A sizzling saga of steamy, sinful lust times two! Yes, here is not one but TWO naked novels for the price of one, a pair of yarns so hot they should be sold in asbestos covers!
"PUNK ROCK SLUT":
"...Lead singer for the Annihilists punk band, wanton wicked Marleen would do anything to win this gig anything!
She was young, but wise in the ways of sin ... she went down to her knees on the floor of Max the club owner's private office.
"Down at Max's feet, where she moistened her lips with her tongue, and reached for the member already bulging in his pants "
PLUS SECOND SIZZLING STORY . . .Sixteen year old seductive Sally was jailbait but at least she was keeping her hot sex action in the family!
Peeling off her night dress, stripping down to nubile nudity, she made her way to the bed, her ripe buttocks saucily jiggling.
She mounted the bed, crouched there on her hands and knees, presenting her ripe rounded bottom and steamy slitted pussy to her young stud lover-
Her brother, Abner!
PUNK ROCK SLUT
PART ONE
"Just how bad do you want this gig?" Max leered.
"Let's go someplace private," Marleen said, "where we can talk...."
"Talk? Oh, yeah, sure, talk," Max grinned.
Luke, electric guitar slung around his neck, wandered over. "Hey, uh, well, like what's the word? Do we get the gig?"
"Depends," said Max, the owner of the dive.
"Depends? On what?"
"I'll take care of this, Luke," Marleen said firmly. "You and the others get the equipment loaded in the van."
Luke, lean and in his late teens, eyed Max, a fiftyish fellow, burly, with a greasy silvered pompadour, wide white sideburns on a jowly red leering face.
"You sure you know what you're doing, Marleen?" Luke asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Marleen said impatiently. "You just leave everything to me and it will all be fine!"
"Well, if you're sure "
"I'm sure!" Marleen put her hands on Luke's lanky shoulders and physically turned him so that he faced in the other direction.
Uncertainly, with slow shuffling steps, Luke rejoined the other members of the "Annihilists" punk rock band.
The group was there, gathered around their equipment on the small raised stage of the Jersey rock club, waiting.
There was Luke, Cissy, Umbopo, and Nigel. All were in their late teens and early twenties.
They looked outrageous, flamboyant, bizarre and they were just in their fairly normal, walking around-the-street personas.
When they were all tricked out in their costumes and regalia for the stage, they really looked like something strange.
The foursome lingered by their amplifiers and equipment for a bit, looking toward Marleen, their lead singer and driving force.
Luke told them her words, and they began switching off the amps, unplugging guitar cords and cables, packing away their instruments.
They were a new band, a poor band, and had little in the way of expensive equipment or instruments, yet.
Umbopo, the drummer, stolidly began taking apart his drum kit and packing the various tom-toms and snares and high-hats into the cases.
The others followed his lead and began to pack up, casting sideling glances in the direction of Marleen and Max.
Marleen was seventeen, a high school dropout. She was smart, good-looking, stacked, and came from a well to do family.
She had transcended these advantages of birth to become an outlaw punker. She was not in full costume, but still looked pretty bizarre.
A natural brunette, she had dyed her brown hair to a shade of black which was so harsh and dark that it glinted with blue-black highlights.
It was cut short and spiky, short on the sides and tall in the center, framing a chiseled heart-shaped face.
Her head was almost leonine striking in appearance, with dark brows, almond shaped gray eyes, slightly aquiline nose, wide lips.
Marleen was an inch below five and a half feet, bosomy, nubile. She had heavy breasts, hourglass curves, wide hips, taut thighs.
She wore a black leather vest, skintight faded and frayed jeans, and a pair of black shoes with three-inch heels.
Under the vest, her plump breasts jiggled fitfully against a torn stained white T-shirt. Her nipples jutted prominently.
Max the club owner was eyeing those breasts. A chewed dead cigar was glued to the corner of his mouth, but had gone out a while back.
He wore a garishly patterned sports shirt with airplane collars. The collar was open, unbuttoned, showing the top of his undershirt.
He wore baggy slacks. His hands were jammed into his pockets, jingling coins and change and he rocked back and forth on his heels.
"We oughta discuss this privately," Marleen said.
"You seem to know your way around this business, girlie," Max said.
"I may have heard ... have you got someplace we can go?"
"Sure, I got an office in the back!"
Max jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating a narrow corridor which opened at stage right, and led into the back rooms of the bar.
"All right, I'll be in there in a minute," Marleen said, "I just want to make sure that these guys are squared away!"
"Okay," Max said. "I'll wait ... not too long!"
Marleen turned, stepped off. Max's gaze dropped to her rear, where a perfect heart-shaped ass was covered but not concealed in tight denims.
The cheeks swelled out saucily, ripely, and jiggled as Marleen made her high heeled way across the floor of the club.
She joined her compadres of the band, who paused in their labors to confer with her, and find out what the score was.
There was Cissy, Umbopo, Nigel, and Luke.
Umbopo, the drummer, was the oldest band member, a broad-shouldered and sullen black with plum-colored skin and huge sloping shoulders.
Cissy was as delicate as Umbopo was powerful. Cissy was a pale blonde boy, with very long hair done up in braids and dreadlocks, and a smooth fine-featured face.
He played keyboards.
Today, for the audition, Cissy wore a shirt and pants; generally, his taste ran to dresses and panties; he was a sometime transvestite.
Nigel was the bass player. His hair was cut in a Mohawk which was dyed a rich cerulean blue. His snaky arms were covered with lurid tattoos.
"What's goin' on?" Nigel asked. "Do we have the gig, or what?! "
"We really need this gig," Cissy whined.
"We'll get it," Marleen said. "You all go load up the equipment and wait for me outside. I don't think I'll be too long!"
"What're you gonna do, Marleen?" Nigel asked.
"I'm just going to hammer out the final details for the gig," Marleen said.
The band members loaded their instruments in their cases, and began trooping out of the club, through the fire exit.
It was dim, dark, and cavernous in the club. When the door to the outside opened, it opened on a sunny afternoon.
The sun was harsh, white, after the dimness of the club.
Umbopo (real name, Charles Washington Leroy) carried a big bass drum in both hands, when Marleen intercepted him.
Her spidery, long-fingered white hand rested on his shadow-black shoulder, arresting his progress.
"Umbopo!"
"Uh-huh ...? "
"Did ... did Gary show up? Is he outside?"
"No, he never showed...."
Marleen nodded, as if this information confirmed some private train of thought over which she had been mulling.
"Good enough," she said at last, and took her hand off his shoulder. Still, Umbopo lingered.
In a low voice he asked, "You gonna git it on with that tub of guts?"
"You just let me worry about that," Marleen said. "Believe me, I'd do a lot more than that, to get us a gig!"
Umbopo nodded his head, then resumed his progress, carrying his drum out to the battered Ford station wagon which sat in the parking lot, its rear gate opened, its interior filling rapidly with amps.
Nigel, lugging his amp out with the weak assistance of Cissy, said:
"You want we should wait for you, Marleen?"
"No," she said sarcastically, "I wanna have to walk all the way across town to get home! Of course I want you to wait, you're my ride!"
"You gonna be long?"
"I don't think so ... " Marleen cast a glance over her shoulder, back at Max, who returned an oily wink at her.
"No, I won't be long," Marleen said definitely. "So, wait! And don't send anybody to come in and get me-I'll be along when I'm done!"
"Okay ... I hope you know what you're doing!"
"Somebody in this band better know," she said, "and it looks like I'm the one!"
The band didn't have all that much equipment, so it didn't take long for them to get loaded into the station wagon.
The band members lounged around the wagon, some of them sitting perched on the front fenders, lounging idly in hot sun.
Nigel lit up, and he and Umbopo passed a reefer, sharing it.
Marleen's high heels click-clacked across the floor as she made her way over to Max, who stood at the side of the stage.
"This way, doll!"
Leering unctuously, he guided her in front of him. As she passed him, he patted her fanny. Marleen did not react.
Down the narrow passageway they went. Marleen had to duck her head to keep from banging it on a low-hanging pipe.
After ten feet, the passageway branched off in two directions. The cooking smells and sounds of rattling dishes which came from the left testified that the kitchen of the club was to be found in that area.
To the right, the passageway extended for a few paces, ending in a closed door, which Max opened and unlocked.
This was his "office," a closet of a crowded room, windowless, dusty, grimy, cluttered with old furniture and junk.
"G'wan in, doll," Max invited, standing to one side of the door.
As Marleen passed him, he crowded her. She turned sideways, back to him, to pass him and go through the door.
As she did so, she slid her rounded buttocks against his crotch, letting the denim-wrapped cheeks slide over his soft crotch.
Max grunted in surprise as she made her way past him and into the office.
There was a gunmetal gray desk. Max's office equipment seemed to consist of a lot of empty and half-filled bottles of booze.
The thick reek of stale cigar smoke hung like grimy fog in the small room, while the lights were few and dim.
Max stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it.
"We don't want nobody to interrupt us, girlie, eh?"
Marleen flashed him a wide moist smile--the come-on.
"Anything you say, big boy!"
"Yeah, I'm big, all right!" Max chuckled wheezily, then coughed until his face shone a bright burning red color.
"Christ!" he muttered weakly, when the coughing spell had stopped. He made his way to the back of his desk.
He settled his big bulk into a wooden swivel chair, whose slats creaked and whose springs groaned when he perched on it.
He took a pint bottle of amber colored booze from the side drawer of his desk, uncapped it, and took a long pull.
After markedly diminishing the level of booze in the bottle, Max let out a heaving boozy sigh, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
"Ah 'at's good! You want some, girlie?"
"No, thanks," Marleen said. "Let's get down to business...."
Max's beady red eyes glinted shrewdly. "Business ... or pleasure!"
"Whatever you want to call it is fine with me."
"Tough cookie, ain't'cha?"
"Not so tough," Marleen shrugged.
Her shrug lifted her bosom and set her breasts jiggling under the shirt. Max's eyes focused in on them like homing pigeons.
Max fired up a match, touched its red end to the tip of his stogie, puffed gray clouds, fired up the cigar.
"Come on over here," he said, "so we can get acquainted!"
Marleen came around his desk and perched on its edge, looking down at him. He patted the top of his thighs.
"Sit here!"
Marleen got off the desk and perched on his lap. Her denim-clad bottom pressed down on his crotch, his thigh tops.
His arm circled her waist. Marleen made a face.
"Be a love, and lose the cigar," she said.
"You got something better to put in my mouth?"
"You're talking dirty...."
Max took out his cigar and placed it in the ashtray. Smoke rose up from it. Marleen stubbed it out. "Hurts my eyes," she explained.
"Well you sure are a sight for sore eyes, cutie!"
"You're a nice solid girl," Max breathed.
"Don't you like them that way?"
"Yeah, I like 'em that way...."
Max looked down at her chest, his eyes narrowing with hunger. "Sure I like 'em that way ... nice and big,, , and bouncy ... and full...."
"Girls? Or my tits?"
"Both! . . .You got great tits, doll!"
"Don't I know it," Marleen said.
"Yeah ... " Max raised a hand, hesitated for a fractional instant, then clamped it on her left breast.
He squeezed and kneaded her breast. Marleen's face remained blank.
"Jeeze, that's all you, huh?" Max said admiringly. "You are built! Hey ... your nipple is getting hard...."
"It is hard they both are. Here' I'll show you!"
Marleen lifted the hem of her T-shirt, exposing white flesh, rolling the shirt up, baring pink-nippled swollen breasts.
She rolled the shirt so its top was well above the tops of her breasts, held down by the vest which she still wore.
When she uncovered herself, Max grunted like he had been punched in the belly. His eyes twinkled, framed by rolls of facial fat.
"Jeeze...."
"Now let's talk business," Marleen said. "Huh?"
"C'mon, Max, you know the score! You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours! A favor for a favor! . . .Do we get the job?"
"Sure, you got it!"
Max rolled his eyes, chewed the lips of his watering mouth, a mouth watering from the sight of those splendid breastworks so luridly bared.
"That's a good boy, Max-you won't regret it! The band is good-and I give just about the best head you'll ever have! So you benefit both ways!"
"I just wanna kiss and suck on them tits for now, by God!"
Marleen cupped her breasts. Quivering mounds were raised, plumped up, stiff nipples jutting, offered up to Max.
Max shoved his head down into her breasts. Grunting, wheezing, drooling, he nuzzled and rubbed her tits.
Marleen moved around, squirming on his lap, her denim-clad rump pressing his crotch with taut body warmth.
Gasping, Max pressed wet sucking kisses on her breasts. Saliva smeared on his face and on her breasts.
"Lemme suck them big fat nipples!"
She cupped a tit, squeezed, a fat dark pink, nipple protruding, aimed at Max's mouth, which stretched to accept it.
He caught the nipple in his mouth, lips pressing down on the throbbing point of flesh, and he sucked greedily.
