For years, the young wife had not enjoyed fucking her husband.
For years, she had been tortured by the guilt from her secret past.
But now, as Lynn sat naked on the bed and looked at her naked husband, she felt differently. At least, she thought that she felt differently. She had been coached by a woman, a sexy and beautiful woman who had made love to her, and that woman had told her husband what Lynn needed to really enjoy sex.
The husband moved close to the wife's bed and spoke to her firmly.
"Donna tells me that you have been a bad girl," he said.
"Yes," the wife admitted. "I have been a very bad girl."
"And you know what bad girls get, don't you?"
She looked up at him and she felt that combination of fear and lust that always drove her wild with sexual pleasure. All of the problems of the past swept away from her and she looked at her husband and asked the question.
"A spanking?"
"Yes," he said, "bad girls get a spanking. I am going to spank your naked and sexy ass, Lynn."
"And then what you are going to do?"
"When your ass is hot, when you have been punished for being such a bad girl, I am going to fuck the shit out of your cunt."
And Lynn moaned. That was exactly what she wanted. She knew that, with the spanking, she would be frigid no longer.
CHAPTER ONE
David Young rushed home through the winter snows in New York City, but, even as he ran across the street to his townhouse, he did not know why he was in such a hurry.
It was nine o'clock at night, and David, a business executive, had been working late.
Now he was horny, but he knew that his wife, Lynn, would not want to do that. She had not had sex with him for nearly a year, not real sex, not loving sex.
She was colder than the New York City winter, David thought, as he stood in front of his home and gasped for air.
The cold air that he took in chilled his lungs, and he coughed, but he could not get his mind off Lynn.
He thought for a moment that he should turn around and go back to the office and work some more.
But he could not do that, he decided. He loved Lynn. He was twenty-eight and Lynn was twenty-seven, and they had been married for five years. They got along well as long as sex was not mentioned in the house. Lynn had an aversion to sex, to fucking her husband, and David could not understand that. He was an attractive young man. Many women in his office had looked at him with that fiery, womanly lust in their eyes.
But Lynn did not want him to touch her. She did not seem to want to have anything to do with him at all when it came to sex.
She had never seemed to enjoy it that much, but, for the first few years of their marriage, she had let her husband have his way with her so that she could feel that she was doing her duty as a wife.
David hated that, hated Lynn's thinking of making love as a duty.
But he had preferred that to Lynn's new thoughts, Lynn's refusal to do anything but play with herself while he looked on. She said that it was all that she felt like doing.
David really hated that.
What could be the matter with her? That question kept popping into David's head.
He had suggested that the two of them see a psychiatrist or a marriage counselor but that had only driven Lynn to tears. She claimed that she did not know what her problem was. She begged her husband to be kind and gentle and patient with her, but she refused to see a professional who might be able to offer some help.
After months of trying to convince her to join him in seeking help, David had finally given up.
Recently, he had begun to think of doing something that he had never thought that he would do.
He had started to think of cheating on Lynn, of going to bed with other women. He would have a right to do that, he thought, since his wife made no effort to please him at all. He would have a right to go over and talk to Paula right then and seduce her or let her seduce him, which was more likely, he thought with a smile.
Paula was a young woman who worked in his office, a short girl with big tits who seemed always ready to take on any man.
She had walked up to David just a few days before and had smiled at him and had said, "Any time you want it, David, it is yours."
The man did not have to be told what "it" was. He had just smiled at Paula and thanked her.
All of his life, David had been a one-woman man, but now that Lynn was not giving him anything, he thought more and more of Paula and women like Paula. He might even tell his wife that he had been propositioned like that, he thought. Perhaps that would break the ice with his frigid wife.
Then a gust of wind blew down the street and David shivered there in the snow and cold.
He reached in his pocket and found his keys and let himself into his townhouse. He closed and locked the door behind him and he called out to his wife.
"Lynn! Lynn, honey, I am home!"
He thought that he sounded like a character in one of those old television shows, one of those programs in which the father came home and shouted that he was home and then he was surrounded by a loving wife and loving children. David stood alone in the hallway. He and Lynn had no children and his wife did not come to greet him with a kiss like those wives in television programs.
He put his briefcase down and took off his overcoat and called out again.
"Lynn! Lynn! Are you home?"
And then he started to move through the townhouse, looking for his wife.
David Young started to worry about her. She was always home when he got there, and she was usually in the den, sipping on a drink and reading the afternoon paper. But, when he got to the den, he saw the paper lying on the couch and the half-empty glass of scotch on the coffee table.
Lynn was not there at all, and he wondered where she could be.
He climbed the stairs toward the bedroom and walked softly through the hallway. He had visions of brutality there in his home, and he was afraid that he would find his beautiful, dark-haired wife lying bloody in some room, the victim of a robber or a rapist.
Why did he have to work late all the time? the man thought, his mind flooding with guilt as he thought of all the bad things that could happen to his wife while she was alone in that house.
The bedroom door was opened just a crack, and David peeked into that crack, afraid of what he would find in that bedroom. Blood and carnage and death? His wife's lifeless body on the floor?
New York City was dangerous, he thought, filled with drug-crazed thugs who broke into houses and killed and raped and stole.
He had often wanted to move to Long Island with Lynn, but she had said that she liked the city, liked the excitement of the big and crowded place. She was from a small town in Kansas, and New York City was still exciting to her. David was a native New Yorker, and he knew that that excitement was tension, the tension and the danger that filled the dirty air of that overcrowded and dark hell-hole of a city.
David peered into the room and gasped when he saw his wife lying there on the bed.
And then he heard the humming, the low and soft sound of danger, he thought.
It took him a few minutes to figure out what was happening, but, when he did figure it out, he knew that his wife was in no danger at all. And the feeling of hatred for that woman rose in his throat as he slowly opened the bedroom door and studied her.
She did not notice him standing there. She was too captivated by her humming vibrator.
Lynn was a sexy woman with nice, firm tits and a white body. She had one of the sweetest mouths that David had ever seen. He remembered that, the first time he had seen her back in college, he had been attracted by that mouth, those firm, cool, red lips that seemed to shine.
Now those lips were opened and she was sighing. Her sighs mixed with the hum of the vibrator.
She had the little thing between her legs and she had her legs raised slightly as she tossed and turned on the bed. She gasped in little, short sounds and her tits rose and fell with each gasping breath.
She was really enjoying herself, her husband thought, in a way that she had never enjoyed herself when she had made love with him.
He hated that. He hated the way that her eyes were closed as if she just wanted to concentrate on the feeling and the humming that was going against her clit. He hated the way that she blocked him out of her fantasy.
David was also certain that she was not thinking of him at that moment.
She was probably thinking of some other man, some other delicious thing that happened to her only in her mind.
The reality was never enough to thrill Lynn like this, her husband knew.
She moaned and lifted her firm, white legs high in the air and then he saw clearly the way that that vibrator, that cock-like piece of plastic, was working against her clit.
And the humming seemed to grow louder in his head until it was almost a roar. He wanted to put his hands over his ears so he would not have to listen to that humming, but he knew that he did have to listen.
It was part of his trial as a husband, he thought.
Lynn started to jerk on the bed and the gasps came more quickly to her and David, her lonely husband, knew that his wife was about to have an orgasm. David felt the bitterness rise like vomit in his throat as he watched that and knew that.
Lynn had never reacted to him this way, never in all of their years of marriage.
She had never had an orgasm when he was fucking her.
David leaned against the wall and shivered and felt as if he were going to pass out.
He loved his wife but he felt that she had let him down in some way. He felt that she was giving more to that vibrator, the little machine, than she had ever given to him
Yet, David knew that, if he could only get inside her head for a few minutes, he would be able to figure out why she did the things that she did, what could thrill her enough to give her an orgasm like the one that she was about to experience now.
But Lynn would not let him inside her head.
She kept her inner thoughts secret from her husband and that almost drove David insane with a feeling of hopelessness.
Suddenly, he did not want to see his wife come. He did not want to face that disgrace.
David turned and left the room quickly. He dashed down the hallway and almost tumbled down the stairs as he headed for the front door.
He could not stand it. He could not stand the repulsion that he felt, the feeling that his wife and that humming vibrator had stolen from him the last bits of his manhood.
He had to go out into the winter night and regain that manhood in some way.
As he put on his overcoat, he thought of Paula, the woman who had told him that it was his any time he wanted it, the woman who had offered him something that his wife was giving to that little, humming machine.
He walked out the door and ran in the cold night, ran for the corner and hailed a taxi. He gave the driver Paula's address and he told the driver to step on it.
He did not explain to the driver that his manhood was at stake.
David just settled back in the cab and closed his eyes and hoped that Paula was home, that she was not busy giving it to some other man who wanted it at that time.
In the bedroom, Lynn felt the warm, quivering motion of her clit and listened to the vibrator that she held against her body and she sighed and let the memories roll over her.
If only, she thought, if only she could tell her husband about those memories.
But she could not. She did not think that David would ever understand those memories. David had never met her father, the farmer from back in Kansas.
Lynn's father, Waldo Benson from Wichita, Kansas, was a big man, over six and a half feet tall.
He was strong too, and Lynn remembered now how she used to ride on her daddy's shoulders as he ran across the fields with her when she was just a little girl.
There had been nothing stronger or sweeter to her than the feel of that Kansas prairie wind in her face and the aroma of her father's manly sweat mixed with the aroma of the good farm land that surrounded them.
She had always thought of her father as a part of that land, that rich, prairie land in the middle of America's food basket.
And, now as she felt herself come, she had the fantasy, the fantasy that grew out of her childhood memories.
.j In her fantasy, she was not a little girl riding on her father's shoulders. She was a young woman and she was naked with her legs over her father's strong shoulders and her pussy rubbing against the back of his neck.
And Waldo was holding her legs with his strong, big hands so that she would not fall as he ran with her across the Kansas prairie.
He ran with her and her tits moved against the top of his head. Waldo liked that. In her fantasy, Lynn leaned over her father's head and let her tits, her womanly tits move against the dark hair that Waldo always kept cut very short. That dark hair tickled her breasts and made her giggle like a child.
And her pussy quivered against his neck and she cried out to her father as she had done when she was really just a little girl in Kansas.
"Faster, Daddy! Faster! Faster! Faster! Faster!"
And Waldo ran with his daughter and made her the promise that he had given her so many times when she was just a little girl, the promise that Lynn had always hoped that he would keep.
"I am going to run to the end of the earth with you, Lynn baby," he growled as he moved across that prairie farmland. "I am going to run to the end of the earth and then you and I will never have to come back here."
"To China, Daddy?" she yelped, riding him high in the wind. "To China?"
"Yeah," he said. "We will go to China and live with the heathen Chinese and they will think that I am a god and that you are a goddess and we will never have to work any more in our lives."
It was a promise that he had never kept. She had never been a goddess to the heathen Chinese, and he had worked all of his life right there in Kansas, tilling the soil and growing things to feel the world.
But then the fantasy changed, grew brutal, as it always did just before Lynn came.
She closed her eyes tightly and listened to the humming of that vibrator on her clit and felt the humming go through her like a rumble of thunder. And she thought of what her father could have done to her there in those fields.
Waldo suddenly stopped running in his daughter's fantasy. He released his hold on Lynn's legs and he pushed her off his neck.
"Get off!" he cried in anger, as if he were swatting a fly. "Get off, you little whore! Get off my neck!"
And Lynn fell naked onto that good farmland of Kansas and lay there and looked up at her daddy, confused at this change, even though the change always came in her fantasy, even though the change was the thing that excited her in that ultimate way.
She looked up and she saw that her father was naked-naked and looking down on her and gasping for breath like a worn-out animal.
But his prick was hard, so hard, she thought, hard and long and dangerous.
And that was all that it took in her fantasy, the combination of memory and things that had never happened at all. She cried out and she pressed the humming vibrator next to her clit and she came.
She came like blazes, came and came and came.
When the orgasm was over, Lynn pulled the vibrator away from her clit and sighed.
She turned it off and put it on the bed next to her, and she wondered where her husband was.
Probably working very late, she thought, maybe fucking some office girl, some little cunt who wanted an up-and-coming business executive.
And Lynn felt sorry because she knew that she could not blame David if he did play around on her.
She had tried to be his sexual partner, tried to make him her lover as well as her husband.
But it had not worked for her, and she had not been able to fake it.
She loved her husband a great deal,but she was not afraid of him.
And Lynn knew that she needed to be afraid of a man in order to really enjoy fucking him.
She was not sure why that was, but she felt that it probably had something to do with her father and what he had done to her.
And she could not tell David what her father had done to her, she thought. She could never tell her husband that.
She had told David that her parents were dead, had been dead for a long time. She had told her husband that she had been raised by a grandmother in Wichita, Kansas. She had lied about her family and her background so many times that she knew that it was impossible to tell the truth now.
And she could never reveal the truth anyway, she remembered.
The truth was too hideous, too violent to reveal, even to her loving husband.
Lynn lay there and put her fingers to her lips and wondered if she were losing David., If he found some other woman, some woman who was ready to fuck him and enjoy it, he just might leave his wife for that woman, and Lynn knew that the ultimate tragedy was that she could not really blame David for leaving her for such a Woman.
The woman knew that there was so much that she could not offer her husband. She wished now that she had never married him Lynn would have been better as an old maid, living in some apartment in New York City, not going out at all.
But she had married David, she thought, and she had made his life a real and living hell with her coldness.
If she could only tell him what she needed-
But she couldn't. She knew that she could never tell him that.
She just hoped that David understood that she was in hell too, that she was feeling the same kind of anxiety and self-disgust that she made him feel.
If he came home tonight, she thought, she would let him watch as she played" with herself.
That would be her gift to him, but she knew that it was a gift that David accepted with mixed feelings. She knew that he hated the gift as much as he wanted it because it reminded him of all the things that his wife had not given him.
It had not always been that way with her, she remembered, but something had happened that had brought the past back to her with such force that she had been unable to stand having sex with any man.
At least, she thought, any man that she was not afraid of.
And she could never be really afraid of David, her loving husband.
He was too kind and gentle and loving and he treated her so well.
That, Lynn knew, was part of the problem. David treated her too well.
If she could only tell him that she needed another kind of treatment-
But she could not do that. She sighed. She knew that telling her husband about the kind of treatment that she desired from a man would just bring up all of those lies about her past.
And she could not stand to speak the truth about her past to any person, not even David.
Lynn Young felt the sadness come over her as she lay there on her bed.
If she could only tell David the truth, she thought-
If she could only tell any person the truth about her past-
If she could only understand the truth herself, understand what had happened to do this to her-
But she could not understand anything. She could only lie there in her cold sadness and wonder what the truth really was.
David had told her that she should see a psychiatrist, but she knew that even that would not help. She knew that she would never be able to reveal anything to a doctor.
She looked at the vibrator and wished that she could be alone with that thing for the rest of her life, that she would never have to see David again, never have to see any person again.
And then she thought that she might get her wish.
It was late and David had not come home from work yet.
Lynn closed her eyes and imagined her handsome, young husband riding some girl from the office, sweating and churning deep into that faceless girl and enjoying himself for the first time in years, feeling good about his own masculinity for the first time in years.
The wife knew that she could not blame him if he did that.
And she knew that it would probably be for the best-if David left her for another woman, a woman who could thrill him and answer his needs.
That was the kind of woman that her husband deserved, the wife thought.
She was too cold, too confused, too frightened of the truth to give him pleasure.
Lynn was surprised when she actually found herself hoping that her husband would find another woman, hoping that he would find the pleasure that he desired and deserved.
Then he could leave her and she could be alone there in the big city.
She would never go out and she would never answer the phone. She would stay in some apartment and use her vibrator and hide-hide from the truth, from her history, from the strange thoughts that filled her head.
She shivered as she thought about that possibility, for she knew that it would be the best thing for her and for David too. It would be the kind of thing that would make sense. Lynn knew that the marriage did not make sense any more.
And she knew that it would be better if David did find another woman, a woman who would not let him down as his wife had let him down.
She sighed and closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She touched the vibrator with her fingers and she moaned.
Then she remembered that David was not supposed to know about that vibrator.
Lynn got up and washed the thing off carefully and dried it. Then she put the vibrator in its box and hid it in the back of her closet.
She looked back at the bed and felt the sadness in her system again.
It was too bad, she thought, too bad that she had not been able to please David, too bad that she had had to keep so many secrets from him.
She loved him, but-
Lynn shivered and moved toward the bed and crawled under the covers. She felt warmer then. She loved her husband, she thought, but she had a past to contend with, a past that she did not understand at all.
The frigid, confused wife closed her eyes and slept. She dreamed of nothing. She had no dreams any longer. She had nothing in her head but sadness and coldness and what was left of her sad love for her handsome husband.
And dreams were not made of such things, such coldness, such sadness.
As she fell asleep, she put her thumb in her mouth and turned on her side.
She slept like a baby there in that bed, her father's baby, and she wanted to go to the end of the earth and be all alone there. She wanted out of everything.
And sleep was one way that she got out of it.
CHAPTER TWO
When the cab pulled up in front of the apartment complex in Greenwich Village, David paid the driver. Then he got out and stood in front of that tall, white building and wondered if he was making the right decision.
It was almost ten o'clock at night, he thought. Paula might not even be home.
Worse, he thought, she might have some man up there with her right now.
He should have called her to find out if she were free, he thought. It would be so embarrassing to present himself to her that night only find out that she had already found a lover that suited her for the night. And David knew that, if it did not happen that night between him and Paula, it would never happen at all.
His courage would have been drained away and he would go back to being the kind and good and faithful husband to a frigid wife.
David shivered in the cold, night air and looked around him. Down the street, he saw a man staggering toward him. The man wore a ragged overcoat, and David was suddenly very interested in that man, very interested in how a ragged man like that made it the winter in New York City.
As the man came closer, he saw David standing there, and he reached out to the business executive.
"Hey," he said, "I saved your life back there. Didn't you see that? I saved your life."
"What?"
"That guy pulled a knife on you and I said, 'Hey, leave that man alone.' I saved your life. Want to buy me a sandwich, Buddy?"
"I did not see any man with a knife," David countered.
He decided then to walk into the apartment complex, to take his chances with Paula.
But, as he tried to push by the ragged man, the man grabbed his arm.
"Fucker," he snarled, "I saved your fucking life."
"Leave me alone."
"I saved your fucking life and you are going to give me a sandwich. I know you got a sandwich in there somewhere. I can smell it "
The guy was obviously crazy, David thought.
"Get away from me, man," he said, pushing the ragged man away, suddenly afraid that the crazy guy would pull a knife on him or something. "I don't have any fucking sandwich on me."
"You do have a sandwich on you," the man snarled. "I can smell the corned beef, fucker."
