Roger Grayson has again brought to us a realistic novel out of our era, unexpurgated and shocking, but soul-stirring and factual, inasmuch as it dwells upon a stigma of our time: young divorce.
The statistics regarding the separation of youthful marriages within the first year of wedlock are staggering. The calendars of our courts are choked with Jones vs. Jones. Marriage counselors thrive, yet, divorce is ever on the increase across our nation. Although "Incompatibility" is the most common entered complaint, the word understandably disguises a multitude of frustrations, and so it did for Karen Lewis in The Two-Way Mirror when she reluctantly separates from Jeff, the boy-man she loves but is forced to leave.
When one knows two people as the reader immediately does Karen and Jeff, he becomes more than a mere witness to an understandable rape scene in the back seat of an automobile, or a spectator at a beautiful young woman's seduction by a stunning lesbian whose great dog plays more than a minor role in her life; he becomes a participant. Mr. Grayson has seen to that in his intimate and knowledgeable portrayal of his characters.
The individual struggle for success by these two talented young people, who, once separated, might be a galaxy apart from one another, vividly portrays the social enigma we as generations present and passing, face.
The world is run by two great schools, Enlightened rogues and religious fools!
The above were the cynical words of an Arab poet, and they apply so well to Grayson's The TwoWay Mirror. Religion, mistaught or distorted, innocently warped Karen Wilson Lewis, for as a child one necessarily looks up at his j (her)! parents in awe. All spoken is truth, even if it comes from the tongues of rogues. "As innocent as a new laid egg," W.S. Gilbert once said, and such is the character of Karen Wilson Lewis.
We, as publishers, are proud to bring forth this work of the author. It speaks of our time and our misguided theories. Theologians who debated the number of angels able to dance on the head of a pin, or who devoted their time and energy to calculating the velocity at which the fallen angels fell, were no more niggingly disputious or bizarrely credulous and naive than are those moralists who would deny a man the right to take his mate however, or whenever he might choose.
It is small wonder, we feel, that an increasingly well-educated and sophisticated people, sickened at what is said and done in the name of morality, should abandon a sex-code productive of such stupidities and evils.
In answer, we proudly offer The Two-Way Mirror by Roger Grayson. We feel certain the reader will profit as we have from its lesson.
-The Publishers.
CHAPTER 1
It was June 6th, her ex-husband's birthday; Karen Wilson awakened with a start and almost immediately fell into a state of depression. In fact, she had slept fitfully, the darkened hours measured in short, fleeting nightmares in which she kept seeing Jeff's bloodied face in death where he had fallen from an enemy shell; she had cried off and on throughout the night. It had been horrible. Now, she wondered where he was, if he was all right. He had been discharged when his tour of duty was up, that much she knew, and that was all she knew about him.
Eighteen months we've been separated, divorced, good Lord, is it possible...?
The lovely young girl swung from her bed naked, her long blonde hair an entangled mess from her sleepless rolling and tossing. She crossed the room to her vanity, her perfectly round and full buttocks quivering slightly with the movement; she ran a brush quickly through her lengthy, silken, honey-colored tresses. The raising of her arms lifted her firm and lushly copious, high-set, widely spaced breasts to a regal state, their rose-tipped nipples distending sensitively as she watched in the mirror before her. Strange, she meditated, how the mere thought of him could arouse her this way, yet when they had been together she had invariably frozen
up.
He is twenty-five today, two years older than me, We would've been married two years, I-I wonder if he ever thinks of me...?
Subconsciously, she noted her slender waist and the way it flared into round, attractive hips. Her shape pleased her. Her stomach was flat and smooth as it should be, and her thighs were long, full-swelling, as did her calves taper admirably into thin, well-formed ankles. There was nothing fraudulent about her body, she thought proudly, no pads necessary, no defacing blemishes, and the soft golden down that sparsely covered her pubic mound denoted her natural complexion. The term divorcee did not fit her, she thought bitterly.
She picked up her robe, slipping into it, then looked closer into the mirror. Her eyes were swollen and puffy. She poked at the little bags beneath them irritably with a long slender finger.
Beautiful, laughing hazel eyes, he used to tell me.
Thank God, she didn't have to walk into some classroom looking this way. She tossed down her brush and went to the bedroom window. A typically hot and smoggy Los Angeles summer's morn greeted her. It was 6:30; she hoped she might get some writing accomplished, if only a page or so, before the temperature reached the unbearable point in the little apartment, but she was in such a hellish, downcast mood. The stupid manager hadn't repaired her air-conditioning unit as yet, and she doubted that it would be done today. June 6th, her Jeffrey's birthday, God, how she missed him, and loved him, Happy birthday, darling, wherever you are.
She sighed resignedly, and dabbed at a swelling tear. It was going to be a miserable day.
In passing through the small living-room on her way to the kitchenette, her typewriter and the cluttered array of papers around it caught her eye. It glared back at her, an ogre, seemingly challenging her determination.
"Go to hell," she snapped aloud at the mechanical monster, setting about to make herself a cup of instant coffee. "I've beaten you before and I'll do it again."
She spooned the dehydrated powder into a cup and drew hot water from the tap. Why hadn't Karl Fletcher contacted her? She had given him the manuscript over a week ago, and he was to call and give her his evaluation the moment he finished reading it and he'd seemed more than just a little anxious to be of service, too. She found herself smiling. Of course, his enthusiasm hadn't fooled her. She had felt his little fish eyes raking her up and down, almost sensed his fat, sweaty hands touching her cringing flesh a half dozen times when they had ridden up on the elevator together. But that was before she had learned he was a literary agent and had gotten up the courage to approach him.
"Why, I had no idea you wrote, Miss Wilson," he had said, drenching her in his jowly grin and wiping perspiration from his naked, fringed pate. "Imagine that, a writer and an agent living in the same building."
Some phenomenon, Karen mused, dropping into a living room chair, her robe falling partially open to reveal the slightly tanned flesh of a smooth rounded thigh. All the same, she hadn't told him of the half-dozen rejections the book had brought her so far, only of her scant, now-and-then magazine credits, implying that she made her living at it. Well, she hadn't really lied about that; it was her only earned but thank God for the small annuity her parents had arranged for her before their horrible auto accident last year.
After all, she wasn't exactly destitute or without an active means of livelihood; she always had her teaching credential that she could rely on, even though she had never used it. Her ambition as far back as she could remember had been' to write. Teaching had been something to fall back on, in case the need should ever arise, and so far it hadn't, but there had been many discouraging days after Jeff had gone and before the income her parents had left her. Now, she was determined, by hook or by crook, and she was beginning to believe that one more often made it by "crook" rather than ability.
How many times had Jeff said, It isn't what you know, honey, it's who you know.
Whom, darling, she would correct, damnit, there she went again. Jeff, Jeff, Jeff! He haunted her sleep and tortured her when she was awake. Her brain reeked with his memory! Damn him to hell, anyway! She bolted to her feet and went to the cupboard for the half-emptied bottle of bourbon. She was going to need something this day and there was no question about that. There, she was crying again, She spiked her coffee stiffly, watching through blurred eyes, then drank half of it, feeling it burn all the way down into her belly. She went back to her chair and fell into it, wiping at her eyes once more.
She could curse him all she liked, she thought, biting at her perpetually pouting lower lip, but it hadn't been his fault, had it? Face it, Karen, you blubbering little fool, if it hadn't been for your insane frigidity you would be together at this moment! Go on, face it! Think back and think hard!
That's right, open your mind, remember those soft, balmy summer nights when you were going together?, two whole years you teased and taunted him with your body, wanting him as badly as he did you, leading him on to that near impossible stopping point, until he would be almost out of his mind with desire, and then, your morals would gurgle up into your throat, prudistic bile, the molten transmutation of a too severe, religious upbringing, until in horrified repugnance you would fend him off, and only because he loved you, because he respected you, had he reluctantly given in.
Oh God, it was inevitable! She realized that now, had for a long time, It was following a dance and they'd both had too much to drink. Graduation was only a month away and they planned to be married the week after. Already, Jeff had a place in a small office of architects who were handling some veteran housing projects for the government. It was a magnificent start for him, and she would be able to write. They'd bath been so happy; had thought or talked of nothing else but their life together and the home Jeff was going to design and build for them. Karen smiled softly to herself as she remembered.
That night they had gone to their usual secluded, private parking place, climbing into the back seat where they would have room for their limited nature of love-games. They'd never gone all the way, but Lord knows, it was getting more difficult for her to control him, especially with her own passion and need just about driving her wild. Things had been getting further out of hand at every session, and probably if it hadn't been for her over-scrupulous determination to bring her virginity to their marriage bed she would've long before given in to him. Their friends were all enjoying each other to the fullest, they both knew, and that hadn't helped matters. He constantly badgered her with that until finally she had conceded to the gentle caresses of his hands beneath her blouse, undoing her bra and handling her naked breasts, kneading and massaging them into a vibrant, hard-rippled throbbing, setting her whole hungry body aflame with desire.
Perhaps, it was what they had drunk that night, rather than the amount, or maybe, it was just inevitable, but suddenly, he had taken her left breast into his mouth, his lips encompassing the entire aureole, his tongue playing maddeningly about her erect throbbing nipple, and she had been so out of her mind with the bliss of the moment that his warm hand creeping up the soft flesh of her inner thighs had seemed a necessary part of her rapture.
"Oh, Jeff, darling, no, no we can't do this, my sweet," she had gasped into his ear, her fingers running through his hair, pressing his face and tantalizing, sucking mouth tight to her naked breast, while she squirmed beneath his hot hand caressing her open white thighs, moving ever upward and over her soft quivering belly, then down to stroke the nylon covered softness of her pubic mound, until she had actually whimpered aloud from the shock and sensation of his fingers slipping inside her pantie-leg to insinuate themselves into the moist waiting slit of her virginal womanhood
Even now, Karen shivered excitedly, as she remembered the unbelievable titillating spasms that bad raced through her from the first galvanic, tactile contact of his finger with the pink, sensitive flesh of her vagina, The never before feelings of pleasure had rendered her momentarily helpless and she had writhed almost frantically beneath his hand ministrations.
"Jeff, Jeff, we mustn't, darling ..." she bad pleaded, suddenly aware that all sense of control was getting away from both of them.
"Why...? Why...?" he moaned, moving his finger upward between the moist, fleshy lips of her hair-lined vulva, tracing through the warm pink flesh to the tiny bud of her clitoris and teasing the enshrined sensitive sprout into immediate hardness.
"Oooohhh," she had moaned, raising his face to her own between her hands and locking her lips wetly to his, her tongue darting into his mouth even as her thighs separated further in unwitting invitation to his hand.
She hardly heard the metallic whisper of his zipper, hardly was conscious of anything but the overwhelming joy-filled transport of the moment, until she felt the sudden hot, naked hardness pressing against the soft flesh of her exposed thigh. Even then, there was a blank moment while it registered in her fevered brain. His prick! He had taken it out and was pressuring its long bluntness tight against her smooth flesh. He groaned into her mouth as his finger slipped down through her wet pussy and probed at the mouth of her vagina, sending further spasms of rippling pleasure coursing through her, momentarily anesthetizing her.
The huge, hot throbbing of his penis against her leg jarred her back to reality. She arched her neck and began negative movements with her head, clenching her teeth to him as she moaned an audible, "No, No, No, Jeff!"
Suddenly, he took her hand and wrapped her fingers his cock, holding it there briefly while the first shock of its strange feeling to her touch passed. She didn't fight it, but instead, found herself squeezing gently, letting her sense of touch convey its message to her brain. It was immense. She'd never had any idea of their size and a slight twinge of fear caught at her belly.
His hand left hers but she continued to cling to his shaft while a gasp of pleasure escaped him. Experimentally, she began to stroke it, her fingers barely able to encircle its thickness. Slowly, she drew the thick outer skin up and down, her breath tight in her throat at her own excitement of handling and massaging his cock while he slipped his finger deeper and deeper into her ever-expanding cunt, a complete feeling of unprecedented fulfillment creeping over her.
Again, she opened her mouth to his kiss, letting her hand slip down to explore the velvety soft hairiness of his balls, caressing and cupping them gently by instinct. She was extremely wet now down between her legs from the juices his finger was inciting as it played within the tingling lips of her soft hair-lined pussy, stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen in a gentle rotating motion that had begun to frighten her. She didn't want to lose her virginity now, not this way, not yet, but the pleasure he was bringing her overshadowed all else and she found herself moving her hips up against his finger, her thighs spreading wider as her hand slipped back up to stroke his prick with increasing vigor.
He had begun to grind his teeth and grunt out his pleasure with every breath, while her own growing apprehension at the stage things had reached, struggled against the intoxication saturating and taking command of every fiber of her tingling body. She felt the cool wetness of his rock-hard shaft smear against the warm flesh of her inner thigh as she worked the heavy skin up and down his long, thick cock and wondered if he was ejaculating, or whether it was the lubricating fluid she had read about in the sex guides to a happy marriage. My God, it was getting harder and bigger, It jerked in her hand and she caressed it affectionately, making him grunt again. He was struggling, moving on top of her!
"Damnit, Karen, I've got to have you! I can't wait any longer!"
"No, Jeff, Oh, no, darling, we can't! You know we can't ..." she gasped back at him, the full realization that it was all out of control suddenly hitting her with full impact. She let go of his prick and thrust her hands between them, shoving against his chest and clamping her thighs tightly together, locking his imbedded finger deep in her cunt. She tried to squirm her buttocks down into the seat to rid her vagina of the invading finger even as she held it securely inside her with her tightly braced thighs. Her mounting consternation of moments before had abruptly transformed into sheer dread. A loathsome feeling of repugnance over their dangerous performance caused a wave of near-panic to seize hold of her, to the point where she barely knew what she was doing, and suddenly she was clawing at him while her hips squirmed wildly beneath him, his finger still buried deep up into her vagina.
"Oh, Oh, damn you, damn you, Jeff Lewis! Stop! No, no, stop, I tell you!" she half-screamed into his face.
He'd made no verbal response, she well remembered, but the mask of lust contorting his handsome features sent a shock of utter horror surging through her. She had tried to reason with him, but suddenly he had jerked his hand from between her legs and was forcing her thighs open to him, digging his fingers brutally into their soft tender flesh, his teeth clenched, his lips bared back like an attacking, feral animal.
"Oh God, not, no, Jeff! Please, please don't!" she cried, writhing and flailing furiously beneath him, but she'd been no match for his lust-crazed strength.
In her frantic squirming and kicking she had scissored out her legs, sufficient for him to slam his hips down heavily between them, until she quickly found herself pinned under his weight, her full wide-splayed thighs open defenselessly to him, her fear-quivering buttocks secured tightly to the seat.
"Jeff, Jeff, please listen to me? No, you can't do this! Not this way, darling, I beg you!" she whined, half-wailed up at him while her hands balled into little fists and hammered against his chest futilely.
She screamed as he hooked his fingers into the narrow wisp of nylon covering her crotch and ripped it away with a savage, ripping sound, and almost instantly she had felt the blunt, turgid head of his huge penis as he worked it up and down between the moist fleshy lips of her cunt with his hand thrust down between them.
God, there had been no fighting him. His knees had held hers wide apart and he had found and poised the blood-filled head of his throbbing member against the tight little elastic mouth of her vagina. With one last desperate effort and in her horror, she had raised her hips in an attempt to dislodge him, to throw him off her, and as she did he had rammed his pelvis forward, sending his cock splitting and tearing furiously up into her tight quivering cunt.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!" she had half-grunted, half-screamed, kicking her legs out wildly in shocked disbelief at the total agony his fiendish assault sent shrieking from the core of her body to her brain. He had ripped her wide open, she knew, and the blood was streaming from her. She had felt the thin membrane of her hymen give way before the vicious onslaught and she was certain he had torn the tight opening of her virginal hole.
Again she squealed, kicking out and was immediately sorry, for it only worsened her position as his moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it, digging deeper and deeper into the soft warm confines of her secret and treasured cuntal channel.
She wept profusely from the beginning, both in shame and physical anguish as he had continued to batter into her, until finally she felt his balls slap solidly against her buttocks and his pelvis ground against hers, then, he stopped, breathing in heavy rasps, his thick hard rod sunk all the way to its lengthy depths inside her quaking belly, the warm wet walls of her vagina wrapped so tightly around it that she could feel every ridge and wrinkle of the pain-giving instrument of lust.
Maybe it was then, as she lay impaled in excruciating pain, like some ravaged serf out of the dark ages with the raping cudgel of the brutal invader spearing into her chaste, defenseless vagina, or maybe it had been that moment when he had forced himself between her legs and ripped away her panties, or was it the first seconds of racking torment when he had burst into her? Whichever, the metamorphosis of passion to Anaphrodisia had taken place. Desire, if and when it came over her ever after was to be accompanied by fear and dread.
God, was she really to blame? Even then, she had begged him to stop. He hadn't even given her the opportunity to adjust to his sudden presence buried deep in her womb. He had just begun to fuck, like a madman, his mouth slack, his eyes staring unseeingly as he rammed into her and she groaned in unceasing torment beneath him, mumbling incoherently, her tears bathing her cheeks. Then, his hands were groping at her ripe, full breasts, clutching insanely, flesh protruding painfully in white bloodless ridges between his straining fingers. He had chewed at her nipples until the blood trickled from them, and even then she had tried, tried, tried to gentle his brutal attack. The damage had been done; he had taken her, let her give herself to it and to him in love, She could forgive him, she could!
But it was as if she had read his sudden lust-demented mind. One thought blinded him, to spew his hot, scalding load of pent-up sperm deep inside her, fulfill and release himself, with no longer any thought of her. God, she had so wanted to know the ecstasy of love in its entirety, but he was fucking her like a slut, not making love to her!
She whined up at him once more, pleading, begging, but her whimpers were in vain. Suddenly, he had slid his hands beneath her thighs and was lifting them. She didn't resist, even helped as he pushed them up and back, locking his arms behind them and forcing her down into the seat beneath his rampaging thrusts that was blunting the cruel, spongy head of his cock against her virginal cervix. She hit her lower lip arid held to his ribs as he pummeled unmercifully into her. The horrible agony had passed and there was a time of indecision gripping at her. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how, how close she was to understanding, but then, he sucked in an enormous breath and his cock slammed into her naked, upturned buttocks with a wild and new fervor. He was going to cum in her belly! She could feel it in the tensing and jerking of his hard muscular body heavy upon her. His breath was hot and coming in gasping rushes against her face. She remembered that further panic had gripped her because he was using no contraceptive. Supposing she should get pregnant? How horrible, a child born out of such savagery.
She had never really stopped crying, but whether it was more from the physical or mental pain, she was not sure. He began to fuck into her with fierce inhumaneness, his huge prick scoring the tender, sensitive walls of her tight, unwanting vagina mercilessly. He held her knees hack to her shoulders in an abasing, cramped position that exposed the upturned plain of her helpless, defenseless crotch completely to his vicious Islet. With every stroke, he drew almost completely out of her then plunged forward with demoniacal force. She had never felt so ashamed or humiliated in her entire life. It was the end for them, there never could be anything between them again, he hated her, she knew it!
Then, she felt his thundering prick growing bigger and bigger as it dug deeper and deeper into her warm, wet passage, until suddenly, he threw back his head, a guttural, racking sound coming from deep in his chest as she felt his rock-hard cock jerk wildly inside her and his white hot sperm spewing from its tip in great spurts.
"Oh God, no, no, not" she wailed in helpless submission as she felt the thick, hot fluid splashing wetly in a swirling pool in her vagina, filling her womb and belly to the almost overflowing point.
And it was done. Like that, she remembered it all too vividly, how he had slunk off of her, shamed in the aftermath of his vented lust, tears actually streaming down his cheeks, begging her to forgive him, vowing to make it up to her. What a pathetic sight he had presented, and God, how she loved him. They had wept together, holding tight to one another, long into the wee hours of morning, pledging and re-pledging their love, but it was never to be the same for her again.
They had been married that weekend, the first day, and night, of six short months of sexual fiascos. She had only to see him coming at her with an erection to set the cold chills of revulsion creeping along her spine. God knows, she tried, did everything to hide it from him, even pretended at orgasm like any good whore, for that was how she felt about herself. She was his private, and personal whore, well paid for his use of her body.
Oh God, do I have to keep this up all day?
Abruptly, Karen got to her feet, went to the kitchenette and made herself a second cup of coffee, bracing it with bourbon once more, but lightly this time. She was a drinker, especially at seven o'clock in the morning. It was just that she had needed something to bolster her after the hectic night, and today being his birthday. Again, she found herself wondering where he was, if he was well, and happy.
Perhaps he had even married again. She had no way of knowing. Her limited circle of friends were all comparatively new acquaintances she had made since their divorce, none of whom had ever known Jeff. She had learned of his discharge from an old college-mate, Chick Spellman, accidentally bumping into him one day while shopping, and they'd had lunch together. He had come across Jeff in a bar in San Francisco two days following Jeff's discharge and they had gotten blazingly drunk for a solid week. But he hadn't been able to tell her much more, or perhaps it was just that he hadn't wanted to. Well, it didn't make much difference anyway, did it? It was all over and done with now. A part of the divorcee's bitter past.
Oh, she wasn't so bad off, she supposed, if she could only think about it intelligently. She had friends, both male and female, and she certainly got around enough. Of course, there was always the divorce stigma, with every man assured in his mind that she was a certain lay. The fact of the matter was that she had slept with no man since Jeff, none whatever, but sometimes, the desire to be made love to, the sheer, raw, sexual craving of her lush young body nearly drove her mad. Yet, she knew that the mere sight of a man standing naked before her, or lying against her, his bard fleshy rod touching her soft body would immediately instigate the old rigor mortis, she would freeze like an icicle. God, what an affliction.
Well, she had her writing, she thought, plodding slowly back to her chair. It had really become her whole life. Success was all she sought now, that illusive goddess, success. And her book was good; she felt certain of that. The rejections were not indicative of its quality. Editors were forced to turn down many good works for numerous other reasons.
Why didn't Karl Fletcher call? He must've read it by this time. Perhaps, she should call him. Why not? Damnit, that's just what she would do, she decided determinedly. She would shower and dress and give him a call at his office after nine. Yes, she would.
She arose suddenly and started for the bath. Enroute, she stuck her tiny pink tongue out at her typewriter, then smiled to herself. She was beginning to feel better. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad day after all.
After nine, Karen telephoned Karl Fletcher's office.
"This is a coincidence," he said. "I was just going to call you, Miss Wilson. I've finished your novel and I'm quite excited about it."
"Really? You liked it then?" A tremor of elation spiraled through her. She visualized his pudgy, grinning face.
"I feel it definitely has merit. There are a few things, but nothing major," he said. "I've been trying to get around to calling you, but I've been, Say, why don't you have dinner with me this evening, where we can discuss it leisurely?"
"Well ..." His voice was like syrup. She hesitated, then: "All right, I'd like that, Mr. Fletcher."
"Around eight then, I'll call for you?"
"Very well, around eight."
Karen cradled the receiver and smiled. So, maybe, this was it, the long awaited big break. She was, pleased as she moved slowly into the kitchenette, and proceeded to make herself a third cup of instant. No bourbon necessary this time, she decided. Maybe, she could even work now, in fact, she thought, it was really going to be a good day in the long run.
CHAPTER 2
Karl Fletcher was somewhere in his early forties, Karen decided. He was rather short, perhaps a couple of inches taller than her five-five, and he was overly puffy about the middle, but he dressed with taste and the expensive cut of his clothes hid it well. He had the fat man's second, almost third chin, small wet, colorless eyes and a tiny, babyish mouth that seemed constantly engaged in a rather simpering smile. It was like a dimple in the center of his pink, cherubic face, not exactly the date of her choice, she mused, but she was quite thrilled and pleased when he told her they were going to the Hearthstone.
The place was an exclusive dinner-house noted for its catering to celebrities and patrons of the arts and Karen was quite excited when he pointed out this one and that one, exchanged recognized noble with others, and finally introduced her to the handsome, noted literary agent, Nathan Brendell.
"A pleasure, Miss Wilson," Brendell said, his square face caught in a warm smile, his deep grey eyes appraising her in several sweeping, up and down, glances. He was tall and broad, muscular and slightly white at the temples, a striking man of obvious confidence and dominating personality, probably in his fifties, she thought, as she felt his discerning eyes strip her appreciatively.
Karen felt like squirming beneath his almost obvious lecherous gaze, and diverted her own eyes to the much younger, attractive dark-eyed woman with him, less she commence to blush. The woman smiled, intuitively, it seemed to Karen, as if she understood. She said, "Better come along Nat. I think Parker is motioning that he has our table."
"Yes, yes, of course, dear," replied Brendell, a slight ring of irritation to his voice. "Look here, young lady, if Fletcher doesn't take good care of you on this book of yours, drop around to my office, eh?"
