . . . beautiful. She gasped out lewd exciting words at him at the apex of each stroke.
Finally her eyes grew wide in supplication. "I'm cumming," she moaned. She panted and writhed. His cock was a voracious animal now, insatiable, demanding. He began using his leg muscles to propel it in even deeper, bringing moans of sheer desire and passion from the woman beneath him. She was all women of the world wrapped up in one woman; all women wailing and screaming and writhing as they all came at once. "I'm cumming," she screamed again and again, and her fingernails dug like plows into the furrows of his back.
And Dan was cumming cumming with her, cumming into all the women of all the world everyone and everything. She was the goddess of cunt, he the god of the cock. She screamed and collapsed twitching beneath him and he continued to pound into her until he knew there was nothing left in his body.
It was a long time before he pulled the flaccid cock out of her. It made a lewd, wet sucking sound as it popped out. Vera's body was soaking with perspiration. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "That was beautiful," she said, "but I'd better leave before your wife comes back.
Her whirling brain tried to focus on the story she'd told him. Oh yes, she thought, Adrian and Darren.
Dan saw his pajamas lying in a heap on the floor. Feeling foolish he began to dress as Vera grabbed a towel from the armchair and, wrapping it around her naked, satiated body, slowly walked out the door.
Damn that stupid siren, she thought, am I in for it now!
* * *
CHAPTER TEN
"Some commotion here last night," said Dan coldly, turning to his wife. "Cops came and shot a guy who tried to hold up the gas station across the street. He was holed up in the men's room."
Rubbing her eyes, Adrian rolled over. "Funny. I didn't hear anything." Bet you didn't, you bitch, thought Dan.
Well, he'd show her! If she wanted to get herself fucked silly by that stupid cowboy, then let her; he'd waste no time playing pansy-ass husband. If anybody in the family started pulling this double standard crap, it would be him it was always the male.
The shower was running in deafening torrents in the bathroom now, as Adrian washed away the smears of lust, alerted him to his chance. With a steady hand he picked up the phone and buzzed the desk.
"Yes." A female voice answered.
"Room 8 would like something to eat," he chuckled.
"Oh Dan. Let's at least be discreet."
"At nine. Outside the coffee shop around the corner?"
"Can't wait." And turning to Darren, "See, I didn't blow it so badly after all, did I, darling?" He nodded in acquiescence. "This leaves you and Lionel free for the final shots of the film. Good thing, too. We have more guests coming tomorrow."
Darren forced his hands in the pockets of his levis. "Well, I'm glad you're such a clever little puss, but I'm not going to be here. Have to go to the lab. Lot of printing to do. God! Do you have any idea how many rolls of film we've shot in the last few days?"
Lathering her hair in rich suds, Adrian recalled the dream from the night before. Wish I had my psychology teacher here to figure this one out, she thought. Dan had two faces in her dream last night: one resembling Darren not too unusual she reasoned and the other Lionel. That was odd. In no way was she attracted to him; she found him repugnantly grotesque, as a matter-of-fact.
The lurid details of last night's dream returned. After Dan had licked her down there and driven her to the point of madness, he had asked her to suck on his penis. She had done so at first out of love, and then with a deep animalistic desire to devour it. He had cum in her mouth, and so entranced had she been with him that he had actually been forced to push her mouth away after she had swallowed all of him and continued to nibble at his deflated penis. Then Dan returned as Lionel, making love to her the same way he had in the dream the night before . . . slamming it in and out of her rectum until she screamed for more and more . . .
The afternoon was a mildly pleasant one, spent reading books and relaxing after a long walk to a shaded park. A great relief after days in the scorching Nevada afternoon sun.
Dan, however felt a chilling aloofness from Adrian. Probably thinking of that cowboy, he suspected. Oh well, let her have her fun; he had nothing to lose. One more night with that hot pussy of Vera's in his bed and he could tolerate anything. And still the idea of Adrian having an affair with Darren seemed a bit too out of character for a woman who only days before had lost her virginity.
I wonder why he's so cold towards me today, wondered Adrian. Maybe he can sense my confusion; but she couldn't bring herself to discuss her troubling dreams, even with her husband. "After all the problems we had with my fears of him hurting me, he'd probably buy me a ticket and ship me out on the next train," she moaned. All she needed, concluded the perplexed girl, was time to think. Just be alone and think. Obviously losing her virginity had marred her conscious more than she'd ever anticipated. She could stand the anxiety no longer.
With sad eyes, she rolled over in the grass under the shade of an oak tree, and taking Dan's hand said, "Darling, there's something that's been bothering me lately. It's, it's these dreams I've been having. Every night." She paused a second to gather her thoughts. "Maybe I should see Dr. Steinman when I get home. He's really helped mom a lot. You know, just somebody to talk to . . . confidentially."
"Come on." Dan's arm pulled her small frame closer. "Tell me about these dreams." Thoughts of Vera were suddenly like memories from a past life.
She stammered. "They're all about sex. About these terrible things you've done to me. Oh! I can't even talk about it." Adrian cupped her head with her hands, pulling away from her husband. With kind words, Dan encouraged his wife to relate the horrors clouding her mind.
With a sense of rewarding relief, she told him every lewd detail.
