Her body shook as she wept, and suffered from the pain of the lashes. She had stopped pleading for mercy. She was taking her punishment in silence.
Mark dropped the branch to the forest floor, and began undressing. Tammy neither spoke, or turned around. She looked out past the tree, biting her lip against the pain, and wondering how far Mark would go in taking out his outrage against her.
When he was nude, and his cock standing erect with sick desire, he moved up behind her, and ran his hand over the welts which were already turning purple and black.
Tammy winced with pain.
"I'm sorry that I hit you," Mark whispered into her ear, as he pressed his erection in between her thighs. "But I had to stop you. I don't think you have realized what a witch you have developed into. Maybe you always were one..."
"Oh, Mark," she whimpered, "we could have talked this out. It wasn't necessary for you to flip out like that."
"I don't think that's true," he slipped his hand in front of her, and began caressing her breasts. Despite the pain and humiliation she felt, her body became aroused as he stimulated her breasts. Her nipples were erect with sexual desire.
Taking the injured young blonde into his arms, her turned her about to face him, and kissed the tears on her face. Her eyes were reddened and she had lost the haughty look he had grown accustomed to. Again, she had the look of a forlorn young girl. That was the look he had fallen in love with that was the girl he wanted.
CHAPTER ONE
"Surprise," everyone yelled in unison as Tammy Korning walked into the Upper Westside apartment.
"Ah, shit!" she screamed. And the room fell silent.
Everyone stared at the lovely young blonde incredulously, not believing that she was about to throw a fit at her own surprise birthday party. The fact that she was just turning eighteen had something to do with this no doubt. But the roomful of older people mostly Seventh Avenue fashion types were not quite so understanding.
"Hey, Mark," one of the guests shouted, "is your youthful fianc� about to throw one of her tantrums?"
"Just because we gave her a surprise birthday party?" another voice chimed in.
"Excuse me," Mark Browning, successful young novelist, and man-about-town, grabbed the willful young blonde, and pulled her down the hall, and into their bedroom.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?" Mark screamed, the vein on his forehead protruding. "I went to all this trouble to invite the people you work with over for a special surprise party in your honor and instead of being pleased, you throw a fucking tantrum!"
"I don't like surprises," she said, standing her ground. "They make me perspire."
"What?"
"You heard what I said."
"For Christ's sake, girl," his eyes were pleading, "don't do this to me. Not now. If you have to torture me, let's do it later. I need these people. If you can't do it for yourself, at least control yourself for me."
"So, now we're being honest," she smiled. "You want them to back your new novel, don't you?"
"It takes a lot of money and contacts to try publishing a novel on your own, sugar," he tried a syrupy approach to calming the unpredictable, but lovely young woman.
"And why should I play your little game? It is, after all, my birthday. You are making it into something for yourself."
"Haven't I helped you plenty?"
"It's been pretty mutual, I think."
"Don't talk to me like that. Everything you own, I bought. When I found you in the park three years ago, you were hungry, and a regular raggedy Anne. You've certainly come a long way baby."
"Don't go acting like Jesus Christ on me now," she sniffed. "You got plenty in return for what you did for me. So you gave me clothes, and a nice place to live, and got me that fashion job on Seventh Avenue. I would have eventually done all that for myself. And even if I didn't, there are plenty of men around willing to look after a cute little blonde like me."
"You are incorrigible, you know that?"
"Don't usethose big words on me, mister!"
"And who got you out of that mess with your father?"
"The police could have done that just as well as you."
"You weren't eighteen, my dear," Mark was trying to calm his temper. His instinct at that moment was to put his powerful fingers around the pretty young girl's throat, and throttle her. "The police couldn't have done Jack Shit!"
"I'm sick of arguing," she announced. "It's my party, and I don't have to sit in here with you and take shit. I'm eighteen now, and I can do as I please."
Tammy Korning turned, and walked out of the bedroom to join the party. Mark Browning sat on the bed and stared after her. "That little witch," he thought to himself, "why did I ever get mixed up with her? She's going to ruin my life."
But Mark knew somehow that he would never be rid of her. Nor would he ever really want to. Tammy was a habit. like cocaine, she was an expensive habit both in terms of money, and emotional balance. And like heroin, he wondered at times if he was going to live through his addiction to her.
The three years they had been together seemed like a moment, and yet, it felt to him as though an eternity had passed since that day in the park.
It was a lovely, warm, and sunny spring day, and Mark decided to walk back from the library through the park. He was used to spending the mornings in the public library on Fifth Avenue researching his new novel. It was a romance, dealing with the Viennese aristocracy just prior to the outbreak of World War One.
Mark had spent the previous year in Austria researching the novel from the European viewpoint. Now it was time to gather material from the American perspective. The novel was to center around two characters the lovely young daughter of an Austrian duke, and a private in the United States Army.
The library work was tedious and boring. He spent most of his time in the stacks, rummaging through old New York Regimental Army records. He was trying to gather background data on his characters. He didn't really have any characters in mind mostly he was looking for characters. Now and then, he would discover colorful characters in the yellowed, old documents. It was an interesting way of working, and he was very confident he would put together a great novel from his efforts.
Mark had tried to sell the concept to numerous publishers. But they all told him that the First World War was no longer of commercial interest. He was told that if he changed it to a World War Two setting, it might stand a chance, and they might be willing to give him an advance against future royalties.
As the young writer walked through the park, he thought about the challenges he faced of going ahead with his work despite what the publishing houses had advised. When his parents died in a plane crash when he was twenty-three he inherited a rather substantial amount of money. But it wasn't enough to last forever. And it definitely would not support him, and simultaneously provide the funds for the typesetting, printing, and distribution of his new novel. Not to mention anything about the requisite publicity and advertising.
He tried not to worry. He had confidence in his abilities and of the potential success of his new novel. It was simply a question of timing, and finding people to back him.
Mark had enough confidence in his writing project to quit his $15,000 a year job as an assistant city editor for the daily newspaper he had worked on since graduating from college. The editors called him a fool for chasing the creative writing rainbow. But Mark was definitely a man with a dream.
He was thinking about where he could get his financial backing while he walked through the park. He was lost in his thoughts. His folks had owned a major Seventh Avenue fashion house, which he sold after their demise, as he detested business. He invested the money in bonds, which helped in his day-to-day survival. But he didn't have access to the $300,000 which he felt was necessary to publish the book.
Mark's ruminations were cut short by the sound of sobbing coming from a nearby park bench.
He glanced over towards the bench and saw a little bundle of human being, wrapped in a large coat, so that only a large mop of blonde hair showed. Mark wasn't sure whether it was a girl or a boy, but by the sound of the crying, he knew it was a young person. And having known sorrow and aloneness, he felt compelled to sit on the bench and see if he could help.
The young person continued to sob while he sat. He was waiting for a break in the crying to make himself known.
"I say there," he cleared his throat. "Is anything the matter?"
Two blue eyes peered up over the rumpled coat. They were surrounded by blood-shot backgrounds. She appeared to be a pretty young girl, but was a bit dour looking. And she looked like she was well on her way to becoming a street person of the Manhattan bag lady variety.
"What's wrong little girl?"
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"Sorry, for bothering you," he turned his head away. "I just can't stand to see a little girl cry."
"Well, I'm not a little girl," she said. "I'm fifteen. And I'm sure you are just like the other men who have been pestering me all morning. Well, I'll tell you this I might not have any money, and I might be a long way from home, and hungry, and all that, but I am not going to do anything nasty."
"I wasn't suggesting that..."
"I know how you men think."
"Oh, you do, huh?"
"Yep, it's because of a man my own father that I am sitting here in the park, with no where in the world to go."
With those words, the young girl broke into heavy sobs again.
"Really, I wish you would at least talk to me," he said.
"Leave me alone," she sobbed.
"Don't be so frightened," he laughed. "I'm a good person. I'm a writer."
"And that means you're a good person?" she looked at him with surprisingly wise eyes for a fifteen-year-old woman.
"Well, I think writers tend to be a bit more understanding of the human condition than others."
"Well, Adolf Hitler wrote a book. And the
Marquis De Sade. Do you think they were nice people?"
"You certainly aren't stupid, are you?"
"No, I can see things coming at me from a mile away," she said. "And I don't believe any lines anymore."
"You sound like an old trooper," Mark laughed.
"Living like I've been living teaches you a few things."
"I'm sure you haven't had it so bad. I really wish you would trust me. Just to talk to. I really don't want anything from you. It's just that I haven't spoken with a young, understanding person in so long. I've been wrapped up in my book spending the mornings in the library, and the afternoons at the typewriter. And at night, I just sit and brood, wondering if it's all worth it."
"I don't know why I should trust you," she paused, "but you do seem a little different than the others. And besides, you're kind of cute."
"Well, thank you," Mark smiled. "Coming from you, I think that must be quite a compliment."
"Don't push it," she said.
Mark tried a different ploy. He was beginning to feel challenged by this young lady. Not at all interested at that point in her as a sexual object, he was more drawn to her because of her interesting character. She reminded the writer of some colorful young character out of a Dickens novel.
"Listen, honey," Mark tried a different approach, "you look as though you've spent a lot of time on this park bench. You must be hungry."
"Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
"No, not at all," he smiled. "I just need someone to talk to just like you. You're not the only person in the world with problems. Your problem just happens to be money right now. Mine is struggling alone with the dammed book I'm working on. And I don't know anyone to talk to not anyone who can appreciate what I'm going through."
"What makes you think I can understand?" she was sitting a little higher, basking in the radiance of being needed.
"Oh, I don't know," he paused, "you just seem to be the understanding sort."
"Well, you can buy me breakfast if you would like."
"Fine," he said. "But my apartment is right over on Central Park West. I can make you breakfast, and you can take a bath. I'm sure it would make you feel better."
"Can I really trust you?"
"Why the hell are you so paranoid?"
"I told you because of my father."
"What did he do to you?"
"He's a drunk. And ever since my mother died when I was thirteen he's treated me like a servant. And a whore!"
"Oh, I am sorry."
"Sorry won't help," she sobbed again. "Please little girl."
"Don't call me little girl," the blonde sniffed. "My name is Tammy Korning, and I'm sure I've been through more in my life than most grown women, even if I am only fifteen."
"Well, your adult highness," Mark smiled, losing his sense of self and problems, in this charming, but sad and bedraggled young blonde girl. "Shall we go to breakfast?"
"Okay," she slid of the bench, and pulled the old coat around her.
It was the first opportunity Mark had had to take a good look at the young woman. She was much more developed and lovely than he had thought. It would be difficult for him not to think of her as a woman.
As they walked side-by-side through the park, the struggling writer glanced over at her, studying her young charm. She was wearing dirty, torn sneakers, faded jeans, which looked like they would need to be boiled in disinfectant, and a man's tee-shirt loaded with holes. Yet, despite her meager wardrobe, there was a sweet, girlish glow about her. Her hair was filled with dust, but it was readily apparent that she was a blonde princess of unique beauty.
Her blue eyes sparkled, and her skin was creamy smooth, and youthful. Her mouth was small, and there were still some traces of fuscia lipstick on her lips. He couldn't see her figure, as she had the bulky coat he figured it to be her father's wrapped around her.
The young woman was studying Mark rather carefully as well. She thought him handsome, but she certainly wasn't about to tell him that or even let on that she found him interesting. She was trying very hard not to like men. Especially, not to trust them.
As they entered the large apartment building, and the doorman tipped his hat at Mark, she was beginning to wonder what sort of situation she was finding herself in.
"I thought you said you were a poor writer?" she whispered as the lift took them to the fourth floor.
"I have things, mostly inherited," he said, "but not much cash. And that's what I need."
"Can't you sell some things, and then use the money for what you want?"
"I wish it was that simple," he sighed, as they got out of the elevator. "But I'm not the executor of my parents' estate. My uncle is.
And he thinks I'm nuts for trying to be a writer. He calls me a dreaming romantic, and says he will fight me every step of the way."
"Why are grownups such ass-holes?" the little girl asked a rhetorical question.
"It's not grownups," he said, "it's people."
Mark turned the key in the lock, and opened the door to his spacious apartment.
"My word," she gasped, "what a beautiful home. And you have a fireplace."
"One in the bedroom, too," he smiled.
"We have a fireplace up in Buffalo."
"Oh, is that where you're from?"
"I'm sorry I said-that."
"No reason to be," Mark said, moving across the living room to open the window. "It's a bit stuffy in here."
She was beside him. "You won't send me back, or call the police or anything like that?"
"No, of course not. If your father is as bad as he sounds, I don't think there's anything to worry about. He certainly won't come looking for you. If he really sexually abused you, then he would be more afraid of the police than you. You only ran away from home."
"Please, let's not talk about him anymore."
"You were the one who brought it up."
"Oh, look," she gushed, "we can see the park perfectly from here."
"Yes, it's a great view."
"I'll bet you have to spend a lot of money to live here?"
"No, it's a condominium," Mark explained. "It belonged to my parents. When they died, I inherited it."
"Oh, so you are a bit alone in the world, too. No brothers or sisters?"
"No."
"Me neither. It can be pretty lonely when you are the only one. I was pretty close to my mother. When she died, my father started drinking, and getting weird. I look a lot like my mother, actually. I think that's why my father sort of lost control."
"You mean sexually?"
"I don't want to talk about that. I thought you were going to make me some breakfast."
"Yes, your higliness," Mark was rather enjoying treating the willful child as a princess. "Wouldn't you like to take a bath while I'm doing that?"
"Sure," she said. "Where is the bathroom?"
Mark led her to the large master bathroom. He was very fond of the tub his parents had installed. It was sunken, and quite large enough to accommodate several adults. Though he wasn't thinking about jumping in the tub with the girl. Most of his sexual energy had been going into his writing and research. He had thought he lost his desire for physical intimacy altogether.
"It sure is a nice tub," she enthused, "and there is bubble bath, and creams and lotions, and perfume, and make-up. Why do you have these things? Are you a homosexual?"
"No, of course not," he laughed. "They were my mother's. I just never got around to throwing them out. I suppose it's a way of feeling that my mother is still here."
"Gee, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings saying that about you being a homosexual."
"That's alright."
"I wouldn't mind if you were," she smiled. "I would feel safer with you. I might even consent to live here, then. I could be like your maid, or sister, or something."
"Well, I'm not gay, and you are welcome to stay here as long as you want. And I promise not to attack you. I have other things on my mind."
Mark began drawing the bath. "You like it hot?"
"Oh, yes, very. What kinds of things to have on your mind, besides women?"
"The book, of course. The book is everything. But I'll tell you all about that later. Right now, I'll make you breakfast. How do you like your eggs?"
"Cooked."
"Okay, smartie, have a nice bath." He closed the door behind the young girl, and went to the kitchen. He made her fried eggs, toast and coffee, along with half of a grapefruit.
He was sitting in the living room, at a little table by the window, sipping his coffee. He had a cover over the young woman's food. He heard the sound of her footsteps approaching, and he leaned across the table and uncovered her food.
He had quite a shock when he looked over at the young woman as she entered the living room.
"My God, you're naked."
"Haven't you seen a naked girl before?" she laughed.
"But you were so uptight about..."
"I'm not trying to seduce you," she said, "but you can hardly expect me to put on those soiled clothes again."
Mark didn't reply. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was much more beautiful than he had imagined." In addition to her long blonde hair, and exceptionally beautiful face, she had quite a cute body as well. Her breasts were rather small as would be expected from a fifteen-year-old but in a rather sensual way. They appeared as ripened little apricots, topped by pink nipples. There was not an ounce of blubber on her. She was slim, and trim, and her young pussy was covered by a patch of very light blonde hair.
"I say, you really are quite a smashing young woman," he blushed, feeling his penis grow excited.
"Don't act like that," she sniffed. "I didn't walk in here like this to excite you. I just wanted to know if you have any clothes I can borrow. Mine are dirtier than I thought. It was pretty rough hitching down from Buffalo."
"Why didn't you just shuffle?"
"Shuffle?"
"A joke, I guess you're too young to understand."
"Are you just going to sit there and stare at my naked body like some sort of pervert?"
"Oh, yes," Mark stood, "clothes. Let me see,"
He went off to his room, and returned with a robe. "This will have to do for now. We can get you some clothes that fit later."
The young woman put on the blue silk robe, which was quite large on her, and sat down at the table.
The robe was left open in front, and Mark couldn't help but notice the pink little nipples and adorable small breasts.
"So, tell me about your book," she said, with a mouthful of fried egg.
"It's your basic historical romance," Mark said, "set in World War One Europe, with flashbacks to the States. A private in the American Army meets this Austrian duke's daughter and they fall in love. He fathers a child by her before he is killed in battle, and the book follows the development of the child, his adult life, and so on. I haven't worked out all the details yet. But I think I will have him immigrate to Australia before the outbreak of World War Two."
"Why Australia?"
"Oh, I spent some time there a few years ago," Mark said. "I know about it. It's nice there. I would just like to work it into the book. His children, will of course, immigrate to the States. His son will meet his father's sister's daughter, and they will be married."
"But that's incest."
"They won't know it," Mark laughed. "Only the reader will know it. And so it won't make any difference."
"I think you're crazy."
"Of course I am," Mark laughed, "that's why I'm a writer. You have to be nuts to try to make a living this way."
"Do you have any cigarettes?"
"You smoke?"
"Fifteen is pretty old these days," she said.
"In my book, fifteen is fifteen."
"Do you have the cigarettes, though. I really would like one."
"Yea, yea," Mark found himself quickly becoming a servant to the young girl.
Finding a pack of smokes in the kitchen cabinet, he. tossed them on the table, along with a book of matches. "Smoke your brains out, sugar."
"Thanks," she pulled her chair slightly away from the window, and opening the front of the robe, drew her legs up high, so that the bottom of her feet were resting on the edge of the chair.
She lit a cigarette, and as she inhaled, Mark was staring between her young, firm thighs, not believing what was happening.
The pink lips of her youthful vagina were pulled slightly apart by her position, and he was able to look into her. Her clitoris was well outlined. And the young writer could feel his cock begin to pulsate in his trousers.
"Do you think I could get a tan like this?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sure you could."
"Say, I'm not embarrassing you sitting like this, am I?"
"No, not at all," he winced, his cock pressing painfully against his pants. "Fifteen-year-old girls frequently sun bathe nude in front of my living room window with their legs spread wide apart."
"It's nice that you have a sense of humor," she smiled. "I like you. I think I'll hang around for awhile."
"Gee, that's awfully nice of you."
"What did you say your name was?"
"Mark Browning, and yours?"
"Tammy Korning," the lovely young blonde smiled, revealing her pearly teeth.
"Do you mind me asking you a personal question?" Mark was feeling quite anxious.
"Are you really so totally unaware of the effect that a naked, fifteen year old girl has on a man?"
"What do you mean?"
"I think you know perfectly well what I mean," Mark could feel his penis throbbing uncomfortably in his pants.
"Am I exciting you, by being naked in front of you?"
"That's a good way of describing how I feel."
"Well, you should try to calm down," she managed to keep a straight face.
"If this is how you acted around your father, I can understand why he couldn't keep his hands off you."
' "Oh, father is just a drunken fool. All he would do was get drunk, and cry over Mama dying, and stare at me. Yea, I liked to go around the house naked. But that doesn't mean I was trying to start anything with him. Would you like to know what happened?"
"I'm not sure." Mark didn't think he could listen to the tale of incest, without putting his own hands on this little tease. What he couldn't quite understand was whether or not she was purposely tormenting him.
"Well, if we are to be friends, you should know about it. Friends shouldn't have secrets."
"Some things are better left unsaid."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Yes, very."
"Will you buy me some pretty clothes?"
"I'll lend you some money until you can afford to pay me back."
