Darlene Williams rolled over. The usual softness and clean smell of sheets on her bed wasn't there. She opened one eye and peeked through the tangle of her long, wavy hair. No wonder it didn't feel like her bed, it wasn't. The other eye opened quickly, so did her mouth.
White. All white. Like a blank piece of paper with nothing on it but her. Darlene rose to her hands and knees, shook her head, closed the blue eyes and opened them again. This time, as if she expected her first impressions to disappear, she reacted with shock. Yes, it was true. All white. A room with four walls, a ceiling, a firm but padded floor, all white.
Her hand came to her mouth as she gasped with confusion. The two blue eyes squinted with puzzlement. Again she shook her head to drive away the unfamiliar blankness and hope for a familiar sight to materialize. When she peeked out of her long-lashed eyelids it was all still there.
She touched the canvas-like floor with her hand, felt it, wondered where it came from-or, more important, what she was doing on it. Then slowly she crawled toward the flawless bleached wall and stretched a hand out to touch. It too was there. White, hard, uninterrupted by doors, windows, trim. Darlene's hand was shaking uncontrollably as she pulled it away. Why was she here?
Nothing made sense. She tried to remember entering the colorless room, tried to remember anything other than her name. When she crawled back to the center of the large room Darlene suddenly looked up. It was light, there had to be a light source somewhere. But there was no light bulb, no fixture which might have some brass, or even a plastic base which might be some color other than no color at all. Disappointment shadowed her face as she realized the whole ceiling was some kind of luminous light source ... and white.
But Darlene's memory started to return, bits of information, facts fell haphazardly into place. Married, yes. To a man named ... Ken, Ken Williams. A nice man. Two kids ... a boy aged five and a sweet daughter aged three ... Her hand came abruptly to her open mouth as she remembered Timmy and Leila. How were they? Where were they? Again Darlene screamed the-question in her mind, What am I doing here?
She crawled more frantically and this time didn't notice the white wall until her head banged solidly into it. Grabbing her aching brow she sat back on her haunches and grimaced. A slight curse came from the quivering lips.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, she kept a shoulder against the wall and crawled around the confines of the square cell. All the while more and more bits of history came back to her. Ken, an electrical engineer. Their home, a beautiful ranch-type, three bedroom house in a clean, safe neighborhood with good schools. Where was it now?
She almost missed the slight crack in the wall, it was so tight. But Darlene's darting eyes were searching for any relief from the all-white, and subtle shadowing inside the crack suddenly became heaven. Pressing her face close to the razor-sharp edges on each side she tried to peer through ... it was impossible. But she followed the grey pencil line up, then across, then back down. A doorway. She must have come through it.
"But how?" she screamed out loud.
The sound of her own voice made Darlene shiver with fear. She spun around like a frantic rabbit to make sure she was still alone. She was very alone, totally alone. With her long fingernails she once again traced the crack outlining the entranceway. There were no hinges, no indications which way the door should open. It was as if a solid block of white had been shoved inside the rectangular opening.
She dug her fingernails into the crack on one side and scratched, tugged, scraped fiercely to budge something, anything. Nothing gave way but two fingernails with a ripping snap.
"Uh!" Darlene cried as she cupped the damaged fingers in her other hand. Slowly she opened her hand and inspected the painful remains. Two well-cared for chunks of healthy nail hung loosely from their former place. One had busted so close to the finger that a bright red drop of blood now leaked from the pink skin.
She sucked the wound and let the ruined remnants of her fingernails fall to the floor. Then withdrawing the fingers from her lips she watched as more blood trickled into sight. At least it was a color, something to relieve her blinded vision. Then Darlene scratched at the doorway again, tried digging her fingers deep and forcing something to give.
She struggled for some minutes before dropping back in defeat. Her hands ached with fatigue but she did accomplish something. The pure white of the room was now destroyed, smears of smudged, red blood now marred the perfection ... at least she would have no trouble finding the hidden doorway again.
As a small drop of blood fell from her finger and landed on more white she realized what she was wearing. The blood soaked into the fabric of the long flowing robe covering the full curves and healthy vitality of her body. It was white linen. It had a hood and was tied with a bow around her neck. She used the hand which wasn't bloody to feel her body below the fabric. That's when Darlene realized she was nude underneath.
The robe wasn't hers, she couldn't even remember getting into it. It was as strange to her as the room. Then with a flurry of panic she grabbed at her hair and pulled it in front of her face. The fear that it too was now white was quickly dispelled when she saw the familiar golden brown, the color of warm breakfast toast soaked with butter.
But whatever relief the comfort of her hair provided didn't last long. Darlene crumbled into a moaning heap on the canvas floor, totally disoriented, lost, confused. Realizing the blank walls of white told her everything she knew about her presence there-nothing.
"What am I doing here?" she screamed.
No answer. A silence as empty as the room. "Where am I?" she screamed again.
The smears of blood from the tom finger were now trailed from the walls around the doorway across the floor, spots dotted the expensive linen of her gown. But Darlene paid no attention, she was trying to avert the panic which threatened to well up from her groin and envelop everything. She had to think, try to remember, put the pieces in place.
She moved to the wall and rested against it while searching for the recollection of the last thing that had happened. What was it? When was it? Like the flash of a camera cube the face of Chuck filled her mind. Yes ... Chuck ... I was with Chuck, she said to herself.
Now all the memories of Chuck flooded her. His youthful, athletic body, the well-tanned flesh and hard muscles. His light, sun-bleached hair and twinkling eyes. And, oh yes, the flawless, straight teeth of pure ... Darlene swallowed and closed her eyes ... white.
She had met Chuck six months ago in the supermarket. He was holding a part-time job as a cashier which lasted less than two weeks. But those two weeks were more than enough time for them to realize they were destined for greater deeds than casual greetings over the check-out counter.
She found herself inventing groceries she needed just as an excuse to go to the market and see him. At first she was convinced it was nothing more than a fascination with his carefree, happy attitude. He was only two years younger than she, so she kept telling herself she wasn't searching for lost youth ... after all she was only twenty-seven.
Twenty-seven and married and mother of two children. And she made a point of letting him know. Instead of dimming his wide, friendly smile it only made it more appealing. He wasn't about to be put off by mentions of husband and family, no way; in fact it seemed to make him more determined.
Compared to her husband, Ken, Chuck was excitement, laughter, romance. Ken was stability, work, security ... none of the things dreams are made of. It wasn't that she didn't love Ken, she knew she did, But the opportunity for an afternoon of escape and thrills with this charming, handsome man was what her dreams were all about.
On the day Chuck announced he would no longer be working at the supermarket, Darlene almost cried. She stood across the checkout counter and felt suddenly numb, as if an opportunity were within her reach but not the courage to grab it. As he filled her bag with eggs, milk, a bunch of carrots, Chuck's face became serious.
"I won't miss this job much," he mumbled. "The only thing I regret is not being able to see you," The words dug deeper into her trembling heart and a sparkling tear trickled from her eye. "I'll miss you too," she managed to say. "Where will you go?"
"Me?" He shrugged. "Back where I was, I guess. Down on the beach until I find another job. I live down there with a couple of guys."
"Oh?" Darlene asked. She still couldn't find the courage to say what she felt.
"Yeah. Bean Cove, know where that is?" he asked.
Darlene nodded. "Yes, I used to go there when I was in high school."
"Have you been there lately?"
"No."
She saw him swallow, then smile. "During the week it's very empty, very private," he whispered.
"Oh," she mumbled. Her hands felt wet. Cold perspiration was on her forehead. "If you're there tomorrow at noon, I'll show you," Chuck added.
And that was it. Darlene took the morning to drop her son off at kindergarten and enroll her daughter in pre-school. By twelve noon she was sitting squarely in the center of the beach in the bikini swimsuit she hadn't worn for two years. She was nervous, appalled by the lack of color on her skin, but the skimpy bikini still fit well ... at least she could be encouraged by that.
Her large, soft breasts bulged up with rounded meatiness from the snug confines of the halter top. The velvety mounds of inviting flesh were enough to reassure any woman and excite any man. But below the bountiful breasts was the belly of a girl who spent many years swimming. Flat, taut, not as firm as it was before the birth of the kids but still excellent. In fact Darlene knew her belly and hips were now even more attractive than before, they now held the ... allure and subtleness of maturity, the glow of full womanhood.
She stretched out flat on her back and felt the sun warm her long, lithe legs, the curving grace of her neck, the suppleness of her arms.
"Hello."
He was standing at her feet with the sun at his back. Tall, gleaming with sun lotion, firm and dressed in the briefest of swimsuits. As he quietly sat beside her on the blanket Darlene's vision couldn't help but explore the thick tube inside the trunks. It was as she dreamed and prayed, a hose of promising length.
"I'm glad you came," he said.
"So am I," she answered.
There was nothing more to say. She was in his strong arms, feeling his happy tongue flick between her lips to touch her teeth, meet her tongue, dance ecstatically inside her. She stabbed the cool wetness of her tongue deep into the sucking of his mouth and they rolled together on the blanket.
The husky breadth of his thighs pressed against the heat of hers. She was enveloped by his embrace of arms and legs, the constant movement of his wet lips against hers. Then she felt the growing hardness of his heated cock pushing against the inside of her thigh. The increasing size of the tool against the tender flesh felt as if it would never stop: She thought he must be in great pain as the cock struggled against the tightness of the trunks until finally springing into an upright position.
She rolled her thigh against the welcome pecker, stroked at it, felt his hips grinding in closer to hers to bring the thickness of the cock-head up higher, closer to the burning wetness of her crotch. Darlene couldn't stand it; she shifted, drove her hips down in a frantic move to feel the hard shaft pressing against the screaming hunger of her cunt.
Once the cock was lodged against her crotch she sighed, it was good, stiff, big. She squirmed her hips up and ground the softness of her hungry cunt against it. Chuck pressed back and rolled his hips, the length of his inflamed meat moving up and down against her sweltering eagerness.
"Oh, God, I want you so bad!" she moaned.
Chuck's hips started to grind with a steady, insistent rhythm. It was obvious he wanted her too. His hands moved down from her shoulders and touched the heaving flesh of her tits. She inhaled as the fingers slid under the cups of the bikini top to push her sensitive nipples up to his sight.
"Kiss them, suck them, bite them ... " she groaned.
Chuck's mouth came down on her rose-colored nipples and sucked at each one. She hoisted her torso up to mush the full meat against his pleasing mouth. Then he bit his sharp teeth into the delicate bud and Darlene cried, "Yes! That's it! Make me hard! Eat my tits!"
His teeth and lips worked without stop at each nipple until they were bright red and pointed into hard, saliva-coated peaks of burning passion. Sweat was covering their bodies under the hot sun. They slid against each other, his hips still driving the hardness of his cock into the welcoming spread of her thighs with sounds of their wet bodies sucking against each other.
He pushed her bikini top fully away so that her breasts were totally bared to his hands and mouth. As his teeth again started to roll each bursting nipple back and forth Darlene moved her hand down the powerful curve of his back until meeting the top of the trunks.
Her fingers tingled as she felt the full curves of his bare backside, fondled each round cheek like a fresh melon. She trailed a finger into the crack between and felt his thighs grow tense, his teeth bite hard, his hips pound with greater desire. He liked her fingers digging between his buns, it excited him. She went down deep, pushing the brief trunks off the hump of his backside, until touching against the loose skin of his scrotum. Now he was wild, plowing fiercely against her, chomping on her nipples like they were candy in the mouth of a young boy.
"Oh!" gasped Darlene. "I want your big cock inside me! I want to have it all!! Every bit of it!!"
She pushed his trunks well down his thighs and reached under his hips. The massive rod filled her hand as she clamped her sweaty fingers tightly around it. It was a beautiful cock, long, thick, hard as steel and with a widely flared head of purple-red. Darlene stroked it from top to bottom softly, felt the sleekness of the skin, the pounding fullness of the large veins, the softness of its nest of blond hair.
Chuck pressed his hand flat against her quivering belly and slid under the bikini bottoms. He never expected her to turn on so fast, to jump into his arms and cry for his cock like this. But he wasn't one to waste a great opportunity, or a great body like hers. His fingers touched into her soft strands of pubic hair and felt the moistness. She was like an oven at full heat, wet with greased moisture and constantly moving.
He pushed down until his fingertip touched the pulpy flesh surrounding her twat. She heaved upward and twisted at the same time. Words tried to come from her lips but all he heard was an anxious gurgle. His finger found the lips of her cunt and followed the path of greatest wetness.
"Yes ... " she sighed as she felt his thick middle finger part her molten cunt open and slide inside. The delicate skin of her pussy was trembling, crying on fire with a flame only one kind of extinguisher can put out.
As he worked his finger deep into the sucking hole she grabbed the bikini bottoms and snipped them away. Once they were kicked out to the sand she spread her thighs wide and felt his fingers reach full depth and his thumb press against the begging hardness of her clitoris.
"Oh ... It feels so good ... on she sighed.
"I'll say."
Her hands went back to his cock and pumped rapidly on the reddened spike until his hips were thrashing, gyrating, trying to move between her thighs. She swung her hips under his body and he instantly fell on her. The thick end of his howling cock managed to part the outer lips of the cunt before it erupted with thick, sticky cream.
"In me! Shove it in me!" Darlene cried.
With a violent jerk of his hips Chuck slammed his cock far into the juicy hug of her churning cunt. She lifted up, grimaced with the sudden, stretching pain, pounded against him to get it all while it was creaming.
"God, I'm sorry," he moaned. "It's just that ... "
"Shhhh ... " Darlene whispered as her hips slowed and she comfortably worked her pussy up and down the long cock. She felt the semen trickling inside her, foaming, painting the walls of her still-hungry cunt.
"If we wait a while I can get it back up," he mumbled.
She looked up into his embarrassed face and smiled. A warm smile. He smiled back. Then she said, "Don't talk about getting it back up until it goes down. Chuck."
He laughed and felt her talented hips still working against him. His erect cock was working inside her, still up but not quite as hard as before. Then she pulled herself away from him until the thick cock head slid from the kiss of her pussy lips.
"Get on your back," she softly whispered.
He lay back and watched as she pushed her long hair to one side of her neck and lowered her face down over the red, smeared pole. She kissed the red tip which had lost much of the former flare. Then she licked up and down the beautiful pecker until all the sperm residue was scrubbed off and sucked into her mouth. After swallowing the delicacy down Darlene opened her lips and surrounded the pulpy cock-head.
Chuck was delirious. He never expected things to work out so well' ... especially with some married housewife he met at that damned supermarket. He felt smug, happy, he had told her he was twenty-five ... he'd only added three years. But it worked, now be bad a real woman, a mature woman, a mother, and a woman who liked to suck cocks!
That was the best part. Most the girls be knew from the beach were okay, they'd put out if you got them stoned or drunk at a party, some were real wild broads. But none of them ever had the gumption to drop right down and suck on his big cock. Not one. And now, here be was with a real knock-out and she had his cock in her mouth, come-covered, fresh from her cunt and all!
Darlene circled the spade-like head with her lips and gave it a firm suck until she felt the warmth returning. It was a nice young pecker and she knew it would take very little to firm it back up. She massaged across the tip with the flat of her tongue before pressing down. The growing cock-head filled her mouth and moved deep toward her throat. She knew she couldn't take the whole thing inside, so she settled for swirling her lips and tongue around it in a barber-pole fashion.
Chuck never felt anything so great in all his life. He thought he was going to come again, cream right inside her gulping mouth! But it was a false alarm, a definite sign though that he was ready once again.
Darlene was aware of it too. He was somewhat disappointed when she pulled her lips from his wet cock but didn't say anything. She straddled his well-toned body and, holding the cock upright with one hand, sat on it. The fat rod pressed into the still moist. Cream dripping pussy lips. They parted open and swallowed the cock with as much warmth as her mouth had.
She leaned forward and rested a hand on each of his smooth shoulders. They smiled at each other just as they did over the cheek-out counter. But Chuck was no longer stuffing eggs into a paper bag, he was filling her grocery basket with a piece of meat any butcher would be proud to display.
"You're so big," she said. "You feel good."
"You too," he answered. He never was much for conversation at such times.
"I can feel the flare of your glans robbing into me. The thickness of your head stretching me wide open, making me all wet and hot."
He lifted his hips up and gave her a deep plunge. She grimaced, then smiled, then ground her twat down hard on the plunging root. Her whole pussy was shaking around the column of muscular flesh, glorying with the deep, filling, cooking stick.
She humped up and down, first slowly, then rapidly. The meaty roundness of her rump was slapping down on his thighs, filling the air with the sounds of flesh beating against flesh. The thick knob was quickly exciting her, the whole dream of meeting a golden-fleshed young prince on the beach to have a secret afternoon of abandoned sex was coming true. And the best part, the most satisfying part was yet to come.
Chuck grabbed at the humping softness of her ass and stared at her breasts as they flopped up and down wildly. Her hair was whipping about her shoulders, sweat covered her lip and she closed her eyes. The woman was going insane on his cock! Loving to drop hard, take it all, stuff it up in there where it does the most good!
He squeezed her buns and slid a finger into the crack of her ass as she had done to him earlier. She bolted up and down fiercely, wormed his cock in and out, back and forth, banged like a crazed beast. Then he felt his cock quivering, felt the deep heat in his balls, the pressure in his loins and knew be was about to climax again. He tensed, tried to hold it back.
"No, don't!" she cried. "Relax! Let it come! Let it pump inside me! Fill me with your beautiful sperm!"
He relaxed but she clipped her cunt against him at an even faster rate. He knew he could never match her speed so he just held still with his cock inside her. She was handling the work for both of them.
She gulped for air the heat was unbearable, she was covered with sweat but knew it was now all worth it, The glow of satisfaction was now signaling inside her. A deeply intense, mysterious sensation of fullness; completeness, total ecstasy was taking her over. She held tight to his shoulders as the control over her own hips disappeared. Her body was now running itself and all she had to do was enjoy it.
Chuck jerked upward and tensed. She felt the eruption of his warm jism inside her. A thick gush of great volume pumped into her hole and' suddenly she was bursting with happiness. Her body wracked uncontrollably, spasms shuddered throughout her torso as the golden cock drove her into the realm of climax.
"Yes! Oh God! It's sooooo good!" she screeched.
"Uggggh!" He moaned as his cock spewed more and more cream inside her sucking cunt.
Her pussy was stuffed to the maximum with hard, cream-pumping cock and she knew this was the stuff dreams are made of. She had to struggle for breath as the ripples of extreme pleasure rumbled through her. She knew the dream of only one hidden meeting was now just that-a dream. The reality of it was she'd be a fool to limit this ecstasy to just one single afternoon.
CHAPTER TWO
Ken Williams nervously got out of his car and stared at the sprawling stone building. It was enormous, just like he'd expect a convalescent hospital to be. He cut across a stone path leading to the main entrance and met a receptionist in the marble-walled lobby.
"Dr. August has his office at the end of the aisle to your left," she said.
With a mumbled, "Thanks," Ken turned the comer and headed down the proper hallway. That's when he almost tripped. Over a woman. An ugly woman kneeling on the floor with a scrub brush, bucket, several rags hanging off the tie belt around her massive waist.
"Hey! Watch where you're walking!" she shrieked with a toothless snarl.
"Oh? I'm sorry," apologized Ken. His eyes fell on the lumped formation of her formidable backside, then with a wrench in his guts he noticed her legs. Gnarled, hairy, and worst of all covered with varicose veins. Dark blue, her fat legs looked like road maps.
"Just watch where you're going!" she barked and resumed the scrubbing of the floor.
He looked away quickly but the image of her gray, messed hair, the two or three remaining teeth in her loose-lipped mouth, the wart on her chin, and an obvious mustache remained with him until he reached the glass door with the black-lettered title, "Dr. August."
A very attractive secretary ushered him inside, and within seconds he was sitting across from someone much younger than he expected to find. August was around thirty-five, only a few years older than he, but the dark goatee and serious expression on the doctor's face made him appear much more mature, worldly than Ken, and Ken didn't like that.
"I'm glad you're here, Mr. Williams," Dr. August began. "We brought your wife in last night as planned. She was sedated and everything went smoothly."
"Good." Ken nodded, but he still wasn't absolutely sure about this.
"She was with that young man ... " August shuffled through the papers inside a manila folder on his desk. "A fellow named Chuck."
"Yes, that's the little bastard."
The doctor's bushy eyebrows arched. He didn't like Ken's off-handed remark. "Now, Mr. Williams, you're still aware of the premise on which we are conducting this experimental therapy?"
"Yes, yes," Ken answered. He was aware of the roles but didn't have to like them.
"We are treating the infidelity of a marital spouse as an illness, a treatable, curable disorder ... much like alcoholism, bed-wetting, depression."
"Yes, yes, I understand all that ... "
"Then you must also understand that the partner with whom your wife chose to be unfaithful is as innocent as the man at the liquor store, or the bed sheets in the case of the ... "
"I know, I know," mumbled Ken. "I agreed not to take any action against him, no revenge."
"Correct. And also none against your wife. Because after her treatment the mere thought of infidelity will be as repulsive to her as I'm sure it is to you." The doctor made a point of catching Ken's eyes on this statement.
"Yes," Ken answered. Then he asked, "But is it guaranteed to work?"
"So far we've had one hundred percent success, what else can I say?"
"You do come highly recommended."
The doctor closed the file and leaned back in his chair. All right then, we have the patient in good condition. I'll now give you a brief explanation of what will happen. She'll undergo a series of dramatic sessions in which she'll be re-educated in the area of mate identification. When we're done she'll desire no man other than you, her husband."
"Uh ... What are these sessions like?" asked Ken.
"Unfortunately I'm not at liberty to discuss the details of the therapy at this time. I'm sure you understand ... it's still in the experimental stage and even though it works wonders I'll be putting myself in a very awkward position with my colleagues."
"Okay." Ken didn't want to hear the bullshit explanations of a doctor trying to protect his practice. All he wanted was results.
"Very good. Did you bring the articles I requested?"
"Yes."
"Fine. Let's check them off to make sure nothing has been overlooked." August referred to a list. "The photographs of yourself, your children, Darlene's parents?"
Ken laid them on the desk. "All there."
"Fine. My agents were able to get a series of fine photos of the young man, Chuck. How about the picture of your home?"
Ken laid that on the desk too. "I also brought one of the two cars," he added.
August looked up. This was something he hadn't requested and it was obvious Ken was being sarcastic. But the doctor took it in good humor. "Interesting, perhaps they can be of use to us."
"Did you bring an article of which your wife is very fond?"
August continued. Ken reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded, pink mound of satin. He laid it on the desk and the doctor unfolded it. It was a pink satin pillow case, the type women use to keep from messing their hair while sleeping.
August smiled. "Excellent."
"When will I have her back?" Ken impulsively asked.
The direct question didn't phase Dr. August at all. "One week," he bluntly answered.
"One week? That soon?"
"I'm running a very efficient program, Mr. Williams. I don't waste time or energy, I go after results and get them."
"I guess you do."
August stood up and walked to his office window. "You're probably now asking yourself how I can get away with charging, two thousand dollars for a one week treatment?"
"The question did cross my mind."
"That's how complete the program is. I have a full staff of assistants. Your wife has been under twenty-four hour observation by my field agents since two weeks ago. We know her habits, her likes, her dislikes. Almost every phase of her infidelity has been captured on film ... a rather easy matter in this case, since she and Chuck seemed to enjoy meeting on the beach."
Ken swallowed. He didn't know they were that thorough. "You've been following her?"
"Yes. For several reasons. One, for clinical material which is invaluable during treatment. Two, to confirm your allegations that she is indeed having an illicit affair."
Ken's face turned red. "You didn't believe me? You thought I was lying?"
August faced him. "No. But in many instances a husband can be wrong. He can believe his wife is cheating on him but be mistaken. We have to make sure the disorder exists before submitting the patient to treatment. I leave no room for error of any kind. "
Ken was subdued. "Yes, I understand."
"My field agents are the best available, needless to say they command excellent pay. My assistants are highly trained and experts in their fields, they too cost money. Then there is the equipment necessary to carry on the therapy."
"Equipment?"
"Primarily photocell and lighting apparatus. Your wife is now residing in a room which is a living media center. The walls are film screens, everything is electrically tapped with sensors and microphones to record her every reaction and movement. In fact, you are right now being recorded so we can use your true voice modulations in all communications with her."
"Hub? My voice?"
"Yes. It will be artificially reproduced and piped in through our speaker system. You see, our program is very complete indeed."
Ken wiped his brow. "I see."
August returned to his desk. "My records show you have paid the thousand dollar advance and. an additional thousand is due before treatment begins."
"Yes." Ken reached for his checkbook but his mind was on something else. He wondered just how complete this strange doctor's program was.
After he made out the check and dropped it on August's desk the doctor said, "Thank you."
"When will I know to come and get her?" Ken asked.
"There's no need for that. When she is cured she will be delivered to your home. And, I might add, you will be pleased with the transformation."
"I hope so."
"She will be absolutely faithful to you. There should be no other alterations in her behavior patterns other than a renewed sense of security and contentment ... neither of which are unpleasant side-effects," the doctor said.
"All in one week?"
Dr. August reached for his intercom and flicked a switch. "Prepare Mrs. Williams' room for the initiation of therapy," he ordered. Then, looking over at Ken, he added, "I told you we don't waste time."
Ken stood. "I'm just to go home and wait?"
"Yes. Reassure your children that their mother will be home in a week. It's important not to alarm them."
"Of course. I'm having one of the girls in the neighborhood baby-sit them while I'm at work."