While he sucked, he ran his hands over the taut tops of her denim-clad thighs, and over her blue jean clad crotch.
Max sucked first one, than the other nipple. Then both, together ... Marleen crowded her tits, jamming them together so their nipples jutted side by side.
Max stretched his mouth at the corners and took both nipples in his mouth at once, clamping down and holding them, sucking them.
Occasionally, one nipple would flop free from the sucking mouth, and Max would hotly shove it back between his lips.
After a while, Marleen eased her nipples out of his mouth.
The nipples were dark and swollen to even more than their normally erect size, swollen from the hot hard sucking.
"Hey!"
"Easy, big boy ... " Marleen patted his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere ... anywhere but on my knees...."
"You're a hot one!"
"Like the man said, you ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Marleen eased off his lap. "You're all ready for me, Max!" His penis stood up stiffly, thrusting out against the crotch of his trousers, swelling them, stretching them.
Marleen looked down at the floor. "Give me some room, Max!"
"I'll give you a lot more'n that a whole lot more!"
Max pushed back his chair. Rubber wheels squeaked as he shoved the chair back, while its springs squealed.
Marlene folded her legs at the knees and went down on them, kneeling at the foot of Max's chair, her head level with his groin.
Seen from down there, standing on her knees, he looked huge, gross, like a blimp or a man built like the Michelin tire man.
Marleen put her hands between his legs. "Let's see what you've got, Max!"
She pressed his erection through his pants. Max squirmed, groaning as she handled his erection through his pants.
"I see I was right to call you 'big boy!'" Marleen smirked.
Her lips were painted with blood-red lipstick. She glided her pink pointed tongue over her lips, further moistening them.
Leaning forward until her bare tits were pressed by the edge of the seat betweeen his spread thighs, she reached for his pants.
"You're a honey, yes you are!" Max breathed. He put his hands on her shoulders and kneaded and squeezed them.
"I can't get your belt, Max you do it."
"Yeah!"
Marleen rocked back, and stood vertically on her knees. She put her hands on her tits and teasingly handled them.
Max eyes her and tore blindly at his belt, unbuckling it, then opening the tops of his pants. '
He had to get to his feet and stand up, in order to take down his pants, and he did that, slipping baggy slacks down his legs.
He was wide-hipped, hairy, paunchy, with thick doughy white thighs covered with a heavy brown fur-like hair.
He was covered at the middle with a pair of pale blue boxer style shorts which were lifted at the crotch by his hard-on.
Through the open flyhole of the crotch could be seen the wide knobbed red head of his swollen cock.
Marleen tilted her head up to him, and licked her lips.
Max pulled down his shorts.
His big stiff dick flopped down in front of her face.
It was fat, sausage shaped, with the flesh having a grayish color not far from that of uncooked sausage.
Of all his body hair, heaviest of all was the concentration between his legs, where a thicket of graying brown hair could be seen.
His balls were thick and lumpy, with the left ball much more full and heavy and dangling lower than its partner on the right.
Up from between his legs came a thick unwashed aroma.
The stiff dick flopped in front of Marleen's face. She cupped his balls in her palm, where they vibrated.
She ran her fingertip between the balls, which tightened even more. The cock above jumped and jerked.
She stroked and rubbed his balls lightly. She pushed her face against the rod, which flared hotly while she nuzzled it.
She circled the cock with her thumb and forefinger, holding it in place, then she glided her cheeks against fleshy cock head and sizzling shaft.
"Oh, yeah!" Max groaned.
She pressed her puckered lips to the tip of his cock and planted a hot wet smacking smooching kiss on it.
She peeled back the foreskin of his uncut cock and kissed the sensitive lips with moist and pliant firmness against that fleshy cock head.
"You just sit down and make yourself comfortable, Max!"
"Yeah sure, I better sit down, yeah-whew!"
His trembling hands took hold of the arms of the chair and he creakily lowered himself into the seat.
Plump buttocks pressed down on the seat, spreading with swells of flesh, while the rod of his cock jutted from his hips.
Marleen pressed forward, placing her hands on his bare hairy thighs and pushing them apart and leaning between them.
She took hold of his cock and stuck out her long pink pointed tongue, hovering it teasingly over the cock head.
She slipped it down between the swollen bud-like glans and the foreskin, and swirled it around, making Max groan.
"You sure know your way around, don't ya?! "
"Ummmmmmmm-hhhhhhhh!"
Using the inside of her mouth, she kissed her way down his shaft, where purple veins coiled around the gray-fleshed shaft.
His balls were a deeper darker gray color, tinged with rosy heat rising from them, which seethed hotter still under her kisses and licks.
Saliva smeared lipstick, smudging it faintly around her mouth, and on his cock. She put her tongue into play.
She licked circles around his balls, and then slid up the shaft, alternating the tip of her tongue and the flat.
Max was gasping, squirming like a man in the hot seat ... but not current of electricity ever sizzled a man hotter than Marleen's mouth was doing for him.
She gripped his steamy red cock and held its knobbed head under her lips, then she playfully pressed her paired even white front teeth into the flesh.
Her tongue lanced out. licking the little slit inside his cock head, then her lips widened to fall over the cock head.
She clutched his shaft below the head of the cock, lips pressing penis flesh, while she sucked and slurped the cock head.
She worked noisily and juicily on the cock head.
Her lips, their smooth moist satiny insides, crept down his shaft, mouth widening to accept its full width.
The sizzling shaft sank between her lips, into her mouth ... Max's moans increased proportionately to how much of his cock was mouthed by her.
Max leaned back in the chair, knuckles whitening from the tightness with which he clutched the chair arms.
His masses of flesh heaved and quivered as Marleen's head sank lower and lower, cheeks hollowing as she took his cock.
"Oh, Christ!" he whimpered.
Marleen moved her tongue, lips, head.
Her tongue, squashed under his thick cock, curled upward at its edges to hold the rod of flesh like a trough.
It slid under the smooth side of the cock, caressing it. At the same time, the moist insides of her lip massaged his rod....
Her head bobbed. She brought it up, and the cock appeared, emerging base-first from her lips, which slid upward.
She lifted her head until only the knobbed cock head was clutched between her lips, then she nibbled and chewed it.
She sucked cock with her eyes open, startlingly pale washed-out gray eyes looking levelly, almost mockingly out from deep sockets.
Her head lowered-her lips slid downward, sliding over the cock flesh, the member vanishing back into her seething mouth.
Up and down her head bobbed, slowly increasing speed. The long black hairs of her head bobbed and jiggled from her vigorous movements.
She sucked noisily ... as Max's passion grew, his rod heated in her mouth. He wheezed, huffed, and puffed, more red-faced than ever.
"Uh! . . .Ummmm! I I think I'm gonna come!"
Marleen squeezed the base of his cock, and took his penis out of her mouth. Wetness shimmered on the lower half of her face.
"How'd you like to fuck my tits, Max? My big, beautiful tits?! "
"Oh yes Christ, yes!"
Marleen rose up, crouching over his lap, her heavy dangling tits flopping against his sizzling swollen cock.
She took the penis between her tits, hugging it with soft bosom flesh, clapping her tits closed on the rod and holding it.
The swollen head of the cock jutted from the top of her tits, under her chin, as she massaged her breasts against the penis.
"Uh!" Max groaned. "I oh, God, I'm coming! COMING!!! "
Come jetted from his cock head, hitting Marleen in the face. She pressed her tits to his spurting hard-on, milking it dry.
Max moaned as her stiff nipples nuzzled his sensitive straining balls ... shiny smears of semen spilled down her heavy tits.
The cock, smothered in tit flesh, throbbed like the muffled tick of a watch wrapped in cotton.
Max shuddered as the last drops of come were coaxed from his cock.
PART TWO
On stage or in bed, Marleen performed best when she had something-someone to focus her energies on.
like tonight....
Wednesday night at Max's club, an audition night on which he tried out new bands, to see if they clicked with his clientele.
If they did, the band got a gig playing on the weekends, where they could make some not-bad bucks.
For playing this Wednesday night, the Annihilists punk band would receive the sum of fifty dollars, not each, but altogether.
But if they clicked, they would score a gig on the weekend. So this was a big night for them, a big chance.
There was a nice crowd in the club, especially for a midweek night. A lot of kids from the nearby community college had come down.
The bar was noisy and crowded. These college punks were a tough crowd, and if a band showed signs of weakness, it would be all up for them.
Marleen would give the crowd no quarter.
Max's nephew, an oily hoodlum in training who served as bouncer here, gave the band the go-ahead sign.
The band members, all but Marleen, came out, a punkified spectacle.
Umbopo sat at his stool behind the drums, wearing an orange and black tiger patterned vest, bare chest, jeans.
An ivory necklace with lots of claws hung around his neck, and his big black body already glimmered with sweat.
Then Cissy came out, in drag, face made up, ribbons in his hair, wearing a frilly white dress, knee socks, elegant little white slippers.
Then Nigel came out, looking just plain weird in leather pants, his blue Mohawk ridge standing up stiffly as he plugged in his bass.
Luke came in, the pretty boy, the girls' heart-throb ... some punkettes, fans of his, set up a shrill squeal when he plugged in.
An ominous electronic buzz, harsh and wailing, shrilled out from the amps, full of neuron-scrambling metallic feedback.
Then, without wasting a second in tuning up, the band struck up the first tune, a wailing wall of sound blasting out from their amplified instruments.
That sound hit like a bomb blast, washing out the derisive catcalls and hoots which had accompanied the entrance of this bizarre band.
Umbopo's drum patterns were the hard hurting pounding heartbeat of the sound, low vibrations hammering out like cannon fire.
Nigel's electric bass followed in snaking sinuous lines of dull teeth-rattling vibrations which rippled through floor and flesh alike.
Luke came in with raw rough power cords, slashing them out of his electric guitar like he was playing a buzz saw.
In came the keyboards, high and harmonic, floating wildly above the heavy bottom of the booming metallic wall of noise.
Folks had to clutch their glasses and drinks, to keep them from being vibrated off table and bar.
Youths flinched, some of those sitting closest to the amps getting up and moving farther away.
The band laid down a relentless instrumental pattern, a howling electronic tempest, a typhoon of sound.
With single-minded concentration and intensity, the players ignored the crowd and kept hammering out that insistent, infectious beat.
Cascades of tumbling sound whipped through the small space of the club, clearing boozy heads like a whiff of ammonia or flash of coke.
Luke slashed into his guitar, stabbing shivering shrill vibrato from his amp, aiming in destructive bursts of sound.
The impetuous whirlwind of sound rose to a crescendo, then lessened, falling back to emphasize the tribal drumbeat.
When the tension reached its height, Marleen came on stage.
In contrast to the sound of fury that was the music, she moved to her own music, with a gliding walk that was almost slow, stately.
Her raven hair was fully combed out in a sunburst explosion of hair jutting outward in all directions.
Her face was painted like a whore, with dark brows, thick-lashed and mascaraed eyes, blood-red-lipped mouth.
She was wrapped in a black cloth, a piece of sheet-like material, thin and gauzy, which was wrapped around her like a cape.
Its edges reached down to the middle of her calves, affording a peek of the black vinyl high heeled boots she wore.
Swaying, she slipped through the tightly crowded path opening between musicians, instruments, and amplifiers.
Her microphone stand was set up at the edge of the stage, where she took up a stance, swaying in the music like a flame in a wind.
She held the black sheet clutched tightly to her, covering her front. She deliberately stared at a point over the heads of the crowd.
She let the tension build longer, counting out the numbers of beats and measures before the music would change.
Luke ran some pinging notes down the wall of sound, a forerunner of the long instrumental passage which was their intro.
As she felt the change coming, Marleen suddenly cast her gaze downward, into the crowd of gaping collegians.
Her eyes flared like those of a wild woman, her red lips peeled back in what could have been a smirk, a sneer, a snarl ... perhaps all three.
Then the change came, and she began singing.
She was a big-lunged, full-throated singer with a powerful keening voice, a shivery banshee wail that rode the cascading sound like a surfer sliding down the face of a towering wave.
She hissed, spat, crooned, cajoled, whimpered, leered the first lyrics of the bands signature tune, "White Slut from Hell."
When the song reached its midpoint, she spread her arms, opening the black cloth cape which had heretofore covered her.
The roar which came up from the crowd momentarily overpowered the crashing sonic attack of the band.
Marleen was dressed to thrill, in the hottest outfit she could dig up.
Her heavy breasts were cupped in a wet-look black latex bra too small for her, so her white breasts seemed in constant danger of spilling out.
She was sheathed in a matching pair of hot pants, skin-tight, which outlined and revealed every bulge of her pubic mound, every fold and fissure of her slitted sex.
Thee whiteness of her flesh contrasted with the stark shimmering black vinyl and latex of her bra, hot pants, and boots.