"And how will I be able to do that?"
"I'll help you find a job."
"I don't like working."
"Well, this is real life, sugar. And in real life, people have to work for a living. It's all because of a woman like you that that's necessary."
"A woman like me?"
CHAPTER TWO
"Didn't you ever read the Bible."
"What does that have to do with me finding a job?"
"In Genesis, it explains how because Eye gave Adam the apple of knowledge to eat from against God's command mankind has suffered the damnation of having to work. That was the punishment. Women would have pain in childbirth, and men would have to work for a living."
"Okay, then I'll just have babies, and you can work for a living."
"Oh, I give up. You are hopeless. I will buy you some clothes, and find a job for you. I cannot afford to support you."
"Oh, pretty please," she got off her chair, and with the robe still opened, stood before the young man, and pressed her body against his. "Even if I do you special favors?"
"What sort of special favors?"
"I give good massages."
"Oh, do you?"
"Really. You must get very sore in your shoulders and back from typing a lot."
"That's true."
"And it would feel real nice if I massaged lotion on your shoulders and back. And maybe other places."
"Have you ever been told that you are a little tease."
"Who, me?"
"Yea, you!"
"I'm just a little girl, Mark. Don't be so rough on me."
"Okay, forget it," he sighed. "But for God's sake close that robe. Otherwise, I won't be able to keep my hands off you." I
"Oh, very well," she said, closing the robe. "Do you want that massage?"
"Yes, if you promise to behave yourself."
"Of course, after all, I am only a teenager."
"I don't know what that guarantees. But I would like a massage. Where'd we do it."
"On your bed."
"Why on my bed?"
"There's no reason to be uncomfortable."
"Very well," he said, leading the way into the bedroom.
"You certainly aren't a very good housekeeper," she observed the young man's clothes lying about, and the unmade bed.
"Well, I don't have much time: I'm rather busy with my work."
"Okay, get undressed."
"Undressed?"
"Well, I can't very well massage you if you have clothes on, silly."
The writer felt rather awkward undressing while the young girl, her lovely young body revealed by the open robe, sat on the bed and watched with curiosity.
He removed his shirt, and tossed it into a nearby chair.
"You sure have a hairy chest. My father hardly had any hair on him at all."
"Is he light-haired like you?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's often the case. Dark-haired people tend to be hairier."
"And your pants too."
"Is that really necessary?"
"Yes, you have to be totally relaxed."
"But I'm not wearing any underwear."
"Why not?"
"Oh, they are so uncomfortable. I like to-feel free."
"Well, you've seen me naked."
"That's because you have no sense of modesty. I happen to be modest."
"That's a good reason for you to have me around," she smiled. "I'll loosen you up."
Mark blushed, feeling quite intimidated by the young woman.
"Don't be such a baby, just take off your pants."
With more than a little hesitation, the young man unzipped his trousers, and turning his backside to the young woman, climbed out of them.
"You have a cute ass," she teased.
"You don't have to be fresh," he said, as he moved towards the bed, with his ass still turned to the girl.
"You can turn around. I know you have an erection. You really are a baby. Are you frightened of women, or something?"
He didn't reply. He folded his erect cock up against his belly (it was the only way he could lay flat) and lay on the bed.
"Are you an athlete?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's just that you have a nice figure."
"On me, it's called a build. Not a figure."
"Well, what ever it is, you have a nice one. Do you have a big cock?"
"What did you say?" he coughed with confusion.
"I think you heard what I said."
"I think I'm rather normal, actually."
"We'll see."
"Oh, will we, really?"
"Trust me," she giggled.
"That's a new one trusting a fifteen-year-old child."
"You have a prejudice against youth?"
"No, I didn't mean it that way, and you know it."
"We'll see what you mean, and what you don't mean."
"Hey, where are you going?"
"To get some lotion from the bathroom," she said.
She returned a moment later with a bottle of rose-scented lotion. Mark turned to observe her, still not sure what to make of this precocious young blonde, when she dropped the robe to the floor.
"And why did you do that?"
"It's pretty hard to give a massage when you're swimming around in a huge robe, silly.
"I'm not so sure you aren't the silly one. What are you trying prove anyway? I think I understand what happened to you and your father better now." :-
"Don't be so sure of that," she sniffed. "And I don't want to talk about him anymore. And if you are such a holy one, then why are you staring at my pussy like that?"
"Oh, was I staring?" he turned away. "Sorry."
The young girl got up on the bed and sat herself down on top of the writer's ass.
"What are you doing now?"
"This is the best position for rubbing your back, she said as she squeezed a large amount of the pink lotion on his back.
"That may be true, but aren't you taking some chances?"
"What sort of chances?"
"Well, with your pussy rubbing against my ass like that, I have a notion to get excited."
"A notion to get excited?"
"Yea."
"Is that anything like getting horny?"
"Let's just forget the whole thing," he gave up trying to communicate with the young woman, and placed his head on his hands.
The young woman began to massage the lotion into his shoulders. And while it felt very nice, he was thinking more about the sensation of her warm pussy sliding across his ass. He wasn't positive, but he thought sure that her pussy was growing rather hot, and moistened as it slid over his firm ass cheeks.
The massage was nice, too. She started with his shoulders, working on the knots of anxiety that had grown deep into his muscles. Then she worked on the neck, and massaged his upper arms, before working down his back towards his waist.
"You give a nice massage."
"I enjoy it," she said, moving her pussy back and forth along the crack in his ass. The young girl was obviously masturbating, and Mark was becoming increasingly aware of just what was going down.
He couldn't believe his good fortune to have stumbled upon such a lovely young woman, who was also very much into erotic stimulation. But as much as he felt stimulated by her hands, and her sliding cunt, he was worried. She was, after all, fifteen, and he was thirty And there were laws which strictly forbid what he knew had to happen. And he also knew that he couldn't stop it. His cock was gaining the upper hand, so to speak.
Tammy slid down off his rounded ass, and crouched with one leg on either side of his left leg so that her pussy was still pressed tightly against him. Mark was certain by this time that the girl was stimulated. Her pussy was hot as an iron, and filled with hot lubricating moisture.
All thoughts of legal problems, rules, and regulations evaporated into thin air as his body flushed with desire.
The young woman massaged his ass globes, kneading the pliant flesh, and moving down to his upper thighs. She massaged his legs so thoroughly, that he felt as though he were made of rubber. He could not remember being so totally relaxed.
She turned her body about, so she was facing his feet, but with her pussy still pressed tightly against his thigh, and lifting one foot, and then the other into the air, she massaged his feet so expertly, that he felt he was in heaven.
He never before realized how sensual it could be to have one's feet rubbed. When she started on his toes, he could feel droplets of jism dribble from his penis. She cracked the joints in his toes, and then took each of his toes individually in her mouth, and sucked them. It was rather provocative. She sucked as though the toes were miniature penises. And it felt nearly that wonderful to the young man.
"Taste good?" he managed to speak without moaning with pleasure. It was difficult.
"Just like eating rose petals," she giggled.
He could tell by the pussy juices which were now freely flowing over his thigh, that the girl was also quite stimulated.
Turning around again, she kneaded his ass cheeks, slowly moving her fingers towards the inviting crack in his ass. Moving into the furrow, she touched his opening He jerked with surprise.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you," her voice had deepened somewhat, and she sounded very sensual. "I just want you to relax."
She rubbed addition lotion onto her hands, and fingers, and continued toying with his anus.
Mark didn't say a word. He had surrendered. The girl had total control over him for the time being.
She slid her finger all the way into his ass, and he could feel the tip of her finger pressing against his prostate gland. The tip of his cock tingled with excitement.
"You like that, don't you?"
"It's okay."
"Don't lie, admit it," she was really an expert at taking the upper hand.
"Where did you learn these tricks?"
"My father is a pervert."
"I think you made a big mistake leaving him," Mark moaned with pleasure. "I think you both belong together."
"Very funny," she sniffed, pulling her finger from the man's anus. "Now turn over."
This time Mark did as he was told. He was quite turned on, and for him, there was no turning back.
As he rolled over, his huge erection popped straight up.-
"You have a nice one," she smiled. "I reckon it's about eight inches."
"Nine to be exact."
"Did you measure it?"
"Once, when I was younger, and crazy like you."
"So, now you are starting to remember what it's like to be young."
"Vaguely," he moaned, as she sat on his upper thighs, with her hot little pussy nearly touching the shaft of his throbbing member. But she didn't quite touch him. And Mark wasn't sure whether it was accidental, or just part of her willful technique.
She covered her hands with additional lotion, and began rubbing the rose-scented cream into his chest. Her eyes were glued to his. She was apparently enjoying watching the effect she was having on him.
Her eyes spoke of truth as well. They were half parted with pleasure, and the tip of her pink tongue protruded slightly, as she rubbed it along her lips.
Her hands worked slowly but steadily down over his chest and abdomen towards the star of the show. His trembling reddened fuck stick was standing straight up, with droplets of jism dribbling over the head of the penis.
"You certainly seem to be enjoying your massage," she observed correctly.
"It's very relaxing," he stared at the ceiling.
"I'll bet."
And when she gently touched his cock, Mark nearly jumped off the bed.
"Calm down," the young girl said. She was quickly proving herself to be an inspired tease. And Mark wasn't sure how to handle it. He was intimidated by her. So far, she hadn't really done anything to indicate that she wanted him. It seemed more like a test of who had the stronger will. And she seemed to be winning.
Her hand suddenly grasped his erect penis, and she began to stroke it gently. He was still staring at the ceiling, not quite sure what he was supposed to do.
"Just trying to give you total relaxation," she purred. "You do understand?"
"Yea," he sniffed. "Just don't go to far now. Let's remember our ages."
"Oh, sure. I just think of this as another toe. Sort of a big toe."
"I see," he was having difficulty speaking. His head was reeling with excitement, as heat began to center in his groin. His nuts were already beginning to ache with the tension. He hoped prayed that she wouldn't leave him hanging, but would fulfill the promise she was making with her hands.
Tammy was stroking his cock rather furiously. Her grip was tight, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for Mark to withhold his deep moans of pleasure.
"Is this relaxing you?"
"Oh, ever so much," he continued with the charade.
"I'm happy. There seems to be fluid coming out of the tip of your penis. What does that mean?"
"I have a suspicion that you know perfectly well what that means."
"I'm just a little girl. You can't expect me to know everything."
"Well, those are just several droplets of pre-ejaculatory semen."
"Do you have to be so scientific? I don't know what you mean."
"It means that I would like to come."
"Oh, I see."
"Do you, really? I doubt it. I think that maybe you are a very nasty little girl, and you are making fun of me.
"No, I'm not any of those things. I am just trying to make you feel relaxed. I know you work so hard. And you've been so nice to me.
"Yea, well, you can stop now. I think I'm quite relaxed now, thank you."
"But your voice sounds so strained," she purred. "I don't know how you can be relaxed. I wonder if you really know how it feels to be relaxed."
"Listen, honey," he moaned. "Oh, forget it. You're impossible to talk to. Just do what ever you want. I'm not going to fight you anymore."
"Have we been fighting?"
"No, everything is wonderful. Let's not talk." He felt absurd, lying there, with the lovely fifteen-year-old blonde stroking his man-sized cock, acting as if it was the same as shaking his hand.
"Well, since I sucked on your other toes, I might as well suck on this one, too."
"Oh, God," he murmured as her sweet young mouth came down on the tip of his member. She ran her tongue gently over the head of his penis, and took the sensitive organ into her mouth. Running her tongue over the surface, she swallowed the droplets of jism which had continued seeping out. Her hand remained fastened tightly to his rod, and she continued stroking it as her mouth moved deeper and deeper on the fuck stick.
Mark could feel her hot pussy juice run down over his thigh. He was trying desperately to retain some control over himself. But it was quite difficult. He slowly began pumping his organ into her mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"Just trying to make it easier for you," he explained, beginning to feel that he would never gain the upper hand with this woman.
"Oh, that's nice of you."
And then she went back to sucking at the erect penis.
Mark moved his hands up to her chest, and began massaging her breasts.
"Oh, thank you," she smiled. "My chest is beginning to get sore from all of this."
"That is not why I am rubbing your lovely breasts," he sighed, trying to keep himself under control.
"Why are you rubbing them?"
"I'm trying to make you feel good," he said.
"Why?"
"Oh, shut up, will you."
"You don't have to be so nasty."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I'm just getting excited."
"Well, I wish you would try to. calm yourself."
"That's rather difficult while you are sucking on my cock, and doing your best to tease me into a fucking temper tantrum."
"Well, talk about lack of appreciation," she said, moving away from the extremely excited young man. "I don't think I want to massage you anymore."
"You can't just leave me like this."
"Why not? I think I have given you a nice massage. What more could you possibly want?"
"I think you know."
"Know what?"
"For God's sake girl, don't tease me like this. You are driving me crazy."
"I thought all writers are crazy anyway."
"Please," he looked so helpless, "suck on me some more."
"I don't think so," she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs dangling over the side. "My mouth is tired."
The young man's cock was standing straight in the air. His balls were aching with expectant tension and a full load of hot semen and he was trembling with hostility.
"What do you want?" he sat up. "Do you want me to rape you?"
"Now you sound just like my father," she winced. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you.
I should have stayed in the park."
"Please don't do this to me," he took her in his arms. But she remained aloof. So cleverly enjoying herself.
"I have no idea of what you are saying. I am just a little girl. You have to understand this. Maybe when I am older..."
"Shut up! If you say another word like that, I am going to break your pretty little neck."
"Killer!"
"Oh, for God's sake. I didn't mean it. Please, what do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I ran away from home so I wouldn't be bothered by my father. And now you are acting just like him."
"Okay, just for the sake of convention," Mark was finding it very difficult to communicate, "let us say that you really don't understand these sorts of things. Let us say that you really thought you could just touch my penis, and suck on it, and nothing would happen."
"What's supposed to happen?"
"But I don't believe a word of it. I think you are a sadistic little witch. You are a bad seed. A naughty girl. And I don't think this is at all funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny," she said.
"What are you trying to be?"
"Me."
"Well, you better learn a little about yourself ... And then why is it that your pussy is so wet? Huh? Why is it that if you really don't want to fuck, your cunt is soaked with desire? Answer me that, if you can."
"Oh, that's just perspiration. Suddenly, Mark was shaking with anger. "Okay, I'm going to pretend . . J No, I'm actually going to believe that this is all real. Even though it seems like a nightmare to me. I think that you are afraid. You are afraid of your own sexuality. You really want to make love to me. You want to suck on my cock. You want me to shove it in your sweet little bush. But you are afraid. So you just play around it. You approach it, but you won't go all the way. Is that true?"
"Why do you have to be so forceful?" she rebutted. "Why can't we just take things slowly. I am really starting to get angry now myself. I have been very nice to you, haven't I?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"And now you are being greedy. Why do you have to try to psychoanalyze me. Why can't I just do the things that I am comfortable doing? Push, push, push. Did you ever stop to think that the problems I have are because of exactly the kind to things you are saying and doing to me."
"No, but..."
"But nothing. Just because I am a little girl, and you are big grown man, you think that I can just fulfill all your needs. There is a big difference in our ages."
"Now wait a minute, sweetheart," Mark protested. "If all of that is true, then why did you lead me on like that?"
"like what?"
"like touching my cock, and sucking it, and shoving your finger up my ass."
"Well, I..."
"See, you are just playing with my head. Confusing the issues. I think what you want is to be raped."
"Don't get so crazy," she warned him. "Do you really want to rape a fifteen-year-old girl?"
"Of course not," suddenly the weight Of the situation he found himself in began to focus. "Hell no. I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole!"
"How about with a nine-inch cock?"
"Now, you see what I mean?" he snapped. That's the kind of talk that pisses me off. Though his cock was still erect with excitement, he was desperately trying to retain some control over the situation especially in light of what could happen to him if he did indeed have sex with this girl. But the instincts were so strong.
"Do me a favor," he gasped, fighting his desire to plunge his cock into her snatch.
"What's that?" she smiled in a way that made him want to strangle her."
"Get your clothes, and get the hell out of here."
"Do you think that's being reasonable?"
"I can't be reasonable. You've made me so horny I would fuck a sheep if there was one here."
"I saw a sheep in the Central Park Zoo this morning."
"I think what you really want is a beating."
"How about a joint?"
"Huh?"
"Do you have any marijuana in the house?"
"What is this, a bust?"
"No, I just would like to smoke a joint. Maybe it would calm both of us down. We wouldn't need to fight. Perhaps we could talk calmly. You know, make a deal or something."
"A deal?"
"Do you have any weed? I mean any really good stuff?"
"Yea, I have some grass. I can't write without the stuff."
"I like it, too."
"How old were you when you started smoking?" he asked as he climbed out of bed, his pulsating fuck stick still sticking straight out.
"Twelve."
"Shit, well I'll tell you, a lot of things have changed since I was a teenager."
"It's like progress, eh?"
"I'm not so sure of that."
"Here, let me roll it. You seem too nervous."
"I'm not nervous!"
"Well, then why are you all red, and shaking like that?"
"I'm pissed off, God dammit."
"You don't have to scream at me."
"I'm sorry."
He watched as the young girl, her naked body driving him mad with lust, began to roll a marijuana cigarette.
He couldn't take his eyes off her face that beautiful, angelic face, which seemed to mask a satanic child, and those tiny breasts, with the strawberry-pink nipples. And her little blonde-covered pussy. He looked at her pussy lips, and instead of pink, they were now crimson. And her clitoris was blood red.
He knew she was horny, too. But why she was torturing him, he couldn't fathom. His romantic side refused to believe that the young girl could purposely be tormenting him like this.
But his rational self expected the worst.
His cock hoped for a miracle.
After she rolled the joint, she lay down on the bed and began puffing away. They soon were stoned.
CHAPTER THREE
"I don't know why fate has presented me with this problem."
"What are you talking about?" she looked at the dark-haired young man with keen interest.
"It had to be fate," he sighed. "I've been so clever in being able to keep women away from me.
"Why would you want to keep women away from you?"
"Because they are trouble for me," he explained. "They keep me away from my work. They drive me crazy. It's just like what you are doing to me now."
"I'm not doing anything to you."
"Oh, no? Then why am I so excited? I should have been writing hours ago. Instead, I'm sitting here with a fifteen-year-old girl, getting stoned, and not knowing what the fuck is going on."
"Oh, I see what you mean. But I'm not stopping you from working. You could go and work right now if you want."
"You know I can't. Some forces are playing games with my head." .
"Are you a crazy man?"
"No, I am not a crazy man! I think you are a crazy girl. And I wished I had never met you."
"But maybe what you say is true. Maybe we were meant to meet. I think it's exciting to think so."
"Jung called it synchronicity," he said.
"Who is that?"
"He was a German psychoanalyst," Mark explained. "He had this theory that there is a reason for everything that happens in our lives. That there is no such thing as accident."
"That sounds sort of mystical to me."
"It is in a way."
"Are you feeling better now?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm so confused. I have feelings for you, Tammy."
"It is sort of strange to be sitting her naked on the bed with you," she smiled. "We are stoned, and your cock is still stiff as a board, and you are talking philosophy to me."
"What should we talk about?"
"About us."
"I thought that's exactly what we were doing."
"I mean about our future."
"Oh, and so now we even have a future together," he laughed. "I don't know if things are ever going to be the same for me now. You have me so confused."
"You keep blaming me. I just don't understand that."
"Listen, sweetheart," he was growing impatient again. "Let's get one thing straight. You are a woman, and I am a man. You may be fifteen years old, but you are rather well developed for your age."
"I thought they were kind of small, actually," she touched her breasts.
"I don't mean your tits, God dammit!"