Then David pushed him even harder and the ragged man stumbled back and fell in the snow. He lay there for a long time and growled up at David.
"Fucking sandwich thief. You stole my fucking sandwich."
David turned and walked quickly into the apartment complex, thinking that he felt more manly now. The ragged man had been frail and drunk, but, at least, David thought, he had put up a fight. David felt that he had proven his manhood in some strange way with that ragged man, had proven to the winter night that he had a right to get fucked that night.
If Paula refused him, he thought, he would tell her about the ragged man and he would tell her that that fight with that man had proven that David was worthy, manly, completely at ease with danger.
But the business executive knew that he was not really at ease at all. There had been fear in his system for a few seconds there. Somehow, that fear made him feel even better.
He had conquered his own fear and that made him feel proud of his manhood, made him think that he was a hero.
The guard in the lobby of the complex had been watching David and the ragged man.
When David walked into the lobby, the guard asked him, "Did that guy hurt you, Mister?"
"No," David said proudly. "I had no trouble handling him."
"I wish they would lock those people up and keep them locked up," the guard said. "They bother a lot of people. I saw one of them yesterday, running down the street and screaming and hitting himself in the head with his fists. And then I saw another one in front of a bank a couple of weeks ago. This guy was wearing a suit and he was shouting that he had created the world and he would destroy it. Strange. I mean it was strange that a guy in a suit would be that crazy. Why he looked as normal as you do, sir, until he started yelling about destroying the world. I guess he thought that he was God or something."
"Yeah," David said.
He was not terribly anxious to hear more about the guard's experiences with New York City crazies.
"I would like to see Miss Paula Mitchell," David said. "Could you tell me if she is in?"
"I'll call up," the guard said.
As the guard moved toward the telephone that could be connected to any of the apartments, he looked at David, and the young business executive remembered what the guard had said about that man who had yelled about creating and destroying the world. He figured that the guard was wondering if David was that crazy. Perhaps he thought that this guy thought that he could destroy the world too.
David did not speak to the guard at all. He just watched at the guard dialed the number of Paula's apartment.
In a few seconds, the guard was talking to someone. He turned back and asked David the question.
"What is your name, sir?"
"David Young."
"David Young, Miss Mitchell," the guard said into the phone. Then he paused for a moment and added. "All right. I will tell him."
David was suddenly panicked. Paula had some man up there with her, he thought, and she was telling the guard to tell David that she could not see him that night.
He had come all the way downtown for nothing, he thought, and he knew that he would never be able to look Paula in the eye again. They would both knew that he had come there to fuck her. That would be obvious, very obvious to both of them. And David knew too that he would never be able to come down here again on another night to fuck her because she had refused him on this night and he would never be able to get his courage up again.
Then the guard turned around and smiled at David.
"She is not dressed right now," he said. "She asked if you would wait about five minutes before coming up."
"All right," David said softly, feeling relieved. "I know that it is late. I guess I should have called her beforehand but I just thought about coming down here and surprising her."
"I understand," the guard said, grinning as if he understood more than even David understood himself.
The guard and David looked out the big window in the front of the lobby and saw the ragged man struggle to his feet. The man staggered on, muttering to himself.
David suddenly felt very guilty. Perhaps, he thought, he should have bought the poor man a sandwich The man did look hungry. But he had not done that. He had knocked the guy down instead, knocked him down in the snow and then turned and left him to lie there in the cold.
"Crazies," the guard muttered. "I saw another one over on the West Side last summer. He was kneeling on the street screaming out something about God forgiving him. People were staring at him as they walked by. This guy had a beard and looked like an Old Testament prophet. I guess all old crazies look like Old Testament prophets, though."
"Yeah," David said, "I guess they do."
"I know a lot of tourists are afraid of them. I remember seeing one woman outside the Port Authority bus terminal. She was sitting on a little box and she was screaming at a dog that was not there. You know. She imagined the dog, I guess. She kept telling that dog to eat its food and not to shit on the floor. There are a lot of tourists that come in by bus. You would think that they would try to keep the crazies away from there. But the police don't seem to care at all."
"Guess there is nothing that they can do," David muttered, looking at his watch and waiting for the five minutes to pass.
Suddenly, David thought that it had all been a lie, that Paula was using this extra five minutes to get some other guy out of her apartment.
David would not have been surprised at all to have seen some guy coming out of the elevator zipping up his fly. If he saw that guy, he would know that that guy had been in Paula's apartment with her, fucking her. He would know that he had interrupted something very special to Paula Mitchell.
And he would feel guilty about that too, so guilty that he would have trouble going up and facing her.
But no guy came out of the elevator, and the guard continued to talk about the insane people on the streets of New York City.
"Some of those people might be dangerous," the guard said. "Somebody should do something about them. Kill them or something."
"What?" David asked, unsure that he heard the man correctly. "Did you say kill them?"
"Sure," the guard said calmly. "What good are they to anybody. They just scare people and make people want to vomit because they stink so bad. Kill them. Get rid of them for good. I bet nobody would lift a finger to protect them if you took a gun and went out on the street and started shooting all of them."
"But they are human beings," David said. "Even that guy out there was a human being."
"They are trash," the guard said, muttering under his breath.
Then the guard looked at David and grinned.
"Yeah," he said, "I imagine that you are one of those do-good liberals, one of those people who say that everybody has got rights."
"Yes, I am," David said, and he felt his face redden as if he had just admitted something perverted.
"You probably think that faggots and dykes and crazy people and dope addicts all have rights. But just listen here. I bet when you knocked that guy down out there you were not thinking of his rights at all."
"Yeah," David said. "I guess you are right."
"Damn right I am right. You were not thinking about his rights. You were just thinking about your own safety and you wanted him to stay away from you. My mother was mugged by two black kids with needle marks in their arms and I caught them and took them to the police and the judge let them go because he said that they had rights. Well, I fixed them and their rights. I got myself a gun and I went out and found them and I shot both of those addicts. Didn't kill them. But I crippled them. Four shots. One in each knee of each addict. They ain't going be mugging no old lady any more, Buddy. That is what I think of their fucking rights."
David was suddenly very frightened, frightened because he could tell that the guard was telling the truth and frightened because he knew that he might do the same thing."
In every liberal, he thought, there was a little man who wanted vengeance when he or a member of his family was hurt.
The guard grinned at him.
"I guess you can go on up now," he said, in a friendly tone. "Miss Mitchell lives in Apartment 8H."
"Thank you," David said, and he dashed toward the elevators.
He did not want to stay around that guard any longer than he had to. The guard confronted him with too many unanswered questions about his own existence. David imagined that, in a different time, he might have sat down with that guard and bought him a drink and toasted, the man's vengeance on those two kids who mugged his mother. David knew that his father would have done that. But David had gone to college and he tried to believe in rights. However, when he read about some vengeance from a man who had been fed up by all the crime and filth in the city, he knew that he silently applauded that man and wished that he could do something like that.
He got in the elevator and pushed the button with his trembling finger. As the doors closed, he forgot about the ragged man and the guard and the streak of vengeance in New York City life.
He had something else to worry about. He was going up to see Paula Mitchell and he was determined to be unfaithful to his wife for the first time.
When the elevator stopped at Paula's floor, there was a man standing there. David looked that man in the eye and the man looked away and moved past David onto the elevator. David stepped out and turned around as the elevator doors closed and thought that that man was certainly the one who had just been with Paula. He could see what he thought was a guilty expression on the man's face.
In David's mind, the whole thing became very clear. That man was married, just as David was married. But Paula had offered that man the chance to have some fun and he had taken her up on the chance.
David wondered if the man had had a chance to fuck Paula before he called up. For some reason, he hoped so. He thought that that man had a right to fuck Paula Mitchell without being interrupted by another married man, another troubled and guilty man.
David walked down to Paula's door, feeling guilty already for interrupting that man's pursuit of happiness.
And then he thought that that was silly. He was not even sure that that man had come from Paula's apartment. He knew that New Yorkers did not like to look anyone in the eye. Maybe it was just that, he thought. Maybe that was the reason why the man had turned away from him.
New Yorkers, it seemed, were chronically guilty of everything, he thought.
David knocked on the door and Paula opened it quickly. When he saw her, he was even more confused.
She had said that she needed time to dress, but she was not dressed. She wore a bathrobe over her body. David could tell immediately that she did not even have a bra on other that bathrobe.
"Hello, David," she said with a grin. "Come on in."
David walked in and suddenly blurted it out before he even realized that he was going to say it.
"Listen, Paula, if I interrupted anything that you had going with that man in the elevator, I am very sorry."
"What?"
"There was a man who got on the elevator as I got off and he seemed-oh, I don't know. Guilty."
The little woman with the big tits touched David's face lightly with her fingers.
"Believe me, David," she said with a grin. "I can make a man feel a lot of different things, but guilt is not one of them."
And then, without warning, she slapped him hard across the face.
"You fucking bastard," she said. "How dare you accuse me of something like that. You think that I am just a cheap whore who goes to bed with any man who wants me?"
"No, Paula," he muttered, shocked and surprised and knowing that that was just what he thought of her.
The big-titted, young woman was near tears. She turned her back and walked into the apartment.
"Do you want me to leave, Paula?" David asked. "If you want me to leave, I will leave."
"No, stay, you mother-fucker," the young woman sobbed.
David did not understand this at all. She was crying and she was obviously angry with him She had slapped him, but she wanted him to stay.
He moved into the apartment, but he kept his distance. He tried to prepare himself just in case Paula sprang on him and tried to scratch his eyes out.
Finally, the woman in the bathrobe turned to him and sobbed it out.
"You piece of shit, I don't know anything about any man in that elevator. There was no man up here. I don't have any men up here at all. You are the first man who has ever been in my apartment here. I have not had an affair with anybody for two" years, you worthless bastard."
"Gee, Paula," David said, thinking as he spoke that he sounded like a little boy, "I am sorry. I just assumed that you-"
"You just assumed that I was a tramp, huh?" she snarled through her tears.
And then. he sat down on the couch and sobbed some more as she spoke to him.
"Oh, I flirt around the office a lot and I know that everybody thinks that I am a whore or something. But I am not, David. I am not a whore. I have feelings and I don't go to bed with a man unless I really feel something for him."
David suddenly thought that he should leave. He had come there to fuck Paula, to work out some of his manly aggression on her after what he had seen his wife doing.
But she was not going to fuck him, because she did not fuck men that she did not feel anything for. And David assumed that she really felt nothing for him.
He assumed that that whole thing in the office had been a game, a joke to her.
She did not really mean that it was his any time that he wanted it, he thought.
"I think I should leave, Paula," the man said. "I think that it would be better for both of us if we just forgot about this visit."
"No," she sobbed. "Don't leave. I care for you, David."
And that really shocked him. He wondered what Paula meant by that.
David just stood there. He did not want to sit down next to her and he did not want to leave.
The business executive did not know what he wanted to do. He felt frozen there in the apartment, even though it was very warm in there.
"Paula," he murmured, "do you mean that you love me?"
And then he was sorry that he had asked that question, sorry that he would have to wait now for an answer. He dreaded the answer and he did not know why. He did not even know which answer he would dread the most.
He loved his wife, but Lynn was cold to him, so cold.
Perhaps, he thought, it would be easier if Paula really cared for him, really loved him. Then he could leave Lynn and find happiness with this woman.
But he did not love Paula, he remembered. He did not even like her particularly.
And the young woman with the big tits did not answer for the longest time. It seemed to David that she had to give this.a great deal of thought too. Perhaps, he thought, she was not sure herself if she loved him or not.
And then she spoke in hushed tones, not sobbing now, thinking as she told him what she hoped was the truth about her feelings.
"I don't know if I really love you, David," she said. "But I feel something for you. I feel close to you, even in the office with all of those other people around. Sometimes somebody says something stupid and you just look at me and we both know just how stupid that thing was, and it seems like we are the only two people in the whole world who really understand anything. That is when I feel close to you, David. That is when I feel really close."
David knew what she was talking about, could remember a couple to times when he had felt the same way. But he did not think that those times were applicable at the moment.
Right now, David did not feel like he understood anything at all. He felt like the most stupid man in the world.
He thought that he had planned it out so that it would be so easy. He had hoped that he would just come over to Paula's apartment and fuck her and then he would leave, satisfied by his own masculinity.
But that was not the way that it had worked out at all, and he did not know what he was going to do now.
"Paula," he said softly, "do you know that the night-guard down stairs once crippled two black kids who mugged his mother?"
"What?" she asked, looking up at him.
And David just stood there. He wondered why he had even mentioned that. He knew that it had seemed important at the time, that it had seemed to sum, up something about the world.
"Nothing," he said, "I am sorry, Paula. I did not mean to tell you something like that. It does not make any difference anyway."
"Would you have done that?" she asked. "Would you have crippled two black kids who mugged your mother."
"My mother lives in Florida now," he said.
"But would you have done that, David? Would you have crippled them like he did?"
David finally surrendered and answered the question.
"Yes," he said. "I think that I would have. If I had the courage and the ability to shoot a gun, I would have done that too."
"I would have blown their fucking heads off," Paula muttered. "If they had hurt my mother, I would have killed them for sure."
"I don't think I would have killed them," David explained. "I would have just crippled them, like he did."
"I guess that that is the difference between you and me, David. I would kill and you would only cripple them."
Paula looked up at him with her eyes hard and sneered at him.
"I think that you are the type who would enjoy crippling people, David. Down deep, you would enjoy it."
"No, Paula," he protested. "That is not true. I would not enjoy it. I don't think that guard downstairs enjoyed it either. He just thought that it was something that had to be done. That is the way that I would feel about it too, Paula. I swear I would not enjoy it."
"Yes, you would," she said. "Why else would you stay here now?"
"What?"
"Your very presence is crippling me, David."
"Oh."
"It is crippling me worse than anything else could. You might as well take a gun and shoot me, David. Kill me. At least have the mercy to kill me."
"Paula, I will leave," the man said.
But as he turned to go, she called out to him, called out with a voice that sounded frightened.
"No, David! Don't leave! Stay and fuck me! Please! Just once!"
The phrases came out in loud, sobbing gasps. David turned around and stared at her again and thought that nothing about this whole conversation, this whole meeting made any sense at all.
He should have never come over here, he thought. He would only cripple Paula and cripple himself in the process.
But he could not leave either, not while she was gasping out to him and begging him to stay and fuck her. He felt his cock getting hard in his trousers as Paula stood up and slowly loosened the cord that held her robe closed.
She opened that robe and she showed him her naked body under it.
And David gasped when he saw that body. It was so firm and so sexy.
He was still standing there in his overcoat, but he knew that he could not leave her now.
It did not make any sense, but he knew that he could not leave Paula, not now, not after she had shown him her body that way.
It was such a good and sexy and strangely pure body, he thought.
"David," she said, shrugging her shoulders and letting her robe fall into a heap around her feet, "I know that you will not ever love me the way that I love you, but it is all right. I need a little bit of closeness from you. That is why I said what I did. I could tell, David. I could tell that you were not happy with your wife."
"How could you tell?" David asked, feeling very stupid because he was standing there in his overcoat and Paula was standing naked in front of him. "How could you tell anything about my relationship with my wife, Paula? You have never even met my wife."
"I can tell the look," the naked, big-titted, young woman said. "I have seen that look in many men's eyes."
David said nothing. He wondered how many other people knew, how many others recognized that look in his eyes.
He was not happy with Lynn but he wondered "now if he would be any happier with Paula.
He did not know for certain about anything. He just stood there and shivered in his overcoat.
"Take off your clothes, David," Paula said, walking across the room. "Take off your clothes and fix yourself a drink if you like The bar is over there." She pointed toward it.
"Then what?" he asked. "Then what do I do after all of that?"
"Come into the bedroom here," she said softly, heading toward a door. "I will be waiting for you there in that bedroom, David."
Paula walked through the door and closed it behind her and left David alone there in the main room of the apartment.
David looked down at that bathrobe on the floor. It was as if she had left it there on purpose so that he would have to look at it and remember that she was waiting for him.
He pulled off his overcoat and threw it on a chair. Then he pulled off his jacket and loosened his tie. By the time that he had his tie off, he looked at the bar and decided that he did need a drink, a stiff one.
He had thought that it would be simple with Paula, but he had been wrong.
If anything, Paula was more complex than Lynn. His wife had her secrets and she was cold but David could now expect her to be cold all the time.
Paula seemed to go from cold to hot, from being angry to pleading with him to stay. That made no sense at all.
David thought of all the other business executives who played around on their wives.
They always made things seem so simple. You went out with a girl and brought her dinner and told her jokes and then you fucked her.
Sometimes you fucked the same girl over a period of months or years, but you always went home to your wife, where things were not so simple.
But the simplicity of the affair had escaped David. With Paula, it was not going to be simple at all and he knew it.
Yet, he also knew that he was not going to leave that apartment before he went into that bedroom and fucked her, nailed her to the bed with his cock.
She would expect that and he wanted to do that. He wanted to prove something to himself about his own masculinity and he wanted to see if the fucking would make the whole thing any more simple.
As he fixed his drink, he suspected that it would not.
He looked at that door, the door that led into the bedroom where Paula was waiting for him.
She had not called out to him, had not told him to rush, and he knew that she would not.
Paula was willing to lie in there naked all night long if she had to do that. She was willing to let David make up his own mind and work up his own courage because she wanted to fuck him that much.
When he thought of that, David did feel proud, proud that he had affected such a sexy female in that way.
Perhaps that said something about his masculinity, he thought.
But he knew that his masculine nature still waited for his stiffest test. He downed the drink in a couple of gulps and felt the warmth of the drink run through him and then he moved from behind the bar and started to take off his clothes.
Paula wanted him naked when he went into that bedroom.
And he thought that he owed it to Paula to follow her wishes in such a thing.
When he started to take off his clothes, when he started to get ready for the fucking, he felt better and he moved more quickly.
He wanted to get this test started as soon as possible. He was naked in just a few seconds.
His clothes lay in a heap on the couch. He glanced at them and knew that he would put those clothes back on later on that night and go back to Lynn a changed man.
But changed into what?
That was the question that haunted him as he walked slowly toward that bedroom door.
And then he opened the door and looked into the bedroom.
The bedroom was white, so white that David blinked a couple of times. Everything in the room seemed pure and white and spotless.
It took him some time to find Paula in all that whiteness and then he saw her, lying there in the middle of the bed.
She was looking up at the ceiling and she was lying , on her back with her arms spread wide and her legs opened.
Her big tits moved up and down rhythmically with her calm breathing.
She looked like a martyr lying there, David thought, and that thought chilled him.
He moved into the room and closed the door behind him and felt engulfed in whiteness, like the snow that was outside on that winter night. He felt cold too, very cold in that whiteness.