She wrapped the black cloth around her like a snake, playing with it as she sang, concealing and revealing her flesh under it.
The band hammered out its sonic blitzkrieg, no quarter given. The number reached its climax, then added with a POW!
The ending came so quickly, so abruptly, that the crowd was caught without warning, and seemed dazed by it.
The band wasn't going to let the crowd recover their balance.
As soon as the first number ended, even while vibrations from the last notes hung humming in the air, they launched into then-second song.
"C'MON!!! " Marlene exhorted the crowd. "MOVE YOUR ASSES AND DANCE!!! "
By the middle of the second song, Marleen knew she and the band had the crowd right where they wanted them, in the palms of their hands....
Over on the stage left side, way over, were some tables with seated patrons. In front, the space directly below the stage was jammed with dancers.
There was a big crush, as the guys especially crowded close to get a good look at Marleen doing her voluptuous thing.
She flashed on the table nearest to her.
Seated there was some wimpy long-haired nerd with glasses and a slim tall self-absorbed blonde coed.
The nerd had moved his chair as close to the stage as he could, and was leaning out of it, staring at her.
His beer bottle lay in his hand, forgotten, as he stared up at Marleen as though hypnotized, his eyes glazed behind thick-lensed glasses.
There were others at the table, too, a clean-cut preppie looking boy, and another girl, with long straight brown hair.
The blonde had chiseled aristocratic features, a pink oval face, thin straight fine yellow hair reaching down to her jawline.
She looked hypnotized herself, sitting there with eyes wide and mouth open and her gaze locked on Marlene's swaying seductive body.
No veteran strip-teaser ever worked a crowd more skillfully than Marleen, whose powerful voice was wedded to sensational showmanship.
The waves of sound rising and falling around her, Marleen made her way to stage left, freeing her mike from its stand.
Not even lubricious Tina Turner ever caressed a phallic microphone more suggestively than Marleen did.
She stood at the edge of the stage, with her booted feet spread wide apart, and her black vinyl covered crotch twitching.
She looked down and focused those wild eyes on the blonde.
The blonde girl flinched in the full power of her gaze, as if she felt suddenly lightheaded she could not meet Marleen's gaze.
Marleen smiled maliciously ... meanwhile, the long-haired nerd was no less mesmerized by her nearness.
The nerd sat with his mouth hanging open, and all but drooled at the sight of Marleen swaying and shaking.
The blonde's head swayed, like a snake following the swaying music of the piper whose music charms and bewitches it.
Marleen made them squirm, blonde and the nerd, before stepping away and moving to work another part of the stage and crowd.
Best not to be too obvious in playing to the blonde ... Marleen moved out and worked another part of the crowd.
When the band finished this number, ringing hollering cheers from the crowd could be heard in the brief span of time before the band went into their next number.
The numbers varied in tempo ... after a few super hard and fast numbers, the band slowed down and laid back with a steamy torch song.
Sweat rolled off Marleen. It glistened in the hollow between her breasts, and shone on her powerful white thighs.
Performing was like sex to her, and she made the crowd moan, not once but often.
The band did the final tune of the set, a powerhouse barn-burning finish which left the dazed audience shrieking for more.
As soon as she sang her last notes, Marleen spun on her heel and exited the stage, vanishing behind the curtain at the mouth of the corridor.
Luke grabbed the mike and shouted to the crowd that the band would be back for another set, so don't go away and drink up....
The band members grouped in a corner of the kitchen, out of the traffic stream of the short-order cook and the barmaids.
The smoke of grilled burgers and fries hung heavy in the air, thickly choking. The band cooled down with some brews.
Marleen stood with her back to the entrance, sipping a cold brew, talking to Cissy and Nigel.
The suddenly darkened and then poker-faced expressions the two of them showed her, alerted her of the arrival of a newcomer.
But not a welcome one not a stranger, either.
"Marleen, you're going fucking great!"
Marleen was wrapped in a clumsy bear hug and squeezed hard. Boozy breath wafted over her as a face moved close to her.
"Hello, Gary," she said.
Gary was in his middle twenties, six feet tall. He had been handsome once, but now he just plain looked wasted.
His hair was swept up in an oily rockabilly pompadour. His face's fine features were now sharpened like axe blades, due to his recent weight loss.
His skin was very pale, almost marble weight, of a deadness which made ivory skinned Marleen look positively glowing with good health.
Gary was Marleen's lover. But he was on the needle. There hadn't been much in the way of loving from him since he got heavy on the junk.
He moved to kiss Marleen. He went for her mouth but she turned her head to the side and the kiss fell on her cheek.
"Hey, motherfuckers, how you all doing?! " Gary said.
Umbopo and Nigel pointedly continued their conversation, while Cissy and Luke returned greetings that were lacking in warmth.
"Ease up, man, you'll bruise my ribs," Marleen said.
"That's okay, bitch you like it rough, right?! "
"Not when I'm working," Marleen said.
She wriggled from his embrace. But he kept a possessive hand on her, a hand which lay heavy on her shoulder.
"Excuse me," a barmaid muttered, on her way back into the bar with a couple of plates of burgers and fries.
"Hey, you motherfuckers are sounding great you're a hit!"
"Yeah, I know," Marleen said. "Listen, Gary, you're not supposed to be back here!"
"Why in the fuck not?! "
"Because only the band or people who work here are supposed to be here!"
"Hey, I'm a friend of the band, right?"
"That's open to debate," Cissy muttered.
"What did you say, Pissy I mean Cissy?! "
"Nothing...."
"Look, Gary, I'm working, okay?" Marleen said. "So what do you want?"
"Hey, you don't seem too glad to see me! . . .I guess now that you're gonna make it, you don't wanna bother with the-likes of me, huh?"
EXACTLY, Marleen thought but did not say....
"Look, Gary, I have to go back on soon, so what do you want?"
"Uh, well, it's uh kind of private, Marleen-
Marleen sighed. "If you're gonna hit on me for bread, you can say it right out loud, 'cause it's sure no secret anyhow!"
"Hey, bitch, I'm not in the mood for any of your shit, right?! "
Nigel and Cissy looked away. Gary took Marleen's arm and steered her into another corner of the kitchen.
She turned, faced him. His skin looked chalky, she thought. His eyes were filmed over. Veins bulged in his forehead.
"You're wasting your time, Gary I don't have any bread!"
"Marleen, honey, I really need some cash-REALLY! I know I said I wasn't gonna get any more from you, or hit on you for some!
"But, baby, I'm really strung out, and I need my medicine, babe! Just this once, that's all, to help me taper off!"
"Look, Gary, who the fuck are you kidding? You're not going to taper off the shit, so why try to pretend you are?"
"Naw, I'm not shittin' you, Marl, this time I really am gonna get off the stuff, and go on a program and kick it for good!"
"Well, you can start now, 'cause I don't have any dough, Gary!"
"I don't need much just twenty bucks!"
"JUST twenty bucks?! " Marleen laughed incredulously. "I can't even remember the last time I saw 20 bucks all together!"
"Shit, you're working now, ain't you? You're gonna get paid tonight!"
"That money is gonna help pay the rent, Gary!"
"Sure, sure look, all I need is a loan, for tonight, just loan me twenty bucks and I swear on my mother I'll pay you back tomorrow!"
"I can't!"
"Fifteen bucks, then! Fer chrissake, Marleen, if you had any fuckin' sympathy in you, you wouldn't hold out!"
"I didn't tell you to get strung out on dope, man and I've already flushed a shitload of money into that hole in your arm!
"And all that dough was supposed to be 'loaned' to you, Gary ... when am I gonna see a dollar of that back? A penny?"
"All right, then, ten dollars--. "
"No!"
Gary grabbed her upper arms and shook Marleen.
"Look, don't give me any of your shit, bitch! I'm sick, I tell you, and I need that money a lot fucking more than you do!"
"All right," Marlene said quietly. "Just sit tight and wait and I'll see what I can do about getting it."
"Hey, that's my girl!"
"Let go of my arms you're hurting me."
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure ... sorry, Marleen, but you don't know how it is, when you're strung out and you've got to score!"
"I don't want to know, either. This is the last time, Gary!"
"I promise!"
"No," she said, "I promise you that it'll be the last time! . . .You'll have to wait until the gig is over...."
"I can't wait, Marleen! I gotta have the dough now, so I can go out and score. If I wait too long, I'll miss my connection!"
"All right! All right! Just go outside and wait by the stage and I'll get it somehow! But just go!"
"Sure, Marleen you don't know how much this means to me, and...."
"Yeah, yeah, sure ... sure."
Gary drifted off, his jerky movements betraying the tension of the fix-craving addict, the nerve-tingling need.
Feeling about two inches tall for this was far from the first time she had had to make the rounds like this Marleen approached the other band members.
They had given before, in the past, loaning her fives and tens when they had them, which wasn't often, knowing the money would go, not to her, but to her junkie boyfriend.
This time the well had really run dry ... Nigel, Cissy, and Luke hadn't hardly five dollars between them.
Umbopo, who had a wife and kid, and a girlfriend, held down a straight job during the day, as a tire-regroover.
Somehow, he found fifteen dollars for her. "Man, I owe you big!" Marleen said. "Listen," he smiled, "when you gone wise up and lose that accident-looking-for-a-place-to-happen named Gary."
"Soon-real soon!"
"You better make it soon," he said. "I been talking to the brothers who deal dope, and they all know him!
"Not one of 'em will let him have a bag on credit, and he's got a real expensive habit! I'll tell you something, girl you better not keep your PA speakers in your pad no more!"
"Huh?" Marleen said. "How come?! "
'"Cause some fine day, and not too distant from now, either, by the looks of things, Gary's gone boost them speakers and sell 'em off so he could get himself a couple nickel and dime bags of dope!"
"No, he's not that far gone "
"If I thought you believed that, girl, I'd be worried, but I know you ain't kidding yourself. Gary's a right-off lose him!"
"He's harder to get rid of than a cold," she said, "but thanks for the advice anyway!"
"Listen, girl ... " Umbopo's rumbling baritone voice dropped lower, "if you want, I could, ah, PERSUADE him not to bother you no more...."
"Thanks, Bopo, but no thanks-I can handle that myself!"
"Don't be too sure," Umbopo said. "Only one thing that kind understands, and that's a no-foolin' bruisin'! "
"You're sweet!"
Marleen kissed him on the cheek, then went down the corridor where Gary impatiently waited.
"Did did you get it, honey?"
"I got ten," she' lied, handing him a crumpled ten-dollar bill, which Gary made vanish from her palm like a magician.
"Only ten?! " he whined. "That ain't enough! I've got to have more!"
"I don't have any more, Gary!"
"I gotta have more, dammit!"
"All right all right! I have my last five dollars which I've saved up, but that's absolutely it, and I do mean all!"
"Five more will do it, Marleen where is it?! "
"Here!"
Tucked into her black latex bra was the rest of the money she had gotten from Umbopo, the five dollar bill.
She had hidden it away in the bra, tucking it out of sight, and now she reached in and pulled it out.
The green leaf of the fiver was moist with sweat from her breasts. Gary grabbed it up and made it disappear.
Marleen knew Gary if she had told him that she had gotten fifteen dollars, he would have held out for twenty.
By telling him she only had ten dollars, she had satisfied him with the fifteen.
"I swear I'll make it up to you, Marleen!" Gary said, squirming in his eagerness to be off to make the connection.
"I'll pay this all back to you tomorrow!" he said.
"Sure, sure...."
But Marleen was already talking to his back, for Gary was on his way, out past the curtained entrance, out to make his connection.
"Christ!" Marleen muttered.
"What'd you say, Marleen?"
Nigel was at her back and the rest of the band, who stood in a line in the corridor.
"Is it time for us to go back on already?! " Marleen asked.
It was....
"You okay, Marleen?" Luke asked. "Oh, sure, I'm fine don't worry about me!"
The band once more took the stage and began the second set. Marleen peered out over the crowd, heaving a sigh of relief at the absence of Gary.
Then the music caught her up it helped her to escape her own concerns, her major problems, in the hot sexual rush of performing.
And it was sexual....
She was all fired up, and she really wailed and gave a show. All of her anger and energy at her deteriorated love life went into her show.
She was feeling wicked, and she meant to give a show not soon forgotten.
Toward the conclusion of this set, the slim blonde coed got up with the nerd in glasses, and hit the dance floor.
The blonde wore a pink sweater, white blouse with rounded Peter Pan collar, straight leg jeans, little ballet slippers.
She was a gazelle, with a model's face, small firm sharply pointed breasts, a ripely rounded bottom, wonderfully long legs.
She danced with was the nerd her boyfriend? Just a friend, perhaps, one who was not sexually threatening to her.
But Marleen was a sexual threat ... like a moth flying close to a flame, the blonde danced close to the stage.