"Do you have to lose your temper again. It's so undignified."
"I think you know exactly what's going on," he said. "I think you want something from me. And I'm not sure exactly what it is. So just lay your cards on the table."
"I thought it was you who wanted something from me."
"Okay, let's approach it from that angle. I would like to make love with you. I know you are only fifteen, and it's against the law. So, why don't we make a deal?"
"That makes me like a prostitute, doesn't it?"
"Well, in a way, I suppose," he admitted. "But married women are prostitutes in a way then also. Aren't they? The marriage contract just sets the ground rules."
"So, then, what you are saying, if I understand you properly," she was looking at his cock, "is that if I agree to become your lover, you will give me something in return."
"Precisely, now we seem to be understanding each other."
"Now, what would I want?"
"How about free room and board?"
"You mean I could stay here, and you'll buy me clothes, and feed me, and give me say $100 a week?"
. "You think very fast for such a naive young lady."
'I catch on fast, that's all."
"I don't think I could quite afford those terms," he said. "I was thinking more along the lines of free room and board, and I will try to get you a good job on Seventh Avenue."
"What's on Seventh Avenue."
"That's the fashion capital of the world, my dear. We can lie about your age, and perhaps get you a sales job. I think you are certainly clever enough. You definitely are getting out of me exactly what you want."
"I think you are projecting."
"And you are a lot more intelligent than you let on as well. Something about you scares the hell out of me but I have to have you."
"Judging by how long your cock has remained hard, I would say you want me pretty badly. I'll tell you what. I will except your terms if you put it in writing."
"You are a clever little wench. But I should point out to you, because you are not eighteen, a written contract isn't legally binding."
"Well, it's not exactly going to be a contract," she smiled. "I was thinking more along the lines of a statement."
"A statement?"
"Yes, go to your typewriter and write the following: I, Mark Browning, thirty years of age, have initiated a sexual relationship with Tammy Korning, age fifteen."
"Jesus Christ," he protested. "You could ruin me with that."
"Only if you make me if you don't live up to the bargain." She placed her hand on his cock, and stroked it. "I'm worth it," she smiled. "And I promise when I am eighteen, I will destroy the note."
"When you are eighteen," he correctly observed, "it won't be a problem. I can't be prosecuted for what happened before you became of age. Shit you really have me over a barrel."
"Oh, don't be such a baby," she continued stroking his cock. "I'll be worth it."
"Show me. Suck my cock."
"First type the note."
"Shit!" he screamed, and getting off the bed, moved over to his typewriter. He typed the note, and handed it to the very clever fifteen-year-old girl.
"Okay, sign it, and date it."
"Fuck!"
After he had done as he was told, the girl disappeared from the room for several minutes. "Where did you go?" he asked. "I hid the note."
"Do you think I could find it?"
"I'll tell you what," she smiled. "If you can find the note, you can tear it up and the contract will be broken."
"I don't want to break it. I haven't even touched you yet."
"But you want to, don't you?"
"Listen, sugar," he said, "no more talk. Let's make love."
"What do you want from me?"
"I would like you very much to sit on me like you were before let's pretend that we haven't had this delay."
The lovely, naked young woman sat on the writer's thighs, and began stroking his cock.
"Put the lotion on," he requested.
"Yes, we might as well make it slippery."
"Slippery like you," he smiled, "accepting that he had just been had by a very clever young girl. But he was so horny, so filled with the heat of desire for her young flesh, that he didn't mind. For the time being. The pact was complete.
"Oh, that does feel nice," he moaned while the young girl stroked his firm, hot stick.
She had a devilish smile on her face, and her eyes twinkled with mischievous delight while she stroked him harder and faster.
"Oh, yea," he moaned, "that feels so very nice."
He reached up to her chest, and began caressing her little tits. Her pink nipples rapidly became erect, and she cooed with pleasure. Now she was offering him all the youthful lust she had hidden so well.
Sliding down off his thighs, the pretty young blonde kissed the tip of his dick, and the horny young man nearly had a spontaneous orgasm.
Her pink young tongue glided gently over the crown of his manhood, and as she took the entire head of his stick in her mouth, she placed her fingers around his nuts and began caressing him.
The heat surged in his loins immediately: He thrust his pelvis forward, and cooed with ecstasy as the length of his penis slid deeply into her hot mouth. She began sucking him with inspiration. Squeezing his balls lovingly, she took his entire nine inches in her mouth nearly gagging on it and gave him the best blow job he had ever had.
His hands moved lightly through her golden hair. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have the beautiful young girl sucking him off. He looked down at her face, watching the fat cock move slowly in and out of her mouth. He took delight in seeing her mouth stretch to take him in.
Faster and faster she sucked. He directed his toes against her pussy, and felt her sticky lubricating juice seep from her hole. He began gently frigging her by rubbing his toes against her clitoris, and as the little tease became increasingly stimulated, she sucked him faster, and harder.
He could feel a load of jism begin to build. He was pumping fast in and out of her mouth. His throat was dry with anxiety, and excitement pounded in him.
"Oh, honey," he moaned, "swallow my juice. I'm almost there. Oh, yea."
He pumped faster and faster, and suddenly released his load of jism into her mouth. He writhed wildly on the bed. All afternoon had been a torment for him. And now he took delight in the pleasure at hand.
He watched her gulp his juice as he drove his cock in and out of her mouth. Droplets of jism dripped out the sides of her mouth as he moved his cock in and out.
Faster, and faster he moved his spitting, cock in her mouth. It was a glorious feeling, and he reveled in it.
The young girl obviously enjoyed the sensation immensely. She squeezed his balls lovingly as her mouth moved back and forth over the stiff penis.
When she had finished swallowing his spent jism, and Mark and ceased his writhing and moaning, he slid his meat from her mouth, and reaching for her head, brought her lips to h is.
"That was wonderful," he sighed, kissing her, taking delight in her youthful beauty and sexuality.
"I'm glad you liked it," she smiled. "I really wanted to do it all along. I just had to make sure that I wasn't going to get the shitty end of the stick."
"You are very clever," he smiled, hiding his anger, which was now surfacing following his ejaculation. "How about if I have a little taste of your sweet pussy?"
"Fine with me," she rolled over on her back, and spread her legs wide. The young man climbed between the firm thighs, kissing the blonde down-covered inner thighs, and taking delight in the hot fragrance of her fifteen-year-old pussy as his mouth drew closer and closer to the fountain of pleasure.
"Oh, my sweet young girl, how I have longed to do this all day." '
"Don't talk about it," she giggled, "just do it. I've been waiting patiently, too."
"Oh, you are a little devil," he snorted, as his lips pressed against her warm gash.
His tongue searched around inside the opening of her sex, sliding over the dewy sides, and swallowing her hot lubrication. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her pussy up firmly against his mouth.
He was sucking her like a man possessed. And he was that. Placing his hands beneath her lovely ass globes, he pressed his tongue firmly against her magic button.
His hands moved to her tiny breasts, which he squeezed mith mad passion, while his tongue flicked, and wagged, and probed, and searched.
"You suck so nicely," she moaned. "You are going to give me such a nice orgasm, I can tell."
He didn't bother answering. He simply continued to suck. And their passion mounted swiftly. The bed was rocking with their passionate movements. Faster, and faster he sucked. And her fingers dug into his scalp. Her finger nails dug at the flesh beneath his curly brown hair. But he was oblivious to pain. He was intent on making her come. Driving her wild with passion controlling her.
Faster and faster he sucked, and she writhed, and bucked and then she came.
"Oh, yea," she groaned, "you sweet little pussy sucker. I love it, I love you. . . "
He sucked harder and faster. And as she bucked and kicked and moved swiftly up the ladder to orgasmic oblivion, it was clear that a beautiful sexual liaison had been formed albeit at a heavy price.
"Enough, enough," the girl called out.
"You're hurting me."
"Sorry," the randy young man moved his juice-covered mouth away from her steamy slit, "I guess I was getting carried away with myself."
"I wish you wouldn't use your teeth on me like that anymore."
"Okay," he smiled. "But you have me worked up so much."
"I understand," she sat up, but I think a little rest would do us good."
"A rest hell!" he shouted. "I've been wanting to fuck you all day. Nothing is going to stop me now."
"Let me rest," she said. "Are you kidding?"
"No, that was a lot for me. Don't forget, I'm just a little kid."
"A little kid my ass. Now, get down, and spread your legs. I've had about enough of your cock-teasing."
"No!" she giggled, still persisting in her sadistic teasing, and shjumped off the bed, and ran out of the room.
"Not so fast," he ran after her. "This isn't funny, you bitch. You've pushed me past my limit. I won't stand for anymore of this." , She was fast, but not fast enough. He caught up with her in the living room. He tackled her, and threw her to the ground. The way she was kicking and biting, it wasn't clear whether she was serious or not.
It didn't matter, however. Mark was intent on taking his pleasure in her pussy, and he wasn't about to let anything get in his way.
The wrestling excited him. He fought with, her for several minutes, and despite the struggle she offered, the stronger male managed to pin her to the floor and move between her lush thighs.
"Oh, please don't rape me like this," she tormented him.
"Don't pull this crap on me, girl."
"No, let me be ready for you. I want it to be beautiful. Really."
But he wasn't buying it. The struggle had excited him, and as he held her wrists to the carpeted floor, he used all his pelvic force to move in between her thighs. His cock pressed against the moistened opening, and he sank slowly into the tight opening.
"Well, it's obvious you haven't been fucked too often," he grimaced, as he had to shove his way inside.
"Please be gentle," she moaned. "This is all so new to me."
He wasn't sure whether or not he should believe her. Tammy had been lying to him all day. And he felt that she had made quite a fool of him as well. But she was extremely tight. And though there was plenty of lubrication, it was a bit of a squeeze.
"Oh, this excites me so," he moaned, pressing deeper and deeper into the tiny pussy. She struggled against him, but he sank in deeper and deeper despite her efforts to pull away.
Very slowly, she began to grow used to the sensation. Her whimperings were transformed into moans of pleasure. And then her legs were spread wider and wider, and he managed to sink all nine inches of his manhood inside of her.
"Oh, Mark," she swooned, "it is nice. Yes, I like it."
"I'm so glad," he sighed, "it's nice. It feels wonderful to be inside you."
Mark pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her passionately as his cock moved slowly in and out of the tight young pussy. She matched his movements with slow, sensual gyrations of her pelvis. They were locked in a hot embrace of pure pleasure, and were both moaning in the grip of extremely hot pleasure.
The young-woman reached her hand down to her clitoris, which she began stroking slowly, working on bringing herself to the doorstep of orgasm. His meat turned and pushed back and forth, and the movements of her finger tips against her clitoris matched his in and out movements.
"Oh, it's so good," she swooned. "Are you going to come soon?"
"Not in your pussy," he smiled, moving his cock slowly back and forth in her tight box.
"What do you mean?" she suddenly pulled her fingers away from her pussy. A look of fear was painted across her face.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"If you are thinking about doing what I think you are thinking about doing, the answer is no."
"You don't have a choice."
"You want to put it in my ass-hole don't you?"
"You're very clever."
"That's a sin. It even says so in the Bible."
"Don't quote the Bible to me, you scheming little bitch. So, you want to be my house guest? Well, you're going to pay for it."
"Don't forget our bargain," she smiled. "I could always turn you into the police for rape."
"You could."
"You make it sound as though I won't."
"I'm just not so sure I care."
"Of course you care," she laughed. "And I mean it. I'm not going to stand for doing anything I don't want to do."
Mark suddenly pulled his cock from her pussy.
"Why did you do that?" she protested, sitting up.
"I told you I didn't want to come in your pussy."
"Because you are afraid I'll get pregnant?"
"That wasn't what I was thinking about, to tell you the truth," he said. "But it is a good reason."
"I guess I should get some birth control pUls."
"I'll send you to the doctor tomorrow."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to suck you off again."
"You know what I want to do."
"Yes, I know, and the answer is no."
"Why are you so adamant?"
"Because my father tried it once, and it hurt terribly. I swore I would never go through that again.
"Of course," she went on, "I didn't let him do it."
"How did you stop him?"
"I hit him over the head with a whisky bottle."
"That was sweet of you."
"He was trying to fuck me in the asst And I told him not to. He was drunk. He's a monster when he gets drunk."
"But I want to so much."
"You only want to because I don't want you to. I know how you think, Mark. You like being able to get away with things. like you like the idea of making love with a fifteen-year-old girl."
"Of course I do," he admitted. "And I bet there's no man who wouldn't like to do that."
"Maybe so."
"Let's make a deal."
"What sort of deal?" she asked.
"What can I give you that would allow me to take my pleasure in your ass?"
"What do you think I am, a whore?"
"All women are whores," he announced. "And we've been making deals all day long."
"But this is different," she said. "I've enjoyed all the things we've done together today except you were a little rough fucking me."
"I promise to be very gentle. I have a special technique."
"I think you are just lying. There are no special techniques. You just want to shove that big fat cock of yours up my pretty little anus. And that's more pain than I can deal with."
"Do you like cocaine?"
"Yea, a whole lot!"
"I'll get us a gram of coke if you let me."
"Really!"
"Yea, I won't lie. You'll find that out about me."
"Well, I just don't know. That's a lot of pain to go through. But cocaine is sort of nice. Oh, well, if you promise."
"I do, I do,"
"Do you have any vaseline."
"Yes."
"Okay, go get it. Better yet, bring it into the bedroom. You sure do drive a hard bargain."
"J think you are getting the better deal," he said. "Cocaine in New York City costs $125 a gram." '
"Yea, well you don't have to take that giant sausage up your ass. I am a very little girl and you are a very big man."
"I told you I'll be gentle."
The young girl went into the bedroom while Mark got the vaseline out of the bathroom.
His cock was pounding with desire as he entered the bedroom, to find the young girl lying on her stomach on the bed.
"I don't know about this," she said. "I'm not sure if I should go through with this."
"I thought you like cocaine?"
"I do," she pouted, tears forming in her eyes, "but I'm not sure if I like it nine inches in the ass worth."
"Don't be a baby. We are going to have to get used to each other. Don't you have any kinky things you're into?"
"Of course, but no pain," she answered.
"How about the psychic pain you laid on me today?"
"The what?"
"Ail that lying and teasing. You wrapped me around your little finger, and made a total fool out of me. I feel like Dr. Faust signing a pact with the devil."
"Well, it's not like that. I was just trying to protect myself. Here I am in the big city, all by myself. And it's pretty scary."
"Well, sugar," he sat on the side of the bed, and stared hungrily at her firm little ass globes, "I have to protect my interests, too. If I am going to be wrapped around some fifteen-year-old's finger, I want to at least feel like I'm getting something out of it."
"Wasn't it nice the way I sucked you. And I let you fuck me, and suck me."
"Big deal."
"Okay, but promise to be gentle?"
"Yes," he smiled, thrilled with lust. He opened the jar of vaseline and covered his cock with it. He used an extra-large helping, making certain that the girl would not be excessively disturbed in her ass.
She turned her face to him and watched.
"You r cock looks like a greased pole."
"That's the general idea, honey," he smiled. "I want it to slide right in."
"Maybe it would be better if you put some vaseline on my anus."
"Okay, sugar," he smiled, pressing two fingers deeply into a jar of vaseline he kept handy for just such an emergency.
Pressing the thick, clear goo against her little pink anus, she wriggled with fear mixed with pleasure.
"Oh, you will be gentle, won't you?"
"I'll do my best."
"Could we smoke a joint first?"
"Why?"
"Oh, I just think it would help me relax."
"Always it's delays with you."
"I really don't mean to be a tease," she said. "Before I had to. I'm just a little girl. I have to look out for myself. But I want to please you. You've been good to me so far. I think you understand me. Please try to remember, I am only fifteen, and all of this is so new to me."
"Yes, I understand," he smiled. "I'll roll a joint. But don't you go anywhere. No more of your tricks."
"No more tricks," she smiled. "I promise."
Mark rolled a joint, his greased cock still pounding with hot desire for penetration into the deep, dank depths of the young girl's anus.
Lighting the joint, he sat back on the bed and shared it with the tense young woman. He couldn't take his eyes off her ass.
"Are you sure there is no way I can get out of this?"
"You mean the sodomy?"
"Sodomy?"
"Sodomy, buggery, ass-fucking it's all the same. What it means is me shoving my big, fat cock up your sweet little young ass."
"Do you have to make it seem so perverted?"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, my God please don't do this to me," the young girl wailed with pain as Mark pressed the head of his well-lubricated cock into her extremely tight, and obviously virginal anus.
"I'm really not trying to hurt you, darling," he said, pulling his cock back out. "There must be some way we can approach this so it doesn't hurt you so much."
"God, I hope so," she pouted. "I don't know if I can go through with this. Why is is so important, anyway?"
"Because it's there."
"like a mountain that has to be conquered?"
"That's a good way of putting it," he said. "But it's you who have to be conquered."
"I really don't understand men and their sexual trips," she sniffed. "I like sex don't get me wrong. I like sucking your cock, and feeling you inside of me. But it's so obvious that your cock is just much too big to go into my little ass-hole."
"It would be nice if I didn't have to force it," he said. "But I'll be dammed if I'm not going to be inside the sweet young ass of yours."
"I guess I just have to accept it. Do you promise I'll get used to it?"
"I promise. In fact, I'm sure you will be the one who begs for it."
"I can hardly believe that. But can I just ask you one more question about it, before we try again?"
"Sure. Shoot."
"Do you want it to hurt me? Are you trying to punish me?"
"No, it's not like that at all. I wish it didn't hurt at all. What I would like, is to have it all work smoothly. I would just like to be able to grip you around the waist, and press myself inside of you. That would please me."
"Okay, I guess I might as well try to get this thing over with," she said.
"Yes, let's do that."
She was on her belly again, with her legs spread wide. Mark's erection was still at full staff. He was enormously excited by this young girl. He simply couldn't get enough of her.
Placing his hands on her ass globes, he pulled her slightly apart, and stared hungrily at the pink opening. The tiny, puckered little entry seemed to yearn for him. But yet, it was gripped tightly. He pressed his finger against it, and it opened and closed like a sea urchin. He pressed in deeper, and it clamped him firmly. It was warm, and smooth inside.
His cock was pounding with desire now. But he wanted to stretch her still.
"Does that hurt?"
"No," she said. "I only wish your cock was as small as your finger."
"Really?"
"No, I guess not," she sighed deeply, wondering how in the world she would be able to fit his nine inch monster into her little girl's behind.
He pressed two fingers now into the opening, and then three. "How about now?"
"It hurts a little," she sighed, "but I think I'm much more relaxed."
"I have an idea," he said.
"What's that?"
"Pull your knees up under you a little," he helped her raise her ass up off the bed. "There, now your sweet little pussy is exposed."
Mark Browning began rubbing the young girl's succulent slash, pressing against her clitoris, and frigging her until she began to pant with excitement.
"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "that feels so wonderful."
"Now you do that," he said. "It will make all of this feel so nice."
The young blonde reached between her thighs, and began toying with her sex. She took hold of her glistening clitoris, and rubbed it gently, while the writer moved in behind, for the kill.
He could feel the heat radiating from her hot groin, as his cock took aim and came up against her little rosebud. Moving his hands up to her small breasts, he began caressing them, toying with her nipples, and his cock slowly slid inside the hot tunnel of love.
"Oh, Mark," she moaned. "You feel so good. Deeper, honey. Oh, yea."
He couldn't believe how easily it was all happening now. While she frigged herself onto the heights of pleasure, and he squeezed her little girl tits, his cock sank half way in. He looked down at the puckered opening, and felt a rush of excitement. He could feel the heat mounting inside. He felt a shudder of glorious, and victorious pleasure move along his spine.