Karen smiled. "Thank you, I'll remember that, Mr. Brendell."
They went off and Karl Fletcher cleared his throat. "A regular damned pirate, that one," he said. "A lusty one too, I'll tell you that."
"Was that his wife with him?" Karen questioned.
"Yes. Muriel Standard, the British actress of a few years ago. Didn't you recognize her?"
"I thought she looked very familiar to me," said Karen. "Now I remember, of course. Beautiful, isn't she ..."
"Yes, I suppose so, in that strict English way," he agreed, leaning an elbow onto their table and peering at her through the candle-light. "But personally, I prefer blondes with deep hazel eyes."
Karen managed a smile. She raised her martini to her lips. He said: "You know, you're ravishing with hair upswept that way, Karen, may I call you Karen?"
She nodded. "If you like." There was a little sheen of oiliness that had oozed from the pores of his pug nose, causing it to glisten in the flickering light. Subconsciously, it made Karen wonder about her own. "About the book, Mr. Fletcher ..."
He started to speak just as the tall brunette in flowing white silk appeared, the immaculate white collie dog she led moving slowly into the plush, wine-carpeted room. Karen had witnessed spectaculars of sorts before, but this entrance had whipped her breath away. The girl, woman was absolutely stunning. She held her head high, almost regally, and her skin was the hue of ivory. Her breasts, in fact, her entire body, were suggestively visible beneath the gown she wore, and Karen was certain she could detect the black pubic hair of her mons veneris. She was stunning, absolutely stunning.
"Claudia! Darling, so nice to see you," Fletcher said, leaping to his feet and going to her.
She smiled and it was something of a celestial event itself, Karen thought.
"How are you, Fletcher? I see you sold another dull book into movie trivia," she said, speaking in a husky but soft and controlled voice that inspired an envious tremor to move through Karen.
"I want you to meet someone," Karl Fletcher said, his little mouth wide in a smile. He caught her hand and led her the several feet. "This is Karen Wilson who has just completed a magnificent book, Claudia, undoubtedly a best seller."
"Undoubtedly," the woman remarked, sweeping her onyx eyes away from him and onto Karen in a rapid softening warmth. "I'm Claudia Gray, my dear. This is Splender." She drew the animal back and it actually bowed, touching its long nose to the floor. "If this beast tries to exploit you, I'll be glad to read your work," she said coolly.
Karen had not spoken. She felt stupid, as if she had been rendered dumb of a sudden. The girl-woman was an apparition, and the vision had bewitched her. Karen gaped as Parker, the captain, stumbled and nearly fell getting to her.
"Who, who is she?" she managed.
Karl Fletcher almost sighed. "A remarkable woman in our world," he said, sitting down slowly as he watched her and the animal being led to a secluded table. "I know of no one with her influence in the studios. Really, none of us knows anything about her, except that she's a remarkable agent, and woman."
"Yes, I can see about the woman part."
Suddenly, his mind had come back to her, his little wet eyes seemingly inspired by what they had just engorged themselves upon.
"You were saying, Mr. Fletcher...?"
"Karl," he corrected, smiling. Then he grew serious. "Yes, well now, I think we should get right to the meat of this publishing situation, Karen. No use of me stringing you along one way or the other, is there?"
"I-I'd prefer you didn't," Karen said. She had experienced a little let-down at his words. So, here it comes, she thought, watching him as he carefully selected his approach.
"Frankly, your book is good. As I said on the phone, there are a few things, but all minor, a couple of character flaws and a little plot weakness in one or two spots, but in general, good, my dear, damned good."
"Then, you feel you can sell it for me?"
"Oh, I don't doubt for a minute that I can sell it, once we've ironed out those weak points," he said, his small eyes scrutinizing her carefully. "But you must remember, my dear, first books are notoriously bad risks for publishers, and bring little remuneration to their authors other than satisfaction." He simpered. "I mean, without a name, who wants to read you?"
Karen tasted her martini. "Everyone has to start somewhere, Mr. Fletcher ..."
Karl, he corrected again.
"Besides, Karl, I don't have to make a fortune from it, not did I hope to ..."
"I don't believe you're grasping my full meaning, dear," he said with a shake of his head. Then, he raised his hand, gesturing to their waiter.
"Two martinis, Henry." To her: "Look at it this way, why not a best-seller right off the bat? It could be, you know, with just a little work, and no disrespect, darling, but with a little professional know-how, I mean, first book, best seller, what follows? Movie rights, of course, and from there, fame and fortune, are you with me?"
"You lost me right after two martinis, Henry," Karen said, smiling.
Karl Fletcher laughed warmly. "It's a business, Karen," he said, leaning closer onto the table. "A great big fat money business. When and if the publisher buys your book he is only concerned with how much money he is going to make from it. He has to be. When and if the agent takes you on as a client, he is only concerned in your remunerative power, his commission is how he makes his living. Look, every day I read first novels some of them damned good, too, but I won't waste my time with them. Why not? I can't afford to waste my time for the meager return ..."
Henry brought their drinks. It gave her a moment to think. He was shill talking in big circles, but slowly centering in toward his point. Karen ran her tongue over the edge of her pretty lower lip. She was convinced that she already knew what he was getting to. She lifted her glass and cut deeply into its liquid content. The question was, how badly did she want this success she had been chasing since God knows when? How bad? Badly, that was how bad. Bad enough? Yes, she thought, looking around her at this pleasing, fulfilling, immediate representation of fame and fortune, bad enough, more than anything else she could possibly think of, and then, momentarily, she thought of Jeff.
"Darling, you're a big girl now, as they say." Karl Fletcher brought her back to the reality of the moment. "Who am I to try and kid you. There's a little old saying that hits the nail right on the head in this small and limited world of art, and it goes like this, it's not what you know, but who you sleep with."
So, there it was! "Whom," she corrected automatically.
"What's that?"
Karen laughed. The martinis had produced a pleasant glow that seemed to round off all the sharp edges. She felt the atmosphere keenly, as if she belonged. Music, the soft, singing lilt of violins in some romantic strain she could not place rained down over her like a snowfall of stardust. Even Karl Fletcher assumed imaginative proportions before her.
Suddenly, he said: "The question is, darling, how badly do you want success?"
Karen smiled beautifully, sensuously, almost seductively. "Badly," she replied in her soft, throaty voice. "Very badly, Karl, darling."
CHAPTER 3
It was his birthday and Jeff Lewis had taken the day off. He had phoned in sick after Toni suggested it, the idea being that they would celebrate the occasion by driving down to one of the beaches after he kept his appointment with the Nathan Brendells. He hadn't cared much either was and would just as soon have gone in, but had agreed to please her. She was a sweet girl, a regular little live-wire who would gladly spend her life on the beach even though she never went near the water, and she was always trying to do thoughtful things to please him, such as the Brendell appointment.
How she had managed to get them to look at his plans was still quite vague in his mind, but he felt certain she had somehow managed it with that voluptuous little body of hers. Ever since he'd known her and they'd been sharing this apartment together she had been trying to sleep with the right people, furthering her career bed by bed, and successfully so he had to admit. She was a clever pixie, cute and lovable with sparkling dark eyes and short-cropped jet-black hair, plus a natural inborn acting ability that was being seen more and more on the screen as the beds grew plushier.
Right now she was lying on her back in their bed watching him dress, naked and sensuously squirming around to tease him with her usual mischievous antics, knowing that he was watching her in the mirror while he knotted his tie. He reflected a trace of a smile in the glass but his heart wasn't in it. He was thinking of the fruitlessness of this appointment with the wealthy Brendells. He entertained no great expectations from the meeting. People of their caliber preferred architect-builders with a reputation and money behind them, not some half-assed fly-by-night with nothing but ambition going for him. Nevertheless, he'd agreed to try after she'd gotten it all set up for him, and try he would.
"You act as if you were going to a funeral," Toni St. Clair remarked from the bed, raising both of her deeply tanned legs ceilingward, her feet together, then lifting her gently rounding hips onto elbow-braced hands, presenting her full, soft white buttocks to him as she pumped her legs in a bicycle exercise.
"Afraid I can't get enthused, Toni," he said, going to the closet for his lightweight summer jacket. "This is about the twentieth set of plans I've burned the midnight oil over, and got nothing but a thanks for letting us see them, Mr. Lewis. We'll call you when we decide ..."
"Nothing good comes easy, darling, even me," she said, smiling impishly across the room at him as she continued her nude, provocative calisthenics, her feeling for the handsome, slender-faced, tall young man with the thin-lipped mouth and deep brown, almost ruthless, eyes, obvious in her every glance and gesture toward him.
Jeff grinned back at her as he ran a comb quickly through his long, wavy black hair. Damn her, she was a wild mite of a girl. He strode over and looked down at her, watching her erect, firm young breasts with their partially distended dark red nipples, quiver from the pumping movements of her upthrust lower body. He walked to the foot of the bed and caught at her ankles, spreading them apart so that he could look down at the dark peach of soft silky hair covering her lower belly and the fleshy lips of her narrow vaginal slit that trailed downward to join the split of her soft white buttocks.
"Like it?" she teased, her sprightly smile meant to taunt.
"Didn't you get enough this morning?"
"Do I ever?"
Jeff shook his head, then drew his fingertip tantalizingly through the silken hair, tracing the thin line of her cunt with the faintest of pressure until an obvious shudder rippled the soft flesh of her inner thighs and upward across her flat belly.
"Ooohhhh, you dog, you," she moaned. "I warn you, cut that out or you'll never get out of here.
Grinning, he repeated the torment, causing her to squirm and coo beneath him, until suddenly, she jerked her legs free and swung from the bed, chasing him to the door. In the hallway, he laughed back at her.
"You wait 'til you come home," she said, pretending at anger, the door cracked so that he could see only one of her pretty eyes and part of her smiling, impish mouth. Then: "Good luck, darling."
"Thanks," he said, shoving the rolled-up plans he had spent a week on up under his arm. "I'll need it, I'm thinking."
He took the elevator to the street level and the rear service door to the garage. The Brendells had an apartment out on Wilshire in Beverly Hills, a good ten miles or he would have caught a cab. He was not that flushed even though his present set-up paid him well and Toni split all expenses with him. But he was trying to save every nickel he could, hoping that when another birthday rolled around he would have enough to open his own office. Actually, all he needed was one good deal like this one to put him over the top, not only from the financial end of it, but the prestige gained from building a six-hundred-thousand-dollar home, and out in the valley at that, would be invaluable.
He smiled again to himself as he piloted his Mustang into traffic, Toni's antics coming to mind. God, she was a hot little piece, all right, screw from morning until night, and back around the clock without a break, but she meant nothing to him beyond being a playmate and solid friend, and she knew it. He'd made that clear from the beginning, that their teaming up could be only a game, for convenience and pleasure's sake. All the same, he knew she was in love with him, but as far as he was concerned there never could be anyone but Karen; he would always love her, as long as he lived.
He sensed a tightness in his throat as memories of her flooded his mind. there were never many hours of a day when at least a fleeting thought of her didn't pass through his brain. My God, how he had loved her, how he still loved her. He wondered if she ever thought of him, where she was, if she was happy?
He had never seen her again after the divorce; hadn't wanted any association or mementos to tear him apart any more than he already was. Three days following the signing of the final papers he had enlisted in the Marines and gone to Vietnam hoping he'd get it quickly and put an end to all of his misery. As it was, he hadn't suffered a scratch and decided that he was damned glad about that, too. That inherent desire for survival was much stronger than he had ever realized.
Well, he'd learned to live without her, hadn't he?, even though he'd been certain he never could, but he would never forgive himself for what he had done to her. His horrible raping of her beautiful, soft, virginal body had been the destructive force that had nearly destroyed her completely. She had never been the same after, simply a fear-ridden, lifeless, frozen woman from the moment he would touch her. Oh she tried, he knew that, pretended at love when it was never there, God, there was little else he could do, was there? He hadn't tried to be noble; he owed her that much. She deserved happiness with someone, a full life, so young and vibrant and lovely, God, she might even be married again, he thought, and an emptiness seized at his entrails.
"Well, that's what you wanted for her, wasn't it?" he said aloud to himself. "You, you stupid, high-principled ass, you!"
CHAPTER 4
"Shall we have a drink?" Karl Fletcher invited, taking her wrap when they were inside his apartment.
Karen's belly had become a knotted little cavern of queasiness from the moment he closed the door behind her. She had already drunk too much, but purposely, and when he had casually placed his hand on her thigh driving home, she was wondering if she had drunk enough.
"I don't mind," she replied, her vision somewhat blurred, her tongue just a bit thick. She saw her manuscript on a center table and strolled over to look down at it while he went to a corner bar to prepare their drinks.
"Turn on the stereo, darling," he said over the tingling of glassware. "I think we need soft lights and music, eh?"
She looked in his direction, couldn't see him but managed a smile anyway. She spotted the stereo and went over to it, trying to count up all the "dears" and "darlings" they had exchanged so far throughout the evening.
God, is it worth it? Is it, ? And all over that pile of paper sitting on that table, Can I go through with it?
He came up behind her, moved a little to her right and handed her a glass while at the same time his other hand went around her waist, immediately smoothing down over the full round curve of her buttocks. She stiffened, her breath coming sharply into her throat.
"My God, you're lovely," he rasped, his fat greasy face only an inch or so from her own. "We, we do understand each other, don't we?"
Karen swallowed tightly. His hand resting on her buttocks had sent a cold child fluttering through her. She had to steel herself to keep from bolting. She
had come this far. Success, that illusive goddess, she remembered.
"Well...? We do, don't we?" he prodded nervously. He licked at his lips and his little colorless eyes were bugging at her. Thank God, she couldn't see him clearly. "I-I'm here, aren't I?" she heard herself say.
Abruptly, he turned her to face him and drew her tight against him, sloshing her drink to splatter on both of them as he smothered her soft lips with his wet, open mouth. He clutched at her buttocks with both small hands, grinding his pelvis into her until she could feel the rising bulge of him and his tongue jabbed between her lips against her clenched white teeth.
He drew back his head, simpering lustfully at her as she tried to measure her own physical reactions to his aggressive touch. So far, so good, she thought mechanically. The liquor was doing its job well, if only she didn't have to look at him.
"You won't be sorry, darling," he hissed at her. "I promise you that. You be nice to me and we'll make your fame and fortune with that book, I, swear it.
His fat little hands smoothed up over her hips and waist to her breasts where they paused to squeeze and massage hungrily. Karen was amazed at her lack of feeling, but she couldn't bring herself to touch him in response. Suddenly, he let go of her.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he gasped, grasping her hand and leading the way.
A shudder passed over her then, the first of a series that seemed to rack her whole being at the thought of willingly entering his bedroom with him and for the sole purpose of giving her body to him.
He stopped in the doorway and turned to her. "You're frightened," he said, attempting to be gentle even as his eyes spewed urgent, raw lust at her. "I feel you trembling, but don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise ..."
Oddly, she was encouraged by his words, enough so that she managed a further smile as she said: "I-I'm afraid I'm not much good at this sort of thing. "I-I haven't done it m-much."
He grinned lasciviously, drawing her into the room. "I'll help you," he half whispered. "You just be your normal, luscious self, and leave the rest up to me." He left her, crossing the room.
Karen raised her drink and gulped half of it down. He had turned on a dim bureau lamp and started to remove his coat and tie. For the first time she saw the girth of his stomach protruding against his white shirt, and then the bulge of his penis straining against his trousers. She stared at him in somewhat spellbound fascination as he unbuttoned his shirt, as if she were suddenly bewitched by this whole unbelievable scene in which she was scheduled to play a leading role. It was like some comedy, some farce she had once seen somewhere, as if she ought to burst out laughing, but there was nothing to laugh at, absolutely nothing at all!
"Would you like me to undress you, darling?" he asked softly. He had removed his shirt and was pulling his undershirt over his head. She saw the full bulk of his heavy belly then, hairless and pink-skinned like a baby, his effeminate breasts puffy and flabby, a small patch of hair between them.
She shook her head automatically to his question and walked to the other side of the bed, setting down her drink and reaching up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress. Whatever she did from here on, it would have to be without thinking, for if she gave this lurid situation one complete minute of" thought she would run from there like a scared rabbit. She slipped her dress off, not looking at him but feeling his eyes raking her. She was wearing a half-slip and wriggled that down over her hips. She had blotted his presence temporarily from her mind and went about undressing as if she were home and getting ready for bed. Subconsciously, she reached up behind her and unfastened her bra, slipping it off, then, her garter belt, smoothing her nylons down over the silky flesh of her legs. Her back was to him and only her panties remained. Why not? If not now, eventually anyway. She bit at her lower lip and rolled them down over her full, rounded hips, straightened, and there he stood, before her!
Karen gasped aloud, the sight of his obese nakedness shattering her mental wall of privacy, his fat, grinning, baby-like face sending the first wave of revulsion surging through her. Her eyes dropped slowly down his gross bulk and locked on the stiff rod of flesh projecting from the black, woolly, hair-covered pelvis beneath the heavy sag of his stomach, its purplish tip wet with the obscene secretion it produced. She gasped again and began shaking her head negatively, her mouth fall open loosely, her lovely eyes widening in a panic that was fast over-whelming her.
Oh, my God! What, what was I thinking of? I can't! I can't! This, this ugly greasy man! I, I.
"I, I can't do it, Mr. Fletcher!" she blurted at him. "I just can't!"
He moved in close to her, his arms encircling her, jerking her body against him and causing his prick to stab between her legs because of their equal height, her erect protruding breasts digging into the flabbiness of his chest as he bent her backwards, his huge belly grinding against the soft, tender flesh of her own.
"Don't be a little fool!" he hissed. "Who the hell are you trying to kid, baby? You've been married and divorced! Don't try to play the virgin act with me. You've been fucked more ways than I can think of!"
"Oh God!" Karen wailed, trying to get her hands between them and push his vile body off of her.
Fletcher had locked his hands behind her waist and was pressing her back against the bed. The little bitch was suddenly going to go chaste on him, eh? Well, he had gotten a rundown on her a long time back, when he'd first seen her on the elevator, knew that she was a divorcee, and too many times he had drooled over just the sight of her to let her get away from him now. She had come to him, had played the game with him all evening. It was too late, too late, baby! He wasn't about to let her go until he'd sunk his throbbing cock deep into that delectable tight little cunt of hers. He was going to shoot his sperm up into that white little belly if it killed him, and being here the way she was, there was nothing she could ever do about it!
"Oh God, don't, don't!" Karen begged as he pressed her backwards and they fell onto the bed, his vast bulk crushing the breath from her while his ramrod prick remained thrust between her thighs, its upper portion partially insinuated between the fleshy lips of her cringing loins, its head snugly fit between her flattened and pressed down buttocks. "Please, please, Mr. Fletcher, I was wrong. I thought I could, but I can't, don't you see?"
"I see that you're a teasing little bitch!" he spat down at her. "A cock teaser, eh? Well baby, you're going to get fucked like you haven't had it in a long time. I may be fat, but when it comes to fucking, I'm king, hear me?"
Karen winced beneath his foul, vile language. A scene from another time raced through her brain. She was going to be raped! She knew that she couldn't hold her legs together against him, was no match for his strength, His evil, lewd thing was going to ram into her precious womanhood and violate her horribly, spit its vulgar sperm up into her belly and there was nothing she could do to stop him! He was trying to kiss her and she rolled her head frantically, but he caught it between his small hands and held it vise-like as he laved her face with his infant tongue.
"Oh, oh, Mr. Fletcher, I beg you, please, please don't," she whimpered beneath him,
pinioned helplessly under his hugeness.
He hardly heard her and she felt him forcing her legs apart. Struggling seemed ridiculous, but she did, even as he ding his nails into her tender white flesh, spreading her thighs until he was planted firmly between them, both of them grunting like fighting animals in their duel, until at last, she groaned pitifully, then, looking up into his simpering face, spat viciously, her saliva splattering between his fish-colored eyes and dripping down his pug nose.
"You goddamned little cunt!" he squealed hoarsely, slapping her cruelly across the face. "I'll make you pay for that. I swear, I'll make you pay!"
He wiped at his face and then his hand disappeared. Tears welled up into Karen's eyes as she felt him spreading the lips of her vagina with the blood-inflated head of his cock. She almost wanted to beg his forgiveness as she felt it splay the moist, pink flesh and position itself before the tight and tender mouth of her vaginal passage. Her eyes gaped as she stared up into his brutal, lust-contorted, baby-like face.
"Now, goddamn you, beg!" he spat. "Let me hear you beg!"
"Oh, Oooahhhh, my dear God," she whimpered and he pressed forward slowly until she could feel the bloated tip of his enraged prick pressing cruelly against the tight elastic opening of her unready and unwanting vagina.
A leer of undisguised brutal lust twisted the pink cherubic face above her as it said: "Spit in my face will you, bitch! Well, we'll see, we'll see ..."
She felt his hips lift and automatically her hands went down to grab and hold them back, but it was a useless attempt. He thrust and she screamed. The head of his cock burst inside her defenseless cunt with the force of some blunt, impaling log, and he held there momentarily while his piggish eyes absorbed the agony on her tormented, beautiful face, then, he sent it soaring into her when she least expected it, mercilessly like a roaring bull given its head, piercing and expanding the tight unsuspecting pink, moist walls of her passage in a thundering plunge that not only took her breath away, but her wits, She fainted.
When she opened her eyes again, she felt momentarily nauseous. He lay between her legs and she seemed to burn from her knees to her breasts. She squirmed beneath his great body and the warm, wet sloshing in her belly registered. Fear gripped her. Oh, my God, He'd emptied his foul loins into her while she was unconscious. She felt it, like a pool of seething lava. It swirled in the depths of her belly. She stared up at him and he grinned simperingly down at her.
"I'm not mad if you're not," he said.
Dear God, how she'd like to plunge a knife into his heart. She said nothing, only turned her face from him. His hands were on her breasts, clutching and manipulating, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers endeavoring to harden and distend them. He dropped his drooling lips onto one and sucked. She sensed his tongue, a maddening vortex of sensation she couldn't ignore. Wild little flurries flittered through her belly. She writhed and simultaneously felt again the growing of his cock between her helpless thighs.
"Haven't you had enough rape for one night?" she threw at him.
He chuckled. "You vixen, you almost had me fooled," he said, slipping his hand down between the open lips of her cunt. He let a fingertip steal up and taunt her clitoris, the nail only grazing against it, enough to send overpowering paroxysmal sensations rippling through her.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned uncontrollably.
Karl Fletcher laughed aloud. "This time, we're both going to enjoy it, darling."
"Don't call me darling. Don't, don't, don't!" she screamed at him.
Again, he laughed. "All right, bitch! That's what I'll call you. Bitch!" he spat as he squirmed his heavy bulk on top of her and she felt his prick grinding into her once more. "Only this time, I've got other ideas ..."
Like that she felt him rise from her, all of his weight lift up and off her and she struggled to get to her feet, but it was an amazing performance on his part and suddenly she found herself flipped onto her face and his massive bulk atop her once more, her race buried in the soft coverlet on the bed.
"Goddamn you!" she screamed back at him, and Fletcher laughed. She was totally helpless, face down and spread-eagled, hardly able to breathe as she lay pinned beneath him. His huge belly pressed into the soft hollow of her back and his growing erection lay snugly insinuated lengthwise between her buttocks. She felt his hands press into the mattress to slide beneath her flattened breasts and begin their kneading and squeezing once more as he rocked gently on top of her, pressuring his shaft in rhythmic simulating movements into the tight warm crevice of her soft, quivering buttocks.
It dawned on her that she was being an idiot about it; there was absolutely nothing she could do to defend herself. She was like an insect being held down by the weight of a giant human hand, God, what an obscene, comical picture they must make, she thought, She tried to squirm and found that was hopeless too, but the gurgling her effort caused deep in her belly reminded her that he had already shot his lewd semen into her once and she cringed within at the thought. Well, the damage was done, if there was to be any. If she'd kept her head she might have at least been able to talk him into using something. It wasn't as if he had lured her here; she had come of her own free will, and knowing.
"Are you calming down, darling?" he whispered down at her.
"Y-You're squashing me," Karen replied; it was an effort to even speak.
"Will you be good, stop acting like some school-girl on her first date?"
"I, I won't fight you anymore, if that's what you mean," she said.
He rolled off of her but clung to her breasts, keeping her inside his arms and putting them both onto their sides, spoon-fashion. Then, with his upper arm he reached down and placed his prick between her thighs right into the open lips of her moist pussy and she could feel the bristly hair of his pelvis against her soft round buttocks.
She sighed heavily, able to breathe freely once more. His face was buried in her long hair and suddenly she felt him nibbling at her neck while he gently massaged the nipples of her breasts. God, if only he wasn't such a repulsive man, she thought, the frenzy of minute tingles from his hands rippling down through her belly.