Almost under Marleen's very nose, so to speak.
Holding her mike, Marleen hopped down from the stage and hit the floor, eyes sultry as she moved toward the blonde.
She elbowed the nerd out of the way he offered no objection and indeed gazed worshipfully at Marleen.
Challenge in her eyes, Marleen swayed and shook in front of the blonde, feeling power in her body, power to allure, captivate capture.
The blonde blushed, her pink face going dark red with heat. She tried to decline, but Marleen would have none of that.
Almost against her will, the furiously red-faced and embarrassed blonde coed began to shuffle, to stir her long legs, to move.
Marleen's red lips peeled back over a wicked smile she stepped forward. The coed stepped back, but the press of the crowd was so great that she could retreat no further, but was hemmed in by a wall of people.
Marleen took hold of the blonde's cheeks, feeling the heat which simmered in them, pressing her palms to the blushing face.
Marleen kissed her square on the mouth.
The blonde reeled, swaying with shock. Marleen moved her mouth to the girl's shell-like pink ear, whispering so only the girl heard her say:
"You taste sweet!"
Then she flashed her a bold smile, hopped nimbly back up on the stage, and motioned the band into a rousing finale of a finish.
The blonde was all blushes as she staggered to her table, assisted by the nerd, and by her two friends who had risen from the table to lend a hand.
Marleen's maddened punk rocking caught all the crowd's attention on her alone, her form flashing electrically in the spotlight.
The band slammed home to a powerhouse climax electrified orgasm. After the last chords hung shimmering in the air, the dazed crowd finally recovered. Slowly.
PART THREE
"Come on, Beth!" Marleen scolded. "You didn't invite me up here for a drink, or to get high, or to show me your place!
"You brought me up here for one reason--THIS!!! "
Marleen took hold of Beth's head in both hands and kissed Beth on the mouth. "Oh--!! " Beth gasped.
Even that gasp was stifled, muffled by
Marleen's mouth fitting over Beth's own, engulfing it.
Beth stood stiff with shock in Marleen's arms. Marleen pressed into the girl, letting her bosom press Beth's pert titties.
Beth squirmed, but did not struggle too hard to escape Marleen's embrace one more proof, if any was needed, that Marleen's appraisal of the situation was correct.
Beth was ... tasty.
Her lips were pale pink, soft crushed velvet. Her skin was smooth bluff pink, fine-textured, fine.
Her good looks were almost classically formed, cool, reserved, even aristocratic. But her reserved nature could not withstand Marleen's volcanic passion.
Marleen's lips pressed Beth's, crushing them. Marleen shoved her tongue against Beth's closed mouth, seeking entry.
Beth kept her mouth closed. Marleen bit her on the lower lip not hard, just catching that sensual lower lip of Beth's between her teeth, and nipping it.
Again, she shoved her tongue into Beth's mouth, and this time, teeth parted to permit Marleen's own tongue to enter.
Marleen shoved her tongue in. Despite Beth's polished exterior a composed facade now crumbling under the weight of Marleen's passion a mass of body heat, sweetly fragrant, issued from the blonde's open mouth.
Marleen twined her tongue on Beth's, sliding, licking, tasting. Her lips were fastened to Beth's, glued to them.
Beth squirmed and wriggled in Marleen's embrace. Marleen held Beth's head in her hands, fingers spread and pressed to the cheeks.
Marleen kept on kissing until a certain softening of resistance, a pliancy of the limbs, came into Beth's flesh.
Beth was yielding.
Marleen broke off the kiss and laughed.
Beth, gasping, staggered back. Even in the dim light of her room, it could be seen that a deep red blush was suffusing her face.
Beth, shaken, staggered back, away from Marleen, not looking directly at her. She backpedaled until her knees, the backs of them, bumped the edge of her bed.
She lost her balance or did she? Perhaps this was all part of an intricate ballet of lesbian wooing.
Whatever the motivations of Beth, she seemed to lose her balance, and flopped backward, sitting down hard on the bed.
Her plaid skirt rode up high on her taut pink thighs, affording a view of the white triangle formed by her bikini panties.
Beth sat up, pert breasts rising and falling with deep breaths, face red.
Marleen moved to the bedside.
Beth shrank back from her. The single bed was close to the wall, and when Beth backed up enough, her back pressed the wall.
And so she could back up no further.
"Why-why did you do that?" Beth whispered.
"Kiss you? It seemed like the thing to do," Marleen said off-handedly. "A way to break the ice, don't you know...."
"What are you going to do?"
"What I want to do ... what you want, Beth."
"No please, I-I'm not sure "
"That's okay, Beth ... I AM sure ... so I'll be sure for both of us."
Marleen stood with her hands on her hips and her legs spread as she looked down at the winsome, coltish blonde coed.
Marleen cast a glance at the face of the electric clock-radio on the night table which stood alongside the bed.
"It's getting late." Marleen said. "Let's not waste any more time!"
It was late after one o'clock at night, the same night that Marleen's band had been a smash at Max's club.
Beth was the silky clean-cut blonde charmer who had been sitting at the table close by the stage, back at the club.
After the band had finished its set, Marleen had been sought out in the backstage area by the nerd with glasses who had sat at Beth's table.
He introduced himself as Robbie Oberammergau, a name which was familiar to Marleen, although she couldn't quite place it.
Robbie was quick to establish his credentials he was a leading rock critic for an important alternative paper in this area.
Marleen was less than impressed, having little use for the critics. But Robbie Oberammergau was certainly impressed by her!
She was cool but not unfriendly but not all that friendly, either. She had no intention of sucking up to any critic.
Robbie said that he was having a little party after the club closed, and invited Marleen to join him.
He thought the band was marvelous, and expressed interest in doing a column or an article about them.
Marleen was inclined to decline the invitation, since she distrusted critics in general and rock critics in particular.
But, as Robbie spoke to her, Beth came up, hovering around at the edges. Beth was the blonde with whom Marleen had danced.
Marleen told the girl not to be shy and come up and introduce herself. .
Robbie took over. Beth was his cousin, a student at the nearby community college, where he himself taught some courses.
Beth would be at the party, too, he said-and this, more than anything else, was what decided Marleen to accept.
Besides, she had no desire to go back to her pad, where she would no doubt find Gary nodding off in a junk stupor.
Marleen changed her outfit, scrubbing off most of her heavy make-up and just lightly painting her face.
She wore a short-sleeved gray flannel chemise, made of soft thin fabric, and kept her knee-high black vinyl boots on.
Oberammergau lived in the school's faculty row, in a large house. He and Beth both came from a family background of wealth (they were cousins).
The party was interesting, if a bit bloodless for Marleen, with a lot of sophomoric buzzing and chattering wearing on her nerves.
But crafty Marleen managed to cut Beth out of the crowd and isolate her on the screened in back porch, where they talked.
Beth was soft-spoken, shy, pliant. She seemed to be a novice in love games, but she sent out signals which Marleen interpreted as advertising her availability.
Beth drank some, was tipsy, but not drunk. Marleen could belt it back night and day, like it was water.
The upshot was that Marleen went back with Beth to the off-campus housing where Beth lived while attending school.
It was on a street filled with fine old handsome houses and long lawns. Many of the homes were subdivided to afford furnishings for students, since there was not enough dorm housing on campus to accommodate them.
Besides, Beth's wealthy parents could afford the expense of private housing for their daughter, and did.
Beth lived on the second floor of the sprawling house. The floor had been divided into three different apartments.
All three of the flats were spacious not cramped, which gives some idea of the size of the fine old house to begin with.
Marleen was more than delighted to discover that Beth had no roommate, no live-in boyfriend or girlfriend.
There was just the two of them, Marleen and Beth ... Beth had been showing Marleen the apartment, taking her into the bedroom.
It was a fine room, handsomely tastefully furnished, with cream colored walls and posters and a wall to wall carpet.
And a bed....
Which is where Marleen made her move, taking hold of Beth and passionately kissing her, and ready to do a whole lot more than that.
...Marleen stood between the light and Beth, so her shadow fell across the bed, and across Beth as well.
Marleen got on the bed, kneeling, taking hold of Beth by the upper arms.
"Marleen, what are you doing?! "
Marleen pushed Beth down on her back on the bed, then stretched out on top of her, pressing her front to the girl's.
Beth was slim, long-legged, delicately, exquisitely formed a class chick, as Marleen mentally typed her.
Beth struggled, not too hard, under Marleen, her long pink legs tangled up with Marleen's strong booted ones.
"Marleen, this is crazy!" Beth urgently whispered. "Please, let me up!"
"No way, baby!"
Marleen took hold of Beth's hands and put them on the pillow above Beth's head, crossing the wrists.
Then she held the hands down with her own hands, her hard-featured face, eyes glinting with avid hunger, hanging over Beth's face.
"Marleen, please!! There are other other people in the house!"
"Then you better be real quiet, so they don't hear what's going on!"
"What do you want from me?! "
"Don't be childish! It's late and there's no time to play games! At least not the games of will-you won't you!
"I didn't come up here for a cup of tea, a drink, a joint, or a guided tour of your apartment, pretty girl!
"I came up here for you!"
Marleen lowered her face down to Beth's. Beth twisted her head this way and that, trying to avoid Marleen's hot hungry mouth.
Marleen shifted her grip so that her one hand pinned both of Beth's wrists, and subsequently her arms, to the pillow.
Her free hand took hold of Beth's face, by the chin, holding it in place.
"You're hurting me, Marleen!"
"Then don't fight me!"
Marleen pushed her mouth back down on Beth's and kissed her some more.
Beth blossomed like a flower in summer sunlight. As she kissed, she closed her eyes and kissed back, heat rising from her.
Tension left her limbs. As the rigidity ebbed from them, they seemed to shift and flow, becoming as pliant as wax.
All resistance fled, and she was open to Marleen in all ways ... little moans issued from deep in her throat.
Marleen, using her knees, wedged open Beth's long legs. Beth's skirt was way up high, rolled to the tops of her thighs.
Marleen leaned into Beth as she kissed her, pressing and tilting her hips into Beth's, touching crotch to crotch.
Marleen's velvet lips and satin tongue licked and kissed Beth into a state of passive pliant seething submission.
Marleen filled her mouth with the taste of Beth's mouth. Toward the end of the kissing, Marleen worked her tongue in a most provocative manner.
She thrust and licked and worked with her tongue as if she was using it, not on Beth's mouth, but on other, more intimate parts of her anatomy.
At last, Marleen came up for air-and for more.
Beth's eyes were closed, lashes fluttering thickly, red spots glowing in her cheeks, lips wet and parted.
Marleen rolled off her Beth's eyes opened in surprise.
Marleen sat at the bed's edge. Taking Beth's hands, she urged the blonde coed to sit up straight, which Beth dazedly did.
Then Marleen rolled Beth's pink sweater up, exposing the thin white blouse, short-sleeved, which Beth wore below the sweater.
Beth lifted her arms like a little girl being undressed and Marleen pulled the sweater off and cast it aside.
The white blouse was semi-transparent, in a tasteful way of course, and under it she wore a tasteful white bra.
Marleen ran her hands along Beth's shoulders, kneading, caressing.
Beth shivered from the handling.
"Cold?" Marleen smiled. "I'll warm you up!"
"This is all happening so fast "
"Fast is the way I work," Marleen said.
Beth's bosom rose and fell with deep breaths, as Marleen pressed her palms to the small firm breasts and began feeling them through the blouse.
Beth, caught up in passion, shuddered and squeezed her eyes closed.
Marleen, smiling with wet red lips, unbuttoned the blouse, opening it from top to bottom, then pulling the tails of the blouse out of the top of Beth's skirt.
Beth allowed herself to be guided like a small child, or a doll, as Marleen eased the blouse off her.
"Have you ever been with another girl before?" Marleen asked.
"Not with one like you," Beth answered.
"That's for sure! But you like your own kind...."
"I love it!" Beth confessed with deep, heartfelt feeling.
Marleen moved her hands off Beth, put them in her skirted lap.
"Take off your bra for me, Beth."
"Won't-won't you undress me?"
"I want to watch you undress ... it excites me."
A tremor of desire shook both Beth's long-fingered hands as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
She made a little murmur when the back of the bra was unhooked. Then she eased the straps off her shoulder, and freed her breasts from the bra cups.
And then she was nude from the waist up-nude, but for the tasteful little pearl earrings fastened to her delicate lobes.
The pearl earrings were a nice touch-Marleen would keep those on Beth, while having her take off everything else.
When she took off her bra and bared her breasts, Beth looked down, not meeting the ardent gaze of Marleen.
Beth made a little cry when she took off the bra. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover her breasts.
Marleen made Beth put her hands in her lap and uncover herself.
Beth's breasts were the size and shape of peaches, ripe little sassy swellings of quivering flesh, sharply pointed with long pink nipples.