"Excellent. You'll find the response to their changed mother rather pleasing. In fact. your whole home life should improve remarkably."
Ken knew what he was talking about, he also understood the twenty-four hour observation on Darlene had to encompass the time she was home ... the children's habits, his habits ... everything including the arguments.
Dr. August led Ken to the office door and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Now just go home, go to work, keep your usual hours and habits. Mrs. Williams will rejoin you soon and everything will be much better."
Ken turned to the tall, broad-shouldered doctor and stared into his piercing gray eyes. "Thank you, doctor. I'm sure everything will work out. Goodbye."
Dr. August let Ken out, then went back to his desk. After giving Darlene's file a last thorough check he reached under the desk and pressed a hidden button. The two walnut panels on the side wall of his office parted to expose a computer-like network of lights, tape wheels, buttons.
There were twenty slots spaced equally along the front of the impressive machinery, each numbered from 101 to 120. They corresponded with each of the twenty rooms in which August had his experimental patients. Darlene was in room 107. He pressed the button above that slot and a long strand of two-inch-wide paper fed out. This contained symbols showing her pulse rate, body temperature, BMR, breathing patterns, all the necessary biological ,information to assure him she was in good physical condition.
After surveying this data he added it to a folder containing the results of the physical examination he gave her when they brought her drugged body in, He could now see the effects of the drug were gone, she was awake, aware, confused and rather nervous. Her memory would be filling in, soon she would recall everything up to the point when agent Twenty-Four focused her and Chuck in his telescopic lens and pulled the trigger on the rifle, Agent Twenty-Four was an excellent marksman, he hit Chuck first, then Darlene, both in the bared and humping flesh of their fannies.
Dr, August reached for the intercom. "Have the patient in room 107 frozen when she reaches center floor, use the floor clamps and make sure she isn't facing the door."
The secretary's voice came back. "She was trying to open the door and snapped two fingernails, there's blood smears,"
"Yes, I noticed that on her information feed out. Have Mrs. Cleaver do the necessary cleaning once Darlene is clamped. Tell her to avoid being seen at all costs."
"Yes, doctor."
"Any reports from the make-up section?"
"Yes, doctor, the masks are completed. The husband's voice duplication tape should be ready in a few minutes."
"Excellent. I'll wash down."
Dr. August reached into his desk drawer and with drew a plastic vial of Korean ginseng. With a sigh he took two of the root tablets and swallowed them down. Then he rose and went to the surgeons' washroom.
CHAPTER THREE
"Help!" screamed Darlene. She couldn't move, and the more she struggled the more helpless she became.
"Please help me!" she cried out to the empty room before letting her head fall to the floor and sobbing hysterically. She had been slowly crawling across the white floor toward the blood-smeared doorway with the intention of trying once more to open it. But when she reached the center of the room her ankle was suddenly clamped solidly down to the canvas flooring. She twisted back to see what was wrong and saw the horrible thing.
As if the floor were alive and aware of her presence a hand-like clamp had emerged, stretching the canvas like elastic, grabbing her ankle and holding it firm. When she reached back to push the frightening thing apart and get free, another grabbed her wrist. With a frightened scream she grabbed at that one with her other hand and just as quickly another clamp emerged to grab that wrist.
Then the ankle was released and as she came to her knees in an attempt to pull free other clamps grabbed both ankles. She was now secured down, almost on her stomach with her backside jutting in the air and helpless. Very, very helpless. "Oh! Please won't some-one help me?" she cried.
That's when she heard the sound. Like a fan blowing, a soft whirr ... then silence. She held perfectly still, she couldn't see back in her position, she. only knew the doorway was to her rear and out of sight. Then a new sound filled her ears, a brushing, scrubbing, then the sloshing of water in a pail and something like a mumbled curse.
The grating noises continued and seemed to move to different areas of the room. Once they came quite close and Darlene found the courage to whisper, "Who are you? What am I doing here?"
But there was no answer, just the scrubbing. "What do you want?" Darlene screamed violently while trying to wrench free of her restraints.
The scrubbing sounds quickened, the water sloshed, suddenly everything was again silent except for the fan-like whirr. When that ended Darlene felt very alone, lost. She wondered what the sounds meant and hoped that now they were over she would be released.
Dr. August dried his hands on a fresh, clean towel and stepped from the washroom to the closet-like area where an assistant patiently waited. "Is it ready?" he asked.
"Yes, doctor," the young lady answered. She held up a soft rubber mask.
"Excellent," said August. He faced the mirror and slowly picked at the edges of his goatee. Suddenly he gave it a downward jerk and the beard came off. It was artificial a cosmetic device he used to convince the spouses of his patients that he fit the psychiatrist image. He was a psychiatrist all right, but his clean shaven, youthful face just wasn't what people expected from a doctor.
He inspected the skin of his wide-jawed chin and smiled. He looked much more like a college athlete than a doctor, in fact it was college athletic scholarships which provided for his extensive education. Dr. August leaned toward his waiting assistant and she moved the mask into place.
When he stood up Dr. August's face was transformed once again. This time he had a face which also seemed incongruous with his tall, strong physique. The face of Ken Williams.
After inspecting himself in the mirror and making a few minor adjustments to his hair he turned to the assistant and said, "Very good. I think this is the best one yet."
"I'm trying a new type of plastic," she answered.
"Notify the control panel that I'm on my way."
"Yes, doctor'"
Dr. August was wearing the white gown of a surgeon about to engage in surgery as he walked along the narrow corridor and stopped at the doorway marked 107. Before opening it he reached to the neck of his surgical gown and pulled the tie-string. It came loose and he hung it on a convenient hook beside the door. He was totally naked.
The well-toned muscles and trim lines of his body rippled with exercised health as he pressed the button and watched the doorway slide to one side. He stepped into the room and the panel closed behind him. He felt good, vigorous, this would be his first operation of the morning and he had been looking forward to it. The photographs of Darlene Williams taken by his agent had intrigued Dr. August, she was a remarkably beautiful woman.
"Who is it?" Who is there?" she moaned from her helpless position on the floor.
August said nothing, in time she would learn everything, once the therapeutic sessions were over. He watched as she struggled against the clamps, tried to arch her supple body and twist around to look back at her quiet visitor. It was all a useless exertion of energy. After several minutes she dropped to her stomach, exhausted.
That's when August nodded to the hidden camera of the central control. On cue the voice of Ken Williams filled the room and said only one word, "Darlene."
She bolted up as best she could. "Ken? Oh, Ken darling, is that you?"
There was no answer as she kept calling out to Ken. Dr. August now dropped to his knees between her clamped feet and took the hem of her white linen gown in his hands. Going slow to enjoy each delightful inch of the attractive expanse he knew to be underneath, he lifted the gown up.
By the time the gown was lifted enough for August to view her ankles and calves Darlene realized what was happening. "Uh? Ken? Ken, is that you?"
He didn't answer. Instead he lifted the hem high enough to gaze inside at the gentle curves of her rear thighs, at the soft, hairless flesh with the slight tinge of pink. She had excellent, beautifully shaped legs, long, supple, developed through years of swimming.
"Please!" she cried. "Please answer me!"
August now lifted the gown high enough to view his favorite part of the feminine anatomy, the backside. And Darlene had a rump like two ripe cantaloupes sitting in the sun. They were perfectly formed ovals of gentle, velvety flesh which held up in a proud, jaunty curve. The mysterious, inviting crevice between the two white pillows was a clean valley of pinkish flesh leading to shadowed delights.
The doctor ignored her moaning cries as he pushed the gown upward from under her hips. She twisted and tried to bolt back at him but it only served to drive the bareness of her fanny against the erecting hardness of his cock. She must have recognized the touch of masculine muscle because she fell flat to her belly. But August had moved quickly, the gown was now gathered about her curving neck.
"My God! Who are you? Please tell me! What are you going to do to me?" she screeched hysterically. His answer was to run his hands softly down the sloping curvature from neck to backside. Darlene froze with fear, she gulped and swallowed her words. The touch of the man's hands conveyed all the message necessary. She was helpless, pinned down and nude. Obviously, he was nude too. She was going to be raped.
"Please don't ... " she weakly implored.
The two hands rested on her buns and softly squeezed into the firm skin. At least he's being gentle that's something to be thankful for, she told herself.
Then one finger slid down into the crack of her ass and burrowed deep. She squirmed, tried to wriggle away, but it was useless-the finger could go wherever it wanted. It dipped deep down between her legs and touched into the tender lips of her exposed cunt.
She grimaced, tried to keep from reacting, held her breath. But soon the finger was joined by more and they expertly massaged back and forth against her vulva, touched fire into the growing knot of her clitoris.
"Please don't ... " she moaned as the first traces of wetness started to glisten on the reddened lips of her twat.
The moistness gave August cause to increase his rubbing slightly. He wanted to take his time, work her up quite thoroughly for this, her introductory session. He gazed at the supple, thin lines of her body. For a woman with two children she was in prime condition, she had a body to be proud of, the body of a woman several years younger.
His cock was now lifting up to full erection. It was a long, thick shaft of proportions to be very proud of too. The doctor knew the large size of his cock was the basic key to the therapy, a necessity for identification by the female. It was a cock none of them ever forgot.
His fingers and palms were now drenched with the greased juice flowing from Darlene's pussy. She was moaning softly, not attempting to get away, obviously she ascertained it was hopeless to fight and the thing to do now was relax and enjoy it. August made sure the middle finger of his right hand was totally soaked with her liquids before sliding it from the heated walls of the draining cunt.
Slowly, deliberately, he moved the fingertip up the channel of her ass until touching the pink opening of her anus. It was a fresh-looking pucker of a rosebud nestled between the comfortable ass-cheeks. He pushed his fingertip down on the tensed muscle and gave her cause to squirm.
"No! No! Don't!" she cried with panic.
August inched his finger inside the resistant clamp of her asshole until it was deeply imbedded. Darlene's twists and cries only excited him more, her jerking rump arched up and he was able to insert the finger so far inside that she gave up with a crying moan.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she begged.
But August paid no attention. He was now taking the slickness of her twat and rubbing it along the giant length of his ready and anxious cock. His imbedded finger kept twisting in an exploratory, circular motion. The humid odors of Darlene's aroused openings and oozing juices filled his nostrils. He gave his cock one last coating of the abundant crotch-honey until it shone like a well-licked peppermint stick.
As August nudged his knees further up between her legs and pushed at her thighs Darlene made one last fighting protest. She whipped her head and tried to tear herself from the bondage. All she accomplished was striking him across the face with the thick healthiness of her hair.
He let her battle furiously and patiently waited until her defiance was nothing more than frustrated sobs. "Noooo ... I beg you to leave me alone ... Please! Please tell me who you are and why you're doing this to me!"
The doctor lay forward and guided his blood-filled spike between her smooth legs. When she felt the touch of the giant pecker Darlene gasped, fell completely still, silently cried with fear. He nudged the broad cock tip upward until it pressed against the slick looseness of her dripping pussy lips.
He paused. August knew it would be a stretching, tight fit. It always was ... and that was an important part of the therapy. With agile, deft movements he used the head of his cock to work each of her pussy lips to the side until they served as the entrance funnel for his pushing pecker.
Darlene was finally realizing the size of the rod she was expected to swallow inside her. "Oh! No! Please! It's too big! I can't!"
In answer August made his first soft jab into the delicate tissues of her insides. He could feel the tautness of her opening stretch and cling around the cock-head as he worked inward a fraction of an inch at a time.
"Uuuuuugh!" she groaned as the cock-head finally passed through the opening and expanded the deep channel of her vagina.
He kept his finger working inside her anus while digging his cock deeper and deeper at a slaw, steady pace. His whole muscular rod was clamped by the tensed walls of her cunt, it felt as if it was in the grip of a drowning man. But her juices, her healthy resiliency, the amazing elasticity of flesh all cooperated to open the way for the mammoth intruder.
"It hurts! Uh! Uh! Please ... !"
Her moans were losing their biting edge. The pain he was inflicting into her hole was ebbing, the full feeling of her stuffed cunt was beginning to take on a completely different view to her senses. After only half his cock was inside the choking box he gave it a firmer, more powerful thrust and found the going much easier.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ugggghhhh!"
He could tell her cries were only remnants of what used to be pain and was now a growing pleasure. The flowing wetness was so great that he could feel it dribbling down onto his balls, matting into his curly pubic hair. Her anus was loose, accepting the Violation of his finger with happy relaxation.
Darlene blinked away her tears and stared with blank eyes out onto the pure white expanse before her face. She couldn't see back, she had no idea who this was forcing himself inside her. When she heard Ken's voice she was sure it was he, but now that the tremendous cock was stretching her guts like a baseball bat she knew it couldn't be.
It was the most enormous cock she had ever felt. Giant, colossal, a painfully large organ for her cunt to handle. When he first pushed into her she thought she was going to split wide open, fall apart into two thrashing pieces. But the man was at least gentle, he didn't ram into her like some crazed animal. Now the intensity of the pinching pain had eased, at least he was inside and she was still undamaged.
But the finger was driving her mad. She didn't like his twisting probe inside her asshole at all. It was wrong, a crass violation, an attempt by this man to humiliate her. Most of all she prayed it wasn't a preparation for something to come, a priming of her anus for the entrance of that large cock.
August took short, casual strokes inside her twat. Bach time she made a small squeal, a slight remembrance of the pain of his entry. But he could see she was responding rapidly, the tenseness of her anus was gone, the tightness in her thighs had eased. Soon she would be lifting up to his stabbing cock, begging for him to pound deep and true to full depth, crying for his battering ram.
He now withdrew the middle finger from her anus and heard her moan with relief. A slight smile came over his lips behind the mask just before he thrust his index finger into the vacated hole.
"Uhhhh!" she gasped.
Quickly he plunged the finger in and out then pressed the third, then fourth fingers inside. Last, he nudged his thumb into the warm grasp of her shocked asshole. Now was the master-move. He lay forward until his weight rested heavy on her rear end, his cock shoved forcefully to a greater depth and she moaned again. Then he took the hand fresh from probing her anus and brought it around to her face. He cupped the sweet face in his hand so that the fingers coated with the wet and odors of her insides assaulted her nose and eyes.
"Please! Uhhhh!" she screamed. Then she tried to bite at one finger but August was prepared. He jammed his cock fiercely inside her until she stammered and gasped with pain.
Her nostrils were filled with the humid smell of her backside, she could feel the juices on her cheeks and eyelids. The hand was smothering her with her own liquid lust. And more horrible than anything to Darlene was the fact that it smelled good, tastes were on her lips, it was impossible to avoid the overpowering arousal the cream of her holes provided.
August felt her buns tighten below him, then the tentative sway of her hips. She was succumbing to the cock, admitting it was making her whole body swim with desire. He eased back and felt her press down to refill the void where his cock had once nestled.
He pumped in and out at an increased speed and she started to lift her rump up to each of his thrusts. She was taking him now, welcoming each and every inch of his endless pole. He withdrew further and increased the length of his stabs until his cock was making long, steady plunges in and out of the gurgling box.
Darlene's cunt walls were in a state of shock, then the great heat started to make them melt around the crammed-in cock. She kept telling herself not to move, not to respond in any way at all. But when the hand covered her face, when the odors and tastes assaulted her she knew she had lost. This man with the large cock knew exactly what he was doing, she suddenly felt totally under his control and let herself go.
She heaved her rear end up as best she could to catch all of the pumping cock as it rammed deep into her body. It was a magnificent fill of stiffness, heat and friction. She never felt so fucked in all her life and the more she worked back at the rod the easier it entered.
August moved his hand from her face and scooped down to cup each of her soft, jiggling breasts as her body started to hump back to him eagerly. She was pinned rather close to the ground but still had room to move, room to hoist herself up and beg for his slamming cock. He pinched the nipples of her breasts until they turned to burning pebbles in his fingers. Then, with strong rolls of his hips, he again increased the speed of the plunging cock.
"Oh! Yes! Yes! It's sooo big! And sooo good!" she now cried with delight. "Put it in me! Pump me up until I go to pieces!"
His hands moved down to grab at her hips as his rump blurred with speed. The wetness splattered from her hole as he hit her with rapid-fire plummets of hot, stiff cock. She spiked her ass toward the pole and took each cramming stab with groans of pure bliss.
"God! It ... it ... it ... feels ... I'm ... I'm going to come!"
August could feel the heat inside his own body rising along with the loudness of her delighted cries. He relaxed and followed the lead of her voice. She was shaking, trembling, quivering from head to toe and about to explode into an orgasm. He just let his cock take over and plunge straight in.
"Yes! Oh! Uhhhhhhh!" she screeched as the peak of her climax overcame her. Then she was silent and her rump clipped hungrily back to encompass his cock with trembling muscles, hot wetness, hugging love.
The churning cream rose the length of August's great tool and blasted from him with pressurized force. It came in three heavy spurts to fill anything left in the way of space inside her quivering cunt. He gripped tightly to her hips and enjoyed the fire-like release from his straining muscle.
But when Darlene felt her cavity filling with the steaming payload she went berserk. Her orgasm was nothing compared to the abandoned earthquake which now trembled from her head to her toes. The one thrill she loved more than anything else on earth was the feel of her twat being plastered, showered, painted with a man's pumping cream.
"Fill me! Keep pumping inside me! Oh, yes! I love it! I love it!" she cried.
August pumped until his cock was drained inside her sucking hole, then relaxed. He slowly withdrew his spent cock and stepped back. Darlene collapsed onto her belly in exhaustion, she sucked for air with hungry gasps.
"Who are you?" she finally managed to ask.
There was no answer. She felt a thick gob of semen leak from her pussy lips and dribble down her crotch. She regretted not being able to cross her legs and hold the abundant semen inside her forever. "Please ..." she tried again. "Please tell me who you are ... please."
Again no answer. But there was a sound. A step on the soft canvas. Then the clamps holding her ankles and wrists suddenly released but she didn't dare move. The footsteps started again and as she lay face down she was finally able to see-the clean, well-manicured bare feet of the man who had pleased her.
She slowly lifted her head and saw the well-formed legs and hairy thighs of the man. Then she paused to stare at the half-limp cock, so long, now red and tired but still of a formidable size hanging from a thick patch of black hair below the man's flat, rippling stomach.
Her eyes went up to the broad, vee-shaped chest and thick, powerful arms. Finally the solid shoulders and at last, the face. With a shocked gasp she realized she was staring into the face of Ken, her husband.
She looked away, blinked, looked back. It was Ken's face but definitely not his body. He was smaller, not as muscular, definitely not the possessor of such a large cock.
"Who? Who are you!" she meekly asked.
The voice sounded as if it came from everywhere. It was his voice too, Ken's. It said only one word, "Ken."
Darlene took a quick gulp of air and felt it do no good. She was warm, lightheaded, confused and in three seconds in a complete faint.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Ken drove home from the institute he felt uneasy. Questions kept darting into his mind about whether he was doing the right thing by submitting Darlene to the experimental therapy. The whole operation was cloaked in secrecy, the contractual agreement he had to sign stated that no guarantees are offered, yet Dr. August seemed intent on assuring him everything would work.
And they wouldn't let him have a copy of the contract on the excuse that the medical world would be very upset if they heard about the experiments. Yes, it was a shady operation but he did hear amazing testimonials.
That's how he had learned of Dr. August. At a party when he met George Parker's wife. She was a dream, beautiful, large-breasted, slim-waisted and endowed with the silkiest red hair Ken had ever seen. His crotch ached from the mere sight of her. He waited until George was off talking with the boss before making his very subtle play.
It was his most suave, coy manner of suggesting to someone's wife that she get together with him some lonely evening. All he suggested was, "Maybe we could get together sometime and have a drink." No commitment, no direct statement of sexual intent.
She shot him down like a one-winged jet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams, but I get together with no one but my husband."
There were a million different reasons why she could have refused, but Ken was convinced by her manner that she never did get together with anyone but her husband. He was baffled. She was a total knock-out and George appeared to be your less-than-average man about town. He wondered what George had, to make such a doll so devoted.
He found out a week later as he and George and two other guys from work shared drinks at lunch.
"What's your secret?" Ken bluntly asked him.
"Secret about what?" George responded.
"Your wife. Why's she so ... so ... you know, devoted to you?" Ken asked.
George's eyes twinkled. "I know why you're asking. She told me about your play at the party. She tells me everything like that."
Ken was embarrassed. "She does? See? That's another sign of devotion! Come on, what's the blackmail you have on her?"
George laughed. "No blackmail, nothing like that. It's just that I know how to handle problems when they come up."
"What do you mean by that?"
George's face went serious. "Things weren't always great with us. Two years ago my wife was sleeping with just as many different guys as your wives are. She was fucking any big stud with enough cock for two of us. I didn't know what to do. I was in a hell of a state. I didn't want to divorce her, I wasn't too hot to play around myself, shit, we have kids and a house, too much to lose."
"So? What did you do?" Ken asked. He was now very interested, so were the other guys.
"My cousin told me about this doctor he sent his wife to when she started screwing around on him. It sounded crazy, a doctor to treat cheating. But my cousin swore by him and his wife was a model woman, she licked the ground where he walked. So I figured I had nothing to lose."
"What's this doctor do? Brain surgery?" asked Ken.
George shook his head. "No, nothing like that. He's a psychiatrist, a shrink. He treats cheating just like any other mental problem ... gets amazing results too. I can vouch for that."
"But what does he do?" Ken persisted.
"Damned if I know. I think they call it dynamic therapy. My wife doesn't like to talk about it but she came through it a changed, happier woman and that's what counts. Results, that's what I paid for and that's what I got," said George.
The conversation with George stayed with Ken for several months. Long, agonizing months while he came to suspect Darlene of cheating on him. Then the awful realization that it was true when the men from the private investigator's office confirmed it with an 8 X 10 glossy photograph.
Ken's first reaction was to find this punk Chuck and kill him. The death penalty stopped that idea. Next he considered attacking Darlene, divorcing her, throwing her out on her ear with nothing. The kids stopped that idea. They needed a mother. Most of all, Ken needed her as his wife, his faithful wife to watch the house, wash the dishes, cook and clean up after him and the kids.
He asked the name of the doctor from George and got it. Dr. August. After calling the phone number and being interviewed he was invited to make a personal visit to discuss the problem in private. He did that. Then he learned about all the necessary secrecy for this controversial project, the need to protect the doctor.
And the fee. Two grand. Half in advance, half when she entered treatment. And all the references as to how thorough the whole thing would be. No chance for error, satisfaction guaranteed everywhere but in writing. Promises not to take revenge on the lover or to ever confront the wife with any mention of Dr. August, the institute, or her former indiscretions.
It was all acceptable, even the fee. Ken was willing to try any reliable means to stabilize his marriage ... this looked like a golden path if he was to judge by George's wife and what George had to say about his cousin's wife.
When Ken pulled into the driveway of his suburban home he felt much better. Many men were content to let their wives run around like so many horny rabbits, but not him. He was taking action, doing something to prevent the eventual disaster and divorce which was sure to come.
He went inside. The babysitter, Betty, the young girl from next door, was feeding the children. She was a dependable kid, only fifteen but responsible. She'd take good care of the children while Darlene was away.
After greeting the children and assuring them their mommy would be home in a week Ken went to his den. He dialed a number on the phone. A female answered.
"Valerie?" Ken asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"This is Ken Williams."
"Oh? Hi, Ken. How are you?" Her voice seemed to pick up after he said it was him. Ken liked that.
"I'm fine ... a little lonely is all. Thought I'd call up and see how you were."
"Lonely? Why?" she asked.
"Well, my wife took off on me. Ran home to her mother and left me all alone," he lied.
"Anything serious?" she asked.
"Only my loneliness and need for friendly company," he replied. "Doing anything tonight?"
Valerie was George's secretary at work and an absolute seventh wonder of the world. Tall, thin, tits like gas balloons and an ass like two beach balls filled with water. Every time Ken saw her wiggling through the office he could feel the tip of his cock snap like a barking dog. He got into some heavy flirting with her at the Christmas party and had his hands cupped around one bare tit when they were interrupted. Now was the perfect opportunity to take up where they had so rudely left off.
"I was just going to do my nails and hair while watching television," Valerie coyly answered.
"Oh? Why not invite me to join you? I love television and the smell of fingernail polish."
"What about my hair?"
"I'll treat you to a session at the beauty parlor tomorrow, I don't like wet hair."
She giggled. He knew he was in. "Okay. But not too late now ... Remember, I have to work in the morning."
"I'll be there at eight o'clock and out by ten thirty."
"Oooooooh" she giggled. "Sounds wonderful."
He showered, shaved, sprayed his armpits and dressed in his flashiest sport shirt. This was going to be a night to remember. When he got downstairs Betty had the kids fed, dishes done and was reading them a story.
"Betty, I have a business meeting tonight, do you mind staying with the kids until about eleven?"
Betty smiled her shy, twinkling, full-cheeked smile and answered, "No, Mr. Williams. I brought my homework with me, I'll just do it here."
"Good girl, I'll see you get a bonus."
She giggled, her smooth cheeks flushed with pink. "You haven't had dinner though, have you?" she asked.
He hadn't. Food was the furthest thing from his mind. "I'll get something to chew on at the meeting, I'm sure," he answered.
"Okay. There's some left-over meat loaf in the oven if you're hungry when you get home," she added. "I'll put the kids to bed at eight and tuck them in for you."
"You're a good girl, Betty. I hope my daughter grows up to be as dependable as you are," he said as he grabbed his coat from the hall closet.
"I hope everything works out all right," she said.