He pressed all the way in, and groaned with sublime delight. "Oh, Tammy, that feels so good and hot."
"I like it, too," she groaned. "Just be gentle. I'm so sensitive back there."
"Oh, I will," he groaned, and pressed himself all the way he could, before pulling out to the tip of his cock, and then repeated the movement. She groaned with hot delight as the large penis filled her, and then emptied her. Her lingers danced merrily upon her throbbing clitoris, and her nipples were erect as little statuettes.
It was a thrilling experience for both. Mark's great pleasure derived from the joy of conquering the willful little girl. All day she had been teasing, and taunting, and inside he was thrilled to dominate, to force his cock into places where it was not supposed to go.
As the little brat became more and more excited, he began fucking her faster, and with more gusto.
"Oh, oh, oh," she mumbled in unison with his downward strokes. "I think I'm going to come soon."
He was still some distance from his discharge, and he was pleased that it would go on for some time. He was enjoying himself immensely. In and out, in and out, it was a thrilling rhythm his cock danced to.
As the young girl approached the precipice of orgasmic oblivion, she began wriggling around on the cock like a fish on a line. The sensation of the wriggling little golden girl on his pulsating stick filled him with additional pleasure. He could feel his balls tingling with excitement, churning hot come begging to spit far into her rectum.
"Oh, Mark," she groaned, "I'm coming, you make me feel so good."
"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, as he drove his cock in and out of her with increasing fervor.
As the young girl orgasmed, she relaxed, and collapsed to the bed on her belly.
She looked delightful, lying there on her belly. With long, delightful strokes, Mark continued to plunge in and out of the tight orifice.
The young woman was thrilled beyond description. She continued moaning as the stiff rod moved faster and faster. He was fucking her now as if he was in her pussy. He was rough, and his strokes were wild. Her anus was stretched completely, and she continued to moan with delight and hump against the hard invading stick.
"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "I never dreamed it could feel so good."
"I knew you would like it when you got used to it," he sighed, continuing to plunge his mighty dick in and out, and press along the sides of the narrow tunnel.
"Tell me when you are going to come, honey. I want to make it especially nice for you."
"I'm almost there," he said. "Oh, yea, I'm going to come. Oh, get ready."
"I'm ready," she sighed.
And then the young man began convulsing with delight, ramming his stick in and out of her, spitting hot semen into her rectum.
She thrust her ass up against the invading rod, and used her sphincter muscles to grip him, to squeeze the jism out of him.
"Oh, you little fuck artist," he groaned, "you do that so well."
"Thanks, you are a good teacher."
They continued to grind and groan for several more moments, as she milked his cock in her ass. And then, when they were finally depleted, he withdrew his meat, and fell beside her on the bed.
"That was one hell of a nice ass fuck."
"And I enjoyed it," she sat up, cooing with delight. "I can't believe how good it felt. All I had to do was relax."
"Yea, I guess it's like doing anything for the first time."
"Next time I'll be much better," she promised.
"I know you will."
And then they fell into a deep sleep. Mark hadn't slept so well in weeks. Suddenly the novel didn't seem so important, nor the fact that he was totally alone in the world. Nothing seemed to matter but the knowledge that the lovely fifteen-year-old girl was by his side.
Tammy's dreams were also sweet. But even in the dream, she felt that she would have to be careful with Mark. Even at fifteen, she realized that dealing with men was a fine art. She would have to keep him in his place, if she wanted to gain the independence, and sense of security which meant so very much to her.
She was the first to wake. It was early evening. She sat in the bed and observed Mark. He seemed to be very deeply within his world sleeping like a baby. She studied his face. His long brown eye lashes curled up, almost like a woman's, and his face was so very full of character.
Tammy found herself falling in love with the young man. She thought about what it would be like to be with him always as a life partner. But she sensed that she could never let him know how she felt about him; at least, not at this stage of the game.
Placing some lotion in her hands, she began rubbing his back. She liked the feel of his muscles against her fingers. She liked the smell of his perspiration, and the way he smiled as he began to waken.
"Oh, yea," he moaned, "that feels so nice. What a pleasure to wake up to some one caressing me."
"Aren't you a lucky boy?"
"And are you a lucky girl?"
"Yes," she smiled, "I think we're both very lucky."
"Hey, I feel hungry," he said.
"Me, too," she agreed, "but I need a shower. I feel all sticky."
"But first, let's kiss."
"Oh, you are so romantic."
"You won't take advantage of that, will you?"
"Who, me?" she giggled, willfully.
Turning her over on her back, the writer pressed his lips passionately to hers, probing her mouth with his tongue, and running his fingers over her precious little breasts.
"You feel so very wonderful," she murmured, as he moved his lips down along her neck.
"But you're going to get me all hot and bothered again," she smiled. "Let's go take a shower."
Mark felt slightly embarrassed as he followed the young girl into the bathroom. His cock was fully erect again.
"What are you, some kind of pervert?"
"No, really I'm not," he said. "It's just that I like you terribly, and think you are a very sexy young woman."
"Thanks for the compliment," she smiled. There was something so very grown-up about the fifteen-year-old. Though she was built like a child, or perhaps a little boy, he thought of her as a woman, possessing all the magic, and mystique of a highly evolved woman.
Mark had to keep himself under control to fight against a natural desire to humble himself before the little angel. So much, he would have liked to act out his fantasies, to place her on a pedestal, and bow to her majestic beauty.
But he kept all those thoughts inside. He leaned against the tiled wall, and watched the precious young blonde open the shower door, and adjust the water so it ran quite hot.
"I like it hot," she smiled.
"I know," he winked.
"And you have a big fat erection again, don't you?"
"Well, that is rather obvious," he smiled. "It's difficult to hide my feelings."
"We'll have to do something about that," she giggled, as she stepped into the shower.
Mark followed her, enjoying the warmth of the hot water cascading down over his shoulders and back.
"I'll wash you, and then you wash me," she smiled.
"You have a deal."
Taking the sponge off the shower shelf, Mark lathered the porous material, and starting with her chest, lathered her titties, her arm pits, her belly, and then he concentrated on her pussy.
"You sure are washing me well down there," she observed.
"I just want to make you sparkling clean."
"I'll bet, you little pervert."
"Well, at least we understand each other."
With his penis still fully erect, Mark crouched down in the shower, and did her legs, and her cute little feet. Then, turning her about, he concentrated on her back, and her ass cheeks. Tossing the sponge aside, the handsome young man used his hand to wash the crack of her ass. He thrilled to the sensation of running his hand along the dank furrow, and down under her vagina.
She was warm, and sensuously moist.
His finger probed her sex, and she cooed with delight.
"Don't get me too horny yet."
"Why not?"
"Because I want to wait."
"Okay, " he said, "I'll take my time."
He watched the young blonde splash and play in the hot water, holding her arms up over her head to rinse the suds from her pits, and then using her hands to focus the direction of the water, she rinsed out her pussy, and anus.
"I feel really clean and good now."
"Good, then it's my turn."
With his reddened cock still erect, and pounding with excitement, the young man sighed with pleasure while the pretty blonde child lathered her hands and washed him.
She pressed her lips to his as her hands reached under his arm pits, and then over his chest, down his belly, and to his groin.
"Are you erect all the time?"
"Only when I'm with you," he smiled.
"Well, I should hope it's not with anyone else. You know, I'm rather possessive."
"I'll try to bear that in mind. Oh, yea, I like that just fine," he groaned, as she moved her lathered hand slowly over the length of his penis.
Reaching her hand under the massive stick, she took his balls in hand and squeezed them lovingly while with her other hand she began lathering his legs.
He was still in a never-never land of inner glory sexual glory while her hands moved down over his hairy legs.
She washed his toes very carefully, and then turning him around, she lathered his back, and moved to his ass cheeks.
"You have a cute ass," she smiled.
"Not as cute as yours, though, eh?"
"Of course not," she laughed. "You have a handsome ass, and I have a cute one."
"Are we all finished now?"
"No, not quite," she said. "I wanted to inspect your penis, just to make sure I got it all clean."
"I assure you it's the cleanest cock in town."
"Well, let me just see about that."
And turning the writer around, she took his cock in her hand, and began stroking it. "Gee, that feels very nice. You have such a big, handsome cock."
"You sure know what to say."
"I think I might just have to kiss it. What do you think about that?"
"It's all yours."
"I wish it was," she laughed, as she crouched down under the shower water, and pressed her lips to the hot red tip.
He sighed with approval, and put his hands on her blonde-covered head, rubbing her scalp gently, and thrilling to the joy of her mouth against his cock.
Her tongue slid gently over the head of his meat, and parting her lips slightly, she began to take the large stick inside.
With her hand cupping his hot nuts, she slid her mouth over the length of the fuck stick, and began moving her mouth back and forth.
"Oh, you suck so well," he swooned. "You really know how to turn a fellow on."
"You are good inspiration," she managed to mumble, with the cock still implanted in her sweet young meat. She began sucking him furiously now, moving her sweet young mouth back and forth over his pulsating rod.
"I think I'm only good for one load right now," he said. "You've really worn me out. I'm not used to all this sexual excitement.
"I do hope you aren't going to deplete all of my natural resources," he added.
"Well, should we fuck then?" she said, sliding her mouth off his cock.
"That would be nice," he was nearly panting with excitement. "Why don't you lean forward and hold onto the handle of the soap dish?"
"like this?" she said, leaning away from him so her sweet young ass was fully exposed to him. .
"Yes, that's quite nice," he said.
"You're not going to put in my ass again, are you?"
"Who me?"
"Yea, you."
"Perish the thought," he laughed, putting his arm around her waist. "I just thought a little rear-entry action would be fun."
"Oh, Mark, you make sex into an amusing, wonderful experience," she smiled. "I'm glad I found you."
"Who found whom?"
"Does it matter?"
"No, I guess not," he said. "All that matters is we're here together. And I'm about to push my cock into your sweet young box."
"You make me feel so needed," she sighed, feeling the head of his cock press up between her thighs, from the rear, and slowly enter her pussy.
The young woman pressed her hand over her pussy, and began squeezing her clitoris as she felt the delightful sensation of cock pressing into pussy.
"Oh, what a cock you have," she groaned. "You make me feel so good. Shove it in all the way."
"Fifteen, and you already sound like an old whore."
"Please, don't belittle me," she said. "I like it only with you. With my father, I hated it."
"I should hope so," he said. "But let's not talk of that now. Let's simply enjoy the hot joy of our sex."
"Good idea."
With his hands planted firmly on her narrow hips, he pressed his cock as far inside her pussy as he could from the rear entry position. She used her pussy lips to grip him, though her young pussy was still quite tight, and while she rubbed her clitoris, they pumped against each other, the hot water running sensuously over their bodies, exciting them terribly.
"You don't mind if I change holes, do you?"
"Gee, I'm pretty sore back there, Mark."
"Oh, come on, be a sport," he sighed. "I'll be gentle. I'll use soap as a lubricant."
"Okay, but hurry," she said, "I'm almost ready to come."
"Why don't you just stop frigging yourself for a couple of minutes?"
"That's a good idea. You're so smart. I guess that's why you are a writer."
"It helps," he laughed, not sure whether it was because of his simple way of seeing things, or because he felt all that smart.
"At times, I feel rather stupid, actually."
"That's because you are so smart."
"I'm not sure if I understand that one," he laughed, pulling his cock out of her pussy, and lathering it abundantly with soap.
The young girl turned. "Don't you really understand what I mean?"
"About what?" he had already forgotten the discussion.
"About how only intelligent people realize how stupid they are."
"I think I'm much too , stupid to comprehend that," he said.
"Oh, now you're just teasing me."
"No I'm not," he laughed. "Please tell me what you mean."
"Are you really interested in the things that go on inside my fifteen-year-old mind?"
"Oh, yes," he said. "I really am."
"Okay," she blushed with excitement, "well, what I meant was that it seems to me that people who think they are really smart you know the type; the ones who think they have all the answers aren't really."
"Aren't really what?"
"Intelligent."
"Why is that, do you suppose."
"Well, I think it's because to be really smart means to realize that there is just so much to know that it's hopeless. The real genius one who goes around in awe of all there is to know, feeling rather stupid."
"You have a very cute way of putting things."
"Thank you."
"But what about Einstein, and Dickens, and people like that real geniuses."
"I think they must of thought themselves rather ignorant, really. I mean they spent their lives pursuing knowledge. I don't think they were ever really satisfied. To be satisfied is to just stop growing."
"Where did you get these kinds of ideas?"
"I don't know. I just sort of thought of it."
"Come on, something must have triggered it. Here we are, fucking in the shower, and you're talking about Einstein, and Charles Dickens. It is rather bizarre, don't you think?"
"What's normal?"
"Well, that's an entirely different subject. Let's save that for later. Just tell me what made you all of a sudden think about ignorance versus genius?"
"Oh, I guess I was just thinking how nice it is that a man like you a writer-likes me."
"Why is that strange?"
"Because you are so smart, and I am just a stupid little girl."
"Perhaps within the framework of your logic that means that I'm the stupid one, and you are the genius."
"Gee, wouldn't that be funny?"
"Yea, hilarious."
"Okay, let's just drop it. We'll both be geniuses, okay?"
"You've got yourself a deal there. Equality is nice."
"Now, what were we doing?"
"I believe," Mark smiled, "that I was just about to shove my well-lathered cock up your sweet young ass-hole."
"Do you have to make it sound so perverse?"
"I believe in calling things by their real names."
"Oh, Mark," she pouted. "Do we really have to do this?"
"Are you going to start up again? I thought you liked the way I buggered you."
"I did," she sniffed, "but now I'm all sore back there. But, I'll tell you what. If you promise to buy me some new clothes..."
"You women are so smart," he laughed. "Yes, whatever you say. Just don't torture me anymore. I have to be in your ass."
"Okay, then shake on it."
"Very well," he extended his hand to her.
"Not that way," she smiled. "Let's shake sexes."
"You know, press your penis against my pussy," she giggled. "That will be our special way of greeting and agreeing."
"But we can't do that in public."
"We can always find some place to do it," she said.
"You're nut," he laughed.
"Is that why you love me?"
"That's another subject altogether. We'll discuss that later."
"Why not now?"
"Turn around, and I'll show you why not."
The young blonde girl was quivering with excitement as she held onto the soap dish, and leaned forward, thrusting her ass up for the young man. He spread her lovely ass globes apart, and pressed the tip of his lathered cock against her hot little anus.
This time it slid right in.
"Oh, that does feel nice," she sighed, as she spread her legs, and felt the hot stick slide deeply into her behind.
"You're teaching me such nasty habits."
"I'm sure you'll make me pay for it."
"Dearly," she turned and smiled.
"I figured as much. Oh, God, that feels good. Just a couple of swift pumps in this lovely butt, and. ... Oh, yea. I'm cumming. So nice and comfortable."
CHAPTER FIVE
Life moved swiftly for Mark and Tammy as it tends to do. They settled into a domestic scene, and the years moved on.
Mark, of course, kept up his part of the bargain, and clothed the young blonde like a princess, and found her a fine position on Seventh Avenue. At seventeen years of age, the willful young woman was pulling in nearly a million dollars a year in sales for the sportswear line she represented. Of course, the million dollars didn't belong to her. But she made a nice salary.
And the fact that the young blonde was a very wealthy lady did tend to change the living situation for Mark. He was a kept man. When he had chanced upon the little blonde in the park, he never imagined that it would lead to this. He would be surprised by later developments as well.
At thirty three years of age, Mark was beginning to mellow somewhat. It had taken him nearly a year to complete the preliminary research on the novel, and most of his time was now spent at home, typing, and typing, and typing. He was working towards the end of his first draft. With over one thousand manuscript pages stacked on his writing desk, he faced a lot of revising, and more typing. The way he figured it, he had another year of work ahead of him. And then would come the arduous task of visiting publishing houses-trying to find a market. He had a few contacts, but in the publishing business, friendships are only good for opening the door. There's too much money involved to roll the dice, even for a friend.
He assumed that the publishing houses wouldn't want to take a chance with him, not so much because the book wasn't good (Mark thought it was a work of genius), but because of a rather graphic approach to sexuality. He had purposely decided to make the novel as much like real life as possible. Hence, the sex scenes were carefully described. So much so, that there would be a problem.
Yet, with Tammy pulling in the big bucks, and his portfolio of bonds and common stock, Mark figured he could always go ahead with his original plan to publish the book himself.
All through those years, Mark persistently searched the house for the contract he had made with Tammy. It wasn't that he wanted out of it, it's just that he couldn't believe she could have hidden it so well that it was-impossible to find. But she apparently had. He couldn't find it.
"So, my little writer," she said coming home from the office one evening, "how is the epic coming?"
"You know it's brilliant," he said, getting up from the typewriter. "In fact, I'm sure it will be a best seller."
"I've been making some friends that might be of use to you."
"Such as?"
"Oh, mostly the wives and mistresses of some hot shot publishers," she winked. "I'm looking out for you, kid."
"That sounds funny, coming from a seventeen-year-old girl."
"Why don't we admit how it really is?"
"Oh, and how is that?"
"I think you are the one who is the little kid," Tammy said. "I felt that even the day we met."
"Well, I often have thought women were more together than men," he smiled. "That's why you're taking care of me."
"It's not only out of love, my sweet," she smiled, removing her sable coat, and tossing it over the sofa. "You're an investment for me. That's why I take such good care of you."
"What sort of an investment."
"The novel, of course."
"Oh, I thought maybe you were investing in my love, or companionship, or even friendship."
"Oh, that's all a lot of bunk," she laughed. "We get along okay. We still have a good sex life. You have time to write without worrying about money. And I have a nice man around to play with."
"Oh, you have a wonderful way of putting things, my dear."
"Why thank you."
"I was being sarcastic."
"How so, my dear?
"Oh, get off it," he pined. "You know I'm in love with you. I was from the day I met you."
"I thought it was only my precious little ass you were after."
"You know that's not true."
"What is it you want?"
"I'm not sure. That's the problem."
"If you ask me, you and all other artists are just cracked. You get so absorbed in your work that you absolutely forget about life. Why not just live it?"
"It's not as good as art. With art, I get lost. It's like a drug. Everything else stops."
"Everything else is life," she said. "That means that you just don't like life."
"Oh, I like life," he said. "Look at it this way: I like writing the same way you like making a lot of money down on Seventh Avenue."
"But I don't like it all the time. I think it's sick how you get so absorbed in your writing. We hardly ever go out anymore."
"You're right." he said. "I really do lose sight of reality. Is there any hope for me?"
"I don't know," she said, pulling her skirt up to her hips.
"What are you doing."
"I'm showing you my new garter belt."
She was sitting back in the black velvet covered sofa, with her legs spread slightly, and her apricot-colored satin garter belt shimmering. She was wearing black hose, and black lace panties.
"You like?"
"Yea," he sighed, "I like fine."
Mark knelt before her on the carpet, and stared hungrily between her parted thighs. He could see her blonde bush pushing through against the black lace panties.
The young blonde had developed rather dramatically since she was fifteen. Her breasts had filled out somewhat thought they remained fundamentally small and she had developed slight hips. Her face had gained in character. She was a very stunning young woman, and the handsome, but rather crazy, writer felt proud to share his life with her.
"I love your garter belt," he sighed.
"How about a quickie, my silly friend?"
"Why a quickie?"
"Because I have a date in an hour, and I don't want to be sexually tense."
"Are you serious?"
"Serious about what?"
"Do you really have a date?"
"I have no reason to lie."
"And you want to make love with me, so you won't be nervous with him?"
"Her."
"Her?"