The nipples were a bright shocking pink, contrasting with the softer more generalized glowing pink tones of her flesh.
The nipples were neat and small, like bright pink buttons pasted down. Even as Marleen watched, the nipples went erect.
"You are lovely," Marleen breathed. "You look like a model!"
"Do you do you think I'm too small in the bust, I mean?! "
"Not at all! Your build is perfect, just perfect!"
Beth cast hot sidelong glances at Marleen's mounds of flesh, saying:
"I wish I was built bigger in the bust, like you!"
"I like you the way you are, Beth." "Do you really?! "
"You'll soon find out just how much I do!"
"Are ... aren't you going to take off your clothes, too?"
"Not just yet first, I want you all naked for me!"
Marleen cupped Beth's right breast, gently kneading and squeezing. She pressed her palm to its stiff nipple and rubbed it.
After fondling both breasts, Marleen wet her finger in her mouth, and smeared a bit of saliva on each of Beth's pebbly nipples.
Light glistened off the pink tips of the pert peachy titties.
"Here," Marleen said, "Let's get those socks off you!"
Marleen sat on the bed's edge with her booted feet resting on the floor. Beth sat up in bed, alongside Marleen, with her long legs bent at the knees.
Beth's skirt was rolled up at the top of her thighs. Marleen rubbed the smooth taut pink thigh tops.
She took off Beth's loafers and dropped them, one, two, on the floor.
Slowly, sensually, she rolled the socks down from Beth's knees and off her feet, then motioned for the girl to rise.
Marleen guided Beth off the bed, holding the girl's moist-palmed hand in her own, while Beth swung her long leg's off the mattress.
"Stand up I'll finish undressing you."
"I'm not sure if I can stand," Beth said, my legs feel so shaky...."
"I do have that effect on people," Marleen said.
Beth rose, bare feet pressing the carpet as she stood facing Marleen, still seated on the edge of the bed.
"I'll bet you've been with lots of guys," Beth began.
'"Lots! Lots of girls, too...."
Beth pouted.
"But not with any girls as pretty as you," Marleen added, smiling to herself when she saw the way Beth's face lit up.
"Do you really mean that?"
"You're delicious," Marleen said frankly. "I hope you taste as good as you look! Ah, now I've made you blush!"
"I can't help it ... I really think you're fantastic! It must be wonderful to be so full of energy, so vital, so, so, so "
"So sexy?" Marleen offered.
"Well, yes!"
"Come here, and I'll show you just how sexy I can be, angel! That's what you look like, a long-legged blonde angel!"
Marleen's own skirt was up high, baring most of her round white thighs. She put her hands on Beth's hips, drawing her close.
Marleen moved Beth so she stood in profile between Marleen's spread thighs. Beth's high firm titties tilted upward at an insolent angle.
Marleen licked the lips of her own watering mouth.
She undid the hooks at the side of the skirt, opened it at the hips, then pulled it down in one tug off Beth's slim hips.
The garment tumbled down her long stilt-like legs, landing at her feet, and then she wore only her panties.
White satin panties, low-cut, bikini style, stretched taut across her hips, outlining the gentle rise of her mound, the cleft of her slit....
Stretching across her ass, but only the lower half of it, covering the bottoms of Beth's saucy ass cheeks ... leaving the tops bare.
Marleen put her hands on Beth's hips. Beth was lean and lithe, with the ridges of her ribs showing.
She had jutting hipbones and a hollow navel. Peeking over the top of her panties was a ginger colored fringe of hair,.
Marleen turned Beth so the girl's front faced her. Marleen hooked the tips of her fingers into the waistband of the panties.
Then she tugged them down, rolling them to the taut tops of Beth's thighs.
Beth had a reddish-brown, fluffy bush. Her narrow pussy lips were rose colored and delicately formed, folded, and furled.
Marleen pulled Beth down to sit across her lap. Beth's ripely rounded buttocks nestled in the leather lap of Marleen's skirt.
Marleen felt and fondled Beth, her hands making free with her flesh. Where her hands went, her mouth soon followed.
She cupped one of Beth's titties and squeezed, so the nipple jutted out even more prominently than usual.
Marleen kissed the nipple. Her tongue insinuatingly licked the throbbing pink point of flesh, drawing moans from Beth.
Marleen nuzzled the small, succulent breasts. The titties trembled under her red-lipped, licking, sucking kisses.
Marleen captured a nipple between red lips. Holding it with the smooth moist insides of the lips, she whipped its tip with her tongue.
She stroked the tops of Beth's smooth thighs while licking and sucking her nipple. Her hand moved between the thighs.
She wedged the thighs apart. Beth's pussy quivered. Marleen reached between the legs, touching the pussy lips.
Moaning, Beth squeezed her eyes shut. She tilted back her head, the thick lashes of her closed eyes trembling.
Marlene felt and fondled the pussy lips. Her fingers slid up and down the tender labia, slipping, sliding, stroking.
The bush was soft as fur, the pussy lips were smooth and warm and soft. Marleen laid her finger lengthwise in the slit.
She rubbed her finger back and forth. Already moist hot wetness oozed up from pink membranes to greet the finger.
Beth soon squirmed and rocked on Marleen's lap, as the finger worked back and forth, coaxing juices from the slit.
Then Marleen opened the pussy lips and inserted the tip of her middle finger in Beth, who gasped in response.
Beth's gasps grew fainter and more breathless with each joint further that the finger slipped inside her.
Marleen inserted the finger in all the way, working it back and forth, fucking Beth with it. The plunging finger glistened wetly.
Keeping one finger inside the girl, Marleen used her free hand to slide up and down Beth's smooth, slim, long-legged body.
At last, Marleen withdrew her finger, which dripped with wetness. She held it under her nose, inhaling the fragrant bouquet of female flesh.
She licked the finger clean, then eased Beth off her lap and on the bed.
Beth's legs spread, flashing glistening wetness where secretions were smeared on her labia from the fingering.
Marleen stood up, shucking off her one piece dress, wrestling it off her body and arms and casting it aside.
She was braless under the outfit, and her bare tits showed stiff dark brown nipples which jutted like pebbles of flesh.
A pair of black lace panties, little better and little more than a G-string, covered barely-Marleen's pussy.
Marleen pulled down the triangle of black lace, uncovering a black-bushed pussy and a pair of thick, fleshy pussy lips.
Panties fell down at her booted ankles she pulled her feet out of the panties, but left on the boots as she came to bed.
Beth lay down on her back on the bed. meeting Marleen with open arms and open legs as well.
Flesh touched soft female flesh as Marleen stretched out on top of Beth. Mouths touched, lips locking for more kisses.
Marleen's heavy tits pressed and rolled over Beth's smaller, more delicate little stiff-nippled titties.
After a while, Marleen came up for air. Her hips pressed those of Beth, and the glossy raven hairs of Marleen s bush intertwined with the fluffy ginger-colored tufted bush of Beth.
Marleen moved up over Beth, so her heavy breasts dangled over Beth's face.
"God, Marleen, you re so big-so beautiful!"
Marleen teasingly swayed her upper body from side to side, so her tits rolled over Beth's face, softly slapping them.
Her nipples throbbed as they glided back and forth over Beth's smooth face.
Beth's mouth was open and shaped like an O. Marleen squeezed a tit and pressed its jutting nipple to Beth s mouth.
Beth, gasping, took the nipple into tier mouth and sucked it.
Her ardent sucking was delicious ... as she suckled on the nipple, intense sensations shivered, not only through Marleen s sensitized tit, but all the way down into her seething, secretion-saturated pussy.
Marleen leaned into Beth, tilting her hips so her pussy lips pressed and rubbed and clung to those of Beth.
Marleen rose up on the bed, then, saliva shining from the tips of her tits as she crouched on her hands and knees.
Her heavy tits swayed, slapping the insides of her arms as she moved on the single bed, crawling to its head over Beth.
Crawling to Beth's head, to ... Marleen reversed position, facing Beth s feet, straddling Beth's upturned head.
The mattress dimpled deeply on either side of Beth's face where Marleen s knees pressed-Marleen's pussy hung over Beth's open, moaning mouth.
The flesh of Marleen's satiny inner thighs pressed the flaming blushing cheeks of Beth's face, as Marleen lowered her crotch down.
That black-bushed pussy and thick pussy lips loomed closer and closer, while Beth's jaws gaped open to accept the offering.
Teasingly, Marleen allowed the soft lips of her pussy to brushingly glance against Beth's puckered lips for kissing.
Beth moaned with wanting.
Marleen pressed her pussy down on Beth's mouth. From the chin up, Beth's exquisite face was covered by the umbrella of Marleen s steamy crotch.
Beth's nostrils tasted the rich pungency of musk Velvety lips caressed silken pussy lips, with hot licking kisses that made Marleen s seething flesh sing with pleasure.
Her pussy lips parted ... between them, hot rich juices seethed on glimmering heaving pink pussy membranes.
Juices smeared on Beth's lips, mouth, chin ... Marleen moved around, rubbing her pussy against the face of Beth.
Then Marleen leaned forward, far forward, causing her pussy lips to press even more clingingly against the open mouth of Beth.
Marleen placed her palms on the smooth upper thighs of Beth, and lowered her head down to Beth's steamy sex.
Slitted pussy lips writhed as the hot moist breath of Marleen played over them followed by her kissing lips.
Beth moaned as Marleen nuzzled, then kissed her pussy from the bottom of the slit to the top, and back again.
Beth moved, her ripe buttocks clenched, her hips pushing her pussy up against Marleen s skilled and sensual mouth.
From between red, kissing lips, a pointed pink tongue was extended, zapping out to fall on Beth's pussy lips.
Beth squirmed passionately.
Marleen polished up those pussy lips with her tongue. They already were coated with Beth's own juices from the earlier fingering she had gotten from Marleen.
Those juices tingled on Marleen's licking tongue as she went down on Beth.
Presently, Beth's pussy lips dripped with wetness, and her bush was damp, while wetness shone on most of Marleen's face.
Beth was giving as well as taking pleasure ... her mouth worked between Marleen's legs, licking and lapping.
Marleen's tongue insinuated itself in the slit of Beth's steamy pussy and wedged open the lips of the pussy.
She wedged her tongue down into Beth's hot honey pot, where heaving pink membranes clutched tightly the intruding tongue.
Gasping, Beth squirmed her own tongue into
Marleen, lancing it up inside her.
Marleen and Beth tongued each other, lapping juices and swallowing them down.
In the room was the creaking of the bed frame and springs, as the two girls writhed in mutual lesbian passion.
There was the rustle of flesh sliding against flesh, clinging with sweat serving as the glue, coming apart stickily.
There was the soft creakings of Marleen's leather boots as she shifted position while squatting on top of Beth.
Liquid sounds, the sounds of sucking and slurping, issued from between the legs of both girls, where hungry mouths worked for pleasure.
At last, Marleen zeroed in on the climax-and Beth's clitoris.
The clit was a delicate little pink pearl of flesh, throbbing away madly at the top of Beth's slit, rolling in its own natural oils.
Marleen licked loving circles around the button of flesh, then touched the button of passion itself, setting off fireworks.
Beth moaned from what Marleen's tongue was doing to her. Since her mouth was attached to Marleen's sensitive sex, those moans rippled right through her.
Marleen rubbed and rocked her pussy harder, more demandingly against the mouth of Beth, to prompt the girl to reciprocate.
Marleen's tongue tip stabbed out, like a finger pressing a button, as again and again it pressed Beth's clitoris.
Beth was quite overcome, juices steamily streaming inside her.
Marleen slipped her hands under the hips of Beth, under her ass, to take hold of her bottom cheeks, one in each hand.
The cheeks were firm, springily resilient, cupcakes of bottom flesh which oozed fat droplets of sweat.
Marleen cupped them, clutching them one in each hand, her tight gripping fingers sinking into bottom flesh.
She cupped the ass cheeks, lifting and separating them, her fingers sinking deep into the bottom cleft.
Beth renewed her efforts, writhing her hips, pushing her pussy up against the lips and tongue of Marleen, working on her clitoris.
Marleen pushed out her lips and pressed the smooth moist silky insides of them against the clit and rolled over it.
Beth's cries of passion were muffled-somewhat by Marleen's pussy covering her mouth and stifling the cries.
Marleen gently but firmly sucked the clitoris between her lips. Holding it captive, she whipped it with her tongue.
That did it!
Beth came and came and came! Beth went rigid, like she was going into catatonia, body stiff as a board due to the muscular contractions of the climax.
Sweat oozed out from her taut trembling body her buttocks were clenched as hard as living rocks.
Her pussy writhed in maddened orgasmic convulsions.
Marleen took her mouth off the clitoris. Beth was so sensitized now, that the lips on her clit would be perhaps too much for her to endure.
But Marleen kept her mouth on Beth's pussy as the orgasm ran through its frenzied cycle of release and relief....