Then she broke into tears. "All I need is a night alone. To think and regain my bearings." Christ, thought Dan, can she read my mind? All afternoon he'd been conjuring means of sneaking away to meet his whorish partner, and here his wife of three days offered the suggestion! What a stroke of luck. Only in Las Vegas, he thought, a supressed smile subtly turning the corners of his mouth upward.
"okay, Baby. Anything you want. I'll leave you alone tonight." He hugged her closer, but in a dark cobwebbed corner of his mind, it was not his wife he was holding. It was the woman of all women: the goddess of cunt.
"Sure you'll be alright here alone." Dan stood rifling through his pile of credit cards. God, I hope they'll accept these at those sleasy motels, he thought. They usually demand cash.
Adrian sat perched in the chair, looking through the box of TV cassettes. "Yes, I'll be okay. I'm going to listen to watch some canned TV and sit passively." Picking up battered tape, she said, "God, this looks like the first television cassette ever put out. Look! Must be at least three years old. Bet nobody's played it for over a year." She turned on the tape deck on top of the TV set, adjusting the volume and focus on a John Wayne movie. "Have you noticed, Dan, that we're the only people staying here? I mean, really. Doesn't that appear odd to you? I mean, this being Las Vegas."
Her words struck a familiar note. "You know, come to think of it, I had the same feeling when I sat there looking into that dead swimming pool yesterday morning. Wonder how they can afford to keep the place going?"
And abruptly, "Is there anything I can get you before I go? I'm just going to run out and have a couple beers. Maybe I could bring you something back."
"Thanks, Dan. I'm not really hungry."
A gentle kiss on the neck and he was out the door.
Quietly, so as to not arouse any suspicion, Dan crept down the hall, step by step, like the man walking on the moon. But hushed mumbles around the corner pinned him to the wall with fright. He stayed in that position, like he was pinned to the cross, while straining to hear the conversation between two men. Only men, he thought, are Darren and Lionel. Ah, ha! That bastard was waiting for him to leave so he could get to Adrian and screw her brains out just like in her dreams. Maybe those weren't dreams, Dan reconsidered. Perhaps that's what really happened and she's afraid to admit it.
Dan strained his neck and cupped his ear trying to hear the men's words. Bits and pieces was all he could scavage. "Do you have . . . film . . . got boxes . . . this should be our best selling movie."
Movie?
"Vera's meeting him . . . tonight . all clear."
That bitch told him!
Then ". . . boxes to the lab . . . Gweyn . . . last week's . . . all yours . . . "
Daringly, Dan peeked his head around the corner like a snake .raising .its head. From the back he spied Darren, arms laden with two huge boxes, headed toward the door, and Lionel, tripod and camera under arm as usual, headed in Dan's direction. This one weird motel, surmised Dan. Must have another business.
He lifted his arm to check his watch. It was almost nine o'clock: time to meet Vera. The thought of her magnificently supple breasts started his heart pounding in anticipation. Waiting for that Darren to deposit his visibly heavy box, he saw Lionel draw a package from its contents and, tucking it safely under his short wirey arm, slipped into Room 5, his tripod and camera swallowed up in the creaking of the door.
Now was his chance! Ten seconds after Darren surrepticiously snuck out the door, Dan followed. At least he's gone for the night, sighed Dan, knowing he wouldn't have to worry about coming home to sloppy seconds.
As promised, Vera stood waiting, leaning against a lamp post outside of the coffee shop. Her long cigarette dangling from her cherry red mouth. One leg crossed in front of the other, Dan could barely distinguish her from the other ladies for sale who struck a surprisingly similar pose as they lined the streets with wanton desire.
After a couple of beers, Vera relaxed a bit. Uncommonly jittery, thought Dan, remembering how calm and aloof she normally appeared. And later: God, maybe it's rubbing off on me! He was not his usual self tonight. The fire in his loins was extinguished as if a pail of water had dowsed all desire.
They made feeble conversation. What casinos she preferred. Did she ever win ... Adrian did, just yesterday. This evening is a waste of money, he thought.
Never once did the conversation turn to details of the evening before, yet his mind bursted with questions. How did Vera know about Darren and Adrian? Why would Vera come into his room naked? Something strangely aromatic about that kleenex he'd dried her tears with. Oh heck, he reasoned to himself, maybe it was thrown there from the night before. But still wet?
Nothing clicked. Clouds of doubt.
Vera sensed an unexpected lack of interest in the man who, just last night, fucked and sucked and bit and nibbled her into screaming submission.
Suddenly, as if stung by a horsefly, Dan jumped to his feet. "I have to go!" 'he reached for the change on the table and shoved it into his pocked in frenzy.
"No. No! NO!" Vera stood up, grabbing Dan by the arm as if to forcibly stop him.
* * *
"Teeheee," trilled Lionel. "Finally it's my turn! And all alone. No big prick of Darren's to get in the way. This time I get first chance." He stroked his chin with rapid movements, and unlocked the closet of Room 5 and carefully placed his tripod and camera in a dark hidden corner.
This time I don't have to take films, he thought gleefully realizing he was free to experiment for the first time. For years he'd studied hypnosis, and he was sure that she was the most perfectly susceptible subject he'd had. Just last night she'd put on a performance that would have put Vera to shame. It had tempted him to wake her then, to prove to her how she enjoyed sex especially in the rectum.