"What do you mean?' he asked.
"At the business meeting, I hope you're successful."
"Oh, I'm not worried. I'll go in there and get everything I'm after," he said.
She watched at the door as he climbed into the car and started the engine. Then she waved along with the children as he backed down the driveway and steered onto the street. The door closed and he drove cautiously down the block until reaching the stop sign.
He looked right, then left, then stepped down on the gas pedal until it flattened against the floor. The car lurched forward with a screech of tires and he kept on the gas until he hit fifty miles per hour. His eyes held visions of Valerie's big, pink tits with bright red, gigantic nipples. Her undulating ass danced in his head. He had a hard-on that was making his crotch and thighs ache.
CHAPTER FIVE
Darlene's eyes slowly opened, her hand came up to push the long hair from her face. She had been sleeping, a long, comfortable rest. She stretched, then remembered where she was ... the room, the mysterious room. But now it was dark, pitch black, she could see nothing.
The memory of the man, that tall, muscular man who silently pleased her with his cock like no other. The man with the face of Ken. Her eyelids were still heavy and they closed, she breathed softly and rolled onto her .side. Then she felt the very soft caress on her leg.
"Ahhhh!" she cried while recoiling ... Her senses were now at full alert but she could see nothing. "Who's there?" she asked to the darkness.
No answer. No movement. No sounds. "Or ... what's there?" she fearfully asked. Rats, snakes, venomous, crawling beasts danced through her imagination as she sat trembling in the center of the room. But after long minutes of stillness she decided it was just that, imagination. Her nerves calmed and she gradually relaxed.
Her eyes were once again closing when the soft, gentle stroking started on her thigh. At first she didn't realize it was happening. The delicate caress was like a warm breeze, a summer wind blowing across the hot beach. But it grew stronger and moved across the thigh, inward.
"No! Who is it?" she screeched. This time she bolted up and dashed across the room. She hit the wall with full force and was thrown backwards into a sprawl.
Once again nothing moved, not even Darlene. She lay with her fingers in her mouth, her teeth chewing, trembling. She knew someone, something was in the room with her. But what? The man who was there earlier? The giant? He had done nothing to hurt her ... As she thought about the man she became convinced it had to be him. And her mind wasn't that repulsed by his return.
This time the caress touched her neck and gently moved across her shoulder. She forced herself to hold still, to allow this touch to continue until just the right moment. The petting gracefully glided from her shoulder downward across the white linen gown, down to the outcropping of her right breast. Still, she didn't move, didn't react. It touched into the heaving flesh, the soft, downy meat of the breast, and paused. She then felt the pressure, like fingers squeezing into her firmness.
She was now convinced it was a man. She could hear his breathing, feel his fingers probing the velvet texture of the tit and cautiously moving toward her warm, waiting nipple. It felt good, mild, unthreatening as her nipple was squeezed between two fingers, rolled back and forth, heated into a quick firmness.
She grabbed out. It was a fast, grappling jump and it worked. She clamped onto an arm, the muscular, strong arm of a man-that man? He jerked away, pushed at her and disappeared. Suddenly she was left alone, the silence and emptiness were back.
"Hello?" she whispered. "I know you're there ... Why don't you speak to me?"
A hand touched her cheek. She was at first startled by this obvious attempt at communication but didn't jump away. The hand disappeared for a moment, then returned to her shoulder. She let it lie there, slowly caressing, while she tried once again to make him speak.
"Can you talk? Can you tell me your name?" she whispered toward him.
The hand followed the same path as before. Slowly down from the shoulder to the rise of her still excited breast until finding the rubbery nipple and squeezing into it. Darlene gave her back a slight arch and eased the fullness of her ample tit into the groping hand. It squeezed with more firmness and instilled a tingling pleasure throughout her body. Another sign of communication, she thought.
She reached out slowly and touched what felt like a well-muscled shoulder. The hand on her breast stopped moving. She stroked his shoulder and tried to encourage the mystery man on, comfort him, relax him, possibly get him to speak. Just one word, anything.
His hand started to knead her breast again and Darlene explored the firmness of his shoulder and upper arm. But when she tried to reach up and touch his face her wrist was grabbed by his free hand and pulled away. Touching the face was forbidden.
"Who are you? What am I doing here?" she again whispered.
Nothing was said but her wrist was moved down, far down to his loins. When she felt the erect cock-head brush against the back of her hand a shiver of excitement overtook her. She moved her fingers into a thick, coarse pile of surrounding hair, then came up with a wrapping grip to encircle and hold the fine cock.
That's when she discovered this was not the same man. The cock was a large, stiff rod of hardness, one any man could be proud of and any woman desirous of, but it was not the cock of the man with Ken's face. The fear quickly returned to Darlene and she suddenly blurted, "Who are you?"
Her hand moved away from the hot pecker but the man again grabbed her wrist and forced it back. He obviously enjoyed her clinging touch. He held her hand there firmly and glided the long stick up and down inside her grip. Darlene squeezed, squeezed tight in an attempt to punish this stranger but it only made his undulations more rapid, more furious.
As she felt his hand lifting her gown up and sliding underneath to touch her thighs, rub into the softness of the flesh on her hips, she started to cry. Large, wet tears streamed down her shaking cheeks as she realized she was the captive of another unseen man.
"Please tell me why ... why you're doing this?" she begged in a trembling whisper.
The hand slipped between her thighs and moved up to touch the silky hair of her crotch. She kept her legs tight together, tried to keep the hand from getting any closer to the tingling lips of her vagina. He pushed, forced his fingers down between the gentle fleshiness, stabbed at the delicate tissues surrounding her hole.
She bolted up and ran blindly away. This time her senses told her when to stop and she didn't hit the wall. She stood alone and still with her arms wrapped protectively about her and waited. She knew he would try to find her in the dark, roam about until touching her ... then he would be much less gentle, much more insistent.
There was no sound of movement. Nothing. Her body was taken over by a series of racking tremors, she felt freezing cold one moment, burning hot the next. Still, she could hear and see nothing. After long minutes of waiting she heard the laughter. Soft at first, then louder. A familiar laugh, a mocking laugh, Ken's laugh!
"No! God, no!" she screamed m panic. Then he was on her, grabbing, feeling, forcing her down to the padded floor of the room.
"No!" she screeched while jamming her knee up at his crotch. She missed and lost her balance. The man shoved her and she collapsed backward, her head hit the wall with a thud. With reeling senses she tried to roll away, tried to crawl like a wounded animal away from the attacker.
He lunged onto her back and she fell flat. The hands were no longer kind as they tore underneath the long gown and cruelly grabbed at the tender meat of her ass. She could feel his fingers, his heavy breath, his smothering weight allover her. Then one hand jabbed into the crack of her ass and tried to dig far down to the deliciousness of her twat.
She kicked and tried to pinch him off but it was useless. Her strength was no match for his and his fingers found the warm wetness of her crotch. They were stabbing, poking, rubbing at the lips, trying to enter her and draw the flowing liquids down.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed and lashed back with her elbow. This time she hit something, his face. A dull whack sounded and he was off her. Darlene scrambled quickly to a safer part of the darkness.
As soon as she stopped to listen he was on her again. This time his anger was evident. He grabbed at her throat and shoved until she was flat on her back and he lodged his hips between her kicking legs. She tried to strike him with her fists but they seemed useless as his hips started grinding and the iron-hard feel of his excited cock grated powerfully between her open thighs.
With a tearing rip her garment was pulled up and she now felt the bare heat of the thrashing cock. His hands were making hard pulls at the top of the robe until another tear exposed her soft breasts to the fierce pinches and tight grabs of two strong hands.
The cock pounded at the lips and surrounding meat of her cunt unmercifully. Darlene tried to move her opening away each time the slim-headed shaft probed at it, she bit her tongue and managed to keep from crying out.
The pecker finally aroused the necessary moisture and with a ferocious lunge the man tore his cock into the half-lubricated slit. Darlene still didn't cry out as the cock struggled between her unwilling walls and muscled to deeper and deeper regions. At last a moan of futility escaped her lips as the cock hit the slickness far inside her.
He humped like a crazed beast until all the fight was drained from her body. He was in and to protect herself Darlene opened her thighs, gave him easy and complete room for movement in and out of her burning vagina. It was a deep-running cock of penetrating length but not as thick around as the other one. Darlene resigned herself to the fact she was getting fucked but still felt regret that it wasn't the wonderful cock she at first expected.
But it was an adequate tool for the job. As much as she tried to keep it from happening there was very little she could do. The man knew how to handle himself and how to incite the greatest pleasure inside a woman. He worked his meat deftly, speedily, touching against the walls to make them drain their lubrication, grating against her clitoris on the in-stroke to drive it into a frenzy. Darlene's breathing speeded, she could feel the insistent pound of her own pulse as it grew more and more excited.
Her legs wrapped around his hairy, strong ones and the tempo of his thrusts was soon picked up by her own hips. She lifted up, telling herself that it was for her own protection-let him have his way and do everything to climax him as soon as possible-twisted, welcomed the arousing glide of the expert cock.
His mouth was at her neck, she felt him licking, kissing, sucking. His fingers had turned the nipples on her swollen breasts into beads of redness. She inhaled deeply and gave her torso a grinding twist up and against his clinging body, and he moved his cock to the fullest depth with increased pressure.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed without really knowing it.
One hand moved down to cup the perspiration coated softness of her backside and lift each time he drove in. Her hands were now in constant motion, soothing his humping rear, rubbing up and down his spine, urging him on, begging for more and more of the thrilling pecker he so ably supplied ...
"Yes ... " she hissed. "Give it to me ... give it all to me ... it feels so wonderful ... "
He hoisted her legs up and back so that they folded against her chest. The two meaty breasts squashed between and her cunt rose up high on the platform of her completely vulnerable crotch. The long, digging cock now had total freedom for the deepest penetration yet. She felt the stabbing pains of his healthy plows, the unforgettable pleasures of a Cock-head ramming to maximum depth.
"Uh! Uh! Uhf" she groaned each time the greased pole hit the furthest extremities. The constant, nonstop battering was driving her into a state of senseless frenzy, she was quivering, grabbing for breath with her mouth, gulping the air down and thrashing her head from side to side.
"So close! Yes! It's sooo good! I feel myself ... so close ..."
The cock was lifting her away from this prison and elevating her to a world of great bliss. The tingling sensations throughout her body were now all converging in one direction, speeding like the flames of a forest fire toward the center of her existence, toward her cock-stuffed cunt.
"Oh! I'm going ... " she moaned.
She was close, extremely close. Three more of the deep-running strokes, two more, one more ...
"Yes! Cream in me! Fill me up with your ... "
Suddenly the cock was gone. As quickly as it forced itself into her it slid away to leave the most vacant, lonely feeling in her guts she ever experienced. The cool air made the lips of her vagina feel ice cold, the streams of moisture running down the globes of her ass felt like icicles. It was gone and the building climax was cruelly lost.
"No! Don't stop! Please!" She grabbed at his arms and dug her fingers into his abundant rump in an attempt to force the sweet cock back to her howling pussy. But he was away and strongly resisted her attempts.
"Oh, my God, please!" she moaned. "Please put it back and give me your cream ..."
He rolled away from her outstretched body and left her alone on the floor. Her whimpers filled the room until she felt his hands on the back of her head. He had turned around and was forcing her head back, stretching her throat to full, straight openness.
When she felt the hot, slithering cock-head touch her lips she tried to roll her head to the side. He had too good of a hold and she knew struggle was useless against him. The wet knob pressed at her mouth, slid sideways across her cheek and came back. He tightened his stranglehold on her throat and tried again.
In hopes that cooperating with him might bring the cock back to her crying pussy Darlene opened her lips and felt the pulpy flesh of his cock-head slide between She licked at the rounded cap, tasted the juices of he; own cunt, allowed it to move inside until the tip of the glans was inside her kissing lips.
Then he plunged the cock deep without warning. It shoved across her tongue and gouged past her tonsils to the open stretch of her throat. She choked, gagged and tried to pull back but it was useless. The cock was going to go to maximum depth inside her mouth whether she wanted it or not.
She kept gagging and trying to gulp for air but he didn't seem to care. Then his hands held tight to her head and hair and started to jerk her close, push her away, jerk her back. The cock kept pulling and pushing inside the clasping wetness of her crammed-full throat.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh!" she moaned to beg for air but the man didn't stop.
He held her firmly and worked her head like a melon against his penetrating spike. With faster and faster movements he drove her sucking mouth against his heated, hard muscle until she was about to pass out. Then he clasped her head tight to his crotch and held the long hose at the deepest depth.
She knew he was going to climax, going to waste his cream inside her throat when she wanted it so badly inside the burning chasm of her neglected twat. Even in her half conscious state Darlene wanted to beg him to release his payload down where it belonged but all she could manage was a weak, "Uuuuuh ... "
The cock made a jerking spasm and she felt the thick abundance of sticky, creamy jism smear into her throat. The frantic efforts for air were no longer of concern to her, more than breath she wanted sperm ... but not in her mouth, in her cunt.
It spewed four plentiful streams inside her before slowly pulling out. As the cock-head trailed across her limp and exhausted tongue she could taste the tartness, the deliciousness of trickling jism. But that did nothing to fill the vacancy in her cunt which had been brought so close, so dreadfully close to happiness and fulfillment.
After the man lifted himself away from her Darlene noticed the room was again light. Not as bright as before but still light enough to see. Once again she followed the form of a male visitor from the feet up. The first thing she noticed this time was the whiteness of his skin, pale, never in the sun ... and hairy, covered with curly black hair from the top of his feet up to his hard-looking, cruel shoulders.
His spent cock hung loosely between his legs over a low, lumpy sac of balls. The fullness of his pubic hair was great, it reached up in a thick line to his navel and seemed to spread like millions of ants across the developed muscles of his chest.
What took the greatest courage to look at was his face. She knew this wasn't the body of Ken, just as the other body wasn't his. She was dreadfully afraid that this face would be his. She didn't want that ... never. She didn't want a man who would leave her crying and so empty, treat her so cruelly and heartlessly, to have the face of Ken.
But he stood waiting until she met his eyes. Finally Darlene swallowed away the residue of sperm in her mouth and looked up. It was the grinning face of Chuck.
CHAPTER SIX
All the while he was in the liquor store Ken was whistling. His spirits were high and the bottle of bourbon he purchased only promised to make them higher. He paid the cashier and drove directly to the street where Valerie's apartment building was located.
After parking a discreet distance away, checking in the mirror to make sure his hair was neat and locking the car, he jauntily stepped along the sidewalk and entered her building. It was a modem, sprawling complex with pool, sauna, recreation rooms and the like. It was an apartment building for singles only, single swingers.
"Hello," Valerie greeted after answering the door.
"Hi, baby," Ken replied as she let him in. Her apartment was just as he imagined it would be. Small, one room with a kitchenette, modern furniture and soft lights. A television glared away in one comer.
"Nice place," he commented.
"I like it," she said. "It's small but I can afford to live alone. I hate roommates."
"I know what you mean," Ken said.
"They're always in the way when you don't want them around," she continued.
"Like a drink? I brought a little something."
She nodded and Ken moved into the cramped kitchenette to mix their drinks. He was amused by their off-hand, shallow conversation. Valerie was an intelligent girl in many ways, she knew better than to ask about Darlene, or the kids, or anything related at all to his marital status.
He poured her a drink at least twice as strong as his own. He didn't want to take any chances. They settled in the living room and resumed their idle chit-chat while he studied the surroundings and, most of all, her.
She was wearing extremely tight black slacks which hugged the solid curves and sweeping lines of her long legs like a top layer of skin. They were exciting limbs, lithe, limber, and they grew upward at a casual rate until meeting the swinging thrust of two well-packed, full buns. It was the buns that made Ken take a deep swallow of the drink. They were full. Like a pair of swollen melons hugged against one another ... as much meat there as possible and just short of too much.
When she leaned forward to get a cigarette Ken saw inside the low-cut pullover she was wearing, another hugging piece of attire. But as she leaned forward the knit-fabric top fell away from the bountiful masses of her two tits and he was able to drink in the acres of lush mellowness. No bra. Nothing but unhampered, bare flesh waiting to be plucked, sucked, fucked and tucked.
She sat back and he saw how the gigantic red nipples of the tits pressed into the fabric. They were perfectly outlined, two heaped-up lumps of the most sensitive flesh, like bumper-crop strawberries pressed atop each whipped cream mound. His mouth watered and he sipped the drink again.
"I'm glad you called," she confessed. "This may be a wild swinging-singles apartment house but believe me, it's dull during the week."
"Oh yeah?" he asked. "How is it on weekends?"
She giggled, a shrill, silly noise. "It never stops on the weekends ... I have to bar the door!"
"Sounds great!"
"Oh, it's okay ... but by Sunday afternoon you start to get tired."
She crossed her legs and stretched to illustrate exactly what she meant. The breasts thrust forward and pressed their ripe fullness out against the top. He watched as her stomach was slightly exposed between the top and the waistband of her slacks. It was a flat, tight belly of savory, silky skin. Her navel peeked at him like a single, inviting eye-daring him on.
He gulped down the remains of his drink and stood up. "Like another?" he asked.
She stared at her half-full glass. "I haven't finished this one."
He smiled. "Well, drink up. You don't want me getting ahead of you now, do you?"
She took the remaining liquor down in one gulping swallow, grimaced, handed him the glass. "Oooooh. Not so strong on the next one."
"Sure." He made her next drink stronger but instead of three ice cubes he used only two. That left room for more water. Ken wasn't worried about the water. It was the volume of bourbon that counted.
When he returned to the living area he knew he didn't have a thing to worry about. The television was off, music came softly from a stereo and Valerie had moved. Instead of sitting in the chair across the coffee table facing him she was now on the sofa ... right next to where he sat before. Ken delivered her drink and slid in beside her.
Her giggle rate increased and conversation became more animated as the drink level went down. Ken was feeling the effects too, he knew he had a low resistance to alcohol and soon would find the guts to jump on her. But Valerie made the first move, she reached over and rested her hand on his thigh while telling him a confidential tidbit about another girl in the office.
The touch of her hand on this sensitive region made the head of Ken's cock tingle with joy. Next she was leaning and once again he viewed the beautiful mountains of flawless breast she possessed. Ken shifted closer to her with the appearance of great interest in the garbage she was spouting. It worked, her hand unconsciously moved to within an inch of his stiffening, heating pecker.
An arm slid around her shoulder, he kept his eyes as dove-like as possible, his lips slightly parted. She slowed her rapid-fire speech, then paused. Ken moved his wet mouth close to hers, she didn't move away. They kissed. It was like two convergent waves finally crashing.
Their lips came together in a separating, squashing, fondling wrestle of intense passion. Tongues lost no time spearing out to tantalize and jab at one another. Darlene closed her soft mouth around his tongue and sucked at it as if famished. He felt her nudge closer, felt the so-soft press of one breast against his arm.
He hugged her tight until the two pillows crushed against his own chest, swelled against him with spreading comfort, warm, soft, heaving. Her hand slid directly to the firm knob in his crotch and touched against the bent over, struggling erection. Ken almost melted.
He had screwed four different girls in the office but none were half as beautiful as Valerie. They might have been more intelligent, more socially aware, but not one of them possessed an abundantly built body like Valerie's. She was Ken's dream woman ... especially since he had talked with Leonard.
Leonard was a young bachelor in the office who worked two months before being fired. He lived in this same apartment complex and had some good stories to ten about beautiful Valerie. He let it be known that the girl loved it, lived for it, worshipped it-the cock. And he knew what he was talking about because he was honored to have given it to her on one of the wild weekends she mentioned.
But the clincher for Ken, the one fact that changed Valerie into more than just a knock-out broad in his mind was Leonard's hushed statement. "And you know, the greatest thing, the finest part of her whole big-busted body is her cunt. What a cunt! I never felt one like it! It is the tightest hugging pussy I've ever had my cock in!"
That did it. Ken was hooked, committed. He silently swore to himself that some day he would feel her twat around his hot cock because that's what he loved more than anything else in the world-tight cunts. The tighter the better! If they try to choke the me out his cock they aren't tight enough! He could think of no greater compliment from a woman than, "Oh, you're so big and I'm so small."
Now her hand was on the cock he so wanted to imbed in the moist hole of her life. She was touching, rubbing against it, even trying to help it snap out of the bent-over position and stand up at straight attention. Ken shifted his weight again and felt the wonderful relief of an erection fully realized and content.
He started by kissing her neck and under the chin. She threw her head back and enjoyed his nipping kisses, an the while still kneading at his stiff tool. Then he used a hand to pull down at the neck of her top and bring his eager lips to the creamy lushness of her tits.
She arched her back and heaved the wobbling giants up to his face as he scooped underneath one and pressed it up high and out of the top. The strawberry nipple glided into his sight, his lips, his mouth. He sucked at the rose, drew it deep into the swirling path of his mouth and tongue as she writhed with abandon against him.
This was as far as he had gotten during the Christmas party, at least he was back to point one. With his teeth he squeezed into the cap and felt it grow hot, hard, tense. She was now rolling her shoulders, washing the billowy tit against his face while trying to wrap her hand around the burning cock in his confining pants.
He pulled the top up and over her head in one fairly smooth movement. She had to release his pecker and lift her arms in the air, it was beautiful to see how the pointed, sloping jugs hung forward so high, so firm, above the flat of her narrow-waisted belly. Ken threw his face at them, let the bags jostle against his cheeks and eyes, let the nipples jab and caress his sweaty brow.
Her nimble fingers finally unzipped his fly and started digging for the big nail. It was a moment of fumbling that finally turned into heaven for Ken as he felt her fingers wrap around the root and gently stroke. Then she made everything even better than his wildest dreams by sighing with happy, eager approval. She dug his cock.
And he dug her tits, and her belly, and her ass and most of all, her cooking cunt. His hands now attacked the side snaps and zipper of the tight black slacks. It was a hassle to get the damn things undone but once they were loose they literally parted like swinging doors and he felt the softness of her hip, the sleekness of satin undies.
He dug his fingers into the panties and went directly down for her cunt. Valerie slid forward on the sofa, spread her thighs part way open and helped in every way she could. His thirsty fingers moved right down to the moist, steaming lips of a twat dying for the touch and feel of a man.
It was a firm-lipped, thick-skinned pussy with very little hair and lots of juice. Ken gulped, it felt like the pussy he'd expect to find on a teenager. She was stroking his cock with a tight, pulling fist now, urging him on, trying to drag his purple-headed muscle down between her legs.
"Let's get undressed," he whispered. "Let's do this in full comfort."
"Okay," she agreed.
She was up and dropping her slacks within seconds. Then came the clinging, cheek-hugging undies and Ken was met with the beauty of her two maximum-sized buns. They hung like nippleless breasts from her rear and as she bent down to retrieve the satin briefs he caught a momentary glimpse of a pink, dot-like anus.
He stripped his clothing off and let it drop to the floor as she removed the cushions from the sofa. In less than a minute she had it turned into a queen-sized bed. "I wondered where you slept," Ken said.
"Anywhere I'm welcome," she answered while jumping onto the blankets.
Ken came down between her outstretched legs and felt the powerful heat of her boiling pussy. He rested his face once again into the peaked tits and gave each nipple a hard bite.
"Oh! Oh!" she happily squealed as each bud was wracked with the sharpness of loving pain.
Her hands stroked his bare rump and circled underneath to pull again at the stiffened spike. She was already asking to have it put aside. But Ken wanted to savor every delightful moment, he wanted to explore this creature fully. His mouth traveled from her breasts down to the plateau of the stomach and licked at the quivering navel.
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed.
"Oh, yes," replied Ken.
His licking tongue and kissing lips now slowly followed a lower and lower course. Back and forth, from hip-bone to hip-bone, each time closer to the bubbling soap of her gash. He was kissing flesh where he'd expect to find hair, giving it sucking draws with his lips when she started shaking. Her whole belly region quivered, goose-flesh dotted the insides of her thighs.
"Ooooohhhhh ... It feels so wonderful," she sighed.
Then her hips jerked up with a mighty bolt. They swung to each side, gyrated in mid-air, and she groaned as all the breath escaped her lungs. She was climaxing, shooting her wad before he even put it in her. Ken felt terrific, he quickly moved his mouth down to the humping hole where her happiness was being expressed with gushing streams of tasty wetness.
He licked across the petite, tightly closed lips with the juice dripping from the lowest point. They were like rubber, taut, yet soft. His lips circled the hole, pressed into the open chasm between her wide-spread thighs and engulfed the complete slit. Her hips rolled up to his face, she squirmed with overwhelming passion and her orgasm rumbled again to fill his sucking mouth with drooling juice.
Ken wiggled his tongue between the firm lips and found that the pussy was so small he had trouble. But it was an elastic hole, one with amazing give. His tongue passed the clamp of the lips and slid quickly, easily inside to taste the greasy welcome of vaginal walls.
She was going nuts. Her whole body was rocking, jerking, humping up at him. He heard muffled cries of bliss as her legs clamped possessively around his head to mask his ears with soft thigh. He stabbed the tongue rapidly into her and brushed up against the cord-like stiffness of her sweltering clitoris to send her into a heave that lifted her rump totally off the mattress.
Beautiful, beautiful, wild! Ken screamed to himself as he felt her thrashing around his licking mouth. He couldn't wait to stab his throbbing meat into her and feel the throws and pitches of her glorious body but he had more to explore, to taste, to lick.