Marleen did sit down hard on Beth's face, and a good thing she did so, for otherwise Beth's unmuffled cries of passion would have woken the other tenants.
Cries of passion rippled through Marleen's own steamy pussy....
At last, the tension peaked and fell away, and Beth shuddered with the last orgasmic aftershocks of ecstasy.
Tension flowed from her limbs and flesh, which once more became soft and pliant, while she panted for breath.
Judging it was safe enough to lift her pussy off Beth's mouth now that the girl no longer shrieked in ecstasy, Marleen did just that.
Beth was laughing and crying at the same time from her orgasm.
Marleen held her pussy off Beth's face long enough for the young lady to catch her breath and somewhat recover from the climax.
But not for too long for Marleen had not yet reached her own climax. But she would, and soon....
Beth opened her mouth to once more accept Marleen's offered dripping succulent pussy and pleasure it to orgasm....
PART FOUR
. . .Marleen was not surprised to find that her pad had been tossed, turned practically upside down.
After spending a night of mad lesbian passion with Beth, and sleeping in her bed and arms until late in the morning, Marleen kissed her conquest goodbye for the moment and returned back to her apartment.
She had a small dirty dingy place over a workingman's bar, a small series of rooms in the top floor of the two-storey building.
When she got back home, the door was locked ... but then, Gary had a key from when he had been her live-in lover.
As soon as she opened the door, she knew he had been there during the night. The place looked like an explosion had hit it.
Drawers had been pulled out of the dresser, their contents dumped on the floor and ransacked in frenzied haste.
The closet gaped open, her clothes thrown out of it, some of her pockets torn at the seams, showing the fever with which Gary had gone through them.
Her secret money stash, where she had been keeping the rent, had been raided, with the hard-earned cash ripped off.
While she had writhed in passion in the bed of Beth, Gary had come back to her place and plundered it of what little cash was there.
Marleen stood in the center of the bedroom floor, clothes and belongings strewn on the floor all around her.
The mattress had been pulled off the bed and thrown on the floor while Gary searched for money and valuables.
Marleen breathed a silent prayer of thanks that she had had the wit to follow the suggestion not to bring her PA system home.
Nigel had taken it with him, thank heavens ... had it been here, Gary would have ripped it off and sold it for a quick fix.
What Marleen needed was a quick fix to the Gary problem.
She stood there for a long time, not moving, face expressionless, eyes out of focus, abstracted, gazing into inner recesses.
"O-kay," she said at last.
She went into the kitchen and had a nice hot cup of tea and some toast. Then she began putting the flat back in order.
Some hour and a half later, the place was back in a semblance of order. Marleen lay down and took a nap.
When she got up, it was late afternoon. She dressed and went out on a special errand, returning some two hours later.
When she came back, she locked and chained the door, and laid a little bundle on the kitchen table.
There were three glassine bags filled with a small amount of white powder:
Heroin.
She had scored it from Umbopo, who had connections and was willing to extend her some credit.
When he slipped the three decks of junk into her handbag, he said:
"You're wasting yourself on that junkie boyfriend of yours lose him!"
"I intend to," Marleen said.
Something of her deadly purpose must have slipped into her voice and shaded it, for Umbopo cast her a long, searching look.
"I hope you know what you're doing," he said at last.
"I do," she declared.
Now, back at the house, she went to work ... she opened up the glassine decks of the white powder.
It was street-level stuff, mightily adulterated. It would be even more adulterated when Marleen got done with it.
She spread some old newspapers on the table, and put the opened junk decks thereon ... she opened a small brown paper bag.
Inside the bag was a powdered drain cleaner, one with white crystals....
Marleen used a razor blade to chop up the drain cleaner into fine gleaming powder, which she then mixed with the junk.
Then she sealed the bags up again, wrapped them up, and tucked them in a hiding place in her room.
A hiding place whose location as a cache for valuables was known to Gary. Sooner or later, he would show up again.
Later, when she went out, Marleen gathered up the newspaper, razor, and the nearly full bottle of powdered drain cleaner.
She dumped then all down a sewer grating on the other side of town, far from her own place.
She had set the fuse of a man-trap all her own ... for now, she would just forget about it ... for now.
Then Marleen went about her business....
...Later that night:
"Why are you staring at my boots?" Marleen demanded.
"-Uh, er, excuse me?! " Robbie Oberammergau, the rock critic who was Beth's cousin and taught at the school, stammered.
"No, I will not excuse you," Marleen said. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer now!"
This was a special date. Robbie was clearly infatuated by Marleen. On the night of the party where she made Beth, Robbie had invited her to drop over any time and get high with her.
It was night, and Marleen was there now. Robbie came from rich folk, and had this entire house to himself.
They were in the living room, seated on the couch, facing the coffee table on which were set drinks and coasters.
Music played from powerful, state of the art stereo speakers yet the music that played was from a country music.
Marleen had stated earlier on in the meeting that she did not care to listen to any rock or popular music but her own.
The only thing she would listen to here was country music-Robbie couldn't stand it, but he played it as a gracious host.
Marleen was dressed tough and hard, in a black leather vest, tight faded jeans, and ankle boots of black leather with pointed toes and high heels.
On her wrists were black leather bands. Her middle was cinched with a glittering rhinestone-studded belt.
"I know what you're up to," Marleen said. "Don't think I'm not on to you!"
"I, er, uh, I'm not sure that I follow you," Robbie said uncertainly.
"I'm quite sure that you will follow me-anywhere I care to take you!"
Robbie had long stringy brown hair, brushing his shoulders, parted on the right side. His face was long, thick-featured.
He wore a pair of heavy, clunky glasses, through whose coke-bottle lenses his moist brown eyes peered with confusion.
"You're, uh, a very strong character," Robbie mumbled.
"Yes, I am strong! That excites you, doesn't it?"
"Well, I don't know if I'd quite put it that way "
"Yes you do know! Don t try to bullshit me, honey I know your type! Maybe better than you know yourself!"
Robbie chuckled to hide his confusion. He picked up his drink and gulped some of it down, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"You're not fooling anybody," Marleen said, "Least of all, me!"
"Uh, just what er, 'type' do you think I am?" he asked.
"The type who needs to crawl at the booted feet of a strong bitch like me!"
Robbie choked, sputtered. Some of his drink spilled from his mouth, running in frothy fizzy rivulets down his trembling chin.
He coughed and sputtered, his face getting very red indeed.
"I knew where you were coming from the first time I saw you sitting at that table at ringside," Marleen stated calmly, ignoring his eruption.
"I saw you staring up at me, just aching to get down and worship me!"
"Uh, Marleen, I think that maybe you've got the wrong idea about me "
"Don't lie to me," Marleen stated, "or I'll slap your silly face!"
"Ahem! Well! . . .You know, I think that you d do just that!'
"You're damn right I would and you know that you'd love it!"
Marleen crossed her legs. Her jeans were tight, and when she crossed her legs, denim fabric pressed against her pussy lips.
Her boots shone like black diamonds. They were wicked footwear, invincibly sexy, shading deep into kinkiness.
They had long pointed toes and high spiked heels and exaggerated arches.
Marleen reached over with her uppermost foot and, extending her calf with her foot pointed, pressed the toe of the boot to Robbie's leg.
She rubbed the booted foot caressingly, up and down his leg, leather rustling the cloth of his baggy trousers.
"Ever since I got here, you've been staring at my boots, boy, especially when you think that I'm not watching you!"
"I, er, uh, I , ah, that is, well "
"Shut up."
Robbie stared at her with open-mouthed astonishment, eyes wider than ever behind his thick-lensed spectacles.
"All that bullshit about how my band is the new sound of today, and how you're gonna get behind us in your column, that's all bullshit, Robbie!
"What you really want is to get next to me you want me! Because I can sure get down and dirty in just the way you need!
"Those college girls, they don't know where you're coming from! If you told one of them what you really wanted, they'd either be insulted, or laugh in your face!
"But I'm not like that, Robbie, oh no...."
"You you're not?! "
"I know about the special needs of some men and some boys ... how they need to be taken over by a tough bitch!"
"You you're running some heavy numbers on my head, Marleen!" Tension made Robbie's choking words crack in mid-sentence.
He went on: "I mean, you're just kidding around, just fooling, right?! "
"Wrong! You've seen me on stage you know what I'm like! That's why you invited me over tonight!
"You hope that I'm really like the way I am on stage but you're scared, too! I understand that, it's only natural....
"But this is your golden opportunity, so don't toss it away by being corny!
"Come on, Robbie, I'll prove it to you! Just look me square in the eye and swear that you really don't want to get down and kiss my boots!
"Of course, if you say that, I'm going to walk right out of here and never come back, so you have to make a choice!
"You can pretend that you're a man, and lose out on the best chance of your life or you can admit that you're a slave, and live your fantasies!
"Well, what's it gonna be, Robbie? I'm a busy girl and I don't have time to waste if you're not into my scene!"
Marleen uncrossed her legs and stood up. She spread her booted feet and put her hands on her hips and stared down at him.
"Well, Robbie?"
"Can I do I dare to trust you?"
"I don't need to stand around and wait for you to make up your mind about that! Considering how many guys would crawl to kiss my ass!
"It could have been heavy, but-too bad! Bye bye, little man...."
Marleen had no more than turned her back to him. Before she could take a step toward the door, Robbie cried out:
"Wait! Don't go!"
Marleen moved only her head, turning it to look over her shoulder at him sitting there squirming on the couch.
He sat on the edge of the seat, quite literally, his long hands clutching the tops of his thighs, anxiously squeezing them in his distraction.
"Did you say something?" Marleen asked coldly.
"Please don't go, Marleen! Please!"
"That's MISTRESS Marleen if you want me to stay!"
"I do! I swear! Please! I I'll be your slave!"
"Not so fast, not so fast! That's easier said than done! If you want to serve me, you'll have to earn the privilege!"
Marleen slowly turned, fighting down the leer of victory which threatened to break out on her face. She kept her expression icy and remote.
"If you ask me nicely real nicely I might stay on my terms only!"
He started launching into his fervent plea, but Marleen told him to shut up.
"You can show your sincerity by getting down on your knees, where you belong."
Robbie hopped off the couch as if it was a red-hot griddle. He got down on his knees between couch and coffee table.
"Uh-uh," Marleen said. "Not good enough! Come out into the center of the floor where I can see you properly!
"Oh, don't walk, idiot! Crawl-crawl like the dog you are!"
Robbie's face burned bright red, shiny with cold sweat, head hanging down between stooped shoulders as he got on hands and knees.
He crawled around the coffee table and to the center of the living room floor, until he was at the feet of Marleen.
His glasses kept sliding down his sweaty nose and he kept having to push them back up. He swallowed hard, gulping.
Marleen folded her arms, crossing them over her breasts.
"Well?"
Robbie folded his hands together like he was praying, which in a sense, he was. "Please, Marleen "
"MISTRESS Marleen, and don't make me remind you again!"
"I'm sorry! Please, Mistress Marleen, don't go! Please stay! I I have money "
"WHAT?! "
Robbie, who was just starting to fall into a pattern of squirming submission, was taken aback by the blast of her fury.
"Did I did I say something wrong, Mistress Marleen?! "
"Did you?! How dare you insult me by mentioning money! What do you think I am, a whore?! "
"N-no, not at all "
"Believe me, you little worm, if I wanted to sell what I have, I wouldn't be stuck playing in cheap bars in this dump town!
"I should slap your face for being so insulting!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress Marleen, I didn't mean to offend you!"
"Your money can't buy me never make that mistake again! I'm not after your money, I'm after your submission!"
Following which, she would get his money, too ... all in due time.
"You're off to a bad start," Marleen warned. "You might have to start off with a lesson in my strict discipline!"
"D-d-d-discipline?! "
"Yes, d-d-d-d-discipline!" she taunted, cruelly mocking him. "I'm sure that you know what that means namely, having your ass whipped!"
"Oh, Gawd!"
' Don t worry, little man by the time I get done with you, you'd rather be whipped by me, than fucked by any other female!
"First of all, let's get those stupid glasses off you and see what you look like underneath them!"
Marleen pulled his glasses off his face and set them down on the coffee table. Robbie blinked, his eyes squinty, out of focus, watery.
"Bow your head down bow to ME!!! "
Robbie whimpered as he carried out the command, pressing his forehead against the carpeted floor.
Marleen lifted her foot and placed the sole of her high heeled ankle boot on the back of his neck.
"Here's where you belong under my heel!" Marleen gloated. She pressed down, pushing his face into the carpet.
At last she lifted her foot off his neck.
"I want to see what you look like, so get those clothes off!"
Robbie stood on his knees, head bowed. He flinched at her command, turning blurry eyes up toward the commanding figure of Marleen.
"I ... excuse me, Mistress Marleen?"