Oh, those tight little ass muscles of hers, he thought, rubbing his excited cock. Boy, he'd fuck her hot little asshole shitless tonight! She'd do anything when she saw those photos. She'd be so pleased with her accomplisliments. His nervousness overcoming him.
Picking up the cassettes, he took one glance at the numbered sequence on the top print.
Three doors away, Adrian slowly drew herself out of the soothingly warm bath water and, toweling herself dry, stepped into her slippers and slipped on her night gown. Just a little while longer, she thought, and Dan will be back. She felt greatly relieved from her evening of solitude. She'd resolved to get through this honeymoon as best she could and, if the dreams persisted, she'd call Dr. Steinman when they got home. Of course she wouldn't tell her mother. Oh! God no!
The cool air whirring from the air conditioner sent chills up her spine as she opened the bathroom door, still steaming. In one plop she landed in the chair beside the television set and watched the film for the sixth time in her life.
A knock at the door.
On the other side, stood Lionel. A nervous Lionel muttering, "this is my final hour . . . "
Oh good! Dan's home, speculated the anxious girl. She opened the door.
"Good evening, my dear," chirped Lionel, boldly stepping in and closing the door behind him. He stood there for a moment, staring appreciatively at her gown, then carried a large package to the bed.
"Well, hello. What can I help you with?" She felt the first notes of uneasiness run through her mind. It wasn't proper for him to be here when her husband was absent, especially when she was dressed as revealing as she was. Nervously, she clutched at the gaping neckline of her gown.
"That's not necessary," he chirped. "You have lovely breasts."
"Please!" shewas shocked at Lionel's behavior. But his eyes would not leave her cleavage. "I think, Lionel, you had better leave."
Lionel's upper lip twittered with giggles. Then his expression became cruel. "Leave? Oh no. I have no intention of leaving. I have come to help you." And staring her boldly in the eye, demanded, "Repeat after me, I am a sensi . . . "
"What are you talking about? Have you gone mad?" screamed Adrian. As if to calm her, he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
Suddenly Adrian was frightened, really scared. Lionel must be a madman! It was like seeing the Dr. Hyde side of Jekyll. He was looking in ill-concealed lust at her breasts and at her pelvic area. "I . . . I . . . you really must go, Lionel." She stood and backed nervously away from him. His eyes were like prison yard searchlights moving up and down the length of her figure. They came to rest on a spot just below her navel the slightly protruding spot marking her softly curling pubic mound.
"You are quite beautiful. So petite and fragile," he said.
"Please leave."
"No. Now repeat after me, I am a sensitive young woman, who . . . "
Adrian was beside herself. "This is no time for games, Lionel. Now obviously hypnotism did not work with me, and I have no intentions of trying again." His pale eyes would not blink or move; they followed her every twitch of her muscles.
He didn't move. "This is for your benefit, my dear. I know you'll enjoy it." Realizing the frightened woman would not acquiesce, he tried the harsher approach. And straightening up his crooked back as best he could, stated boldly, "I came to give you a present. You would not accept. So I promise I will leave if only you will open your package."
Anything to get rid of this maniac, thought Adrian. She sidled over from the door toward the table, watching him closely for any movement. He merely smiled in vast amusement at her precautions. He seemed to be holding his breath, and his eyes widened as he watched her unfasten the clasp on the envelope.
She could tell by the feel that they were video cassettes. She made one rapid glance down at the title of the top one, 'ADRIAN GETS ASS-FUCKED,' and then the room began swirling around her. Then she heard his titter, and he took it from her hand and replaced the John Wayne movie with it in the Video cassette player. He smiled and flicked it on, watching her face change to stunned disbelief as she saw the opening shots.
"Oh," he gasped, "you are even more beautiful when surprised."
Adrian gazed at the TV screen in horrified disbelief. It was a film of her. Not her as she saw herself each morning in the mirror, but a photograph of a totally alien her wantonly smiling as she sucked away on Darren's sausage-like cock. Her lips were grotesquely pouting around the instrument, but it was her expression that was the most astonishing thing about the lewd tableau. It was obvious, even to her that she was blissfully and erotically enjoying what she was doing. Her hands were clearly shown; one was cradling his testicles as though she was weighing them, the other had two fingers wormed deep into his open rectum.
Adrian's legs failed her. She was forced to steady herself on the back of a chair and then sink slowly into it. She continued to stare at the picture. "Oh God!" she gasped.
Lionel cackled. He choked, then coughed and wheezed.
The film moved to the next scene. She blinked and the hot tears began streaming down her face. This one showed her with legs spread wide apart and Darren's head buried in her vaginal crevice. Her tongue was hanging laxly out of the corner of her mouth and her eyes were rolled back in her head. Shown clearly were her taut stomach muscles and flexed buttocks, and her fingernails clawing a bloody trail of lust down his back. Her face was smeared with cum; it glistened all over her neck, and a huge puddle of it could be seen alongside her shoulders on the rumpled sheet. As she gazed through watery eyes at the TV screen it was all coming back to her. The dream! It hadn't been a dream, after all. She remembered the moment; in the dream it had been so wonderful to have her husband doing that to her.
The dream! Her mind flashed. That's why he came in her trying to make her repeat instructions he was trying to hypnotize her. Suddenly the remembrance of a whirring noise in her first dream hit her in the face like a slamming door. So it was a movie camera!