"There's no need for us to fight about it, is there?" he said into her ear. "I want to be friends if you do."
Karen shivered beneath the deft movements of his hands and fingers caressing and tweaking the now erect nipples of her breasts.
"Y-You know what I want," she answered, her breath catching in her throat. "You know the only reason I'm here, doing this ..."
Fletcher chuckled lightly. "You're a mercenary little piece," he said, moving his hand down the satiny smooth skin of her waist to her hips and drawing her soft, trembling buttocks back tighter against his loins. "But it's a language I can understand."
Karen relaxed a little, letting her buttocks go back against him, feeling his shaft pulsating up against her crotch, its ever enlarging head instilled between the supple fleshy lips of her vagina. The horror of the situation had somehow worn thin for her. Perhaps, it was the dazing effects of the liquor again, or the fact that the initial abomination was past; whichever, she was convinced that at this point she should get something out of it, She felt his hand move down over the soft smooth flesh of her belly to the velvety mound of her pussy, his finger parting the pubic hair and slipping into her wet slit to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris once more. The erotic little spasms he set off caused her to jerk her buttocks convulsively back against him, and he withdrew his hand, moving it up over the smooth tight skin of her rounded full hip and buttock and down between her warm thighs where his hardening prick rested.
She heard his breathing increase and felt it hot against her neck as his fingers caressed the lips of her vagina, then insert around his dormant fleshy rod to stroke gently into the moist walls of her channel in a tender, rotating movement that raised a little gasp of unexpected excitement from her.
"You like that," he whispered hotly into her ear. "It sends fiery tingles shooting through that tight little cunt, doesn't it, makes you want to fuck? You can almost feel my cock slipping right up into your warm little belly, eh?"
A tremor passed quickly over her, the vile sound of the lewd words strangely exciting her, but she said: "Please, do you have to use that filthy language? I'm not a prostitute, you know ..."
"But those are words of love and passion, darling, fuck and cock and cunt and suck," he hissed as once more she trembled almost uncontrollably at their Fescennine sound, "and, you should learn to use them ..."
She gasped again and held her breath as she felt his fingers slip wetly out of her vagina with a moist sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, drawing at her buttocks and angling them out tighter against him; then he said: "Put it in."
She felt her body go rigid automatically at his suggestion, the obnoxious thought repulsing her. She sensed his rock-hard shaft throbbing between her thighs and tried to shake her head.
"I'm, I'm too sore ..."
"Put it in!" he ordered, reaching over her to take her hand and press it between her legs.
Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth angrily, ready to fight him again.
"I said, put it in!" he snapped harshly into her ear.
Bitterly, she sank her white even teeth into her full lower lip and let her fingers find the warm, rigid staff of wet flesh between her legs, laying the length of her hand along its thick underside, her fingers and thumb moving to encircle and maneuver it as it throbbed hotly in her hand, sending another unwanted wave of excitement through her. It was necessary for her to push her naked buttocks back even further toward him for angle's sake, and she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her lip in dread as she worked the large bulbous head between the moist pink flanges of her open cunt, moving it slowly back and forth in her vaginal slit to part the sparse, silky blonde hair between her legs in preparation for his entry.
"For God's sake, don't hurt me, please?" she begged as she felt his hips begin to pressure forward.
"Maybe little, but only for a minute," he said hoarsely, and the spongy head moved tight against the raw elastic mouth of her moist vagina, its tip easing into her gently. Automatically, Karen contracted her bowels in unwitting resistance, grunting with the anticipated pain that never came, for it slipped wetly right up into her until she could feel it in her belly, the hair of his groin brushing against her ass-cheeks as momentarily he chose to lay still and locked into her.
"Hurt?" he whispered.
"I-I, no, I don't think so," she managed, tasting the saltiness of the blood she had drawn from her lip.
Gradually, he began to move, stroking gently with short in and out motions that slowly began to allay her fears. The wetness of his ejaculation into her had lubricated the soft pink walls of her passage and she gave thanks that at least it had had some value. In fact, she reluctantly admitted to herself, it felt rather good as he began to lengthen the stroke, quicken his tempo and its turgid head sank deeper and deeper up into her belly.
Jeff had never approached her this way; it was an entirely new experience, painless, and she didn't have to look at the mounting male, perhaps that was the reason the enthusiasm was growing rousingly inside her.
But then, almost as suddenly as he began, he seemed to slip into a maelstrom of lust, his breath increasing furiously and he speared into her with less and less temperance, until shortly, his thick, rock-hard cock was battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh, his pelvis smacking tight into her soft buttocks mercilessly from behind.
"Oh, Oh, Oh," Karen coughed with every thundering jolt. "You're hurting me!" Once more, her fear had leaped into being within her. "My God!"
A twinge of pain shot through her as his prick burrowed deeper up into her womb. He had dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her abdomen and was holding her secured. She could do nothing but squirm helplessly as he jack-hammered into her, feeling his hot, obese body tight against her own, his breath coming in raspy warm blasts against the soft smooth skin of her back.
"Christ!" he blurted suddenly, and before she realized what was happening he had forced her over onto her belly, his legs between her own and was drawing her backward, up onto her knees. He clung savagely to her hips, his stubby fingers gouging into their soft flesh as he levered both of their bodies into the desired position he wanted, his knees inside her own and pressuring them out brutally.
Instantly, shame and degradation nearly overwhelmed Karen at the obscene, debasing animal stance he had forced her into. She felt like some, medieval harem concubine bent servilely before her master in an attempt to bring him his lustful pleasure. Once again, her anger raged inside her and she tried to pull forward and away from his plunging cock, but he reached forward with both hands grasping her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him, flattening her upraised buttocks with a solid, resounding whack, his halls slapping furiously into the splayed, hair-lined lips of her moist, wide-stretched cunt.
Karen's moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as he ground into her, his thick hard cock sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly, and she felt the hardness of the smooth rubbery head jammed tight against her cervix. He pressed her thighs out even wider and brought his hands back to her smooth, narrow waist and began a slow, tormenting rotation of his rigid prick deep inside of her vagina.
My God, I'm going to split apart! "You're hurting me! Damn you!" she panted back at him as he forced gasp after gasp from deep in her lungs with the brutal manipulations of his thundering, routing prick. But even as she spoke the pain began to lessen and she felt her wet soft passage expanding further and further with each plunge and greater rotation he made inside her. Only the pressure of the weight of his hands forcing her upper torso down to raise her buttocks upward toward his face was causing her immediate agony. Yet the tingling that had begun in her loins to blend with it was instigating a new masochistic pleasure unfamiliar but weirdly appealing to her.
Now, he was pumping into her from behind with bruising force, squeezing the supple flesh of her joggling buttocks as choking whimpers gurgled from his heavy belly. He twisted and rammed forward, his fingers beginning to dig at her cringing, tightly puckered anus, the very thought sending a deep seated wave of shame and humiliation coursing through her at the vision of her complete, servile nakedness and subjugation before this vile man she had willingly given herself to.
God, he's getting bigger and bigger inside me! His lewd thick cock is filling my whole belly, it's going to choke me!
Suddenly, Karen found to her own amazed repugnance that she was moving her buttocks back rhythmically toward his rampaging cock, undulating her hips in lewd voluntary circles, abandoning herself to the obscene fucking she was receiving from behind with uncontrollable and mounting desire. She turned her face sideways to look back at him and when Fletcher saw it contorted in growing rapture be nearly went wild.
He could feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker in her belly, as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his fat, round face. His prick had suddenly begun to ache and burn as it never had before. He was almost there, nearer and nearer, and the way she was swaying and dancing on the end of his cock he was certain that she was too.
Karen had fallen into a spell of sheer entrancement. The delicious constraining force building inside her was an ecstatic pleasure she had never before known; nothing else mattered but that ever-mounting blissful pressure his thundering, thick cock was producing inside her and she had given herself over wantonly to it. It was enormous, breathtaking, overshadowing all pain and agony, making it all understandably worthwhile, his ugliness, Oh he was beautiful! The world was beautiful! Fucking was beautiful!
Her belly burst open in one great moment of joyous rapture and she screamed, knowing she was cumming, never believing that she could, a gush of something hot and wet seeming to flood her loins, her stomach quivering, her thighs convulsing spasmodically to finally spread over her whole exhausted body in one complete trembling shudder. She wanted to collapse but he held her with insane clutching hands. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart In one last ass battering attack as he shoved it as far as he could up into her belly and began squirting his hot, searing sperm deep up inside her. He threw back his head and wailed: "Aaaagggghhh."
Karen felt his hot load of vile liquid filling her vaginal passage with a compelling force for the second time that night. Dear God! She sensed it flooding hotly into her, filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would drown from it. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then be gradually slithered down and away from her, his rapidly deflating member pulling out of her with a wet, lewd sucking sound
Karen fell forward onto her face and lay quietly unmoving. She turned her face away from him where he lay, but heard his spent breathing as it filled the room.
"Well?" he said after a while.
She didn't answer. In the aftermath of her initial climactic moment of ecstasy she felt horribly let down and loathsome of her own self. Why ever she should, she didn't know. She had no one she was responsible to; she had committed no infidelity. Then, she thought of Jeff and tears came into her eyes. She had never known this sexual satisfaction with him, but whose fault was that? His birthday, dear God! She had done this on his birthday!
"Was it that bad?" Fletcher said, putting his hand on her back.
Karen cringed beneath his hand. "Don't touch me!" she spat, jumping from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she began to pull on her clothes.
"What the hell ...!" Karl Fletcher exclaimed. "You must be some kind of nut. One minute, you're wild, your ass is humping like a bitch in heat. The next, you're about as friendly as a cold shower on a winter's morning. I don't get you, baby. Just what is your hang-up, anyway?"
Karen gaped at the naked, obese man on the bed, sick inside herself at the thought that she had actually degraded herself to the point of giving her body to him, but more upset with the fact that he had satiated it, for the first time in her life. Truly, she had defiled Jeff's memory, and on his very birthday.
She tried to speak, couldn't; her tears choked her. Instead, the dressed as rapidly as she could and ran from the room. Thank God, he hadn't tried to stop her. She was certain that she would have killed him. In the living room she picked up her manuscript from the table and ran out into the hall. She never wanted to see him again as long as she lived!
CHAPTER 5
"Do come in, Mr. Lewis," Muriel Brendell said following an over-brief moment of surveillance of the young man, an expression of welcome surprise flickering across her extremely attractive countenance. "We've been expecting you."
She spoke with a decided British accent, Jeff thought as he stepped inside the scrumptiously furnished apartment, wondering where he had seen her before. He stood rather immobilely, thinking, as she closed the door, then moved in front of him with an over-the-shoulder smile, leading the way to the sitting room. Jeff watched her exquisite body undulate beneath the sheer, bright summer dress she wore, high up on her thighs stylishly, and she had the legs for it, he thought, split seconds before he recognized her.
"Muriel Standard!" he said suddenly, embarrassed immediately after he'd said it.
"Well, you please me, Mr. Lewis," she said smiling. "Won't you sit down. My husband will join us in a moment. "Can I get you a drink or something?"
"No, I, ah, thank you," Jeff said, dropping into the proffered chair. "You, You are Muriel Standard?"
"Yes, yes, I am, but I'm flattered that you'd recognize me. I mean, only a few of my pictures played in the states ..." she said, lowering herself modestly into a chair.
"Pygmalion, of course. Who could forget that? You were magnificent," Jeff said enthusiastically. "As a matter of fact, I think it's a shame you've given up the movies, so young, so vibrant."
"Well ..." Muriel Brendell gasped. "I must say, Mr. Lewis, you come on rather dynamically. I-I hope your blueprints do as well ..."
Jeff found a ready smile. He had to admit to himself that the 'so young, so vibrant' was an afterthought, but my God, she was a breathtaking woman. He felt like a schoolboy sitting there with his rolled up paltry plans in his lap, as if he'd come to collect for the daily paper delivery. And then, a grunt startled him.
"You'll have to be Lewis, Jeffrey Lewis," the big man said, thundering into the room and immediately dominating it. He stopped too close to Jeff's chair for him to stand, and thrust forth a mighty hand. "Brendell. Nathan Brendell."
"My pleasure, sir," Jeff managed, reaching up and clutching the huge hand.
"He isn't drinking, dear. Give the boy a drink."
"He declined, darling ..."
"Nonsense. What d'you drink, Lewis?"
"Well, scotch... anything."
Nathan Brendell moved behind a bar and made drinks. "All right, boy, bring those plans over here and le's roll them out," he said, not looking up as he haphazardly poured into glasses.
Jeff started to leap, but Muriel Brendell hardly noticeable, extended, level hand caught his eye and slowed him. She wavered it up and down meaningfully, then winked, and that meaningfully, also, Jeff thought. He arose slowly, took his blueprints to the bar and casually rolled them out.
"Here, boy. Drink hearty," Nathan Brendell said, thrusting a glass into his hand and raising his own in toast. Muriel picked up her own. "Let's hope you've got something here. I'm getting sick and goddamned tired of looking."
Jeff stood back as the big man came around the bar and took a position above the unfurled sheets. His wife moved in beside him and he slipped an arm about her waist. What a waist, Jeff thought. He raised his drink and gulped a good portion of it. It was more than half scotch. He swallowed tightly with the jolt.
Brendell grunted mysteriously. His wife cooed. The big man threw one sheet aside and straightened out another, setting his glass upon the curled end.
"What the hell kind of den is this?" he snapped, spinning around suddenly.
Jeff moved in. "A personal den, Mr. Brendell. With the study and the library upstairs; it seemed important that a man like yourself have a personal room, a small room, really, where others feel unwanted unless invited."
He stared at Jeff a long moment, the idea registering. Slowly, he smiled. "Yes, yes, by God, you're right about that. A man needs a place doesn't he, Lewis? How about a bar, you got a bar figured in there?"
"Yes, sir," Jeff grinned. "What kind of den would it be without a bar?"
The big man's handsome face widened. He grinned, then, he laughed. "You're all right, Lewis. Maybe, you've got the hang of this thing after all."
Jeff returned his smile as he turned away, then he drank another sizable portion of his drink. Muriel Standard Brendell moved slowly about to face him.
"The dressing room in the master bedroom is too small," she said, not sharply, but without a smile.
Jeff cleared his throat. "I was a little worried about that myself," he lied. "But I've allowed an extra two feet on closet space which could easily be eliminated and encompassed in the dressing room, Mrs. Brendell. It's a matter of choice. Really, the closets are so large anyway ..."
Muriel Brendell smiled beautifully. "I'm sure you'll work it out for me, Jeff," she said, with emphasis on his name. "I do so like a large dressing room ..."
She turned away from him slowly and he gulped at his drink once more. It was hardly feasible to him that they were scrutinizing his plans this closely. He had sat in the luxurious living rooms of too many money-people lately, perhaps, listening to them butcher his dreams with their own absurd ideas of what a home should be. Of course, he hadn't had the opportunity to turn down any prospective builder either, but on some of the crucified plans, he would have before he'd have let his name be attached to them.
Nathan Brendell grunted once more. Suddenly, he picked up his drink and turned from the bar, a portion of Jeff's plans rolling off to the floor.
"I like them, Lewis. You seem to have a man's viewpoint in mind, but if I know my women, there is that certain feminine touch, too." He walked to a chair and dropped heavily into it. His wife picked up the rolled-up blueprint. "I'm a busy man. I work, I live, I play with exuberance. I've got to have that kind of home. My wife is more alive than I am. Leave your plans. We'll call you and let you know our decision."
Jeff nodded, even found a smile. How many times bad he heard that one? He drained his glass and stood.
"Nice meeting both of you," he said, shaking the big man's hand. "If, if you desire changes, they can be made," he said reluctantly.
"But you don't want to make them," said Nathan Brendell.
Jeff had to smile. "Pain is part of life, Mr. Brendell," he said.
He walked to the front door two steps ahead of Muriel Standard Brendell. Then he turned and reached out for her hand. She gave it to him.
"It was worth it just for this," he said, almost too dramatically.
She smiled. "You lovable liar," she half whispered. "I like your ruthless eyes, Jeff Lewis, If your promise is what I think it is, you've just built a house."
Jeff debated for a full ten seconds, then, leaned forward with pursed lips. She met him with her own.
"Bye bye," he said, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Bye," she whispered, running her hand along his arm until he left.
Nathan Brendell had taken a second look at the blueprints while his wife walked young Lewis to the door. He smiled to himself. He had caught the enthusiastic expression in her eye as she watched the boy and pretty well decided what was coming. Well, that was the secret of their successful marriage, understanding and broad-mindedness. They both enjoyed they own private little affairs, each often helping the other in setting up a seduction when the circumstances were too difficult for one to accomplish it alone. Cooperation had been the secret word, and wild, uninhibited sex the name of the game. The result, happiness, But this time, there was a seven-hundred-grand house involved, casting a somewhat different light on the whole scene.
He wasn't unimpressed In fact, the plans looked damned good, but he wanted to be sure. He wasn't that filthy rich. Two marriages had drained the hell out of his resources and he'd sworn never to marry again. Then, he'd met Muriel and discovered that he had found a human being more lusty than himself. God, what a woman she was, in or out of bed. Five glorious, fun-filled years, with never a dull moment and hardly an argument. He was fifty-two and she twenty years his junior, but once they got their clothes off they were like a couple of teenagers who had just discovered sex and couldn't get enough. It was never the old married routine of one servicing the other out of obligation, but a seduction with all the preliminaries and ecstatic surprises, heart and soul thrown into it. They loved and understood each other's lustful needs, a marriage based on non-possessiveness, and success fully so.
The house was for her, a monument to their happiness, a tribute to her being a whole and complete woman, but still he didn't intend to jump off half-cocked because his little lover-girl had come up with a sudden case of hot-pants for the architect. He'd listen, and here it came.
Muriel was smiling as she re-entered the room. Brendell watched the provocative sway to her round full hips as she approached his chair and stood in front of him, the scintillating explosions taking place in her dark eyes giving her away.
"I know," the big man said, smiling up at her. "It's written all over your face."
"Hmmmm," Muriel cooed. "I want a piece of that boy, daddy. He gives me the quivers inside." She dropped to her knees in front of him and worked her way in between his legs to lay her head on his lap. "Jealous?"
Brendell chuckled. "Hell, no," he said. "I might be if I thought there was anything more to it than a few sessions in the sack, but I think I know my lover-girl well enough to know that two or three good fucks with Jeff Lewis will cool those quivering insides."
A little shudder of excitement passed over her and she hugged him. "That's why I love you, Nat, you know and understand me like a book." She released him and trailed her hand over his flat stomach and down to the front of his trousers where the pressure of her head against him had caused his penis to stir. With her fingernail, she outlined the length of his growing, long shaft and it jerked noticeably beneath its cloth covering while her husband made a little gasping sound. "What do you think of his plans?" she asked as she teased him.
"P-Promising, but I want to study them some more," he managed, his libido mounting rapidly beneath her taunting fingers.
"I like them," she said, using her thumb and forefinger now as she moved up and down the long, thick protrusion. Her eyes danced and she watched the growing lust twist his handsome face, affectionately.
"Y-Yeah, and I know why, lover-girl," he said, running his fingers through her short, silken dark hair as tiny ripples of desire raced swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. "You're letting your pussy do your thinking for you right at the moment ..."
She paused with her ministrations momentarily. "You mean, you're not going to give him the contract?"
"I didn't say that, honey," he replied softly, smiling through his building passion. "I said, I want to study them some more, find out a little something about this Jeff Lewis before we hand him a seven-hundred-grand contract, You follow me now?"
She smiled, her hand slipping to his belt and slowly began to unbuckle it. "I follow you, daddy, just hurry with your decision, for your lover-girl's sake, eh?"
Nathan Brendell's broad face flushed slightly at the sight of his wife opening the front of his trousers. He watched her lower the zipper then tantalizingly slip her long slender fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his weight automatically and she slipped both trousers and shorts down from his hips, then went to his feet to tug both garments off of him. Satisfied, she sat back on her haunches between his legs to look at him, her eyes locking on his long thick penis standing rigidly, its purple tip peeking from beneath its heavy, uncircumcised foreskin, his testicles beneath resting on the cushion of the chair between his muscular thighs.
Brendell's mouth grew dry as he waited with mounting anticipation, never knowing with this remarkable girl what was coming next. His prick had begun to tingle with lust and excitement and he could feel his balls tightening and swelling beneath it. He couldn't help but smile a little too, knowing
that she was going to try to persuade him with his decision on young Lewis. But right then he had reached the point where reasons didn't mean a damn, only that she get to the action.
Muriel reached up behind her and lowered her zipper, shrugging the summer dress from her smooth white shoulders, letting it drop to her waist. Then she reached back and unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms and exposing her lush, erect breasts to him, their dark nipples immediately budding into hardness as the cool air brushed against them.
Brendell's breath sucked in as always at the erotic sight of Muriel's full pointed-breasts. She leaned forward, sliding her hands along the outer side of his thighs to his buttocks and gently tugged until he slid forward to the edge of the cushion. Then, without a word between them she encircled her fingers around the thickness of his erect penis and began to stroke and massage it gently, knowingly, rubbing the skin up and down and slipping her other hand beneath the velvety sac of his balls, cradling their softness in her small warm palm. Brendell groaned aloud, clenching his teeth at her amorous ministrations of his genitals. '
"What do you think now, daddy?" she teased him.
"I-I haven't changed my mind, well consider him," he stammered as she gave his cock a tender squeeze that sent an exciting shock-wave spiraling up his backbone.
"You, you wouldn't your lover-girl would you, huh, now would you?" she pouted, drawing the heavy foreskin slowly down behind the coronal rim of the satiny blood-filled head of his now pulsating cock.
"D-Damn you, you're trying to blackmail me," he grunted, grinding his teeth together again. "I-I'm not responsible for what I say at a time like this."
She laughed lightly and leaned forward, taking her breasts in each hand and separating them widely, then, pressing the soft white valley tight to his cock she brought the voluptuous abundant mounds of supple flew smugly together, completely engulfing the rigid shaft of his throbbing prick.
Brendell groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily at the hot soft contact of the smooth resilient flesh wrapped around his cock, his hips beginning an immediate up and down rhythmic fucking motion.
She took his big hands then and placed them on her breasts to knead and manipulate as he liked, while with her own she cupped his balls and gently scratched her nails beneath them with one hand, the other worming up the crevice between his buttocks in a slow tantalizing approach toward his anus.
Brendell grunted from deep in his chest as he felt her finger reach his rectal opening. He gaped in mounting lust at the sight of his thick cock buried between his wife's warm soft tits, felt her long nails grazing the sensitive, hairy skin of his balls, and then the slow, salacious penetration of her long finger slipping up into his rectum, up, up, up, until he could feel the palm of her hand resting warmly against his buttocks.
"What do you think now, daddy?" she cooed up into his face, her sparkling eyes alive with her own building desire..
"I-I think, that you're a luscious little bitch ..." he rasped, half in smile, half dazed with the increasing sensations building in his loins.
"Am I winning?" she teased, rotating her finger gently in his anus.
"Damn you, yes, you're winning..."
"Jeff Lewis is going to build our house, ?"
Brendell swallowed. "If that's what you want, baby, Whatever you want ..."
"Oh... I love you, daddy!" she exclaimed, letting go of his testicles and sliding her hand up the shaft of his prick as she eased back from him and lowered her head until he felt the warm moistness of her open lips close over the throbbing head.
"Uggghhh," he grunted, tangling his hands in her hair and shoving his loins upward into her face. He watched her bobbing head as her warm mouth slipped up and down his fleshy rod, then he caught sight of their reflection in the wall mirror and his excitement increased when he saw the thickness of his cock buried between her lipstick-rimmed lips.
She twirled her tongue maddeningly around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head while her probing finger continued to play in the soft spongy flesh of his anal passage and he gaped at the wall mirror, watching as his ever hardening and growing cock stroked in an[l out of her ovaled, sucking mouth.
"Oh Christ," he groaned." Suck it, lover-girl, suck it hard!"
She did, her head lolling rhythmically with his fingers locked in her hair, and he watched in growing lust their reflections as she plunged down on it, absorbing nearly the full length of it into the hot cavern of her mouth and throat.
She had worked it up to the point where it was pulsating and jerking with every flick of her tiny tongue and as he watched he saw the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely with each voraciously sucking upstroke. He knew now that she had reached the stage of achieving her own gratification, a rare ecstasy that few women could boast, orgasm through sexual excitement and mental stimulation alone. She would wait for him, build to that peak, and then his ejaculation into her mouth would set her off as surely as would a cock shoved deep in her cunt. The thought of that alone now was driving him wild as he watched her concentrate, oblivious to all else around her, her breasts jerking and dancing below, all of it adding to the unbelievable pressure building in his testicles and loins.