"No, I will not excuse you! Are you deaf or just stupid?! When I give you an order, boy, you better hop to it!"
"You you want me to take off my clothes, M-m-mistress?"
"That's right strip! And make it fast! You've already angered me by making me wait too long don't think you won't be punished for it!"
"Punished!" Robbie gasped.
"The longer you stall, the worse you're gonna get it," Marleen taunted.
Robbie's hands trembled like those of an old man as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, opening it.
He took off shirt and undershirt. He had a slim soft body, pale, with light brown body hair on his pecs and belly.
"I, uh, er, I have to stand up to take off my pants...."
"You're brilliant," Marleen said. "If you have to do that, ask properly!"
"Please, Mistress Marleen, may I stand up."
"Yes and hurry!"
But, when Robbie rose on quivering rubbery legs, Marleen put her hand on his head and held him crouching, with his legs bent at the knees.
"I only want to look down at you," Marleen said. "So don't you ever stand taller than me, worm! And get those clothes off! NOW!"
Robbie controlled his trembling hands enough to undo his belt buckle and open the top of his pants.
Crouching low, he stripped naked at Marleen's command, and then-
PART FIVE
Marleen amused herself with her new toy: Beth!
Beth was stripped down to her panties, the bindings which tied her hands in front of her, and her blindfold.
"Come with me, darling," Marleen purred.
They were in the living room of the big house owned by Robbie Oberammergau, Beth's cousin ... Marleen's slave.
Marleen phoned Beth and arranged a rendezvous here at the house. Beth was surprised, and perhaps a bit put off.
Beth did not wish to share Marleen with anyone else, not even with her cousin, socially. Beth was sure this would be a social occasion.
After all, at Robbie's house, how could it be anything else but social? (For Beth knew nothing of the bizarre relationship entered into by Marleen and Robbie.)
But Beth knew that she needed Marleen-that no other lover, male or female, could do for her what Marleen could do, and had done.
Imagine, then, the delighted surprise of Beth when, on being met at the door of Robbie's house by Marleen, she discovered Robbie nowhere in sight!
Marleen instructed Beth to forget all about Robbie he wouldn't give them any trouble, and they could do as they liked.
Beth took that to mean that Robbie was out of the house, leaving Beth and Marleen alone and in private to do as they like.
"It sure was nice of Robbie to arrange things like this," Beth said.
"Oh, yes, he can't do enough for me," Marleen said blandly.
But there was nothing bland about the dominant ardor with which Marleen made her moves on Beth as soon as she had entered.
Before very long, Beth's garments were strewn on the carpeted living room floor, while Marleen remained mostly dressed.
Mostly until Marleen stripped from the waist up, baring stiff-nippled tits.
Beth shook with erotic eagerness when Marleen ritualistically tied her hands in front of her, using a velvety sash.
The bonds were snug and tight, but not cutting. Marleen had a wicked, unlimited imagination, constantly surprising Beth.
Beth was even more surprised when Marleen held out a black scarf, folded a few times, to form a long black line of fabric.
Marleen covered Beth's eyes with the cloth, blindfolding her, knotting the twin ends of the cloth at the back of Beth's head.
Having her eyes covered increased Beth's vulnerability, her feelings of helplessness. It also increased her sense of touch.
Marleen amused herself with her blindfolded and bound human toy.
She kissed Beth on the lips, put her tongue in her mouth, licked and tasted. Beth pressed yearningly into Marleen.
With her eyes covered and sealed off, Beth had no idea of what Marleen might do next. Even when not blindfolded, Beth was in this condition of uncertainty with the unpredictable, volatile Marleen.
But the masking of Beth's eyes increased that sensation a hundredfold.
Beth would sit there, body straining in a posture of alertness, listening, wondering what Marleen would do next.
Without warning, a hot mouth would descend on Beth's titties, engulfing a nipple and licking it and sucking it.
Then, just as Beth readied herself for more of Marleen's oral attentions on her titties, Marleen would turn her attention to a totally different area.
This method left Beth in a state of uncertainty, so her blindfolded head tilted this way and that, quivering with attention.
Beth was seated by Marleen on an ottoman. Marleen circled her, stroking Beth's back, toying with her hair, playing with her flesh.
Once, Beth was pulled forward, by Marleen's hand on the back of her neck. Her face pressed soft, creamy, yielding flesh:
Marleen's bottom bared, since Marleen had pulled up her leather skirt and pulled down her panties.
Marleen stood with her back and bottom facing Marleen, pulling the girl's face down to her buttocks.
Holding Beth's head down, Marleen swayed her hips from side to side, the ripe mounds of her buttocks softly slapping Beth's face.
She had Beth kiss and lick the cheeks. Saliva smeared on ass and worshipful face.
Marleen constantly checked the blindfold to make sure it remained in place.
She pulled her ass cheeks open, Beth's saliva sticky against Marleen's own clutching fingers as they pulled open the ass cheeks.
She pushed Beth's face between the buttocks. Beth pressed her puckered lips to Marleen's puckered ass-hole and fastened to it.
Marleen purred with pleasure as Beth kissed, licked, and sucked her ass-hole. But just when Beth was getting warmed up, Marleen pulled away.
-Only to return a moment later by reaching between Beth's thighs and stroking her pussy through her panties.
Beth was wet ... with juices, that is. Marleen fingered the panties into the slitted pussy, where juices oozed into the fabric.
After some minutes of this treatment how many, Beth did not know, for it was impossible to keep track of time when blindfolded Marleen had Beth stand.
Marleen's hands assisted and guided her, for Beth was off balance with her eyes covered over the way they were.
"We'll take a little walk now, darling," Marleen purred.
"Where?" Beth's voice was soft, murmured.
"To the bedroom."
"Robbie's bedroom?! "
"He won't mind," Marleen said. "Anything I do is all right with him!"
Marleen took Beth by the upper arm and steered her across the living room into the hall to the main staircase.
Beth stepped cautiously, feeling out her way with her feet, the pink nipples of her titties shining with Marleen's saliva.
It took Marleen quite a while to get Beth safely up the stairs; the time was put to good use with the many caresses and fondlings with which Marleen plied Beth.
At the top of the stairs, without warning, Marleen cupped a breast, squeezing the fleshy mound so its fat nipple protruded.
She then pulled Beth's head down to it, the nipple throbbing as it glided back and forth across Beth's hungry face.
Beth's mouth formed a greedy O, trying vainly to catch the nipple which Marleen teasingly pulled away.
At last, when Beth was ready to give it up, Marleen pressed the nipple against the coed's mouth, which quickly gaped open.
Marleen stuffed the nipple in the mouth and Beth greedily sucked it.
Beth molded her mouth around the nipple, her cheeks hollowing when she sucked at the throbbing point of pebbled tit flesh.
Red spots of color glowed in the cheeks of the coed as she sucked wetly.
Marleen freed her nipple, offering up its equally rigid twin for Beth's mouth. Finally, she took both tits away.
She then steered Beth back on the proper course, walking her down the long empty hallway to the closed bedroom door.
The door creaked on its hinges when opened by Marleen. The room was dark, warm. Beth sensed something, someone, animate in the warm darkness.
Marleen switched on the small table lamp, affording a weak wan washed out golden glow of light by which to see.
She stood behind Beth, holding her by the shoulders and steering her to the bed.
There was the creaking of the floorboards under the rug from the weight of Marleen and Beth treading them on the way to the bed.
There was the soft squeaking of Marleen's leather boots, the equally faint swishing of her leather skirt swaying across the tops of her thighs.
There was the whispered rustle of Beth's thighs rubbing together.
And there was something else which Beth half-heard, half-sensed....
Then there was the rocking of the bed on its frame and the squealing of its springs as Marleen pushed Beth down on the bed.
Marleen stood at the bedside, leaning over Beth, working on her. She stretched Beth's arms out in front of her.
Marleen had made preparations in advance for the scene ... she took a length of cord, and tied one end to the sash binding Beth's hands.
She then secured the other end of the cord to one of the bedposts at the head, so Beth was tied down on the bed.
Marleen took hold of Beth's panties. She tugged them down ... Beth obligingly lifted her hips so Marleen could pull the panties past them.
Marleen worked the panties down Beth's long legs and off her feet. The panty crotch was darkly fragrant with juices.
Marleen rolled the panties in a ball, then lifted Beth's head up from between her arms, tilting it back, cording the heck muscles.
"Open your mouth, Beth!"
"Marleen, what's that?! "
' Something sweet your panties, with your juices!"
"You're not going to gag me, are you Marl--ummmmpppphhh!"
The remainder of Beth's words was muffled by the insertion of the wadded panties jammed into her mouth.
But Beth did not fight it ... there was a security in being bound and gagged. Marleen used a length of cloth to keep the gag in place.
"Now it's time for some real fun!" Marleen gaily announced.
The rug muffled but did not silence the tread of her heels as she crossed to the closed closet opposite the foot of the bed.
"Time to come out of the closet!"
She flung open the closet door.
"Come on, slut, crawl out of there like the dog you are!" Marleen commanded.
Beth was thrown into furious agitation. But the restraints which bound her hands in front of her, and to the head of the bed, hampered her movements.
She gasped, squirmed, struggled. The ropes creaked when pulled taut by her efforts, but she made not the least little headway.
She lifted her blindfolded head, twisting it around as if she could see what Marleen was doing.
But, being blindfolded, she of course could not see.
Beth pushed her head down between her arms ... pressing her upper arms against the blindfold, she fought to work it down.
Continually she protested through her gagged mouth.
Now there were other sounds muffled moanings, whimperings, the bang of knees and palms crawling across the carpet.
There was the slapping sound of flesh striking soft flesh, followed by a muffled cry in response, and more crawling.
Marleen came around to the bedside.
"Stay on your knees!" she said and not to Beth.
The captive coed was frantic with the knowledge that she was not alone with Marleen in the room, but that there was a third party present-
But whom?
The answer to that frenzied query whirlpooling in Beth's mind was about to be revealed, for Marleen already was reaching for her.
Marleen teasingly patted Beth on the head, then pulled up the blindfold, uncovering Beth's eyes.
Beth had been so long blindfolded that at first even the relatively wan light from the bedside lamp dazzled her.
But, even as she squinted against the sudden light, her vision cleared enough for her to see the third person:
Robbie, her cousin!
"What a cozy family reunion!" Marleen gloated.
PART SIX
There was the shock of recognition in both pairs of staring eyes when Robbie and Beth stared at each other.
Robbie crouched on the floor at the bedside. He was nearly naked, sweaty.
His face was made up, overly made up, with dark brows penciled in and rouge blusher on his cheeks.
Not that he needed any cosmetics to put color in his cheeks his very own red-faced shame did the trick.
His lips had been painted with red, but the lipstick had run somewhat, due no doubt to the ball gag filling and stretching his mouth.
The gag consisted of a red rubber ball with a length of clothesline rope running through it
The ball filled and stretched his mouth. Saliva had spilled from the sides of his stretched mouth, smearing his lipstick and wetting his chin.
Additionally, oversized hoop earrings made from vulgar glittering costume jewelry-dangled from his ear lobes.
Had Beth been possessed of sufficient presence to take a closer look, she would have discovered that those lobes were pierced for the earrings.
NEWLY pierced in a homegrown operation done by Marleen herself.
Robbie was thin, soft, pale white, with a not-bad physique, actually, although it was one which could have used a great deal of conditioning and tone.
His hands were tied in front of him, as Beth's were. His neck was circled by a studded black leather dog collar.
Attached to a ring on the collar was a leash, the other end of which was looped around the wrist of Marleen.
Robbie was not entirely nude his crotch was covered, partially at least, by a pair of frilly pink panties.
An old pair of panties owned by Marleen-her voluptuous hips were actually wider than his, and so the panties fit him.
But that fit was strained by the swollen erection which filled the crotch and thrust against it.
This is what Beth saw, when the blindfold was lifted.
For his part, Robbie saw his slim, long-legged, elegant young cousin bound and gagged and stretched naked on his bed....
But not for him.
Consciousness of their mutual enslavement by Marleen caused both cousins to lower their gazes and look away.
"How do you like my new pet, Beth?" Marleen teased. "He's not a very good watchdog but as a lapdog, he's not bad!"
Marleen sat down on the bed . , leather-skirted bottom sinking into the mattress, leather hem riding high on her rounded thighs.
She crossed her legs. Chain links in the dog leash jingled softly. She pressed the pointed toe of her boot against Robbie's chest, poking and prodding his nipples.
She rested her hand on Beth's ripely rounded backside, feeling the swelling curve of the taut-buttocked rump.
Marleen squeezed, kneaded, patted, petted the flesh.
Robbie's lowered gaze followed where Marleen's hand had gone, on Beth's ass, and he gazed hungrily at the sight.
"Eat your heart out, dog!" Marleen laughed. "Take a good look at what you want but can't have!"