What made the film so unbelievably horrible was the sheer expression on her face impatient lust. She thought dully: It didn't hurt at all when he did that; it was wonderful. But I thought it was my husband making love to me . . . not someone using me as an insensitive whore! She suddenly realized that anyone looking at the film would think of her as nothing but a whore who acted in porno-films.
"The next scene is my special present from me to you," Lionel's anxious eyes followed her every movement. As she was pretty sure it would, the next sequence int he film showed Lionel with his tubby little cock in the process of sodomizing her. Again the expression on her face was one of undeniable wantoness. The hang of the taut breasts like ripe fruit about to drop from a tree, the tendons of her neck, and the muscles of her inner thighs, the deep indentations created by the eager flexing of the anal muscles . . . all were clear indications that she was within seconds of obtaining an orgasm.
It was all too much to bear, much less understand. Her dignity crushed, sobs wracked her body and each breath was a shuddering one. She had never been so mortified, so humiliated, so ashamed in her life. The films, no matter who took them, gave Adrian an insight to that darker being within her whose existence she had never known or even suspected. With her husband, yes, but never with two strange men.
"You mean you're not pleased with your results?" Lionel looked hurt. "I brought the cassettes as a gift."
She screamed and leaped toward him; but he grabbed her and tripping over the hem of her gown she lay sprawled on the floor. In falling, her gown ripped and slithered up to her waist, where the full ripeness of her upper thighs and buttocks were fully visible to Lionel's hungry eyes. "You beast!" she screamed. "You've turned me into a filthy whore!"
"My dear," he said regaining his composure. "This film footage is not of a filthy whore, they are of a sensitive young woman who enjoys love, who enjoys loving as much as she enjoys being loved."
"Stop!"
"What do you want from me?" she gasped, feeling horror and sickness suddenly wash over her like an unrelenting tide of despair.
"We already have what we want from you. You're captured on film, my dear. You're a star! You will be the hottest porno queen to ever hit the movies."
"Wha . . . what?" she clutched her gown as if his eyes were ripping it from her body.
"Yes. That's why we took the films." With a concerned look on his face said gently, "I thought you would be pleased. You showed such talent. Such control of the anal muscles."
Adrian looked up from the floor. She could see the bulge growing in his trousers as he gazed at her uncovered body. She made a futile attempt to pull her gown down. One part of her mind was screaming like a caged animal, fearing Dan's reaction if he were ever to see these video cassettes, and the other was obscenely curious.
"How do you think your husband will respond when he sees these?" asked the nervous Lionel who, by now was getting more impatient with each extension of his growing penis and would resort to anything to get inside of her.
"He will leave me." The thought was unbearable.
"Suppose we compromise then," suggested Lionel. "I will not show him the cassettes if you will let me adore your body."
Adrian looked up at the aging man, the bulge in his trousers now approached the length of his nose. "Never."
"Then I guess the matter is settled," he said sadly. And he reached for the other cassettes now scattered on the carpet.
Adrian's mind was ablaze with confusion, trying to weigh one evil against the other. Which would be worse, she considered, making love to this hideous human being or losing her husband. Clearing her throat, she announced, "I will promise to make love to you only if after ten minutes I do not respond, you promise to leave."
"What? No . . . "
"We must start somewhere, my dear." Anything, she thought, just as long as Dan doesn't see those video films.
She rose, silent, unable to speak for the humiliation she felt and walked over to bolt the door. Her escape would accomplish nothing. The man's eyes burned huge holes in her breasts and pelvic area. When she hesitated-hoping that he would change his mind-Lionel reached for the protruding lump between his legs. "Oh God, no!" winced Adrian. Quickly then, she took off her gown and stood there nakedly scared.
"Beautiful. Now just wait 'til I get my clothes off." She watched him horrified, as he removed his coat, tie, shirt and undershirt, and then unbuttoned his trousers and dropped his pants and drawers to the floor. A moment later, he stood before her with only his shoes and socks and garters on. His erection grew like a devilish thick toadstool in the tundra.
"Now get on the bed," he directed. Suddenly Adrian was aware of her legs being spread apart. She flinched, in spite of herself, when his finger parted the softness of her pubic hair and touched her vaginal lips. She renumbered the dream last night. Presumably Dan had been doing this to her. It had been wildly exciting and erotic beyond description. Oh! But it wasn't Dan. That was Darren. And remembering that forgotten detail, she felt only numbness.
The numbness lasted until he reached the clitoris: he put his lips on it and began sucking it like it were a very small penis. Adrian's body stiffened as she felt the unwelcome sensations run down there. Lionel chuckled as he sensed she had finally begun to come to life. Next she felt his tongue jab into her vagina; it was like an electrical cattle prod placed in there. She jumped, trying to pull herself away from him. Then the slow, rhythmic, tantalizing licking began again.She flexed the muscles along her inner thighs attempting to make the unwanted feelings of pleasure go away but it only added to her enjoyment. With the tensing of her thighs, Lionel went back to lick again at the tiny, suddenly pulsating clitoris.