"Suck it! Suck it! Oh Christ, lover-girl, suck that prick!" he moaned, as she began to swirl her deeply imbedded finger furiously in his anus, until suddenly he felt like urinating, wished momentarily that he could, right in her mouth, and then it was time! He could feel it surging up from the depths of his balls and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, clutching at her hair while it raced the length of his prick and he felt the first shudder of her own orgasm seize her and she began to suck
with insane fury.
Gush after gush of his white hot sperm spewed into her mouth from his pumping cock She swallowed wildly, her cheeks bloating and hollowing, her body quivering and jerking from her own climax while she continued to suck hungrily, little whimpering, purring sounds humming out of her, her head never stopping as he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat and he continued to shoot his load deeper and deeper into her voraciously sucking mouth.
Then, a convulsive shudder passed over him and he groaned a great sigh as the dregs of his sperm were sucked out of him and his shaft began to grow flaccid in her mouth. Still, she clung to it nibbling tenderly, licking it until it glistened in its soft, deflated state, finally kissing it and raising her face to him.
He bent down, taking her smooth, chiseled face between his big hands and kissed her warmly on the mouth.
"Now, daddy," she said, her eyes dancing happily because she knew she had satisfied him, and had won the game. "About the playroom, We'll want the movie-projection room and the TV intercom built-in. I-I think I'd better have little Jeff come over and see me tomorrow afternoon, don't you? I mean, you don't plan to be home, do you, daddy?"
Nathan Brendell chuckled. "You're a hellion, you know that? A wild little bitch."
She pouted. "You don't love me," she said, dropping her head, kissing his limp and useless penis once more.
He mussed her hair playfully. "As a matter of fact," he said, "I'll be at the office all day tomorrow." She raised her head and smiled at him. "We'll go over these plans tonight to be sure we get everything the way we want it." He paused. "You know, it means I've got to put the cash up to build this. He obviously doesn't have the resources."
"So...?"
Brendell shrugged. "So, nothing, I guess. For you, lover-girl, whatever the price, it's worth it."
CHAPTER 6
"Well, I'm not certain, dear ..." Claudia Gray replied in her controlled, husky voice. "You see, I do have a full agenda, clients right up to here, know what I mean?" She hesitated. "But I did say I'd read it didn't I?"
"I-If you're too busy, Miss Gray ..."
"No. I told you to bring it to me if that beast, Fletcher, tried to exploit you, I remember." There was a momentary pause. "Did he, darling?"
"Well, I-I'd rather not say, Miss Gray," Karen answered. "Look, if you're too busy, I can understand ..."
"Not at all, darling. We females must stick together," Claudia Gray interrupted. "Can you get it over here right away?"
"Well, well, yes, I can. I'll have it delivered by cab."
"Wonderful, pet. I'll try to give it a reading today. I do have a thousand and one things, but for you, Look, I'll call you tonight, Karen. We'll go from there, eh?"
"Wonderful," Karen said, clutching her bourbon-filled instant coffee. She smiled the mouthpiece. "... And thanks, Miss Gray."
"Oh, oh, nonsense. But it better be good, young lady," she said warmly. "Until tonight then, ?"
"Yes, yes, until tonight."
Karen hung up, elated It took her five minutes to scoop up her dog-eared manuscript and hustle down to the street to send it on its way with Barney, the cabby. Back in her apartment, she dropped into her favorite chair and slipped into coffee-bourbon drinking.
It had been a hellish night sleep-wise. Her stupidity with Karl Fletcher had overwhelmed her, once she'd given it a little thought. Twice in the darkest tapering hours before dawn she had gone to the bathroom to retch. How she ever could have degraded herself to such a degree was beyond her now in broad daylight. That filthy, vile man, and she'd lain with him, given herself to him like some slut off the street. Yet, yet, she couldn't rid herself of the knowledge that he had satiated her, made her cum like a wanton! Nor could she shake the rapturous thought of the pleasure and bliss that had overwhelmed her at that moment. Dear God, had that only been her Jeff, What ecstasy would lay ahead for them, Jeff! Jeff! Jeff! My darling! Where are you? Come to me, find me! Oh God!
She went into the kitchenette and made herself more coffee, spiking it lightly. She had to get these unreasonable thoughts from her mind and concentrate on her work. A book lay half-finished on her typewriter table. It was good, too. She must concentrate on her work. Claudia Cray had her present book and she felt confident that the alluring agent would call her this evening as promised.
She would work all day! Give thought to nothing else. This was her life. It would all come out, she was certain of it, it would all emerge!
She swallowed at her coffee, tasted, and her face clouded. Too light on the bourbon, she thought, walking toward the kitchenette.
Jeff walked around the kitchen, naked except for an apron. Toni lay in the one-room combination apartment-bed. She had just gotten to her naked bicycle exercise performance.
"If you don't come out here and make the toast, I'm going to pour this bacon grease right on your ass," Jeff said, clutching four eggs in his hands from the refrigerator.
"Honey, when you speak about my ass you affect me deeply," Toni said, jumping to her feet and coming to the kitchen end of the room, her lovely little body jiggling excitingly in the right places. "Speak, oh master."
"The toast," he said, going to the stove.
"And why doesn't the lady from Pygmalion call?" she said, jutting out her posterior toward him in a waggling little performance to indicate he had rocks in his head
"She'll call, I tell you. She'll call, if I know my women," Jeff said, wondering if, in fact, he knew anything about women at all.
She had dripped all over him yesterday, made her desire as plain as a plumb-bob on a center-point. Sex, Christ, she exuberated with it. He'd bet his backbone, but that was yesterday. Here we were into today and we start all over again.
Toni said: "Well, I'll tell you the truth. That old man of hers is a brute in bed anyway. He's probably worn her so thin she can't lift the telephone ..."
"How the hell would you know?" Jeff barked at her. He didn't know why he should get all upset, but her words had twisted him.
Toni turned to smile at him. He was looking back over his shoulder from where be stood at the stove, his eyes drinking in the loveliness of her naked, voluptuous little body. It angered him that she peaked his desire so.
"We're pen-pals, didn't you know?" she said, smiling provocatively, a piece of toast in one hand, a knife with a clump of butter in the other.
"You're a goddamned little whore!" he spat viciously. "That's what you are!"
Toni shrugged naked creamy shoulders as she spread the butter over the toast. She said: "That's the way it is, handsome. Some of us have it, some of us don't. And we latter have to do the best we can."
Jeff threw down the spatula, probably would have slapped her had the phone not rung. Toni joggled her buttocks toward it.
"One moment," she said, then half smiled back at him. "For you, oh massiveness, and it sounds awfully much like a British slut."
It happened fast and Jeff just listened. Her voice was like melted butter. He hung up in a half daze.
"I know," Toni said, biting into toast. "The mistress wants to go over the blueprints with you."
Jeff plodded toward his hardening eggs. "The playroom," he said automatically.
"Of course," Toni replied "It could have been the master toilet, but the playroom sounds exciting. So, what time this afternoon, darling?"
"Two o'clock, what the devil are you getting at, anyway?" he snapped at her.
Toni laughed, but it was a humorless effort. She said: "Mid afternoon, darling, It stands to reason, doesn't it? After all, she can't have you there when little old Nat is there. It's got to be prime time ..."
Jeff slapped her on the bottom. "She's a fine woman," he said. "A great actress. You remember Pygmalion?"
Toni stared at him. Her backside stung from his blow. She licked at her lips. "How would you like the eggs I'm going to cook, Mr. Pygmalion?" she said.
Jeff grinned. "Sunnyside," he said. "Okay?"
"Sure, why not," Toni replied. "They're your lousy eggs."
It was after five and Karen felt pleased with herself. She had worked most of the day, although, she decided, a goodly portion would have to be re-written, and then the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Karen, pet...?"
"Yes ..."
"I've read it, oh, this is Claudia, darling, Claudia Gray...?"
"I know, I know."
"I'm impressed, pet, impressed. I think we better talk."
"Certainly, where?" Karen said.
"My place, yes, my place would be good. Look, dear, why don't you have dinner with me?" the contained husky feminine voice suggested. "I'm at the Dallas Arms on Wilshire. Seven-thirty?"
"Y-Yes, yes, of course, Miss Gray, seven-thirty."
Karen leaped from her chair and did a little pirouette to her own satisfaction. Claudia Gray had read it, was enthused enough to invite her to discuss its prospects. Well, at least, she wouldn't have to worry about fighting off some sex-demented male. Thank God, she was dealing with a woman, What she needed was another drink.
CHAPTER 7
It was typical of Jeff to make instantaneous decisions, and enroute to the Brendell apartment, he made one. He was putting an end to this arrangement with Toni before it grew into an "affaire de coeur". It was out of hand already, well beyond the mutual arrangement stage and into the possessive development, and he had just discovered that he was as guilty as she. Nothing could come of it because he would never let it; so, it was silly and unfair to both of them to let it continue. Regardless of what happened in the next few hours at the Brendells, he would move out tonight, take a hotel room or something for a few days, until he could find a place and move his things.
He couldn't forget the way Muriel Brendell had sounded over the telephone, that smoky, seductive voice of hers, dripping sex while she talked about a playroom, or some such nonsense. It was almost impossible for him to believe, that the beautiful and talented, filthy-rich Muriel Standard was giving him the come-on signals, but it had been written all over her yesterday, and this morning in her voice when she'd called. Nevertheless, he was not about to blow the possibility of landing a seven-hundred-thousand-dollar contract for a romp in the sheets. If he did stand a chance of getting the deal, which he was still reluctant to believe, one sure way of destroying it would be to have Nathan Brendell suspect him of carrying on with his lovely wife.
In essence, he decided, he would just have to play it cool, real cool, leave the whole performance to her and watch it develop. After all, she was the skilled performer, not him. He smiled to himself as he pulled out of the main stream of traffic and parked before the luxurious apartment building. Mine is lust a minor supporting role, he thought.
He was feeling pretty much in command of himself when he rang the buzzer, but when she opened the door attired in the tiniest wisp of green bikinis his prepared composure seemed to disintegrate, and he could do nothing but stare at the nine-tenths of her exposed, well-rounded loveliness, his eyes immediately engorging themselves upon the smooth, slightly-tanned, satin-like skin that coated her lush, soft, yet firm, contours.
"Darling," she greeted him, smiling warmly. "I was just about to slip into something when you rang. I've been taking a sunbath on the deck. I must've dozed, didn't realize it was so late ..."
Then, she moved in close to him, her whole voluptuous length of pulchritude pressing tightly and hotly into him, her erect pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest as her arms snaked around his neck and her belly and pelvis ground snugly to him.
Amazed, Jeff could neither breathe nor speak. Automatically, his hands closed on the velvety, smooth flesh at the small of her back and he felt the muscles ripple lightly as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, moist lips planted themselves openly upon his own.
Eventually she said: "Isn't that just about where we left off yesterday, lover?"
Jeff raised his head, half sighing, half gasping, but still holding her. "I-I, ah, don't recollect
much of anything, right at the moment," he managed, feeling his penis beginning to stir responsively to her pelvis and thighs that had begun a hardly perceptive undulating motion against him.
She tittered lightly, kissed him on the nose and backed out of his arms. "You are a dear," she said matter-of-factly. "I think we're going to get on famously, but first, to business, eh? Come, sit down and I'll mix us a couple of drinks to chat over." She started off and he gaped after her, his brain fast intoxicating itself on the lithe suppleness of her magnificent body, enhanced now by her practiced walk in the inch or so of heel on the golden sandals she wore. He could feel his prick moving into a state of embarrassing rigidness, and when she looked back over her shoulder he saw that her eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems, darling?" she teased.
Jeff sensed his face flushing slightly. He cleared his throat. "Wh-Where is Mr. Brendell?" he heard himself question.
She had paused and was holding out her hand for him. He moved up to her and she caught hold of him, leading him into the luxurious living room. "Working, lover, like any good breadwinner should, "she replied, leading hint to a chair. "Now, you sit here while I mix." She went behind the bar and began. "First, darling, an especially designed playroom is of extreme importance to both Nat and me. It must be on the second floor in the rear overlooking the pool with an outside entrance to the poolside. There will be considerable electronic equipment involved, with TV screens in each of the surrounding bedrooms, the master-control panel to be in the playroom. We will also want a small movie projection room. Nat roughed out some plans last night that I will give you before you leave, which will be quite a while from now."
He watched her move gracefully around the bar toward him, carrying a drink in either hand, her sensuously delightful body completely captivating him. He struggled to keep his wits, accepted the drink and watched her curl into a chair facing him, her long shapely legs folded beneath her. She was smiling faintly.
Jeff shook his head. He had refused to allow himself to believe yet what she had been so obviously implying without coming right out and saying it, that he was going to build their house. He said: "I-I'm afraid you're moving a bit too fast for me Mrs. Brendell ..."
"Oh, darling, call me Muriel, please ..." She tilted her head cutely, her dark eyes dancing for him. "I was certain we had at least passed beyond that point." She leaned forward slightly, presenting him with a spectacular view of her ample cleavage. "Tell me, how much does building this house mean to you?"
"A very great deal, everything right now, as a matter of fact," he said, afraid any moment that he would awaken to find it all a dream.
"You're an architect with the Curren Company right now, aren't you, darling?" she said, sipping at her drink.
Jeff tasted his own. It was scotch and soda and potent. He nodded to her question. She had evidently been doing a little investigating, or perhaps, her husband had.
"And this house, should you build it for us, would literally make you, wouldn't it, put you in business, that is, ?"
Again, he nodded. "It would."
"Married?"
"Divorced," he answered
"Then, who's the little girl you live with?" Muriel asked, watching him carefully as she raised her glass to her lips once more.
"A friend," said Jeff, a bit irked at the question. Then: "An arrangement of convenience."
"Is she good? In bed, I mean?"
Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he thought, feeling his face flushing once more. "That" an unfair question," he said. He managed a grin. "I respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that it might tend to incriminate me."
Muriel Brendell laughed. "A gentleman, no less." She shrugged pretty naked shoulders. "No matter, Nat tells me she's pretty good and he's an authority. Of course, she's never been to one of our parties, I have to take his word for it."
Once more, Jeff gaped at her. He was beginning to wonder if his hearing was doing him justice.
"I shock you, don't I, darling," she said suddenly. "All these questions, the fact that I know so much about you, talking about my husband and another girl...?" She arose quickly and came over to fold herself onto his lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect penis. "You're beginning to wonder just what the hell it's all about, right?"
"To-to say the least," Jeff answered as she leaned over to kiss his forehead wetly.
"All right, I'll tell you," she said, squirming down intentionally onto his still hardening member. "Nat and I live a very full and exciting life. We think we have the perfect marriage. We're both equally lusty and we understand each other's wants and needs. The playroom, for example, it will be where we'll entertain a few friends, discreet friends, darling, drinks, dancing, some very special adult movies following a little skinny-dipping, private bedrooms and the like, Am I getting through to you, honey?"
Jeff swallowed tightly. He wasn't exactly certain what was registering with him at the moment, except that the weight and presence of her soft rounded, near-naked contours was increasing his libido at an alarming rate. He had set down his drink and his hand was moving gently over the smooth warm satin-like flesh of her waist and upward over her rib cage to her breasts.
"Hmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch, reaching behind her with her free left hand to untie her bra and let it fall into his lap. "You are going to build our house, darling, and you are going to be my lover, aren't you?"
"Christ!" be gasped as the large full mounds of her breasts came into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. He clutched one tightly into his hand, the feel of its soft, warm, resilient flesh causing his penis to Jerk uncontrollably as she writhed gently on top of it. With his other hand he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue between her smooth moist lips, beyond the barrier of her white even teeth and into the warm cavern of her mouth.
She greeted it with a caress from her own, then began to nibble and suck tenderly, teasingly.
Finally, she raised her head as Jeff continued to knead and massage her breast. "You haven't answered me," she half whispered. "Are you going to build our house?'-
"God, you know I want to, but I don't have the available financing ..."
"Oh, Nat will see to that, darling," she said, running her fingers through his hair.
"Then, then, there's no question about it ..." he said quickly.
"Yes, there is, one big important question, Will you be my lover?"
He realized suddenly that she was quivering. She had begun to squirm in his lap and her eyes were searching his almost frantically.
"God, yes," he gasped. "I'll, I'll be any damned thing you want!"
She whimpered and kissed him hungrily, darting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth and pressing her breast tight into his clutching hand. Then, she was on her feet and pulling him up.
"Bring your drink," she ordered, almost breathlessly. "I want you now, right now!"
She led him, half running toward the bedroom, her lush breasts joggling with the effort, and without preliminaries, let go of his hand to wriggle her bikini bottoms down off her rounded hips to the floor, then she jumped onto the large, king-sized bed, rolling onto her back in a spread-eagle position and smiled wantonly up at him.
"Now," she said, "undress for me. I want to watch you."
Jeff could still hardly believe what was taking place. It was happening too fast for his brain to comprehend. First, the assurance of the contract, now this vision lying seductively before him, waiting for him to fuck her, Muriel Standard! My God, he had to be dreaming, his eyes played over her full, well-rounded contours and tiny ripples of lust surged through him, but it wasn't a dream, It was actually happening to him! He drank in her naked curves and watched her little writhing movements as she lay stretched out in anticipation before him. He had already discovered the magnificent firmness of her high-set, rounded breasts, and now he was staring at the enticingly rounded, slightly tanned hips that led downward to the delectable sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny dewdrops of moisture glistening there.
"Damn ..." he hissed. "You're a lovely woman!" He still held his drink and was staring down at her. He saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her eyes seeming to glaze slightly.
"Please, darling, please hurry, I need you, she pleaded.
He began pulling at his clothes as she watched with a certain fascination, removing everything, even his shoes and socks before dropping his shorts that were trying desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock. Then, she raised up and leaned forward on an elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins as he made the unveiling.
"Oh God," she gasped with breathless awe at the long thick rigidity of it standing out from his lean, hairy loins. She stared at the throbbing of the blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her arched lifeline passionately. "It's, it's beautiful! Oh God, lover, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving over to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood stark naked before and above her.
Jeff felt an uncontrollable spasm of delightful tremors course over and through his whole body as she gently let it rest in the palm of her hand, slowly encircling her fingers about its thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other hand moving between his thighs to engulf his balls tenderly, then, then, he saw her tongue dart out to lick at the tiny split in its glans and catch the few drops of secretion that had oozed out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the surprised hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her with her hands, opening her lips and drawing it slowly but continuously into her mouth, her tongue beginning a slow, smooth swirling motion as she kept drawing it in, in, in, until he gaped in utter disbelief as near all of the entire thick shaft of flesh disappeared between her sucking lips and throat. At last, she withdrew her head, as slowly and deliciously, then, rolled back onto the bed, her arms and legs open to him.
"Oh God, lover, I want you to fuck me to death with that beautiful cock hanging between your least" she breathed up at him.
"Christ!" Jeff blurted, the lewd words coming from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed, half atop her, his hand smoothing hungrily over her soft, satiny flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading, cupping, stroking, his mouth finding her own, his tongue exploring the still poignant taste of his own prick there and adding to his mounting lust.
"You are going to be my baby," she whispered, "my protege. Would you like that, Jeff, lover? To be rich and famous, the noted architect, Jeffrey Lewis, with everyone who is anyone in California, maybe, the whole country, clamoring at your feet for your talents?"
"All, all I want is you right now," Jeff hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over the warm soft skin of her flat belly and below to the silky hair covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink hair-lined slit between her thighs to the warm crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face continuously from the sensations it set off inside her, her hot breath like some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough of.
He ground his ever growing, hardening cock into her hip while he caressed and taunted the most secret parts of her splendid body, even as his brain whirled with the fantastic events that had swept him up in less than an hour of his lifetime. Lying here beside her, making love to her in the boldest of lascivious manners, he couldn't help but wonder what Nathan Brendell would say should he walk through that door. Yet, at the moment, he didn't give much of a damn. He had to have this unbelievably enticing creature, Muriel Standard, She would always be that to him, Muriel Standard! She had actually sucked his cock! His! Good Christ! He'd heard about these husband-wife under-standings, the swap-arounds, all of it, but to suddenly become a part of it, Her protege, she'd said. Rich! Famous! People clamoring for his designs! God almighty, it was fantastic! Yet, here he lay with this gorgeous creature, Oooooh! She had his cock in her hand! She had her mouth clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue, and now she was trying to maneuver him over on top of her, between her spreading legs, wanting his cock in her warm moist cunt.
He responded, moving between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He couldn't help but wonder how they would grip about him later when he had sunk his now throbbing cock deep inside her white-hot little belly.
"Oh God, you are something, Jeff Lewis! I love your body," she whispered, biting at his lips and grinding the flatness of her belly tightly up to him. Her hauls went to his lean, taut buttocks and her nails raked him there, then, moved upward the length of his back in a similar pattern. "You're going to be all mine from this moment on, lover. It's important that you understand that," she hissed into his ear. "Do you understand it? Do you?"
He hesitated. "I understand that I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you forget where you are, or who you are," he rasped down at her.
"Oh God! Lover, yes, yes! Do it, Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that beautiful cock into my cunt until I go out of my mind, lover! Do that to met Please, please!"
He forced his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smooth, white buttocks in their palms and pulled her open crotch up tighter against him. He lay his cock into the partially open split of her cunt, moving it back and forth, up and down, until it was well insinuated within the moist pink slit that separated the palpitating, hair-lined lips and began a little pressurizing, upward sawing motion, sensing it growing wetter and wetter with every passing second. Her buttocks began a more urgent rotation up against his loins while the head of his prick massaged gently the erect bud of her clitoris and she gasped through her teeth at him.
"I, I can't stand it any longer, my lover, I've got to have it in me. Please, please fuck me now. I'll do anything you say if you only fuck me ..."
Her legs splayed out wide on either side of his body, their strong calves situating themselves against the back of his thighs as she tried to draw him tighter into her.
He kissed her tenderly, almost a brush against her warm moist lips, and lowering his hand, guided his now aching cock downward between her hot, passion moistened cunt lips. She trembled all over and cried out as her crotch lurched upward at him, the open moist mouth of her cunt seeking desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his throbbing rod of hardened flesh.
Jeff grunted in his own passion, feeling the soft silken hairs of her cunt grazing his prick from her erotic movements, and he knew trying to hold back was useless for him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward, feeling the wet, throbbing mouth of her vagina receptive to him and its warm lubricated channel accepting and absorbing his prick right up into her belly with a slight suction sound, her vaginal muscles immediately setting to work on the hard, fleshy length of his wildly throbbing cock.
Oh Christ, he thought, he'd never had anything like this! Her cunt sheath was milking him! He wouldn't last ten seconds this way. He tried to establish a rhythm, racing his long thick cock the full length of her passage, but her sucking cunt was drawing heavily at the lining of his testicles. His balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. He felt his rectum constrict. Good God, he was going to cum already!
"It's all right, darling," she whispered lip at him, into his face, her tongue laving his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Cum hard this time. Fuck into me deep! It's all right. Cum! Cum! Cum!" She drew back her legs, thrusting her crotch up at him, making her tight, wildly clasping cunt available to his wildest lust-crazed thrusts.
"God! I can't help it!" he whimpered down at her.
"It's all right! Fuck me hard! Cum! Cum way up deep in my belly! Trust me, darling lover! Cum! Cum!"
He did, his prick lurching and jerking like some insane wild beast he had no control over, squirting his sperm deep up into the depths of her womb in spasmodic gushes that seemed to rack his whole body as he pumped it into her like a raging uncontrolled river of host.
He heard himself wail uncontrollably, and as he gasped out his pleasure, he had the strange feeling that she did also, for surely she cried out like a woman in orgasm and her cunt milked at his spewing cock like some fanatical machine as she writhed and squirmed beneath him with frantic bodily gestures of participating enjoyment.
He fell on top of her because he couldn't hold himself erect. He had, or she had sapped the strength, the life from him. He collapsed and she caught him in her arms and held him there.
"God almighty, I couldn't help it!" he blurted down at her, his breathing coming in short heavy rasps.
"It's all right, lover. It's all right," she said softly. "I understand. It happens to all of us, I mean, all of you." She laughed lightly. "In fact, it makes me quite proud. It means you were susceptible to my charms."
Jeff rolled off of her onto his back and lay still a moment. God, he couldn't remember an orgasm that had drained him that way. He said: "Good God, the moment it went in I was dead." He continued to breathe heavily. "I have to hang my head and apologize ..."
"You have to have a fresh drink, that's what you have to do," Muriel said, hopping from the bed and going to a corner cabinet. "No ice in here, lover, but, but there's something else. Ever drink Pernod, I mean the real absinthe Pernod?"
"I, I don't know. I'll be happy with anything." He felt awfully much like some kind of failure, even though she was working at proving him different. The insane point of the whole damned thing was that she evidently liked him, no, wanted him. So, what did he have to lose? Now that the sex was past, he could give it some thought sensibly. She had said that he was going to build their house, with her husband financing it, hadn't she?