But he kept his eyes on Paula the martyr and he moved toward the white, big bed.
St. Paula, he started to think. She was offering herself up to some higher power at that moment.
She looked like a young woman who knew a lot about suffering and passion.
David sat down on the edge of the bed and touched her softly with his hand and asked her another question that did not make much sense but he had to ask it anyway.
"Are you Catholic, Paula?" he asked, stopping himself before he called her a saint.
"No," she said. "Episcopal. For all that matters now."
"What makes you say that?"
"I have been deserted by all the goodness in the world, David."
When she said that, it seemed so true to the naked man that he felt that his heart was going to break in two."
And David moved over Paula and pressed his face to her big tits and started to cry.
He felt sad for some reason that he could not define, sad because he was lost in the cold, white world and sad because Paula was lost in that same, cold, white world. He did not think that they would ever be able to find their ways home.
As he wept onto her big breasts, Paula ran her fingers through his dark hair and murmured to him.
"Don't cry, David," she said. "It is not your fault. Nothing is your fault. Nothing is anybody's fault really."
But David continued to cry. He could not stop himself.
And then the anger came back to Paula and she slapped his head with her hand, knocking his head off her tits.
She grabbed his head and turned it and looked down at him as he cried and she snarled at him.
"Listen, you bastard," she said. "You have nothing to cry about. You have a wife at home. She may not be much, but at least you won't be alone when you leave here. I will be alone, you fucking piece of shit."
"I know," the man sobbed.
"So the least you can do is fuck me once, you worthless son-of-a-bitch," she hissed.
"I know," he cried. "It is the least that I can do for you, Paula."
"I am going to suck your fucking cock now and get it hard and then you will fuck me. And you better fuck me good, because I am going to be all alone here in the morning and you are going to be at home with your fucking wife."
"All right," he sobbed. "Suck my cock and get it hard and I will fuck you. I promise, Paula. I will fuck you as well as I can."
David lay on his back and sobbed and felt the woman move down his body quickly.
The anger was back in her, and that anger confused David more than the sadness. The anger seemed to come from the sadness in Paula's system but it was also linked with the lust that she felt.
David would never be able to understand women, he thought. He did not understand his wife and he did not understand Paula.
The women of the world were just too fucking complex for the men, he thought.
He sobbed as he felt her mouth on his cock and the complexity of the situation made his head all fuzzy inside and he wondered how he had ever gotten himself into this.
This was not sex as he had thought that it would be.
This was anger and sadness and so many complexities that he could not begin to think about them.
But Paula's mouth was good around his cock and David felt his prick harden and he thought that things might work out for the best after all.
Her mouth was soft and he felt her big tits moving against his thigh as she moved her face up and down on his pole.
He had thought that Paula would suck him with some sort of anger in her system, some sort of hardness in her mouth, but she was very soft and she worked on his prick very well.
She moved her face up and down on his rod, taking all of his meat into her and then letting it slip out of her mouth slowly. Then she took the cock out of her mouth and caressed it gently with her hand and licked the top of the prick. She ran her tongue down the side of the hardening spear of flesh and made it even harder as she licked it with a clicking sound, moving her tongue against her teeth and his cock at the same time.
David groaned with passion for her and stopped sobbing as he felt his prick grow under the work that she was doing with her tongue and her lips.
Then Paula moved up on his body and rubbed one of her big, soft tits against his cock.
That felt delicious to the man, warm and sexy in that cold, white bedroom.
And, when he felt that rubbing against his prick, he sighed and let the complexities of the situation escape his head.
When it came right down to it, he thought, sex was very simple.
It was something that all animals did, and he wanted to fuck this big-titted office worker just as an animal would fuck his mate, in a non-thinking, completely instinctive way.
David reached down and touched Paula and pulled her gently toward him, pulled her so that her pussy was up near his face.
She sensed what he wanted to do, and she spoke to him softly.
"Don't think that you have to do that just because I am working on your cock," she said.
"I want to do it," he assured her. "I really do, Paula."
"All right," she said.
And the girl moved over his body and lay on top of him as she put his cock back into her mouth and started to work on it.
David reached up and felt her wet, pink pussy. He was at first surprised that it was so small.
For some reason, he had thought that Paula would have a huge hole, but then he remembered what she had told him, that she had not fucked any man for a long time, that she was not a whore.
Still, he thought, with such large tits, you would think-But that thought stopped in his head as he smelled the sweet aroma from the little, pink hole.
It was wafting through the air at him and it filled David with desire.
He moved closer to that hole and took a deep breath, taking as much of that sweet aroma into him as he could.
And that aroma seemed to drive him wild with lust, seemed to draw him like a magnet to that pink, little hole.
He moved his face close to the hole and slipped his tongue into it.
Paula tasted sweet, and that surprised him.
With all of the anger that she had shown, it would not have surprised David that much to find a bitterness in her twat.
But there was no bitterness there in her at all. There was only the sweetness of fine feminine juices. He worked his tongue deep into that hole and tasted more and more of those juices, more and more of that sweetness that was the center of the big-titted office worker.
While he licked out her pussy, she continued to work on his cock, to suck on it with such delight and feverish quickness that David knew that he would be ready to fuck her very soon, that he would have to fuck her very soon in order to keep from coming in her mouth.
He worked his tongue around in her quickly and then pulled his tongue out of her and let that tongue work against her throbbing clitoris. She sighed when he did that and kissed the top of his hard cock.
And then she moaned to him in a passionate, sweet voice.
"Fuck me, David," she said. "Fuck me good, and make me feel less lonely."
As the young woman moved on his body, moved around so that she could sit back on his upright cock, David thought that this was, in a way, a mission of mercy. He knew that Paula was right, that she would be alone in the morning while he was at home with Lynn. And he knew that he would have to look at Paula the next day in the office. He wanted to be able to look the big-titted, young woman in the eye and know that he had done something very special for her.
Paula held his cock steady and slid down slowly onto that pole.
David reached up and massaged her big tits as she did that and sighed, feeling the tightness of that little hole surround him and make him feel more manly than ever before.
That cunt was so tight that he started to ache as he worked himself inside of her, and he wondered if he could make it. He massaged her tits more violently, moving his hands over her body, as if he thought that his hands on those tits would open her pussy up more, give him more breathing room in that snatch.
Paula had about half of the rod in her when she shivered and sighed on David's body and cried out to him.
"Slam it into me! Give it to me! Get it deep in there!"
And David knew that he had to do as she told him to do.
That was part of his mission of mercy too. He had to slam his cock deep into her tight and tender cunt.
The man grabbed the tits and took a deep breath and then jerked on the bed.
He worked the cock into her quickly, slamming it deep as the big-titted, young woman sighed and yelped with pleasure and with pain.
"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck my hot twat and make me happy!"
Now that his cock was deep inside her juicy, little hole, David knew that he could fuck her with skill and with style. He loosened his hold on her tits and continued to rub them with the palms of his hands as he started to move in and out of her, to buck under her.
Paula sighed and felt the fucking and seemed very happy. She moved on top of him with an easy and natural grace and she smiled as she felt the hard piece of male-flesh work up into her again and again.
This was the way that sex should be. David thought as he moved under the big-titted, young woman.
This was the way that fucking should be, natural and animalistic and graceful.
He loved the feel of that tight cunt around his pole. He worked in and out of her, in and out again and again, feeling that tightness and that warmth.
He loved it, bucking under her and jabbing her this way. He looked up at Paula as she tossed on his rod and he saw that she loved it too. Her eyes were closed and her face was moving back and then down toward his own. She was rocking like a woman who was filled with some kind of good spirit.
Actually, David knew that she was only filled with his cock.
And the business executive remembered his wife, the way that she refused to let him do this. She had never shown him such heated pleasure, such soft passion as Paula was showing right now. If Lynn had only given into her feelings, David thought, he would not be here right now, fucking this woman from his office.
But, now that the complexities had died away, now that fucking had started, he was glad that he was here, that he had come to this office worker and had fucked her.
He knew that Paula needed it and he knew that he was doing her good at that moment.
And he was doing himself good too, fucking with style and reaffirming that he was male, a male animal.
It was the kind of maleness that he never felt with his frigid wife.
Paula yelped and shivered and David put his hands on her sides and held her on his cock and knew that she was having her own orgasm. He felt the already tight, little cunt tighten around him even more as she came on his cock, came with passion and with pleasure.
David knew that this young woman might be lonely again when she woke up alone in the morning, might be bitter and angry with him then.
But she was not lonely now, and she was not bitter. As the orgasm hit her, she seemed very sweet indeed.
Such sweetness could not be denied, David thought. Such sweetness begged to be fucked with hardness and that was just what he was doing to her right then.
The business executive fucked Paula through her own orgasm and then sighed and knew that he was going to have his orgasm too. He trembled and ran his hands over the woman's sexy body and he told her what was about to happen in a raspy, male voice.
"I am going to come," he said.
And she moved off his cock quickly, slipping him out of her as she grinned and said, "Let me see, David. Let me see you come."
She moved down over his cock quickly and grasped that prick in her hand tightly.
He was glad that her touch was tight, like her pussy and he moaned and shot his man-cream up into the air. That whiteness hit Paula's face and she whimpered and let it wash over her, let it smother her face with its warmth and its goodness.
And then, when his orgasm was over, Paula looked at him and grinned.
"With your come on my face, David, I do not feel lonely at all," she said happily. "I wish that I could keep your come on my face always."
"It would look a little strange in the office," he said.
"Fuck the people in the office," she said, happily not bitterly. She sat up on the bed and crossed her legs in front of her and ran her fingers over the come that was on her face. Then she put those fingers in her mouth and sucked on some of that white goo.
She grinned and winked at him and seemed very happy indeed.
"Thank you, David," she said. "Think you for bringing me this."
"Thank you, Paula," he said. "You were right. I needed it too. I am not very happy with my wife. She does not like to fuck me."
"Really? I can't understand why."
"Neither can I," he admitted. "It is something in her past that she will not tell me about. I have tried to get her to go to a counselor but she refuses."
David could see the glint in Paula's eyes and he read that glint and its meaning.
He wanted to nip that idea in the bud, he thought.
"But I love my wife, Paula," he said softly. "I don't think that I could ever leave her."
"Even if she never fucks you again for the next fifty years?" the big-titted young woman asked.
"Yes," he said. "Even if she never fucked me again for the next fifty years, Paula."
He knew that that would bring the bitterness back in the young woman, but he could not help it. He had to tell Paula the truth.
The young woman turned and moved off the bed. She kept her back to David as she spoke to him softly but fiercely.
"I am going to wash this shit off my face," she said. "When I come out of the bathroom, I want you gone, David Young. I want you to go back to your fucking, frigid wife and leave me alone."
And then she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
David lay there for just a few seconds, thinking that he was sorry that he could not bring Paula complete and lasting happiness. But he loved Lynn and there was nothing that he could do about that.
Even if Lynn never fucked him again, he could not leave her. Even if he had to watch her with that vibrator every night, he could never leave her alone. He felt that she needed him, and, more important, he knew that he needed her.
But he had been unfaithful to his wife once now, and he knew that the next time would be easier.
He considered a life of fucking around on Lynn, and he knew that that was the only kind of life that his wife had allowed him to have now.
He moved off the bed and into the living room and started to dress. He knew that Paula would stay in the bathroom until she heard the front door open and close, until she knew that she was alone again.
When David went down in the elevator and walked past the guard, he stopped and looked at the man.
"You really did that?" he asked. "You really crippled them for life?"
"Yeah," the guard said. "And I am glad that I did it too."
David found himself saying the words before he even realized what they meant to him and to the guard.
"I am glad that you did it too," he said. "I wish that I could use a gun and cripple people who mug old ladies."
"Join a shooting club," the guard said. "Then you can practice on a target range."
"I might do that," David said. "I just might."
"Let me call you a cab," the guard said. "You will never get one this late at night. Especially in this weather."
David thanked the guard and waited there in the lobby while he called the cab.
And, while he waited for the cab, he kept looking at the man who had crippled two kids who had mugged his mother.
He felt admiration for the man grow in his spirit and he was astounded by that.
Perhaps Paula was right, he thought. Perhaps he liked to cripple people too.
But the way that the guard had done it seemed so clean, so much more natural than the way that David had crippled Paula up there with the fucking and the vow never to leave his wife.
The business executive found himself wishing that he could be as humane as that guard was.
And then the cab came and David ran through the falling snow and climbed in and gave the driver the address of his home, Lynn's home, the cold home of his frigid wife.
CHAPTER THREE
Dan Stone stood in the snow across the street from the town house and read a weekly newspaper to find out what was really happening in the world.
From that paper, he discovered that a famous character actor was dying of cancer but had vowed to continue to work until he keeled over on a stage. He learned that another famous actor had shortened his life by taking drugs and running around with young girls. He read an interview with a young television actress who said that she would never pose nude for a film or a photographer, even if it meant not having a career.
He learned it all, all the real news, he thought, the news that they didn't give you on television and in the daily papers.
After he figured that he had learned enough, he put the paper under his arm and looked at that town house again. His old friend, David Young, lived there with his pretty wife, Lynn. Dan Stone knew that David Young was not at home that afternoon, but he knew that Lynn was home, and Lynn was the one that he really wanted to see.
Dan Stone had known Lynn and David when they were in college. He had been David Young's best friend in college. David and Dan had even shared an apartment during their senior year and Lynn had come over to visit David often there in that apartment. She had been friendly with Dan, but she always seemed a little afraid of the young man. Dan chuckled now when he thought about it.
Lynn had been afraid of everything, a little girl from Kansas who had won a scholarship to go to one of the finest universities in the land.
Even after she had been at that university for four years, even after she had found David and fallen in love with him and had him around to protect her, she still seemed frightened.
Dan Stone leaned against a lamp-post and thought that he would give Lynn Young something to be frightened of today.
He had planned it out carefully, his revenge on those two successful, young New Yorkers.
Dan Stone had not been successful at all, and he did not think that that was fair.
That was the reason that he had come back to haunt his old friends. When he had been in trouble, he had called David Young's office to ask for aid.
But David Young had been in conference and had not returned his call, and now David Young, and especially Lynn Young, was going to pay, Dan Stone thought.
Dan had been an excellent student at the university, even better than David Young. Dan had majored in political science and he had wanted to work in government when he graduated.
He got his wish.
When he got out of the university, he was hired by a congressman who wanted to groom Dan and make him into the best political aide on Capitol Hill.
But, two years later, Dan Stone and the congressman and four other people had been indicted for taking bribes for Arab oil producers. The congressman had gotten off scot-free because his lawyer convinced the prosecutor that Dan, not the congressman, had been behind the whole deal.
And Dan, at twenty-four, had taken the fall and had served two years in federal prison.
The newspapers had not written about him after his indictment. They mentioned that the congressman had had his own indictments dropped, but they did not care about Dan at all. That was the reason why Dan Stone now only read the weekly paper that he carried now.
The weekly paper had not written about him either, but that was because he was not a dead or dying star. Dan Stone understood that rule of journalism and learned to live with it.
When he had gotten out of federal prison, he had been broke and in need of a job.
That is when he had called David Young, his old college chum, the man who was making a name for himself in big business.
But David Young had ignored, like the newspapers had ignored him. Dan Stone could not make the newspapers pay, but he could certainly make David Young and his frightened, sexy wife pay dearly for what had happened to him.
Dan dropped the newspaper in the snow and moved across the street to the townhouse.
The time was right, he thought. He was ready for the attack now.
He rang the bell at the front door. He knew that Lynn was in there, alone and frightened of the world.
He had kept the house under watch for several days and he knew that David Young did not have servants or bodyguards. David was big, but not that big in the business world, not yet.
Dan chuckled and rang the bell again.
Lynn wondered who it was. She really did not want to see anyone. She looked out the window on the second floor and glanced down at the man who stood there in a heavy coat.
He looked familiar, but she could not tell from that angle who he was.
And then the man looked up and saw her standing there at the window and smiled and waved and she heard him shout to her.
"Hi there, Lynn. It's me. Dan Stone."
Dan Stone. The guy that David had known in college. The guy who had been in prison.
She looked down on him and shivered and she remembered the way David had reacted when he had gotten a phone call from Dan.
He had not returned that call because, he told Lynn, there was nothing that he could do to help his old friend.
Lynn knew that there was nothing that she could do to help him either, but she could not just turn away and not open the door.
He had seen her there at the window, had recognized her. She remembered Dan as being a strong young man filled with smoldering violence.
She did not want him breaking down the door and coming in and hitting her, she thought.
And yet, when she considered that possibility, when she remembered Dan's dark, good looks and that smoldering heat of violence that she had once seen in him, she felt her pussy pulse with desire.
That was strange, she thought, strange that she should feel that way toward a man who frightened her so much.
And then she realized that it was simply because he did frighten her that she wanted him.
He rang the bell again and called out to her.
"Lynn! Let me in! It is cold out here!"
And, before she realized what she was doing, she was walking down the stairs toward the door.
She opened the door and grinned at him "Hello, Dan. Come in. It has been a long time since I have seen you."
As she opened the door wide and let the man in the big coat move into the townhouse, Lynn realized that she was actually flirting with Dan. She leaned against the wall and smiled at him and said, "May I take your coat?"
He pulled the coat off and looked at her in that heated way.
She felt her cunt grow wet with desire and she thought that she would faint from the feeling that he gave her right then.
He was still violent, still dark, still handsome, still smoldering, she thought.
And now that was what she needed. Now she knew that that kind of dangerous man attracted her more than any other.
Dan Stone handed Lynn Young his coat and she moved toward the closet and opened it and hung the coat up.
"What brings you to New York City, Dan?" she asked with her back turned to him.
And then she felt the hand move around her head and the palm go over her mouth and she felt him pull her back on the floor as she yelped with fright.
"Fucking bitch," Dan Stone snarled. "Your fucking husband would not help me when I needed it and now I am going to get my revenge-through you, you slut."
He threw her down on the floor there in front of her front door and stood over her.
She lay there and looked up at him with that fright in her eyes.
But she felt something else, something besides the fright. She felt a lust for that dark man. He was big and strong and she remembered that his body had been very hairy in college. She wanted to see that body again. She wanted to see his cock.
She wanted that man to fuck her! It was as simple as that.
Lynn did not even say anything. She did not fight. She just lay there and looked up at the big, dark man.
"Fucking slut," Dan Stone muttered.
And then he dropped to his knees and ripped open her blouse with his strong hands.
When he did that, Lynn shivered, but she did not try to stop him, did not even put her hands up to try to cover her bare breasts. She just lay there and stared at him with those dark, big eyes.
Dan Stone thought that those eyes were filled with fright.