Now Adrian was beginning to moan and sob as she realized what these sensations implied. No, this couldn't be happening to her. The nerve endings down there were betraying her. She couldn't permit this to feel pleasure-able, not with Lionel down there between her spread legs. But, in spite of her revulsion at the thought, her abdomen rose and fell with increasingly rapidity as the old man began taking long licking strokes with his tongue and using his nose to buffet the clitoris while his chin whiskers were scraping against her tightly clenched anus. She knew she was beginning to secrete lubricants and liquids from glands deceiving her. It wasn't until she discovered her pelvis was beginning to grind lewdly into the old man's sardonically smiling face that she realized she'd lost the battle. Glancing at the clock through blurred eyes, she gasped to notice it had only been four minutes since she'd stripped naked before this dirty old man. She lost the battle.
Her shamelessly aroused body was moving independantly now, she hadn't the least control over it. His hot hungry mouth enclosed the entire vaginal area and he began sucking voraciously at it. The exquisite sensations shot across her loins into the nerve endings at the mouth of her womb. His drooling mouth kept the lips tightly clamped, but his tongue pressured its way through the tightly compressed flrsh, and Adrian almost lost her mind attempting to control her reactions.
"Just five more minutes," she murmured.
Finally-and she knew it the second that it happened-she reached the point of no return. This dirty old man was going to make her cunt cum! She fought it, screamed against it in her mind, but muscles and nerves all rebelled against her discipline-her pelvis was jerking and tightly locked hands behind his head were trying to pull the old man's face all the way up into her wildly exploding vagina. "I'm cummmming. Oh God, lick harder . . . faster . . . now . . . Now! . . . Aiieee."
She was almost unconscious from the combination of shame and satiation when Lionel raised her knees to her chest. Abruptly she felt his unbelievably thick, fat penis pressing against her open cunt.
She knew what would happen next and she attempted to scissor her legs closed, but the movement caused him to slip forward and his short but unmeasurably thick penis slid effortlessly into the mouth of her cervix. "Gaaagh," she screamed. God, it was horrible to let another man fuck her. It was a white hot poker plunged into her. Worse than on her wedding night because it was not her husband.
"Ooooohhhh, you're hurting me. Please." He only jabbed it in harder. Her vaginal walls felt as though they had been pressured outward in a thousand different places from the unbelievable thickness of his cock. His cock lay throbbing, sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't a single fleshy ridge on the prick that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft inner flesh of her cunt walls. She lay immobile, afraid to move because of the pressure each movement brought.
Lionel grinned down at her, his blue eyes glazed. He flexed his cock inside her belly and she felt it jerk, hard up against her cervix. "Aaaaghh," she groaned.
"like that," he trilled. And he flexed it again.
"Ooooohhhh . . . " She kept her stomach muscles as tight as possible, hoping she would create an intolerable pressure for him down there.
Slowly, Lionel pulled his hardened penis from her tight vaginal sheath until it was about half out, then slowly, very slowly, pushed it in again. He did this for about three minutes.
And then she realized her screams of pain were a lie. Oh, it was tight, all right. Very tight. And she was being stretched painfully. But the slow, salacious movements were not painful! Looking up at his salaciously grinning face, she realized he knew this.
Lionel continued to fuck his cock back and forth up into her upturned cunt slowly. Adrian was aware the her vagina was making a wet, lewd sucking noise, as it slipped moistly in and out of the now fully flared little hole and that too suddenly began to add to the forbidden excitement she felt coursing through her betraying body.
She wasn't even comfortable any longer. There was a pleasant warmth there, a pleasant pressure. When his penis twitched again she was astonished to find that-without volition-her own inner cunt muscles had flexed in involuntary response, bringing a smile of ecstatic delight from him. "Oh Dan, forgive me," she muttered.
She fought with every bit of will power she had to keep from doing it again. She hadn't been consious of doing it the first time; she wasn't sure how she'd done it . . . please, please, just don't let it happen again. But it did happen and there was a minor groan from him. It happened again . . . again . . . until it seemed she had an automatic milking machine attached to his cock down there between her legs.
Lionel was amking a slow rocking motion between her thighs. She could feel the narrow passageway to her hotly quivering belly being widened with each short stroke of his thickly throbbing penis. The friction had caused her vagina to run-within seconds-the entire spectrum from cold agony to hot willing anticipation. The hot glow of passion around the soft, curl-fringed lips outside was being rubbed and pushed all the way up inside; she could feel it creeping relentlessly along the vaginal walls to the tip of her uterus . . . a strange and wonderful glow. She fought that, too. She fought her breathing, which was becoming more shallow, more rapid. The perspiration popped out on her forehead as she fought a desperate losing battle with her pelvis after discovering it shamelessly rising to meet the downward thrust of his cock; she forced her smoothly curved young ass-cheeks back to the matress. A second later, though, they had begun grinding slowly upward again the tiny cunt mouth between her thighs gulping like an open-mouthed fish rising to the bait of his short, thick hardness.
And then, suddenly as it began, the battle was over. Adrian's body was asserting its independence from her thics, her morals, her upbringing, her will power and her love for her husband! The lewd flames of lust coursed through her veins, and her heart sped up its action in an effort to get the hot, desire-contaminated blood into every part of her body. Her pelvis as she had feared, was the first to unleash itself. After a long struggle it began moving up and down of its own volition on the white, wetly fucking rod of hardened flesh-cock and cunt moving in harmony and growing excitement. Her inner muscles went next; twitching aganist, massaging, and milking the cock up along its entire length. One section of muscle squeezed so tightly on Lionel's prick that he groaned uncomforably.