"Do you really intend that I'll build this house for you?" he asked suddenly. "I mean, I'm a big boy, I can take the bitter with the better."
She came over to the bed, her lithe, sensuous body gliding down and jiggling properly. She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him the glass of greenish-yellow liquid. He tasted it, liked it, and drank heavily. His throat was dry. He certainly felt like a perfect ass.
"Of course, you will build house," she answered softly. "Nothing has changed, lover. You're still my protege, my lover-boy, and we're going to bring them all to your feet. They will, you know, if Nat says so."
"Nat?" he gulped, right after draining his glass and she scooped it up to go back and refill it. "Why the hell should he say so? Why should he say anything? I may be some kind of nut, but here I am in here screwing his wife while he's working. Can you give any reason why he should suddenly become a top fan of mine?"
Muriel returned, handing him his glass. He swallowed a portion of it. She folded herself onto the bed, then leaned back, spreading herself out seductively, her breasts firm and full, her thighs drawn lip to protect the sight of her enticing pelvic area. Jeff stared at her. Good God, she was lovely!
"You've missed the whole point of Nat's and my being together," she said softly, swirling her glass so that the liquid within sloshed high at the edges of the glass. "We understand, we know the needs and fulfillment's every person has individually. We know about variety, and the spice of life, as they say. It's made our marriage solid, Jeff lover, solid! Example, Nathan knows that you're here with me this afternoon, that you and I will have sex, fuck, if you'd like it in the vernacular. He also knows that when he comes home I'll be here if he wants me, or, if he's suddenly had an itching toward a Toni St. Clair, that I'd understand, and won't expect to see him for a day or two or three, Does that surprise you, lover?"
Jeff raised up on his elbow and gulped at his glass. Yes, Christ, yes, he was surprised, and more than a little bit. At least, the taste of whatever it was seemed familiar. Like licorice almost, What the hell had he gotten himself into? No use denying that Muriel Standard captivated him, but that was understandable. She'd captivate anyone. Damn, what a woman, and he'd blown that too, but, but not according to her, and that puzzled him.
Suddenly, he felt her hand moving along his thigh and slipping beneath his testicles, cradling them in her hand as if she were weighing them as she watched his face.
"I intend that you'll be a sought after man, Jeff Lewis, lover," she said, smiling into his face from where she lay on her elbow, her one hand tenderly fondling the loose sac that hung between his thighs. "And I also intend that all should know you belong to me, Are we making any contact,
my love?"
Jeff felt his flaccid prick give its first lurch. The heat from the palm of her hand spread upwards through his loins pleasantly and he gulped at his drink.
He licked at his lips. "Are you intending that I should lump through hoops, little girl?"
"Does that help your sex drive?"
"I don't know, It's never come to that," he answered her flatly.
Muriel smiled. "I'll never cut you, lover, if you don't cut me."
Then, Jeff smiled back at her. "That sounds like a reasonable deal."
Muriel played with his testicles and his penis continued to grow. She hadn't touched it yet. She was content in just watching it jerk into increasing hardness. Finally, she said: "But ..."
"But?"
"I cut awfully easy, my thin skin, I suppose."
Jeff studied her. A strong grain of excitement had begun to build inside him because his prick was getting hard once more. He'd never known what it was to come back after the same woman the second time in one ordeal. The very thought was fascinating him and peaking his ego. This time, it would be different. He was certain of it. He raised his glass and drained it.
"I suggest you get us something to drink," he said, reaching over and cupping her breast momentarily.
"You didn't answer me," Muriel said, taking his glass.
Jeff smiled. "I'll be anything you want me to be, lover."
She groaned loudly and kissed him, then ran to the bar He watched her, the movements of her white full buttocks exciting him. So, that was the name of the game, he thought. He was an amateur, rank too, but maybe, just maybe, he'd learn, given time.
Muriel returned with their drinks, but set them on the night stand, then pushed him over onto his back and climbed above him on all fours, hovering above his continual hardening prick.
"I've waited long enough, lover," she said, stroking it between the flats of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to stir in a little undulating response. Then, she brought her mouth down to it and Jeff sucked in his breath as for the second time she enclosed the whole of its sensitive head between her lips in a warm, moist pressure. He watched her lipstick-reddened lips tighten elastically around it just below the coronal rim, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Mmmm," he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his thick quivering shaft sunk halfway between her ovaled lips had brought it back to a throbbing hardness. She licked it and bit it gently, taking obvious delight in her power to bring it to life again after its total collapse.
Jeff felt the fires of desire fast rekindling in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swirling her slippery tongue around and around it until she was satisfied it was restored to its full length and power, then she crawled off him, falling quickly onto her back and spreading her legs wide before his eyes.
"Now, lover, fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!"
He wasted no time. He came to rest directly between her open thighs and reached down between them to make the coupling. She was ready and there wan no need for any pre-play. He could feel the moist pink opening of her cunt throbbing in urgent anticipation as with his fingers he guided his long thick cock straight into her. He paused for a moment to part the dark silken hair, wet now from their first union, with the head of his shaft, and then, with one long smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance and the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamped around his cock in a moist firmness that almost set him off again.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned and crooned as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep down in the secret crevices of her womb. She began to groan and murmur incoherently as he began right off to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with his own building passion. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Oooooh God, lover, Oooooohhh, so good, so good! Harder, fuck it harder! Yes, yessss, Iike that!" she whimpered as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his lean muscular chest down tight against the soft whiteness of her breasts.
Jeff plunged his long, hardened cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft channel of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly opening receptively to his onslaught. Her body jerked and twisted and she moaned ceaselessly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved with spasmodic little tremors and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had seized hold of her whole being as though it were writhing in the throes of a convulsion. Her forehead had suddenly become coated with a film of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her mussed, short dark hair. It was as if nothing could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and Jeff fucked like an insane man to end it for her.
"Oh Oooohh God yesss, do something! Shove your finger in my ass, lover! Shove it in, please!" she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttock and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins. Them reached under her between her buttocks as he continued his Jack-hammer pummeling into the liquid depths of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus, until he found it.
A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had dribbled down the smooth wide-spread cleft from where his now throbbing cudgel was sliding sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it sufficiently for his experimental probes; then, he pushed hard, feeling it give almost reluctantly, until all of a sudden the tight elastic nether ring opened before his pressure and his finger popped smoothly inside the soft rubbery channel and slid up to the first knuckle joint. Her body jerked forward beneath him and she gasped out her
pain.
"Ooohhh God! It hurts, lover!"
He thrust again to the second joint and her feet jerked out erotically in the air above them, her toes curling spasmodically.
"Aggghhhh! Oooohhh Christ, yesss, yesssss!" she groaned, and in spite of the obvious pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back onto his finger until it was sunk to the very palm of his hand, and he began to jiggle it wildly, rotating it around deep in the fleshy depths of her rectum.
Jeff ground down into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a warm mouth around his hot, bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of long cock thundering up her wide-stretched hole, raising a new ecstatic wail from her lips as he maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep in her rectum. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into his face, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
"Aaauuuggghhh, God!" she grunted as he buffeted her in perfect cadence between his finger and ever expanding cock dually ravishing her genitals, a masochistic pleasure filling her from her crotch to the top of her head. Her arms that had been wrapped tightly around his neck with her nails digging frantically into the flesh of his back, slithered down and dug painfully into his lean, thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins.
Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each brutal pile-driving lunge he made into her while his finger skewered into her tight clasping anus with unceasing fury. Her flesh was slippery from the sweat of the wild, untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the coverlet beneath her. Her mouth had fallen wide open in ecstatic abandon; she had become something almost inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Ooo! oh, deeper, lover! Harder! Fuck me, fuck me hard, lover!" she begged, her climax obviously nearing, and Jeff breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.
He pulled his finger from her rectum making a wet, sucking sound and she swung her strong smooth thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass wantonly from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing cock
"Oh God! Oh Christ! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she suddenly coughed at him with a gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, as her body arched and she held tightly to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgastic fluid out around his still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus.
Although he had been drained dry only a short while before and wondered if he'd be able to cum again ever, the wildness of Muriel's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep in his balls again and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he grunted, suddenly increasing the viciousness of his strokes, his pelvis smacking brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt and his throbbing hard prick drove deep down into the furthest hidden recesses of her quivering belly.
He felt himself cumming and throwing his hands down behind her knees, shoved her soft, smooth thighs up over her shoulders, grinding as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, raising groans of left over passion front her lips still locked tightly to his. He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the explosion at his loins, heard her whimpering cry of delight as she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep, soul-shattering grunt he shot into her, spewing his hot liquid sperm deep into the warm depths of her open and receptive womb.
And then, came the end, there was no more, and he collapsed, rolling off her onto his back with a deep, heavy sigh of exhaustion.
"My God, lover, you were beautiful," Muriel said, raising up over him to kiss him tenderly on the mouth. "You were absolutely beautiful, really!"
"After I got my bearings," said Jeff, secretly pleased with his own performance. "But it was you, baby, not me, that magnificent body of yours, and knowing how to use it."
"Mmmmm," she cooed, snuggling close to him. "You say the nicest things, lover. I'll just bet you'll build me a beautiful house."
Jeff smiled over at her. God, he could still hardly believe it was all true. All this and heaven too, he thought.
"You can bet on that, honey," he said, slipping his arm beneath her and bringing her tight against him. "And with the best damned play-room in California, too."
CHAPTER 8
The elegance of Claudia Gray's luxurious apartment existed in the immaculate decor, it was done entirely in white, from carpet to ceiling, furniture and appointments, even white bric-a-brac, Karen noticed. Occasionally, an edge, a line, or a thread of gold appeared in contrast, but was immediately lost in the vestal effulgence. The alluring woman herself was gowned in white silk, diaphanous and loosely flowing, a near replica of the stunning frock she had worn the night before at the Hearthstone. Her raven-black hair tumbled long and freely about her shoulders and she reclined leisurely on a small love seat with the great dog, Splendor, at her feet. What appeared to be several manuscripts rested on a small table beside her and she held another in her hand. She looked up and smiled as the French maid led Karen through the enchanting living room and into the archway of the open double-doors, the entranceway to the smaller and more intimate room where she worked.
"Karen, pet, come in," she without rising, her lovely smile wane and welcoming.
"Thank you, I'm not too early, I hope," Karen replied, noting quickly that the room was a combination study and lounge, embellished in the same chaste hue and manner, with a large circular bed-like couch at the far end.
"No, not at all," Claudia Gray assured her while her sparkling onyx eyes swept the length of her beautiful blonde guest with one approving, if calculating, glance. "You may leave us, Margot, unless Karen would like a drink, I never touch it myself, but you go right ahead, pet ..."
"No, no, thank you," Karen said, turning to the attractive young girl whose chic black uniform seemed almost in harsh contrast to the resplendent surroundings.
"Come sit," Claudia Gray invited, motioning toward a chair only a few feet from, and facing, her.
Karen did. She was experiencing a certain stomach-chilling spasm of anticipation that caused her to tremble nervously.
"I do a great deal of my work right here," the woman said in her throaty voice, gesturing at their surroundings with a long, slender, delicate hand. "It's so much more conducive to accomplishment than a stuffy office, don't you think, pet?"
"It's beautiful," said Karen, feeling free to look about her once more.
"And so are you," Claudia Gray said huskily.
Karen's eyes came back to her quickly, staring, embarrassed. She didn't know what to say.
Claudia Gray smiled. She said: "I can help you, pet. I know what you're after, and what you must go through to get it," she said levelly. "But it's the same for all of us; good things don't come easily. We must give to receive, it's part of life. Have you learned that yet, dear?"
Karen's nervous apprehension had suddenly increased. The woman was obviously referring to her stupid affair with Karl Fletcher last night, Was she guessing, or did she actually know the truth? She felt her cheeks flushing.
Claudia Gray leaned forward and patted her knee affectionately, her smile warm and understanding. "Never mind, pet," she said softly. "We women have all been hustled down the road of humiliation before. You mustn't condemn yourself." Her hand rested warmly on Karen's knee. "Remember what I said to you? That we females must stick together?"
Karen nodded, trembling lightly as Claudia Gray's exciting eyes seemed to penetrate to her very soul. She sensed the increasing pressure of the slender, delicate hand on her leg, and momentarily, the urge to jump up and run out of there nearly overwhelmed her. Then, the stunning woman straightened and leaned back in her corner of the loveseat once more.
"And so we shall, pet," she said, almost regally. "Now, tell me all about yourself, your childhood, boyfriends, likes and dislikes, wants and needs, You see, pet, I must know a client almost intimately to be of any real help to them. Later, over dinner we'll discuss your book and our plans for it, and after, well, let's just take it as it comes, eh? Now, you go ahead, darling, just start talking ..."
Karen felt quite compelled to obey her, the woman's dominating personality seeming to subjugate her. She began talking, nervously at first, but gradually with increasing confidence as she gave a brief resume of her life, of Jeff and their short marriage, surprising herself as she unfolded the whole history of her frigidity and its cause, but opening up even more as Claudia Gray expressed her sympathy and understanding. Time seemed to race by as they talked and Karen became less and less inhibited, enchanted with the stunning woman's tender insight.
They dined by candlelight in the small dining room, then returned to the study where Margot served them a sweet, thickened black coffee and Claudia Gray dismissed her for the night. Actually, Karen's story had kept them in conversation and they had yet to get to her book, but they had reached that point when the woman suddenly got to her feet and crossed the room to her desk.
"I never drink," she said over her shoulder, "but I do have other vices."
She smiled beautifully and Karen watched her. The beauty of the woman entranced her. She obviously wore nothing beneath the sheer gown of silk and her breasts and soft, secret pubic area became enticingly visible when the folds of silk fell just right, or clung to her amply curvaceous body, and Karen felt a mixture of excitement and revulsion at the sensuous stimulation the sight was causing her.
She returned with a small silver tray of what looked like thin brown cigarettes, and held it out in front of her.
"What are they?" the lovely blonde girl questioned
Claudia Gray smiled. "You mustn't question the hostess, pet," she said lightly. "Try one. You'll like it."
Karen took it and Claudia Gray lighted it for her with an ivory based table lighter, then, her own. As the woman returned to her loveseat, Karen purposely sniffed at the sweet-smelling smoke drifting up from the lighted end.
"It almost reminds me of some kind of incense," she said.
"Try a few puffs, if you find it unpleasant, put it out," Claudia Gray said.
Karen dragged at it.
"Slowly, pet, at first," the woman said. "Like this ..." and she drew in gently, but deeply, inhaling in the same manner.
Karen did as she was instructed, finding the taste strange but not unpleasant. She repeated the act, taking more and drawing it deeper down into her lungs, holding it there for a few seconds in the manner of her hostess. Neither spoke for a passing of minutes while Karen continued to experiment. After a few inhalations, she could barely notice it going down, it was so smooth. Finally, she took a long, deep measure of the smoke and held it as long as was Claudia Gray across from her.
"It's marijuana, isn't it?" Karen heard herself say, but her voice sounded a distance off.
"Hashish, pet, the very best," Claudia Cray's voice came to her seemingly from a distance, also. "Do you like it?"
"I-l really can't say," Karen laughed lightly, feeling strangely soft and wonderful. The longer she withheld the smoke, the more elated she seemed to become. She saw Claudia Gray's beautiful face smiling at her from what suddenly seemed away off. She was a beautiful, beautiful woman, and she was speaking.
"... Will require considerable re-writing, but I'll help you with it. We can work here, darling. You can move in with me, and we'll just spend all of our time together until it's finished, you, Splendor and me, it's going to be heavenly, pet, just the three of us ..."
Karen saw her rise, almost float to her feet, and she was coming toward her, holding out her hands. Slowly, Karen arose to her own feet, feeling as if she were drifting ceilingward, a momentary fleeting trace of apprehension endeavoring to make itself felt, but passing immediately in the aftermath of warmth the cigarette had spread throughout her entire being.
The apparition seemed to engulf her as suddenly she sensed the delicate slender hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to tingle within her mind and body, yet she had no power nor desire to resist. She felt as if mesmerized in her state of delicious intoxication as the delicately exquisite face moved closer to hers and its perfect soft mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, wetly, warmly, and alas, more urgently.
Her own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed her lips being pressed apart by the vision's sweet-tasting tongue, slipping between them into her mouth as the strong, statuesque body came hard against her, its thinly veiled stomach and loins beginning an intimate undulating motion.
"You are a beautiful girl, Karen pet," the husky voice whispered hotly into her mouth. "And I am going to help you be what you want to be, just as you must help me be what I am."
"I-I, what do you want, me to do?" Karen managed, slipping even more into the ecstasy of her dream world.
Claudia kissed her again and Karen met her tongue with her own as she felt the gentle hands caressing her breasts and moving over her body with an intimate tenderness that seemed to fill her very heart with affection this exotic woman. She felt the hands stroking her buttocks and drawing her tightly into soft, silken loveliness.
"I'm going to undress you, darling," the smoky voice breathed and Karen said nothing, merely glided across the room with Claudia Gray near to the soft circular couch where gentle, expert fingers began to move excitingly over her, removing her clothing.
Again, a brief sensation of repugnance flittered through Karen, but she would not let it dwell there. Something horribly fascinating, strangely forbidden and sensuously beautiful was happening to her She wanted it, whatever it was, to continue, And then, she was naked and so was the magnificent apparition before her, the cool air bathing her voluptuous body, bringing her nipples to rigid hardness as Claudia Gray pressed close to her, massaging her own ivory nakedness against Karen's soft supple flesh, their nipples touching, their breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken thatches of black and golden pubic hair between their legs.
Karen gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her now highly sensitive flesh and through her dazed mind, as the woman's hands caressed her buttocks, spread them open and tenderly slipped between to stroke her tight little anus with a knowing and gentle finger. Once more, Karen trembled with delight, and suddenly Claudia's hands slithered down her rounded hips and soft, smooth tapering thighs as she dropped to her knees before her and began kissing the smooth warm skin of her inner thighs, working slowly upward to the sparsely covered golden-haired flanges of her cunt.
Claudia Gray's onyx eyes sparkled like gems as they locked on the narrow pink slit where already a tiny dewdrop of moisture glistened from the girl's building passion. Greedily, she flicked out her tongue-tip swiping its pungent deliciousness into her mouth, then, she drew her tongue from the point where the pink split enjoined the smooth cleft between Karen's buttocks, lightly tracing the thin pink line separating her vaginal lips upward to its very peak, and felt the tremor ripple over the gorgeous girl's naked body. With her thumbs, she spread apart the tight outer lips until her delicate pink and hooded clitoris came into full view before her, then, she greedily licked it and Karen moaned aloud.
Claudia pressed her backwards to the bed and as she fell onto it, Karen felt her thighs being raised back toward her shoulders. She lifted her head to watch the woman's face bury itself into her naked loins, her long black tresses grazing tauntingly the soft flesh calf her belly as she began to lick and suck at her cunt with skilled fury and hunger.
Karen's soft cloud of a few moments before had begun to wear thin and she found herself wishing she had smoked all of the cigarette, or had another. The sensations Claudia Gray was causing to tingle in her loins and flutter through her belly were breathtaking, yet even as she began to writhe and squirm beneath her hot licking tongue and sucking lips, revulsion toward this obscene lesbian performance was growing within her. Her upbringing and natural instincts were in direct opposition. Although she well knew that such perversions went on in the world all around her, she had never in her remotest dreams believed that she could be a party to such an act. But here she lay, on her back with her legs raised high and her thighs wide-spread beneath this beautiful creature whose mouth and tongue were bringing her unbelievable forbidden pleasure, and who was going to help her, That was the important thing wasn't it? Success! Dear God, letting this woman make her kind of love to her was above what she had gone through last night with that ugly brute, Karl Fletcher!
Oh God! Claudia was sucking her clitoris and nipping at it with her pretty white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of pleasure spiraling through her. It was near maddening, erotically maddening. Then, her tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of the warm, wet walls of her vagina, wetly rotating at its tight elastic mouth, slipping deeply up inside her again and she line her cunt was dilating receptively to her lovemaking. Abruptly, she felt her buttocks being raised by those long slender hands, cupping the full, rounded cheeks, and she held her knees tight to her breasts as she felt the delicious tongue trail downward through the smooth crevice of her ass to her anus, licking, then, its tip pressing firmly into the small, puckered little hole, penetrating only a fraction of an inch even though she had tried to help by relaxing to the fullest degree. Once more, the tongue returned to her cunt, sliding up into her, then flicking back to her clitoris as the pressure mounted in her loins.
Karen remembered how she had cum last night, the first time in her life, and she realized these were the same mounting sensations she had experienced then. Suddenly, her whole mind and body wanted that, the intoxicating release that had swept through her.
But, Claudia Gray raised her head and smiled. Slowly, Karen lowered her legs.
"Come down and kiss me," the woman said.
Karen sat upright while Claudia got to her knees between her legs. Karen wrapped her arms around her long slender neck and planted her lips on the moist, glistening mouth tasting the poignant flavor of her own self. The reaction to her senses set off wild sensations coursing through her.
Claudia pressed her away. "It's time for another cigarette," she whispered huskily.
"Yes, yes ..."
"We'll share it, just as we're going to share many things to come, my beautiful, golden goddess."
Karen watched the movements of her strong, yet fully feminine body cross the room. Her eyes clung to the joggle of her buttocks and a strange new excitement tingled within her. She doubted that she had ever fully realized the beauty in a woman's body, the erotic enchantment of it, the desire it could create.
Claudia returned, dragging deep and holding the smoke in her lungs before she lay down on the bed beside her, extending the cigarette. Karen took it and did the same.
God! It was unexplainable in words. How did one describe rapture? She sucked deep and held it, the velvety softness immediately swooping down to envelop her. She handed the cigarette back to Claudia and simultaneously reached for her full breast with her other hand
"I think you're beginning to come to me," Claudia said, smiling knowingly.
"Yes, oh, yes," Karen said, moving close to the other's warm naked body and trying to cuddle against it.
Claudia took her into her arms and held her, smiling down upon her. She placed the cigarette between her own lips and ran her hard down over Karen's soft belly and down to her waiting pussy, drawing a finger up between its moist, ready lips.
Karen whimpered and tried to move closer. Claudia took her own breast and pressed the nipple into Karen's mouth. She began to suck hungrily as her own hand came up to hold it.
"You like that?" Claudia whispered.
"Mmmm. Mmmm," Karen moaned.
"Here, pet, you need a couple more drags before we put this out."
Karen raised up and took the cigarette, dragging deeply and holding the enticing smoke in her lungs as long as she could without breathing.
Then, Claudia took it from her and put it out. Suddenly, she straddled Karen's prostrate form, lying upon its fresh cloud, moving up until her buttocks flattened the young blonde girl's breasts to her chest. Karen looked up at her knowingly, expressing no emotion openly. Claudia raised up until her cunt was directly over Karen's mouth, and Karen licked out obediently with her tongue, spreading the pubic hair, drawing it up through the length of Claudia Gray's tight, pink split.
"Unnnggghhh!" Claudia groaned.
Karen reached up with her hands and caught tight to the beautiful woman's hips, pulling her down closer as she ran her tongue through the pink, warm sensitiveness of her cunt, exploring her clitoris, her vagina, her urethra, as her own desires continued to mount within the filmy rapture clouding her brain.
Claudia scrambled off her suddenly. "You know, there's a very hungry male involved with us," she said.
Karen could no longer think intelligently. She merely stared. "Splendor," Claudia Gray said, her eyes not leaving the young naked form spread out before her. "We must never forget Splendor. He's my love when all else is disgustingly sickening."
Karen endeavored with difficulty try and categorize her statement. It made no sense, nor did any of this really, for she was entirely out of her mind and she knew it. She was completely overwhelmed with drug paralysis, beautiful though it was, but there was reality somewhere, soon, at least, in the morning.
"You are golden," Claudia Gray said, interrupting her thoughts. "Splendor prefers the blondes to the brunettes, they're so much like him. Darling, turn over on your knees, with your fanny in the air."
"Wh-what...?"
"Turn over!" Claudia snapped harshly and Karen did, onto her knees as ordered, raising her buttocks in the air.
"Splendor! Come!"
Karen felt the weight of the dog leap onto the bed, yet, she didn't see him because he remained behind her, and as her belly constricted and she looked sideways at Claudia's face, she saw the woman's eyes gleam as she pointed at her upraised buttocks.
Karen felt the warm air of Splendor sniffing at her crotch and she looked to Claudia who was smiling. She wanted to scream, then felt his wet nose against her anus, making her leap forward. Suddenly, she felt his tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the crevice of her ass. His tongue taunted her anal ring and she had to steel herself. She started to protest aloud and then the collie began licking her slit. She felt his tongue running the full length of it, and then sensed Claudia's hands on her leg.