His tongue slipped from her pussy and edged down deeper to the outcropped flesh of her backside. He wiggled it like a drunken worm into the valley from her cunt to her asshole and tasted the pink hole. Both cheeks of her ass started to quake and trembled against his face as he worked the tip of his tongue into the pencil point hole.
"Please ... no ... " he heard her meekly protest. But he knew there was no way on earth she could bring herself to stop the thrills he was instilling in her boiling, totally enraptured body.
He stabbed the tongue firmly into the tight cling of the muscular hole. She tried to resist but couldn't battle the slippery elasticity of his tongue. It wrestled into her anus and made a sweeping circle around the brim. She exhaled as she felt the tickling probe, shuddered, started mumbling incoherently. Then another climax rattled her bones.
"It feels funny,'" she whispered. Ken made another wide-tongued sweep inside her ass. "But it feels good too ... "
Now Ken was ready. He had tasted the deliciousness of her holes, driven her to two climaxes ... now it was time for his enjoyment. He moved up on her body and she spread her long legs wide apart. Her eyes were constantly on his, taking in his every move.
"Please go easy ... you're so big," she said.
He smiled, he loved it. His flared cock-head touched against the well-washed tenderness of her twat and rubbed back and forth. Another tremor shivered through her. He pressed the point of his muscle into her and felt the incredible resistance. She was wet, slick, fully prepared but still so tight his cock-head was barely able to, nudge into the softness.
He hoisted her legs up and back to open her up even more. This time his cock edged the head part-way inside, it felt like a thousand rubber bands were stretched taut around his glans. Ken couldn't wait, it was now or cream on the bed. He shoved her bent-back legs out to each side so she lay under him in a spread-eagle position. His hips lifted away, then plunged down.
"Auuugh!" she groaned as the cock battered into the small crevice, parted the tight lips to each side, brutally forced deep into the squeezing, hugging slit.
Ken's cock felt like it was in a vise, and what a vise! Even in her pain she was humping up at him, uncontrolled, out of her mind with joy. He dropped his full weight behind the next attempt and found his cock imbedded almost three-quarters of the way inside the straining hole.
"Easy, please ... " she managed to moan between gasping breaths.
Ken slowed up and eased his cock in and out with short, enjoyable strokes. The twat was now growing accustomed to his spike and loosening to protect itself. The lubrication was coming freely, the walls were kissing his cock but not trying to strangle it anymore. He was in seventh heaven, it was the firmest little pussy he had ever known, beautiful, a pygmy cunt to make his cock feel like a giant.
He kept increasing his speed by gradual amounts until the terrific heat of her crotch felt like fire around his swinging balls. She was throwing herself up to his every drive now, making each and every inch of his cock sink to full depth. With closed eyes and open mouth Valerie was experiencing another racking orgasm.
This woman does nothing but climax, Ken thought to himself as she reeled below him. It wasn't a complaint, it was more of a brag.
Then his cock-head started to feel twice its normal size, the long, hard base tingled throughout, his balls were swimming with readiness. With deft, quick strokes he brought his steaming cock to the boiling point and jammed it completely inside the hugging hole. She kicked wildly in the air and wrapped her arms around his neck as the first splattering of jism graced the shaking walls of her box.
"I feel it, I feel it!" she moaned as her twat twitched gayly around his shaft.
Ken felt gush after powerful gush of his jism cream inside her. His cock worked at it like a milk churn until it frothed and flowed up to the lips of her still twisting cunt. The well-beaten sperm bubbled over the pink rim and streamed down the cheeks of her stretched ass. It drained into the crack between her buns and ran like a river across the pinkness of her still wet asshole.
"There's so much!" she exclaimed as the flowing paste kept painting her buttocks.
"The more the merrier," Ken answered. He kept pumping his satisfied stick in and out of her as it lost the resiliency, as the head pulled in its flaps and the hardness fell away. But it was pure pleasure to work even an exhausted rod into that tight, sucking, still trembling cunt.
"Did I make you happy?" she stupidly asked once Ken slid his pink, dripping cock from her. "Yes, you did." He stared down at the residue of his jism smeared across the flesh and lips of her upturned twat, at the streams and puddles on the blankets and across her anus. He could see he released a tremendous load of pent-up cream and knew this was as fine a place to put it as any.
Ken flopped down next to her nude body and wrapped his arms around her. As Valerie snuggled in close to him she said, "You promised not to stay too late, remember?"
"I remember. I just want to take a short rest and then do it again."
"Again?" she asked with amazement.
"You bet, baby. You turn me on like no woman I've ever known." He squeezed her big tits and heard her giggle. "Golly, what a compliment."
As he slept Ken dreamt. Of Dr. August. He was in a room facing the goatee and the man, not knowing how to get away. For some reason the doctor was angry, scolding him for something he had done wrong. Ken had no escape so he rushed at the doctor and tried to overpower him. The next thing he knew he was flat on his back, dizzy, the old washerwoman with no teeth was standing over him, hoisting her bucket of scrub water, pouring it down on his face.
Ken woke up. He was sweaty, warm. The dream was something unpleasant, frightening. But snuggled in his arms was something pleasant, something that made him forget the dream instantly. Valerie.
She was sleeping with her back to him. Cuddled close in his embrace with the ripeness of her fanny pressed warmly against his crotch. Ken liked that, liked the encompassing feel of the abundant, cozy flesh. He slid his hand down to fondle the creamy cheeks and listened to the steady wheeze of her sleeping breath. He wondered.
If her cunt was so beautifully tight what is the rest of her like? he asked himself. His fingers quietly slid between the cheeks of the outstanding ass and found the pink asshole. It was relaxed, she was still sleeping. Softly, very gently so as not to wake her he stroked back and forth against the knotted hole.
She moaned, exhaled, it wasn't disturbing her at all. Ken increased his pressure, rubbed steadily, pushed in and pulled back. Still, she slept. He pushed the tip of his finger into the tight ring and held it there. The breathing continued as before.
After twisting his finger around and eventually loosening the tightness of her hole Ken realized his cock was up, stiff, pounding and ready for action. He dug his finger deep inside her asshole and found wetness. With pushing and pulling motions he was able to bring the juice out and smear it across the taut-rimmed rear entrance.
From her reaction to his tongue he knew he'd have to move fast, get it in there before she wakes up. Once she's awake it will be too late and she'll have seen how great it is to get a prong up her ass. She'll love him for it never want another man but the one who showed her the greatest, loveliest pleasure.
He eased the head of his red cock between the husky buns and guided it up to where his finger was lodged. Then he paused to make sure she was sleeping soundly and removed the finger. With a slight alteration of his hips he brought the tip of his cock up against the pink bud and inhaled.
His hands grasped her by the hips and he nudged at her back and legs until they moved closer together. She was now spiked back at him, her asshole was in the most available position. Ken gave his hips a jarring thrust and pounded his cock-head into the tight coil of muscle. Her cry was instant, a yelp like a puppy makes when his tail is stepped on.
His cock hardly dented the pin-hole. Ken grabbed tight to her hips and again blasted his rod against the pinky. It stretched open unwillingly, peeled back and followed his cock right inside. She was groaning, yelping, gasping with extreme pain now but Ken kept applying tremendous pressure to his sinking pecker.
He got it halfway in and stopped to catch his own breath. It was quiet, her cries had stopped. For a moment Ken had the astounding impression she was still asleep. Then she spoke.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. Her voice was hollow, it showed signs of great hurt ... not physical hurt but disappointment.
"Because you're so beautiful," was all Ken could say.
"Don't you care about me, though? Am I here as some kind of pretty toy for you?"
Ken laughed. It sounded like his relationship with Valerie was going to be short-lived, make the best of it while you can. He gave his cock another hearty shove and felt it sink deeply inside the fantastic squeeze. She didn't whimper, didn't make a sound. He jabbed again, withdrew, jabbed with force, made several short, jerking thrusts.
No reaction. The girl was turned off. He didn't know what to do. If he could get her going, turn her on and get her to enjoy the pleasure of a cock in the ass maybe he'd have a chance for more nights of her wondrous body. But if not it now looked hopeless.
He reached around and hugged her tits while plying his cock with gentle, deep strokes. The nipples didn't even grow hard. He moved a hand down to her cunt and squeezed. It was dry, cool, lifeless. He slid a finger inside and explored. The cold, dry skin told him he was a thirsty man looking for water in the desert.
As a final attempt he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them open. He sunk his cock fully into the cushioned crevice of her anus and hoped for something, a moan, anything. She didn't even wince.
"I'm sorry," said Ken. "I didn't know you'd react like this."
"What did you expect, bells?" she icily said.
"I said I'm sorry, what else do you expect?"
"I expect you to get your little cock out of my ass, that's what I expect!"
Ken withdrew, there was no pleasure in it for him. She didn't even give him the thrill of a struggle, nothing. While silently dressing he tried his best to come up with an apology.
"It's just that it was there ... and so cute ... such a nice little hole. I figured you'd enjoy it ... you liked what I did before."
"I was awake then and even if you tried to put it in my rear then I would have stopped you. It hurts in there, I don't enjoy it in there," she said.
"Well, I didn't know ... "
"You didn't ask, either."
Ken was at the door, he tried to look his most apologetic. "Well, I know now ... if I call you again will you forgive me?"
"I don't know," she answered.
He stared at her nude beauty sitting on the bed and truly regretted his impulsiveness. She was stacked beyond belief, it would truly be a shame to miss out on more of it. "Well, I'll call in a couple of days."
"Sure," she answered.
"Goodnight."
"Be sure to lock the door."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Darlene didn't know if it was day or night but she had just opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. The room was still the same, white, pure white. She had no idea how long she'd been there, how many days or weeks had passed. The memory of nothing really mattered now.
Then she saw it sitting near the doorway. A bowl, steam wisped from it. Bent down in a cautious crawl Darlene crept toward the white bowl. That's when she realized the smears and drips of blood she left on the wall and floor her first day were now gone. The bowl contained a mushy, but edible, substance which she stomached half of.
After pushing the bowl away she saw something else, an amazing thing. On the opposite wall was a speck of color, small, no more than two inches by two inches. She crawled closer but still couldn't recognize it. But after coming to within a foot of the squarish spot a futile whimper escaped from her surprised lips.
Her house. The beautiful, ranch-style home in Tranquil Acres she and Ken had worked so hard to get. The sweeping lines, the maturing shrubs, Ken's flawless lawn, it was all-there in the miniature picture. No, not a picture, a projection, like a slide being shown on the wall. Darlene passed her hand in front and saw no shadow, it had to come from the other side of the wall.
Her eyes were wet as she moved extremely close to the comforting familiarity of her home, the driveway, TV antenna, mailbox, everything. The picture started to enlarge, somehow grow bigger before her face and she had to crawl back to keep it in sight. It expanded slowly, as if it were a living organism, until it encompassed the complete wall. Darlene found her back against the other wall so she could see, tears blurred her vision and a slight quiver ran through her upper lip.
"I want to go home!" she howled.
There was no other sound, no answer, just the saddening remembrance of the comfort and warmth she had experienced in that beautiful house.
"Why?" she called out to the hidden person responsible for this cruel torture.
The home remained on the wall but Darlene was now leaning against another illuminated screen. She had to walk across the room and turn to see this new projection. With a swallow and several blinks of the wet eyes she saw a photograph she had always cherished. Her wedding picture, Darlene and Ken standing side by side, arms wrapped around each other, guests throwing handfuls of rice.
She couldn't bring herself to speak or ask why again. The throbbing loneliness in her heart grew with each breath. Then the wall to her right lit up and she was staring at the smiling, clean faces of her two children.
"Timmy ... Leila ... " she sadly whimpered and ran to the appealing faces. But the closer she came the larger they were and she had to walk backwards to regain her focus.
The wall to her rear went light and she turned to face the most gut-wrenching picture of all. Her mother and father. Serious, stiffly posed with her father's chin high and mother smiling like a cherub. Darlene froze in her tracks, gasped, closed her eyes and dropped heavily onto her knees. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs as the silent answer to her question of why was finally understood.
"But who? Who are you? Who is torturing me like this?"
The screen-walls went blank and were again nothing but empty white panels. Darlene waited to see if an answer was coming but nothing happened. "Tell me who is it?" she screamed with force and anger.
All four walls sprung into color, the color of well-tanned, healthy flesh. A face, smiling, almost laughing, slowly came into focus. She knew who it was before her eyes could clearly understand. It was the appealing, carefree face of the man whom she had so impulsively shared herself with-Chuck.
"What must I do?" she yelled while coming up to her feet and directing her voice at some hidden area in the ceiling.
The room was now four walls of Ken's face. He stared at her from every angle she faced but she didn't know exactly what this illustration meant. "I know! I know I've done him wrong! What is it you require of me? What must I do to get out of here?" she called out.
The faces faded, soft music sounded in her ears and then the voice of Ken, "You must obey."
"Obey who? What? Tell me?"
"You must do everything you are told while in this room. You must not fail to obey every demand." She whirled around. "Yes! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I want to go home, to my children, to my house ... "
"And?" the voice added.
She said it meekly, ashamed for having to be reminded, "My husband ... "
"Soon you will be visited," the voice continued. Darlene shivered, she was well aware of what the visits were for.
"Yes," she said.
"And you shall obey. If you fail to cooperate the beautiful, wonderful things you have just been allowed to see shall only be further away ... " the voice said.
"Yes! Anything! I'll do anything you want! Just let me go! Let me leave!" she quickly called out.
It was obvious the communication was over, the music stopped, the room felt even lonelier than before. Darlene sat down in the center of the floor and did her best to fold the tom, tattered remnants of her gown about her body. She knew she had agreed to whatever may come and with a slight laugh wondered why they even bothered to ask-certainly they had been getting their way before!
The bowl which held the mush earlier was now gone. Someone had entered and removed it while she was looking at the incredible pictures on the wall. She didn't even notice, didn't even hear. Darlene knew that she was dealing with someone who knew exactly what he was doing, a person or group of people who wasted little effort. No wonder they were after her cooperation, it only made things easier.
As she sat there toying with the idea of a daring escape whenever her visitor came through the door the voice of Ken returned. "Any attempts at escape will be met with the most severe measures! Do not even think of it!"
"Uhhhhhh ... " she cried. Were they reading her mind? Was it possible they understood her thoughts? Darlene grimaced and buried her head in her hands ... No, it had to be coincidence, they were watching and guessed. Of course, what else does someone in a trap think about except escape ...
The white panel door opened wide and she looked up. No one stood there, it was just open and all she saw on the other side was more of the blinding white. She didn't move, made no effort at all, just waited with wide, frightened eyes.
The shadow which came before the young man made Darlene step back in fear. Then, just as she expected, a well-built man with muscular, well-developed legs and a powerful vee-like torso stepped into the doorway. He wore a mask as did the others before him-a mask of Chuck.
The grinning, plastic face made her palms start to sweat, she knew this solidly framed man with the brief cloth wrapped around his waist would be demanding, very demanding indeed. She could see his brown eyes staring at her as he came into the room and stepped to one side. Another shadow moved in the now empty doorway.
Darlene wanted to cry out but refused as she saw the next form. Another man, masked as Chuck too. His chest and arms were rippled with tremendous muscular development, his legs were thick pillars of power. He leaned down to pass into the room, he was so tall, and stepped alongside the first man.
Two of them. Darlene's mouth was dry, she had suffered at the hands of one man at a time, it would now be different. She was waiting for the door to slide shut when her heart sank to her stomach. A third shadow moved, a third man stepped into view with the hideously grinning mask of Chuck.
He was black, as tall as the second man, built with the muscular sleekness of a tiger, large hands, large feet, the white loincloth wrapped tightly about his waist. As soon as he stepped into the room the panel door closed and Darlene was faced by three grinning Chucks.
They stood there for almost two whole minutes before anything happened. It was the voice, loud and booming into her ears, the voice of Ken. "Remove your gown!"
Darlene swallowed, the men hadn't made a single move, they were like three flesh robots watching her. The ripped robe was poor attire but it was all she had. Her cold fingers clasped the linen fabric but refused to lift it away. Her breath was now coming in short, erratic clips.
"Remove your gown!" ordered the voice once again.
She slowly lifted it up. Up to her knees to expose the supple curves of her calves, then higher to show the soft, well-rounded deliciousness of her warm thighs. The eyes behind the masks were all concentrated on the lifting hem of the gown, staring at the slowly revealed delights of her firm, curving legs and thighs.
She turned quickly around as the gown lifted above the wisping hair of her crotch, she couldn't take seeing those eyes on her. But the round fullness of her solid backside gave them a tantalizing vision, two white cheeks of downy texture billowing out with proud support.
Her body shook with a spasm as the gown came up to her shoulders to leave the pink nipples and swollen masses of her breasts bare. Then as she lifted it over her head and let it drop to the floor she felt as if the gown was her last wall of resistance against them. Them ... who? She still did not know who any of them were. All she knew was the voice which boomed the orders-Ken's voice. Was Ken behind all this? She couldn't bring herself to believe it.
"Turn around!" the loud voice commanded.
Darlene knew that if she refused they would easily overpower her, the wisest course was to cooperate, the odds were obviously in their favor. She moved slowly until facing the three masked men. They were in the same place, nothing had changed ... except one thing. Their loincloths no longer lay flat across their crotches. Now each bulged.
Naked and trembling she waited for them to attack but no moves were made. They stood there staring at the ripe, inviting nipples, the fine, swirling hair of her crotch, the hint of vaginal lips showing between the slimness of her thighs.
"Walk to the first man!" came the voice.
Darlene closed her eyes, swallowed, looked straight ahead and walked toward the first man to enter the room. He didn't move, he was like a store mannequin. When she was a foot away the voice called out the next order.
"Kneel!"
She stopped, tried to stare into the brown eyes looking at her, tried to beg them for mercy. Then her head dropped down to a position of remorse and her shoulders heaved uncontrollably.
"Please!" she cried. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I cheated on you, Ken! Please forgive me! I promise, I promise never to do it again! But please don't make me do this!"
The voice was louder now. "Kneel!"
"Ohhhhh ... " she sobbed as her legs grew weak and she dropped onto her knees. Her face was just in front of the man's loincloth, she knew what would be next.
The man's hands came down and lifted the cloth up. His long, red cock was fully stiff, anxious and hot. She could feel the bodily warmth emanating from the shaft, see the blue veins and delicate flesh. It was a gorgeous cock with a flared, pointed glans. His pubic hair was brown, 'soft, furry brown and thick, the cock lifted from it like a Christmas candle does from its base of holly.
She opened her mouth and noticed the dryness was gone. Now she had abundant saliva and a tingling desire to taste the flavor of the youthful pecker. She reached out and stroked the spike, felt its glowing heat, its sleek flesh, its fine hardness.
Then she leaned closer and brought the pulpy cock tip to her wet lips and touched. With her tongue she licked across the little slit on the end, then around the whole glans and underneath. Before sucking the shaft in she coated it with slow, firm laps of her tongue from top to balls.
By the time her lips came up to the cock-head to engulf it she was nipping and sucking at the meaty cock her whole mouth was screaming to feel it buried inside. She plunged her face readily onto it and felt the thick. head plow deep into the soft warmth of her cheeks and thrashing tongue. It was a delicious, tasty cock.
She cupped the testicles in her hand and gently rolled them while giving the pecker several long, drawing pulls with her eager mouth. The pecker tip was burning inside her like a hot stone, she knew the cock was close to the bursting point, very near creaming her cheeks and teeth with a special, tasty dessert.
He pulled his soaked cock from her mouth with one abrupt jerk and Darlene was left gasping in cool air. She looked up with confusion on her face and reached for the cock as he stepped aside but suddenly realized the next man was taking his place. He lifted his loincloth and displayed a shorter cock, but much thicker, just as hard, also red with desire.
Without hesitating she laid her tongue onto the wide head of this man's stump. It was a cock as powerful as his strong body, a battering ram, a stretcher. She ran her tongue down the base over the few hairs growing from the solidity. A low, lazy scrotum sagged with the burden of two enormous testicles under the column.
She dashed her tongue across the hairy sac and came back up the cock with swirling, grabbing sucks of her lips until the fat head was encased in the drawing, twisting pull of her slippery, famished lips. She pressed down and felt him swell her cheeks out, press her tongue flat, rub against the tingling roof of her mouth.
She was rocking her head from side to side in a circular motion to draw the venom from the thick snake when he pulled it out of her lips with a wet smack. She tried to follow it with imploring kisses but he moved aside and she saw the next man replace him.
His skin was shining and black, taut, as if it was stretched over a drum. As the white loincloth was lifted the sleek length of his stiff cock looked like a pillar of black marble. It glowed with anticipation and hovered before her staring eyes like a cobra ready to strike.
Darlene wrapped her white hand around the stunning post of black and lovingly stroked down to the tight scrotum. The cock felt like wood, polished, smooth wood. The cock-head was round and didn't have the flared edges like the other two, but it was a sizeable glans, a glowing knob of swollen heat. She kissed it as she would a small child.
Before sucking this third cock she moved deep to the balls and licked out at them. Then she pushed her face in close and sucked at the skin until feeling it slide into her mouth, she was able to suck one oval nut inside and let it slip softly out before licking a spiral path up the man's pulsating shaft of dark pleasure. At the top she pressed tight lips against it and had it force between, she was letting the cock fuck her mouth, separate the lips and dig deep inside.
Each time she tasted the cocks, felt them move inside the welcome of her sucking mouth she remembered with dread the man who visited before, the man in the mask of Chuck. The last thing she wanted to repeat was his performance, the dreadful feeling of complete helplessness as he clamped her choking face down time after time on the full length of his long cock. It was no pleasure for her to feel the pumping jism being lost far down her throat, none at all. Darlene wanted to cooperate in every way, let the men have their pleasures, feel the pump of their hot semen inside her cunt where it felt so smooth, so comforting, so right.
The black man withdrew his cock as abruptly as the others had and Darlene was left kneeling alone. Then she felt hands on her arms and was lifted up into the air and carried to the center of the floor. They were gentle enough as they laid her on her back, and she realized they were now going to put the cocks where she wanted them the most.
But the hands, six of them, started to feel her body, touch her beautiful breasts and nipples, probe the hugging tenderness of her backside, tickle the wet skin of her cunt lips. They caressed, rubbed, soothed constantly, everywhere, quickly making her breath catch, her legs open with anxiousness, her hips rock out of control.
"Ohhhhh ... " she sighed as their mouths came down to suck at her nipples and she felt the head of the third man nestle between her legs.
The black man lifted his mask slightly and ran the flat of his tongue across the juice-trickling slit between her legs. Then he clamped thick lips against her and stabbed the tongue up deep inside the burning hug of her box. She jerked her hips up with pleasure and felt his hands scoop under her rump to hold her in the air like a chalice from which he drank. His tongue was stabbing with rigid strokes all over her pussy to make it soaked with his saliva, to draw its juices down and out to his sucking lips.
The two men at her breasts both bit down on a nipple at the same time and she grimaced with the pleasing pain. The tits were heaving up at the men's faces, plastering into them with meaty fullness each time she gasped for air. The sound of her breathing was like the grating of a saw, a very fast saw.
"Yes ... " she hissed through clenched teeth. "It's soooo good. Soooo good. Please, please, please ... "
But the three men were just beginning. The one between her legs moved up to a breast by trailing his juice-soaked tongue across her belly. The man who relinquished the bright red nipple moved down to drink at her cunt with renewed force. His tongue swept down to tantalize her anus and wash across the folds of her dripping ass-cheeks.
Then he stabbed deep and jammed his tongue up hard against the blood-clotted firmness of the clitoris. Darlene's body wrenched and twisted hungrily in the air as he worked at the tight cord of fire time after time. She was unaware of anything but the mouths sucking at her body, swirling, floating, gyrating on a bed of licking pleasures. It felt too good to end, but also too great to have stop without the feel of their fine shafts running where their tongues were now.
They moved again but Darlene didn't care, as long as they continued. The third man covered her slit with his lips and sucked hard, a flow of cooking cream eased into his mouth and he swallowed it away. Darlene felt herself growing closer and closer to a climax, building steadily toward the point where the mouths would receive their greatest reward.
"Go! Yes! Please put it in me ... Please! Put one in me quick! Please!" she cried in the throes of her ecstatic, hot passion.
It was so close, so near the point that she believed it had started. But somehow it missed, the peak she was building to quickly became a landslide of disappointment as the man lifted his head from her saliva-matted crotch. The other two pulled away from her breasts and all Darlene felt was a cold emptiness, a chill where the smears of saliva were now growing cold and dry.
"No! God, no! Come back, please! Please don't leave me now!" she stammered while wildly grabbing out at them.
They only backed a short distance away and she sat sobbing in the center of them. "No! You haven't had the best part yet," she offered with wild eyes. Her hands were pressed into her crotch, kneading, digging, trying to help keep the intense fires burning.
"Come to me, take me, put yourself inside me and I'll show you the greatest time you ever had!" she implored to the black man.
He didn't move. She spun around to face the others and reached out. They too didn't move. "Please fuck me," she moaned. "Please put your beautiful cocks inside me ... "
She dropped onto her back and started sobbing hysterically as her hands dug deep into her own crevice. The wetness of her cunt was spread across her inner thighs, across the cheeks of her ass, up onto her stomach. She hoisted her hips into the air, spread her legs extremely wide and stabbed two fingers deep between the stretched, blood-red lips of her own twat.
"God, please help me," she implored. "Fuck me! Fuck me, please!"
Her cries died off in a groan of disappointment as she felt the intensity of her pleasure leaving, as the wonderful warmth started to cool quickly. She made one last straining dig with her inadequate fingers, then pulled them free. Her vacant body dropped to the floor like a discarded shoe.