Marleen pressed her hand against Beth's thighs, which pressed so tightly together that tension whitened her knees.
"Open up to me, Beth!"
Beth kept her legs closed.
SMACK!
Marleen swatted Beth's bottom, really hard, with her open palm.
"If you're not a good little girl, Beth, I'll let Robbie have a go at you! Instead of me fucking you, it'll be him doing it, unless you obey!"
Then Marleen reached between Beth's legs once more, those legs promptly opened, thighs spreading for Marleen.
"That's a good girl," Marleen purred.
She began stroking Beth's quivering trembling pussy.
She jerked Robbie's dog chain tight, jostling him to get his attention.
"Can you keep quiet, dog?" she asked. "If you can, I'll take that gag out!"
Robbie nodded his head in vigorous assent.
Marleen jerked the leash hard, lowering Robbie's head down. She undid the knotted rope at the back of his neck.
"Take the gag out yourself, now that it's untied," Marleen said. "I won't soil my hands on all your spit!"
Robbie raised his bound hands to his mouth, and worked the red rubber ball gag out from between his teeth.
He groaned from the relief afforded his stretched jaws when the ball gag was removed, its orange-red surface glistening with dripping saliva.
"Give me that!" Marleen demanded.
Taking the gag by one of its straps, she cleaned it off by rubbing it dry in masses of his long stringy hair.
Beth lay stretched on her tummy, bound arms before her, head turned to the side watching Marleen and Robbie.
Beth looked stupefied.
Robbie, equally so.
Robbie worked his sore jaws from side to side, trying to loosen them up, moving his squashed tongue in his mouth.
As numb muscles came to life, an involuntary groan escaped his lips one which was quickly stifled when Marleen glared at him.
"I don't know what it is," Marleen said. "There must be something in your family background that makes you want to serve me!
' So, serve me you will! Here, dog, snuggle up to my boot...."
Robbie feverishly pressed his face to Marleen's boot, rubbing, nuzzling it. Marleen meanwhile continued her fondling of Beth's pussy.
Beth, embarrassed, looked away. A soft moan escaped her when Marleen pressed her middle finger to the slit and penetrated it.
Marleen sank her finger in. Beth was tight. Steamy juices from earlier arousal simmered against the invading digit.
Beth was so saturated with secretions that an audible sloshing sound was made from the action of Marleen's finger pumping in and out.
"Just relax, Beth, that's a good girl ... my, you are juicy!"
Marleen pulled her finger out of Beth. Light glistened off the finger coated with thick juices.
"Ummm, I bet you'd like to lick these good juices, wouldn't you, Robbie?" she teased. "Your pretty cousin has such a juicy pussy!"
Marleen brandished the wet finger in front of Robbie's face. Robbie continued worshipping her booted foot, but his gaze locked on the finger.
' Get up and beg like a good doggie, and maybe I'll let you lick it!"
Without talking, Robbie held his hands up, backs of the wrists pressing his chest, like a dog begging for a treat.
"Stick your tongue out, show me what a hungry doggie you are!"
From between Robbie's smudged painted lips unrolled his tongue, pink and fat, hanging out while he panted.
"All right! Here you are!"
Marleen inserted the finger in his mouth all the way to the knuckle. She pumped in back and forth, his lips hugging it.
"You suck real good, Robbie you suck my finger just like it was a cock! I'm not done with that mouth of yours yet!"
Marleen took her finger out of his mouth, uncrossed her legs, pressed the sole of her boot against his shoulder, and pushed.
Robbie, kneeling, toppled backward off balance, landing heavily on his side.
He cowered on the floor, his hard-on stretching the crotch of Marleen's panties, pink panties stretched across his hips.
"I've got a surprise for both of you," Marleen said, with such dominant relish that both cousins shivered in anticipation.
Marleen picked up a bundle from the night table, where it had been placed out in the open but was heretofore unnoticed.
The bundle, including the cloth wrapping, was about the size of a brick. Marleen unwrapped it in her lap.
She held up the object so both submissive cousins could see it:
A dildo!
It was made of sleek pink plastic ... eight inches long, with a knobbed bullet head and a long thick shaft.
It came complete with a harness arrangement of thin strong black elastic straps, which radiated out from the base of the object.
"It's not a real cock, but it will do the job," Marleen purred. She untangled the straps and held them open at the top.
The straps formed a harness similar to a jockstrap. Marleen's heavy tits dangled as she leaned far forward.
The stiff-nippled tits pressed the tops of her thighs. She pulled the harness over her boots, placing them in the appropriate leg openings.
She stepped into the harness and drew it up her legs, up to her hips, having first removed her leather skirt at last.
She was naked under that skirt-naked without it, except for the dildo which now jutted so obscenely from her hips.
She arranged it, the taut black straps running under the bottom curves of her buttocks, pressing into soft bottom flesh.
The dildo jutted just slightly below the horizontal line from her hips.
The effect of that fat pink dildo sprouting from her womanly hips and buxom body was ultra-decadent.
"How do you two like my cock?! " she laughed.
She took hold of the dildo, stroking it and fisting it like it was a real rod of flesh and not just an artificial phallus.
"My little bitch Robbie will get some practice in sucking cock this will get him ready for the real thing!
"Move over here, worm I want your cousin Beth to watch you suck cock, she might pick up a few techniques from you!"
Now, Beth had always been close with her cousin, since they grew up together, but like all close relatives, there was some rivalry there.
Robbie was bookish and insufferably conceited about his academic achievements; he was a real know it all.
That's why it was doubly astounding for Beth to watch her cousin crouch on the floor in mute meek squirming submission to Marleen.
Which she could of course understand, since she was no less enthralled by Marleen's voluptuous dominance herself.
Beth could only be grateful that Marleen had treated her as cruelly as she treated Robbie, since she would have taken whatever Marleen dished out.
Then Beth realized that she was bound and gagged to the bed, and that Marleen could inflict just about any kind of degradation she desired on her.
That knowledge made Beth squirm ... still, there was undeniable fascination and stimulation in the concept.
After all, nobody had put a gun to Beth's head and made her submit-she had done it because she wanted to do it....
Because she had to do it....
She had put herself in this position now, she could only hope that Marleen would not abuse her trust.
To say nothing of abusing her.
Robbie cast a sheepish sidelong glance out of the corner of his eyes at Beth, his face reddening with hot shame.
Pain contorted his features, as Marleen grabbed a handful of his long hair and wrapped it in her fist.
Pulling the hair by its roots, making him moan, she turned his head so that it faced her front with its bizarre appendage.
The tip of the dildo jutted only inches from his sexy, hot and quivering painted lips.
"Kiss my cock, you squirming little slut!"
Marleen gripped the dildo at its base and pressed it to her mouth. Gulping, swallowing hard, Robbie puckered up.
Marleen forced him to smooch her dildo cock loud and wet enough for Beth to hear the smooching sounds.
Smirking down, holding his head in place, Marleen lifted the dildo and rubbed it across his face, making him lick it.
After he polished it with saliva, smearing his face with the stuff as well, Marleen moved the saliva-coated cock back to his mouth.
He opened wide, and she inserted the dildo between his lips.
Painted red lips pressed and hugged the sleek smooth wet shaft, right below the head of the dildo.
"Take it deep, bitch," Marleen sneered.
Pushing her hips forward, she inserted the dildo deep into his mouth. His eyes widened as the dildo plumbed the depths of his oral cavity.
He started to choke when the dildo poked the tender tissues at the back of his throat, making Marleen smile.
Tears spilled from his eyes as she twisted his hair at the roots.
"Don't just keep my cock in your mouth, bitch," Marleen chided, "suck it! Use that tongue and those lips!"
Sloppy slurping sounds issued from his mouth as he rubbed his tongue against the underside of the dildo.
Marleen began pumping the dildo back and forth across his lips, never pulling it all the way out, working it.
Her heavy tits, her rounded buttocks, her soft flesh jiggled from the thrusting and withdrawing movements of her hips.
"You suck cock real good, Robbie! Hmmmmm the next time some club owner or booking agent wants to get his rocks off in return for a gig, I'll just turn you over to them, so you can suck them off!
"Only I'm counting on you to give my band a real play and a push in your column, so your mistress can win the fame she deserves!
"You make sure that you coat this dildo with your spit, so it's dripping wet since I'm going to use it on Beth!
"And if you don't make it wet enough, I'm going to shove it up your ass instead of putting it to her pussy!"
When Marleen retracted the dildo from his mouth, unplugging it entirely, masses of frothy white saliva bubbled on the shaft.
"You did a not-bad job," was Marleen's verdict on the sucking, "but I may just fuck you with this dildo anyway!
"But not just yet not when there's a much sweeter target!"
Saliva spilled from the dildo shaft, spattering on the carpet as Marleen moved and mounted the bed.
She made Beth bend her legs at the knees and raise her ass up high, encouraging her with a sharp open-handed slap on the rear.
The stinging slap left a bright hot red mark on the buttock. Beth knelt with her ass raised and her thighs spread.
And her pink-lipped pussy quivering in hot expectation.
Marleen mounted the bed, kneeling on the mattress behind Beth's behind, the dripping dildo aimed at her ass.
The leather loop of the leash was slipped round her right wrist, and of course the other end was still attached to Robbie kneeling at the bedside.
Marleen held Beth's slender hip in place with her left hand. Her right hand gripped the dildo, guiding it to Beth's slitted sex.
Beth squirmed and moaned at the contact of the dildo head against her seething stimulated secretion-smeared pussy.
The saliva coating the dildo and the juices smeared on Beth's sex formed lubrication which caused the dildo head to glide up and down the slitted pussy.
Marleen teased Beth by sliding the dildo up and down her flesh in sensual massage.
She pressed the tip of the dildo in the slit, wedging open the labia, peeling them back to expose dripping membranes.
Then she stuffed the dildo head inside Beth.
Beth, moaning into the gag muffling her mouth, buried her head in her arms and squeezed her eyes shut.
And pushed her hips back to Marleen, to meet the penetrating dildo.
Having safely inserted the dildo head, Marleen inched forward on her knees, pushing the dildo in the seething slit.
The pink saliva-coated shaft vanished inside Beth, but its effects were heard in her moans and seen in her squirmings.
Now that the dildo was deeply inserted, Marleen gave a yank on the chain, calling Robbie to full attention.
"Get up here and lick my ass while I'm fucking your cousin!"
Robbie scrambled up on the bed, on the foot of it, on hands and knees, lowering his head down to Marleen's ripe ass.
A pair of white moons-her buttocks-swam dreamily in front of his face, jiggling
I ll softly with swelling bottom flesh.
Marleen took up the slack in the dog chain and jerked his head down to her ass, where he gaspingly nuzzled the buttocks.
' Get your tongue between the cheeks, idiot!" Marleen barked.
Robbie's red face was wedged between the buttocks and he fastened his sucking mouth to the dimpled hole of her anus.
His tongue lanced out, rimming the folds of flesh, then wedging them open to sink deep into the hot tight rectum.
While her ass was tongued, Marleen channeled her erotic energies of driving Beth wild with the use of the dildo.
"And this is only the beginning of what I've got planned for you two!" Marleen chuckingly promised....
* * * * * * * * *
Marleen and the Annihlists, everything was coming up roses.
Things were coming together for the band. They had conquered the local club circuit, creating a sensation.
They had been booked into some of the biggest clubs in the state, and had built up a real following of fervent fans.
No fans could have been more fervent, more dedicated, than Beth and Robbie. Both were Marleen's loyal, total slaves.
More than one concert promoter and booking agent had signed the band to a contract after first having been persuaded to do so by the charms of Beth's body, which Marleen made totally available for them.
The band had attracted not only popular, but a great deal of critical interest from the rock, underground, and alternative press.
This interest was boosted in no small way by the labors of Robbie, whose columns praising the group had really beat the drums for them.
Yes, everything was coming up roses for Marleen including the fact that Gary, her junkie ex-lover, was pushing up daisies.
Using his key to the apartment, Gary had returned when Marleen was out, and went through the place looking for stuff to rip off.
Lo and behold, what did he find but a junkie's dream fantasy three decks of heroin, not too well hidden in Marleen's pad.
With true addicted hunger, he did not wait, but took out his works, cooked up the dope, and fixed himself with a shot-
A hot shot!
For the bags were those which Marleen had doctored with the deadly poison of the drain cleaner, mixed with the heroin.
When Gary rushed out, he rushed all the way out of life!
It wasn't a nice way to die ... but then, Gary wasn't a nice guy, either. And the cops naturally assumed that a known addict like Gary had scored the bags of dope on the street, and brought them to Marleen's to shoot up.
Marleen did not send flowers. But she was happy. Not only that, but in the underground world of rock music and punkdom, there was no such thing as bad publicity having a dead junkie boyfriend was good for the band's, and Marleen's image and it was so very punky, too!