"Spread your legs wide apart, farther!" she snapped. "Open your cunt to him."
"My God! What are you...?"
"Do as I tell you!" Claudia ordered, and she did, in non-defining fear.
Splendor ran his tongue the full length of her open crotch, from the tight-closed little pucker of her anus down beneath the tight pink edges of her pussy, even to the top where his tongue penetrated to flick at her clitoris. He repeated it time and again, his tongue laving through her soft, hair covered genitals almost expertly, spreading her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch noticeably at his hungry lapping and sniffling of her open loins.
Once more, Karen looked to Claudia Gray, realizing the futility of the gesture even as she did it, angry with her own self in her fluffy world as the exciting sensations she was beginning to perceive began to take command of her.
My God!
She whimpered aloud as Splendor drew his long thick tongue the length of her slit. Then, she tried to widen her knees a little farther to open the throbbing pink gap to him. His animal tongue thrust up the moist split, tingling at the deep passageway, ravishing her crotch mercilessly. She moaned aloud and then she saw Claudia moving around her head and squirming down beneath her, drawing her legs back to her breasts so that her cunt was completely exposed to her.
Suddenly, Karen felt Splendor mount her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips. The animal's lashing tongue had set her loins afire with desire and as she turned her head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene performance in a strategically placed wall mirror; the sight of the beautiful animal mounting the spread moons of her soft white buttocks, and the sight of Claudia lying on her back with her thighs pulled back in lewd presentation of her cunt to be licked, sent wild and lascivious sensations surging through her drug-saturated mind and body. She saw the reflection of Splendor's glistening coral penis shoot forth from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing in the wet split of her cunt, and she felt his strong animal body jerk against her as he tried to penetrate her vagina with the pointed, thick shaft.
"Help him, pet," Claudia Gray said as she, too, watched glazed-eyed, in the mirror, her own hand moving down between her raised thighs and she slipped her probing index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips of her own contracting cunt.
With an unrestrained moan, Karen shifted her smooth round buttocks about in an effort to capture the dog's lengthening prick, the tension within her mounting to a near unbearable point. She wanted the long slippery shaft inside her, had to have it inside her before she went mad with her building need. She reached back, grasping the slippery organ and guided the pulsating tip of it to the mouth of her pink, moist vagina and-immediately he thrust, spreading her cunt open wider and wider as he buried his long animal cock deep up into her hungry squirming hole.
Claudia watched in lewd fascination as the thick scarlet cudgel slithered forward with a wet, brutal charge until it was sunk to its hilt, Splendor's hairy balls swinging beneath the young wet, golden pussy hair.
"Oh God!" Karen moaned aloud, her eyes wide but glazed as the brute fucked into her from behind while she stared down at Claudia's several fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, wide-split cunt. "Oooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh," she chanted almost in relief, and she began to move backward rhythmically to meet his powerful long strokes into her.
Claudia watched as if hypnotized, her fingers pummeling her own cunt while her eyes locked on Karen's beautiful contorted face, enraptured by the delicious fucking Splendor was giving her. She watched her full taut breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing torso, keeping cadence with Splendor's magnificent cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from behind, a merciless piston of glistening animal flesh sinking to its full depths into her soft white belly.
Suddenly, Claudia entwined her fingers in Karen's hair and pressed her face downward into her crotch and felt the girl's smooth wet tongue begin to lick the moist pink flesh, the roundness of her lips sucking wildly at her clitoris, the length of her tongue darting up into her vagina, slashing, swirling, sucking, and she felt her hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her pink sensitive flesh as she rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding them back against the animal like a bitch in heat.
Claudia couldn't stand the erotic lewd sight any longer, nor hold back the climax that was about to erupt her from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt that Karen was administering. She threw back her head and wailed deeply as the bubble burst and waves of pleasure shot through her loins and belly, causing her legs to Jerk out spasmodically on either side of Karen's golden head buried deep in her crotch.
Suddenly, Karen lifted her face and cried out a gurgling sound from deep in her chest. Her glazed hazel eyes grew round and wide as she blurted: "Ooahh God, I can't stand it, It's too much, too much!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her bag blonde hair flailing wildly as she began the first spasms of orgasm, screwing her buttocks back onto the driving thick animal cock like a wanton slut on a Tijuana stage.
Claudia watched in the mirror in silent triumph as Splendor's tongue hung loosely from the mouth of his noble head, panting and dripping its saliva on to the smooth flesh of Karen's humping back while he fucked into the insanely undulating buttocks from behind with savage fury. Then, Karen shrieked and slammed her ass back against the dog with a desperate, frantic jerk as simultaneously he thrust forward and his prick began to spew his animal sperm deep up into her belly with long hard spurts. Again, she screamed, and her buttocks began to contract convulsively while Claudia watched the mirror to see the combination animal-human thick, white orgasmic liquid ooze salaciously from her tight, clenching cunt still clasping and squeezing Splendor's long thick prick, thin rivulets of the sticky white fluid running down the smooth white columns of her thighs, and then, she collapsed on top of Claudia's loins, giving one last sigh of release as she passed out.
Claudia ran her hand through the entangled mass of silly, golden hair and smiled down at her. "You beautiful, lovely bitch," she whispered. "Oh, what wonderful times we three are going to have together, what wonderful, wonderful times ..."
CHAPTER 9
Once back in her own apartment, Karen Wilson came as close to doing away with herself as a human possibly can without actually committing the horrible crime. In complete despair over her vile seduction by Claudia Gray and the abominable act she had submitted to with the dog, to say nothing of her own lewd indiscretions while under the influence of the hashish, she had managed to secure bottle of sleeping capsules through her physician and was intent on consuming all of them. In fact, she had opened the vial and laid down on the bed, when visions of Jeff burst into her mind. She saw him clearly, almost as if he stood before her, smiling and holding out his hand, then, shaking his head negatively and saying, "No, Karen, No! That's not the way. Don't be a coward, darling. Face it! Face it, and wait for me, Wait for me, Karen!"
It was a strange apparition, like a dream, and it affected her greatly. She had never put any faith in mental telepathy, hardly given it a thought actually, but somehow, she felt certain, Jeff had come to her that moment, had given her courage and hope, and she arose from the bed, capped the bottle of pills, and set about to burn the manuscript that had been the cause of all her problems. She would start over, begin anew, sever all present ties, perhaps even take a trip, go somewhere she was not known for a few months, Yes, that was exactly what she would do, exactly what she would do.
And she did.
Karen wrote her book, The Plain Of Granada, in six months, the length of her stay in the old Moorish city in Spain, a country she had wanted to visit all of her young life. She stayed at the Parador de San Francisco, a hotel built in 1492, constructed within the towers of the Alhambra's fortifications originally as a Franciscan monastery and presently one of the government-owned inns, completely forgetting all else but the immediate scene around her and the created world of her novel. When she was finished she reluctantly left new friends and the fabulous old city, making a quick tour of other places she wanted to see like Segovia and the Alcazar, the Fiesta de San Fermin in Pamplona, El Greco's beloved Toledo, and finally, Madrid where she booked flight on Iberia Air Lines back to the states.
Of course, she had given up her apartment and finding a new one took better than a week, but she was pleased in that this one was less expensive and situated in a more desirable area out near Beverly Hills. Her next move was to contact Nathan Brendell, remind him who she was and request that he read her novel. Although, he said that he remembered her, Karen doubted that he did, and his refusal was polite, but firm. He hardly had time for his, regular clients, let alone new first-novelists, he said, and then, all of a sudden, he paused in his conversation.
"Did you say Karl Fletcher, and the Hearthstone, Miss Wilson?" he questioned into the receiver.
"Yes, yes, I did, Mr. Brendell. One evening some six months ago ..." Karen replied, half smiling to herself as she spoke.
"The blonde girl...? Long golden hair and, well, is that you?"
"I think it is," she said, her smile widening.
"And I said that if Fletcher didn't take good care of you to drop around to my office, didn't I?"
"You certainly did."
Nathan Brendell chuckled. Then: "Well damnit, girl, let's get that manuscript over here ..."
That had been two days ago, and she really didn't expect to hear from him for another week at least, but she couldn't help her nervous anticipation. It was a good book and she knew it, historical with a strong love story, the proper amount of sex, and she had based her handsome young hero entirely upon Jeff, giving her a strong feeling of closeness to her ax-husband all of these months.
Since their divorce there were few hours of a day that passed without something reminding her of this man she loved so deeply, but following that horrid night six months ago when she had reached her lowest ebb and had nearly done away with herself, she had been content to leave it all to fate. She was certain they would meet again one day, and had been ever since that critical moment when he had seemingly materialized before her to give her strength and courage, to save her life. He still loved her as she did him; she was sure of it, and love would find a way. Maybe she was being a romantic fool, but she was happy in her dream, and it had been this romantic dream world that had produced her book and helped her retain her wits when everything seemed lost. She was not about to frown upon it now. As the saying went, Keep the faith, baby, She intended to do just that.
It was the waiting for Nathan Brendell's call that kept her on edge. Two days became four, then five with no word. She tried to keep busy, settling the apartment and working spasmodically on the out-line of her next book, staying entirely to herself, not wanting to revive any of her old ties. By Friday, she had made up her mind to call him, but never quite got to it. Instead, Nathan Brendell contacted her.
"It's a good book, Karen," he said, his deep voice resounding against her eardrum thunderously, "a damn good book! As a matter of fact, I've sold it, and right now I'm dickering with one of the major studios on movie rights, which is why I haven't called. I wanted to have some good news for you ..."
"You, you've already sold it?" Karen stammered, unable to fully comprehend his wonderful words.
"We'll sign contracts Monday," Nathan Brendell said. "Now listen a moment. My wife and I are having a house-warming, our new place out in the valley. We're having a few guests, close friends and the like for the weekend. How about you joining us and we'll have plenty of time to discuss the whole thing, future plans and the like ..."
"Oh, oh God, I can't believe it!" Karen exclaimed, her beautiful face radiant in her happiness. "Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Brendell. I'd love to.
"Fine. Tell you what, I'll pick you up in a couple of hours, say around five? It's about an hour's drive from the city."
"All right, yes, yes, whatever you say, I'll be ready," Karen managed, finally remembering to give him her address before hanging up and collapsing almost lifeless into a chair.
Then, she wept for joy, a full hour passing before she could regain control of her elated emotions again. Finally, she got from the chair to get ready for Nathan Brendell's arrival. There was only one thing missing in the whole beautiful picture, she thought, Jeff, to help share her happiness with her.
CHAPTER 10
Nathan Brendell was most punctual. He rang her buzzer at precisely five o'clock and smiled down upon her as Karen opened the door. She had forgotten his exact appearance, having met and seen him only the one time, and she guessed that he, too, was refurbishing his memory bank.
"Damn," he said suddenly. "You're even more lovely than I remember you."
She felt her face flushing. "Well, thank you, Mr. Brendell," she managed, then, spun around to pick up her overnight bag. There was little one could ever say to such a compliment.
"Here, let me have that," he said, moving his big frame into the room and taking the bag from her. "All set?"
"Yes, I think so," she said and he stepped out ahead of her to wait while she set the lock and pulled the door secure. She smiled up at him. "Ready."
He took her arm and they walked down the one flight of stairs to the street, while he began to enlighten her on what had happened since she had sent him her manuscript five days before. He helped her into his sports car parked at the curb, and picked up the conversation once he was situated behind the wheel and they moved out into traffic.
"... Mac Dolan, he's senior editor at Brusk-Lowell, was really excited over it, but he was trying not to show me," Nathan Brendell said, his eyes straight ahead on the road. "He was shooting for all rights, which is par for the course, and knew damned well I wasn't going to give them to him." He laughed pleasantly. "Anyway, to make a short story of it, honey, the Plain of Granada will be on their late fall list in time for Christmas, and that's good."
Karen watched him, her hazel eyes expressing her complete jubilation. "I-I still can hardly believe it's true," she said, shaking her head.
Brendell glanced over at her, letting his eyes quickly devour her once more. "Oh, it's true all right, baby, and Monday I'll have the movie-rights end of it straightened out. So, any more questions?"
"Only one, How much money will I get?" Karen questioned, finally getting to the most important point of all and the one particular he had completely overlooked telling her.
"Didn't I say?" He chuckled. "So, now you know how an agent's brain runs, Frankly, I think mine's been too overcome with the luscious sight of you ..." Again, he let his eyes drink of her beauty. "How a little doll like you ever wrote such a book is beyond me. I wouldn't take you for the intellectual type, you're, you're constructed for more, more intimate things, if you don't mind my saying so ..."
Karen felt the flush in her cheeks once again. "The money, Mr. Brendell...?" She smiled.
"What? Oh, yeah, the money, Well, I figure with movie-rights and all, roughly, upwards of four hundred-thousand, probably half a million ..."
"My God! Are you serious?"
"Serious? Of course, I'm serious, and I'm serious about you calling me Nat, too. No more of this Mr. Brendell business." He took his eyes from the road, as they swung onto the freeway, to steal a fleeting glance at her. "I plan that our relationship will be considerably less formal, eh? Don't misunderstand me, honey, it's just part of our way of life in this business."
Karen saw the brief flicker of lechery flash across his face. Momentarily though, she was too overcome by the casual figure he had tossed at her. It was overwhelming, unbelievable! And, then, she again caught the near-licentious gleam and came back to immediate reality. Oddly enough, his underlying meaning hadn't surprised her. In fact, at the back of her mind she had wondered just how long it would be before they reached this point of the game. She had learned much, it seemed, in a short time but she said nothing, purposely ignoring the remark while she toyed with the idea.
He was far from being a repulsive man, a Karl Fletcher, and at least sex with him wouldn't be an abominable perversion such as she had known with Claudia Gray. Since then, there had been no one, and abstinence had certainly peaked her desires more than one night when she lay alone in her bed, but she had long ago learned to control it. Nevertheless, here she stood, the vestal virgin with bowed head, before that long sought after goddess, Success, ready to be anointed and led into the realm of the chosen few, It had been a long, grueling, arduous quest, filled with heartbreaks and disappointments, She didn't intend that anything would deprive her of arriving now, anything at all.
"Hey, are you in some kind of ecstatic coma?" he asked, his voice softening without looking at her, his eyes glued to the heavy lanes of traffic.
"I suppose I am," she replied. "But it's all your fault. You've put me there." She paid particular attention to the white at his temples, his strong chin and the hair on the back of his band as he gripped the small steering wheel. Sex, it was, after all, the hub of everything wasn't it? He gave her a quick look and she smiled warmly. It was then that his band moved over to pat her thigh affectionately.
"You know, I think we're going to get on well, you and I, baby," be said meaningfully. "Make lots of money together, have lots of fun together, What do you think?"
She continued to smile warmly at him and he kept stealing quick glances at her. He was truly a handsome man. "I shouldn't be surprised," she answered softly, almost suggestively, but at the moment she was thankful for the bucket seats.
"Hell ..." he said all of a sudden, licking at his lips. "How would you like to stop off somewhere, have a couple of drinks, a little party, maybe?"
Karen felt her breath catch in her throat. Perhaps, she had played it just a bit too easy. She forced a smile, trying not to show her fear or hesitation to his suggestion.
"Should we?" she heard herself say. "I mean, you do have guests you said ..."
"Yeah, A whole damn house full, too." For the hundredth time he looked over at her, his eyes beginning to overflow with the lust brimming there. "Okay, baby, we'll wait, let it build, But I'm warning you, you're going to contend with me before the night's out. Otherwise, I'll burst."
Karen swallowed tightly. A mixture of apprehension, and yet, forbidden excitement surged through her, with a measure of inherent revulsion that she quickly put from her. She had only to dwell for seconds upon this new full life unfurling before her to put down any qualms.
"Well?" be said.
Automatically, she reached to him, placing her hand on his arm. "Whatever you say, Nat, darling ..."
He stared, then glued his eyes back onto the road. "Goddamn!" he blurted.", And to think, you can write too!"
Nathan Brendell drove into the garage, weaving in and around the maze of parked vehicles, and once inside, hopped out to circle around the car to her. As she alighted, he caught her in his strong arms, pressing her tight to him.
"How the hell I stood this all the way out here, I don't know," he said, and then he kissed her.
The captivation of his masculine dominance quickly put aside any whims Karen might have had of holding him off. His massive arms swept her tight to him and she raised her face to his naturally. His hot mouth engulfed her own and his tongue plunged between her lips, beyond the barrier of her teeth and deep to the point of nearly choking her.
Karen felt his huge hands cup her buttocks as the monstrous bulge in the front of his trousers dug into her belly. She sucked and nibbled at his tongue automatically, not at all repelled with the idea.
"God, I want to fuck you!" he hissed, raising his big face from her own to gape hungrily down at her.
Karen felt a chill of erotic stimulation shock her at the sound of the lewd word and its very meaning as he breathed it into her face. It had been such a long, long time.
"Yes, yes ..." she whispered hoarsely.
"Tonight, listen ..." he managed licking at his lips as his big hands caressed her buttocks and the protuberance of him pressed into her belly. "There'll be a gathering in the nursery, that's the playroom where Muriel, my wife, shows stag films and anything else that stimulates. It's a swap arrangement, baby, you know, but I just want to be sure if I get tied up businesswise, you wait for me. Understand?"
Karen tried to categorize his rush of words. "A swap arrangement?, You mean couples swap mates?"
"Exactly."
"I've heard about it, but ..."
"Never mind any of it. You just wait for me, you hear?"
"Yes, Nat, Whatever you say."
He clutched her to him. "You luscious little bitch!" he gasped, and once more his hands went over her before they straightened themselves and entered the house.
There were perhaps some thirty guests milling about the splendid house when Brendell placed Karen in Muriel's care and the attractive woman showed her about, introducing her as the brilliant new young novelist her husband had discovered. Karen had also caught the twinkling expression of understanding that had passed between husband and wife when Nathan had presented her to the former movie actress, and frankly, she hadn't known whether to smile or cringe. However, Muriel had quickly put her at ease once Nathan had left them to make a few business phone calls.
"One thing about my husband," the British beauty said, "he always brightens up the atmosphere with his choice of girlfriends." She was smiling warmly and not at all cattishly, as Karen might have expected. "You are a breathtakingly lovely girl, Karen. I do hope you won't turn his head too far from me, and for too long. Really, you know, we love each other a great deal, but we like to think we're rather broadminded about one another's extracurricular activities. We think it's the secret to perfect marital bliss, don't you agree, dear?"
"Well, I-I really can't say," Karen stammered, not a little bit jolted by the woman's casual philosophy regarding infidelity, especially, her own husband's. Yet, at the same time, she quickly assumed that Muriel Brendell had her playmates also.
"You're not married, dear?"
"No, I'm divorced," said Karen. "But please don't get the wrong idea, Mrs. Brendell. I'm not after your husband ..."
"Of course you're not, darling," Muriel put in quickly. "I hope I haven't given you the jealous wife impression," she added, reaching out to take Karen's hand with a sincere warmth. "Good heavens, anything but that, Look around you, my dear, This beautiful new home, it's Nathan's memento to me, and our life together ..."
"It's absolutely, magnificent," Karen said, glancing about her. "I'm in love with it."
"Everyone is, and you know who built it?" Muriel said, her dark eyes dancing excitedly. "My lover, So you see how ultra modern we are, darling, my Nat and me? We've truly found the secret, but enough of this. Let me show you around and introduce you to everyone ..."
Karen had sipped her way through two martinis while Muriel conducted her through her luxuriously modern home. The third drink Muriel made for them at the cozy little well-stocked bar in the nursery. It was a large, yet intimate, room of soft dark hues, indirect lighting and expensive carpeting. The erotic pictures, statuary and symbols adorning the walls and tables brought a flush to Karen's cheeks, and the suggestive looking couches and chairs left little doubt of the room's main purpose. She was thankful that Nathan had mentioned its existence earlier; it had helped soften the shocking impact.
"You like?" Muriel asked, smiling.
"It's unusual, to say the least," Karen replied, gaping at a series of paintings showing a couple in various positions enjoying sex.
"Those are by Mihael Zichy, the Hungarian painter," Muriel enlightened her. "And that is a Pierre Klossowski," she pointed; "Some erotic Japanese, artist unknown, those are from the Marquis de Sade's works, rather enticing, aren't they?"
Karen could only stare. She had never seen anything like them.
"They cost Nat a fortune, and of course there's no way of insuring them. But you see, only selected and intimate friends get into this room, and now, you're among them, darling," Muriel said, smiling meaningfully. "Well, shall we go down and join the others?"
Karen took up her drink and accompanied hr hostess to the main living room where most of the guests were gathered, endeavoring with considerable difficulty to accept what she had witnessed so far with a woman-of-the-world attitude. She hoped her prudishness wasn't showing through. But God, she had never dreamed such things.
A voice caused her to stop short in her thoughts. Its particular male timbre sent an emotional sensation rippling up her spine. Then, he laughed and she swung around to see him standing there.
"What is it, dear?" Muriel Brendell questioned anxiously as her beautiful young guest suddenly paled before her.
"My God!" Karen exclaimed. "It is Jeff!"
Muriel stared at her. "Why yes, darling, Jeff Lewis, do you know him?"
"Know him...? He's my ex-husband!"
CHAPTER 11
"I-I just can't believe my eyes," Jeff said, shaking his head, smiling, holding her off at arm's length and looking her up and down. "My God, you look wonderful, more beautiful than ever ..."
Karen beamed at him, her cheeks flushed with the excitement of seeing him again, but it was as if her tongue were tied; she just couldn't speak. He had rushed to her once he spotted her and the initial shock had passed, then, quickly led her off into another room where they could have some measure of privacy. Muriel Brendell had watched the whole performance with a certain growing apprehension, her smile fading as Jeff's eyes seemed to brighten unnecessarily at the sight of an ex-wife; a little ridge of white appeared around her mouth when she watched him lead the lovely young blonde off to a secluded comer.
"Good heavens, say something!" Jeff said, grinning at her.
"I-I can't ..." Karen blubbered, tears glistening in her eyes. "I-I'm so happy to see you, How are you? How have you been? Where have ..."
"Wait a minute," he said, laughing. "One question at a time ..." And then his smile faded, an expression of wonderment taking its place. "How come you're here, anyway...?"
Now, Karen laughed, and elatedly she told him of her success with her book, keeping it as brief as possible. It was him that she wanted to hear about.
"That's wonderful, Karen," he said. "Is Nat your agent?"
She nodded enthusiastically and thought she detected the slightest flicker of distaste cross his handsome face. It quickly occurred to her that he was trying to put two and two together and she led him away from the subject.
"Tell me something about yourself," she said, almost breathlessly. "My God, it's been so long, Jeff, and I had no idea where you were ..."
"Nor I, you," he said, his eyes searching her face, then trailing down the enchanting contours of her beautiful body that he so well remembered, his mouth going dry at just the thought of her soft smooth flesh. "Me, I've been in Los Angeles ever since I got out of the service. I went back with Curren Company, until I built this house, now, I have my own organization ..."
Karen felt the little lump form at the pit of her stomach. "You, you built this house, Jeff?"
He grinned. "Yep, like it?"
She was nodding, but all of the time she was remembering Muriel Brendell's dancing eyes when she had said: "... And you know who built it? My lover!"
"Confidentially, there's a man here named Rourke who's planning to build a million-dollar condominium, and before this weekend's over I'll have that deal too," he advised her in a voice just above a whisper.
"I-I'm happy for you, Jeff," she said, but the enthusiasm had suddenly seemed to have drained from her voice. "I hope it all works out, Now, I think we better get back to the others ..."
She started to turn away and he caught her arm. "Hey, for gosh sakes, hold on will you?" He stared at her half smiling, half in wonderment at the sudden change that had come over her. "My God, it's been, how long? Two years since we've seen one another, and that's all we have to say, How are you? How've you been? What're' you doing? Look Karen ..." he said, his face growing serious, his eyes almost pleading as he moved closer to her. "I've got a great deal more that I want to say to you, things I've said a hundred times to myself at night when I'm alone ..."
"Oh?" Karen made the sound rather sharply. "I didn't think you'd be alone, Jeff, at night, especially."
Jeff stared at her, surprised at her sudden change of heart. "What the devil are you getting at, anyway?"
Muriel interrupted him. "So, here's where you two are hiding." She smiled thinly. "Rehashing old arguments, I presume." She linked her arm through Jeff's and Karen watched his face redden. "Well, darling, Mr. Rourke wants a word or two with us, so I'm afraid you little tete-a-tete will have to wait for another time. You will excuse us, dear, and oh, I nearly forgot, Nat is looking all over for his little authoress." She leaned close. "Personally, I think he'd like to go over your outline with you, in private.
Jeff glared at Karen, his own face still a flaming brick-red. He wanted very badly to say something, anything that would cut, but she was gone before he could formulate words.