But Lynn knew the truth, knew that her eyes were filled with lust, the first real lust that she had felt in years.
"You are so dangerous," she said, almost sighing as she lay there with her tits bared.
Dan Stone said nothing. He did not understand what was happening to the woman.
He had been prepared for a fight, but she just lay there, like someone who was dead, or, even stranger, like a woman who wanted to be raped.
Dan Stone slapped the woman hard across the face and snarled at her.
"You fucking slut, what is the matter with you? You want it, don't you?"
She said nothing, just kept staring at him with those big eyes.
So he slapped her again, harder this time, and then he grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it
"Don't you want it, slut?" he yelled. "Don't you want it?"
When he pinched and twisted that pink swirl of a nipple, she flinched, but she fought the temptation to cry out in pain.
She knew that, if she did not cry out, she would make the man even angrier, even more brutal, and she wanted him that way. She felt the tears come to her eyes, but she would not admit to Dan Stone that he had figured out the truth, that she wanted it, that she wanted the pain and the degradation.
She had never been able to admit that to her own husband, and she knew that this man was her husband's best friend, had been his best friend in college. Somehow, that made everything even sweeter to Lynn. She thought that Dan Stone, with his smoldering fury, had taken his old college friend's place.
If she thought that, she would not really be unfaithful to David, she reasoned.
So she looked at Dan Stone and she tried to remember that he was her husband's old friend, her husband's brutal friend, her husband's ruthless and dark and sexy friend.
Lynn reached up and touched Dan Stone's face with her fingers, touched him softly like a lover.
But Dan Stone knocked her hand away and growled at her.
"You fucking slut, you are crazy. You know that? You are fucking crazy."
The man was confused. He had come there to get revenge on his old friend who had let him down when he needed help.
But how could he get revenge, he thought, when the wife seemed to want the pain and the raping?
He smelled the aroma of wet cunt in the air and he knew then that she was turned on. He looked down at her and he tried to figure out what he could do to make it so degrading for her that even she would not be excited by what he was going to do to her.
He should have known, he thought, should have known from her frightened, Kansas look that she was sick, that she was not normal.
Finally, he snarled at her.
"Okay, bitch, if you want it that way, that is the way that you are going to get it."
And he pulled off his sweater, pulled the thing over his head and bared his hairy chest.
When she saw that chest, Lynn sighed and licked her lips.
Dan saw her do that and his wrath and his confusion mixed in his head and exploded in a burst of fury.
He put his hands around her throat and pulled her up toward him and he started to choke her.
"Fucking, sick whore," he snarled. "Dave doesn't deserve a fucking, sick whore for a wife. I would be doing him a favor if I fucking killed you, you worthless, perverted slut."
And she gasped for air and knew that he was right, that David would be better off if she were dead.
And that thought made her pussy pulse with even more fever.
Dan Stone choked the woman until he realized that he was not there to do his old friend a favor.
He was there to get revenge.
And the woman was not even fighting him, not even trying to pull his hands away from her throat.
He loosened his hold on Lynn Young and let her drop back down on the floor.
She took a deep breath and wondered why he had stopped choking her, why he had decided to let her live her miserable life.
And then she looked up at Dan Stone again and she saw him for what he really was, saw that he reminded her of her father.
like her father, he was big and strong. like her father, he was hairy.
She murmured the word to him softly as she lay there and waited for him to abuse her even more.
"Daddy," she said. "Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. I love you, Daddy."
"Daddy?" the man yelled.
He jumped up from the floor as if he were afraid to get too close to her, as if he were afraid that her craziness would infect him and make him crazy too. "Take me to the end of the earth, Daddy," she sighed, "and we will rule the heathen Chinese."
By then, the memory and the fantasy had washed over Lynn with such a flood that the reality of the moment meant nothing to her. She did not even hear the man when he screamed at her.
"You are crazy! You are fucking crazy! What is all of this shit about the Chinese! I ain't Chinese! I am Welsh, slut! I am fucking
Welsh!"
Lynn Young sat up very slowly and ran her hand over the crotch of the man's trousers.
"I am sorry, Daddy," she purred, "sorry that I let you down."
"I am not your fucking father!" the man yelled and he kicked her and knocked her back down on the floor.
Dan Stone wanted to get the fuck out of that house, but Lynn was lying in front of the door, barring his escape with her own body. And she was reaching up again and mumbling something about her father and the ends of the earth.
Dan felt his cock getting hard in his pants. As crazy as she was, he thought, she was still sexy in a strange way. And he had come there to fuck her, to get his revenge.
By now, he knew that the fucking would probably not be revenge at all.
But he was going to do it. He was going to fuck her and get at least some pleasure out of the cold and crazy afternoon before he went insane himself.
Dan Stone loosened his trousers and pushed them down with a strong and forceful motion. And then he snarled at her again and gave her an order that he knew she would follow in all of her craziness.
"Suck that cock, you fucking bitch," he said. And then he added something else to make sure that she followed his order. "Suck that cock, you fucking whore daughter of mine."
If she wanted to think of him as her father, that was all right with Dan Stone.
He could play by any rules that she wanted, as long as he could get his rocks off, he thought.
As Lynn sat up slowly and moved toward his prick, Dan looked at those red, soft lips.
He remembered that those lips had been the first thing that he had noticed when David had introduced Lynn to him. He remembered that he had thought that those were the kind of lips that were just made for sucking a cock.
And now, he thought, years later, he was going to find out just how good those red lips were.
He grinned down at the woman as she moved close to his cock and lifted that piece of meat in her hands.
Then he grabbed a handful of her dark hair and jerked on it.
"Suck it, slut," he said. "Don't play with your daddy's cock. Suck it, you fucking bitch."
And the woman opened those soft, red lips and pulled the cock out from Dan's body and moved her mouth over that prick.
It was fantastic!
Dan groaned and rubbed his hands on her head with a rough and manly motion as she started to suck on his prick.
Her mouth was so fucking cool!
Dan liked that coolness, liked the way that she worked her mouth back and forth on him.
It was as if the coolness of her mouth, the sweet coolness of those red lips, froze his cock and made it stiff like an icicle.
And she worked that cool mouth back and forth on his rod with a greedy motion, sucking with all of the desire that she could muster.
Dan sighed as she sucked with that cool, red mouth and threw his hips forward and forced the hardening spear down her throat. She accepted that with ease.
And then Dan Stone decided that he did not want to fuck her at all. He would come in her mouth and make her drink down all of that come, make her take all of that special part of him into her so that it would still be in her when her husband came home that evening. He chuckled and put his hands on the sides of her head and fucked her mouth.
He slammed his cock into her mouth again and again and she accepted that, keeping her cool, red, soft lips tight around his prick.
It was like fucking the coolest pussy in the world, Dan Stone thought. It was like fucking a cool spring breeze.
He shivered with the thought and the coolness but he kept fucking and he groaned the words to her, to remind her that she was the crazy one, not him.
"Fucking crazy slut," he said. "You think I am your father. Did your father ever fuck your mouth like this, you fucking perverted piece of shit? Did your father ever slam his cock into you this way? Huh? Huh?"
Naturally, she did not answer him. Her mouth was filled with male meat and she could not speak while she was being fucked there.
Dan Stone slammed that prick in again and again and moaned and felt the cock begin to boil with sexual energy. His balls were hard too, hard with come, and he knew that he was going to shoot his semen very soon right down that woman's good throat.
She was crazy, he thought, but she had one hell of a sweet mouth.
And she was so accepting. This was not revenge, he remembered, but this was something that was very sweet, something that he had not experienced for a long time.
"I am going to come, slut," he growled. "I am going to come right down your fucking crazy throat."
And she sighed and accepted that too, accepted anything that her daddy wanted to do to her.
In Lynn's mind, the man was now her daddy and she was remembering things that she had not wanted to remember for a long time.
She had also figured out that Dan Stone with his dark, fiery good looks and his big and muscled body had been the cause of the change in her.
When she had seen him back in college, she had remembered her father and what he had done to her, and she had frozen up inside. She had remained frozen for so long, for years.
Now, she felt, she was about to thaw out, to become the woman that she had been before she had started to remember the things that she did not want to remember.
Dan Stone was not the only reason that she had frozen, she knew, but he had been a major one and now he had come back to take the place of her daddy one last time.
"God!" the man who could be her father cried out as he slammed his cock deep into her throat. "God! I am coming!"
And the man did come. He shot his man-cream down her throat and Lynn accepted it all, accepted its warmth and its sweetness and the rough way that it splattered in her mouth and throat. She swallowed it and kept on swallowing as what seemed like gallons of come shot down her eager and loving, daughterly throat.
And then the man pulled his cock out of her and staggered back as she sank onto the floor.
"Thank you, Daddy," she sighed, still feeling the warm come roll down into her. "Thank you very much."
"I am not your fucking father," the man hissed. "I am Dan Stone. I am your husband's old college buddy. I am the one that he turned his back on."
And then he started to kick Lynn with his boot, to kick her in the ribs.
She winced with the pain, but she did not roll away from his kicks.
Anything that her daddy wanted to do to her was all right with her. She would accept it all because she wanted to be a good, Kansas daughter.
Within a few seconds, Dan Stone grew tired of kicking the woman and he quickly closed his pants and pulled on his sweater.
She looked up at him and felt sorry that he was covering up that big and hairy body.
She had always liked the looks of her daddy's body, she thought.
Dan Stone went to the closet and pulled his coat off the hanger and put it on.
Then he turned and looked at the woman again and he snarled at her one last time.
"Fucking slut. Fucking crazy slut."
And then, thinking again that the insanity in her might be contagious, Dan Stone wanted out.
"I am going to call David," he said. "I am going to call your husband and tell him what I did to you and tell him that you are fucking crazy."
Lynn really did not want him to do that, but she could not protest.
She was too happy, too warm at that moment to protest.
She just wanted to lie there and let the memories rush over her.
Lynn Young thought that she might be on the verge of understanding something that she had never understood before, something that would make her life better, something that would turn her into a good wife again.
She lay there on the floor as Dan stepped over her and kicked her out of the way.
Then the man opened the front door of the townhouse and ran out into the winter, thinking that he had been saved now, thinking that he had gotten out just in time.
If he had stayed one second longer, Dan Stone thought, he would have been an crazy as she was.
And thinking that he was saved now, Dan ran down the street.
He wanted to get as far away from that townhouse as possible. He wanted to get to a phone.
He wanted to call his old college friend and warn him that he was married to a crazy woman.
Dan no longer felt the need for revenge. He thought that he would call his friend and save him, save him from a crazy and perverted wife.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynn had not wanted to think about those two days of her seventeenth year in a long time.
She had blocked out those thoughts and had refused to let them come back to her.
But now, lying there on the floor and feeling the warm come of that hairy man in her stomach, she knew that she would have to think about those things, that she would have to open herself up to her past.
She felt that that was the only way that she could save herself.
So she closed her eyes and let the memory rush over her.
The night that she graduated high school, she found out that she had won a full scholarship to go to the university in the East.
She would have all of her expenses paid because she had been an excellent student there in Kansas and a national organization had decided that she was the kind of young woman who could use the finest education in the world.
Naturally, she had been delirious with joy and her mother and her father had hugged her and told her that they were very proud of her.
She had been planning to go to college anyway, at Wichita State University, but now she could get the best education and she wanted to celebrate.
So after she turned in her cap and gown, she went out with her boyfriend, Jimmy Jerome. She and Jimmy had a special way to celebrate, and they both knew that they were going to celebrate a lot that night. Jimmy had just graduated high school that night too, but he did not even plan to go to college. He just wanted to work in his father's store.
Lynn had thought that Jimmy would be happy for her, since she had won that scholarship.
But she found out that night when she got in Jimmy's car and kissed him that he was not happy for her at all. His lips were hard and cold and he turned away from her as quickly as he could.
"What is the matter, Jimmy?" she asked.
"You will think that you are better than me now," he muttered.
"What?"
"You got that scholarship and you will think that you are better than me. You will think that you are too smart to mess around with old Jimmy Jerome, who barely passed his classes and got his fucking diploma."
Then he turned to her and she could see the tears in his blue eyes.
"But I want you to know that my mom and dad are just as proud of me as your parents are of you. They think that I am smart enough. They think that I am a fine son."
"Jimmy," Lynn said, confused at his reaction to her, "I know that you are a fine son. And I know that you are smart enough too."
The truth about her feelings toward Jimmy, Lynn knew, was much more complex than that.
In truth, she did not consider Jimmy very smart at all, but that had never bothered her because she liked his soft blonde hair and his blue eyes.
And she liked how he made her feel when he fucked her.
They had been fucking for about a year by then, and she had never worried about Jimmy's being smart.
She just knew that he had a nice, big cock that he could use well, and that was the only thing that really mattered to her. She did not even fool herself into thinking that she loved Jimmy. She just loved fucking him.
But Lynn was intelligent enough to know that she could not tell Jimmy that on this night.
He was already feeling bad enough because she had won that scholarship, and she did not want to make him feel worse. She just wanted to fuck him and she did not think that there was anything wrong with that.
She ran her hand over Jimmy's leg and she smiled at him, trying to tempt him out of his foul mood.
"Jimmy," she said softly, "right now that scholarship does not mean anything to me. The only thing that means anything to me is you and what you can do for me to help me feel good. I want to celebrate tonight, Jimmy. I want to celebrate the fact that we are both out of school. I think that that sort of makes us adults, don't you?"
Jimmy looked at her and a sweet smile went across his face.
"Yeah," he said, "I guess it does sort of make us adults, Lynn."
"Then let's go somewhere private and act like adults, okay, Jimmy?"
"Okay, Lynn," he said with a grin.
And the high school graduate with the scholarship to the big-time Eastern university knew that she had won then. She figured that Jimmy could never resist her. He liked fucking her just as much as she liked fucking him.
The two of them moved close together and they kissed warmly.
While they kissed, Lynn ran her hand over Jimmy's crotch and felt his hardness there.
It was a hardness that was very special to the girl, the first hardness that she had ever felt inside of her. As she opened her mouth to Jimmy's tongue and moaned as he moved against her, she knew that it would not be the last hardness that she would feel.
But it would always be special to her, very special because it was the first.
They were in the deserted parking lot of the school. Most of the other students and families had left quickly after the graduation ceremony because there were going to be parties that night, parties and family get-togethers to celebrate graduation.
And Lynn figured that her celebration with Jimmy would be one of the hottest celebrations in town that night.
She slowly unzipped Jimmy's pants. She wanted to feel that hardness a little more before they drove out into the country to a really private place.
She pulled his cock out of his pants and started to massage him, to stroke him as he kissed her and ran his hands over her firm, ripe tits.
And then Lynn heard the man's voice behind her. She recognized the voice immediately.
"What the hell? Oh, my god!"
She and Jimmy jerked apart and Lynn turned and saw her father, Waldo, looking into the window of Jimmy's car. His face was white with shock and rage. She saw that he was looking at Jimmy's cock, and she knew that her father had seen her handling that cock.
When her father spoke to her again, she could hear the sobs in his voice.
"I was so proud of you just a minute ago, and now I know the truth. Now I know that you are a whore, Lynn."
"No, Daddy," she said, shaking her head, "I am not-"
"I brought your purse to you because I thought that you might need it," Waldo said, holding up the little white purse as if to prove what he had said. "I drove all the way back from the farm because I thought that you might need that purse and because I was so proud of you. I hoped that you would still be here, but I did not know until now that you were a whore, Lynn."
"I am not a whore, Daddy," the girl said, protesting her father's judgment.
And then she looked at Jimmy, who sat there shivering with fear in front of the big bear of a man who was his girlfriend's father.
"Tell him, Jimmy," she said. "Tell him that I am not a whore."
Jimmy said nothing. He was too frightened to say anything. His prick was hanging out of his trousers and there was nothing that He could say.
"I just hope he doesn't hurt me bad," the blonde boy finally muttered, looking at the father.
"I will not hurt you, Jimmy," the man said with deadly calm in his voice as he looked at his daughter. "I know that you are not to blame. A male cannot be blamed for giving into the feelings that a whore instills in him."
"No, Daddy," the girl said, protesting again.
But then her father exploded in rage and threw open the car door and grabbed his daughter's hair and pulled her out onto the hard asphalt of the parking lot.
"Get out of here, Jimmy!" he yelled. "Get out of here and don't you ever tell anybody!"
"I won't, sir," the boy said, and he closed the door and quickly started the motor.
Jimmy pulled away as the father dragged his dark-haired daughter across the parking lot.
"Daddy," Lynn sobbed, "what are you going to do?"
"I am going to give you the kind of treatment that a whore deserves," he muttered.
He dragged his daughter toward his own car and, as he dragged her, Lynn felt the asphalt cutting her knees and hands as she tried to crawl behind him, to keep up with her angry father so that the burning of the pavement would not hurt her too much.
But she could not keep up. She fell and she was dragged along on her breasts and stomach and she cried out to her father.
"Daddy! Stop! You are hurting me!"
"Damn right," Waldo muttered. "A whore like you deserves to be hurt, deserves to be killed even."
As he dragged her along, he spoke to his daughter fiercely.
"Your mother and I tried to raise you right, tried to make you study so that you would make something of yourself. And then, on the best night of your life, on the night when your mother and I were the most proud of you, you go and do something like that. Handling that boy's pecker like that. You fuck him, don't you? Don't you?"
By the time he asked that question, they were at his car, and he turned and pulled his daughter up and held her shoulders and asked the question again.
"You fuck him, don't you? Don't you, you whore?" he snarled.
Lynn did not answer right away, afraid to answer her father when he was so angry.
She knew that she would have to tell him the truth if she spoke at all.
She had never been able to lie to her father, never in her life.
When she did not answer, her father slapped her, almost knocked her down with his furious blow.
But he held her up and he asked her the terrible question again.
"You fuck that boy, don't you? And you probably fuck all the other boys who come around too, don't you?"
"No, Daddy," she sobbed. "Only him. Only Jimmy. He is the only one that I fuck."
And her admission of guilt seemed to make
Waldo even more angry.
"Whore!" he screamed. "Fucking whore! You are no daughter of mine!"
And Waldo slapped his daughter again and again until he was tired of hitting her.
Then he opened the door of his car and pushed his daughter into the front seat and climbed in after her.
When they were in the front seat, Waldo started to weep like a baby.
He put his head on the steering wheel and cried and cried and cried.
Lynn looked at her father and felt very sorry for him and that confused the girl even more.
She was the one who had been hurt, she thought, who had been dragged and slapped, but her father was crying more than she was.
And she was already beginning to think that, maybe, her father was right about her.
Maybe she was nothing more than a little whore, she thought.