"Do anything to me ... anything you want," she groaned.
Now the men started moving again. One at a time. Two went to her arms and pinned them down firmly to the canvas floor while the third, the one with the long, thin cock moved between the spread of her imploring legs.
"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Yes, fuck me! Fill my little pussy up with all your cream! Yes!"
He drove his shaft into her with one straining thrust and she felt the ripping dig of the suddenness. But she bit her lip and refused to cry out, she didn't want to stop him, he could have her any way he wanted. His cock moved with speed, deep, ramming, stabbing into her time after time without stop. She pitched her body up to meet his thrusts, to twist against the wonderful fill of hard muscle.
"Yes! Yes!" she mumbled.
Once again the heat was returning, once again her cunt was running with slickness and fire around the vibrating pecker. He moved freely, deftly and quickly brought her screaming nerves back to the point of boiling. Each deep plunge drove her one step closer, closer, closer.
"That's it! Now go! It's ... I'm ... "
He jerked his cock free of her as suddenly as he
thrust it in and she felt the hollowness of her cunt grow freezingly cold.
"Nooooooooooo!" she howled.
It was no use. He was out and staying out. She cried and brutally banged her head up and down against the floor while the two men continued to pin her shoulders down. Twice she had been brought to the point of satisfaction and twice they had pulled away. She now understood.
The black man waited until her fitful twists and banging stopped before allowing the young man who had just left her to take his place at her shoulder. It was now the black man's turn to torture Darlene's confused, begging body. She didn't move, she just felt his hands pushing her legs apart, felt his knees next to her thighs, felt him lying down on top of her gasping, crying body.
The thick, round head of his cock separated her drying cunt lips without pause. He didn't use a fast, stabbing entry like the other one but a steady, constant drive to a depth that made her grimace. He worked his cock with smooth, filling strokes that inflamed the walls of her cunt, grated constantly against the still-stiff sensitivity of her clitoris.
They timed it just right. The hope, the distant prayer that they intended to ultimately satisfy had yet to die along with the aroused passions. Darlene kept telling herself over and over as the splendid pecker worked at her body that it was no good, no use, no hope. But she couldn't convince herself that pleasure wasn't at the end of the road they were laying, it had to be, it must be.
She kept silent and tried to subdue her undulating hips as best she could. With closed eyes she decided not to let them know how close she was, she was going to have her orgasm without warning. The cock had her cunt packed with heat and was drawing her thick fluids once again. She knew she was close, very close but maintained silence.
His pumping increased, he was building her, lifting her guts up once again to the point of explosion. He was close, very close, his shining buns were driving down between her legs with more and more arousing speed. Darlene's pulse was ripping through her, she was hot, covered with perspiration and hardly able to hold the air she sucked so deeply in. Within seconds she knew the man would go too far and destroy their well-planned torture of her body.
God! Yes! So close! she was screeching to herself when the long cock slid from the lips of her grabbing cunt. He knew exactly when to pull away, exactly when to cause her the most severe disappointment.
"No! Nooooooo! You bastard! You dirty bastard!" she screamed. She tried to wrench up and rip at his eyes, tear the damned grinning mask from his face, rip him apart, but the other two calmly held her in place as if they had done this a hundred times before.
"Leave me alone! Go away! Please!" she moaned as they held her down.
It felt like hours to her before the last man let the black man take his place. He was now going to take his turn arousing her, going to shove his thick, barrel-like cock into her to bring about nothing but frustration. Darlene no longer cared, he could fuck himself silly but she was sure her body could no longer respond.
The massive head of his pecker stretched the lips of her cunt into a tight ring as it disappeared into her poorly lubricated hole. She could feel his cock scraping, tearing, rubbing tight against the delicately tissued walls as it plowed a wide path inside. But even the biting pain didn't affect her, she stared blankly at the ceiling.
His strokes were short, clip-like movements which took a great deal of time to draw her wetness down. She couldn't believe her organs had any moisture left, that her disillusioned body would dare show hope by aiding this man. But the moisture gave him the slickness to move faster, to work heat into her, to stroke against the clitoris with his thick cock constantly.
It was her clitoris that bothered Darlene. It throbbed, pounded, blasted like a beacon light to a lost pilot. She knew she had no control over it and this man was giving it the most attention yet. The hard muscle of his shaft was tight against it, pummeling, torturing, exciting it.
"Why do this to me?" she weakly stammered while staring into the eyes behind the man's mask.
He blinked and kept stroking. She could feel the intense fire in his log, the almost frantic shove of each delicious, stuffing stroke. Then she felt a wonderful thing, something which surprised her and renewed all the hopes. The head of his cock, the glans, just around the rim, seemed to flare out, to grow more excited. To signal the unexpected suddenness of his own internal heat.
Darlene washed her hips into the air and clamped her legs tight around the man's hips. She vibrated her cunt and crotch firmly against him while swaying, jerking, fucking furiously. She could see the surprise in his eyes as he realized' what was happening, as he felt his cock start to fill and swell with a volume of forceful jism.
"Go! Do it!" Darlene screamed loudly while straining to hold him in place.
The man pulled back but her legs were strong, strong enough to make him struggle. Darlene felt the first pump of his erupting jism discharge just inside the lips of her quivering, clamping cunt. The next ejaculation came from his cock after he got it free but it smeared all its wonderful warmth across the lips of her twat. The third shot hit her upraised ass and dripped from the white softness of her buns.
"Yes!" Darlene triumphantly cried as she dropped onto the floor. "Yes!"
It was obvious the man had done wrong. He jumped away and stared down at his sticky white mess, at the cream leaking from her twat, at the smears across her crotch. But Darlene had no mercy for him, she began to laugh, to mock, to suddenly feel much more than satisfied.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Am I too much for you? Can't you hold back like your pals? Or was it because they had me so well worked up, so nice and hot, that you just couldn't resist?"
All three men backed away several feet and seemed to await further instructions. But Darlene had her own plans. She rubbed her hand down and brought it up cupping a large gob of the accidental cream. Then she worked it into her fingers until they glowed with the jelly as they watched. Finally she stabbed the hand to her crotch and slid the fingers into her cunt.
The fingers worked steadily, easily at the as yet unsatisfied clitoris. It didn't take long, most of the work had been done by the three silent men. Darlene felt her insides grow warm and knew that this time she wouldn't be left hollow, knew that this time she would feel her body flood with the glowing release of sexual pleasure.
She laughed, took a last look at the three watching and said, "I'll finish this by myself." She fell onto her back and rubbed while her breasts rolled freely on her chest and the nipples pulled into pink dots. In less than a minute her body heaved with happiness, her tight rump lifted into the air and she swung her hips from side to side with intense grinds. The pinkness of her nipples turned to red, she shuddered, gasped in a great amount of air, relaxed.
Another giggle escaped her lips as she exhaled. She lifted her head to see how the three wise kings were ... they were gone, she was alone in the room once again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Aw, come on, baby, why not?" Ken asked into the phone as he sat with his drink in the living room. He talked softly because Betty, the babysitter, was in the kitchen feeding the children.
"I don't think so, Ken ... I just don't feel up to it." Valerie politely answered.
"That'll change. All you need is a drink or two and you'll feel up to anything ... "
"No. Honest," she said.
Ken drew his lips tight, this was a setback. He decided to see if she was lying or not. "Is it because of the other night? Because I got a little out of hand?"
There was a pause on the other end before she answered with embarrassment, "I said to forget that. It's over and done with, we don't even need to bring it up."
"You sure? You sure that's not why you've been avoiding me?"
Her voice had a sing-song, whining quality, Ken was now sure his fun with her anus was the basic cause of her hesitancy to have him over tonight. His mind raced to figure out a way of correcting things, bluffing her, providing him with at least one more opportunity to penetrate that luscious backside.
"I haven't been avoiding you!" she protested.
"Yes you have. I didn't see you once today at work, you were hiding every time I came into George's office."
"That's crazy!"
"Is it? You know what I think?"
"I'm not sure I want to know," she coyly answered.
Ken gulped his drink down. It was now or never, he didn't feel he had to put up with her girlish games. Either she came across the way he wanted or she could shrivel up in hell.
"Well, I'm going to tell you whether you want to hear it or not. I think you loved what I did while you were sleeping. In fact, I don't think you were sleeping at all. You were lying there feeling how great my cock felt in your ass and just gushing like a broken faucet!"
"Quiet! I don't like that kind of talk ... "
"You loved it and you're going nuts to feel it again. You want my cock in your ass so bad you can't bring yourself to admit it! You can't let yourself say you dig it more than anything you've ever had one of those punk, bachelor jerks in your apartment house do!"
Ken's face was growing red, he could feel the pulse ripping through his body, she had him pissed off and he was going to let her know it.
"I'm going to hang this phone up if you don't stop that kind of talk!" Valerie yelled. He could hear the shaking in her voice, she was getting worked up too.
Ken inhaled, tried to calm himself, decided it wasn't worth it, then started. "Let me come over there tonight and I'll do things to your big tits you never dreamed possible. I'll rub each nipple against my asshole until they get so hard you'll need pliers to pinch them."
"Oh! Oh ... " she moaned. But he didn't hear the click of a hung-up phone.
"I'll have your tongue slipping inside my asshole so fast it'll blister your lips. And with my cock I'll ream out every hole you've got."
"Please! Ken! Don't!" But she still listened.
"I'll pump so much jism into your mouth you won't be able to swallow it all until tomorrow. Then I'll lick your twat until you soak the sheets with bubbling wet." He paused and listened. Yes, he could hear her breathing, heavy, slow. He was getting to her, she loved it.
"I'll pound so much cock up that tight pussy of yours you won't want another man for weeks. You'll be putty, whimpering, crying out your thanks while sucking my nuts between your hot lips!"
"I asked you to stop!" she finally blurted.
"Come on, tell me to come over! Tell me how much you want to feel my balls on your tongue, my finger in your cunt, my big prick inside the clamp of your asshole! Tell me!"
There was a sound on the other end, for a dreadful second Ken thought she was hanging up. Then the breathing came back, the deep, slow breathing. She said nothing.
"Let me blow bubbles inside your asshole, lick your body from toes to ears, chew on your nipples and suck your warm, soft buns," Ken whispered.
"Sure, pal. I'll even let you suck my cock," came the voice of a man. The deep, resonant voice of a confident, angry man.
Ken pulled the receiver away from his face with surprise. She had some guy there already! Some big stud from that damned apartment building! As he slammed the receiver down he realized that was why Valerie was being so evasive, that was why she didn't tell him to come right over.
He poured himself another drink and went to his desk. At the rear of the middle drawer inside a locked metal box he found his leather address book. After leafing through it he found a name and dialed the phone.
"Hello," came the sweet voice of a young lady.
"Hi, June? This is Ken. Ken William"? Remember me from that party last Christmas?" This was a sexy young broad who came as the date of someone's brother to the party. He met her right after making the play for George's wife, she seemed friendly, willing enough to play ball ... at least willing enough to hand her address out like a business card.
"Oh, yes! The cute guy with the curly hair?" she giggled into the phone.
"Yeah! That's me!" He swallowed, composed himself. "I'm calling out of the blue like this 'cause it's the first opportunity I've had. I've been meaning to get hold of you for weeks now."
"Well, I've been sitting by the phone waiting. I almost gave up on you!" She giggled once more.
"Are you busy tonight? I was supposed to have a pretty important business meeting but it suddenly got called off. The head of the board of directors came down with hives or something. Now I'm all dressed up, the baby sitter is here, I'm hot to trot with no place to go or anyone to take along."
It was a pretty smooth line, he thought. Covered all the bases, made excuses for the suddenness of his call, even elevated his importance at the office. But the long pause on the other end wasn't what Ken wanted to hear.
"You told me you were a doctor."
Her steady, cold words ripped into Ken like an air plane propeller. She was right, now he remembered. He told her he was a physician, a stinking doctor, and doctors don't meet with a board of directors. He was about to give up when it hit him, yes they do!
"I am, I am," he lied. "I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at the hospital!"
"Oh." Her voice warmed.
"Can you?"
"Can I what?" She was being cute, evasive.
"Can you go out with me tonight? To dinner, some drinks, then who knows what ..."
She giggled. "I know what. You doctors are all alike. You all want the lady to take her clothes off so you can give her a free examination. Well, I've had enough free check-ups to last an all-girls school."
"Okay, I'll charge you forty dollars. Now what's your answer, will you go or not?" Ken was through fooling around. It was getting late, he had better things to do than play footsie on the telephone with some dingbat.
"I'd love to but I can't. You see, I'm getting married tomorrow and tonight's my wedding shower," she answered.
That left her out. "Maybe next week?" Ken asked with disappointment.
"Call me then," she said. They hung up.
He tore through the address book and tossed it into the wastebasket angrily. Then he threw the drink down his throat and paced back and forth like an enraged, caged lion. He was all ready, shaved, dressed, smelling good, he was so positive Valerie would tell him to come right over. He bit his lips and decided it would be a night of searching, bars, discoth�ques, clubs, trying to find a suitable, willing lady with whom to share a couple hours of exercise.
"I'm not sure what time I'll be back tonight," he told the bright-eyed babysitter.
"That's okay, Mr. Williams," Betty answered. "Since I live next door my parents won't worry."
"Good girl," he patted her cheek. Her surprisingly soft, smooth cheek. She smiled up at him like a well rewarded little puppy, her eyes twinkled with happiness. Ken only wished he could bring that beam to the eyes of some big-titted female tonight.
While putting on his jacket Ken realized Betty couldn't be considered small-titted. For a fifteen-year-old girl she had sizeable lumps under her blouse. Wide based, high-riding cones of firmness, probably with small adolescent nipples like pieces of candy.
He brushed against her as she held the front door open. It was a casual, innocent contact but enough to send his mind into imaginings. Her thin legs and jutting backside did have the complete maturity and development of an older girl, her waist was fascinatingly narrow. As he started the car Ken tried to imagine how tight, how small, how squeezingly tiny the hold of her firm-fleshed twat would be.
I wonder if she has hair? he asked himself while slowly driving along his block. Hair on her pussy. If she does it can't be much ... and I'll bet it's as blonde and fine as the hair on the back of her slender neck. I'm sure none of it has grown up inside the crack of her ass yet, impossible, I bet her pinky is sitting down between those swell buns without as much as a hair to visit with. It sure would be nice to pay that little asshole a visit with my big, hairy cock. Slam it in there and watch how fast she grows up, how fast the hairs start popping out all over her cunt.
He stopped at the intersection, blinked, inhaled, floored the gas pedal and roared off on a night of adventure.
CHAPTER NINE
Doctor August sat at his desk reviewing the read-out tape from room 107. Another sheet of paper sat on his blotter, a long series of building and falling lines undulated across the fine graph network. It was like a cardiograph chart, or a lie detector print out, but this one was entitled, Sexual Response Rate.
He referred to the chart, his eyes followed the lift and fall of the black line etched across it. It reached up high several times, each time followed by a dramatic drop, then a slow build-up, another fall. The black line never reached the straight red line drawn across the top, the line indicating a climax-level of excitement had been reached, until the very end of the chart. Doctor August looked disappointed.
He slid the papers into the folder marked 107, buzzed the intercom. "Yes?" answered his secretary. "Have the current results come from Data yet? The late results on the special readings I ordered for room 107?"
"They called just a moment ago and said they were on the way up. They also said everything read out normal."
"Thank you. Has Eric arrived yet?"
"Yes," the secretary answered. "He's here now."
"Send him in."
The door opened and the large-shouldered, stocky man with the massively thick cock who shared Darlene with the two other men stepped inside. He looked worried, distraught. His hands were clasped before him, he stood quietly just inside the door and waited.
August put the file away, looked up, without expression said, "Sit down, Eric."
Eric moved quickly to the chair and sat. His eyes never left those of August, he wanted to appear alert, awake, constantly attentive. The tight clamp of his hands on each other gave away his internal turmoil however, a characteristic Dr. August instantly perceived.
"I guess you know why I want to talk," August said.
Eric nodded. "Yes sir."
"Well, let's not make this any more painful than necessary. What happened?"
Eric's hands separated, he held them out in a gesture of helplessness. "I don't know. I've thought it all out and the only thing I can think of is that she was so dry, so tight. Her vagina was really scrubbing away at me ... I guess it was just too exciting."
August looked away for a moment, then darted his piercing eyes back. Eric inhaled. "Perhaps she was too beautiful, too alluring, too practiced with her sexual movements for you to resist?"
Eric's mouth fell open, he slowly drew it shut. "I can't deny that she's a real beauty ... and that she sure knows how to handle herself ... but I don't think she's so practiced that it would ever happen again. It was pure accident, doctor."
August stood. He had Eric on the defensive now and wanted to use the situation to improve this man's future performance rather than let him leave thinking that his blundering ejaculation was unavoidable, a human error, something we can all shrug off and hope doesn't recur. No, that was definitely the wrong attitude.
"You're a trained specialist, Eric. A professional."
"Yes sir."
"That doesn't leave room for accidents. I know you could have avoided climaxing, I know it and you know it," August bluntly stated.
Eric squirmed. He didn't try to contest the statement with anything more than, "How?"
"Did you use the desensitizing cream?" August asked.
"Uhhhhh ... " Eric squirmed. "That stuff never has done much for me. It's messy, it melts away ... "
It was time to change this man's attitude. August snapped, "And it's there to avoid 'accidents' like you just committed! You almost threw the conditioning back by days! I know you may not enjoy the desensitizing cream but your function is not enjoyment, it's work. Work to rehabilitate people who have fallen prey to mistaken values! That's the only mistake we can afford to recognize ... theirs!"
"Yes sir." Eric held his head low and took the scalding remarks of the doctor seriously.
"From now on you're required to apply the desensitizing cream liberally to your penis before every assignment. If we have another slip-up out of you I'll be forced to look for a replacement. Understand?"
Eric looked up at the doctor and nodded. "I understand."
"Fine. I want you to take today and rest up. I know this has been a nerve-racking experience for you and the desire to perform well may cause a real accident. That would be tragic, so take it easy, try to remember that it is past history, I hold no grudge, I have no fear of it ever occurring again."
Eric smiled, he knew the doctor's position, understood that the concern now was to make sure he was psychologically as well as physically ready for the next call.
Doctor August put an arm around his shoulder while leading him to the door. "You're a valuable man to me, Eric. You possess a very necessary physical attribute for our work. We must give the patients a variety of sex organs to excite them and yours is unique in many ways."
After instructing the secretary to inform Control Dr. August went to the washroom and scrubbed down. He dressed in his gown of bright blue and make-up placed the mask of Ken Williams onto his face.
"While I'm away please clean and change the adhesive on my goatee," he instructed the make-up girl. "It's beginning to itch."
He found Darlene walking around the walled perimeter of her room, eyes slightly glazed, humming to herself. She was feverishly looking for something, anything that wasn't white. Doctor August, tall, strong, in the familiar mask of Ken and so elegantly dressed in the flowing robe of blue. gave her all the visual relief she needed.
With a sudden turn she started moaning toward him. "Oh ... oh ... " She had no name for him other than, "Ken. "
Doctor August nodded solemnly at her reference to him. A mellow, cheerful music began to filter into the room. For the first time since laughing at unfortunate Eric, Darlene smiled.
"Ken, I'm so glad you've come ... "
"Kneel!" the voice of Ken boomed through hidden loudspeakers.
Darlene instantly dropped to her knees. Her smile grew wider, happier. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she eagerly asked.
Behind his mask Doctor August saw a great deal of progress in her treatment. In the control center two men feverishly worked to create the answer to her question in the voice of Ken.
"No!" finally carne the answer. "Kneel and be content to be in the presence of your man!"
"Yes." She bowed her head as if in prayer, folded her hands at her stomach, closed her eyes.
August took this opportunity to examine her physical condition. Ample amounts of bare flesh were exposed through the tears and ripped holes of her white garment, succulent, nude flesh with the healthful curves and delights which had driven Eric to his mistake.
She was in fine condition. No bruises, her torn finger where the busted nail caused bleeding was completely healed. She was weathering the therapy like someone years her junior. August circled her, gazed at the fully exposed roundness of her white, plump buns, the slender sweep of her rear thighs. She seemed more beautiful than ever in this humbled, prayerful state.
Darlene could feel the staring eyes of the tall man in the mask, she knew he was circling her, drinking in the parts of her body left bare by the torn garment. She thought he would gladly accept her offer at sucking his cock, it was such a nice, large cock. She wanted to appear willing, beaten, ready to do whatever is asked.
But what was he doing now? Walking around, not touching her, why? What was it he had in mind? A slight shudder ran through her shoulders, a reminder that she could really trust no one, not even him.
When she felt him lifting away the rags she wore Darlene started to open her eyes but the voice said, "No. Do not move except to raise your arms."
She lifted her arms above her head and felt him whisk away the shameful robe. She was bare, totally nude, arms still up, breasts thrust out like gigantic gourds, her stomach flat, her rump sloping back like a silken cushion. But still, he didn't touch her.
When she felt it in her hands she didn't have the slightest idea what it could be. It felt smooth, like fine silk, a new robe? No, it was thick, fluffy, like a pillow. She squeezed it tight between her fingers and felt the softness, the fullness, the comfort of down feathers under the silk, no, satin, fabric above her head.
"You may look up."
She opened her eyes and looked up. A sob filled her throat when she saw it, a heartfelt sob of gratitude, remorse, loneliness for her home, her family, her husband, all rolled into one. She held a. pillow in her hands, a pillow covered with a pink, satin pillowcase like her favorite one.
She slowly brought the pink pillow down to her face and smothered her wet eyes and nose into it. The smell, it was her own smell, it was her own pillowcase! The pillowcase from her own bed! The bed she shared with Ken and would jealously keep to if she ever returned!
"Mine! It's my pillowcase!" Darlene rubbed her cheek against the softness, hummed with happiness.
"Lay the pillowcase before you!" came the voice.
It made Darlene jump with fright, for a split second she thought she was at home, in bed, in her own bed. She placed the pillow directly in front of her. August took his time as he circled her and approached the pink pillow. With one step at a time he stood on it in his bare feet. Darlene gazed down at this impolite treatment of her pillow.
Then she saw his blue robe part, saw his strong, hairy thighs and long, hanging cock and balls. She knew what she must do. He waited patiently while she swallowed, ran her tongue around the rim of her lips and leaned forward. With one hand sliding beneath his balls to comfortably cup them she brought her soft, sucking lips to the head of his slightly erect cock and kissed.
The kiss was enough to bring color to the glans, to make the relaxed hose stiffen slightly. She circled the glans with her moist lips and gave it a tight suck and felt it swell, become firm meat in her mouth. Her tongue licked back and forth across the smooth skinned knob until she could feel it pressing up against the roof of her mouth.
As she pulled away a thin line of saliva hung from her red lips to his cock head. She pressed the flat of her tongue against his now hard shaft and rubbed with pleasure. The tongue glided down, then up, then around to hug the hot hardness of the pulsating pecker.
Pressing her lips against the saliva-soaked muscle she rode it down to the testicles and lapped out. They jostled against her tongue as she maneuvered them one at a time into the snug wash of her mouth. They were big ovals, like walnuts, rolling across the constant movements of her tongue. She let them slide free and kissed his inner thighs, licked forcefully upward until digging back to busily brush across his anus.
He separated his legs somewhat and Darlene was able to press her face into his crotch like a feeding calf and press the tip of her tongue forcefully against his asshole. He was very relaxed and she easily found herself probing up inside the dark hole, scooping, swirling, exploring this new region of sexual pleasure.
She kneeled back with pride. It was something she never thought she could do, eat out a man's asshole, but she just did it. Did it voluntarily, without the voice ordering her to. She wondered if he was as pleased as she.
August enjoyed her aggressiveness for two reasons. One, it was a sign of great progress. Two, the feel of her squirming tongue as it tried to touch every portion of his rectum was absolute bliss. She had a talented, versatile tongue which passed on pleasures with great expertise.
He lay flat on his back with the pink pillow cushioning his ass and reached for Darlene. She came to him with her mouth, pressing her lips to his. But August moved her around until her lower lips, the pink lips of her twat, came to his face. Darlene understood and instantly wrapped her mouth around the upraised root at her mouth.
August went straight for her anus. His tongue circled her colon, tasted, moistened, dug inside with sliding ease. She felt the soft, mushy insert of his rolling tongue, felt her asshole begin to fill with the stroking, rubbing, scooping worm of rubber.
Darlene moved off his cock and pressed her face deep. She too wanted him to enjoy how good it felt. She separated his buns with her hands, was amazed by the abundant hair, licked it all flat and stabbed his tongue at his puckered hole. It moved inside and felt the tight squeeze of his colon moving up and down each time she inserted and pulled back.
She flexed, tightened her asshole on his tongue and felt him tighten back on hers. Communication. No words, but still a communication of the most explicit form. It felt so good, the warm squirm of her asshole, so relaxing, so pleasant. She was transported, completely unaware of the room, where she was, what was going on.
"Uuuuuughhhhhhh!" she happily groaned. He was drawing her up to an orgasm, turning her on completely. By stroking the inside of her ass with his tongue! Darlene couldn't believe it, then she could, then she remembered the three men and their cruel withdrawal every time she came near.
"Please ... oh, please don't disappoint me," she begged.
August had no intention of leaving her half-baked. He slammed his tongue deep, swirled it, dug down toward her cunt and tried to jab through to come out her pussy lips. Her sweet ass was washing against his face, buns snuggled on each side of his nose, her rose-colored crack felt as if it was in flames as he worked his tongue faster and faster.
