"Piccadilly Pimp" achieved the distinction of being banned in Great Britain and all available copies were confiscated from London bookstores by the Metropolitan police upon the day of publication. The author has admitted that he engaged in the dubious profession described in detail in this frank expose of the British prostitute. There is no question that he has first-hand knowledge of the psychology and operating methods of a big city pimp.
The recruiting of the heroine as a simple working girl, and her gradual psychic conditioning to the acceptance of whoredom as a normal and desirable state is depicted in intimate and knowing detail. As the sceneby-scene seduction unfolds, we can understand how a girl can become a working prostitute without feeling the slightest qualms or compunctions about her way of life. One has the feeling that any normal, attractive young girl can be debauched by the clever artifices of the pimp or "ponce" as he is known in England.
The legions of prostitutes who patrol Piccadilly Circus in the heart of London have long been a source of embarrassment to the English. But admittedly there is little their sociologists or psychiatrists have been able to do to cope with the problem. Especially since with the coming of greater material prosperity to Great Britain, the prostitute now cruises and makes her pickups in snappy sports cars in famed Piccadilly. The more attractive and more prosperous girls rent luxurious flats and have begun to operate more or less in the manner of the American call-girl. The imitation is complete, down to special answering services catering exclusively to the girls "in the life" in London.
However, there is a difference in one respect. The "ponce" or pimp seems to be in much greater evidence in London than in New York or other metropolitan centers. This individual with his "stable of girls" is an all too prevalent fixture of London life. The reasons for his existence, his mode of operation may be better understood by the author's revelation of the vicious sexual immorality of the "Piccadilly Pimp."
Continental Classics is reprinting this copy for the first time in this country. Because of the nature of the subject matter this volume is recommended only for students in the field or mature general readers.
Allan Saunders,M.A. New York City, September 1967
CHAPTER ONE
Marcie settled her lush behind firmly as her plump buttock cheeks shook seductively. Her full, jutting bosoms jiggled slightly as she eased her voluptuous figure more deeply into the front seat of the speeding Jaguar. She knew that she and Rudy, her handsome, well-built boy friend would soon be pulling up at an inn for their first evening on the road together. And she knew she would be spending it in sexual dalliance with him.
It would be the first time that the attractive red-headed Marcie would be offering her hot little pussy to Rudy. She imagined his admiring gaze drinking in the spectacle of her naked cunt exposed as her legs were parted on the bed. His stalwart huge penis tinged with lust would rise and expose his scrotum beside her, and she would turn her lush, beautifully carried breasts toward his face. She hoped he would be gentle as he kissed her large crimson nipples that she knew wouldsurprise him with their size as they jutted, erect under his tonguing. She could feel his strong hands cupping the yielding, tender firmness of her buttock cheeks. The impatient throbbing lust of his huge, tumescent cock would caress her satiny smooth thighs and lower belly. She would draw him impatiently to the intimate warmth of her palpitating cunt, musky moist with eager desire.
She snapped out of the reverie as she heard Rudy say, "We've covered quite a bit of territory since we left Birmingham this morning. We're coming to a nice motel -no sense in knocking ourselves out trying for London in one hop.
Marcie snuggled closer to Rudy, nodding in adoring agreement. Rudy was a gentleman, and this was one of the principal qualities which had attracted Marcie to him from the beginning. Also, he was handsome, big and manly. When he looked at her she knew he would always have the right answer for every problem, that he would be able to take care of a woman no matter what.
Rudy Nichols personified Marcie's ideal of a man. That was why she had fallen in love with him. And that was why she had given up her job, left her family, and accompanied
Rudy on this trip, a trip which was to mark the beginning of a new life for her.
The brakes of the big Jaguar slowed the vehicle smoothly. A tiny indicator winked on the instrument panel. The car entered the parking lot of the inn.
Excitement tightened its grip around Marcie's thighs, constricting her throat and causing her blood to rush faster. Just a few minutes more and she would be alone with him in the room, alone with him in bed, ready for his thrusting penis.
Marcie was not a virgin. She had given herself to a boy she had thought she loved. The great affair had ended with the boy's departure for Cambridge. About a year later when she was on her first job, she had surrendered her love garden to one of the men who worked in her office. That had happened only once, after which she'd realized she had made a mistake and didn't go out with the man again. Shortly after going to work in the Birmingham bank where she later met Rudy, she had become involved with a young teller and they had fucked eagerly on several occasions. She broke off that because she was disillusioned with the man. He was nice enough in most ways, but she didn't have the kind of feeling for him she believed was necessary in order to justify their relationship. Anyway, he hadn't satisfied her.