She had always believed her father when he had told her things before, even when he had promised her that he would take her to the end of the earth and let her rule the heathen Chinese. She had believed that because she was a little girl and her daddy was the most important man in her life. Her daddy, she had thought, would always protect her.
But now he was the one who had hurt her, and she was beginning to think that, if her father hurt her, it was because she deserved to be hurt.
She watched her father cry and she tried to figure it out.
She had never considered herself a whore before, just a normal, healthy teen-ager who liked to fuck her boyfriend, Jimmy. But Jimmy had deserted her now, run away in fear, and her father had said that Jimmy was not to blame for anything, and her father had always been right before.
And Lynn could tell that her father was hurting too, hurting down deep in his soul, and she knew that she was the cause of that hurt.
Finally, she admitted it softly, admitted it because she knew that her father had always been right before.
"Yes, Daddy," she said, "I am a whore. I am nothing but a worthless whore. I deserve to be hurt for what I have done to Jimmy and to you and to mother."
She had thought that she would be able to say that and help to curb her father's terrible anger.
But it did not work that way at all.
When the girl had admitted that she was a whore, her father suddenly stopped his weeping and turned and looked at her with even more anger in his eyes.
When she saw that anger, she was afraid, very afraid of the man.
But something else was happening to her too, something that she did not really understand at all.
She was looking at her father and she was feeling like a real whore.
She was getting turned on by him, turned on by the anger and the fear that he instilled in her.
The girl could feel her pussy get wet with desire for the man.
And he was her own father!
And he was looking at her as if he wanted to kill her!
And nothing made sense to Lynn any longer, not now, not with the hurt that she had caused, not with the whorish feelings that she felt in her body and in her soul!
"Daddy," she sighed.
And then she was silent.
Silent as death.
She did not know what she wanted to say to her father, what she wanted to tell him that she wanted from him.
Everything had gone crazy in her world, and everything seemed to be spinning around her in some dangerous pattern that she did not understand.
She just wanted to get out of the way before she was destroyed. Destroyed.
That word took on new meanings for her as she looked at her father.
She knew that that man could destroy her if he wished.
He was that strong and he was that angry and he was her father and she could not fight him if he wanted to destroy her.
Destroy.
The teen-ager closed her eyes for a moment and thought of fire from heaven, fire coming down to destroy her and all the whores like her.
But the only fire that she really saw was the fire in her father's angry, dark eyes.
"Daddy," she said again.
And then again she was silent.
Destroy. Destroy. Destroy.
The word worked into her head like a worm worked into a corpse in the grave.
And, finally, she asked her father the question, found the words to speak to that angry man.
"Do you wish to destroy me, Daddy?" she asked. "You can if you want to. I will not fight you."
Waldo's eyes grew wide when she said that. To Lynn's surprise, her father actually seemed frightened of her.
And then the man touched the side of her face with his fingers. When he did that, the girl sighed and tilted her head toward his touch and felt that strange desire again, the desire that she had felt before for her father, the desire that she could not understand at all.
The big man who smelled of the soil moved closer to his daughter there in that car and kissed her.
But he did not kiss her like a father should kiss a daughter. He kissed her on the mouth and held his mouth to hers just as Jimmy had often kissed her.
For a split second, that surprised Lynn, shocked her so much that she did not know what to do.
Then she gave into her desire, gave into her father as she had given into Jimmy so many times.
The big man of the soil obviously wanted the same thing that she did, she thought.
And what could be so bad about sharing with your father? Especially if you were already a whore?
Lynn opened her mouth to her father's tongue and moved her hand over the crotch of his trousers.
It was the second hardness of her life, and she knew that this hardness that she felt now would be even more special to her than Jimmy's hardness would be.
This hardness, she thought, belonged to her father, and she was her father's whore daughter.
And she seemed to be proving it at that moment as she moved her hand over his hardness and slowly unzipped his pants.
When she reached into her father's trousers, Waldo suddenly pulled back from her and stared at her.
And that fear, that fear of his own daughter's whorishness came back into his eyes.
Lynn did not want her father to be afraid of her. Now that it had started, she wanted to complete it.
She realized now that she had always wanted something like this to happen between her and her father, the man of the soil.
She remembered what her father had said to Jimmy, and she said something like that to the man now, trying to calm his fears.
"Do not worry," she said. "You are not to blame. I am a whore and a man cannot fight my temptation."
And then she pulled her father's prick out of his pants and held it in her hand and stroked it.
"Daddy," she sighed. "Daddy, I want to be your special girl again.
Her father's cock was big, bigger than Jimmy's and it hardened quickly in her soft and girlish hand.
The teen-ager did not really understand what was happening to her at that moment.
She suspected that she was giving herself over to the complete whorishness that had been in her system for so long, perhaps all of her life.
The air seemed very still and very heated, and she stroked on her father's cock and she made plans for herself.
She told the man about those plans as she handled Ms prick and looked into his wild and dark eyes.
"I will go away to college early, Daddy," she said. "I will leave next week and go to summer school. My scholarship will allow me to do that. I will not come back to bother you or mother with my whorishness. Of course, you will have to find a way to explain that to mother so that she can understand but I am sure that you can do that. You are such a smart man, Daddy. I don't think that you have ever been wrong about anything in your whole life."
And she knew then that she had taken away her father's power to destroy her.
She knew then that she was in control of the man, that she could do anything with him that she wanted to do.
And she decided that there was something that she had always wanted to do with him.
"Daddy," she said. "I want to suck your cock."
The man did not say anything. He seemed lost in the world at that moment, hypnotized by her touch and her red smile, her cool, sexy lips. He just sat there as she handled his cock.
And then she told her father about another thing that she had decided in the last few moments.
"You are right, Daddy," she said. "You were right to hurt me like you did. I deserve to be hurt."
And then Lynn moved her mouth down to her father's lap and started to suck on his cock.
She opened her red lips and took that meaty thing into her and sucked on it with relish and with the love of a whore daughter for her father of the soil.
She sucked on the cock as her father groaned and moved there on the front seat of the car.
She worked her lips over it and then she took the prick out of her mouth and ran that tongue, that quick and girlish tongue, around the head of the organ.
Then she put her mouth back on the cock again and moved her head up and down on that spear.
Her father growled and groaned, but he did not try to stop her.
She had never sucked a cock like this before, knowing that he was going to come in her mouth.
She had always just sucked Jimmy's prick until he was hard enough to fuck her.
But, for some reason, the girl understood that it would not be right for her father to fuck her. She felt that, if she fucked her father, she would put him in too much danger.
She did not want to hurt her father with her whorishness. She just wanted to make him feel good. She just wanted to do something for him to repay him for the way that she had hurt him before. She sucked on the cock, worked up and down on it, and then she heard the father growl with a deep and manly voice, a voice that seemed to come out of the Kansas prairie, she thought.
"Gonna shoot," he said.
And then he shot. He came in her eager, girlish mouth. She drank her father's come down and took it all in her.
Later, she and her father drove home without speaking.
They did not speak to each other for the next week, did not even say good-bye when she went to the airport to take her plane East.
And Lynn never saw her father or her mother again.
She had gone away to college and she had tried to be a whore there too.
But then that strange thing had happened, the thing that she was just now beginning to understand.
She had fallen in love, deeply in love with David.
And, when she fell in love with him, she had figured that she could not give him any sex, any part of her whorish spirit.
She had not wanted to put David in any danger, and she understood that now.
It seemed that Dan Stone's prick and his brutality had made her understand a lot.
And now, Lynn wondered, the question was this:
What was she going to do with all of this new and correct understanding?
She did not know for certain. She did not know at all.
CHAPTER FIVE
David noticed that afternoon the way that Donna Jordan had been looking at him. And he decided that this would be a nice afternoon to try a little more cheating, another fling with another woman, and he knew that Donna Jordan would turn him on more than most other women that he knew. She was an attractive woman of thirty with dark hair and a flashing grin.
She had once been a model but now she was in charge of the television advertising division of the company that David worked for.
David had heard that she was something of a genius with a television commercial, and he had also heard that she liked to get it on, that she was something of a nymphomaniac.
He took those office rumors now with a grain of salt. He remembered what he had heard about Paula and how that had not stacked up against what he had learned about her that night that he had gone to visit her a couple of weeks before.
That night with Paula had been too confusing for him.
And David knew that he was never going to fuck that young woman again.
But Lynn had still been cold to him during the last couple of weeks and David had started to think of other women. Donna Jordan was one of those women that he fantasized about.
And this afternoon he decided to find out if she fantasized about him too.
He called Donna and asked her if she could come into his office to meet with him.
He said that he wanted to discuss some ideas for an advertising campaign. That did not surprise her. David often came up with ideas that she used in her television ads, ideas that she changed and molded and made her own with her own special style.
She said that she would be happy to meet with him at two o'clock that afternoon.
And she had arrived in his office at two o'clock sharp.
They sat together on the couch in David's office and talked about his ideas for commercials. She took notes and told him that she thought that she might be able to use some of those ideas.
Then David had smiled, considering that a compliment. When she smiled back, he saw what he thought was a glimmer in her eye, a sign of more than professional interest.
And he figured that this would be the perfect time to make his move.
He put his hand on Donna's knee and grinned at her. She looked down at that hand and grinned back at David.
"Why the sudden interest, Mister Young?" she asked softly.
"It is not sudden," he said, still grinning. "Only the courage is sudden."
Donna moved closer to him there on the couch and put down her pad and her pen. She breathed in his face as she told him, "You don't have to be courageous, David. I would never refuse a stud like you."
Wow!
David could not believe that it had been this easy. If he could women like Donna Jordan, he thought, he really did not care if his wife stayed cold forever.
"Can you stay with me for a little while, Donna?" the man asked.
"An hour or so. I think that would be enough time to get a taste of it, wouldn't it?"
"Yes," David said. "Just enough for a taste."
And then the business executive got up and walked to his desk and spoke to his secretary through the little black box there.
"I do not want to be disturbed for the next couple of hours," he said.
"Yes, Mister Young," the secretary squawked back.
He turned and smiled at Donna and loosened his tie.
She smiled and winked and started to unbutton her blouse.
In a few moments, they were both naked, and, when they were naked, Donna moved down onto the carpeted floor of the office.
"I like doing it on the floor," she said, "especially these afternoon quickies."
David knelt beside the absolutely beautiful woman and touched her tanned body as he asked, "Do you do this often in the afternoon?"
"Not as often as I would like," the woman said, moving his hands up to her tits. "I would like to fuck every afternoon if I could. But sometimes business gets in the way." David smiled.
What he had heard about Paula around the office had been a batch of lies.
But what he had heard about Donna Jordan was obviously the truth.
The man moved his hands back and forth on her body, feeling the softness there, the sexy softness that attracted so many men, and he wondered how many men had fucked her here in the office building, had spent such a wonderful few moments with her on some carpeted floor.
Donna put her hands behind her head and David moved down to lie next to her.
He pressed his face under her arm and licked the pit of that arm as she lay there like an office queen.
She smelled sweet under her arm, and she tasted sweet there too.
Then he turned Donna toward him and they kissed. Her arms went around him and he felt her fingers run up and down his back as her mouth opened to his tongue.
They held each other close as they kissed and Donna's leg went over David's thigh.
She moaned softly when the kiss was over and moved that leg over him, letting him feel the softness of her. He also began to smell the aroma of her too. She moved away from him then and lay on her back and he ran his fingers down her body and into the dark, lush jungle of black pussy-hair that grew on her body.
Then he moved his fingers around the damp lips of her cunt and she smiled at him when he did that.
He kissed her softly as he slipped a finger into her snatch and she spread her legs and reached up and touched his shoulders to let him know that she enjoyed that touch and the way that he was moving his finger back and forth and getting her wetter and wetter.
She was the queen of the office, David thought, and he felt like a king with his finger in her cunt.
The naked and beautiful woman started to move her hips with the movement that he was making in her snatch and soon it was as if he were fucking her with his finger.
She sighed and rocked with that fucking motion, and he felt very manly, very masculine, very proud of his ability to turn her on.
Then he pulled his finger out of her cunt and raised it to his lips and stuck that finger into his mouth. He grinned at her and then he sucked the sweet juices of her cunt from his finger.
"Time enough for a taste," he said, when he was finished with the sucking.
"Women do taste good," Donna said with a grin.
"You know that from experience?" he asked.
"I certainly do. A model tries out everything that she can, you know. It was sort of fun. But I like a nice, juicy cock too."
When she said that, she reached down and touched his prick with her hand. He turned slightly so that she could handle the cock more easily. She wrapped her cool fingers around that cock and played with it, stroking it and getting it harder.
"You are a queen," David moaned to her and kissed her softly.
She pushed him back on the carpeted floor and spoke to him softly.
"Just lie back, your majesty, and let your queen suck that royal prick of yours."
David liked that. He liked the playfulness that Donna showed, and he liked the sexiness of that playful, girlish quality.
That was the way that sex should be, he thought as the woman started to kiss his chest.
It should be playful and carefree, and David remembered Paula and the confusion and the turmoil that she had in her sex life. He remembered his wife and her coldness and her love for her vibrator.
Both of those women made it too serious, he thought. Sex should be fun-loving and almost childish.
He was learning that from Donna and from his own reaction to her playful ways.
The queen of the office moved down his body, kissing and licking his chest and then running her warm tongue over his stomach as he tensed his muscles there and felt the delight come to him.
"Wow, Donna," he said, "that is fantastic. Just great."
"You think that is great, stud? Wait until I get down there at your old man-gland."
And there it was again, the playfulness and the sexy joking.
That was the way that it ought to be, David thought again.
If women such as Paula and Lynn could only learn that, David thought, they would be much happier and much more fulfilled. Donna was happy and fulfilled, wasn't she?
As she speared his navel with her tongue, David jerked and wanted to know for sure.
"Are you fulfilled, Donna? Really fulfilled, I mean."
"Stud," the woman said, "I am the most fulfilled woman in this office building. And I am going to be more fulfilled when I am full and filled with your big, sweet cock."
David chuckled. Donna could not keep from being playful, he thought.
That was probably the reason why so many men liked her and wanted her. It was more than just her beauty and her sexiness. It was that carefree, saucy attitude, that thing that told men that Donna would take what she wanted with no questions asked.
That was the kind of attitude that he wished that his wife had.
That was the kind of attitude that he wished that all women had.
Donna moved down his body a little further and licked the dark cock-hair of his body.
And that warm lick thrilled David more than anything else that had happened to him in a long time.
When he felt the woman's hand around his stiffening rod, he knew that the thrills had just started.
Donna moved her face over the cock and raised the thing high like a flagpole. She licked the pink head of the prick with her tongue, gave it a slow and lustful lick.
And David shivered with the thrill' that that lick gave to him.
Donna worked her tongue slowly around the head of the prick, dipping into the lines of the head with her tongue.
And David sighed and tensed his body with all the sexual excitement that that playful tongue was giving him.
That tongue worked down the underside of the shaft slowly.
And David gasped with manly lust for the way that it was thrilling him.
Then the tongue moved along the balls, lapping on them with firm and sexy pressure.
And David was in heaven because of that pressure and because of the playful sex, the slow and sweet playful sex.
Donna came up the side of the prick and pressing her lips against the heavy vein that bulged there like a thing nearly ready to explode.
And David experienced pleasure as he had never experienced it before.
Finally, the beautiful woman's lips were around the head of the prick.
And her white teeth nibbled softly on the excited male flesh.
And David almost bellowed when he spoke to her of his passion and the way that she was thrilling him.
"God! Donna! Never like this before! That is so good!"
And, when she heard that, the woman started to move her head quickly up and down, sucking on the cock with everything that she had.
David came back to his senses enough to see the woman's dark-haired, sweet pussy.
She was turned so that that pussy was within his reach.
And David felt that he really should do something more for her.
After all, she was doing so much for him, sucking him like that and giving him those playful thrills.
David slipped his finger into that yummy twat and worked that finger around in there, in her wetness.
And Donna moaned around his cock when he did that, sending a sexy vibration through his body that almost drove him insane with lust for this playful beauty.
As he fingered her with one hand, David reached out and ran the other hand over her back to give her a thrill that way.
It would be a little pleasure, he thought, the kind of little pleasure that a woman appreciated.
And Donna shivered when he touched her buns and her lower back and David sighed and continued his touching and his fingering of her.
And then his cock was hard and ready to fuck her hot, wet cunt.
And David knew that Donna would want that fucking a great deal. When she took her mouth off his cock and turned and smiled at him with those bright, white teeth, he knew that she appreciated what he had done for her too.
This was the way that fucking should be, he thought. It should be a sharing that was appreciated by both the man and the woman. Both partners, he thought, should want to give each other the little pleasures that made the sex worthwhile.
This was the way that sex should be, and he had found it with Donna, the beautiful executive who would do anything that she wanted to do, the woman who could not be tied down.
"You are something else, Queen Donna," David said with a playful smile.
"And you are big and hard, King David," the woman said, touching his cock with her fingers.
"What do you think we ought to do with that hardness, Queen Donna?" David asked, keeping the play going for just a little bit longer.
"I think we ought to use it to mine for gold," the woman said with a sexy and bright grin.
"But where can we find a gold mine in this office, Queen Donna?"
The woman moved quickly and lay down on her back and spread her legs wide and smiled at him.
She touched her dark-haired pussy and spoke to him softly, keeping the game going for his pleasure and her own.
"I have a gold mine right here, King David."
Then she changed the game a bit and she giggled as she said, "No, not King David. You are King Solomon. And this is King Solomon's mine."
David laughed so hard that he thought for a second that he would lose his erection.
But then he looked at the woman's fine snatch and he sniffed that aroma that was on his fingers, that sweet aroma that came from that snatch, and he knew that he would not lose his erection until he came deep inside that mine, that mine that was fit for a king.
David moved over her and positioned himself very carefully as Donna Queenly Donna-lifted her hips and pulled his prick toward her sweet cavern of delight.
Why couldn't it always be this way? David wondered about that.
He wondered why more women did not know about the playfulness of sex.
But then all other women were blocked from his head as he moved his prick, his gold-mining machine, into her sweet and syrupy cunt.
At that moment, David did not think of Lynn, his wife, or Paula, the girl who was alone.
He thought only of Donna, the sexy and wonderful woman who wrapped her legs around his body so carefully and then started to move with him as he plunged deep into her gold mine.
King Solomon's mine, he thought. He was driving his cock deep into the greatest treasure on earth, the cunt of a woman, a wonderful and cheerful woman.
And he dug for gold in that mine as she tightened her hold on him with her legs and reached up and pulled his face down to her and kissed him with a soft and sweet passion.
They worked with glee on that carpeted floor, worked and sighed and felt good about each other. David fucked Donna with a steady rhythm and she caught that rhythm and fucked him too.