"God, baby." he grinned, "I'm glad you don't have teeth in that hungry little cunt of yours."
It was all going away from her. Adrian could mentally stand off and watch her body-as though she were watching the actions of a lust-crazed prostitue beneath a paying stranger's laciviously fucking weight. How could she be doing this? Making love to an old man whom, minutes ago, she'd found repugnant, like a dirty cast off shoe. Yet her face was beginning to twist in an expression of unbridled desire. Her body writhed nakedly, sweat rising on it beneath him, and she made low hums of passionate encouragement with each new thrust of his prick. Her breath now was coming in puppy like pants. Her openly spread thighs on either side of his driving hips were moving in tiny lewd circles as though she were using a hula hoop. Suddenly, Adrian's mind which had been able to stand off vand watch all this became too excited to be denied its participation. There was no longer any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her rapidly to a peak of glory she had never consciously known before. She was cumming again; she knew it and she wanted it . . . she didn't want it . . . she wanted it . . . she was close, close!
Then he stopped. "Tell me, my dear. Are you hot up in your pussy? The ten minutes have expired, you know."
Unbelievingly she looked up at him. He grinned down at her.
He flexed his cock deep inside her.
"Ummmm," she mewled.
"You like to be fucked?" He flexed it twice.
"Oh, God help me. Yes! Yes!" she screamed, and the cry came from the deepest part of her being. "Fuck me."
"Okay, my dear. Then I have a treat for you. TI am getting weary. You get on top."
Clasping her buttocks tightly in each hand, he rolled over, carrying Adrian with him. His cock stayed deeply buried in now wildly stretched vagina during the entire exercise.
She propped her knees into the matress, straddling his naked genitals with his legs between her. Lionel used his hands to pull her buttocks down, then, pushed her back up. "That's the way it's done," he said.
She rode his prick up and down and round as though she were aboard a carousel horse her cunt reaching hopefully for the elusive brass ring of forbidden pleasure. She moaned in wild delight as she discovered that this new position permitted extra friction from his cock against her clitoris. It was beyond a doubt the most exciting thing she had ever felt in her life. She hated herself for what she was doing, yet knew it was impossible not to do it. She was his helpless slave now, even though she were on top and free to dart away. The video cassettes to be shown all over the world no longer mattered . . . the cock was the thing. She rode him unmercifully . . . bounding up and down onscenely. driving her pelvis down against the impaling shaft as though she were trying to drive it all the way through her body.
Through it all Lionel lay there, his upper lip bobbing up and down with each thrust of her nakedly grinding hips.
Adrian could feel everything coming together down there now. She was mixingingedients that together became a wild unstable compound which was threatening to explode at any moment. Her body was moving in wild abandoned wantonness. She was coming closer, closer, closer. She was moaningmouthing incoherencies-and her eyes were rolling around in her head. Then Lionel's arms locked her in position, her huge, cuvaceous breasts pressed tight down into his chest. She was incapable of movement, her naked cock-split ass-cheeks waving high in the air behind her!
She stared down at him, wondering if he was cumming, or if he had suddenly gone mad. Instead he was smiling mysteriously. Impatiently, she wiggled her ass a couple of times in an effort to get loose from his arms. He shook his head. "Relax, my dear. Now we'll really put your talents to use."
Adrian felt obscene with her buttocks waving nakedly in the air behind her that way, but she did as instructed, feeling her inner muscles milking and massaging the heavily throbbing thickness buried up inside her.
Suddenly, she felt his teasing finger teasing around the thin, cock-stretched lips of her vagina to moisten it, then sliding slowly upward to burrow hotly up into the small, brownly flexing lips of her asshole!
"Oh, no, please!" Adrian panted. She screamed again, this time in pain as the finger moved all the way in to its knuckle. She groaned as he began fucking it teasingly back and forth. She attempted to get away from it by pressing her naked buttocks down but this only skewered her cunt more deeply on his cock.
She could feel the prick flexing inside her. She tensed her buttocks tight in an effort to escape the finger; the action did nothing to halt the intrusion.
Lionel was kneading the left cheek of her ass with his hand then a second finger joined the first. "Please, no . . . " but it quikly changed to a "Gaaaggghhh," of delight.
The pain in her rectum and vagina was momentarily intense and she splayed her legs to avoid the pressure, but this only brought the third finger into play-all of them now making ever widening circles as her asshole was expanded even wider open than it had been the last several nights.
In one flip, Adrian was kneeling on the bed on her hands and knees and seconds later the older man was peeling open her soft, yielding buttocks and then leaned forward to drop a large drop of saliva which drooled down the smooth white crevice of her anus. To trap her further, he clamped his hands on her hips and pressed forward with his cock. Adrian fought it once again, but his wirey arms held her fast. The head of Iionel's prick slipped easily into the already three-finger stretched anal opening and he kept right on fucking forward with one long ass-flattening stroke until his balls slapped hard up against her cunt lips below. "Gaaagh," she screamed even as she felt the tinges of lewd pleasure. "You're killing me!"
"Dear Adrian," Lionel said patiently, "You're being a child about this. You've been screaming to be asshole fucked for the last two nights."
Tears streamed down her face. There was no escape . . . she couldn't stop it . . . her mind had no recourse but to accept the lewd dictates of her traitorously accepting body.