"Yea, I'm not cheating on you with a man, sugar. I've decided to try girls." Tammy had, thus far in the relationship, remained true to Mark. This was a new wrinkle.
"Why do you want to do that?"
"Oh, it's the rage on Seventh Avenue to get it on with chicks," she smiled. "I don't want to be out of step."
"What sort of reason is that?"
"Just kidding. My, but you are the possessive type. But, I think you'll like Pinky. That's her name. She's twenty, redheaded, and so very sexy. She's a top model. And I feel a sexual attraction to her. I think I should act on it. And besides, even if I did want to go out with men, I have a perfect right. You don't own me. Actually, I do think I'm the one who owns you."
"You're a little bitch, you know that?"
"Why call names?"
"Because that's what you are."
"Listen, pal," the spoiled girl sniffed, "I really don't feel like a scene. I want to be calm for my date. I have enough to be nervous about anyway."
"Why don't you give me a break, lady? I have enough on my mind without you playing little girl games with me."
"Don't slander me, sweetie," she smiled. "I'll tell you What," she glanced at her $2,000 wrist watch, "I still have an hour before I meet with Pinky. How about if you give me a nice pussy licking, just to relax me. Would you like that?"
"Of course I would," he was furious with her, but much too much in love with her to chance making a scene. He liked it much more when she was dependent on him.
"And if you are real good," she said, "I'll give you a little treat."
"like what?"
"How about a nice ass fuck, you pervert?"
"Isn't that a bit like the pot calling the kettle black?"
"Let's not discuss it," she sniffed, "is it a deal or not. I can just as easily frig myself. I really don't know why I put up with you. You are such a bore, Mark."
"Okay, okay," he said. "I'm not going to be proud. We haven't made love in a week."
"You know I've been busy," she said. "It's market week, and it's been so hectic this season."
"Yea, yea. Well, here, or in the bedroom?"
"Here's fine," she said, unsnapping her garter, and pulling her lace panties and stockings down to her ankles.
Mark stared hungrily at the pubic mound.
Her light fuzz delighted him. He could see her pink pussy lips, and the head of her clitoris pressing out past the down.
"I am looking forward to this," she smiled. "I wonder if Pinky will suck pussy as well as you?"
"I hope not," he said proudly. "I would like to think that there is at least one thing you need from me."
"Well, we'll see," she sighed, pulling herself forward on the sofa so her pussy was exposed, and flush with the edge of the cushion.
"I'll really enjoy this," Mark said, placing his hands under her firm ass, and lifting her up to his hungry mouth. She sighed with pleasure as his lips moved about the pubic mound, kissing her pussy, and the inside of her thighs.
"Oh, you are such a tender sucker," she moaned. "I'm getting so horny. Put your tongue inside, and swirl it around. Oh, yea. You are such a sweet little pussy licker."
"I aim to please," Mark was trying to remain calm, despite the fact the young woman was tormenting his pride.
Lifting her up further against his face, his tongue worked lovingly over her gash, and pressed against her clit, and probed the depths of her sexuality.
She was panting with excitement, and pressed her hand inside her blouse to toy with her sensitive breast. She squeezed her nipple, while hot juices began to flow freely from her orifice.
"Oh, you sweet licker," she moaned, "you are going to make me come. Be gentle now. That's right. Take my clit in your mouth. Suck it, you sweetheart. Oh, I love it. That's it. Faster. Oh, yea."
She began pumping smoothly against the writer's mouth, caught in the powerful grip of completed sexuality. Taking her hand from her blouse, she ran her fingers through his hair, and directed his tongue movements against her throbbing sex.
"Oh, keep sucking," she moaned, beginning to writhe on the soft sofa. "You make me so excited. I really don't know if I'll ever be able to replace you."
Her words cut deep into his heart, but he didn't let her know. He wondered why she enjoyed tormenting him so much. She knew he would never turn on her. At least she figured as much. And it wasn't only because of the incriminating contract. The fact that he loved her had a lot to do with it. Love often makes fools of men.
"That's enough," she swooned. "I'm beginning to perspire. I don't want to be sweaty for my date."
"Sometimes," he said, raising his dew-covered mouth from her opening, "I don't know why I put up with you. You've become a tyrant."
"No name calling, my dear," she smiled, standing up, and pulling her panties back up to her hips. "I enjoyed that immensely."
"What about me?"
"What?"
"You said that if I sucked your pussy, you would give me treat."
"Oh, yes, I sure did," she said, glancing at her watch. "Well, I do want to be a person of my word."
"That's awfully nice of you," he was beginning to feel anger boiling inside. "Don't be a smartie."
"I've about had it with you," he could feel the veins on his forehead begin to swell with anger. "Now, pull down your panties, and turn around, b "Temper, temper," she smiled.
But Mark wasn't in the mood for playing this S&M game any further. Grabbing the girl, he spun her around, pulled her panties back down, and forced her head down on the cushion.
"Cut out the rough stuff," she shouted. "Let's at least enjoy this."
"I will, that's for sure," he said, opening his trousers, and pulling his erect organ out. "I'm going to enjoy this immensely."
"Can't we at least use a little vaseline."
"Fat chance, bitch."
"Oh, you cruel tormentor. You think you are such a tough guy, picking on a seventeen-year-old girl?"
"You aren't the run-of-the-mill seventeen-year-old, and you know it."
"Oh, God," she winced, "I'm all tense and dry back there. Please, at least use some spit."
"Shut up," he shouted, pressing his massive erection up against the tight lettle opening. "I'm going to enjoy every painful inch of this."
"You are a sick person, you know that?"
"No sicker than you," he shouted, pressing the head of his cock up her still-tight hole.
"Shit, that hurts, you mother-fucker."
But he didn't answer her. He shoved harder and harder, and paid no attention to her blood-curdling cries of pain.
"I can't take it," she screamed. "You're killing me."
"Hardly," he grunted, "just buggering you."
Mark held her firmly by the hips, holding her skirt aloft, as he pressed his way all the way into the hot hole.
"Please," she began to weep, "pull out of me. I can't take it. It hurts."
Mark wasn't listening. He was pumping fast and furious in and out of the tight hole. She was whining with severe pain. Cramps wracked her belly. Still, the young man plunged in and out of her.
"Oh, it does feel good," he moaned, oblivious to the pain he was rendering the young woman.
Suddenly, he groaned, and gyrating his pelvis madly, pressed his cock in to the hilt. He began spraying her insides with hot semen.
She was limp from the pain of the forced sodomy, and as Mark pulled his stick from her behind, she collapsed on the couch, tears rolling down her face.
"I don't know why I put up with you," she sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes. "You are so cruel."
"I just have needs, too, you know?"
"And don't I take care of your needs?"
"Not really."
"Didn't I let you suck me? I told you I was in a hurry."
"You wanted me to suck you because you were nervous. I did it for you, not for me. And you told me I could fuck you in the ass, and then you tried to get out of it. Well, enough is enough!"
"Okay, okay," she said, standing up, and pressing her finger against her anus. "I hope you didn't tear anything."
"I'm sure you'll live."
"I don't like it without lubricant. You know that."
He followed the young woman into the bathroom, and watched as she washed the semen from her anus with a moistened wash cloth. She splashed her pussy with water, and wiped herself dry, before adjusting her panties and garter belt.
"When will you be home?" he followed her to the door.
"Don't wait up for me."
"Oh, so it's like that?"
"Wait until you meet Pinky," she sighed. "She's so cute. You'll understand."
"Sure."
"Don't pout," she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "All is forgiven. Tomorrow, well drive up to Buffalo."
"What?"
"Yea, I think it's time I dropped in on my old man," she winced. "It's been two years."
"I thought you hated his guts."
"I do, but there are some things of my mother's that I want."
"So, what do you need me for?"
"You'll understand when you meet the guy. He'll probably be drunk. And he might be violent."
"How interesting."
"See, I do need you, my sweet."
"Sure."
"Isn't it nice to be wanted?"
"Give me a break," he slammed the door shut behind her. And then raced through the apartment, looking for the contract.
"That fucking little bitch," he screamed, "I'm going to find that piece of paper and rip it up. I don't need her anymore. I don't have to take this abuse. Where the fuck is that fucking thing?"
But he couldn't find it. And as angry as he was, he wasn't about to face the possibilities of going to prison for having sexual affairs with a fifteen-year-old girl.
He smoked a joint, relaxed, and went back to work on his novel.
Sometime during the night, the struggling, and much obsessed writer, fell asleep with his head on the typewriter. It was very early in the morning that Tammy returned. And she wasn't alone. Pinky was with her. And they were a little drunk.
Tammy tip-toed up to the passed-out writer, and shook him gently by the shoulder. "Wake-up, I want you to meet my friend."
Mark opened his eyes, and stared up at Tammy. "What kind of shit do you want to give me now?"
"No shit, sweetheart," she smiled. "I just want you to meet my new friend, Pinky."
Mark got out of his chair, and looked up at the most beautiful redhead he had ever seen. Their eyes flashed as they looked. at each other. An emotional bond was instantly formed.
"Mark Browning, I would like you to meet Pinky Pinkham."
"A pleasure," he smiled.
"We would have gone to Pinky's but she's living with two other girls, and we wanted some privacy."
"Well, our home is your home," Mark said.
"You don't mind sleeping on the couch tonight, do you?" Tammy asked Mark.
"Yes, of course I do," he said. "I need a good night's sleep. I have to re-work chapter one in the morning."
"But you must understand that we want to be alone."
"Oh, very well," Mark wasn't in the mood to make a scene in front of the lovely redhead. He looked over at her, admiring her extraordinary beauty. Her long strawberry-blonde hair hung nearly to her waist, her green eyes danced with delight as she smiled at the unhappy writer. She was dressing in a full-length mink, but Mark could tell by the way she carried herself that she was a well-built woman.
"Tammy," she said, "it's okay with me if Mark shares the-bed with us. I'm not shy."
"But I wanted this to be special," Tammy protested. "I wanted to be alone with you. But if you don't mind, we can always pretend that he's not there." Mark blushed with embarrassment, but Pinky smiled in a way, that showed that she understood. She wanted to be his friend.
"Oh, I don't want to be a party-pooper," he said. "If you girls really want to be alone...
"No, I think I would enjoy all of this if you were there. This is my first time with a woman, too. It would make me feel more secure if a man was around."
Tammy cast a strange look at Pinky. She felt that she was being pushed aside somewhat, there was a definite bond that had been formed between Mark and the gorgeous redhead, and it was her turn to feel a little jealous. But she wasn't.
"Well," he smiled, "there's no reason to go right off to bed. Why don't we smoke a joint and get to know each other? Tammy, do we still have any cocaine left?"
"Yea," she was beginning to feel a little jealous because of the warmth that Pinky showed Mark.
"Well, go and get the dope box."
Tammy didn't like following Mark's orders, but she didn't want the girl to think she was a total bitch, so she went off to the other room, and fetched the narcotics.
Mark helped Pinky off with her stole, and he draped it carefully over the back of the sofa. He stared with lustful intent at the extremely gorgeous young woman.
Pinky was a flashy dresser. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight black slacks, which outlined a very fine figure. She was tall, and extremely slender, and Mark couldn't take his eyes off her firm little ass. The pants were so tight, that her pussy lips pressed against the dark material, outlining the lovely snatch perfectly.
Her blouse was silver lame and was pulled tight at the waist by a belt, so that her breasts pressed out. She was larger of breast than Tammy, but still on the small side, as models tend to be.
"Are you writing something?"
"Yes, a novel," he said. "Didn't Tammy tell you?"
"No, she doesn't tell me anything."
"You mean, nothing about me."
"Why is she so cruel to you?"
"It turns her on, I guess," Mark blushed.
"But I'm not going to put up with it forever," he said. "It's just a short-term relationship. If things don't change, she'll be leaving soon. But don't tell her that, please."
"I won't."
"So, what are you talking about? Me probably," Tammy said as she came back into the living room, with the box of dope.
"No, actually, we were talking about Mark's new novel."
"You mean his only novel," she laughed. "He's been working on it for two years."
"A good novel takes time to write," Pinky smiled.
"Oh, do you know any other writers?" Mark asked.
"My father was a novelist," Pinky said.
"Oh, how interesting," Mark smiled, feeling a closer bond to the redhead. "Not Dunston Pinkham?"
"Yes," she smiled.
"Well, that's a fine family to come from," Mark enthused. "He won the Pulitzer Prize in the late Sixties, right?"
"Right."
"Sorry about his passing away."
"Well, we all have to go sometime," Pinky smiled.
"Okay, guys," Tammy interrupted, "I have the lines all ready. Let's snort some cocaine."
Pinky sat beside Mark on the sofa, purposely pressing her lean thigh against him. The writer could feel his penis harden with excitement as he felt her warmth against him, and smelled the lovely perfume she was wearing.
They each snorted up about four lines of coke, and were quite stoned, as Tammy led them to the bedroom.
It would be a good night. He smiled inwardly and felt good. He was very excited about the beautiful girl named Pinky Pinkham.
CHAPTER SIX
Mark sat on the comer of the bed, his head floating in a never-neverland of cocaine bliss as he watched the two girls who were still standing embrace.
The manner in which Tammy's blonde hair mingled with Pinky's red locks painted an interesting picture of contrasts. They held each other tightly, and pressed their lips together. The writer found it extremely exciting to watch to lovely women make love.
He could see their tongues move sensuously over each other's. His penis was erect and straning to break free from the bonds of his trousers as Tammy slid her hand inside Pinky's blouse and caressed the lovely woman's breasts.
Pinky did the same, and they stood before Mark, their mouths glued together passionately, while their hands squeezed and caressed warm breast flesh.
Tammy carefully unbuttoned the redhead's silver blouse and pulled it off Pinky's shoulders. Mark stared anxiously at the firm young breasts. Her flesh was creamy white, and smooth. And her nipples were a pastel pink. He wondered if he would have an opportunity to press his warm mouth over those lovely tits.
Now and then Pinky cast the writer a loving, sensual look, and he felt excitement. And hope.
As long as Tammy didn't get jealous, everything would work out fine. Mark was hoping that the blonde was stoned enough not to care about anything. He wished that Tammy would become her old vulnerable self, but he was afraid she would never relinquish her upper hand.
Pinky unfastened Tammy's blouse, and pulled it off her. They stood bare chested before each other, pressing their firm nipples together, and kissing each other on the throat, and mouth. They were all becoming extremely hot, and excited.
Tammy guided the redhead to the far side of the bed out of reach of the writer and laying Pinky gently down on her back, she pulled the woman's spiked heels off, and unfastened the top of her slacks.
Pinky, with the assistance of the pert blonde, wriggled out of her tight pants, and lay nude, but for her very skimpy white silk panties.
Mark was finding it hard to control himself, witnessing such divine beauty. The room was filled with the scent of hot sexuality. He could feel it drifting up into his nostrils. It was the smell the hot pungent aroma of pussy. He couldn't wait to put his mouth against Pinky's pussy.
Tammy pulled her skirt off, climbed out of her garter belt and stockings, and lay on the bed beside the lovely redhead. The blonde helped the redhead off with her panties, and Mark looked over at the young woman's patch of reddish pubes with hot excitement. He could feel droplets of jism begin to drip from the tip of his hungry cock.
The blonde pulled her panties off, and the two lean, lovely women lay facing each other on the bed. Mark stood, and began undressing, while the girls sucked at each other's mouth, and pressed their hot groins together.
Tammy had, purposely, positioned herself between Pinky and Mark. It was clear that she didn't want any interference.
Mark hoped that when she became hot enough, it wouldn't matter. He wanted the redhead. And he was willing to make a fuss to make it happen.
He lay naked on the bed, gently stroking his cock while the women kissed passionately, pumping wildly.
Tammy rolled the girl over on her back, and moving between her long legs, pumped her, while her lips and tongue caressed the firm pink nipples.
Pinky moaned with pleasure, and looked over at Mark. She stared at his huge erection, and licking her lips, winked at him, with lust. Tammy slowly worked her way down the woman's front, licking her belly, and toying with her navel, and then came to rest in the sensual warmth of the pubic triangle.
Pinky's thighs were spread wide, and Tammy had her hands beneath her ass globes, running her tongue over the sensitive inner pussy lips, and taking the firm, red-hot clitoris in her mouth. The young redhead moaned with intense desire as Tammy ministered to her vaginal needs. '
She writhed about on the bed, with her knees drawn up high. Mark couldn't stand it any longer, and moving over to the lovely redhead's side, he kissed her gently on the mouth.
Her lips were hot, and as she parted her mouth, so did he. Their tongues met in a scalding glossal embrace, and they were soon moaning with pleasure in each other's mouths.
Tammy, though obviously aware of what was happening at the head of the bed, was quite involved down below. She paid little attention.
"Let me suck your cock," Pinky whispered in Mark's ear, as her tongue slid over his ear.
Pulsating with nervous excitement, and desire, Mark pressed the head of his cock into the lovely young woman's mouth. She opened up wide to take him in, and as her teeth gently slid over the tip of his cock, he moaned with intense desire.
Farther and farther she took him in. His balls were vibrating with erotic passion, and throwing his head back, he howled like a crazed animal. She sucked much better than Pinky ever had.
It was the blow-job of all time.
Mark had positioned himself over her chest. His thighs were pressed against her breasts, and rubbed up against her firm pink nipples as he pressed his "cock in and out of her mouth.
He held her head forward, to assist in the sucking. He was moving rapidly towards the point of release and with great desire, looked forward to shooting his load into her mouth.
Pinky was nearly ready to come as well. He could tell by the way she moaned while his cock moved in and out of her mouth.
Shutting his eyes with intense passion, he plunged his cock deep into the back of her mouth, and began ejaculating. Pinky came simultaneously, so her mouth hung open while she gasped with release, and swallowed-trying not to choke.
It was an extremely sensual experience to feel her moans caress his cock, while he shot hot spunk into her mouth.
Tammy was still busy down below, licking and sucking at the first pussy of her life.
As Mark felt depleted, he collapsed beside the redhead on the bed, stroking her lovely hair, and trying to regain some composure. Tammy finished sucking at he pussy, and moved up on the bed to kiss Pinky.
"Thank you, darling," Pinky moaned, "that was a wonderful orgasm. I think I am going to like this bisexual life style."
"Me, too," Tammy giggled. "It's nice, for a change."
"I think it's quite fun, too," Mark smiled.
"Well, you really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"I think it's quite normal to enjoy watching two beautiful women make love."
"Well, I guess you deserve some extra-fun," Tammy said. "Are you getting bored with me in bed?"
"No more than you are with me," he replied.
"Well, I think I could use a nice orgasm right about now," Tammy said.
"It would be my pleasure to suck on your pussy," Pinky smiled, sitting up in bed.
Tammy rolled over on her back, and spreading her legs wide, awaited the sensation of Pinky's lips on her pussy.
"Oh, dear," the young blonde moaned, "I think I am going to like this a lot."
Pinky had stationed herself between Tammy's legs, and was kissing the blonde-covered pussy with hot desire.
The redhead's mouth was pressed tightly to the blonde's box, and moving off the bed, Mark walked around and stared with hunger at Pinky's rear.
The redhead had a lovely ass. She had her legs slightly parted, as she rested on her knees, and looking up between her thighs, he could see the rear of her pussy, and her pink anus.
It was a lovely sight the soft, nearly pinkish-red pubes curling about the sweet young vagina. The anus was very tight and puckered, and invited his tongue.
Mark climbed up on the end of the bed, and feeling his cock come back to life, with super-human ardor, he knelt low, and spread Pinky's globes apart.
Pressing his mouth to her moistened snatch, he ran his tongue slowly about the entry hall of pleasure, and then probed deep inside. She moaned into Tammy's cunt, while she wriggled her ass about against Mark's probing tongue.