She moved under him like a dancer and he felt like a dancer too, a noble and graceful animal.
He was a fun-loving animal. She had shown him that fun was possible with sex.
And he dug away for several minutes in King Solomon's mine.
Finally, he knew that he could not stand to dig any longer and he moaned to Donna as he drove his cock deep into her.
"I am going to come," he said.
"So am I. So am I," she gasped. "Come in me, you king stud. Come in me, you sweet, wise Solomon."
And he slammed her hard and then held his cock in her while she twisted under him and had her own orgasm.
And he came too, sighing and trembling and feeling as powerful and as joyous as a king who had just won a battle.
Then he pulled his prick out of her gold mine and moved to one side and lay down on the carpet.
He grinned at her.
"I think I found gold, oh, Queen of Sheba," he said.
"I know you did, King Solomon. You just about ripped me apart with that cock of yours."
"Well," he sighed, "it was the only way that I could find out which one was the true mother."
And then they both chuckled and they turned and held each other close there on the floor.
The buzzer on the black box on the desk went off. and David, cursing under his breath, got up to find out what his secretary wanted.
"I thought I told you that I did not want to be disturbed," he growled at the woman out front through the box.
"I know, sir," the secretary said. "But the man on the phone insists that it is important. It is something about your wife."
"My wife? Very well. I will take the call."
Before he picked up the receiver, he froze for a moment.
Had something happened to Lynn? Had she been hurt? Had she been killed?
He looked at Donna, who was sitting up on the floor now, naked and well-fucked.
If something had happened to his cold wife while he was fucking another woman, he thought, he did not know what he would do.
He did not know if he could consider a sign or a punishment or just-Finally, he worked up the courage to pick up the phone.
"Hello? David Young here. Is something wrong with my wife?"
"You bet there is," the man on the other end of the line said. "She is fucking crazy."
The voice sounded familiar to David, but it took him a few seconds to place it.
And then he knew that it was Dan Stone, the former college buddy and ex-con, the man that he had not been able to help.
"Dan," he said, "what do you-"
"She sucked my cock," Dan said, cutting off his old friend.
"What? Who?"
"Lynn, your crazy wife. She sucked my cock, I tell you."
"But I don't understand, Dan," David said, knowing that his friend had been driven more than a little batty by his time in prison.
"I went to your house to get revenge and I was going to rape her and show you that you could not treat me like a piece of pig-shit."
"Dan, I never-"
"But she liked it, David. When I got tough with her, she liked it. She sucked my cock and she called me daddy."
"Dan-"
"Get rid of her, David. I say that as an old friend. Get rid of that bitch. She is fucking crazy."
And then Dan hung up quickly.
David stood there with the receiver in his hand and tried to figure this out.
"She liked it," he muttered to himself.
"Has something happened to your wife, David?" Donna asked, as she sat there on the floor.
And David noticed that there was real concern in her voice.
Donna was not the kind of woman to wish any woman ill just because she had fucked that woman's husband. David liked that. But he was still confused. He looked at Donna and he decided to tell the woman the whole story. She had had a lot of sexual experience, he" thought.
Perhaps Donna would be able to make sense out of his wife and what she enjoyed and what she did not enjoy.
"Donna," the man said, "I have to tell you something. I need your advice."
And the man sat down naked on the floor in front of Donna and told her all.
He told her about how his wife had never really liked sex all that much. He told her about how she had stopped fucking him all together and worked with the vibrator to get her own pleasure. And then he told her about what Dan had told him
"Dan is half-crazy. I know that, Donna," he said. "But he said that Lynn liked it and he said that she even called him Daddy. That does not make any sense at all. She was raised by her grandmother. I don't even think that she remembers her own father."
Donna listened to all of it with interest. She nodded her head from time to time and she asked a few questions. But then, when the story was completed, she thought that she had it pretty well figured out.
"I think I know your wife's problem, David," she said softly.
"What is it, Donna? I want to help her if I can. Tell me what you think her problem is."
"Guilt."
"What?"
"Guilt. Plain and simple guilt."
"Guilt?"
"Sexual guilt, David. Something has happened to her that has made her feel guilty about sex. What you need to do as her husband is find a way to help her work out that guilt."
"Guilt," he muttered.
"Guilt," Donna repeated with a nod of her head. "Guilt."
"But I don't know what she could feel guilty about, Donna."
"It is probably something that she had not told you about, David."
"Really?"
"She feels too guilty to tell you about it."
"Oh."
"Perhaps she will tell me, however," the woman said with a smile. "What?"
"David, I would like to visit with your wife this evening, before you get home. I would like to go over and see her and try to get her to reveal to me what she will not reveal to you."
"But why should she tell you, Donna? She does not even know you."
"I have my ways of getting information out of people," the woman said with a smile.
And David knew that her ways were sexual ways. He wondered what she planned to do to Lynn.
But he was desperate. He wanted to help his wife in any way that he could.
"All right, Donna," he said. "What do you want me to do?"
CHAPTER SIX
Lynn was still confused as she took her shower that afternoon, still trying to figure out how she was going to change her life and make it better.
But she already knew one thing. She did not intend to tell her husband about his friend's visit that afternoon, about the way that Dan Stone had brutalized her. She did not really believe that a crazy man like Dan Stone would think to call her husband and tell him about his wife's ordeal as he had claimed that he was going to do. That man would probably not even know how to use a telephone, and Lynn remembered that David had ignored his phone calls before.
So the wife decided that she would keep that visit to herself.
After her shower, Lynn dried herself off and then walked naked into her bedroom.
David would probably work late that afternoon, she thought, as he had been working late almost every night for the past few months.
Lynn thought about David and how much she really loved him and she shivered.
She did not want her husband working late, and she certainly did not want him fucking other women, which is what she suspected that he did on these late nights at the office.
She wanted David at home, in bed with her, making love to her. She could learn to enjoy it, she thought, if David would only give her a chance.
She sighed and fell on the bed and thought that, perhaps, she had already spoiled her last chance with David. She might never be able to win him back now.
But she wanted him back. She wanted to feel his cock moving in and out of her pussy again.
She wanted to learn to love sex with him. Now that she had something like an answer to her problem, she thought, she could learn how to enjoy anything if she were only given enough time to experiment.
But what did she really want from her husband? She still did not know for sure.
Her mind felt like a fog had been lifted slightly, revealing just the shapes of things that made sense to her.
She wanted to clear all of that fog away so that she could see it all clearly and know what was in store for her in life.
She did not blame her father. She knew that he was just a Kansas farmer who had tried to do his best.
She could not even blame herself, but she knew that she still had barriers, still had things that she had to do before she could really love her husband as he deserved to be loved.
She hummed a little tune there on the bed and then remembered the other kind of humming that she loved so much.
She got up and went to the closet and got the box out. The vibrator had helped her to clear away fog in her brain before. She just hoped that she would be able to do it again.
The housewife took the little humming machine out of its box and flipped it on and she smiled as she heard that nice, soft, little sound, the sound of pleasure, the only sound of pleasure that she had had for the longest time.
And she moved to the bed and lay down in the middle of that big thing and started to move the vibrator over her body. She liked to play like this, to put that humming, soft, exciting thing on her throat and then on her nipples and then slowly move it down her body until it reached her clit, the place where she wanted it to be.
She liked to make herself wait just a little bit with that vibrator.
She liked the feeling of sexy torture that the waiting gave to her.
She moved the humming thing over her left nipple and held it close to that pinkness and sighed as she felt the soft skin grow hard and bumpy and excited.
And then she slipped the little hummer over to the other nipple and held it there and sighed again as she felt the excitement enter her and make her feel very good.
She was moving the vibrator down her body slowly, letting the thing slip across her queasy stomach, when she heard the woman speak, to her.
"That is a very good model," she said. "I have one just like it."
And, when she heard the voice, Lynn jerked the vibrator away from her body and stared at the dark-haired woman who stood there in the doorway of her bedroom.
"Who are you?" she asked.
And then she noticed that the thing was still humming, humming up there in the air where she held it. She flipped it off and felt like blushing because she had been caught with her little toy.
"I am Donna," the woman said, "and I hope that we can be friends, Lynn."
"How did you know my name?" the housewife asked. "How did you get in here."
But the dark-haired woman just moved closer to the bed and smiled at her.
Even though she was shocked to have that woman there in the bedroom with her, even though she was embarrassed to have been caught with her humming toy, she liked the woman's smile.
And she knew that the woman was very attractive and sexy.
"We have a lot in common, Lynn," the woman said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Like what?" the housewife asked softly, her voice tight with anxiety.
She could not think of anything that she would have in common with that woman.
That woman seemed so sure of herself, Lynn thought, and Lynn knew that she was not sure of anything, not yet, not really.
"We have your husband in common," the woman said, smiling at Lynn again with that sweet and sexy expression.
"You know David?"
"Yes," Donna said, "I work with David, and I fucked him for the first time this afternoon. He was very good."
Lynn felt her muscles tense with Donna said that, said that she had fucked David.
It was what the housewife had always feared, she remembered.
Her husband was screwing around on her, and, if he could fuck a beautiful woman like this one, Lynn thought, then her chances of winning David back were practically nil.
But then Donna said something that calmed Lynn's fears-slightly.
"David cares for you a great deal, Lynn, and he wants to help you if he can," the woman said softly to the wife.
"Help me with what?"
"Help you to find yourself so that you can enjoy sex with him. It hurts David that you do not enjoy sex with him. And you really should, you know. He is very good when it comes to fucking."
"I know. I know," Lynn blubbered.
And then all of the sadness of all of the years since the night of her high school graduation seemed to burst from her and Lynn started to weep as she had never wept before.
She moved toward Donna and put her head in the woman's lap and cried as the woman stroked her hair and comforted her.
"I know he is good in bed," Lynn sobbed. "It is all my fault. I was a whore. My father said that I was a whore. I sucked my own father's cock and then I knew that I would hurt David bad if I let him get infected with me. And I loved him too much to let him be hurt. I loved him too much. Too much. Too much."
All of the truth that had been locked in Lynn for years came rumbling out her as she lay there and cried.
Donna tried to make sense of what the housewife was saying, but she was having trouble.
She knew that Lynn would have to explain all of this in more detail in a few minutes, when the shock of all that truth had worked its way through her system.
She just stroked the housewife's hair and let the woman cry and looked at the woman's naked, heaving body.
Lynn looked good, she thought, very good. It would be wonderful to help such a sexy woman enjoy sex again.
And Donna knew that David would appreciate having his sexy wife writhing with joy as he slammed his cock into her. He would appreciate it so much that he might even continue to fuck Donna from time to time, the woman thought.
Not that she really needed David all that badly. She had lots of other men who were willing to fuck her anytime she wanted.
But David had been especially good, and Donna knew that she would get the craving for him every once in a while.
And the wife was sexy too, she thought, as she ran her fingers out of Lynn's hair and over the woman's nude back.
Then, when Lynn had cried herself dry, she sat up and Donna started to ask her questions.
But the housewife interrupted Donna's questions with one of her own.
"How did you get in here, Donna? I know that the door was locked. I always keep it locked."
Donna held up a key.
"David lent me the key," she said with a grin. "He thought that I would be able to come here and help you. And I think that I can, if you will only tell me in some detail what you think is wrong."
Lynn took a deep breath and started to talk.
She had never told so much truth at one time in her life, she thought.
But it felt good to be telling that truth to Donna. She thought that the woman just might be able to help her.
She told the beautiful woman about Jimmy and her father and David too. She told the woman about Dan Stone's visit and his brutality and the way that she had enjoyed it because it had reminded her of her father's brutality.
"And I can't get over the idea that I deserve it somehow," she finally said. "I can't stop thinking that I deserve to be punished. Maybe if I felt punished, things would be better between me and David. I hope that they would be, Donna. I really do."
"I think you are right," the woman said, moving off the bed and standing up.
And that surprised Lynn. She had no idea that she would come up with the answer herself.
Yet Donna had agreed with her, had agreed that Lynn should be punished.
Donna turned and smiled at the naked housewife on the bed and started to take off her own clothes.
"Donna!" the housewife asked. "What are you doing?"
"I am preparing to punish and love you, Lynn," the woman said, pulling off her blouse.
And Lynn sat there with her eyes wide and her pussy heating up with excitement and watched the woman who had also fucked David take off her clothes.
When she was naked, Lynn thought, Donna was even more beautiful and sexy than before.
The housewife knew that that was not always the case with beautiful women. Some of them looked saggy and lost some of their sex appeal when their clothes were off. But Donna did not sag at all. Her body was firm and tanned and Lynn could tell that this woman sunbathed in the nude. There were no bathing suit marks on her body. She was one, solid, golden color.
Lynn looked at the woman and sighed. She had never done anything with a woman before, but she trusted Donna for some reason that she could not understand. She thought that this woman would have the key to her cure. Lynn lay back on the bed and waited for Donna, naked Donna, to approach her.
Donna did approach her, moving slowly. She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over Lynn's body.
She picked up the vibrator and turned it on. Lynn heard the buzz and stared at that sex toy there in Donna's hand. She smiled at the beautiful and tanned woman.
"This is a very good model," Donna said, holding the vibrator up in the air and letting it buzz in the stillness of the room. "I have a rather funny story about vibrators. Would you like to hear it?"
Lynn nodded her head. It had been a long time since she had heard a funny story.
"About five years ago, I belonged to a women's consciousness raising group. We would sit around one night a week and bare our souls and try to figure out what it meant to be a woman in the modern world. It was all rather silly, I think now, but the group helped me at that point in my life. It always helps to know that you are not alone, Lynn."
The housewife nodded her head again. She understood that perfectly now.
For so long, she had thought that she was alone, but now Donna was there and Lynn was not alone at all.
The naked housewife smiled and waited for the funny story.
"Well," Donna said, "at the time I was discovering the joys of vibrators. I had five different kinds that I used on myself and I enjoyed them all. At one group meeting, I opened up and told the other women about my vibrators and I become sort of an expert in their eyes, an expert on vibrators. A few nights later, I was at a party at one of those women's house. During the party, the hostess called me aside and asked me to come in the bedroom. She said that she had something that she wanted to show me. I went with her and, when we were in the bedroom, she pulled out a vibrator and she asked me if it was a good model. I explained to her that, as far as the style of the hummer went, it was just a matter of what got you off. I then said that the other way to judge a vibrator was by its sound. You did not want one that was too loud, that sounded like a blender or something. So I flipped the thing on. And it sounded like a train going through the house at top speed. Within a few seconds, everyone at the party was in the bedroom, staring at me as I stood there holding a vibrator in my hand. I just handed the thing back to the hostess and said, it's not a good model.'"
Lynn laughed in girlish giggles. It was a funny story, she thought. She listened to the soft humming of her own machine and she knew that she had a good model.
As the housewife laughed, the naked businesswoman moved the vibrator to Lynn's body and started to massage her breasts with the humming, warm thing.
Lynn's giggles died away and she gasped with the sudden feeling of sexual tension in her flesh.
Donna worked the vibrator around slowly on the woman, massaged her tits and moving the humming thing lightly against Lynn's nipples. She knew what this woman needed. She needed to be led through lust and punishment, guided to a real and sexy orgasm with another person.
And Donna knew that she was just the kind of guide that Lynn needed.
"Oh," the naked housewife said. "That feels so good, Donna."
And the naked businesswoman kept the vibrator moving, kept the humming next to Lynn's sexy body. The housewife began to toss on the bed and she stretched her arms over her head and tensed her body as if she were being tortured when Donna moved that vibrator down her firm and white stomach.
Then Donna lifted the vibrator off the woman's body and switched 'the thing off.
Lynn looked up at Donna and wondered what the woman was going to do next.
She hoped that Donna was not going to leave her. She hoped that the woman didn't hate her after giving her this thrill. Lynn wanted more thrills. She wanted to be cured of her memories and her frigidity.
But the businesswoman did not leave her. She put the vibrator down on the bed and she leaned forward and kissed Lynn softly on the lips.
"Now," she said, after that kiss. "You must trust me, Lynn. You must really trust me. I will help you get rid of your guilt and I will help you to feel passion. But you must listen to me and really believe what I say to you. I will not hurt you badly, but you must really believe me when I speak to your harshly. It is all part of the cure."
Lynn did not really understand what the woman was talking about. But she was willing to try anything. She needed to save herself and her marriage and her happiness.
She remembered that this woman, this beautiful woman, had fucked David.
And the wife remembered that her husband had asked the woman to come over and help his wife because he cared for Lynn so much. Lynn knew that Donna must have some good ideas for cures, and she was willing to let the woman work out those cures on her own body.
Anything, Lynn thought, anything to make her feel good again, to make her enjoy sex.
"All right," the naked housewife said softly.
And, when she said that, when she agreed to the punishment and the pleasure, Donna stood up and moved across the room. She kept her back turned to Lynn and the housewife looked at that tanned back, at the fine structure of bone and muscle there and wondered what was going to come next.
Donna remembered everything that Lynn had confessed to her. She knew that she had to work those details into the punishment in order for the punishment to cure her, to make sense to the housewife.
And then Donna turned slowly and looked at Lynn with that fiery, angry expression in her eyes.
When she saw that expression, the naked woman on the bed shivered.
She knew that this was what she had been craving for a long time. It was the same kind of anger that Dan Stone had shown to her earlier that day, the same kind of anger that had thrilled her thing.
"You whore," Donna said softly and sinisterly. "You slut. You broke your father's heart."
"Yes," the naked housewife gasped. "I did. I know I did."
"He was just a simple farmer from Kansas and you broke his heart with your whorishness."
"Yes," the woman mumured. "I did that to him. I know."
"There is only one thing that we can do with a woman like you," Donna said with a soft and evil smile.
"What?"
"Beat the whorishness out of you," Donna said firmly. "If we do that then your husband will be safe. You will be able to fuck him and not infect him and you will be able to feel all of the good things that he can give a woman."
"Yes," the woman murmured. "I want to feel all of those good things that my husband can give."
"Whore," Donna said, approaching the bed. "Slut. Worthless bitch."
And Lynn felt her pussy pulse with desire and she jerked as she started to sob out her surrender.
"Yes," she said. "Yes. All of those things. I am all of those things and even more. I am too bad for my husband."
"Too much of a whore for your husband," Donna said.
"Yes," Lynn sobbed. "Too much of a whore for him. Too much of a slut."
"But you won't be after I have spanked you," the businesswoman said. And then Lynn stopped sobbing and looked at Donna with her eyes wide.
"What?"
"I am going to spank you!" Donna proclaimed to the naked housewife. "But-"
"But what, whore?" Donna snarled. "What, you fucking slut?"
"But I have never been spanked before," the woman said softly. "Not even when I was a little girl. My parents did not believe in spanking. They did not-"
And then she stopped talking when she saw Donna smile.