"Well, darling...? Are we ready to talk to Mr. Rourke, or are you going to stand here and do a slow burn indefinitely?" Muriel needled.
"Wh-What? Oh, yes," he managed. "Let's go ..." Christ, what a hell of a mess this had turned out to be.
Karen found herself the associate of a long-haired, bit-part western actor who willingly hustled martinis for her. She drank two fast ones and found herself a corner chair where she sat and seethed. Her companion chose the chair arm on her left side, which was acceptable until he dropped his arm letting his hand dangle against her breast.
"You do that one more time," she looked up and spat at him, "and you'll think you've been in a saloon brawl."
He grinned down at her. "Damn," he said, "I shore like my woman with fire ..."
Karen stood. "Go to hell," she said and walked to the little bar where there was an empty stool. She was sick inside, and her rage at what she had discovered existed between Muriel Brendell and Jeff was turning her inside out. Two goddamned years she had pined away, hoping, waiting, wondering if he was all right. And was he all right! The handsome, young Casanova, cleverly feathering his nest and his bed, The bastard! Well, it was certainly over with now, wasn't it, There was nothing left to that feeble episode in her life. She had blamed herself, her frigidity, for the loss of this, this man she had thought she loved. And now, it was time that she awakened to the facts! He simply wasn't man enough to satisfy her, and that was the whole story of that Karl Fletcher, beast, pig, ugly brute though he was, had brought her the first full meaning of sex. And a woman and a dog had repeated the act, Jeff Lewis just wasn't man enough for her.
"Darling! I've been looking all over for you," Nathan Brendell said, coming up beside her and taking her hand. "For awhile, I was almost afraid you'd disintegrated ..."
The sight of his strong, handsome presence caused the blood to pound in her veins. She smiled gorgeously and reached to take his big hand between her own small ones.
"I knew you'd find me," she said in soft tones. "So, I just waited."
His tongue flicked out to wet his slender lips, and his eyes blazed as they raked her. "Christ, you're lovely!" he gasped. "Look, are you hungry?"
"Not really."
"It's nine-thirty, you should eat. There's a buffet in the dining room. Let's grab a bite and go to my quarters, where we can discuss the book, and future plans."
Karen thought about it. The idea excited her. "I'd like that," she said.
"Come on, baby, come on," he said; he held her hand while she climbed from the stool and led her off.
Karen couldn't give the briefest analysis of what had come over her. She had simply frozen. It really had nothing to do with Nat, but she couldn't seem to explain it to him. They were in his suite and he'd kissed her a half-dozen times, but it was as if she were made of ice inside. She couldn't help it, nor could she answer in reason why.
"Why the sudden icicle treatment?" Nat snapped at her. "You know I'm going to fuck you one way or the other, why not with cooperation and enjoyment?"
He was storming back and forth across the room. Karen sat on the edge of the bed watching him. To this point, he had not even forced a hand upon her. God, she wanted so much to be what he wanted her to be right at that moment, but she couldn't. Jeff saturated her brain.
He walked to the TV screen and turned it on. It lighted immediately and she saw the group in the nursery. They seemed to be pretty much concentrated on the couches and watching something. Suddenly, she noticed one girl with her legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. The man with her had his hand inside her white nylon panties, cupping her soft, squirming pussy. Karen felt a slight involuntary tremor as the outline of his fingers moved beneath the sheer material. He was stroking in a slow, lewd rhythm, obviously sinking them deep into her vagina. The girl, unaware of anyone around her, was grinding her pelvis, buttocks raised, in tempo to the fingers fucking into her. Yet, both she and her companion were watching something.
"What is it? What are they watching?" Karen asked.
Brendell went to the set and switched the channels, then came back to lie down on the bed beside her. He said nothing.
The picture on the screen caused Karen to sit upright and gape. A young, teen-age girl had the penis of an older man in her mouth and she was sucking it voraciously as though her very life depended on it. The girl was naked, but the man had the upper portion of a uniform on. His massive shaft thrust out from his loins like a fence-post, and the much smaller girl sat on a chair sucking it with all of her heart. Then, the scene changed and Karen saw the bars indicating some kind of prison. The camera dwelled on a second girl on her knees, she too as young as the first, with her tongue extended and licking at the half uniformed man's testicles and between his buttocks. Once more, the camera switched to show the girl on her knees with her fingers masturbating herself, then, the one in the chair, her legs wide-spread and plunging what looked like a hand-made phallus into her vagina vigorously.
"My God!" Karen exclaimed as the prison guard's legs began to jerk and then, she saw the sticky, white liquid oozing from the sitting girl's mouth, dribbling down to her chin as she swallowed, her eyes like two blazing hot coals and her hand thrusting the dildo into her cunt furiously.
Then, the single bell dinged.
"What was that?" Karen looked to him.
Nathan Brendell was smiling, lying back on the bed watching her. He said: "My signal."
"For what?"
"For what I want you to see, A live replica of what you've just witnessed, In a minute ..." He rolled over toward her and drew her to him, kissing her wetly on the mouth, his big hand moving down her rib-cage to the soft white swell of her buttocks.
She had no intention of fighting him in any respect. But she was sorry she couldn't respond in kind. She even had no feeling for Jeff at the moment. She owed him nothing. It was simply that she was the way she was, not that the movie hadn't excited her, but not to the point that she knew Nat wanted her to be. It was almost as if icicles had formed in her belly; she simply returned his kiss to the best of her ability.
He pulled her to her feet and led her toward the hr wall where the mirror hung and the extra-wide couch sat beneath it. He stood her before the mirror then walked away for a moment. Suddenly, the room went dark, and the mirror illuminated as if it were a window. Karen saw the next room and she climbed onto the couch closer, for the occupants were Muriel Brendell and Jeff, naked!
"It's a double mirror," Nat said. "Now we watch their party."
It was a bedroom and Karen couldn't believe her eyes. Nat had come up beside her and put his arm around her. His wife, Muriel, was lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed, her head gently rolling back and forth as Jeff ran his tongue wetly up and down her body.
"Oh God!" Karen exclaimed.
Nat Brendell patted her buttocks gently. "Watch," he said. "Just watch."
Karen stared unbelievingly. He had obviously sucked her breasts into quaking hardness and more, like trailing his wet, hot tongue in a path down to the level of her jerking belly and inner thighs before they had moved to the mirror. Nat's wife was squirming beneath his flicking caresses like some lascivious slut, possessed. She had her hands wound in his hair, pressing his mouth to her flesh. Karen lurched angrily as she watched. She was enraged. Had it not been her Jeff, perhaps her whole reactions would be different, she thought, but this was Jeff! Her husband, oh God, not really, was he, Her mind twisted at the sight of the spectacle, while her feminine reaction was baffling to her. It was depraved and obscene, yet, somewhere deep inside her, she wanted to watch.
Muriel Standard Brendell was beautiful, she thought subconsciously, staring at the lovely woman spread crucifixionally on the bed before her. She was obviously engulfed in rapture; her mouth hung open and her eyes gaped smokily up at nothing. Jeff was right above her, his face but inches from her soft, fleece covered loins. Karen watched his thumbs open the outer flanges of her vaginal lips, it was as if he had touched her own. Muriel sucked in her tummy gaspingly, as he taunted male-like, pulling outward slowly, parting the silken pubic hair and exposing her moist red slit before him. Karen gasped again as the dainty thorn of her clitoris burst into hard throbbing view, just above the entrance of her wet tender vagina.
"Oh God!" Karen said as Jeff's head dropped, his long wet tongue darting out to caress tantalizingly at the quivering little bud of raw nerves, the plexus at the top of Nat's wife's open cunt.
"My God!" Karen exclaimed, looking over at Nat beside her, hardly conscious of the fact that he was running his hand up and down her own inner thigh as she kneeled close to the mirror. "Don't you
mind?"
He chuckled softly. "Not as long as I have you, baby."
"But, but that's your wife!"
"And, she's happy, isn't she...?"
Karen stared, watching Muriel's body jerk as Jeff's tongue played with her clitoris. She saw her legs clamp together tightly about his head, and her hips begin an easy rising-falling motion in cadence to his penetrating, slavering tongue. She couldn't hear her, but she knew she was purring like a kitten, while at the same time her lower body was writhing insanely. He had begun to suck with fervor.
Karen was trying desperately to evaluate. She was racking her mind as she stared in disbelief at Muriel Brendell squirming madly at the lustfully depraved sucking of her loins. And her Jeff was doing it, while Muriel's husband knelt beside her, his hand beneath her dress caressing her buttocks over the smooth white nylon of her panties. She gasped, stared, watching Muriel's body writhe in lewd surrender beneath the earth-shattering lapping and sucking of the mouth glued to her crotch, and suddenly, she found that her own body was moving in unison with the seduced woman. She turned abruptly to Nat and found that he was close, that he was behind her, and she felt the length of his body pressed tight against her back. She really didn't care, didn't know anything as she should, then, she felt his arms extended around her, his hands on her breasts in a warm circular motion that felt good, and subconsciously she pressed her buttocks back against him.
She felt the stiffness of his prick as she had felt it against her belly when they had stood in the garage, but now she felt it pressing through her gown into the soft, yielding crevice of her buttocks. Ooooh, it did feel good!
She sensed his hand lowering the zipper at the back of her dress, and then a hand creeping in to push her bra away from her ripe, swollen breasts. He moved the garment upward, letting her tits fall loose, his hands cupping the supple mounds greedily as they fell free, encompassing the hardened sensitive nipples between his fingers, pressing tightly and rolling them back and forth until she whimpered out in pleasure at his manipulations, at the same time, grinding his heavy hardness between the split of her warm, sensuously rotating buttocks.
Karen stared as if mesmerized, her buttocks pressed snugly back against Nat, watching Jeff's nibbling lips as they moved up Muriel's writhing body. He worked slowly, almost methodically, pausing at strategic spots for an extra quick flick of his tongue, and raising obvious groans of pleasure from deep in her throat. Jeff had risen to his knees and for the first time Karen saw his thick, rigid cock jutting out from his crotch. A blended chill of excitement, rage and revulsion, passed through her at the familiar sight of it and the memories it brought instantly to her. But she hadn't remembered it as being so enormously thick, and suddenly she shuddered as he poised it at the mouth of Muriel's wide-spread vagina. He was going to ram it right into her! But then, he stopped, Muriel had said something to him, and he began to slither up her body until he was completely astraddle of her breasts, his buttocks flattening them against her chest, the smooth, spongy head of his prick scant inches from her mouth.
Karen gasped as Jeff reached behind him, his hand sliding down between Muriel's wide-open thighs, his middle finger sinking deep into the moist pink flanges of her cunt, and it began to move in and out there. Then, he rotated it, causing Muriel to lurch and gasp, as did Karen at the sight and thought of the taunting finger moving against the woman's warm sensitive vaginal walls. She appeared to be trying to squirm away from the erotic torment, but Jeff had placed his knees in such a manner as to hold her arms and shoulders secured to the bed, and as he grinned down at her in a lewd, sadistic expression, his free hand grasped his cock and began to taunt her lips with its head.
Karen could not believe the lascivious sight she was witnessing, but above all she could not conceive that the lewd, naked male performing before her was her own Jeff, the boy-man she had loved for so long. It just wasn't possible, My God! She gasped again as she saw Muriel's tongue flick out from between her teeth to lick at the tiny split at the tip of his cock. She gaped in horror as a thin string of the secretion that oozed from it stretched across her open mouth, and at the way she was straining, the cords in her neck standing out rigidly as she tried to capture the bobbing instrument and suck it between her lips. Furiously, she sought it, her tongue laving at its underside while Jeff laughed above her, holding it just out of her reach, until Karen found her own neck stretching in sympathy with the passion-filled struggling girl on the bed.
Then Karen thought she detected something more than just a sadistic light in Jeff's eye, maybe just a touch of hate as he taunted the woman who was completely at his mercy beneath him with his prick, and she felt the muscles of her own body grow more tense at the thought, even as Nat's big hands continued to fondle her breasts maddeningly. Suddenly, she gave a little start as one of his hands left her breast to trace teasingly downward across the soft, now quivering flesh of her belly and slowly slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, his fingers moving tormentingly in the sparse silken hair of her mound, and then downward into the moist unresisting slit between her thighs, gently moving through its wetness to the tiny bud of her clitoris, grazing it into quivering erectness.
Karen moaned aloud as Nat's big finger moved expertly down under her crotch, little jolts of pleasure surging through her while his fingers parted the soft hair-lined lips of her vagina and she felt one slip gently inside the tight elastic opening, sliding deep up into her cunt, generating wilder spasmodic sensations to spiral through her. She squirmed uncontrollably beneath his ministrations and felt the hugeness of his cock pressed deep in the now perspiring crevice of her ass behind, jerking and throbbing as it telegraphed to her the mounting lust of the big man who was draped over her, his great hands seeming to set her whole body aflame with desire. She ground her buttocks back against it and the finger he was thrusting into her moist, quivering pussy, sensing a feeling of masochistic servility at her helpless imprisonment beneath him.
Then, he began an almost unperceptive rocking movement and Karen felt her body respond of its own volition, moving in rhythm while they both watched the lewd performance on the other side of the mirror, witnessing the exact moment when Jeff raised Muriel's head by the hair and thrust his thick cock forward, the blood inflated head smashing between her receptive lips to plunge deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Karen's breath caught in her throat. My God! He would choke her the way he was ramming his huge prick down her throat, but to her amazement, Muriel was eagerly thrusting her face forward to meet its every plunge, her lips puckered, sucking at the thick organ voraciously. And then, as she stared at Jeff, on his knees now, with one hand holding Muriel's head aloft and the other sunk deep in her wide-spread crotch, she felt Nat lift her dress to her hips and draw her sheer white nylon panties down over the rounded white cheeks of her ass, letting them slip to her knees. A cool rush of air brushed up between her legs and she felt her face flushing uncontrollably.
God, she thought, her whole backside was exposed to him, presented in lewd invitation for whatever little humiliating game he might decide to play with it. Good Lord, what did he think of her, that she was some kind of slut probably similar to his own wife lying there sucking Jeff's hardened penis like some wanton whore? If he did, he was in for a surprise, she thought, as she gaped in disbelief at Muriel's elasticized lips sucking insanely at Jeff's fleshy rod sawing into her mouth. Her face was contorted, her mouth fluted, her cheeks hollowing and bloating obscenely, her eyes glazed like some feral, rutting animal, the very sight of which was involuntarily increasing Karen's own excitement, and now she could feel the wetness saturating her thighs and moistening Nat's hand with its warm moisture.
Suddenly, Karen heard the metallic whisper of Nat's zipper behind her and she gave a start, but before she could speak she felt him moving about, and turning her head, saw that his face was lowered to the level of her buttocks. She felt him pressing his powerful hands against the small of her back.
"Bend over," he hissed at her, and although she hesitated, his hands forced her to comply until her buttocks wavered in the air behind her and before his face. Abruptly, she felt his hot wet tongue between her straining buttocks, licking moistly downward through the entire length of her sweat-dampened crevice, stopping only briefly to flick its tip into the tiny crinkled ring of her anus.
"Oh God!" Karen moaned while his warm, moist tongue slavered and taunted her defenseless, upraised crotch. She gasped again at the sudden unexpected entry of it into her soft wet passage and buried her face in the couch with a surprised groan of pleasure. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his face. She felt her vaginal channel contract, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath exploded down into the couch in small quick gasps as he began a sudden curling and flicking, pressing his lips closer, and then, once again, working at her whole open crevice, sucking and licking at it crazily while her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face almost out of control.
Dear God, she had never known anything like this before! Its utter delicious wickedness was consuming her, causing a lewd tingling joy to permeate her whole being. She never wanted it to stop, but it did, and she sensed his tongue slithering back up through the cleft separating her buttocks, up to the base of her spine, and then he moved in close behind her on his knees, until she felt the hugeness of the lust-inflated head of his prick press into the soft yielding split of her ass.
A shudder rippled through her at the touch of its massiveness. God almighty, she thought, he's way too big for me, he'll tear me open!
Then, he backed away and reached down to pull the hindering panties from her legs. Neither of them spoke and the task required some maneuvering but finally it was accomplished. Karen started to drop to the couch and turn over onto her back, but as she did she caught sight of Muriel Brendell's soft, lipstick rimmed lips clasped hungrily around Jeff's growing white cock sawing into her mouth and decided she wanted to watch it to the very end. Muriel had gotten her hands free now and was clutching Jeff's buttocks, one in each hand and was pulling his penis furiously into her lewdly ovalled mouth while he grinned salaciously above her, watching her lust-contorted face as she licked and sucked madly at his prick.
"Good," Nat agreed, jumping to his feet and tearing at his things in a frenzy.
Karen stood and slipped her dress down over her hips, at the same time getting her first real look at Nathan Brendell's huge, thick cock extending out a foot from his muscular, hairy loins.
"Oh, my God, Nat, I can never take that ..." she gasped, her beautiful hazel eyes locked on it in obvious fear. She raised her head as he came toward her smiling, his arms held out for her to go into, and in spite of her fear, she did.
"Don't worry, baby," he whispered, holding her naked, voluptuousness tight to him, his massive cock pressed snugly against the soft flesh of her belly. "I won't hurt you, and believe me, you can take it. Now, do you want to see the end of their party? He must be just about ready to explode in my sweet wife's mouth."
"Yes! Yes!" Karen exclaimed, remembering and leaning back onto the couch, bending over this time so that her buttocks were quickly presented to her heavily breathing host and she could still see into the mirror. "Please, please be gentle, darling ..."
Again, Nat got on his knees behind her, moving forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide-stretched thighs as he could possibly go, guiding his thick cock forward with thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft blonde pubic hair with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warm soft folds of the ragged edges of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip of his cock and groaned loudly.
Karen stared through the glass, endeavoring to forget her own mounting dread by losing herself in Muriel and Jeff's utterly obscene lovemaking. Now, she could see white, viscous fluid running from the corners of Muriel's mouth and dribbling in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks as she lay on her back, her head partially raised and Jeff's thick, long cock stuffing her mouth in savage plunges; suddenly, Karen realized that Muriel was reveling in the brutal humiliation her Jeff was subjecting her to, a masochistic gleam dancing strangely in her lust-glazed eyes.
Karen bit down into her lower lip as she felt Nathan's blunt, throbbing prick begin to press and prod against the small elastic opening of her vagina. She gasped aloud, steeling herself as the mighty, turgid head slipped through the expanding ring of flesh; she heard him groan as they both felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt slip smoothly over the fleshy shaft, finally and wetly enclosing the gently penetrating rock-hard length as he continued to surge right up into her.
Truly, she had felt the massive entry with a dozen twinges of pain, but not once had she fought him or cried out, and just as truly did her cunt-walls seem afire with his unaccustomed size imbedded in her belly. It felt as though he had burrowed into her all the way to her breasts, and now, she moaned uncontrollably for the first time.
"All right?" he questioned softly.
"Yes, all right," Karen managed to groan out between her tightly clenched teeth.
Then, gasping his obvious delight at her reception of him, Nathan Brendell began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the warm, moist channel of her vagina. For awhile, Karen continued to chew at her lower lip, until gradually the pain eased as her cunt walls expanded, and she, too, sensed that masochistic sensation of pleasure once more. Being fucked this way, helplessly impaled on his long huge cock while she watched Jeff's brutal subjugation of Muriel Brendell, who was sucking her ex-husband's lengthy thick prick like some lowly slave, had set off exciting sensations of wicked pleasure to ripple through her love-starved body. The very lewd sight taking place before her, and the thought of Nathan's great cock ravishing her cunt caused her to undulate her buttocks salaciously in rhythmic circles back at the heavy shaft fucking into her from behind.
"Oh, Oh Nat, It's good, good, good! Don't stop, darling. Don't stop!" she whispered back at him.
Nathan Brendell grinned lewdly down upon the smooth whiteness of her delicious body. He let his eyes feast for the slightest moment there, on the way her soft, full ass curved sharply away into the narrow wasp-like waist that looked as though it would break from the least of pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs, he could see her white smooth thighs tapering down sharply to small, well-formed knees, and then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm, shapely calves. Momentarily, he envisioned her lying on her back with the delicious strength of those calves locked tightly behind his ass, pulling him into her in a wild burst of passion, but that would come later. Much would come later. Oh, don't worry, baby, he thought to himself. I'm not about to stop, not for a damn long time to come. In fact, my little blonde bitch, I've just begun.
CHAPTER 12
Jeff was harboring the perverted feeling that his balls might burst open at any moment and the bitch beneath him would be denied her erotic pleasure of drinking his load, instead, it would gush out into her face, blinding her, clogging her nose and strangling her. But of course, that was just wishful thinking wasn't it? He was about ready to come apart inside, blow his sperm right into her gullet, which was exactly what she was waiting for as she sucked him like some kind of machine, her lips brushing against the hair of his groin, his cock plunging to the very depths of her throat with every
Oh God, Karen, where are you? Help me shed this lascivious witch who is draining the very life from my soul and body. God, when I saw your lovely, delicate pureness I realized what I had given up blindly. Please, please, for God's sake, darling, come back to me!
"Oh, Oh ..." he blurted aloud.
He gaped down at her rounded lips clenching hungrily around his throbbing prick as his loins grew hot and he felt the sweat oozing between his legs. The pressure building in his balls that were slapping against her chin as she worked in a near hypnotic state, was excruciating, unbearable, and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen.
He thought: I've got the condominium contract, darling. Please, please come back to me!
"Mmmmmm," Muriel hummed up at him, her eyes widening excitedly with what she knew was coming.
At that moment, it happened! There was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the seething liquid white flow as he jerked his cock from her mouth, holding the heavy shaft back so that its swollen, lurching head was inches from her wide open mouth, and then, it began squirting its streams of white hot sperm in lengthy jets into her gaping mouth, filling it to the brim in the manner she liked, and he watched her swallow it away time and again until his loins pumped and nothing came, She'd sucked him completely dry.
Jeff pulled his deflated prick from her still sucking mouth and climbed off her. He rolled to the side of the bed and sat there. Momentarily, he sat with head bowed, then reached for a cigarette on the night stand.
Muriel moved toward him. "What's wrong, lover?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Oh, I think there is," she replied softly. "I, I have the feeling your lovely ex-wife is reaching
you."
"So...?" Jeff said, standing and moving directionlessly around the room. "Is that so damned strange?"
Muriel rolled onto her back. "Perhaps," she said. "Perhaps, it is, darling. How do they say that? A lot of water has passed under the bridge...?"
"Never mind your philosophy. Let's get things straightened out between us," Jeff snapped. He walked back and forth, smoking. "Frankly, Muriel, I've had it, right up to here."
"Ooohhh...? Well now, I suppose those things do happen, don't they? Handsome young husband gets look at beautiful divorced wife and wants to start all over again ..." She laughed as she got from the bed and went to the mirror. "Well, darling, if that's the way you feel, fine. But first, there's a little something I think you should see, Come here."
He'd truly had it. Might just as well get it over with now. These scenes were never good at their very best, but regardless, there could never be anyone but Karen, and that had been proven to him when he had laid eyes on her earlier this evening. So, she was frigid, Good God, he had since learned that there were worse things. He loved her with every fiber of his being, and given half a chance he was going to tell her. Momentarily, he had seen reciprocal love in her lovely eyes tonight, before whatever the hell it was that had happened; but he was certain, she loved him as much as he loved her, and he would almost bet she was still a near virgin.
"Come here," Muriel persisted, standing before the mirror that looked into Nathan's quarters. She extinguished their own lights.
Jeff walked around the bed angrily. Well, he ought to know all of the intricate devices in this house. He'd seen to their installation, and now she was eavs-dropping on her husband again. He came up beside her, looked, and froze, a heavy tremor of revulsion surging through him as he stared in disbelief.
Good God almighty! Beyond the mirror, lying on the couch only a few feet away lay Karen, naked, with Nathan Brendell between her widespread thighs, her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy as the huge man fucked his giant cock into her golden, virginal pussy!
He couldn't believe it! It was impossible! My God, not Karen, of all people! Why, why, she was a human icicle, and who should know better than he...? But, but, there she lay, nevertheless, her whole body twitching and writhing beneath the huge body of Nat Brendell.
Quickly, Jeff pushed Muriel to one side and fumbled with the panel controls beside the mirror, turning up the volume of sound, immediately picking up Karen's incessant groans as she moaned up into the moistness of his mouth, and Jeff visualized her thrusting her tongue with complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile surrender were coming in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with lewd desire, as her mouth worked, her neck strained, and her nostrils flared, a light film of perspiration covering her forehead under her disheveled, soft blonde hair.
"Ooooh yes, yes, fuck it hard, darling, fuck it hard!" she was begging, gasping in abandoned welcome to the punishing prick sinking deep into her tightly clasping cunt.