It was obvious she was in seventh heaven.
Slowly, Mark worked his tongue up towards the pink rosebud. He licked her anus, feeling his cock ache with desire to be inside. It was apparent by the way her anus puckered tight, that she was unused to anal stimulation.
He persisted, however, and as his tongue slid inside her anus, she murmured with pleasure. He began fucking her in the ass with his tongue, and she returned his tongue strokes.
Moving his hand before her, he touched her clitoris, and found it firm with passion.
He frigged her while he continued moving his tongue in and out of the tight opening.
She was beginning to sigh, while she sucked Tammy, in a manner that let him know she was enjoying herself immensely.
Pulling his tongue out of the deep, dank hole, Mark pressed the tip of his rod against the opening, and the redhead tried to pull away. It was then clearly evident that this was going to be her deflowering.
"Be gentle," Pinky lifted her mouth from Tammy's pussy, and pleaded.
"Is he fucking around with your ass-hole that pervert!"
"Oh, it's alright," Pinky sighed, "there has to be a first time."
"I'll be gentle," Mark said.
"That's what he always says," Tammy said sarcastically.
"I trust him," Pinky said.
"Well that makes one of us," Tammy said.
Pinky wriggled her ass about, to let the fellow know she was enjoying herself, and returned to sucking at the blonde's opening.
Mark dipped his rod into the redhead's pussy both to make her hot, and to lubricate his stick. He liked Pinky, and didn't want to hurt her. But he wanted desperately to be in her ass-hole.
Pushing his cock slowly in and out of her tight pussy, Mark had to fight a tendency not to bring himself to orgasm. The sensation inside the redhead's box was lovely.
She was tight, and obviously was not nympho. Sex was something special to the girl. He could tell by how narrow her pussy was.
She was groaning with pleasure while he fucked her. His cock plowed in and out of her pussy, and only seconds before he felt like shooting, he pulled out.
He sat on the bed, breathing deeply, trying to regain his composure, desirous of having some fun in the woman's anus.
Mark could tell by the way Tammy was groaning, that she wasn't far from release.
He climbed back up on his knees, and pressed the tip of his rod against her behind.
It was a tight fit, so he shoved his penis back into the vagina, coated it with hot juice, and then pressed again up against the opening. It was going to be a difficult entry.
He reached before her and began toying with her clit, helping her to relax, and then pressed very gently inside.
He could tell by the way she flexed her muscles that she was feeling nervous about the sodomy.
Mark slowed his entry, concentrating on her clitoris. When she was again wriggling her ass about, and moaning with pleasure, he pressed on ahead.
Slowly but surely he entered her rectum. Inch by inch he slid inside, feeling the hot, smooth passion of her anal wall.
"Oh, my sweet Jesus," Tammy began screaming. "I'm coming,"
By the sounds she was making, it was obvious that Tammy was experiencing a fine orgasm.
Mark was happy she was taken care of. While Pinky continued to suck gently at the blonde's pussy, he pressed deeper and deeper into Pinky's rectum.
She was pumping him now, growing accustomed to the feeling of cock in the ass.
As Tammy finished her orgasm, she slid out from beneath the redhead, and lit a cigarette, finding it interesting to watch Mark take pleasure in her behind.
And Mark was definitely enjoying himself.
His cock moved slowly in and out of the tight behind, and he could feel his jism begin to boil. It was a lovely sensation.
Pinky whipped around on the bed, thrusting her behind up firmly against the intruding cock. Seconds later, he ejaculated into her ass. He groaned with intense pleasure as he felt his hot spunk shoot madly about inside of her.
She purposely squeezed her anal muscles down on his stick purposely milking him, helping him to enjoy himself. He appreciated her concern. It was quite a contrast to the manner in which Tammy treated him sexually.
When at last he was depleted, he pulled his stick from the redhead's behind, and collapsed on the bed.
Everyone was in a good mood, and after some small talk, they all got under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Pinky was up early. She had to go to a shooting, and Mark prepared breakfast while the two women showered together.
At breakfast, Pinky was rather aloof, and cool towards Mark. Which led him to believe that Tammy had said something to her. He was pissed, but didn't want to make a scene.
After Pinky left, Mark pouted some, but wasn't in the mood to make a scene with the young blonde. He felt himself quite enamored with Pinky, and his mind was on her. He felt that she liked him as well. And that Tammy was making a scene out of jealousy. Only six more months remained before she turned eighteen, and he would be free of the risk of going to prison for child abuse.
"Well, are you going to drive up to Buffalo with me today?"
"Oh, I forgot all about that," he said. "It thought I would work on my book."
"You can do that any old time," she sniffed. "I really would appreciate it. My father can really be a bastard."
"Daughter like father," he said under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"I said it would be a pleasure," he lied. After they were dressed, Tammy called down to the garage, to have her Rolls Royce Corniche convertible brought around. She was quite proud of the white car. She had ordered it especially from the factory with a white top, and white leather interior. She was a rich little girl now, and could well afford it.
She never let Mark drive the car, however. She called it "her baby."
The drive was pleasant. They listened to music as the car rode quietly and smoothly along the highway. Once off the island of Manhattan, Mark relaxed, glad to be away from the pressures of the concrete jungle. "Don't you want to talk?" Tammy smiled. "About what."
"About Pinky."
"What about her."
"You like her a lot, don't you."
"She's a nice kid," he said, staring out at the mountains and the trees and watching a a bird fly slowly, placidly by.
"I think you like her more than me," Tammy smiled. "But I fixed that."
"Oh, how did you fix that."
"Well, the line she's modeling for now is mine," Tammy smiled. "And it's a $20,000 shooting contract. There's not a lot of modeling work going around these days, and she needs it. I told her to keep her hands off you."
"And what did she say?"
"She agreed," the blonde smiled, viciously.
"Oh."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"What do you want a fight?"
"Not really. I just wanted to make sure we understood one another."
"I think I understand you perfectly well," Mark smiled, trying to control the venom that was boiling in him. "But tell me this: why do you stay with me. It's obvious you can't stand me."
"You're fun to play with."
"You mean to torment."
"Well, what ever it is," she smiled, "it's fun."
"You know, if it wasn't for that contract," his lip began to quiver with hate, "I think I would have tossed you out long ago."
"Then, who would you have to understand you?"
"Oh, and so you understand me so well?"
"I try."
"Bullshit!"
"See, you are trying to pick a fight."
"Just forget it," he said. "No, I don't want to forget it. I think we should have an understanding."
"What's there to understand. You are a selfish, sadistic little bitch, and I can't even be myself with you."
"And what is this great self you are hiding?"
"Do you remember how I wanted to help you once upon a time?"
"So, you helped me. But you also made me pay for it with my body."
"Okay," he smiled, "I'll admit that. But there was also a friendhip. There was a kinship between us."
"Sure, and there still is. Only I'm the one who takes care of you these days. I pay the bills and so, I call the shots."
"I don't know what happened to you, Tammy. You used to be such a sweet person. I had a lot of emotional concern for you. I liked you. Is it the success and the money?"
"I'm just being me," she laughed. "I couldn't before. Money, and position has given me the power to act out my personality. You have helped me along the way, but you are just so much excess baggage."
"Than why do you stay with me?"
"I guess maybe I'm sick, like you. You taught me to like being a sadist."
"When was I a sadist?"
"You put me through a lot of shit when we first met."
"You mean because I wanted to have sex with you? I loved you. I wanted to help you. How is that sadistic?"
"You liked having me dependent on you."
"Only in that I felt like a husband to you. I wanted to shield you and nourish you. I bought you clothes, and I was the one who got the job for you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be driving this car. You would probably be on the Bowery."
"I doubt it," she laughed. "If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else."
"I just don't believe you."
"It's reality, sugar," she laughed. "Start believing."
"You are a witch!"
"Not at all, I simply live in a world of reality, and you choose to reside in a world of illusion."
"Is it illusion that I loved you?"
"It was never love. And besides love is a fantasy. I wanted your money, and the doors you could open for me, and you wanted my body. It seems like a pretty clear-cut picture to me."
"I'm feeling rather sick suddenly," he said. "Do you mind pulling off the Toad?"
"I want to make Buffalo before night," she said. "Just take some deep breaths, you'll be alright."
"No, I think I'm going to throw-up."
"What's wrong, baby did little Tammy upset you so terribly?"
"Yea, you make me sick to the stomach," he shouted. "Now pull off the road, or I'll do it for you."
"Don't order me around."
Suddenly, the young man screamed in anger, and pulling the wheel from her grip, veered the car onto the shoulder of the road.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kill us!"
"You maniac!" she screamed. "Okay, okay, let go. I'll pull the car off the road."
He let go of the wheel, and the young bitch steered the car onto the soft shoulder.
"Not here."
"Where?"
"Drive down that dirt road. I need to be away from traffic and noise and all of this madness."
"How long are you going to take to puke."
"As long as it takes."
She didn't say anything more. She was satisfied with the temper tantrum she had instituted.
"This is fine," he said.
Tammy pulled the car over beside a large tree on the side of the rural area, There was no sign of life around. It was still early in the afternoon, and rather warm for early spring.
Mark got out of the car and paced back and forth.
"I thought you had to throw-up?"
"Get out of the car for a second, I want to show you something."
"Oh, alright," she said with disgust, and impatience.
"What is it?"
Climbing out of the $8,0 00 car, the young blonde approached the furious young man.
"What did you want to show me?" she smiled.
"My fist," he screamed, grabbing her by the collar and throwing her against the tree. "You little rotten bitch. I've had about all I'm going to take from you."
"No, don't hurt me, please."
But he wasn't listening. With a clenched fist, he pounded her face again and again.
She screamed, but there was no one to hear.
She fell to the ground, and he began kicking her. Savagely, his boot dug into her side. She rolled herself up into a small little ball and screamed hysterically.
Falling upon her, he grabbed her by the wrists and held her down against the ground. With his hand opened, he slapped her again and again.
"Please stop," she pleaded. "This is criminal."
"I'll show you what it means to be criminal I'll kill you right here and now if you don't shut up."
"What do you want?"
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, girl."
"No, don't do this. I'll go to the police with the contract. You'll go to prison."
"I don't care of you go to the President of the United States, and have me beheaded. I've had it with you. I'm not going to take any more shit off you."
As she whimpered with horror, and fear for her life, Mark slapped her again and again.
Blood was trickling out the corner of her mouth, and her bruised and battered face was growing purple and black beneath the eyes.
Again, and again he struck her.
Surprisingly, Mark discovered that his penis was growing erect as he hit. her. Taking his vengeance was sexually satisfying.
"I'll be good," she pleaded.
"You're damn right you will!"
Dragging the girl to her feet, Mark pulled her to the willow tree.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Shut up. You'll find out soon enough."
"Oh, God," she shouted. "Help! Help!"
"If you scream like that once more, I'll pull your arm out of the socket."
She shut up.
Grabbing her by the blouse, he tore the silk material away from her body.
She covered her breasts for protection.
But Mark pulled her hands away, and began slapping her titties withoumercy.
"Oh, that hurts," she moaned. "You haven't felt anything yet. How does this feel?"
He brought his knee up against her groin with savage impact.
She groaned with pain and doubled over. He pulled her back erect, and repeated the knee blow.
Her face drained of color. She turned ghastly white. Again, and again he brought his knee crashing against her pussy.
"You're going to kill me," she moaned.
"Not really," he laughed. "But your getting warm"
"You are sick, sick, sick."
"You made me do it. I didn't want to lose my temper. I only wanted your love and friendship."
"You rotten bastard," she screamed.
"Don't talk to me like that!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, please," Tammy moaned, "no more, Mark. I can't take any more. I'm sorry."
"You should have apologized long ago," he held her tightly by her collar, and pressed her against the rough bark of the tree. "You've enjoyed tormenting me, haven't you?"
"No, I promise. It isn't that way."
"Then what is it? Why have you been tormenting me. Surely you knew that I loved you. Yet you played me along toyed with me, so cruelly. And now I am a monster. I want to destroy you. All the good feelings I've had for you are dead. Dead, dead, dead."
"Say it isn't so, Mark."
"But it is."
"Oh, I have loved you. If you only knew how much. It's just that I'm still a child. All this time I've been competing with you."
"What a load of horse shit that is!"
"It's not," the young blonde whimpered.
"Enough talk, bitch," Mark snapped. "Don't think you can cool me down with your sweet tongue. You've tormented me long enough, had me begging for your kindness and affection on my knees like a little puppy dog. I've had enough!"
Mark ripped what was left of the young woman's blouse off her shoulders, and throwing her to the ground, pulled her pants off. After ripping her panties from her hips, the young girl lay naked, and bruised on the forest floor.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to do something to you that I should have done long ago."
Breaking a branch off the tree, Mark pulled the leaves and secondary branches away, fashioning a switch.
"I'm going to give you a nice old fashion switching my young lovely."
"Haven't you tortured me enough? I promised to be nice."
"I don't believe your lies, bitch."
Dragging the young blonde to her feet, Mark pressed her to the tree.
"Hold on to that tree, bitch," he yelled, "and if you let go, I'll give you something to remember me by forever." She heeded the warning, and putting her arms around the tree, held tightly. She could hear the switch swishing through the air as it came at her naked fanny.
A red welt formed immediately across her lovely young ass flesh, and Mark felt excited. Perspiration was dripping from his forehead as he cracked the switch again and again against her naked ass flesh. She cried out in agony, but knew better than to let go of her grip on the tree.
The sound of the willow branch smacking against her flesh excited Mark in a sexual manner. Again and again he brought the switch smashing against her ass, her upper thighs, and across her back.
She was weeping, crying out in agony as the branch tore into her flesh. From the rear her flesh was crisscrossed with red welts, some of them bleeding slightly. She looked like a road map on the S&M expressway.
Mark's cock was pounding in his pants. He had never before known the sexual thrill of inflicting pain, of having a young woman under his control. It was especially satisfying to him because of the mental torture Tammy had leveled against him for so long.
Her body shook as she wept, and suffered from the pain of the willow lashes. She had stopped pleading for mercy. She was taking her punishment in silence.
Mark dropped the branch to the forest floor, and began undressing. Tammy neither spoke, nor turned around. She looked out past the tree, biting her lip against the pain, and wondering how far Mark would go in taking out his outrage against her.
When he was nude, and his penis standing erect with sick desire, he moved up behind her, and ran his hand over the welts which were already turning purple and black.
Tammy winced with pain.
"I'm not sorry that I hit you," Mark whispered into her ear, as her pressed his erection in between her thighs. "But I had to stop you. I don't think you have realized what a witch you have developed into. Maybe you always were one..."
"Oh, Mark," she whimpered, "we could have talked this out. It wasn't necessary for you to flip out like that."
"I don't think that's true," he slipped his hand in front of her, and began caressing her breasts. Despite the pain and humiliation she felt, her body became aroused as he stimulated her breasts. Her nipples were erect with sexual desire.
Taking the injured young blonde into his arms, he turned her about to face him, and kissed the tears on her face. Her eyes were reddened and she had lost the haughty look he had grown accustomed to. Again, she had the look of a forlorn young girl. That was the look he had fallen in love with that was the girl he wanted.
His lips moved gently over her face, ears, and throat.
"I don't know why, but I love you, Tammy," he murmured. "You are poison for me, but I love you."
"I'll try to be better," she whimpered, as Mark lowered her to the dried leaves on the ground.
The leaves crackled as her body pressed down against them. The young woman winced as the brittle leaves pressed into the fresh wounds across her back, ass, and legs.
She whimpered with pain, but the discomfort soon turned to pleasure as Mark moved in between her thighs, and pressed his erect penis against her moistened crack.
"Oh, Mark," she whispered, "I want to make love with you. I want to show you that I care. That I am yours, and yours alone."
"Well, it's about time," he said, as his mouth pressed passionately to hers. Their tongues moved sensuously in each other's mouths. His lips moved to her breast, and he took her swollen nipple in his mouth, sucking it, and running his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
Tammy was breathing heavily, "feeling desire spread through her. His mouth moved down her body to the magic triangle between her thighs. She spread her legs, to accept his tongue. And his tongue moved slowly into the slash. He could taste the hot, moist vaginal secretions, and he swallowed her juices freely as his tongue explored the depths of her sexuality.
Placing his hands beneath her ass globes, he raised her vagina to his mouth and took the young girl's clitoris in his mouth. Sucking the sensitive flesh, Tammy began to writhe in the moistened earth, oblivious to the stinging pain of the mud and cracked leaves rubbing into her wounds.
As she began to orgasm, digging her toes deeply into the soft soil, Mark lifted his mouth from her wet sex and moved in ever so close between her young, firm thighs. His erect penis pulsated with desire, and as he introduced the head of his member into the hotly lubricated orifice, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him inside of her.
They both moaned with fervent desire as the thick penis searched for the bottom of the passion pit. Slowly, the young man worked his tool in the creamy pit of desire.
They both moaned with increasing sexual passion as they pumped, and rotated their hips in unison.
"It feels so good, Mark," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry for being such a bitch. I really do care for you. I love you."
"I love you, too," Mark sighed, feeling his orgasm draw near. "But things have got to change between us. I can't take any more of your shit. It's starting to get to me. It's really too much."
"Oh, God," she sighed, "I'm going to come again."
"Let's do it this way," he said, as he pulled his cock from her gash, and rolled the young woman over on her belly. Her back was covered with broken leaves, and moistened soil.
The aroma of earth was erotic to him. Spreading her thighs, and lifting the young woman up off her belly, he pressed the head of his penis against her tight anal opening. She whimpered with pain mixed with pleasure as the large penis began to slide gracefully inside the orifice.
With her face pressed into the dank soil, she wriggled her. ass for him, and used her anal muscles to grip his throbbing fuck stick. "Oh, Mark," she sighed, "it's never felt so good. I'm beside myself. Oh, yes I am."
Opening herself wide for him, Mark sank into the depths of her rectum, and began pumping wildly. She groaned with passion as the thick fuck stick banged in and out of her ass.
Mark could feel his jism boiling in his sacs, ready to spill into the depths of her behind.
Moving his hands beneath her, gripping her breasts, he squeezed her as his big cock sank into the depths up to the hilt.
"Oh, I'm coming again," she moaned. "You turn me on so very much, you sexy demon."
And then they were both coming. Mark's penis pushed slowly in and out of her as he shot hot jism. Her groin was red hot with passion, her clitoris throbbed with release, and they both drifted into a warm, sensuous cloud of desire.
With his cock still buried deeply into her behind, they drifted off into a post sexual sleep. It was early in the evening when they awoke.
"Gee, it's getting late," she whispered, pulling away from the impaling cock.
"But it was worth it," he said. "I think we worked a lot of shit out."
"Is that a pun?" she smiled.
"No, you silly goose."
"Oh, Mark," she sat in the soil, and kissed him passionately on the mouth. "I love you so much. I'm sorry about all these things that happened to us. I don't know where we went wrong."
"I do."
"How's that?"
"You've become spoiled," he said. "You let all the money, and power go to your head. Success was spoiling you."
"I guess you're right," she confessed. "But I wish you would understand how it's been with me. When you meet my father, and see the surroundings in which I was raised, I think you will appreciate what I've had to go through in life."
"What is that? Being a man," she began, "I don't know if you can truly appreciate what I've been through. It all started when I was ten. My mother was dead, and my father was doing a lot of drinking. I was just a little girl. I wanted to be a little girl. I wanted to grow up like other girls. I slept with my dolls, and they were my comfort against the sorrow of my mother's passing.
"And then he started."
"What do you mean?" Mark asked.
"My father started coming to my room at night. I cringed when I heard his footsteps coming down the hall. I knew what he wanted. One just senses those things. I would pretend that I was sleeping, but that didn't help."