Lynn knew that she had uncovered the cure then, that Donna knew that the spanking would allow Lynn to go back and get something that she had never gotten in her youth, in her childhood.
"Spanking," Donna informed the woman, "only comes from those who really care about you. Remember that, Lynn. Remember that I care about you and that David cares about you. That is the reason that I am going to spank your bare and sexy bottom."
"Yes," the woman murmured. "Yes, I will remember it all."
Donna sat down on the edge of the bed. Lynn looked over her body again, her firm, ripe tits and that muff of black hair that grew between her legs. Donna moved her hands over her thighs and spoke to Lynn in a soft but firm voice.
"Over my lap, whore," she said. "I want you over my lap so that I can spank you good and beat the whorishness out of you."
Lynn started to move slowly on the bed, to turn and crawl over Donna's lap.
The idea thrilled her, but it did more than that too. As she moved toward the woman, she sensed the cure already beginning to take its form in her body.
Her parents had never spanked her, but Lynn thought that she could already feel the heat that that spanking would generate in her body, the heat that would turn into lust and into sexual yearning by the time that the spanking was over.
It was that heat that the woman craved, the heat that would make sex so much better for her.
She crawled over Donna's lap and felt the woman's cool flesh under her own body.
And then Lynn lay there and waited for the hand of the businesswoman to fall on her bare bottom.
She waited and waited and waited. It seemed like she had been waiting for an eternity.
And yet Donna still had not struck her, had not started the spanking. Lynn looked back over her shoulder and saw Donna staring down at her rounded butt.
"Do it," she said softly. "I am a whore. Beat the whorishness out of me, Donna, and make me sweet and good and peaceful again."
Donna knew that she had to do it, but the woman's sexy buns captivated her.
She had never seen an ass so white and so sexy, the businesswoman thought. She had never been so turned on by a woman's ass.
Donna sighed with the feeling of heat that the ass was giving to her own system.
She wanted to cure this woman and offer her to her husband. She wanted David to enjoy this too.
She could only think of how good this sexy, white woman would be when she was cured of her guilt.
Donna raised her hand slowly and then brought it down on Lynn's bare rump.
The sound of the smack filled the still air of the room and Lynn yelped when the blow hit her.
After that first smack, the spanking came more easily to Donna.
The businesswoman hit the housewife again and again and watched with sexual glee as the whiteness of the ass turned pink with the heat from the blows that she had given Lynn.
The spanking continued, with smack after smack, first on one bun and then the other.
Donna started to gasp with the fever that she felt in her head and her hand as she watched the woman lift her legs and move them in the air, as if she were trying to fan the heat from her buns with her movement.
And Lynn started to sob again as she felt that heat in her body.
But the heat seemed to be running up her back from her buns and spreading throughout her body.
The woman cried and sobbed and kicked her legs and she felt that heat head for her cunt.
She knew that, when the heat got to her pussy, it would be where it was supposed to be. She knew that she would feel very sexy and guilt-free by then.
Donna snarled at her as she spanked the woman's ass with more vigor than ever before.
"Whore. Slut. You broke your father's heart. I am going to beat the whorishness out of you. I am going to protect David who fucks so well. I am going to make sure that you are about to fuck him too. I am going to give you what you deserve, you cunting whore, you piece of pigshit, you worthless slut."
And Lynn sighed and could think of nothing better that could happen to her. The heat was pulsing in her pussy like a ball of flame.
The naked housewife closed her eyes and imagined that the sun had fallen from the sky and had moved into her cunt. That was the way that a cunt should feel, Lynn thought. She had not felt so hot and so sexy in years. She had not felt the sun like this for years. She wanted to thank the naked businesswoman who was spanking her, but she knew that it was not time to thank her yet. She knew that the businesswoman was not finished with her punishment yet.
The housewife kicked and sobbed and felt the heat and the thanks growing in her system as Donna struck her ass again and again.
And then the spanking stopped, because Donna was, frankly, exhausted by her own work on that ass.
When the spanking was over, Lynn sighed and started to move off Donna's lap. She felt the woman's wetness as she slipped across that lap and she knew that the beautiful businesswoman was turned on, turned on by the spanking as much as Lynn was turned on by it.
Lynn lay back on the bed and felt the cool sheet against her hot ass. She sighed and opened her legs and ran her fingers down to her pussy. She had never felt this way before, she thought, had never felt so open and so calm when it came to sex.
She slipped her fingers into her snatch and closed her eyes for a moment and fantasized that her fingers were actually a cock, David's cock.
For the first time, she really wanted her husband's cock in her cunt.
She was not afraid of hurting him, she thought. She was not afraid of destroying him.
The dangerous whorishness in her system was gone, and there was only lust left, the lust that had been hiding down in her system for years, waiting for this chance to erupt into wonderful sexiness.
Lynn opened her eyes and looked at Donna and smiled.
"Thank you. I have been cured," she murmured. "Thank you, Donna."
Donna reached out and touched the hand that was on Lynn's pussy.
"There is a better way that you can thank me," she said.
"I will thank you that way too, Donna," Lynn said. "Come to me."
And the housewife pulled her fingers out of her snatch and lifted her arms and held them out for Donna.
The naked businesswoman went to her and moved her sexy body on top of Lynn's.
And the two females who knew David Young, who were doing all of this for David, kissed with passion. The red lips came together in a wet and soft and yearning kiss.
Lynn and Donna opened their mouths and Lynn put her arms around the woman and held her close as their tongues moved from one mouth to the other, moved from one warm cavern to the other.
As they kissed, Lynn lifted her legs and moved them over Donna's sides with a soft and sexy motion and two other caverns, two sweet and moist caverns met.
And then Donna started to move against Lynn, to move as if she were fucking the woman.
And Lynn moved under Donna, catching her rhythm and matching it.
Donna put her lips on Lynn's neck and kissed her there with soft and warm and wet kisses and sighed to her too.
"David will appreciate it so much. David loves you so much."
"Thank you, Donna," the housewife said. "Thank you for all that you have done for me and for David."
And then Lynn decided that she would give Donna permission to do something, would give her a gift that the woman would really appreciate.
"You can still fuck David any time that you want to, Donna," Lynn sighed as she moved under the businesswoman and felt the heated buns of her body move against the cool sheet as she worked her fingers down Donna's body and felt that woman's ass too.
Donna's ass was cool and firm and rounded and wonderful.
Lynn thought that she and Donna made a perfect combination, hot ass and cool ass, two dark-haired beauties, one tanned and one white, both loving the cock of David Young, both wanting to please him and please each other.
Then Lynn thought about that vibrator story that Donna had told and she chuckled again to herself.
A good model, she thought, as she lifted her legs high and moved them around Donna's tanned back.
She listened to the humming sound that Donna made against the side of her face as they humped each other in a sexy and slow way, and she thought that that businesswoman was the really perfect model, was the one who had given her more than any machine could ever give her.
The two females moved together and hummed together there on that bed and felt the sweetness and the warmth and the goodness that they shared.
Then Lynn turned with Donna, turned on that cool sheet until she was on top.
And, when she was on top, the naked,, sexy housewife started to move slowly down the businesswoman's tanned and beautiful body. She sucked one of Donna's nipples into her mouth and she felt the woman squirm when she did that.
Lynn knew that she was going to wind up sucking the woman's clitoris and tonguing her cunt.
She had never done anything like that before, but the housewife wanted to do it then.
She wanted to repay the woman for the spanking that she had given her. She wanted to repay Donna for the cure.
As Lynn moved down the woman's body, licking and kissing, she was sorry that she had never had a sister.
Lynn had been an only child, and now she regretted that.
If she had had a sister, she thought, she would have wanted a sister like Donna, sexy and giving and knowledgeable. She would have wanted to have a sister that she could share things like this with.
And then the housewife worked her tongue into Donna's navel and felt the woman jerk with passion.
And she thought that she did have a sister now, a sexy sister in the real sense of the term.
She and Donna shared so much, so much passion and so much brutality and so much hot lust at that moment.
And they shared David too. They would continue to share the husband, Lynn thought.
And that was the way that real sisters should share.
By the time she had come up with that sister combination in her head, Lynn was licking the soft, dark hair over Donna's cunt and she was smelling the wonderful aroma of a turned-on woman.
Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to stick her tongue deep into her sister's pussy and taste the ultimate sisterly sweetness of Donna.
And she spread those pretty, pink folds of the pussy and did just that.
The naked housewife ran her tongue into the cunt and tasted the sweetness as the naked businesswoman churned on the bed with lust.
"Oh, Lynn," she sighed. "That feels so good. So hot. Keep it up. Oh, Lynn, lick my cunt."
And Lynn knew that it was hot, hot just as her ass was hot, hot just as Donna's hand had been hot when she had spanked the housewife, hot like the lust that they shared.
But there was something else in Lynn, something that seemed very cool indeed.
And the housewife thought about that something as she licked on the businesswoman's cunt.
That something was a strange soft sort of peace, a cool peace, and she loved that peace and knew that she had Donna to thank for that peace. She thanked the woman now with her tongue deep in the businesswoman's snatch.
It was that cool peace that meant the most to Lynn, the housewife thought.
It was that cool peace that would make her a better wife for her husband.
It was that cool peace that had brought the truth out of her and had made her feel again.
Lynn thought that it was strange that such a hot spanking could bring her such a cool peace. But she was glad that she had had the spanking and she accepted the peace-Just as she accepted the sweetness of Donna's wonderful pussy and the way that Donna squirmed on the bed.
This was the kind of peaceful lust that every woman should feel, Lynn thought.
And she was feeling it now for the first time in years.-
CHAPTER SEVEN
David sat in the little park near his townhouse and waited until he could go home to his wife.
He was sitting there hoping that Donna would be able to work a cure on Lynn, and he was looking at the strange human creatures who moved through the park in the winter evening. As he looked at those creatures, those ragged and tattered and crazy men and women, he kept thinking of that guard in Paula's apartment and wondering if he would have ever had the courage or the anger to hurt someone who tried to hurt him or Lynn or someone else that he cared about.
A tall thin man was sitting on another bench in the park and he was staring at David.
He had a slack grin, the kind of silly expression that gave David the chills. The business executive tried to ignore the man, but he saw the tall man get up slowly and move toward David, dragging his feet as if he had been wounded in some war.
"If you don't give me money," the man said, "I will give you the evil eye."
"What?" David muttered, looking up.
He was angry now. He wanted to sit there and think about his wife and the change that she might be undergoing at this very instant. He did not even want to talk to that strange guy. And he certainly did not want to give the man any money.
"If you don't give me money," the man said again, his voice harsh as the winter wind, "I will give you the evil eye."
David could not stand it. That was too much. He felt his New York City wrath come up in his throat, hot and dry and ready to burst out.
"Listen, Buddy," he snarled, "if you don't leave me alone, I am going to rip your fucking heart out and hand it to you before you fall."
And the man staggered back. When David saw that, saw that the man was actually afraid of him, he felt very masculine and very proud. He started to stand up slowly, and the man held up his hands and shook his head.
"No, friend," he babbled. "No evil eye for you. Just leave me alone. I haven't been feeling well since the war."
And the tall, thin man turned and ran through the park, through the ice and snow.
David felt good when he saw that man running, felt proud of his own masculine force.
There was just so much city bullshit that any man could stand, he thought, and then he rebelled and fought back. Just like that guard who had crippled the kids who had mugged his mother, David felt that he had a right to hurt someone if they bothered him.
The business executive sat down on the bench again and took a deep breath and let the cold air invade his lungs.
It felt good and clean and manly in his body. Then he sighed and let that cold air out.
David started to wonder if he would have been able to tear that man's heart out.
He had been angry with the man, he thought, but had he been that angry? David knew that he could fight. He had taken boxing lessons in college and he had stayed in shape over the years by working out at the gym.
But he wondered if he could ever work up the wrath to really hurt someone.
And then David turned and saw the other man standing a few feet away. That man was staring at him too, and David recognized the man and felt that wrath come back to him hotter than ever.
It was Dan Stone, his old college buddy. That big, hairy, half-crazy ex-convict had called him that afternoon and had told him that his wife was crazy. He had told David about the way that Lynn had sucked on his cock.
When David saw Dan standing there, he knew that he could become angry enough to really hurt or kill somebody.
He thought about the way that Dan Stone had brutalized Lynn and he knew that he could easily kill that man.
David stood up and started to walk toward his old college chum.
"How are you, Dan?" he asked with a friendly grin. "How have you been getting along?"
Dan tensed his body and stood there and looked at David with a piercing and angry stare.
"You turned your back on me, David," he said. "When I called you and asked you to help me, you did not even want to talk to me."
"There was nothing that I could do for you, Dan," David said. "Nothing."
"Nothing."
Dan chuckled and put his hands on his hips and grinned at his old friend.
"Well, I did something for you today," the man said with a mad glint in his eye. "I made your wife suck my cock and I found out that she was crazy. That is something that you should thank me for."
And that is when David hit him square in the face with all of his mad, manly power.
Dan Stone slapped his hands over his bleeding nose and staggered back and fell in the snow.
David crouched, waiting for Dan to get up. Dan was bigger than he was, and the business executive knew that he would have a fight on his hands if the man did get up.
But Dan just sat there in the snow like a little boy and looked at the blood on his hands, the blood that had come from his nose. Then he looked up at David.
"I thought that you would thank me for finding that out," he said.
And David could tell that the half-crazy man was telling the truth, was really shocked that his old friend did not thank him for making his wife suck on that half-crazy cock.
"This is how I thank you, you fucking bastard," David snarled.
And he kicked Dan Stone in the ribs with all of his fury.
The man lay down in the snow and gasped when he was kicked. He curled his body up and shivered there in the cold night and then David heard the vomiting and turned his back quickly.
He knew that Dan was throwing up there in the snow and he did not want to see it.
Suddenly, David felt very sorry for what he had done to his old friend there in the snow.
He knew that he would never be able to work up the anger that that guard had worked up when he had shot and crippled those two black young muggers. That guard had not seen the complexities of the situation. That guard probably thought that Paula Mitchell was a tramp too.
David knew about all the complexities now and he knew that he could not hurt his crazy college buddy any more. He knew that it was not really Dan's fault. The man was sick. The prison life had done strange things to him, and his life had been ruined by that imprisonment.
David remembered that, at one time, everyone had said that Dan had a wonderful future.
And now the young man was lying in the snows of New York City, broke and throwing up and half-mad with senseless anger after being kicked by his best friend, by the man who had turned his back on him when he was in need.
David wanted to turn around and help Dan up and take him back to his house and feed him.
But the complexities of the situation would not even allow that.
David did not want to turn around and look at his friend again. He never wanted to see Dan Stone again. He kept his back turned to the vomiting man as he snarled at him.
"Get out of New York City and don't ever come back. If I see you around here again, I will kill you, Dan. I swear that I will kill you."
And then David walked away from his old friend, wondering if he would really kill Dan.
He knew that it would make no difference, really. Dan, vomiting and in pain, would believe him and would not show his face around that part of the city again. He might even try to get out of the city and go to another place where some other college friend lived. More than likely, David thought sadly, he would wind up dead in the snow, frozen and hungry and peaceful at last.
David wished that he could help his old friend, but the complexities would not allow that any longer.
Dan Stone was going to have to be alone until he died, friendless and crazy and cold.
David walked down the street toward his townhouse. He looked at his watch. Donna had told him that he could come home after nine o'clock, not before. It was now eight-thirty.
He still had thirty minutes to kill before he went home and found out if his wife was all right, cured and new and lusting. He stopped in a bar on the corner and ordered a drink and sipped on it.
He listened to a conversation that was going on a few feet away at a table.
Two middle-aged businessmen were talking, and one of them was talking loudly, almost screaming in his anger.
"So I told my fucking wife, 'Listen, you don't do anything around here all day. The least you can do is have dinner on the table when I get home.' And she says to me that she is sorry and she starts crying and I hit her. Boy, did I hit her. I felt like stretching her ass-hole over a door-knob. If there is one thing that I can't stand, it is some crying little, fat woman. I tell you, she made me so mad. I hit her hard. And for that, for that one little smack, the bitch leaves me and takes everything I own in court. I got nothing now, nothing. I am living in a furnished studio apartment and I can't even get my porn collection because she is holding onto to all of those books. I ask you, what does she want with all of those books? I meant, she can't get turned on at all. She is just doing it to spite me because I hit her that one time. She broke me. She really broke my ass and I ain't got nothing now."
"Good," David muttered under his breath, not even looking at the man as he said it. "You deserve to be broken, you slimy bastard."
And then he finished his drink and ordered another one and smiled, thinking that some things were right in the world.
"She lost weight too," the man who had been broken continued. "When she left me, she went on a diet and lost all kinds of weight and don't look half bad right now. I have seen her and I have to admit that she don't look half bad. And she has got some kid, some boy about twenty years old, living with her. He is fucking her and eating his food off my plates and probably reading my porn books too. Bitch. She is a real bitch. But she don't look half bad now. You know? Not half bad now? You know what I mean?"
The other girl mumbled something and David chuckled and felt like drinking a toast to that woman who had lost weight and who had moved in with a young man after breaking her husband.
Then he thought about his own wife, and he wondered if Lynn was better now.
He checked his watch. He had fifteen minutes left before he went home.
He drank his liquor slowly and looked outside at the new snow that was falling in the night and thought about Dan Stone. He wondered if his old friend was still lying out there in the snow, puking and feeling confused and crazy.
But the world was just too complex, the business executive thought.
And he knew that Dan Stone could never survive in such a complex world.
David finished his drink and paid his bar bill and walked slowly home.
The snow felt good as it fell on him and he remembered the times that he had played in the snow when he was a child.
Perhaps, he thought, the next morning he and Lynn could go out and build a snowmen and be really happy like children together.
Perhaps, he thought, things would work out all right in his marriage.
He arrived at his front door at nine o'clock sharp, and he used his key to open the door. As he walked into the house Donna was coming down the stairs. She was dressed and she was smiling.
She moved toward David and kissed him softly. Then she smiled at him.
"You have a great wife," she said. "But you have to spank her to get her really hot."
"What?"
He did not understand that at all. He had to spank her? That man in the bar had hit his wife and she had taken him for everything that he had.
"The spanking gets her hot and lets her work out her guilt," Donna said. "You don't have to hurt her, just treat her like you would a bad, little girl, a girl that you really loved."
"Oh."
Then Donna put on her coat and suggested something else.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, David, and go up to her naked? I think that that would be nice and sexy. Don't you?"
"Yeah," David mumbled. "Sure. Nice and sexy."
But David was thinking about Paula. He had taken off his clothes and had gone into her bedroom naked and that whole night had been very confusing.