She was bucking now, jerking her ass back at his mouth, trying to bury his head up her asshole and have him chew her guts out. The tip of his cock was warmly nestled between her billowing tits as she burrowed down deep into his ass and jabbed back just as powerfully.
"Oh! Yes! My God! That's it! I love it! Oh!" she screamed with delight.
Her body rolled, jerked, shuddered on top of his. She clamped her thighs around his ears with joy, streams of juice drained from her cunt onto his masculine chest and she pulled back to express her absolute joy by burying his cock totally inside the howling hole of her throat.
August waited until her orgasm ebbed, then moved down two inches until her soaked cunt met his lips. She was rocking her head on his pecker, twisting back and forth to rub it thoroughly all around the gurgling softness. He licked out and drank away the golden dew of her slit, kissed it up, sucked and nibbled until all the flesh glowed with husky redness.
Then he stabbed inside, licked the slithery walls, sucked the lips inside his mouth, pressed against her bursting clitoris. With his fingers he separated the lips of the twat until it was like a deep pink cave before his eyes. It was a fresh, inviting vision, a cavern so beautifully constructed and colorful that no explorer could resist entering. It was the hidden cave every man dreams about as a boy, a place to make his secret fort, a warm cozy clubhouse.
He watched the wetness accumulate on the walls and lips, tested the slickness with his tongue, decided how lucky every man was to feel the warm cling of cunt walls as his first sensation upon entering life. The hole was where we all come from, the delicious hole where every man desires to journey back again and again.
His mouth came fully down on the tremendous creation and he flared his tongue to give it lick after lick. Darlene felt his cock-head rubbing against her tonsils, scrubbing her throat, pumping in and out of her. She wanted to swallow it, to keep it in her mouth forever because this man had made her so happy, this Ken.
She could feel his gentle, yet firm strokes against her clitoris, could feel how deftly he worked to bring her back to another climax. She sucked warmly at his cock and only wished a man were capable of several orgasms in as short a time as she was ... it would be so nice to please him as often as he can please me, she thought.
His tongue drove the tenderness of her cunt into a flashing frenzy of spasms. Even before she realized she was climaxing it was rumbling through her, that nonstop tremble of absolute release and happiness. She jammed her cunt back to his tongue as it rolled her little rod back and forth.
Her ass flexed, she grabbed with fists at the soft floor, her lips plunged far enough down his cock to feel the hair on her nose, her belly trembled violently and she once again issued honey from her delighted box. But the tongue kept working, scooping at the juice, drawing it away, drinking her up as fast as she could produce.
But his cock was still hard, powerfully erect and stubborn. She pounded her head down on it, impaled the long spike deep inside her throat and sucked hard each time she lifted up. She rolled the slick glans back and forth in her lips and tantalized it with her tongue. But no, it refused to come in her mouth.
Darlene's heart jumped for joy when she felt his hands on her hips urging her around. She quickly obeyed and sat astride his hips, the long, wet cock flat on his stomach nestled securely under her snatch. The grinning face of Ken leered up at her and she smiled back, it was a nice face, it had pleased her thoroughly and now she hoped to please it.
He eased her up with his hands and she could feel his cock-head as he lifted the rod into place below her well-sucked cunt. She lowered down on it gradually, swinging her hips slightly to work the massive shaft up and inside. It felt wonderful, filling, stretching, inflaming.
Once she was completely settled down on his cock August gave his hips a short lift and watched her breasts roll. He liked that, watching her abundant, unsupported breasts jostle when she moved. They were like two bulging eyes with pink pupils rolling gleefully each time the cock was driven home.
She leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders as he plowed his cock in and. out of the tight cavern. The tits swayed, banged together, wobbled in circles, kept in a state of constant, fascinating, motion. She started to clip her ass down on him with short strokes, the meaty sound of her rump on his thighs playing a chorus of music to their rhythmical screwing, to her dancing breasts.
"Ummmmmmm," she hummed as she felt the flared head of his glans drawing fresh juice from her cunt. She knew she would be climaxing again soon.
His firm rod was completely engulfed in the trembling gash when she started to buck herself violently. She lost her pace, started gasping with gulping heaves, closed her eyes and grimaced as the fires of orgasm engulfed her body. August stroked fast, deep, without stopping to catch up with her sudden climax.
"Oh ... I lave you!" she moaned as the waves tore through her torso.
August lifted up until his rump was off the satin pillow and she rode high in the air. His imbedded cock shuddered between the clapping walls of her cunt. It was close, so close, so overwhelming. He felt the white cream coming along the whale length of his red pecker, felt it rise like the mercury in a thermometer, knew that now was the time for his graph to hit and pass the red line.
"Ughhhh!" he moaned as his cock erupted and spewed its steaming payload into the cunt.
"Yes! That's it! Oh! My pussy! Fill me up! Make it fill me up and drown me!" she cried.
His hips bolted up even higher as gush after gush of his milk blasted inside her. And Darlene's face was flushed with joy as she pounded her fists down on his chest to urge him on and on and on. The jism filled her hole, frothed inside the pump-like action, bubbled from her lips to leak down his balls, the meat of his ass, and trickle into a little puddle on top of the pillow with the pink satin cover.
After August withdrew his cock Darlene rolled to her back and tried to catch her breath. He closed his blue robe about him and went to the door. Before she could look up he was gone. Darlene was once again alone.
"Where are you?" she asked. The empty room made her want to cry, she wanted to suck at his cock until it grew stiff again, until it could fill her twat and pound it back to fulfillment. But he was gone. She looked around and discovered she wasn't alone, though. And the room was no longer all white, it now had just the right amount of color.
Pink. The pillow in the satin pink pillowcase was still in the room. To keep her company. Or, maybe it was a reward because she performed so well, behaved and cooperated so fully and eagerly. She crawled to the pillow and lifted it up to her beaming face. That's when she saw the jism.
But that was no reason to frown, in fact she smiled. Her pink tongue moved from her mouth to taste the lumpy delicacy, to touch it softly and savor it.
"Cream, my dear Ken's cream to keep me company while I sleep," she whispered before pressing her lips to the pasty whiteness and sucking it into her mouth.
CHAPTER TEN
At the Cashmere Club Ken came the closest. It was the fourth stop of the evening and he gave each nightspot the same chance, three drinks. If someone interesting didn't materialize by then he left. It was during his second one at the Cashmere Club, drink number eleven, when she walked in.
The ice cubes melted in his glass. She was alone, platinum blonde, red-lipped, large-busted, long-legged, and in need of male company. Why else would she be in such a joint? Ken waited his turn while two sawed-off jerks made abrupt passes at the female. Her chilling stare was enough to chase them both off. The woman had taste.
"Send the lady sitting alone at the table in the corner a drink on me," Ken told the bartender.
"You mean the blonde with the tits?"
Ken smiled. The bartender wasn't blind. He watched while the waitress delivered a drink to the blonde and pointed at Ken as the man who sent it. The red lips smiled, she seemed to appreciate this approach more than the stumbling jumps of the two rejected guys.
It was a crowded club with many people dancing to the too loud sounds of a three piece combo backed up by a sinful amount of amplifiers. Ken lifted his glass to the woman as a salute. She nodded, lifted her glass. That was enough, Ken slid from his bar stool and started to work his way toward her comer table.
"Hi, my name's Ken Williams," he said. "Mind if I join you?"
"Why not?" she said. "You coughed up a drink."
Ken was a little surprised by her frankness but he sat anyway. She wore a turtleneck sweater but he could tell by the pumped up masses bulging against it that her tits could take a whole weekend to lick. He was fascinated by the fullness of her red, pouting lips.
'Come here often?" he asked. Small talk, but you have to start somewhere. "No. I work nearby and thought I'd drop in and see what it's like," she said. Her eyes were mellow, wet, constantly roaming his face. It made Ken uneasy.
"Oh yeah? What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a singer in a club like this place," she answered ...
Ken was fascinated. "Really? Come here to see if they need a singer too? Maybe work both places?"
"Not very likely," she said. He loved her sultry, deep voice, it sounded sexy as hell. Ken was dying to know what those full lips would feel like wrapped around his dong.
"Have I ever heard of you?" Ken asked. "What's your name?"
She winked, a sexy, teasing wink. "You haven't beard of me. But you can call me ... " She stopped talking to make it obvious she was inventing the name: "Priscilla. "
"Priscilla?"
"Yes, beautiful isn't it?"
"Sure, I guess so." She was weird, evasive, maybe a married broad who didn't want to let her name out, or one of those crazy chicks looking for any new kind of thrill. He didn't care what her angle was as long as it involved open legs.
"Why did you buy me this drink?" Priscilla asked.
"Uhhh ... I see a beautiful lady and I want to let her know how much I appreciate it," he quickly said.
"Oh? Are you sure it's not to try and pick me up?" she asked with a wink.
A hooker? No, impossible, too beautiful for that, he thought to himself. "I'd love to pick you up," Ken replied.
"At least you're honest," she said. "But what if I just drink up and tell you to get lost?"
"I lose a drink," Ken said.
"What about your ego? Would it damage your delicate ego if I did that?"
Ken tried to laugh it off. "Hell, there's so little left of my ego after tonight that I wouldn't even feel it."
She grinned, a mischievous leer. "We'll see."
"What do you mean by that?"
She leaned forward so far her tits touched the table top. In a whisper she asked, "What would you do if I told you I gave the best blow-job in the whole state?"
Ken gulped. His face turned red but he did manage to reply, "I'd say, prove it."
He felt her hand resting on his knee, felt the fingers walk along the top of his thigh, swallowed and felt them slide down into his crotch as she slid closer to him. She meant it, he had stumbled onto one of those women who don't beat around the bush ... unless it's the bush around the base of a stiff, hot cock.
"Where shall we go?" Ken asked.
"Right outside," she whispered in his ear with hot breath. "I can't wait to feel your cock in my mouth ... oh, I want to suck up your cream and swallow it."
He took her by the hand and quickly guided her big-bosomed body out the door. As soon as they were outside he felt the hand digging back at his crotch, rubbing, working his cock into a hard lather.
"Come on, we'll get in my car," he said.
"No, right here. Right now. I can't wait," she protested.
Ken backed into a doorway and looked both ways down the well-lit street. There were several clubs on the block, all with brilliant lights and marquees, but not very many people were outside. One man strolled into the club called The Woodpecker. Their marquee said in black letters, B.B. Lane singing nightly, the best in female impersonations!
The coast was clear, Priscilla kneeled on the stoop of the doorway and started to unzip his pants. Ken's stiff cock was in pain, throbbing, pounding to have her wrap those lips around it and suck, suck, suck it like a candy stick. The fingers touched his burning flesh ... female impersonator?
Ken whipped his head around and read the sign again. Singer? Female impersonator? He looked down and saw his stiff cock in the hands of a buxom blonde, his mind whirred. Finally, he asked through a dry throat, "B.B.?"
The face with parted lips, a pink tongue circling to wet and prepare them, a beautiful, soft face looked up. "Yes?"
"BB. Lane?"
"Yes?" She smiled and lowered her head.
"Aw, shit!" Ken twisted away just as B.B. tried to bring his luscious mouth around the delicious cock.
"Hey?" he cried.
"Aw, goddamit! Fuck!" Ken screamed into the night air as he stomped to his car and started the engine. As he roared by the buxom blonde he saw an arm rise, a fist, all extended middle finger.
By the time he arrived home Ken's head was swimming. The drinks made him dizzy, foggy. His watch said eleven o'clock, it was early but he was beaten, defeated. He shuffled onto the porch and dug into his pocket for the key. The television was on and he could see the glow of the living room lamp through the window. He leaned forward to regain his balance and saw a startling thing.
Betty. Sweet, innocent, fifteen-year-old Betty, the girl next door, was on the sofa facing the television. Nothing surprising about that except for the fact that her short dress which usually rode up to mid-thigh was much higher. Much, much higher, up around her waist.
He could see her limber legs pulled up onto the edge of the sofa before her, the curve of her sleek ass, a hand buried down there between those baby-fat thighs. Ken stepped back, blinked, looked again. Yep, he whispered to himself, she's jacking herself off.
Ken silently moved from the porch to the side of the house where he could get a frontal view. His angle from the side window was perfect. He could see it all as she sat in the glow of the lamp, eyes half shut, wiggling her finger inside the rosy lips of her tiny pussy.
It was a sublime cunt. Thick folds of meaty flesh sat on each side of her short slit, soft-looking, tasty rims of prime pussy. And he was right about the hair, there was some, not a lot, and it was as blonde as the hair on her head. Like a few wisps of wheat across a fresh, ready-to-harvest garden of splendid delights.
Her nimble fingers made darting, rubbing movements into the upper fringes of the pink lips, shining juice coated the heated twat, her miniscule asshole and gobs of bare white flesh from her ass sat below the center of attention. She was chewing with small bites at her own lip, half-closed eyes, obviously near a peak of pleasure.
Ken could feel his cock aching as it lifted upward in his pants, as it screamed to feel how tight and snug this fresh, brand-new gash would feel. Her yellow undies hung loosely about one ankle, .she was gasping heavily for air, the finger stroked with greater speed and intensity.
He wiped his hand across the sweat on his face and ducked down. A thousand considerations ran through his head about the innocent doll from next door but they were all driven from his mind by the overwhelming desire to give Betty a new kind of finger to find pleasure with.
Silently, Ken moved to the back door and found it unlocked. On tiptoes he moved through the kitchen and slid into the shadows behind the sofa. She was still masturbating, working the little cunt into an increasing lather. Ken quietly unbuckled his pants, removed his shoes, shirt, everything.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" he asked in a loud, accusing voice.
"Ahhh!" she screeched with fright. She jumped around on the sofa and stared back with fear-filled eyes.
He could see her trying to get her foot inside the empty leg of the undies, trying to push her short skirt down to cover her nude crotch. But Ken didn't give her a chance. "Stop moving right now!" he ordered.
Betty was an obedient girl, she always did what grown-ups told her, so she froze in position before thinking. Then she realized Mr. Williams was nude, very nude. The stiffened pole of cock stood long and high between his legs, a cock, a real, bare cock, she had never seen one before.
"Mr. Williams ... uh ... Mr. Williams ... I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't know you were there."
Ken almost laughed. She was apologizing, her. It always amazed him why a female felt the urge to apologize in circumstances where they were clearly not at fault. He was the one who sneaked in, he was the one with the guilt but she was the one to apologize.
He walked slowly around the sofa, her eyes followed. She appeared so small, frightened, lost. "What were you doing?" he asked.
Tears were in her eyes. "Nothing ... honest, I wasn't doing anything."
"Just wait until I tell your parents about this," he said. With one hand he lifted away her skirt hem and peered down at the pink, virginal twat with the sparse hair. She closed her legs and reached down to pull her panties over her searching foot.
But Ken moved faster and grabbed the satin briefs. He jerked them away as she grabbed for them. Shivers of fear tore through her shoulders as he sat next to her and smiled.
"See this?" he said pointing at his enlarged cock.
She couldn't help it. The big thing was fascinating for her, and frightening. She nodded while sucking one lip nervously into her mouth. Ken picked up her hand, the one she had been stroking herself with and moved it to his mouth. He sucked on the tasty fingers while she stared in disbelief. Then he moved the small-fingered hand down and rested it on the head of his warm cock.
"This is much better than your fingers. It can please you an awful lot more," he said.
She pulled her hand away and stood up. "I think I should be going now, Mr. Williams."
He grabbed her about the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. She tried to struggle up but in his drunken state Ken had no fear, he held her down tightly, clamped his arms about her thin body and didn't let her move.
"Mr. Williams! Please ... " she begged.
But his one hand was at her skirt again, pulling it up to her narrow waist, brushing against the nudity of her hips and thighs. She started to sob, to lean forward to get up. Ken's cock was burning under her plump ass as he let her move slightly. It was enough movement to allow the cock room to spring upward and brush against the cooking moisture of her primed, still-hungry pussy.
"No, no, little girl. I'm not letting you get away until you learn your lesson. Learn what that little cunt is really meant for," he hissed.
"Please ... " She tried again to lunge away but this time it was a fatal mistake. Ken thrust his hips up under her and with a powerful drive jammed the head of his cock against the dripping slit.
"Uuuuuugh!" she cried.
The pecker head hardly dented the taut skin, merely
nudged into the pliant wetness and was held firmly back. She lunged forward again and this time Ken let her go. But he didn't release his hold around her. She stumbled forward and fell, Ken was right on top of her. He could feel the soft swell of her ass against his insistent cock.
"No! Please, Mr. Williams," she moaned.
He ignored her pleas and worked his cock down into the cheeks of her ass and lower. Down deep enough to once again feel the slickness, the burning desire for fulfillment, the frightened lips of her tiny twat. With another thrust he was able to spread the lips apart and feel how tight her clinging cunt actually was. She was very small.
Her pleas turned to moans as his pecker worked with extremely short strokes at the wetness. As it muscled inside finally and felt the circling grip of newness. She was gasping, crying, breathing rapidly. He gave his cock a sturdy shove into the resilient cunt.
"Uuuuh! It hurts! Please stop!"
There was no stopping now. Ken's cock-head was wet with her snatch and had only one purpose, full penetration. He reached under her hips and jerked her up onto her knees with one pull. It served to open her up to him, leave her golden-haired cunt vulnerable to the thick head of his pounding, throbbing, dripping pecker.
He shoved again and felt the heated inside of the squirming box. It was inside the lips, stretching, blazing a pathway of pleasure for the lucky men to follow who at some future date would have the opportunity to follow the Williams Trail. Her protests came to a halt when she felt the painful enlargement of her cunt, it was much more than her finger ever was.
Ken laid his weight into the next thrust and found the going much easier. On the next digging probe he could feel the resistance 'of her hymen fall, wetness now drained from her like a broken dam, his cock was drenched, slick, slippery.
"Just relax, Betty, relax and enjoy it," he whispered.
"You shouldn't be doing this to me!" she moaned.
"Someone should, why not me?"
His hips were moving faster now, working his meat into her with slow, meaningful strokes. Her breathing was loud, extremely fast, he could see the charm of his rod was working. Her fanny trembled, she twisted and moaned. Then a shudder of delight caught her shoulders, her legs, her cunt.
The powerful tightness sent out waves of contraction all along the imbedded rod and Ken knew he was in for a good time. She dropped to her shoulders with her ass spiked in the air, the climax overwhelmed her so greatly. And while she was in this state of euphoria Ken worked his pecker deeper, deftly, explored the complete tunnel of oozing spasms.
Tremendous! The most alive twat he had ever felt. Banging at his cock-head, his shaft with insistent grabs, going crazy around him, bathing him, loving him, urging him on and on. Her white fanny shone like two light bulbs before his hips as the cock took long, slow slides in and out. Her orgasm ebbed just in time for another to begin.
"Oh ... " she weakly moaned.
It was an expression of helplessness, a final sign of acceptance. His hands fumbled down to her sweater and slid under. She offered no resistance as his fingers groped up to find her large, high breasts were without a bra. The juvenile nipples were like dew drops, cool, fleshy, rubbery.
He rolled them between his sweaty fingers, pinched them into hardness and felt goose-flesh form on the foamy tits. He shoved the sweater up to her armpits, worked to move it over her head and down her limp, defeated arms. She was nude except for the skirt pushed up around the slim waist.
She had the body of a princess, firm and fresh as a sapling tree, a sprout, a collection of sweet buds without the corruption of maturity. Her ass was now pressed into him, accepting the pleasureful strokes of the older man's stabbing cock, she was quickly adapting to the ways of maturity.
Ken pulled his purple-headed cock from her cooking box and rolled her onto her back. She didn't resist, her glassy eyes stared up at him, he saw fear, pleasure, confusion and a willingness to cooperate. He lay on top of her firm-titted anatomy and once again worked his cock into the tightness.
"If my parents ever find out ... " she threatened.
"They'll learn I found you playing with yourself when you should have been watching my children."
She was quiet, thinking. Finally Ken made a magnanimous offer. "I won't say a word."
She sniffed. "Me either."
His hips moved with greater speed and he pushed her thighs wider apart. "Lift up to me, twist into my cock and you'll see how wonderful this can be."
She did as he said and gasped with pain. But the pain soon turned to pleasure because she was bucking, jerking, swaying without control under him. He watched her bite her lip, inhale with a shudder, make a rolling heave of her supple body and blast into a million quakes of thrashing pleasure.
Her pointed nipples burned into him like cigarette ashes, she didn't know where to put her hands so let them drop to her side, as gasp after gasp came from her mouth. As this climax took her over Ken again withdrew and slid his body downward. He wanted to taste this twat, suck the freshness out of it, let it feel the first tongue of its career.
He folded her legs up to her chest and stared down at the pink-lipped mound of wet meat. It was beautiful, puffy, like an ice cream cone begging to be licked. His tongue washed across the lips and she trembled violently, this was obviously as great a turn-on as his cock was. He slipped his tongue inside and tasted the clean juice.
Her ass twisted up to his face, wiggled like the tail of a petted puppy. He made broad laps from bottom to top, caressing the lips, turning them beet red. Then he took a low lick with his tongue and touched her pink, taut anus. Betty's legs kicked, she groaned like he had touched her with a blazing-hot branding iron.
The tip of his tongue worked her clitoris back and forth until she started to gush again and the legs moved far apart to give his mouth complete working room. He covered the climaxing pussy with his lips and sent his tongue far inside to experience the slamming .power of her spasming pussy walls. Then he drank the quivering chalice empty of the spilling cream and lubrication, and she just kept creaming.
Keeping her legs high and far apart he mounted her again and gave his cock an almost straight-down drive into the limber hole. It stabbed completely inside with one lunging thrust and she exhaled with delight. Now she was taking some cock, lifting up to receive each and every valuable inch of stiff, pumping, hardness.
"Oh ... Mr. Williams ... it feels so nice ... " she whispered.
"You like my cock inside you?" he asked.
She couldn't answer such a direct question.
"Tell me you do, Betty. Tell me you love the feel of my large pecker inside your little twat," he said.
"Oh ... Mr. Williams ... " she said with disappointment. His crudeness was destroying it for her.
But he didn't let up. "Tell me! Tell me there's nothing more wonderful than my cock. That you love the way it rubs inside your slick cunt. Tell me!"
"It's wonderful," she stammered. Her face was flushed, she was embarrassed.
"More! Tell me all of it!" he insisted.
"I love it. I love the way it feels!"
"Where?"
"Inside me."
"Inside your what?" he demanded.
"Inside my vagina ... " she answered in a bare whisper.
"Your what?"
She grimaced, inhaled. "Inside my cunt!"
"That's it!" he howled. "Inside your little baby-cunt. My big man's cock pumping inside your little-girl cunt!"
"Yes! Yes!" Her hips were jerking rapidly now. She was responding to the dirty words. "Your big, hairy cock inside my little pussy feels better than anything else in the world!"
She heaved her cunt up and he drove down. The wetness had covered the few hairs of her cunt and was now dripping down her upraised belly. The shivering masses of her breasts were rolling like loose balls on her chest as she kept driving up hard and fast for more and more cock. Another racking climax started to shudder through her.
That's what Ken was waiting for. His hand slipped down to the spiked loveliness of her ass and fondled the roundness. She was shaking, kicking her legs as best she could, the climax was taking her away. His finger moved into the crack and touched her anus. Betty bolted violently up, twisted to each side, squirmed without control.
His fingertip circled the pink dot before pushing in side. Her greased fluids were puddled on the little hole, the finger slid inside so quickly she didn't realize it until he twisted it, spread her anus, worked against the muscular squeeze to keep the intruder out.
"No ... please, Mr. Williams. Please don't do that!" she murmured.
Ken looked down into the sweat-coated face and smiled. "Just let me show you how wonderful ... how beautiful ... "
"No! It doesn't feel good!"
He jammed his finger to full depth and bent it over to keep her from expelling him, She closed her eyes tight, her mouth went wide open to scream but Ken shoved his free hand across it. All he needed was to have the kids awake, or the neighbors knocking on the door.
She bit his hand but he didn't care. What pain he felt in one hand was more than made up for by the pleasure he felt with the other one. He kept working at the restraint of her colon until it gave way with a loosening tremble, Another climax stumbled through the flawless flesh of her anatomy, she was finding out about the pleasures inside her ass.
He rolled her over onto her belly again and hoisted the hips in the air like before. His cock moved easily into her slick twat and started once again to work her back to the state of total pleasure. But this time he worked at her asshole too. It was a strong ring of pink muscle but accepted his finger inside without too much protest.
He worked it in and out with rapid strokes, fucked her in the ass with his finger until it relaxed again. The pink circle started to expand, accept, receive him willingly. Ken removed his finger and slid his thumb inside. It was larger and expanded the hole that much more.
"Uh ... uh ... uh ..." she grunted with each driving shaft of his cock. His work inside her asshole was now forgotten, just another area of added pleasure.
Ken pumped his cock fiercely until she climaxed again. It was an exhaling blast of exhaustion, the girl was growing tired, loose, limp. That's what Ken was waiting for, break down the resistance until she can't put up too much battle for the ultimate entrance.
His cock slid free of her cunt and the lips pulled together with elasticity. He moved the tip of his cock right up the path and placed both hands on the globes of her ass. He spread the cheeks far apart and watched as the well-worked anus opened up before his pecker-head. Ken guided the cock up to the incredibly small hole and pressed into it.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she managed to cry before he covered her mouth. She could feel the stretching power of the thick shaft forcing her anus open, jamming into her like the blunt foot of an elephant, filling, tipping, pinching, constantly coming inside the walls of her ass.