He would come into my room, and sit on the edge of my bed. I could smell the whisky on his breath. And I trembled as he put his hands on me. He would move the bed clothes off me, even as I was sleeping, and press his hands under my nightie. I shuddered as he touched my titties, and moved his hands over my young pussy.
"I was so afraid," she went on, "and when I would cry and beg him to leave me alone, he would say that I should be more understanding. He would say that he really loved me, and that is was natural that we should be close. He said it was a link betweeen my mother and him. Oh, Mark, it hurt so much when he forced me to submit. I was just a little girl, and he pushed his big fat cock in my little pussy, and I wanted to die. I couldn't look anyone in the eye. I imagined that everyone could tell. I was terrified."
"It's all over now," Mark said. "Try not to think about it. There's no reason for us to go up to Buffalo. What do you need to see him again for just to show him your new car, and all the success you've had?"
"No, that isn't it. I want some of my things, and some of my mother's things. This will be the last time I'll ever go back. I just have to face it all."
"Well, if you really think it's necessary," Mark said. "Yea, it is."
"Okay, let's get dressed."
"You haven't left me any clothes," she smiled. "Look at my things. They're torn to shreds."
"Well, it was worth it, wasn't it."
"Was it?"
"Yea, well we worked out a lot of shit between us. So, we're a little muddy and our clothes are torn up. We'll survive. It's no big deal."
"I don't know," she said, "our lives are so strange, Mark. I wonder what it would be like to be normal."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know," she smiled, pulling on the torn clothes, and grimacing as the clothing moved over her wounds. "Let's get out of here."
"You really aren't angry at me."
"No, I promise."
After they were dressed, they walked together to the Rolls.
"I'm driving," he announced. "But..."
"I said I'm driving," Mark said, with an air of authority. "I don't want to go through that shit again."
"Okay, I submit."
"I'm glad you realize that things have changed somewhat."
Mark turned the Rolls around, and they drove back onto the highway. Speeding up the road, they listened to the radio and relaxed. They didn't speak for several hundred miles. They both had plenty to think about.
"How about sucking me off while I drive?"
"I'm not in the mood," Tammy slipped back into her old attitude.
Mark reached across the front seat, and grabbed the young blonde by the hair. "I thought we've established how it's going to be," he screamed. "I don't want any more shit from you."
"Need I remind you about . our little contract, dear?"
"I don't care about your damn contract," he snapped.
"Don't think I won't use it."
"You could run it on the front page of the New York Times for all I care," he announced. "I told you I was sick of your shit and your threats. I thought that little beating in the woods took care of your attitude problem. I guess I was wrong."
"Don't do this to me," she whimpered. "I can't stand it."
"I could care less what you think," he said. "Now suck my cock, or get out of the fucking car!"
"It's my car," she announced.
With an open hand, he slapped her fiercely across the face.
"Okay, okay," she whimpered. "Don't hit me anymore. I surrender."
"We'll see about that," he said. "And every time you pull this shit on me I'm going to slap the shit out of you. You're going to learn who is the master, and who is the slave in this relationship."
Then, grabbing her by the hair, he pulled Tammy's mouth to his crotch. "Now suck!"
With tears running down her face, she unzipped Mark's trousers, and lifted his swollen cock out of his pants. With a firm grip on his stick, she pressed her lips to the tip of his meat, and with tears of outrage pouring out of her eyes, she took his penis in her mouth and began moving her mouth up and down on this stick.
"That's it, girl," he smiled, "I'll make a woman out of you yet. Just suck that cock."
She cringed with hurt pride as her mouth moved up and down his stick. Tears blinded her, and her heart was filled with great sorrow. Taking his cock all the way into her mouth, she sucked rapidly, wanting it to be finished. Mark's attitude was entirely new to her. She wasn't used to being treated like this.
The car nearly veered off the road as Mark shot his load of spunk into the girl's mouth. Up and down she moved her mouth on his swollen member, drinking all of his hot juice.
"That was nice, honey," he smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"
"No!"
"But why? I thought we were friends again."
"You are toying with me, using me. You are still angry at me, and punishing me for something."
"Who me?"
"Yea, you. I think it's obvious that you haven't forgiven me."
"I don't think you've really changed," he said. "That's what the problem is."
"But I have changed. I don't know why you don't believe me."
"It's going to take a lot of action to prove that you are going to be different," he said. "Not just words."
Mark pulled up his zipper as the car sped along. Tammy sat back in her seat and pouted.
He could care less. As far as he was concerned at that moment, he was finished with the girl. He was thinking about Pinky, and how nice she was to him.
After several more hours of silence, Tammy turned to Mark and spoke.
"Don't you like me anymore?'
"Not really."
"But why?"
"Because you are a selfish little bitch," he said, calmly. "It's taken me a long time to get over you, to understand the nature of what our relationship has become. I just don't want anymore grief. And that's all you have to give me."
"I admit I've been a little brat," she whimpered. "But I can change."
"People don't change," he said. "You are what you are, and I am what I am."
"And what, exactly am I?" she asked with teary eyes.
"You are no good," he said, calmly. "And I'm not really blaming you. I think you were no good when I met you. Maybe it was the way you were raised all the shit you went through. But I doubt it. I think we can overcome what we've been subjected to. I think it's simply your basic nature."
"What is that nature," she was trying to be proud but she sensed that what she and Mark had shared for the two years of their relationship was dead.
"You are the most selfish human being I have ever met," he said. "Everything has had to be on your terms. Everything I was like a lackey for you a toy. I can't play that way anymore. Women have taken advantage of my sensitivity for far too long. Well, the shit stops now. I am taking control of my life. And even if I have to remain alone forever, that will just be the way it has to be."
"It isn't like that," she tried to defend herself. "I'm just a girl. . . "
"That's no excuse," he snapped. "We are who we are, and we never change."
"How can that be true?"
"It just is."
"No, I am a good person."
"I'm glad you think so," he smiled. "But as far as I'm concerned we are who we are when we are say ten years old. Nothing changes after that. Oh, we have different experiences, we see different things and people, but we remain essentially the same. That's just the way life is. I haven't changed since I was ten. Have you, really?"
"I think it's a stupid thing to say," she sighed. "If it's true, then why should we go on living past the age of ten?"
"Some of us were good people when we were ten," Mark said. "We have a reason to go on, to fulfill the potential of our original selves."
"And what about me?"
"You will continue trying to find easier ways to live with yourself," he said. "But you never will be able to. You will go on. You will find men and women who will play your game for awhile. You will make slaves or servants out of them. But that's how it will be. You will never really give of yourself to another. You will never really want to open your heart and soul. I can see you so clearly now. The love is dead. Maybe there never really was any."
"That's a lie, I did love you. I love you still."
"Maybe you think that's the truth," he said. "But it's not. There is nothing but lies in your heart. Maybe I'm being idealistic to think that two people can care for each other the way I imagine they can. Maybe such thoughts belong only in my novel. In real life it seems that we are all so selfish, so locked into our own ways."
"And do you think you are different?"
"Well, I think that after I get you out of my life things will be different. I will be able to live more honestly."
"Won't you be lonely with out me?"
"I admit I've grown used to you," he said. "But I will find someone else. Love is as perennial as the grass. And even if I don't, I will learn to nurture myself. I will be a world complete unto myself."
"No man is an island..."
"A nice cliche for you to speak about, since you are such a cliche of a person."
"Don't leave me alone," she began weeping again.
"You'll never be alone, my dear," he laughed. "There will always be men chasing after you, and you'll be able to wrap them around your little finger. You won't be lonely."-
"But you always understood me."
"Too much so, my dear. And now I feel the inner strength to throw you out of my life. I can live without you. No more dependence on you."
"But where will I go? I don't want to live alone."
"You can stay at my place for awhile," he said. "I don't want to be a prick about it. I just don't want any closeness from you."
"What about sex."
"What about it?"
"Will you still make love with me?"
"No."
"Please. I'm addicted to you. I don't think there's another man who can get me off the way you do."
"Well, I'll think about it." Suddenly, the young girl broke into heavy sobs. With her eyes turned to the young man as he drove, she cried dramatically.
"A great performance," he laughed. "You really deserve an academy award."
"Gee, thanks," she spit at him. "You are rotten, just like my father."
His fist traveled across the front seat with lightning speed, catching her on the chin, and bouncing her head off the window.
She looked at him with terror in her eyes.
"That's right, bitch," he snapped. "Maybe now you'll believe me that it's air over. There's nothing left between us. I was your toy your human dildo. And it's finished."
"It's just because your book is almost finished that you're saying this," she whined. "Now that you don't need me anymore, you're going to toss me out."
"Think whatever you would like," he smiled.
"You're throwing the baby out with the bath water," she said. "You'll regret it."
"Maybe," he smiled, "but you'll be the last one to find out about it."
"Well, I'm going to go to the police with the contract," she said, shaking. "I'll prosecute you for abusing me, sexually. You'll go to prison."
"Fine," he said. "That will be just fine. I think I can find enough character witnesses to substantiate what kind of person you are, and what kind of person I am. I don't think I face any danger."
"Well, we'll see about that," she stared out the window.
"Since I have to share this car ride with you, bitch," he yelled, "I think I should let you entertain me."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I think I would like another blow-job."
"Well, you can suck on your own cock," she said. "I'm sick of you and your sexual needs."
"Do you want your fucking head shoved through the window, bitch? Would you like to have me do that to you?"
"What's gotten into you?" she said. "I thought after that scene in the forest that we had reached an understanding."
"I thought we had, too," he said. "But then I got to thinking: so what if I got all the anger out of my system, and we tried a new approach. It's still the same old script. You're just the same bitch. And you will slip back into your old ways. I know that."
"Okay, whatever you say, Mark," she smiled, hate dancing in her eyes. "If it will make you happy to be angry at me, just go ahead."
"Yea, it makes me happy," he smiled. "It's even purifying. It's like puking all the shit out of my system. like a mental enema. Things aren't going to be the same anymore. So just forget about it. I don't want you in my life anymore. Now, do as I say, and suck my cock. And as long as you're around me, if you at all care about your physical health, you will do as I say."
"Yea, yea, yea."
Again, he smacked her across the face. "I don't like the way you talk to me, woman. Now, suck my cock!"
With his hand holding her muddied golden locks, he pressed her mouth to his cock.' "That's it, you little whore. Now suck!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
They arrived in Buffalo around ten o'clock. Following the willful young woman's directions, Mark drove to the Korning residence and parked outside the house.
"Are you coming in with me?" she asked, her face void of emotion.
"Is it necessary?"
"He could be violent if he's drunk," she said. "He might try to rape me."
"Oh, alright," Mark sighed, climbing out of the car. "I would like to head back before midnight. I'm not really in any kind of mood to play homecoming."
"God, you are a bastard. At last I see your true nature."
"It took me awhile to realize what it was also," he scoffed. "It took you to bring out the worst in me."
She didn't say anything more as they walked to the front door. Tammy knocked on the front door.
They heard footsteps approaching. And then the door opened. Standing before them was a balding, pot-bellied, broken-down man in his forties.
"Hello, father," she said.
"What a surprise," he smiled, obviously drunk. "Where have you been all these years?"
"I'm sure you care," the young woman scoffed, as she pushed her way inside the house.
"What happened to you?" Peter Korning asked. "You look like you've been in an accident. Your clothes are all torn, and you're muddy."
"You're really concerned, huh?" she looked about the house. "Nothing has changed much. Too drunk to clean up, eh?"
"Of course I'm concerned," he said. "I have worried about you. Were you in a car crash?"
"No, Mark and I had an accident..."
"Yea, it was fatal," the young writer smiled.
"I've been so worried," the father stammered. "Where have you been these two years? I've been worried sick."
"Don't give us that shit," Mark yelled. "I've heard all about you. You should be very proud of yourself, for raising up such a wonderful young woman. She's just a regular sweetheart."
"Oh, I'm glad you think so," the old man smiled, not realizing that Mark was being sarcastic.
"I've come to get my things, and some of Mom's things," Tammy said.
"Well, I don't know what's left," the old man said, "but, of course, you should take what you want."
While Tammy went through the house searching for her belongings, and keepsakes from her dead mother, Peter Korning and Mark had a little talk.
"I'm sure she said some awful things about me," the father said. "And a lot of it is true. I'm not an angel, by any means. But she made life rather difficult for me, I can tell you that."
"She's no angel, either," Mark said. "None of us are, really."
"Ain't that the truth?" Peter said. "I drink too much, and I touched her when she was too young in a way that father's shouldn't touch their daughters. I couldn't help it. She reminded me so much of her mother. In looks, anyway. But her mother was a sweet and gentle woman. Not at all like Tammy."
"She isn't a little angel, that's for sure," Mark said. "In a lot of ways, I'm sorry I ever met "Well," Peter said, "she is my daughter, and I can't get rid of her that easily. Say, young fellow, would you like a drink? I have some sour mash over here..."
"No thanks, old man. You are a great example of why a man shouldn't drink."
"Yep, I know that," he said. "The doctor tells me that old John Barleycorn is going to kill me. But we all have to go someway."
"Yea, well, life can be a real bitch, can't it?"
"You speak the truth, young man," Peter said. "Life is a real test of endurance."
"What was she like before you started molesting her?"
"Oh, she told you about that, huh?"
"Yea, but I'm not blaming you. I know how she is, and I reckon she was like that before you started in on her. She probably lured you into it, the same way she did me."
"That's the truth, young fellow. She always seemed to me like some sort of witch woman.
Even as a little girl, she was sexy. Her mother was not at all like that. She was a sweet woman. I don't know why Tammy turned out the way she did. We gave her a lot of love. I wasn't a drunk like this always. I was a carpenter a damm good one at that. I was a good bread winner, and until Martha, my wife, died, we had the makings of a good family. But I turned to drink to drown out the sorrows. I didn't know what to do about Tammy. If I could have afforded it, I would have sent her away to a fine school. Or to a psychiatrist. I could see, even when she was a little one, that she was headed for trouble."
"I don't think you played it straight with her, though," Mark observed. "Fucking around with her certainly didn't help her."
"It wasn't entirely my fault," he explained. "Really it wasn't. She had this sexual way about her, even when she was a young girl. She's a bad seed, that one. I hope you don't get too tangled up with her. For your own good, young man."
"Well, I've come to realize that myself," Mark said. "I was falling in love with her. For two years I cared more about her than I did-about myself. Well, all of that's gone now. I've seen the light. But what about you? Are you getting along alright?"
"I have my union pension," he said. "The. house is paid for. I get by alright."
"So, are you men talking, about me?" Tammy appeared, wearing what Mark assumed was one of her deceased mother's dresses.
"No," Mark sighed. "You shouldn't think so highly about yourself. We have other things to talk about besides you."
"Oh, you still on this hate trip?"
"Yea, if you want to call it that," Mark said. "Do you have all the things you wanted to get?"
"Yea," she said, indicating a suitcase on the floor. "Just a few of my old dolls, and some of my mother's dresses, and jewelry."
"Well, I guess we'll be going," Mark said.
"It's getting late," Peter said. "Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?"
"No, I really want to get back to Manhattan," Mark said. "I have a lot of work to do on my novel. And there's a certain young lady I would like to see."
"Oh, you're a writer?"
"I try."
"Who's the young woman you're talking about?" Tammy asked.
"A certain redhead," he said.
"Pinky?"
"Maybe."
"She's mine," Tammy yelled. "Don't you go close to her. Do you understand?"
"Don't tell me what to do, dammit!"
The young woman fell silent.
"Well, it's been nice talking to you," Mark took the old man's hand. "I think we both understand each other. We've both been victimized by this young bitch."
"You said it, pal," Peter said. "It's not always the man's fault, is it?"
"You guys think that I'm a little witch, eh?"
"No comment," Mark said, as he moved to the front door. "Come on, Tammy, we have a long drive ahead of us. This time, you can drive. I'm going to sleep."
"Hey, Pop," Tammy said, "you want to see my new car?"
The old man followed the two outside. "That's a nice car. Rolls Royce, isn't it?"
"Yep," Tammy smiled. "I paid for it. It cost me $80,000. Pretty good, huh?"
"Well, you always were crazy about money and things."
"She has a great sense of values, doesn't she?"
"Yea," the old man winked at Mark. "But all the possessions in the world, does not a happy person make."
"Money can get me what I want," Tammy said.
"Money can't buy love, or even friendship, my dear," the father said. "I hope for your own peace of mind that you come to understand that."
"Yea, well, thanks for the philosophy, pop," Tammy said, throwing the suitcase into the car. "I don't think we'll be seeing each other again. So enjoy yourself while you drink yourself to death."
"Isn't she a sweetheart?" the writer smiled, sympathetically.
"I wish she had never been born."
"I wish I had never met her," Mark said, climbing into the passenger side of the car.
The Rolls Royce sped away from the curb, with the young blonde bitch at the wheel.
"I should have known that you would take his side," she said.
"You just shut' up," Mark said. "I don't want to hear a word from you for the rest of the drive."
"Yes, sir," she was bitter, but not ready to let go of her hold on the writer. In her mind, she figured that he was simply playing a macho game with her, trying to gain the upper hand.
Back in New York, life resumed, but on a different level. Tammy and Mark rarely spoke. He spent most of his time working on the novel, and out of the apartment. He began seeing old friends, trying to put the life he had abandoned prior to Tammy back together.
She busied herself with work, making money, and trying to establish an independent life. She would have rich men come by the apartment now and then to pick her up for a date. It was obvious to Mark that she did so in an attempt to make him jealous.
But he wasn't jealous. He really could care less. As far as he was concerned, Tammy couldn't move out of the apartment soon enough. He had made up the guest bedroom for himself. He didn't want to share a bed with the blonde any longer.
Mark found Pinky's address and phone number in Tammy's address book, and when he called her, she was thrilled to hear from him.
On the phone, the lovely young redhead told Mark that Tammy had told her that she was on the outs with Mark, and forbade her to see him.
The writer and the redhead had a good' laugh over that.
"You know why she doesn't want us to see each other?" he said on the phone.
"Because she wants me all to herself?"
"Not entirely," Mark said. "I told her that I was in love with you."
"Are you?"
"I think so," he said. "But I would like to get to know you better."
"What about Tammy?"
"To hell with her," Mark said. "Listen, why don't you move in with me? I have two bedrooms here. Tammy can keep her room for as long as she wants. I don't want to be a total bastard with her."
"That sounds humane. She really isn't so bad," Pinky said. "She's just a little fucked up, and much too materialistic. The girl wants to be a millionairess."
"Oh, I suppose I can be friends with her eventually, " Mark said. "But for the time being, the less I have to do with her the better."
"Perhaps if we get close," Pinky said, "you will be able to cool off a bit with her. You know, in her own sick way, I think she cares for you a great deal."
"Well, that's just fine and dandy," Mark said. "I could care less, however."
That evening, Pinky moved her belongings over to Mark's place.
Mark and the redhead were having a drink together in the living room, when Tammy came home from the office.
"Oh, hi, Pinky," she said. "Has Mark been a good host while you were waiting for me?"
"Tammy, it isn't like that," Pinky said. "Mark and I are in love with each other. I've moved my things in here."
"Are you serious?" the young blonde turned crimson.
"Quite," Pinky said.
"That's right, Tammy," Mark said. "She'll stay with me in my room. You can continue staying on here if you wish."
"What the fuck is going on here?" the young blonde threw her attache case to the floor. "Even you are turning on me, Pinky?"
"It's not that I'm turning on you," the redhead said. "I love Mark, and he loves me. I would like to be your friend."
"Why? You feel sorry for me?"
"No, that's not it," Pinky tried to be diplomatic. "I love Mark, and I would like to be your friend."