Jeff gaped as Nat's big hands slipped under the white rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them and at the same time, straining his cock forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently as hungrily she wound her long smooth legs up and around his hips and he thrust deeper into her. Jeff could see the soft, pink folds of her vagina clinging to his cock as it withdrew from her, squeezing tightly around his rigid column, and he found himself wagering that she could feel every inch on that huge elephantine prick fucking into the small tight virginal cunt he so well remembered and loved so much.
Good God! He couldn't stand it! He was going in there and, and.
"Wait a minute, lover," Muriel caught hold of him as he started for the door. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to kill that goddamned husband of yours!"
"Oh? And for what?"
"For what he's doing to my wife, that's for what?" Jeff barked at her, jerking his arm free.
"Your wife? Aren't you just a bit mixed up, lover?" she said, speaking in that soft, smoky, never riled, voice of hers. 'Don't you think you better give the whole thing a moment of cool-headed thought, eh?"
Enraged though he was, Jeff paused long enough to let her words register, and that was sufficient to restore a measure of rational thinking once more. Suddenly, he felt very stupid, standing there naked with this woman who was calmly in the process of lighting a cigarette. Slowly, he walked back to the bed and slumped down on the edge. She was right, of course. There wasn't a damned thing he could do about it, except blow his whole future by creating a scene. Maybe, he'd blown it already with Muriel, God almighty, his own sweet, beautiful Karen being fucked like a bitch in heat on the other side of that wall, He just couldn't believe it.
Muriel came over to stand before him. She dragged at her cigarette and let out smoke in the semi-darkness, the light from the next room showing through the mirror as the sounds of Karen's and Nathan Brendell's violent lovemaking continued to come to them clearly.
"It might interest you to know, lover, that your ex and my husband were watching us just a few minutes ago," she said calmly.
Jeff looked up at her. "What the hell did you say?"
Muriel laughed lightly. "Why so surprised? You know that's the routine at my parties, a bit of voyeurism for stimulation. Best aphrodisiac I know of."
"Oh God ..." Jeff moaned. He might have guessed that had he used his head at all. The thought sickened him, that his Karen had watched this woman sucking his prick, and, and the way he had licked her cunt, My God, there was nothing he could do! He'd lost her for certain this time, for certain and forever, Momentarily, he thought he was going to bawl, like a baby, but a sudden feminine moan of erotic pleasure filled the room, and he leaped to his feet, going back to the mirror.
Brendell was working feverishly over her and Karen was tossing her head from side to side as she moaned ceaselessly from her open mouth. He had lengthened his strokes, bringing his cock nearly all the way out of her clasping vagina, then plunging forward into her uplifted buttocks, his balls slapping harshly against the unprotected crevice and her tight little anus. Jeff stared and saw the big man's hand trail down over the tight smooth skin of her ass and one of his fingers find the small puckered hole cradled defenselessly there. He even felt his own prick jerk as Nathan's finger pushed into it with a sudden movement and he saw the soft, rubbery flesh yield before his attack.
"Ooohhh," Karen gasped, the mixed sound of pain-pleasure tumbling from her lips.
Jeff held his breath, watching the finger sink deeper into the hairless little ring of flesh.
"Ohhh God!" she groaned again as it dug further into her defenseless asshole; but Brendell didn't stop and Jeff's prick gave another lurch when he saw the way the big man was working the thick digit around inside, stretching her rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. And then, Jeff's mouth fell open when he saw him insert a second finger.
God! He wanted to smash in there and tear the filthy bastard off her, beat him within an inch of his life for violating her soft, white flesh! But he knew there was nothing he could do, and then, he felt Muriel beside him taking hold of his own hardening cock, its unwanted rigidness incited the more by the deep guttural moans of pleasure coming from Karen's chest as she skewered her rectum back onto Nat's fingers probing around in the soft rubbery depths of her back passage. He had her hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly in her asshole, and she was moaning and mewling beneath him, twisting and whimpering in wanton abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
Muriel had begun to milk Jeff's shaft, moving the heavy outer layer of skin back and forth as she stood close to him, her arm around his waist, watching wild-eyed the lascivious performance in the next room.
"Oohhh," she breathed heavily as she saw her husband's free hand move down the rounded cheek of Karen's ass to where his cock was sliding wetly in and out of her blonde pussy and fondle the contracting lips where he entered her, raising further moans of sensation from her. Suddenly, Muriel couldn't stand to watch any longer and swiveled around in front of Jeff, her back to him, bending over, her legs wide apart, until her hands touched the floor. "Fuck me," she hissed. "Hurry, now!"
Jeff tore his eyes from the mirror to look down at Muriel's warm stretched buttocks presented obscenely for his use. Her vagina was loose and moist, waiting for his thrusting prick just below the puckered little ring of her anus. His cock had swollen into rack-hardness at the foul sight of his own exwife, Karen, being fucked half silly by another man, even as his embittered hate for her was growing in leaps and bounds inside him. As well, was he filled to the brim with disgust and revulsion for this woman who was bent over in front of him like some slave-girl waiting to be taken by her master, and as the head of his cock made electrical contact with the soft pubic hair covering the tender folds of flesh at the mouth of her vagina, he felt her fingers grasp his shaft, move it up and down for a moment then draw it into her, the warm moist flesh of her opening popping teasingly over its head.
He held himself only a moment while Muriel waggled her buttocks back toward his fleshy rod,: then he rammed forward, his cock bursting into her exposed, defenseless cunt with hate-filled fury, smashing and tearing everything before it as it plunged deeper and deeper until his loins smacked against her upturned ass.
"Aaggghhh!" Muriel grunted, and he caught tight to her hips at the tops of her thighs and held her fast, beginning immediately to surge into her with long deep strokes while she began to rotate her ass, pushing back at him so that she was nearly lifted from her feet when he rammed forward. He swung his head from side to side as he battered deeper and deeper into her stretched and open cunt in his rage, then, through the mirror he saw Nathan Brendell rip his fingers from Karen's rectum and heard the wet hissing sound come through the speaker.
Jeff stared and fucked into Muriel simultaneously, watching as Brendell pressed his hands behind Karen's knees pushing them back hard until they touched the couch beside her shoulders, making the plane of her beautiful crotch wide open to the jack-hammer thrusts of his loins as he smacked cruelly into her.
"OH oh, oh, oh, oh," Karen began to cough, her face twisted in an unrecognizable grimace of pure lust.
Brendell grunted loudly and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up into the secret, never before touched recesses of her womb. Jeff saw her full breasts heave and quiver up against the pressure of his heavy chest, and suddenly she began to convulse and shiver beneath him.
"Oh Gad, Oh my God! I'm cumming! Yes, yes, I'm cumming! Ooohhhh!" she half screamed.
Jeff couldn't believe it! She was actually cumming! He gaped in awe at the warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooding from the lips of her cunt around Brendell's wildly thrusting cock hammering into her. Vile hatred soared ragingly through him and he felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he plunged his own vengeance-filled cock as deep as it would go into Muriel Brendell's insatiable cunt.
Suddenly, she moaned and began to babble unintelligible sounds from the floor in front of him, and at the same time he felt a flood of warmth around his prick inside her pulsating vagina, and her juices foamed whitely out around the edges of his deeply imbedded prick and down into the softness of his swaying testicles.
She groaned out her release the moment his sperm began to churn and erupt, spurting wildly from the end of his hammering cock and shooting deep inside her. He gritted his teeth and in his hate he ground his pelvis unmercifully into her, digging the inflated head of his shaft into the snail-like mouth of her womb painfully. She whimpered, her own orgasm passed and tried to move forward from him, but he held her secure in his effort to inflict the limit in agony and subjugation on her.
Finally, it was done and he backed out of her as the light on the other side of the mirror was extinguished. He staggered backwards and heard Muriel drawing the drape over the mirror before she turned on their lights.
For a long moment, they stared at one another, as if letting their eyes get used to the sudden brightness. Then, Muriel said: "You're leaving me, aren't you lover?"
"Yes."
"Tonight?"
"Now, Right now."
Muriel shrugged and smiled. "Well, I suppose it had to come sooner or later. Friends, darling?"
"Friends."
"Good, And, and what about your ex...?"
"She can go to hell," Jeff said bitterly. "Right straight to hell .... the goddamned little whore!"
CHAPTER 13
The week following the housewarming at the Brendell's, Karen moved to a small, but remote beachhouse a few miles up the coast from San Clemente. Nat had helped her find it and she was thrilled in that it offered the perfect privacy for her work. Her nearest neighbor was a mile away if she walked the beach, two if she drove. It was precisely what she wanted.
She had not exactly gotten over the wild weekend as yet, and doubted that she ever would really, but in her heart she knew that there would never be another. Such promiscuity was not for her; she was certain of that now. Nat had made a bit of a scene when she told him it was over and done with between them, that she was not sorry for anything, but that it could never happen again, and thankfully, he was still her agent and friend.
God knows, she needed friends, somebody. She had no idea what had happened to Jeff, nor did his office. She'd made several calls, left her number and address, but no one had seen him in several days. Probably, if the truth were known, she thought, he was shacked up with Muriel Brendell, that bitch!
Moving about the solid little house, still putting things away and rearranging she could hear the surf pounding, a lilting sound she had always dreamed of one day being able to write by. She had spent most of the day on the beach, bikinized, thinking of nothing, with the occasional exception of Jeff, and then when the sun had set she had come inside to broil herself a steak. She had already tossed the salad, consumed a couple of martinis to the romantic sounds of a stack of her favorite records, and was just about to cut into her steak before shedding her bikini and getting a good night's rest when the front door burst open.
Karen leaped to her feet at the sudden invasion, her steak slipping from the plate to the floor. My God, it was Jeff, staggering unshaven, red-eyed, He was quite drunk.
"Greetings, slut!" he spat, his handsome face contorted in a bitter grin, his white teeth gleaming at her.
"Jeff, You gave me an awful start. Wh-what are you doing here?" Karen heard herself stammer as she came slowly around the small kitchenette table, moving toward the front room where he stood, the door still open wide behind him.
Without looking, he fumbled for it and slammed it closed, his eyes seemingly leveled on her near nakedness, with only the wisp of bikini and sheer waist apron covering her. She felt the light illuminating her from behind, swallowed tightly and walked toward him, forcing a smile. My God, he looked terrible.
"There was a note on my desk," he said thickly. "You'd called. I thank you for that, and the address. It saved me a lot of trouble."
"Y-Yes, I wanted to see you, to talk to you," she managed, still smiling. "Look, I was just going to eat something. Are you hungry? Can I fix...?"
"The only thing I'm interested in eating is your cunt!" he shot at her. "That's why I'm here, baby. I want to know what makes a frigid woman suddenly a wildcat in bed."
Karen felt her stomach turn over at his lewd reference. She fell backwards a step, but still held her head high as she fought for words. "J-Jeff, please, please don't say things we'll both be sorry for ..."
He laughed bitterly, then, began to move toward her. "I doubt that I'll be sorry for anything I say or do to you, Karen, my lovely little ex-wife," he hissed at her.
She backed all the way to the wall of the kitchenette before he finally moved in on her, his teeth clenched, his lips drawn back in obvious hate while his eyes blazed in clear ugly lust and his hand reached out, his fingers hooking into the flimsy material between her rising and falling breasts.
Karen gasped aloud as with a snarl he whisked it away, exposing her full, naked heaving breasts to his anger-filled eyes.
"Tits," he sneered vilely. "And the nicest tits I knew of, until Brendell put his filthy hands on them."
"L-Listen to me, Jeff ..."
"Shut up!" he half shrieked at her, raising his hand as if to strike her. "I listened to you too long. What's worse, I believed you, The frigid little girl with all the puritanistic crap!" Suddenly, he caught her by the wrist and cruelly jerked her towards him, her breasts bouncing from his force. "Well, when I get through with you tonight, baby, you'll think Nat Brendell was a schoolboy!"
"Jeff, please, darling ..."
"And don't call me darling, you, you goddamned little whore!" he screamed at her.
Karen shrank before his violence. He was drunk-mean and filled with hate; she cringed inside with fear as suddenly he turned away, clinging to her wrist and dragged her toward the bedroom. She pleaded behind him, but if he heard, he ignored her. Instead, he flung her across the bed and she dared not move. Then, as she stared in breathless dread, he began to undress.
"Listen to me, Jeff ..." she began, almost sub-consciously, "I love you, always have, never stopped, My God, don't, don't do this thing to me again, to us ..."
He came to the edge of the bed where her feet lay. He had removed his shirt and was staring down at her brutally. "You lousy bitch!" he spat. "You'd say anything right now, wouldn't you? Well, go ahead, say any goddamned thing you want, but when I get through fucking you this night you'll wish to God you never knew me."
"Jeff, please...?"
"Shut up and take that rag off!" he snarled. "I want to sink my cock in that cunt of yours, like half of Los Angeles has already done. Now, take it off!"
Karen winced beneath the bitter gall of his words. But he was insanely drunk, not himself and she knew it. He had never been brutal or cruel, never as she saw him now. He was a hurt little boy, endeavoring to take his hate out on someone, on her. Well, she wouldn't fight him. Maybe that would help, make him understand that she really loved him, for there was no reasoning with him now, She raised up and began to slither the tight little briefs down off her rounded hips.
Watching Jeff leered nastily. He said: "You've taken those things off so often for so many that it's become a second nature for you hasn't it, baby? The fact is, you don't have any honor left worth fighting for, eh?"
Suddenly, he was naked and she saw his long, thick shaft standing out rigidly from his loins. She swallowed tightly as she witnessed the lust and hate-swollen head jerk violently and she felt herself cringing before and beneath it.
"Oh, oh my God Jeff, please, please!" she begged. "Not this way...?"
He glared down at her beastially from the edge of the bed the belt from his trousers in his hand. "Did you plead with Nat Brendell? Or any of the others...?"
"Wh-What are you going to do with, with that belt?"
He laughed humorlessly. "Frightens you, eh? You filthy little pig! How many have fucked you, anyway? A dozen? Two dozen? Or can't you remember? You, you lousy whore!"
He lashed her across the belly unmercifully with the belt, again and again until she writhed away in pain and rolled over presenting her behind. He whipped her buttocks and her back, her thighs and her buttocks again until he was out of breath and she cried like a severely punished child. Then, he took a sheet, ripped it into strips and tied her hands and feet to the bedposts, but in such a meaner that she was on her knees with a long strip tied behind each knee to keep her from stretching out flat or curling up away from him. She offered him no resistance, only whimpered in the aftermath of her beating, until finally she was hopelessly and helplessly bound, and subject to whatever vile whim he chose to humiliate her with. Then, he climbed onto the bed behind her.
"Now, bitch, I'm going to fuck you this way for awhile," he spat down at her whining head buried in the pillow. "With your ass waving high in the air the way Brendell likes it. But first, first, I'm going to lick that cunt of yours. I want to know if it tastes as sweet as it looks."
Oh God in heaven, she couldn't believe what was taking place. She felt him climb from the bed, then heard him drinking, as if from a bottle. Again, his weight was on the bed behind her secured body and moving toward her. Her flesh burned and ached from the whipping he had given her, and she could hardly move from the obscene position he had tied her into. Her buttocks waggled high in the air behind her, her head necessarily drawn down to the pillow by the strips securing her outstretched arms, her ankles tied as were her knees from moving out of her distorted stance.
God, maybe she deserved the beating, maybe she did, but nothing more, not this degradation, not this humiliation, Her body lurched forward automatically as something warm and wet contacted the area back between her wide-spread buttocks. Again, it came and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her as she felt his tongue trail hotly upward along the crevice between her separated buttocks. And then it stopped to taunt her tiny, puckered anus! Jeff's tongue! It whipped her breath away and momentarily, she froze, gradually relaxing as she heard the wet sluicing sound of his tongue laving the smooth white cleft of her backside. Oh, oh God, it was, was good, good! It continued, and then, she felt the tight lips of her cunt being pressed open gently with his thumbs, and the cool air seeping in, Oh Jeff! Jeff!
"Darling!" she exclaimed, and he slapped her stingingly across the ass.
Dear God, he hates me, she thought, as she felt her soft, hair-lined cuntal lips being pulled apart again, and then, his tongue! Oh, oh, oh! I mustn't tell him or he'll stop. No, I mustn't tell him, Oh God, it's beautiful, beautiful! It's an ecstasy all its own, his tongue flicking wetly, curling into my vagina, Ooooohhhhh! Now what? His finger, pressing at my anus, Ugh! It's in! Moving up inside my rectum while his tongue licks, Oh God! My clitoris! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!, Dear Jeff, darling, darling, darling, His finger, or is it two? Whichever, they're setting me on fire, expanding that entrance, I know what you intend to do to me, darling! I know! And it's all right, I want you to! I wont you to!
Suddenly, he raised his head and moved in close to her completely defenseless, upthrust ass, his aching prick dancing wildly as he pressed its throbbing head against the tight little puckered entrance to her asshole.
"Now, you be a good girl and I'll wet this so it'll slip in nice and easy, understand?
Karen didn't answer.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he hissed down at her. "I just wanted you to know so you could cringe a little. Maybe, you haven't been screwed too much there yet, and it'll be still somewhat virginal ..."
"It is virginal!" she blurted up from the pillow at him. "I'm not what you think I am, and I back!"
Karen couldn't hold back the tears of pain and humiliation, yet her fear of disobeying him in his present half-crazed state forced her to respond. She hunched back suddenly as he pressed forward and she felt the excruciating torture of his throbbing shaft surge into her, pushing the rubbery resistant flesh before it until finally, with one last buttock-flattening lunge he had ground it all the way up inside the warm, constricting depths of her rectum.
"Ooahhh, my God," she moaned in her torment, biting at her lower lip until she tasted her own blood; then, she felt his pelvis smack solidly into the softness of her upturned buttocks and his balls swing hard against the spread lips of her vagina below. Dear God, she was impaled to the hilt, unable to move and afraid to breathe with the unbelievable, horrible pressure that felt as if her thighs were splitting agonizingly apart.
His body stilled momentarily, as if he had found, perhaps, a tiny fleck of mercy in his revenge-crazed mind, and while the walls of her widely stretched rectum slowly adjusted, the brutal pain began to subside. She still felt ripped and stretched there from the unnatural invasion, white at the same time and for some perverted reason she had begun to experience a sensation of atonement.
She deserved everything he was doing to her, and would do to her! It had been her fault they divorced, not his! She had nearly ruined their lives, and played the slut to obtain her portion of success in the bargain! She was a whore! And now she would crawl before him, let him use her like a lowly slave if he wanted, endure whatever pain, degradation and humiliation he would inflict upon her willingly to prove her love to him!
"How do you like that, bitch?" he snarled down at her thickly, grinding his pelvis hard between her flattened buttocks and seemingly shoving his rigid cock right up to her colon. Then, he flexed the turgid head painfully and she gasped aloud.
Oh God, give me the strength to endure it! I must keep my wits.
"Brendell, ever get it in this deep, pig?" he grunted as he began to saw rhythmically far up into the pink inflamed passage.
I-I've got to reach him, make him understand, for when he's through with me tonight I'll never see him again, This will truly be End for us, it's now or never.
Jeff groaned as suddenly he felt her anal muscles tighten around his long thick length buried inside her. His prick throbbed harder and he could barely believe it when the round soft moons of her buttocks began to churn back against him in a slow, methodical undulation. He moaned again as he felt her channel convulse and tighten around him warmly while he moved in and out of her, watching the pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole clinging to his shaft as he drew out, then disappearing back inside with his inward thrust.
Karen, kneeling before and beneath him, prayed, prayed as she had never before prayed in her life that she would be able to reach him, make him understand how much she loved him. In her obscene position she began to rotate her round full buttocks in tiny circles, waving her voluptuous cheeks back at him lasciviously, until it dawned upon her of a sudden that undoubtedly there was some whore in her, for she had begun to experience a tingle of masochistic excitement. Oh God, she wanted to enjoy it, had to enjoy it to make him feel her love. There was still pain, but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself bucking and squirming back to meet the lewd impalement while he jerked forward into her.
"Damn! You are a bitch!" he hissed down at her bitterly, grunting each time he surged forward; she too, had begun to moan almost incessantly and uncontrollably beneath him, twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lustful invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper.
"No, no!" she managed to cough at him. "No one has, has ever done, done this to me, before. It's, it's you, Jeff, darling, I-I love you, don't you see?"
She turned her face to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes plunging deep into her. Her long blonde hair flowed out over the bed, flailing wildly as with a violent thrust she would grunt and toss her head to the other side.
'Could it be true,' he thought, his brain reeling in its liquor sodden state? Did she really love him? Had he misjudged her?
"Oooooh, oooooh," Karen moaned and grunted beneath him while be pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart, allowing him to go deeper and just holding it there. His cock was buried to his very balls up her expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again.
"Oooooh, darling, free my hands," she pleaded. "Please, I want to feel your balls while you fuck me there...?"
"Huh? Wh-what?"
"Please, darling?"
He pulled out of her suddenly, his mind a whirlpool of muddled thoughts. Good God, what was he doing to her? He jerked the strips from her legs then freed her wrists, his eyes wet now with his own tears.
"Wh-what have I done to you, darling?" he gulped.
Karen threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She had rolled onto her back and drawn him down to her, her full white breasts crushed against his chest. He felt her tiny tongue push into his mouth and he wanted to weep with spontaneous joy.
"Ooooh, oh, Jeff, my darling, I love you, love you, love you!" she breathed sweetly into his face.
"And I love your!" he gasped. "Always have, never stopped. Oh God, the things I've done to you tonight ..."
Tears streamed down his handsome cheeks and she held his head tightly against her smooth firm breasts in delicious ecstasy. Thank God, she had reached him!
"C-Can you forgive me, ever, Karen?" he whimpered like a child who had been bad
She smiled to herself, then whispered: "Yes, darling, on one condition ..."
"What?" He pulled his head free and looked down into her beautiful face. "Anything, anything ..."
"Then, finish the job you started before I go mad," she said, rising up to her knees and grinding her naked loins in lewd invitation.
"Christ!" he blurted, scrambling to his own knees behind her as she reached between her legs and gently grasped his prick, drawing its pulsating head between the soft moist flanges of her cunt once more to wet it, then placing its thick, rubber tip again against her tight pulsating rectum.
"Easy, darling," she said softly. "It's a little sore now ..."
"We don't have to do it this way," he blurted. "I-I was trying to hurt you before ..."
"No, darling, I want you to fuck me there," Karen said excitedly. "To be the first and only one who ever has or ever will. I want it to hurt me, I deserve to be hurt by you, my darling!" she insisted, a masochistic gleam dancing in her eyes. She lowered her hand to cradle his balls back between her legs, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that caused him to grunt loudly as he pressed the spongy, blood-inflated head of his now aching cock into her anus once more, unable to control the fury of his lunge as he sent it soaring right up her still expanded asshole.
"Ooooh ooooh," Karen groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin round buttocks again. "Oh my God, darling, it hurts beautifully," she moaned. "Oh Jeff, fuck it! Rape it! Make me know that you love me! Fuck it hard, darling! Hard! Hard!"
Jeff gasped and listened to her words in lewd rapture as she jerked back against his lustful sodomizing of her rectum, as though she were reveling in its depraved possession of her asshole. The pain had obviously gone and her head was turning from side to side once more, her beautiful long blonde hair thrashing wildly. Her face reflected her sheer joy and Jeff watched his throbbing white cock disappearing rhythmically all the way into her wildly gyrating buttocks with each hard, long thrust.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Karen chanted as she waved her ass salaciously back against his eager plunges. She wanted him to come, to shoot his warm load of sperm deep into her belly, to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. The beautiful ecstasy of it! He was raping her virginal asshole, just as he had raped her cunt in the very beginning! Only this time, it would be different! He had come back to her and he would hold him! Later, this night she would suck him dry! He was her own Jeff, home forever! "Oh, oh yes, darling, fuck it like that!" she crooned back at him.
She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass now, and there was no pain, only the feeling of being filled to capacity by the one man she loved. Her shoulders lowered to the bed so that her ass was now sticking high up in the air and her darling's huge cock could fuck her at will. Her eyes glazed in her blissful rapture and she ground happily back against it, feeling it throb into unbelievable hugeness that could only mean one beautiful moment was at hand.
He was going to cum in her there! Again, she reached back to graze and caress his pulsating balls as she felt the first delicious hot waves of his white liquid squirting into the depths of her rectum. He grunted and groaned as he continued to pound into her, while Karen felt his hot jets of sperm splashing around like whitewash inside her. The magnificent sensation brought her own release and she screamed as the hot flow gushed from her open cunt, saturating his balls pressed tightly into it.
Moments later, he crawled up beside her and they collapsed in each other's arms. Then Karen wept; she was that happy. But neither of them spoke for a long, long time. They were too content just to have found one another again. Words were no longer necessary. Everything was going to be all right now, and they both knew it with all their young hearts.