She could soothe the savage beast in it only by satisfying it so completley that it would make him shoot his lewd male sperm up inside of her helplessly filled rectum, otherwise her betraying body and cunt would make him go on fucking in and out of her like a wild beast all night long and the torment to her mind would never end.
The old man groaned as he felt the young girl's inner anal muscles suddenly contract around his deeply sunk cock with all the power left in her nakedly kneeling body. The pressure was overpowering and the inner folds of her anus clutched tightly at his long stabbing instrument like velvetgloved fingers, trying to milk back at his penis and squeeze it completely dry. She began to slowly, sensously, grind her hips back against his thickly impaling cock rotating her ass up against his pelvis as sensuously as she could. Surpisingly, the pain was somewhat diminished now and she found she could move more freely without unbearable pressure.
Lionel looked down at her amazed as her hotly writhing young ass-cheeks brought him dangerously close to cumming: studying the pink, hairless little lips of her asshole clinging to his plunging cock on the backstroke and then disappearing back up inside again on the upstroke. She bore down on him as hard as she could, clamping her now slightly perspiring buttocks tightly together and tensing every muscle in her curvaceously naked body.
Lionel accepted this unspoken challenge and fucked into her tightly squeezing rectum even harder but he could find no way to keep the terrible pressure from building up in his testicles.
And once again she lost control of her mind! She could feel her orgasm coming back again . . . it seemed to hover like a bird of prey looking for a place to land.
Then with suddenness that frightened her, she was there! It was she who began frantically bucking with harder and deeper thrusts. She reared her ass in the air to get full benefit and jerked heavily backwards skewering herself harder on Lionel's deeply driving cock. "Fuck my ass," she screamed, "fuck harder . . . Oh God . . . fuck it harder!" And then it came in one steady stream from her hotly pulsating cunt.
"Aaaaggghhh," she felt the throbbing cock burst like the floodgates of a dam and he emptied his sperm-filled balls deep up in the dark unnatural receptacle of her bowels.
When it was over and the tears had stopped flowing, she lay nude for a long time just staring at the ceiling. Her rectum hurt slightly and was flooded with his wetness but the greater pain was in her heart. She had been stripped of everything-pride, dignity, faithfulness.
And realizing they-Lionel and Darren-had used her body in those lurid dreams which now came true, she realized she had used them too. They had made her reach climax after climax in ways that her new husband had never done or even could do if she hadn't been taught the things she had in the last few days. Most of all, she had enjoyed it . . . not the hynotism or the debasement . . . but the lewd sexual acts themselves. God, they had to salvage something out of all this . . . just had to . . . she was much to accustomed to the pure, wild, sensual joy of it now to ever stop . . .
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Horns honked, angry taxi drivers thrust their heads out of open car windows, screaming obscenities at the crazed man madly rushing through the heavy traffic, darting between cars that excelerated to be the last through the green light. "You son of a bitch!" Dan paid no heed. His only concern was his wife, Adrian, home alone in the motel room with a lust-heated cowboy and an idiot stage magician and hypnotist watching her every move.
Yes, now it was beginning to make sense: Adrian's dreams with bright light, movies, Vera naked in his motel room, experiments with hypnosis. Yes, even his own dreams!
His throat raspy and parched, his heart pounding like the thud of a heavy hammer, Dan panted as he reached the motel. No evidence of life anywhere, except for a small light which, if his guess was correct, was Room 8. "Whew . . . " he breathed a sigh of relief, at least she was home. Pausing for a moment to regain his strength and composure, he burst into the motel like an insane wild animal and with equal drama threw open the door to Room 8.
There, lying in a rumpled bed with sheets torn and clothing falling off the edges, was Adrian. Sound asleep.
"Adrian, honey?" Maybe Vera is right, thought Dan in fear, maybe she is having an affair with Darren. The smell of perspiration and musk was heavy in the air. like aphrodisiac incense.
"Huh?" she stirred and opened one sleep swollen eye.
"Oh, baby! What have they done to you?" Dan was nearly in tears. Adrian raised her limp body on one elbow, and suddenly noticing her nakedness began reaching for the torn sheet to cover her unfaithful body: but it would only have been another lie, so she let it fall. Her brain hurt every corner of it fogged with confusion. In a bizarre mixture of sensations, one part of her relentlessly screamed: this is my husband by my side and I have just let another man fuck me half-senseless and loved every minute of it. I am an adultress. But her consciousness could not deny the masochistic pleasure still coursing through her loins.
"Darling, I I have to . . . " She couldn't continue.
Then his eyes fell on the television set and the pictures still flickering obscenely on the white screen. His eyes mechanically followed the sequence of his wife with the older Las Vegas magician fucking her wildly up in her cock-filled rectum. "No . . . " This couldn't be his wife, his Adrian, so frail and afraid of the pain of intercourse! "But . . . but you're smiling. You enjoyed it. You really enjoyed it!" Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he stared at the screen for a long moment as it flicked to another sequence. Adrian sucking Darren's cock like she hadn't eaten for a week! So it was true after all.
Anger rising in wave after wave of jealous passion, he forcefully grabbed Adrian by the arm. "I demand an explanation!" His face was livid with rage like a ripe tomato. "How many guys have been fucking you! Vera told me all about you and Darren."