"I don't need your friendship," she snapped. "I don't need anyone. I have a date tonight with a very rich man. I'll have him take me away from all of this."
"You stupid little bitch," Mark laughed. "When are you going to learn that it's much more than money that makes all of this happen."
"Yea, well you can be poor." the blonde said. "I'm going to be rich. Nothing else matters."
"You're wrong, girl."
"Mark's right," Pinky said. "I've been like you. I've chased after money. And it takes a lot more than money to find happiness. You'll have to learn the hard way."
"If she learns at all," Mark said. "I don't hold out much hope for the girl, personally."
"You can both get fucked," Tammy shouted. "I'm going to get dressed. I have a date tonight with a million dollars."
"You said that already," Mark laughed. "That's just great. I hope it feels good to fuck a million dollars. I hope it makes you very happy."
"Come on, Pinky," Mark said, "let's go play in the tub. We can have a nice bubble bath, and relax."
"Don't use any of my bath crystals," the blonde shouted, as she left the room.
"I'll use what I want," he snapped. "And if you don't like it, I'll kick the shit out of you."
"Well, fuck you!" the blonde ran into her room and slammed the door. "I hate you both. You can both go to hell for all I care."
Pinky and Mark weren't paying any more attention to the spoiled little blonde bitch.
In the bathroom, they removed their clothes, and Mark prepared the bath. The strawberry-scented bath crystals foamed while the hot water ran into the tub.
Inside the over-sized tub, the naked lovers faced each other. Pinky's legs were extended past the writer, so that their genitals were nearly touching.
He washed her chest, toying with her succulent breasts, while she stroked his erect cock beneath the water.
"I'm so glad we've come to know each other so well," Pinky said. "Me, too," he smiled, tossing the sponge aside, and pulling the lovely redhead towards him, so that the tip of his hot prick touched her succulent slash.
"Not in the tub," she said. "I want you in bed."
"Okay," he leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the mouth. "There's more room in bed, anyway."
After they had rinsed the soap suds off their bodies, and dried off, they went into the bedroom and fell on the satin bed spread. Holding each other tightly, Mark pressed his mouth to hers, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He caressed her breasts, while she fondled his nuts and cock.
Taking his erect stick in her hand, and stroking it tenderly, she pressed it against her opening. Hot, lubricating juices flowed over her red pubes, and bathed the tip of hungry penis.
Rolling the lovely woman over on her back, Mark kissed her passionately on the mouth, working his hands over her pleasure-swollen breasts,. and kissing her passionately on the mouth.
They were both groaning with increasing desire.
When his mouth was against her glorious pussy, his tongue began exploring the crevices and folds of her snatch. Placing his hands beneath her ass globes, he lifted her up off the bed, and ran his tongue deeply into her pussy.
He moved his mouth up to her throbbing clitoris, and took the magic meat into his mouth. He flicked the tip of his tongue repeatedly over the sensitive organ.
Suddenly Tammy was in the room.
"Come on, you guys," she pouted. "I'm so horny, and I like you both so much. Can't I get into bed with you?"
"I thought you have a date tonight?" Mark asked.
"I do, but I'd much rather be with you guys. I need some tenderness."
"You should have thought about that before you started playing games with my head," he said.
"I'm sorry," Tammy whined.
"It's too late to be sorry," Mark got off the bed and pushed Tammy out of the room. "You should have been sorry long ago. When I still cared about you. Now, get the fuck out of here. Go on your date. Roll in your million dollars, baby."
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
"-likewise, sugar," he laughed, slamming and locking the bedroom door behind him.
"Now, what were we doing?"
"I think you were, sucking my pussy," Pinky said. "And it felt heavenly."
"Yes, that rings an erotic bell," he said, stroking his huge erection and getting back on the bed. "I think I will just have to suck on that red pussy of yours some more. It's my favorite meal."
"Oh, you are so nasty," she laughed. "I guess that's why I love you."
"Do you really?"
"Indeed I do," she laughed. "There's nothing quite like a romantic pervert."
"I guess that's me," he said, moving back between the young woman's thighs, and lifting her sweet firm ass up off the bed. Pressing his mouth against the orange-fur covered snatch, he took her clitoris in his mouth and sucked. His fingers toyed with her orifice, and moved along her anal opening.
"Oh, you turn me on so fully," she gushed. "I feel as though I'm going to come. And it will be such a nice orgasm."
"I hope you enjoy it," he smiled, and then returned to probing the depths of her pussy.
As the young lovely redhead began to climax, Mark pressed his tongue into her anal opening. She gasped with pleasure as her orgasm was made manifold.
She writhed and kicked with pleasure as his tongue reamed her behind, and moved in and out of the tight opening.
"Fuck me, Mark, please fuck me," she moaned. "Fill me with your magnificent cock."
"With pleasure," Mark smiled, moving in close between her luxuriant thighs, and pressing the tip of his hot member into the lubricated slit. She writhed with joy as the cock pressed deeper and deeper into her crack; she was beside herself with pleasure.
"I can't take it," she screamed. "This is too good to believe. What a fuck artist you are."
"It takes one to know one," he sighed, squeezing her firm young tits as his cock moved rapidly in and out of her hole.
"So many orgasms," she said, "you make me come like there was no tomorrow."
"There isn't," he laughed. "As far as I'm concerned, this is the end of the world."
"What do you mean?" she gasped.
"It's the end of the old world," he explained, "and the beginning of the new. Out with the old," he said, as he pulled his stick from her pussy, "and in with the new."
Mark rolled the young woman over on her belly, and spreading her long, shapely legs wide apart, prepared to take his pleasure in her ass-hole.
"Be gentle," Pinky asked. "I'm new to this."
"Of course I'll be gentle," he said. He helped Pinky into a knee-chest position, and spreading her sweet young ass globes apart, pressed the tip of his cock against her anus.
"Oh, I like the way that feels," she said, as the head of his cock pressed past the tight sphincter ring. "Oh, yea, fill me up, you bugger."
"With pleasure," he said, rubbing her breasts while his cock moved slowly into the hot depths of her rectum.
"This is what I call a great fuck," he laughed.
"I'll fuck to that." .
And they did.-
Pinky reached between her lush thighs, and frigged herself while the handsome young writer slowly pressed the entire length of his fuck stick into the depths of her bowel.
When he was all the way in to the hilt, he began slowly to move his entire nine inches back and forth, in and out. With each stroke, they both came closer and closer to orgasm.
"Never have I enjoyed sex so much," she moaned. "You make me realize how long I have been without pleasure."
"And you make me realize how important emotion is in love making," he said. "All that time with Tammy," he managed to speak, while lost in the excitement of plunging in and out of the woman's ass-hole, "I thought sex was simply sex. But now I know different. I know that it takes affection, and tenderness."
"Yes, yes, yes," Pinky moaned as she raced towards orgasmic completion.
"It takes love," he said, as he was about to spill his load deep into the woman's bowels.
"And more than that," she gasped, "it takes total surrender."
And then Mark groaned, a shudder of sexual joy racing down the length of his spine, and he unloaded his burden into the redhead's rectum.
She simultaneously shuddered with orgasm, and squeezed her ass-hole down tightly on his invading member as he slid slowly in and out of her behind.
"This is great," he groaned.
"It's better than great," she chimed in, "it's magnificent. It's the best sex of my life."
"Me, too."
And after Mark had emptied his load into the woman's behind, he pulled out of her, and collapsed beside her on the bed. "That was glorious," he said. "I feel as though our souls have touched."
"Me, "too."
"Do you think we have surrendered to each other?"
"I hope so," he said. "It's funny that it should happen so quickly with you. "All that time with Tammy I wanted her to surrender. I wanted her to love me. But it seemed that the more I wanted it, the farther away from me she moved."
"Isn't that like life?" Pinky said. "When we want something to happen, it never does. It seems only when we let things happen spontaneously does life come to our doorstep."
"You should be a poet," he said.
"I never really thought of myself as a creative person," Pinky said.
"Well, I can tell by the way you make love," he smiled, "that you are an extremely creative person."
"Thank you," she said, "but I think you are saying that only because you love me."
Mark looked at her incredulously, without being able to say a word.
"Can you tell just like that?"
"That you love me?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Of course," Pinky smiled. "A gal just knows those things."
"How?"
"Mostly by the way you make love with me."
"And how is that?"
"You care more about me than about yourself," she explained. "That makes a girl feel special. And that's how it should be."
"You know and I'm not saying this to make you jealous, or anything like that, but there was a time when I thought I made love to Tammy that way. There was a time when I thought I could never love anyone but her."
"And you probably meant it," Pinky said. "But Tammy is a spoiled little brat. Her values are all fucked up. I don't know if she'll ever, change. I don't know whether we change. Sometimes I get the feeling that we simply are the way we are, and that's it."
"It makes me sad about her, that's all."
"Well," Pinky smiled, caressing the young man's head, "you can still be friends with her. You've been a little cruel with her, don't you think?"
"And she deserved it."
"We always get what we deserve," Pinky said. "That's the rule of life. But sometimes we can be bigger than ourselves to help someone. Even if it hurts."
"And you think that I should be nice to Tammy?"
"It wouldn't kill you."
"After all the shit she's pulled on me."
"How you deal with her isn't going to upset me," Pinky said. "I'm going to love you anyway."
"Well, I'll think about it."
The months dragged on slowly for Mark Browning. He labored on the final draft of his novel, and was quite pleased with the results. He felt that he could sell the book, and would not have to rely on using his own capital to publish it himself. But even if that became necessary, he believed enough in the work to sell some bonds, or even his apartment, in order to break into print. He knew he had a winner on his hands.
Life at home worked smoothly. Pinky and Mark developed a very deep relationship. They had surrendered to each other fully. And while Tammy continued to live with them, the hostility between the blonde and the writer seemed to ebb.
Tammy was about to turn eighteen. To finally make peace with the young woman-at Pinky's prompting Mark decided to throw a surprise birthday party for her.
He had surprised the young woman by phoning her at work on the day of her birthday, and telling her that he wanted to meet her at work at five o'clock. She asked him why, and he said he simply wanted to straighten out a few things with her away from the house. ,-
She was shocked that he had called her, as their relationship had been stuck in a rut for quite some time. He even was nice to her on the phone. She wondered if it was because it was her birthday. She had mentioned her birth date to him several years earlier, but had forgotten. She didn't think that he knew. So she wondered why the hell he was being nice to her.
In many ways, she was afraid of confronting him on her eighteenth birthday. She was afraid that the moment of reckoning was at hand. The contract, which she figured still terrified the budding writer somewhat, was about to expire. She realized that her hold on him would be lost.
While Mark met her at the office, and took her down the street to a popular Seventh Avenue bar Jive Inn Pinky Pinkham was busy organizing the party. Tammy's fellow workers had already been invited, as well as mutual acquaintances. It wasn't a large group, but everyone was supposed to be at Mark's apartment by seven o'clock.
The plan was to surprise Tammy, and after some drinks, move over to the Cafe des Artistes, the young blonde's favorite restaurant.
After making small talk for an hour with the willful young blonde in the bar, they caught a cab back to the apartment.
'Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked-
"Maybe I would like to make-up with you," he said. "We've been together for a few years now. There were some good times, and there have definitely been some bad times. Now, I think we're adult enough to deal with some sort of relationship that isn't strictly love-hate."
"Is it because today is my eighteenth birthday that you are saying this?"
"Today! You're kidding?"
"No, I'm eighteen today," she smiled. "We've known each other for three years, Mark."
"It's truly amazing how times speeds past."
"Are you sure you didn't know."
"How the fuck could I know."
"I think I might have mentioned it to you once."
"You know I don't have any kind of memory."
"That's true."
"Well, maybe Pinky and I and you will go out for dinner, or to a nightclub or something. We should all be friends."
"Well, Mark, I've learned my lesson."
"Have you really?"
"Well, I don't think I'm ever going to change," she said. "Basically, you and I are different folk. You are much kinder deep down than I. I know I'm kind of a bitch, and my values aren't necessarily the best values, but they're the only values I have."
"I'm not perfect either," the writer said, as he paid the cabbie, and they started towards the apartment building. "Maybe we can be close again. But I want you to know, I really am in love with Pinky."
"I accept that," she said, "and I promise not to interfere with your relationship. You guys are really good for each other. But I do feel sort of left out. I like both of you. And as much as I hate to admit it, I miss the great sex I used to have with both of you."
"You mean all those millionaires you've been going out with aren't good lovers?"
"It's strange how it works," she said, as the elevator took them up to the apartment, "but all those guys are so busy making money working their asses off that they are terrible lovers. They're all tense, and weird. And most of them are impotent."
"Sorry to hear that," Mark said, as they approached the door of the apartment.
As he turned the key in the door and opened it, everyone inside yelled: "surprise!"
"Ah, shit," she screamed, and the room fell silent.
"Folks," Mark announced, "Tammy and I are going to be married." The blonde's mouth fell open. Everyone stared at the lovely young blonde incredulously, not believing that she was about ' to throw a fit at her own surprise birthday party. The fact that she was just turning eighteen had something to do with this, no doubt. But the roomful of older people mostly Seventh Avenue fashion types were not quite so understanding.
"Hey, Mark," one of the guests shouted, "is your youthful fianc� about to throw one of her tantrums?"
"Just because we gave her a surprise birthday party?" another voice chimed in.
"Excuse me," Mark Browning grabbed the willful young blonde, and pulled her down the hall, and into the bedroom.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?" Mark screamed, the vein on his forehead protruding. "I went to all this trouble to invite the people you work with over for a special surprise party in your honor and instead of being pleased, you throw a fucking tantrum!"
"I don't like surprises," she said, standing her ground. "They make me perspire."
"What?"
"You heard what I said," Tammy said. "I'm so nervous now, I think I'm going to flip-out."
"But why?"
"Not only do you pull this surprise birthday party shit on me," she said, "but what's this about us getting married.? "
"That surprised me, too," Mark smiled. "It just came out."
"Well, did you mean it?"
"Yea, I guess I did," Mark mused. "Shit, I wouldn't have said it unless I meant it."
"But I thought you hated me?"
"I wanted to, really I did," Mark frowned. "We are as unlikely as a dog and a cat to fall in love and be married. You will probably hurt me consistently. . .
"Oh, Mark," she cried, "you do mean it? I have loved you, too. I'm so sorry for the way I've acted. I just never figured you really cared for me. I thought you were just using me for my youth and beauty."
"Jesus, you have quite an ego, don't you?"
"Well?"
"Hey,' what the hell is going on here?" Pinky came in the room.
"What do you mean?" Mark smiled.
"Well, I wasn't surprised about the party," the lovely redhead said; "I helped plan it. "But what's this about a marriage?"
"I didn't know either," Mark said. "It just came out of my mouth. You will marry me, won't you?" he turned to the blonde.
"Of course," she threw her arms around him. "This is the happiest day of my life."
"Mine, too," the writer smiled, with tears of joy running down his cheeks.
"What about me?" Pinky grew depressed. "I thought you loved me."
"I do," Mark said. "But more as a friend. This is the woman I love as a wife. I always have."
"But she will hurt you like before."
"No," Mark said. "I think we have an understanding now. I think we can be real friends. We've paid a lot of dues together. What do you think, Tammy?"
"I'm willing to give it a go," she said.
"And now, since you are eighteen," Mark said. "Tell me about the contract."
"What about it?" she asked.
"Well," he said, "I've looked all over the house for it for three years now, and I haven't found it. Where the fuck did you hide it?"
"I didn't."
"What?"
"You heard me," she said, "I didn't hide it."
"Then what did you do with it."
"I tore it up and flushed it down the toilet."
"Why?"
"I didn't really want to have such a thing in the house," she smiled, through tears of happiness. "I was afraid you wouldn't love me if I didn't have the contract. It was just a contract in our imaginations. Do you understand?"
"I think so," Mark said. "But now it's time to have a real contract."
"What do you mean?"
"A marriage license."
"Oh, Mark, you are so romantic and wonderful," she said.
"A romantic fool, if you ask me," Pinky said. "I'm getting my things and clearing out of this madhouse!"
"Don't go, Pinky," Tammy called after her.
"Let her go if she wants," Mark said. "There's only room fotwo in this honeymoon suite."
"Oh, Mark," she threw her arms around his neck. "I surrender to you. I will never be a bad girl again, I promise."
The room suddenly filled with applause, and the young couple looked up to see all the guests standing in the hall, and looking into the room.
"True love," someone said.
"Let's show them what true love is all about," Mark whispered to Tammy.
"Do you mean it?"
"Sure, why not?" he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
Simultaneously, they both rose and struggled free of their clothes. The party guests in the hall looked on in disbelief.
"This is the Big Apple, and everything goes," someone whispered to the stranger at her side, "but this is really going to far!"
Tammy and Mark were naked on the bed. His fingers moved gently through her flowing hair, and his lips moved from her warm,, succulent mouth, to her eye lids, her nostrils, her ears, and her throat.
Tammy arched her back, and moaned with pleasure as the writer's hands moved over her breasts. The tawny nipples stood erect. And when Mark took them in his mouth, gently stroking them with the tip of his tongue, she was in seventh heaven.
So was Mark.
And so were the the perspiring guests-huddled together in the hall, panting, and feeling hot blood pump through their veins as they witnessed the romantic debauchery.
The men in the crowd, for the most part, had slipped their hands into their pockets, and were toying with themselves. The women were pressing their thighs together, feeling the hot juices of sexual expectation trickle from their love pit.
Mark was atop the lovely young woman, preparing to. slide his love stick deep into her treasure box. They were oblivious to the crowd that hovered about them.
As Mark's cock slid slowly into the well lubricated passion pit, Tammy wrapped her legs around her man's back, and pulled him deeply inside of her.
As they pumped each other passionately, the group of gawkers became increasingly aware of their own frustrations their inability to be sexually spontaneous.
Suddenly someone grabbed someone's breast. And lips met. Legs rubbed against each other.
A wave of sexual heat poured from the corridor into the bedroom. One by one, and in pairs, the guests removed their clothes and pressed through the door into the bedroom.
Soon the bed was covered with naked men and women. Women were sucking each other's pussies, and caressing each other's breasts, and men were fucking women.
There were tongues sinking into vaginas, wrapping around erect penises, and sinking into anuses. It was a hot little sex party.
The moans rose in volume until the room was filled with a constant moan, akin to the roaring of wild animals in the jungle.
When the orgasms began, the noise grew in intensity. It was like the buzzing of locusts, or an army of bees in search of pollen-filled flower blossoms.
The noise rose, as the bed shook, and the shelves on the wall vibrated. For a time, it seemed as though the bed would rise right up off the floor.
And the thumping went on.
Most of the couples had by now switched, and new men were joined with new women.
Sighs and moans echoed louder and louder.
It was like the song of gods.
Or the screams of sirens.
It would have been vexatious to the spirit of a moral man.
"We've really started something here," Mark whispered to Tammy as his cock plunged in and out of her.
"It's like a group wedding," the young woman panted, as her pussy opened and closed on the invading cock.
And then Mark cried out with satisfaction, and shot hot jism deep into his future wife's pussy.
She simultaneously gave up her orgasm, and her legs spasmed with electric shock jolts of sexual intensity, as every nerve ending in her body buzzed, and glowed, telegraphing messages throughout her being saying, as it were: "I come."
While Mark and Tammy luxuriated in the loveliness of sexual oblivion, holding each other tightly, as their genitals still pulsated with emotion, the other couples on the bed continued to have a go at each other. The scene was completely out of hand. "This is quite a way to start off a marriage," Tammy smiled.
"Oh, it will get better with time," he laughed. "You know, I had no idea that our friends were so perverse."