Ken realized he had found the ultimate in tightness. It was like trying to shove his cock through a keyhole ... but a soft keyhole, a squirming, moaning keyhole. The odors of her ripe body increased as his cock inched deeper and deeper inside the rear hole, as Betty felt like she had to go to the bathroom but realized that was impossible.
His cock drove to full depth and he listened to her painful moans. This was one female who thought of his cock as the biggest in the world! She was his, totally his. A fresh young face and body to fuck any way he wanted ... and whenever he wanted. She was too young to get away, too naive to tell anyone about it, too obedient to adults to ever bring herself to making such a horrible accusation or admission. Ken knew he had it made, a prime supply of cunt right next door!
His cock was numb at first due to the drinking but now the heat and exercise had worn away all that. It felt big, powerful, about to explode and fill this jerking body up with the first real cream of its life! And in exactly the right spot too ... no chance of pregnancy in her asshole.
Ken pumped with vigor and felt the pressure building inside him. This was going to be a glorious climax, it was going to be the finest shot of his life. He watched the white roundness of her rump, the bent-down curve of her back, the globes of tit squashed out beside her chest. Yes, he was going to enjoy pumping jism inside her!
It came like molten sand through his imbedded rod. Burning, screaming, howling to get out of the cock and into her jiggling ass. Betty was climaxing again, perfect timing. The were going to plaster themselves together with mutual glue, her spilling juice on him while he pumped cream into her.
Each eruption of his sperm-filled cock caused Betty to grunt and pound back. She felt the plentiful paste being hosed inside her, knew what was happening. Her asshole felt permanently violated, like it would never return to its normal shape but she no longer cared. At least it could now feel a long prong inside it, a fine use for it compared to anything else.
They clamped together with fierce pressure and Ken drained his throbbing root inside her hole. Then he eased back, relaxed, realized his back was killing him, the girl made him come through with a hell of a lot of exercise. But shit, she was worth every bit of it. A prime box, beautiful tits, an asshole which now could never refuse his cock.
She lay flat on her stomach as Ken withdrew his spent cock. It dripped of sperm and he crawled to her head and lifted it up. He sat down with his legs stretched out and placed her limp face down on his lap. The splattered, coated cock nestled against her nose and mouth.
"Suck it clean," he said firmly.
Betty didn't hesitate to slurp the loose penis up with her lips and taste the first sperm of her life. She fondled the tip between her lips, then sucked it inside. It was fun, she liked the way the little worm felt on her tongue.
When she finished Ken let her dress, then sent her exhausted, shuffling body home. He grinned after closing the door. The little cunt was his, she'd be back asking for more cock, begging him to show her the pleasures she was just beginning to learn about.
Ken yawned and went up to his own bed, he was bushed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Darlene felt more relaxed than ever. Wonderful. Warm and soothed. She hadn't felt so good since finding herself in the strange room of white. But now as she slept she dreamed about Ken, the tall, well-built Ken. The kind, pleasing man she was married to.
She stretched her warm body, inhaled with a sigh, enjoyed the splendid comfort tingling throughout her whole insides. He was always there now, in her dreams, in the back of her mind during waking hours, even inside the snug confines of her deepest pussy.
She could sense how his hands felt traveling across the uplifted mounds of her breasts, swirling about the nipples, caressing her tender belly. His mouth would taste her thighs, her hips, the fullness of her backside and the hidden deliciousness of her pleasantly surrounded openings. The man played no favorites, when he satisfied her he satisfied her everywhere, vagina, anus, mouth. Darlene only wished she had more openings into which he could slide that wonderful prick.
She rolled over and it felt almost as if his gentle hands were helping her, nudging her, guiding her. He was always at her side, a finger or tongue imbedded in her body somewhere, his hot cock knocking for entry somewhere else. She hummed with the pleasant memory of completely satisfying sexual intercourse, a smug, content sound deep in her throat.
She inhaled again and could almost smell his manly odor, hear his constant breathing and feel his hands as if they were a hundred impulses of pleasure cruising over the slopes of her body. She also smelled something like oil, or grease, something familiar, something to remind her of her children right after they were born ... something to do with diapers.
Diapers? The deep sleep started to ebb, her mind tried to associate consciously the smell with diapers. Her brow furrowed, then it came to her and she relaxed. Yes, diapers, changing the baby with his bouncy little nub of .a penis and fatty rump, kicking bare legs in the air after the dirty diaper was taken away. Then what? Yes, the bits of red rash on his bottom, diaper rash. A soft smear of petroleum jelly was good for that, and baby usually giggled when he felt her rub it into his body.
Petroleum jelly? Darlene sniffed. That was it, the smell. The distinct, greasy, non-smell of petroleum jelly. A jelly also commonly used for other applications in adult life. For greasing up dried vaginas or oversized cocks so they could slide together with greater ease and pleasure.
She remembered the first time she used it and how crude it felt to stop the sexual activity, unscrew the lid from the jar, goo up the fingers and slather the thick gunk inside her pussy. Yes, it was crude, but worth it. Once the jelly was melted in their friction it was well worth it.
Petroleum jelly? Darlene's senses started to perk up, she felt her sleep falling away. The smell, it was there, it wasn't her imagination. Neither were the hands, the feeling he was now with her, caressing, stroking, massaging her so thoroughly! She gasped with alarm as her eyes opened.
The white room was now red, bright, illuminated, red and she stared into the face of Chuck. No! Not just Chuck! Three of him, all with different bodies but all with the leering grin on their immobile faces!
"No!" Darlene howled as she realized the three men who refused her pleasure were now back. Back while she slept, assaulting the loveliness of her body with their hands ... and with liberal smears of petroleum jelly.
She rolled and kicked, tried to get up and run into the redness which seemed to stretch forever. But she slipped, her feet were coated with the grease, she fell and they were again around her, rubbing, sliding their hands all over, making the flesh of her body swell with heated excitement, bum for the ultimate pleasures she feared they would never oblige her crying torso with.
The next scream from her mouth was one word, "Ken!"
She felt a hand glide down between the cheeks of her ass and jab jelly across her anus, a thick pile of jelly which became trapped as the hand moved away, compressed inside the wonderful valley and starting to melt. She was covered, completely smeared with it. Her breasts and nipples shone like polished apples, her pussy appeared laminated below a quarter inch of it, she could even taste it.
"Help! Please leave me alone!" she sobbed. "Please, Ken, help me!"
It was useless to struggle, they had her surrounded like a greased pig at a rodeo trapped between three eager cowboys. Darlene saw no way out. She fell onto her stomach, hugged her breasts underneath her body, clamped the long, slim legs together and tried to bar all entrance. But a hand moved to her ass again, massaged the gentle meat, dug down between and pushed a finger into her anus.
She strained to keep it out but it was useless. The probe moved inside her with ease, it sank deep, twirled, filled her asshole with the jelly.
"Oh, God, nooooooo ... " she moaned.
They were nude, all three had stiff erections, all three were rubbing her down, basting her body, preparing her for the oven like a roast turkey. And they were all red in the light, but she recognized the darker skin of the black man, then the thick cock of the other and the long prick of the third. It made her cry, she was now sure they meant to leave her with no sperm in her body, no climax to remember.
One was on her back, squirming, driving his cock between the cheeks of her ass. Darlene twisted, tried to roll him off. He did slide sideways and she bucked her ass up to shove him even further. His arms wrapped around the juicy slickness of her chest and breasts, and Darlene rolled with him.
One man, the one with the long cock instantly came down to face her as she lay on her side. Darlene was now sandwiched between the two demons, trapped. The man at her back now pushed, slid her struggling body up on top of the man in front of her. Then he mounted her from the rear again and she was pinned between, one on the bottom, one on the top.
The cocks came quickly. First she felt the spear-like head of the bottom man stabbing at her lubricated pussy. It made one jab, pulled away, thrust back directly into the pink lips and separated them like butter. The cock moved into her with no resistance, one deep, penetrating plummet of long, stiff cock straight inside.
"Uhhhhhh ... " she whimpered. But it felt good, wonderful, a streamlined, sliding entry.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried with a touch more pain as the cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass made a dive into her anus. It was the thick one, the one which had the accident, the painful cock. It shoved inside her ass like a well-oiled piston to drive the firmness of her colon wide back. She could feel the brutal peg making her hole yawn and stretch even with the abundant coat of petroleum jelly.
As the man on the bottom sent his cock into her with deep, slow thrusts the man on top withdrew. Then as the cock filled her ass the one in her cunt backed out. There wasn't a moment without the fill of pleasant, gliding cock somewhere.
"Oh, my God ... " she moaned as the impulses of ecstasy started to well inside her.
They were fucking her softly, gently, doing it slow to draw her fire up to greater and greater fever. Darlene no longer wanted to get away, all she wanted was for them to keep stroking, keep pumping, keep her hungry body stuffed with beautiful cock until she creamed her jelly all over theirs.
Hands were on each side of her head. Firm hands guiding her upward, tilting her back. Darlene stared into the very long, powerfully stiff cock of the third man. She glanced up at the grinning face, blinked, opened her mouth. The cock was covered with thick gobs of petroleum jelly, it looked distorted, macabre in the red lights ... but it was a cock.
She kept her mouth and lips as open as she could as the man steered his pole inside. The grease filled her mouth, made her want to gag as it floated across the moistness of her tongue. She tried to keep from touching it but that was impossible, the cock kept coming until her mouth was stuffed to the brim with burning meat and muscle.
His knob-like cock-head went straight to the back of her throat and Darlene could feel the jelly easing down to her stomach. Another gag wrenched her but she managed a deep gasp of air through her nose and it passed. Now the" cock was pushing in and out, fucking her mouth like a cunt. A thick ring of frothed petroleum jelly formed around the rim of her stretched lips.
The frothed ring formed everywhere. Around the red skins of her cunt where the cock plunged in and out, it covered her vulva, smeared into her hair. Her asshole had the ring too, a ring of white cream which dripped downward to meet the ring at her cockfilled cunt.
Now she was complete. The three men worked in counter rhythm. As her mouth filled her cunt was emptied. When the cock-head dug into her throat the cock in her ass started to squeeze deep and as it hit full penetration the one in her cunt started in. A cock was constantly digging, constantly pulling, constantly readying for another plunge. Darlene didn't know where to begin, they all felt good but none of them was arousing her more than the others.
She couldn't groan or cry, all she could do was hum in her throat as the big cock moved in and out. She knew in time her guts would knot up and a trembling climax would make a bid for release, and she dreaded what would happen. To be so filled with cock to only have them drawn away at exactly the wrong moment was too much to bear!
Then they all paused, all pulled back and stopped. Darlene was confused, why were they stopping? She wasn't near a climax, nowhere near. Then they all plunged together. Darlene felt as if three fists were being jammed into her softness by powerful prizefighters. It was an abrupt, planned smashing of the cocks to send shock waves throughout her insides.
"MMMM!" she murmured around her mouthful of slamming cock.
The gentleness was gone. Now they assaulted her like crazed kids with their first girl. The cocks pounded, blasted, careened inside each of her holes with fury. The thick cock in her ass stretched her with punishing blows, the long cock in her cunt drove deep to strike her pelvic bone and send waves of stabbing pain upward.
The mighty pecker in her mouth now smashed back to her throat so hard she had to crane her neck and feel it plow down inside. The thick pubic hair of the man covered her nose, made her shut her eyes and behave like some soft doll made for the single purpose of fucking.
But the most painful thing of all was having her ass and cunt stuffed to the maximum both at the same time. She could feel how close the cocks were to each other as they probed into her, it felt as if they were trying to break through and join one another somewhere inside. Rip her tissues down and turn her anus and cunt into one massive receptacle for all three cocks to frolic in.
Her back arched as she was pounded from front and rear. It was like a vise of cocks cramming her tighter and tighter together! Was the man in front trying to plow a channel from her mouth back to meet his friends? Darlene's head was spinning, her whole body ached and cried with the triple assault. They were hitting her with ferocious, powerful thrusts yet she felt no pleasure, no burning passion.
But did they? That's what Darlene wanted to know. n one of them creamed inside her she knew it would turn her on, make her body tingle, her loins grow hot, her guts spill back with her own fluids. Then the cock in her mouth was withdrawn, taken away.
She stared at the tip of the cock, the gobs of petroleum jelly were gone. She swallowed and felt them inside her. Was this cock ready to climax? Was that why he pulled away? The dark-skinned man moved away, came to the side of her head and hoisted one leg over as if he was straddling a horse.
His knees settled beside the head of the man under her and his hard rump pressed down on her neck. Darlene was crushed down low, she strained to keep from touching the leering mask just below her face. Then she felt his hands in her hair and prayed he wasn't rubbing the jelly into it. He held tight and jerked back until her face turned up to look at the blank red wall on the other side of the room.
She felt his cock in her hair, felt his hands covering the stick, rubbing it with her golden-brown fur, fucking her hair like it was another opening to her body! Darlene wanted to shake her head, drive him off but she couldn't, he held her under the chin, forced her eyes up to the wall.
Then she understood why. The redness of the room dimmed, it became dark. The pictures started again. The first was the most painful, the smiling face of her mother.
"Ohhhhh ... " she sobbed as she realized her mother was looking at her in the hands of these men.
Then her father, stern, rather out-of-fashion in his thin necktie and over-sized hat. He looked old, worn, tired and Darlene's heart swelled with the remorse of not being with him more often. Next the house was back, it looked the same, unchanged, unaltered, still in excellent shape even in her absence. She wanted to spit but could only draw up more and more of the petroleum jelly.
The picture of the cars made her whimper. There they were, side by side in the driveway, Ken's big car next to her little Mustang. The Mustang glimmered in the sun, sat there empty with no driver now that she was gone. The whimper came from her lips as she wondered whether or not Ken would find another driver for the Mustang, another woman to take her place.
"Leila!" she sobbed as the face of her daughter filled the wall. Little blue-eyed Leila with her pigtails and pug nose. Then came the boy, freckles, messed hair, a missing tooth in front and a frightened expression ... he never did like having his picture taken. "Timothy!"
The pounding cocks were tearing her cunt and ass, smashing into her with the brutal force of machinery but she didn't feel it, didn't care. Her heart was pounding for only one thing, to get out of this place, to go to her children, her parents and hug them, never Jet them go or risk losing them.
The pictures started to flash now. First her mother, then father, then the house and so on. Suddenly she saw a blur between the familiar visions, a blur which took time between each flash to focus, each time more recognizable. It was Ken, dear, wonderful Ken. His face held everything together, made it all complete.
"Ken! Oh, Ken, I miss you sooooo much!" she sobbed. The cocks were gone and she was empty. But it didn't matter, she wasn't even conscious of them while they were there. The lights came back and she could feel them standing around her, probably exhausted, frustrated, angered by her refusal to become aroused. When her eyes fell on the pillow with the pink satin pillow case she sobbed again. It was in the comer, her only memento of the life that was. She started to crawl for it and finally realized how much her limbs ached. But before she could reach it the black man grabbed it.
"No!" she pleaded. "Please! No!"
He tossed it to the second man who pitched it over to the third. Darlene tried to get up but couldn't find the strength. "My pillow! Please give it to me! Please!" she groaned.
The man dropped it onto the floor at his feet and waited until she crawled close. As she reached for it he took her hair in his hands and jerked back. Her face came up, she automatically opened her mouth and understood what she must do to regain her pillow.
His thick cock filled her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked. It tasted of jelly and the residue of her rump but she sucked hard and furiously to satisfy him. At all costs she had to protect the pillow under his large, crushing foot.
He drove his meat deep and hard, slammed it into her as she sucked and kissed every gliding inch. Then she pulled away and held the cock in her fists while sliding her tongue down to draw his balls inside her mouth. She stroked hard and sucked at each nut until it was saturated, then ran her tongue along the root and back up.
She engulfed the spike, traced her teeth along it, kissed the head and engulfed it again. This was the man who had climaxed the other day but now he seemed impossible to bring to a head. She shut her lips tight and forced the flared head between, gave it a taut, sucking entrance and felt its heat increase. That's it, she told herself, fuck his pecker with my lips.
She made a vacuum in her mouth and repeatedly squeezed the head of his cock in and out. It was growing, pulsating, getting closer- with each powerful pull of her lips. Then she felt him jerk, felt his bodily heat, and his hand jerked her face away from the purple-headed cock.
Before her eyes he kneeled down and directed the red shaft at the floor. With several frantic strokes of his hand he brought it to a climax, his rump tightened, he inhaled with pleasure and sent stream after stream of white, sticky jism into a puddle right at the center of the pink pillow.
"Ohhhhh ... " Darlene groaned.
She wanted to kill him, to rip the cock right from his crotch and batter his face with it. But the next man was in place and she knew what would happen. She wrapped her defeated mouth around his long pecker and sucked. This was the cock from her cunt, it tasted of petroleum jelly too and had traces of her own flavor mixed along with it.
She tried the same approach as she did on the first man but it got nowhere. Then the cock insisted on jabbing deep into her throat, that's what he liked. Darlene twisted her head from side to side, rolled around the axle of his cock and felt the heat in his limb growing.
She cupped his nuts with her hand and rolled them between nimble fingers while revolving back and forth on his cock. It didn't take as long to work this man up as it did the first, in minutes she felt him push her back, felt the burning cock slide frantically out of her mouth.
He cut it close, he didn't even have to stroke his cock it spilled so quickly. His abundant sperm gushed onto the pillow and puddled with the first pool of jism. Then he was away and the black man took his place.
This was the cock already familiar with her mouth and he put it where he liked. Deep in her throat. Again Darlene's nose was covered with hair and her neck bulged with the great fill. She felt his hands on her head, they grabbed and started to pump her like a melon onto his cock. She had had this done to her before and it flooded back the memories of the horrible nights, or were they days, she had suffered in this room.
The cock pounded unmercifully and she realized that all the nights weren't horrible, just the nights with men wearing the damned masks of Chuck!
The cock flew from her lips and the man wrapped his hand around it. She watched with dazed vision as his hose blasted gush after gush of frothing, plentiful juice down to make the puddle of jism enormous. He finally rose to his feet and backed away. The pillow sat before Darlene like the silk pillow before a queen on her coronation day. But this one had no crown, just a puddle of jism.
She hoped she was finished with the disgusting men as she reached out to retrieve the pillow. At least there was sperm, at least she could rub it into her cunt after they left and enjoy that much of this dissatisfying sex.
As soon as her shaking fingers touched the satin pillow Darlene learned how wrong she was. The men all came forward, two grabbed her arms and pulled her away. She didn't fight, she just went limp and moaned, it wasn't over yet. The black man picked up the pillow and held it before his leering mask of Chuck as the others placed her in the center of the room.
The tall black man approached slowly, he reminded Darlene of the ring-bearer in a wedding, or the bishop carrying the crown to the waiting queen. He stopped in front of her and paused. Then slowly, deliberately he lifted the pillow up and brought it down on her head.
Darlene sat in stunned silence as she felt the large quantity of semen trickle through her hair, into her scalp, down across her ears and onto her shoulders. It smothered her beautiful hair, coated her like a cream rinse. Then the men walked from the room and left her with her pillow.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was Saturday morning so Ken stayed in bed. He felt relaxed, calm. The sun sprinkled its beautiful light on the bedroom draperies, it was a great day outside. But he had plans for an even greater one inside. He knew Betty would be coming over early to take care of the kids.
When he heard the front door open Ken's heart started to pound and as each step came closer to the hallway his breath grew quicker. He could see her through his half-open bedroom door, delicious, blonde hair trailing down her back, another short, flirtatious skirt, this one plaid.
The lithe, well-formed legs of her supple body glowed in his vision as she quietly walked by trying not to wake him. He saw the profile of her proud, full breasts and jutting little rump. The healthy plum had arrived, it was time for breakfast in bed.
"Betty?" he softly called out.
She froze in her tracks and Ken almost laughed. It had been two days since he busted her cherry, two days to recover and heal. But she didn't run home crying, telling, pointing a shaking finger at him and saying, "That's him! That's the man who put his thing inside me!" No, Betty played it cool, kept her sweet-lipped mouth shut. Ken appreciated that.
Slowly she turned around to face his open door with fright filled eyes. He hadn't touched her yesterday, acted as if the whole thing never happened. On the one hand Betty was relieved, on the other confused. What he did to her that night seemed terrible at the time but afterwards she found no scars, no visible signs of harm. It wasn't as terrifying as her imagination let her believe.
"Yes, Mr. Williams?" she quietly whispered.
"Come here."
She hesitated, took one step, then stopped. It wasn't her bedroom, it was Mr. and Mrs. Williams' bedroom, a place where she didn't belong. Ken saw the indecision in her face, the slight opening between her lips and darting eyes. He let her suffer a few seconds more before saying, "It's all right. Come on in."
That was all it took to lead the little bug into the web of the spider. Ken's cock was already growing stiff over the tender flesh of her exposed thighs, calves and ankles. And as he watched how the great masses of her firm breasts made gentle wobbles as she walked his cock grew even harder. She was without a bra and he could see the points of her nipples through the cotton fabric.
"It's Saturday," he said. "Let's let the kids sleep a bit longer."
She stood beside his bed with her hands in front of her, they hung down to her crotch as if they were protecting the little slit inside. "If you say so, Mr. Williams," she politely answered.
He grinned. "You enjoy doing the things I tell you, don't you?"
"I guess so."
"You're an obedient, well-behaved young lady and you like it that way, don't you?"
She nodded, swallowed. "Yes sir, I try to do what I'm told by adults."
"Good girl," he soothed. His hand pulled back the covers of the bed. Betty's eyes were captured by his long, hard prong as it stretched up from its nest of hair to lie across the hair and flesh of his stomach. Again, she swallowed, started to turn and leave.
But Ken's hand grabbed hers and gently drew her back. The big, curious eyes once more zeroed in on the red spike. She stood very still, very silent as his hand moved up her arm and undid the top button of the blouse. He could see her tender skin tremble and cover with goose-flesh as he undid button after button.
She remained motionless as he parted the white blouse and gazed at the breathtaking beauty of her upthrust breasts. The white, delicate flesh was flawless right down to the outer rim of the pink, cone-like nipples. They were soft, warm, loose and the color of papayas. But Ken didn't touch the appealing tits, instead his hand went down to her skirt and lifted.
He viewed the priceless ecstasy of perfectly formed hips and rump. The way they blended, curved and melted together with absolutely no excess meat fascinated him. There was only one other body he admired in such a way, Darlene's. Betty's undies were powder blue and quite brief. The crotch covered a filled hump of prime meatiness and wrinkled together to slide under the mound and nestle next to the lips of her amazing, tight little hole.
He also observed how the back of the undies were caught up between the cheeks of her mounded rump. Each melon-like bun was visible down where it met the leg, each had a slight line of demarcation where thigh stopped and fanny began. The panties seemed to struggle from the glory of her squeezing flesh up like an hour-glass to spread across as much of the velvet hills as possible.
Ken left the skirt, he liked it on her all crumpled up around the thinness of her waist. But he slipped a finger up to the elastic waistband of the panties and gently tugged them down over the white globes. They were hairless, with only the slightest hint of peach-like fuzz, and covered with goose-bumps everywhere his finger happened to touch.
She let the panties fall to her feet as he drank in the choice slope of her ass down to a deep crevice of shadow. Her front was puffy, fluffed up like a down pillow with its wisps of fine hair reaching out to his face as if they were begging to be matted down with saliva and sperm.
Ken used both hands to bend his cock straight up in the air. She didn't know what to do except stare at the intriguing monument. With an amused smile on his lips Ken hooked one finger out and motioned for her to move closer. Betty seemed hypnotized as she leaned down, as the long waves of her hair brushed across his stomach, as her lips parted open and hovered less than an inch above the swollen, flared cock-head.
Ken lifted his hips up only slightly and she came down to lick across the glans with the tip of her tongue. Then she kissed it, then the lips opened slightly and Ken could feel her suction as his cock worked slowly inside. Her lips stretched and cheeks bulged out as more of the shaft entered but she didn't stop until it was halfway in and soaked with the thrashing wet of her tongue.
Ken reached over and grabbed her legs to guide her up onto the bed and into a hands and knees position over him. Now he could take a good look at her twat, her asshole, her whole area of entrance. The cunt hung above his face and glowed as if it was made of gold, the light hairs still invited him, still begged for the touch of his mouth and cock.
"That's the girl," Ken whispered. "Suck my cock deep, get it way in there and suck hard."
She couldn't answer but he felt a powerful draw all along the length of his thrilled pecker. He used his fingers to part the lips of her twat and peer inside. A narrow tunnel of pink flesh greeted him, firm, tight, resilient. Then his hands opened the cheeks of her ass and he gazed at the miniscule hole of her ass. He 'Couldn't believe his cock got in there, it was just so small!
Betty's body shuddered, she shook and pounded down hard on the filling cock. She was climaxing, shooting her wad even before he did anything. Ken grinned, he was thrilled as he watched the lips of her cunt juice up suddenly, shine and shimmer with a good coat of juice.
He lapped the flat of his tongue up to drink her honey and she tensed. It was highly arousing to her to have a mouth full of pulsating cock and then feel a tongue entering her. The white fanny started to vibrate and press down on his face as Ken's tongue darted deep inside the juice-gushing pussy. His face was smothered in the succulent warmth.