"Me and . . . Darren?" Adrian defended herself. Suddenly the anger and humiliation of having been played with, toyed with like someone's puppet, sent her adrenalin surging through her slender frame. "Dan . . . " she weeped. "The dreams . . . they were all real! They used me," she sobbed, "as a porno film star. That's, that's what Darren is, he's a film star. These people are mad. All of them!"
Dan cradled his tear stained wife in his arms, but this still did not explain her condition. It was obvious from her wetly glistening buttocks that she had been fucked in the ass by someone, just moments ago.
Then the reality of the situation struck him, like a kick in the groin. "My God!" he gasped. The dreams of Adrian, no Vera! It was Vera. It was true; he had made love to Vera more than once. Had she put him under a spell . . . shot him up with drugs? And, as if all strength failed him, he fell limply on the bed. If they had these films of Adrian, they must have films of him too. No, Adrian would never believe he'd been raped by a woman. No way! And after making fun of hypnotists and calling them tricksters . . . "Ohhhhh . . . "
His ego deflating like a pricked balloon, Dan suddenly felt impotent and weak. Pictures do not lie, and if Adrian saw them their marriage would end right there on the spot. "That bitch," he muttered. He had to do something, anything to save his marriage especially now that the worst was over with. No more nights of frustration, if Adrian was capable of enjoying the lust-contorted positions and acts staring him in the face, think when she was unconscious, of what she could do consciously!
"You stay here." He patted his weary wife on the arm. "Get everything together. We're leaving tonight. There are some things I have to take care of first." And with no warning, was out the door.
"Have to get the negative reels," murmured Dan. This time he wasn't sneaking anywhere; he boldly walked down the hall. Clearly a man of purpose. Those rooms of the stage magician, he thought. The only logical place.
Clomping down the hall with his arms swaying rhythmically at his sides, he walked down the familiar hallway leading to the experimental room. He tried the door: locked. Then reaching in his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and removed one of his numerous credit cards, and recalling a scene from a detective show, slipped the plastic card beneath the lock. With one slick movement, the latch clicked.
The door creaked open and he stepped inside and lit a match. Feeling his way along the wall, he finally reached the light switch and flipped it on. Looks like a dark room, he thought as he scanned the room. A box of photographic paper lay open on the counter and yellow film cans were scattered over the floor along with several reels marked, "negatives". He picked one up at random and looked at the small frames against the light, sure enough there lay Adrian sucking Lionel's cock. Dan put it in his side coat pocket in anger.
The soundproof booth. What an excellent place to hide films! And discovered, with a stroke of luck, the door slightly ajar to the booth, he stepped inside and turned on the light. There on a shelf were boxes marked, "Adrian", ten of them. God, they must have fucked her in every imaginable position. But nowhere could he find evidence of his evening with Vera. "Too bad!" snarled Dan, and he snatched them off their hangers and threw them into an empty box he grabbed from under the ledge.
The films now safely recovered, he carefully turned out the lights and locked the door.
Adrian was ready: suitcases packed, tears dried, and the video cassette that had been in the television set in her bag. "What do we do now?" asked the weary Adrian, her hair still dishevled and her make-up smeared.
"We wait."
"For what?" She set down the suitcase. "Dan, let's not cause any trouble." She looked worried .
"I'm calling the police," his strong arm reached for the telephone. "This kind of trickery-can't be allowed."
Visions of her angry mother loomed over her like the face of doom. "Dan, think of your job. If we call the police this will be in every newspaper west of the Mississippi. You'll lose your job!"
After brief consideration, he replaced the receiver on the cradle and announced, "Maybe you're right. But we have to do something."
Logical as usual, Adrian suggested that since they had the negatives of her, and also of many others, they had nothing to fear. Reprisals would only cause more trouble.
What the hell, thought Dan, if Vera keeps her mouth shut, nothing lost. And with wicked ideas befitting a man who consciously cheats on his wife, his mind wandered through a series of sexual perversions like a movie flicking before his eyes, only this time Vera was Adrian his new goddess of the cunt.
"Okay, we wait anyway. We'll hide these negatives in the trunk of the car and then tell them we know about the whole business. If they promise not to do it again, we won't tell the police."
They carried their suitcases to the lounge and made themselves as comfortable as possible on the sofa near the glass front door where it all started. They waited, and they waited. Suitcases at their feet, they sat stiffly, barely communicating like two nervous young marrieds on their wedding night. Secretively, Adrian's mind was focused on Lionel's cock ramming her with each evil thrust, viciously storming into her anus 'til the cum flowed like a stream from her cunt and down her legs to the rumpled sheets where it collected like a pearl glistening pool of lust. And Dan sat motionless, his jacket over his lap hiding the uncontrollable growth in his khaki pants that leapt with joy as Vera's screams of lustful contempt sent wave after wave of gorging blood to it rubbery head. 'Fuck me, fuck me . . . harder . . . you son of a bitch . . . I said harderrrrr'.
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EPILOGUE
One year later, the following letter was received at the Newlyweds Motel:
Dear Darren, Lionel and Vera, Adrian and I will be in Las Vegas the week of the 10th. We have not forgotten your faithful promise to stop preying on young unsuspecting couples, and we plan to check up on you to make sure you've kept your end of the bargain.
Sincerely, Dan and Adrian
P.S. Since the 10th is our first anniversary, Would you please reserve Room 8 for one week.