Still, Donna was usually right about so many things. Donna knew how to make sex carefree and happy.
"Is she better now?" David asked as Donna stood there, prepared to leave him and his wife alone. "Do you think that she will let me do it to her now?"
"Oh, yes," Donna said. "She is all better, David, and she is very loving and sexy too."
"Did you make it with her, Donna?" the husband asked.
"Of course," the woman said with a grin.
"Oh."
"She was very good with me. But now she has taken a shower and she is waiting up there for you, and she will be even better with you. I am sure of that, David."
"Oh."
"I will see you at work in a couple of days. Lynn says that we can continue to fuck from time to time. I hope that you will not mind doing that with me."
"Oh, no," David said quickly, still confused and a little dazed. "I would not mind that at all."
"She is a very good woman," Donna said. "You just have to spank her and make her feel some heat. The guilt had made her very cold over the years, but the spanking gets rid of the guilt, you see."
"I see," David muttered, but he was not sure if he saw at all, if he understood what this woman was telling him about his wife.
"What did she have to feel guilty about?" he asked.
"She will tell you that, David," Donna said. "She will tell you all the truth about her life in good time. But spank her first and then fuck her. That is what you should really be doing tonight. Not talking to her really. Just spanking and giving her heat and fucking her in that heat and making her feel very good."
"All right," David said, feeling as if he had just been given some medical advice from a doctor.
Donna touched his face with her fingers and smiled at him.
"It will be good, David," she said. "I promise you. Now, I must be going. I have to meet George Gleason for a late dinner."
"George Gleason?" David asked with a grin.
He knew George Gleason, the head of the sales department. He had never suspected that that man would be Donna's type. He was married and middle-aged and overweight.
Donna smiled and nodded her head to David Young and winked.
"George Gleason," she said softly, "is hell on wheels in bed."
And then she opened the door and left the townhouse. David closed the door behind her and looked out the window and saw her walk down the street and hail a cab. When she got into that cab, David chuckled to himself.
"George Gleason," he said. "Hell on wheels in bed. Well, what do you know."
Donna, he thought, could make any man hell on wheels in bed. She was that exciting and that carefree with her sex.
And then David looked up the stairs. He locked the front door and stood there and knew that his wife was waiting for him in the bedroom, a new and lusting wife, a wife that he would have to spank and then fuck.
Donna, the sex doctor of his life, had told him to do that, and he knew that he would have to follow her advice.
David pulled off his jacket and grinned as he looked up those stairs. Then he felt the urgency, the need to try out his new wife, rise in him, and he stripped quickly and dropped his clothes on the floor there in the hallway.
In a few seconds, he was bounding up the stairs and he was shouting like a character in one of those old TV series.
"Honey, I'm home!"
David Young moved naked into his bedroom and looked at Lynn. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was naked too. She was smiling at him with those red, soft lips.
"I am glad that you are home," she said softly. "Very glad."
David almost wanted to weep with the happiness that he felt at that moment.
He looked at his wife and he remembered that it had not been that long ago that she had been up there, using her humming, little machine on herself, when he had come home.
That had disgusted him, sickened him, weakened him, and it had driven him into the arms of Paula Mitchell.
But things were different now. Donna had cured his wife and had helped David too with her carefree and happy fucking.
The husband still did not really understand what was going on in his wife's mind, why he would have to spank her like a bad girl before he could fuck her.
But he knew that he was willing to do that, knew that he would spank her and then fuck her with delight, now that Donna had found the cause of her coldness and had heated the woman up for her husband.
David looked at Lynn and thought that she did look very warm now, warm and soft and loving.
But he wanted her hot, and he knew that, if he followed Donna's orders-the doctor's orders-he would have a hot wife on his hands very soon.
He leaned against the door and looked at her and spoke softly.
"Donna tells me that you have been a bad girl, Lynn," he said. "Donna tells me that you need a good spanking."
When she heard that, Lynn's pussy started to quiver with desire.
The wife looked down at the floor and she murmured to her husband.
"Yes," she said, "Donna is right. I do need a good spanking. I have been a bad girl, David."
As the husband moved toward his wife, he suddenly felt the power, the great power of his own masculinity.
He knew that he was going to enjoy spanking his wife and getting her hot that way.
He did not really understand why he was going to enjoy it. His emotions at that moment, like everything else in the world, were too complex.
But he knew that he looked forward to spanking his wife's white buns and he knew that his cock was getting hard already as he approached her and thought about the prospect of slapping her ass with his hand.
David moved onto the bed and sat down next to his wife. He spoke to her like a stern father.
"Over my knees, Lynn. You are going to get your spanking now."
She looked at his lap and she saw the hardening cock, and even though she knew that her husband was going to sting her and hurt her a little bit with the spanking, she smiled.
She felt good because she knew that David's hard prick was going to be in her very soon.
She moved over his knees slowly and lay across his lap with that hard cock jabbing her.
'.She groaned with the sexy delight that she felt at that moment.
She was offering her ass to her husband, she thought, like a good wife should.
"I have been a bad, little bitch," she said, her voice sounding almost childish. "Spank me, David. I deserve it. Heat up my cold ass and make me feel good."
And David looked at those white buns and remembered that Donna had worked with his wife just a few minutes before, remembered that Donna had probably spanked those buns too. That made everything even more exciting to the husband. He thought that he was sharing something wonderful with Donna, the good doctor, the woman who had made his marriage better with her cure.
David Young lifted his hand and brought it down hard on Lynn's butt.
He heard the smack and he felt the sting in his hand and he watched as his wife jerked.
And then Lynn lifted her legs and cried out to him in her passion.
"Spank me, David!-Make me hot and good and then fuck the shit out of me!"
That was all that he needed to drive him on, his wife's words of lust.
David still did not understand what was really going on.
But he knew that he wanted to spank his wife and get her ass hot and fuck the shit out of her.
And he could not believe that she would want it too. She had never wanted such a thing before.
But she wanted it now, and the past made no difference to David Young.
He knew that he and his wife had a wonderful future together now.
He brought his hand down on her ass again and hit her with another smack. He liked the way that the spanking made his palm hot and tingling. And he knew that the spanking was doing the same thing to his wife's buns.
Lynn was not frigid any longer. She was going to be hot and ready to fuck in just a few short minutes. Thinking that, David brought his hand down on her ass again and again, smacking her, charging her with sexual electricity and feeling his own cock rise and harden under her as she kicked and moved against that prick.
Lynn moaned with desire and that made
David feel even better, even harder, even more manly.
As he spanked her ass, he started to speak to her and tell her how bad she had been.
She answered him with words of surrender and agreement, the kind of words that he loved to hear.
"Bad girl," he said, smacking her hard.
"Yes, I have been bad, David. Spank my bad, little ass."
"Bad, little girl."
"Yes, David. Heat me up and then fuck me."
"Bad, little bitch of a girl."
"Yes, David. I am that. Heat up my ass. Punish me."
"Bad, little whore of a girl, Lynn. You are a bad, little whore of a girl."
"Yes, Daddy," she suddenly moaned, "beat me and make me good again."
Daddy?
The word rang in David's head like a bell, and he remembered that Dan Stone had said that Lynn had called him Daddy too. David thought now that that was part of Lynn's secret past, part of the story that she had not told her husband for some reason or another. But she would tell him the story later on. She would reveal all later on.
Donna had promised him that, and he knew that Donna was always right about matters like this.
But David was not really interested in his wife's secret past right now.
He was more interested in the tingling that the spanking was giving his hand and the heat and the pinkness of his wife's sexy, rounded buns, the pinkness and the heat that had come from the spanking and that would add to her hot and wild lust.
He continued to spank her ass as she kicked her legs in the air and sobbed.
But he knew that she liked it, that she needed it, and he knew that he would understand more about the reasons behind his wife's needs later on, when she explained it all to him.
He did not want explanations now, however. He wanted sex, good and happy and lustful sex.
He wanted to conquer the complexity of the world by fucking his wife and making her happy and making himself happy too.
He slammed his hand down on her buns again and again, and he kept muttering to her and she kept moaning to him to tell him that he was right, correct about her bad ways, about her need for this punishment, this sexy little bit of heat and pain.
"Bad whore of a girl."
"Yes. Yes. David, spank my ass. Spank my bad ass."
"Bad slut of a girl."
"Yes, David. Spank me and make me good and sweet again."
"Bad girl. Bad whore. Bad slut. You need this spanking."
"Yes, I need it. My ass is so hot. My cunt is hot too. Spank me, David."
"Bad."
"Spank me and make me sweet and hot for you, David."
"Bad."
"Spank me and then fuck my hot, sweet pussy, David. My pussy is yours forever, David."
"Bad."
"I love you and I want to fuck you, David."
"Bad. Bad. Bad."
"I love you, David. Oh, God, how I love you!"
And, when he heard that, when he heard her proclamation of love, David stopped spanking his wife.
And he dropped his hand and sighed to Lynn as he ran his fingers over her hot, pink buns.
"I love you too, Lynn. I have always loved you. I would have spanked you before if I had known that you needed it to get hot."
"I did not really know it myself until this afternoon, David," the wife explained, sobbing with the pain of the spanking and the joy of her love for her husband.
"Donna showed you that?" David asked softly as he ran his fingers over her hot ass.
"Yes," Lynn said. "Donna showed me that the spanking was what I needed.
"Donna knows so much about sex," David sighed. "She showed me stuff too. She showed me that sex should be carefree and happy and gleeful. That way, it is not complex and confusing at all, Lynn. That way it is just animalistic fun, and that is the way that it should be."
Lynn looked back at her husband and saw the tears in his eyes.
She knew that David was happy then, that she had made him happy and that Donna had made him happy too.
And she felt the hardness under her, the straight and hard cock that pulsed against her flesh as she lay on his lap.
And she knew another way that she could make David very happy.
Lynn slipped off his body, crawled off his lap, and then she turned and pushed David back on the bed.
The husband lay back willingly and his cock sprang up quickly.
Lynn wrapped her fingers around that cock and shivered. She remembered that she had been handling a prick when all of her troubles had started so many years before.
But this rough snake of a cock was not going to give her any trouble at all.
This prick belonged to her husband and she loved him dearly, madly, passionately.
She felt that love in her mind, deep in her brain, and it seemed to cover all of her thoughts like a flood as she stroked the hard spear of male flesh.
And then she moved her red lips over that flesh and she kissed it.
David jerked when he did that and reached down and touched her dark hair.
"Yes, Lynn," he said. "Yes, that feels so good. I have wanted this for years."
And that reminded the wife that her husband had been patient with her.
Very patient, she thought.
He deserved a really good cock-sucking for all the time that he had waited, for all the patience that he had shown with her.
Lynn stuck out her tongue and licked the firm, good flesh of her husband.
Her tongue was warm and wet and loving and thrilling, David thought.
It felt even better than he had imagined that it would feel.
The wife opened her mouth and moved her face down over the cock and pressed her lips around the head of the member.
And the husband moaned with lust and ecstasy, feeling that soft pressure for the first time in his marriage.
David Young was in heaven, he thought, and he knew that his life would make sense from now on.
He felt all the complexities and confusions slip out of his brain and Lynn worked her way up and down on his cock, sucking him and wetting his already hard organ. Her mouth was the best part about her. He had always suspected that, he thought, and now he knew it for certain.
He lay there and groaned to her as she moved up and down on his cock.
"Good, Lynn. That is a good girl. Suck that thing. Yeah, that is good."
Lynn took all of her husband's cock into her and pressed her face against his body.
The prick was sweet in her mouth, so sweet that she did not want to let it go.
But she knew that he would use the cock to make her feel sweet, to fuck her, and she wanted that fucking a great deal.
And she felt that David deserved that fucking, because he had been so patient, so wonderfully patient.
The wife moved her mouth off the cock and turned on the bed and spread her legs wide.
Again, she felt the coolness of the sheet on her still hot ass, and she sighed and she fingered her pussy, feeling her own wetness and the heat that was down there too.
She moaned to her handsome husband, to the man who loved her enough to spank her for being bad.
"You have disciplined me and made me hot, David," she said. "Now fuck me. Fuck that heat that you have made."
And the husband smiled and moved on the bed, positioning himself over her.
He liked the way that she asked for it, liked the way that she used those sexy words.
She had never asked for it before, not even during those days when she had been submitting to his fucking because she thought that it was her duty as a wife to do so.
Now she wanted to fuck. It was not a duty at all. It was a need, a crying need from deep in Lynn's soul.
And David knew that his wife had been cured of her coldness.
He put his hands under her hot ass and lifted that ass up and pressed the tip of his hard and fat pecker to the lips of her vagina.
She sighed and shivered and shook and stretched her arms out wide on the bed when he did that.
His wife was more than ready, the husband thought. His wife was in need of this fucking, so much in need that she was trembling and sighing.
It was a welcome change from the coldness that she had shown him before.
And David thanked Donna for her lusty cure as he slipped his prick into her.
When he had just the head of that cock in his wife's cunt, Lynn shivered again and moaned to him in a voice that was soft and sweet and sexy and filled with passion.
"Fuck me, my husband. Fuck my hot, wet, yearning cunt, you stud."
And David slammed his cock deep inside of her and she twisted there, impaled on his prick and writhing with all of the lust that she felt in her body now.
It was all different now, he thought. There was no confusion and no complexity.
There was only love, the kind of love that he had hoped for for so long.
He worked his cock in and out of Lynn's hot, wet pussy.
And he lowered himself over his trembling wife and kissed with her the greatest desire that he could feel, kissed her and welcomed her to his bed for this first, real and happy fuck session.
And Lynn moved her legs up and wrapped them around his waist and sighed and felt passionate too. She opened her mouth to his tongue and rocked under him, feeling her husband fill her up with his cock and feeling the warmth that that fucking gave her.
She knew that that fucking was even better and warmer than the spanking that had preceded it. And she felt cured, cured and whole and sexy in her husband's strong and loving arms.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later that winter, on a fine and sunny-Saturday afternoon, David Young lay in his bed and wondered if he deserved to be so fucking lucky. He turned and studied the two women closely and grasped his cock as he watched them kiss each other and hold each other close.
They were both naked and beautiful and they both meant so much to him that he could hardly stand the ecstasy that he felt knowing that he had both of them on this afternoon.
Donna was lying on Lynn's body and she was kissing the woman with quick, firm, wet smacks and the two females moved forward, sighing and heaving and humping each other.
The aroma of excited womanhood filled the air in the room.
David took a deep breath and knew again that he was very lucky, perhaps the luckiest man in the world, he thought. What other man had such a thrilling combination with him on such a nice and bright, winter afternoon.
Lynn and Donna, he thought, Donna and Lynn.
They were a winning combination for David.
The business executive grasped his pole and watched the two women kiss and never felt more like a winner in his life than he did at that moment. He smiled at them.
Donna and Lynn both turned and smiled at him too. Then Donna spoke to him softly.
"I am going to work my way down your wife's sexy body now," she said, "and I am going to lick out her sweet pussy and make her come. You are going to see something that most husbands never get a chance to see. You should be grateful to us, David."
"Oh, believe me, Donna," the young man said earnestly as he tugged on his cock. "I am grateful. Very grateful."
Lynn kissed Donna's cheek softly and moved her body like an ocean under the other woman's form.
"He is grateful," she said to her friend. "He is grateful for everything that you have done for us."
"I am just happy that the two of you are happy," Donna said, "and I am happy that you still allow me to join you for special times like these. You don't know how much I look forward to these times, even with my busy sexual schedule. I think that these are the best times that I can have."
She held Lynn close to her and reached out and held David's hand too.
And then she remembered that she had made a promise to work her way down the woman's body and lick out her cunt while her husband watched. Donna felt a kinky thrill run through her nerves as she thought about that prospect, especially the part about the husband watching, David watching.
That made everything even sweeter, the businesswoman thought.
Anticipating that sweetness, Donna started to slip down Lynn's body and lick her throat with long and steady movements of her tongue.
David sighed and closed his eyes for a moment and remembered how they had started that little sex session earlier that day. They had started by spanking his wife. First, Donna had put Lynn over her lap and spanked and then David had done the same.
All the time, the two people had called her a bad girl and all the time she had thanked her husband and the woman for caring about her enough to discipline her.
Then David had fucked his wife while Donna had watched and now Lynn and Donna were going to put on this show for him. Lynn was getting the best of both worlds this afternoon, the husband thought. He and Donna had decided that Lynn would always be the center of attention whenever the three of them were together.
And it had worked out just that way, he thought now, worked out in such a sexy and kinky way that he never wanted this afternoon to end. He wanted to keep these two sexy women with him for all eternity.
Right then, Donna was sucking on Lynn's pink nipple with her soft lips.
And Lynn was feeling all of the heat of the ecstasy. David could tell that because she had her back arched and her fingers moving through Donna's dark hair, and she had her eyes closed. Her red lips were open.
Those lips, the husband thought. He loved those lips and he loved especially what those lips did to his cock when she sucked on him to get him hard and ready.
He and Lynn had fucked every night since that first time together and, on weekends, they rarely got dressed at all. Their lives were exciting and sexy, like the lives of newly-weds.
He listened as his wife moaned to her sexy, female lover.
"Oh, Donna, your lips are so good on my tit. Suck that fucking thing, Donna. Your lips turn me on so much."
And David knew that Donna's lips could turn a person on. He had felt those lips on his own body.
But he also knew that even Donna's lips were no match for his wife's lips.
That mouth, those lips were the best in the world, he thought.
Donna moved her mouth off the nipple and floated further down on the woman's body.
Lynn jerked and sighed as Donna licked and kissed her white stomach.
And David smiled as he watched that and felt his own cock getting harder and harder.
Then his sexy wife did something that he did not expect at all.
Lynn roused herself out of her ecstasy long enough to reach out and run her fingers down his body and find his prick with those fingers.
And she grasped that cock as David took his own hand away.
Her hand was soft and cool, like her red and wonderful lips, her husband thought with joy.
And then, as Donna moved further down her body, as the woman moved her mouth over the married woman's dark pussy hair, Lynn stroked that tower that jutted out from her husband's body and sighed aloud to both of her lovers.
"I love it. I love what you do to me. Both of you. I love it all."
The woman closed her eyes and felt so cured of guilt that she wondered now what the guilt had really felt like. She could not even remember what it felt like not to want to fuck her husband, not to get her regular once-a-night spanking.
Lynn felt Donna's fingers spread her pussy-lips and she felt the woman's cool, sweet breath on that wet and yearning part of her body.
And she sighed and knew that everything was perfect now.
Even in the winter, she was warm with her husband and Donna around.
Even in the winter, she could feel the heat of the spankings on her ass.
Even in the winter, she could feel the lust filling her and making her delicious.