Betty's hands touched the balls below her eyes, the loose-skinned bag with hairs all over it. The lopsided lumps inside were a curious thing, funny-looking, yet somehow a very compelling sight. She tried to slide her tongue between his cock and her tight lips to touch the sac but failed. Finally she lifted off the soaked tool and quickly brushed her tongue and lips down across the neglected testicles.
She then grabbed the reddened cock in one hand and trailed her moist lips deftly up it while stabbing around it with the limberness of her tongue. When she reached the top she engulfed the head and pressed down until it lodged deep inside the itching confines of her throat.
She shuddered again, twisted, expressed herself with gushes of wetness on Ken's lapping mouth. He found his tongue fit inside the little twat perfectly while his nose nestled in the pinch of her asshole. And the feel of her smooth thighs and cushioned buns against his ears, forehead, cheeks was as wonderful as anything he could remember. If he could stay buried in this chalice of tastes and hugs forever he would, he told himself.
His tongue slid up to the rectal opening and teased her taut ring of pink. Again she tensed, again Ken had to apply force behind the tip of his tongue. It separated the muscle, eased inside like a flowing jam tit tantalize and thrill Betty's hot insides.
She shook violently, twisted her ass down on his face and groaned as more tongue fed inside her. "Oh! Mr. Williams! I like that!" she finally cried.
He didn't want her to wake the kids but couldn't take the time to warn her. Then the thought of Leila going next door and saying, "Daddy had his face between Betty's legs," made him think twice. Ken momentarily removed his tongue and whispered, "Shhhh, the kids are sleeping."
He didn't have to, Betty already realized her error and was back at trying to swallow his whole cock. Ken felt her fanny squirming, trying to locate the missing tongue, begging to be re-entered. He grinned, realized just how lucky he was to have such a cooperative, willing nymphet right next door for the plucking whenever he wanted. His tongue lashed out to cover, then separate the dancing anus.
She now plastered her head deep to his crotch and felt the cock-head force past the bend of her throat. It was difficult to breathe, hard to keep from choking, she drew away almost instantly and paused before trying again. But Ken felt her eager drive, felt the squashing press of her inner throat and pushed his hips in the air.
Betty inhaled deeply and plunged down to please. The wet, slick cock mashed totally inside and stretched her neck. Ken twisted with pleasure and Betty twisted back with her whole mouth and throat. She worked at the cock like a robin does a worm, swallow as much as possible and twist the neck to work it further down.
Ken felt as if his cock was inside a squeezing, flesh-lined washing machine. Her youthful vitality gave her the strength and stamina to keep the cock in her for long periods at a time and soon he felt the joyful pleasure building deep down in his trembling guts.
"Yes ... " he hissed. "That's it, that's exactly the way to do it!"
Betty had tasted jism for the first time when he made her suck the slime off his cock the other night. Ken knew it and made sure she got a good taste this time by pulling out of her throat when he felt it coming. He stopped when his glans was in the middle of her mouth being rubbed by the tickling, swirling tip of her tongue.
He also made sure she didn't back away in fright by placing a hand on the back of her head. When his first explosion of cream came it startled her, she did try to pull off. Ken pressed down and felt her mouth filling up with his payload of steaming jism.
He jerked into her with each gush, fucked into her young mouth with load after load of filling sperm. And Betty was afraid to let it leak out and stain the bed sheets, she held it there, confused, not knowing what to do. As Ken's cock drained and he slid from her lips she drew away quickly and held it all inside.
She tried to get off the bed and go for the bathroom where she could spit it out but Ken grabbed her arm. She stood before him in a state of absolute frenzy while he laughed. Then he drew her nimble body down to his, felt her breasts squash on his chest and laid a hand on her forehead in a gesture of tenderness.
"Swallow it," he calmly said.
She didn't move for a long time. Then as if she were the naughty daughter refusing to eat her vegetables and he was the stern, insistent daddy, she swallowed. Three enormous gulps took most of it away, she had to work with her tongue to push the rest down. But it was gone and Betty realized the taste in her mouth was pleasant, something to be proud of.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Darlene felt as if she'd been inside the room forever. It had been. a very long time since her last visitors left, the men who ruined her pillow, her last remnant of a former life where she had a husband, children, a beautiful home. That all seemed so far away now, so clouded ... except for one thing. It was a life she had undervalued, something she took for granted, a situation she risked for a few moments of fleeting fun but now would give anything to have back.
And the tall man, the man with Ken's face. He usually came to her, satisfied her, made things better after the visits by the three bad guys, the men who didn't care about anything but their own pleasures, the men with the faces of Chuck. It saddened her to think Ken forgot.
As she sat wondering the panel door whooshed back, her hand came up to her lips. Was he here now? she asked herself. Has my Kenny finally come?
Her hopes were shattered like a dropped champagne glass as the three men filed into the room, all in masks, all grinning with the face of Chuck. Darlene was on her hands and knees and started crawling backwards like a threatened animal as they approached.
"Nooooo. Oh, my God, nooooo ... " she moaned.
The leering men wore robes of black like menacing witches and approached in a funeral-slow walk. They cornered Darlene's whimpering body and stood in front of her. The robes were gathered in their hands and lifted. She stared at the awful sight of six bared legs bearing three stiff cocks.
"Noooo ... "
Hands came down to stroke the cocks and she realized they were going to shower her recoiled body with their disgusting cream. She grabbed her hair and pulled it into a tight wrap to protect it, that's when she realized it was clean, the jism and residue from the last visit were gone. Without trying to figure out how such a thing happened she balled the hair in her hands, leaned back against the wall and tried to shield it.
Her breasts thrust out, the pink nipples seemed raw, expanded, succulent and the men's hands worked faster at the red, long peckers. Darlene closed her eyes and waited but between the sounds of their working flesh she heard the soft, breezy, whoosh of the sliding door.
She looked between the strong legs and felt her heart jump. Entering the room was the man, the wonderful, strong man with the face of Ken. Darlene let her hair go, lowered her head and lunged into the three stroking men with full force. Two parted after she hit them and she stumbled into a sprawling dive toward Ken.
She landed flat on her stomach and scratched at the floor with her fingernails to drag herself closer and closer. "Ken! Oh, my dear Ken! You've come ... thank God you've come to save me!"
Ken was in a robe of white as blank as the room and he stood motionless inside the door while she struggled to his feet and kissed them with passion. She came to her knees and pressed her tear-streaked face into the softness of his gown until finding the abundant lump of cock. She kissed through the fabric, fondled the thick worm between her teeth and moaned with pleasure.
Her hands swept down to come up under the gown, to race directly for the warmth of his cock and balls. As she touched them an exhalation of pure gratitude escaped her lips, a smile formed on her face. "Ken, you've come. The only man I ever want to touch me, to kiss me, to feel me and fuck me!"
Ken looked across the room at the three Chucks and she burrowed for safety between his legs while following his vision. "Them! I hate them!" she hissed. "They aren't men! They're animals! Bloodsucking animals who want nothing but satisfaction for themselves! They don't care about me! Kill them for me! Kill the Chucks!"
With a wave of his hand the three men instantly departed and Darlene was alone with her chosen man. She kissed the soft hair of his thighs and wormed her tongue up to nestle into the loose flesh of his scrotum. Her mouth yawned open and engulfed the balls, sucked them sweetly inside to caress and stroke them with a loving tongue.
Her hand wrapped around his uplifted spine and stroked to the glans where it squeezed and cupped over the head. She worked her palm over it in circular motions, felt the intensifying heat, the flaring excitement. Then she ran her tongue upward to wet the cock that saved her.
"Dear Ken, I need you so much. Just you, no one else, no one but you forever ... " she murmured.
Doctor August was pleased with her words, he liked to hear her express what she learned. There was only one test left, if she passed it he would declare her cured and send her home. But the time wasn't right yet, soon he would be able to conduct the last phase.
She swam her lips hungrily around the end of his root and pressed down until tasting the deliciousness, feeling the thick knob jam into her throat. Darlene twisted on the cock and let it bury totally inside the loving grasp of her sucking, drooling mouth.
She stabbed two fingers up to the softness of her cunt and stroked. She wanted to be wet, hot, anxious to feel his root when he was ready, fully prepared to show him how much she needed him close, close forever, always at her side. Because alone we are nothing, together we are everything.
Her wobbling breasts pressed against his legs with delicate softness as she stroked herself and sucked his cock. Yet, he only stood there. Stood tall above her and let her grovel like a famished orphan at his organ. Finally his hands came down to the hem of his gown and lifted it away. A shudder of anticipation rippled through Darlene's nudeness.
He put her on her back and ceremoniously came down between her welcoming legs. She could feel the wet heat of his cock-head as it nestled into her juicy snatch. Her thighs opened even wider, she arched to bring her cunt higher, to make it easier to meet the plunge of thick, warming shaft.
August hesitated and watched her breathing, it was in short, gasping clips. If he tested her now it might cause a shock, he decided. There would be time for that later. His mighty cock moved into the waiting lips, parted them expertly apart, slid inside with comfortable, steady strokes.
"Oh '" yesssss ... " she sighed while pulling her legs up and back to jam her cunt around the plunging cock.
August marveled over the wonderful elasticity of her pussy, he thoroughly enjoyed the way it collapsed around every piece of his cock to wrap it tightly in a cast of squirming flesh. It was a superb cunt, a fine hole, the ultimate expression of sexual equipment.
And the breasts, the firm mounds of soft fullness. He ran his hands over them and felt the pink nipples respond instantly. Sculptured, crafted, designed by the finest artist the world has ever known, he mused to himself. Then he decided as his fingers squeezing into the doughy piles that if she were his woman he'd never own a pillow, his head would always rest on these lotion-soft cushions.
The nipples became scarlet with excitement as he pinched and twisted them. The broad buttons rose up to pinnacles and cried for the feel of his lips. August bent down and managed to suck a heaving nipple between his lips while still working his long cock into the incredible oven between her legs.
Rumbles of joy shook her whole torso as she felt his teeth nip at her nipples, as she felt the filling pole make plunge after exciting plunge inside her twisting body. It was a good cock, a great cock, the only cock for her! Ken's cock!
His hands moved downward to cup her ass-cheeks and squeeze. Darlene felt a fingertip circling the rim of her colon, touching, teasing. She relaxed completely and let the finger bring joy to her ass by sliding far inside, twisting, bending, massaging her rectum. When his finger slipped free and she felt the cock making a complete withdrawal she knew exactly what to do.
Her hips lifted up as her legs went wide. The availability of her anus was raised to the tip of the waiting log. He pushed against the smallest hole and felt it strain back with no hesitation to clamp tight around him. He applied his weight and the cock burrowed into the clinging snugness of her anus. Darlene exhaled, smiled up at the face which pleased her so, fucked her so well, filled her ass with stretching happiness.
She folded her legs back to her chest to spike her asshole up to the now speeding rod. It plummeted into her, blasted with great speed to blur the doctor's whipping rump. She was splendid, totally receptive and eager to please him in any way. It was obvious she'd reached total cure but he knew he'd have to make that final test and it bothered him.
Usually it was done at the peak of sexual heat, at a time which would take the greatest will-power to reject him. But he had just left some discouraging information on his desk and knew this beautiful woman would have at least a week to wait before she and her husband would be rejoined. It would be cruel to leave her alone and in such a delicate state of arousal.
The facts all whirred in his mind until he decided not to worry. Complete the intercourse with Darlene and devise some simple test afterwards. She was too good, too sensitive, too beautiful to torture needlessly. August now understood how his assistant felt just before he made that impassioned error with Darlene.
"It feels so good," she whispered. Her cheeks had color, she beamed with blissful eyes 'up at his face and ground her hips gracefully in a circle. "I never want it to end."
August could feel the grasping heaves of her backside as it lifted up to each of his deep strokes. She fucked with the perfect blend of instinct and practice, this woman was at her pinnacle of sexuality.
He felt his cock's incredible warmth and knew he would soon fill her body with his liquids. Darlene could feel it too and quickened her pace. She blinked, grinned, it was so wonderful to have a man inside her and know he wouldn't stop until she was satisfied.
August pulled his cock slowly from her anus and felt the muscle slide down the head of the wet column. He eased it up to the emptiness of her cunt, knowing where she wanted it when it sprayed. Her willing loins wrapped around his hips and hugged him comfortably into place.
Now he moved with deft, stabbing strokes to inflame the cunt, to drive its heat higher and higher until matching his own. In minutes she was burning her hot pussy walls into his smoldering cock, heaving upward, gasping, running her tongue in circular motions around her lips. She grabbed his shoulders and arms to hold tight and dig fingernails into the flesh as each pounding length of cock pushed her nearer and nearer the brink of complete orgasm.
"Uh! UH! Yessss! Oh! Yesssss ... " she moaned with closed eyes and thrashing hair.
He pounded deep enough to tangle their pubic hairs into one squashed, matted pile, his testicles rested on the globes of her lifting ass. Then the waves of grabbing fury began to travel up and down the walls of her cunt, tore possessively at his slamming meat, tried to clamp the pleasure-giving cock inside for an eternal climax.
"Yes!" she cried as her whole body spasmed and gyrated below his heaving hips.
Then August felt the ripping pressure of pent-up sperm scorching along his cock to thunder inside the trembling box in a torrent of release. Her cunt savored every pumping jerk of the spewing pecker as it graced her with flow after flow of the thick, white paste. The hole was saturated, filled, brimming with the heated overflow of frothing, streaming cream as it dripped from the lips and spread in a wide ring of shiny, sticky, snow.
Their arms wrapped around each other and they hugged for long minutes as the successful cock slowly withdrew from the roaring applause of the still quivering pussy. August waited until it slid free of her without help, he was in no hurry today, not today. This was the last time he'd have the pleasure of being with Mrs. Williams.
When he stood up he knew she'd see the smeared remains of their lovemaking on his cock, knew what she'd do. Darlene came to her knees, reached out for the shrunken peter, brought her mouth close to suck it clean.
"Wait," August said.
She stopped instantly. The voice, it was a strange voice, a voice she never heard before ... not the voice of Ken. With wide, unknowing eyes she looked up at the man standing before her, the tall man with the splendid prick, the man with the smiling, familiar face of Ken.
He removed the mask and stared into her eyes. After a brief moment of apprehension her eyes narrowed, she spit and snarled, "Who are you? Get away from me!"
She jumped back and scurried across the room to stand against the furthest wall from this man. "Leave me alone!" she screamed. "Get out of here! Ken? Ken! Where are you, Ken? Save me! I need you, Ken!"
August quietly turned and left the room. Outside he turned to an assistant and said, "She's completed the therapy. After she calms down have one of the girls bring her to my office."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
In numb disbelief Darlene followed the young nurse in the crisp uniform from the white room. She was taken to a well-furnished suite of rooms and shown the washroom and shower. While she bathed and washed her hair she smelled food cooking and was greeted with a delicious meal afterward.
Finally the laundered jeans and sweater she wore on that day so long ago when she met Chuck at the beach were handed to her. She dressed, looked at herself in the mirror, still wondered what was happening, where she was. The nurse refused to answer any of her frequent questions by saying, "You'll learn everything very soon."
When? Why was she here? For what reason other than the insistent pleasures of the many men? What was this white-walled chamber of tortures and fulfillment? How were her children? The people she missed and loved? Ken? Dear, Ken, her husband?
"He's fine," answered the bearded Dr. August after she was ushered into his office. The questions blurted from her mouth and he listened with an understanding smile. Darlene liked him for some reason, trusted him, knew he meant her no harm. In a funny way he reminded her of Ken but didn't look at all like him.
"And your children are happy, they miss you and look forward to your return."
"You mean I can go?" she asked.
"In a little while. First, I feel obliged to explain what you've been through. I know your interests are now concerned with leaving more than anything else, but once you're away from here the questions will eventually return," he said.
She nodded, relaxed, there was no hurry. "Yes, please tell me why I was brought here."
The doctor explained everything. As he came to the part about Ken's realizing she was having an affair, about his concern and contact of the institute she started to cry.
"Why are you crying?" August asked.
"Because I wronged him so ... I was so stupid to take such risks with everything I cherish, my home, my kids, my lovely husband."
"Then you understand why he resorted to our experimental therapy? Why he wanted you cured more than punished?" he quietly asked.
"Yes," she replied.
He then explained the therapy. "We use very thorough methods to induce a rather simple form of retraining. Re-identification, if you like. The pattern of events you went through was designed to make you realize the values of momentary indiscretions as opposed to the obligatory values of marriage."
"You mean the foolish risks involved for a few minutes of pleasure with someone you really don't care for?" she asked.
"Precisely. But at the time you believe you care for this person because he answers a need in you. What we try to make you see is that your husband has everything necessary to meet those needs, the shortcomings are yours, not his."
She nodded with understanding. Then she smiled. "I don't know how to thank you. I guess I put up a hell of a fight to keep from realizing I was wrong ... but you've set me straight. There's nothing I want more than to go home and hug my husband and never let him go."
August cleared his throat and looked Darlene square in the eye. "We have a problem there ... "
"What? You did say he was all right, didn't you?" she asked with alarm.
"Yes. He's in excellent physical condition. The problem is of another sort, a problem like the one we just cured you of. Unfortunately, it seems that infidelity is a contagious disease. Whether you caught it from him or he from you is of little concern. But what does concern me is sending you back to an environment that isn't sterile. "
Darlene blinked, he could see she understood precisely what he meant. "Are you sure?" she asked.
August opened a new portfolio on his desk and pushed it to her. The glossy photographs were living proof of his assertions. "We have a very complete program here, Mrs. Williams. It isn't solely concerned with the patient, we also monitor her home and working environment. Needless to say this sometimes overlaps into the privacy of the mate who originally contacts us ..."
"That's Betty," she whispered. "The little girl from next door ... "
"We also have a financial plan available for this kind of occurrence, we call it the family plan ... "
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sunday morning, Ken looked at the calendar. Darlene had been gone, what was it, six days? Either way she wouldn't be back until tomorrow at the earliest, no hospitals release patients on a Sunday. He looked out the rear window of the house into the backyard next door.
There she was. Betty. Stretched out on a towel soaking in the sun. Superb. Her slender body and swollen breasts hardly covered by the scandalous excuse for a bikini. His little fawn, nymphet, baby-doll, all toasty warm in the sun, a little wet with delicious perspiration, cooking her meat so it would melt like tender filets in his mouth.
He heard the car in their driveway and rushed to a front window. By peeking through the blinds he could see Betty's parents and younger brother driving off. On their way to church, then a drive in the country, he figured. Left Betty behind because she gave them some silly excuse about homework or something.
His kids were asleep because he didn't want to bother with feeding them. They'd be good for hours yet. Ken ran to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then hurried to the back door. He went straight for the fence and looked over. There she was, still stretched out like a roasting quail waiting for him to sink his teeth into.
"Pssssst, Betty?" he whispered.
Half asleep in the warm sun Betty rolled onto her side but didn't wake up. She had undone the straps of her tiny bikini top and a bare breast rolled free like a mountain of baker's dough. Ken's hands automatically made a squeezing movement, his cock felt the electric charge of excitement as the pinkish nipple glared brightly.
He licked his lips and whispered a little louder, "Betty? Betty, wake up."
She stretched and the top fell away completely to lay each pointed tit into his sun-drenched sight. Magnificent, he breathed, perfection. They wobbled slightly as she sat up and blinked, looked around, wondered what had caused her to wake up. She was dreaming, dreaming of sex on a surfboard with the cutest guy she saw at the beach last week, a lonely-looking, blond young man.
"Betty?" Ken called again.
She looked over and saw his face peering at her. Suddenly she realized her breasts were bare and became embarrassed. With both hands she tried to cover them but did a poor job because they were so large. The impressions of her fingers in the soft flesh made them distort. Ken's cock made a lurching lift to complete erection.
"Can you come over for a few minutes? I have a little problem," he said.
Betty attached her halter and walked to the fence. She didn't appear totally enthusiastic, as eager as the morning before. "Gee, Mr. Williams, I don't know if I should. I've been thinking about the things we were doing and ... "
"Wait!" Ken could tell the brush-off when he heard it and wasn't about to stand for it from a young kid, 'no way. "I said I have a problem and need you to help. Now, are you going to refuse me?"
She was taken aback by his firm manner and didn't really know how to handle it. She nodded unwillingly and strolled to the end of the fence. Ken could hardly wait, she wanted to play coy, dump him now that he taught her everything ... like hell she would, this was too good of a deal to let out of his grasp. He would make sure she never refused him by threatening to tell her parents, expose her disgraceful antics publicly, say she was masturbating on his couch and tried to keep him quiet by offering sex. That would do it but that could be taken care of at a later time.
He couldn't hold back and his hands grabbed her shoulders while they crossed the patio. He spun her nimble body around and drew her near to plant his lips fully on her mouth. She seemed to resist, then fret, finally her tongue lashed into his and twisted.
He pulled her down to the chaise lounge and unfastened the bikini top. The breasts rolled back into his vision, into the firm squeeze of his hands and licks of his mouth. She was silent as his face burrowed between the white tits and sucked at the succulent fullness. But she felt warm, it was nice, it would be good to get in some more practice before meeting her dream-man on the beach.
When he felt her hands gently stroking the side of his head Ken knew her will to resist was smashed. She couldn't help it after feeling his talented tongue wash across those sugar-cone nipples. Well, he had a big sugar cane for her, a raw one as sweet as candy.
He pulled the brief bottoms of the bikini down from the cheeks of her tender ass and worked it off her feet. She was nude, bare, the quail was prepared for eating and his mouth watered freely as he shrugged away his shirt and pants. The patio was semi-private, not ideal, but Ken had no thoughts about security running through his boiling brain.
She spread open the limber legs and exposed the ripe health of her blonde-capped cunt. Ken gritted his teeth, the plump slit reminded him of the crease in a fresh apricot, a ripe, mouth-watering apricot begging to be bit. He didn't feel a thing as he leaned over to press his mouth into the succulent deliciousness.
Neither did Betty.
In the office of Doctor August, Agent Twenty-Four said, "He's delivered to the empty room. Number 107. I captured him on the patio with the girl next door. I replaced her garments and carried her back to her own yard where she was sleeping just minutes before. She'll think it was all a dream."
"Excellent," replied August. "How drugged is he?"
"Not bad. He should be recovered any minute."
August pressed the intercom and said, "Begin therapy for 107 as planned." He didn't have to bother with preliminary discussions with the mate this time, that was all taken care of.
Ken Williams blinked his eyes open and stared blankly for several moments. He thought he was blind but couldn't remember any accidents. Was he still in bed? What time was it? He looked for his watch and noticed he had nothing on but a white linen smock, a smock which didn't even come to his hips. His bare cock was exposed. A hospital gown? Was he in a hospital?
He looked down again and realized he had an erection. A very stiff, rather numb erection. Did he have to piss? No, he didn't feel any urge ... why in God's name was his cock as hard as a board? He shrugged, why worry, it'll go down soon enough. His attention went back to the room and he tried to remember entering it. Blank.
Then he crawled on all fours like a sniffing dog, his bare rump jutting behind him. He followed the walls until noticing the shadowed crack, the indication of a door. He could tell it was some sort of sliding door and dug into the crevice with his fingernails. Not a budge, nothing as much as quivered, he was locked in.
The padded white floor was strange, the walls weren't padded so he knew he wasn't in a nut house. He crawled to the center of the room and sat with his legs outstretched before him. There was a slight pain in the right cheek of his ass, nothing, irritation from his wallet. His wallet? That was gone too! His pants! His clothes! What clothes? He couldn't remember the last place he had been and how he was dressed.
"Where am I?" he howled at the top of his voice.
There was no answer. He dropped onto his back and stretched to ease the soreness of his rump. "What am I doing here?" he called out.
Suddenly he couldn't move, his hands and feet felt heavy. He craned his head back to see his wrists and saw the clamps firmly holding him down. His ankles were also trapped. He was stretched out like a crucified man on the floor and struggled to break free.
"Hey? What the hell is going on here?" he yelled with the first trace of panic.
The quiet whoosh made him crane his head up and stare at the panel door. At least someone was coming, someone who could answer questions. What he saw seemed somewhat familiar, he had seen those legs somewhere before ... varicose veins, loose, wiggling fatty tissue, grotesque feet ...
It was a woman, an old woman dressed in a drab, dirty, gray coat with those disgusting legs showing from the knees on down. She faced the wall as the panel door closed and seemed to inspect it. Then a gnarled hand reached into one coat pocket and pulled out a filthy rag, she rubbed the rag across the smudged fingerprints he left there.
Then she turned and opened the coat all in one move. Ken wanted to vomit. Gross, deflated tits hung like wet tissue paper from her pimpled chest. An inflated pot-belly with over-sized navel and absolutely abundant patches of hair bulged out above the lumpy, bowed legs.
"What the hell?" Ken hissed.
As she approached he could see her crotch. A loose-skinned collection of wrinkles which had lost any hint of firmness years ago. Images of apricots and prunes ran through his mind for some unexplainable reason. She must have had pubic hair at some time but now all that was left were a few sparse wisps of gray stringing out from between the folds of decay.
"What are you doing?" he cried as she straddled his pinned body with the knobby-kneed legs.
She started to lower slowly down toward his numb erection, reached ahead of her advancing twat and grabbed it with her hand to hold it upright like a tiny arrow.
"Oh, my God, no!" Ken screeched as he looked up to her face to-beg for pity.
He started to choke, then gasp in horror as he saw the immobile, cherub-like face of Betty grinning down at him.
"Nooooooooo!" he cried as the slobbering tissues of the antique cunt collapsed loosely around his cock. He had to look away and stared at the ceiling. The lights dimmed and suddenly words appeared up there:
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