Now there was Rudy. She knew he would satisfy her, and she loved him. Even so, she wouldn't have consented to go with him to London except for the fact that they were engaged but couldn't get married until his divorce became final Her choice had been either to go with him and live as his wife for the month or so until his decree came through, or to let him go alone and rely upon letters and an occasional telephone call to keep their love alive. She had been afraid to chance that. Rudy was an attractive man and, from all she had heard Picadilly was well stocked with available girls. Anyway, she wanted to be with him. She wanted to be laid by him, to know him carnally, to be humped by his sex organ and to know his hot spermal release in her vagina.
She waited in the shadowed luxury of the car while Rudy registered.
The door opened and Rudy reappeared. Marcie was watching him, admiring for the thousandth time the virile manliness of his bearing, the smoothly confident way he moved, the expression on his firm, even features which reflected intelligence and a touch of humor.
Marcie twisted her head and looked. The word Vacancy, at the bottom of the sign, now had No in front of it.
"I hope it's a nice room," Marcie said, trying to be as casual about the forthcoming hump as Rudy was.
"It's bound to be," he replied.
"Darling..." she murmured, and her hand found its way into his. The warmth of his grip comforted and reassured her, and made her even more anxious to experience the nakedness, the hot insertion of his penis, the wet release of his male seed in her eager cunt.
Rudy brought in their bags and closed the door behind him. He smiled at her. "Want to run out for a couple of drinks? There's a little pub just down the road."
"Do you want to?" Marcie asked.
His smile turned to a gaze of warm desire. "Not much."
She moved up to him, her big soft bubbies flattening against him. "There's only one thing I want." Her hand fell softly to his fly and her fingertips rubbed the head of his penis through the trousers. She felt it harden and the head pushed against her fingers.
He raised his hands to touch her full titties, raising them with his palms. They continued to gaze at one another, and he didn't draw her close to him yet, just enjoyed the touch of her fingers toying with his excited prick through his pants.
"I want you, Rudy. Only you."
"Angel..." he murmured. "That's what I've been wanting to hear you say ever since we met."
She felt the warmth of his pressing ramrod as they embraced. Then there was the firm pressure of his lips, as he forced hers further apart, the snugness of their bodies together, and his aggressive tongue against her's, the throbbing of his sex against her eager, moistening thighs.
Rudy's hands, against her back, were pressing her so tightly to him that her big brassiere-imprisoned breasts spread against his hard chest. She felt a dull ache there. She wanted Rudy to free her excited titties from their nylon cups, to take and love the tingling nipples which even now were swelling and pushing forward.
Marcie's sleek tongue twisted and turned with Rudy's as their kiss went on and on. Her head became lighter, their mutual excitement increasing to fever pitch. And she felt his prick pressing her belly and thighs even when she let go of it. He had gotten hard-ons before, when she and Rudy had kissed and even on a couple of occasions when they were only dancing. Tonight, for the first time, she would" know his prick buried within her cunny and she would feel his hot come spurting far up her passage filling the sheath with his burning creamy come juice.
His hands stirred at her back and moved to her lush buttock cheeks, squeezing her luscious ass. He eased her slightly apart from him. He murmured hoarsely, "God, how I want you."
"And I want you, darling,"
He murmured, "You are so lovely, I can't believe you're real."
Rudy Nichols now devoted himself to the happy task of undressing all this beauty. He was not at all clumsy, as were the other males who had stripped her before.
The top portion of her dress came away, and then the skirt. Rudy stretched the slim elastic band at the top of her half slip and let the lacey garment down.
"Let's do the rest in the dark," Marcie found herself whispering. There was something about this occasion which was so sweet and tender that light seemed an intrusion. She wanted to give herself freely, without self-consciousness or restraint.
Rudy didn't touch the delectable titties right away. He knelt instead and began ungartering her nylons. The touch of his fingertips excited her thighs as he searched for one strap, then the other. He skipped to her other leg and repeated the process. He brushed her stockings down her creamy legs.
Marcie had a wild desire to clutch Rudy's head between her hands and to bring his mouth to her yearning cunt, so his lips could clamp upon her pussy labia. But she resisted this impulse. Anyway, he had yet to roll and slide her girdle away.
He accomplished this with the same ease he had snown in the rest of the undressing process. He'd had a lot of experience with women's clothes, Marcie concluded, and she wasn't sure she liked this. But what should she have expected -that he would behave like a fumbling, masturbating adolescent? She certainly hadn't wanted that, and anyway, a man of Rudy's appeal was bound to have had a great deal of experience.
So be it, Marcie thought. He loved her now, and they were engaged. This was all that mattered.
When she was naked, he left her long enough to draw the covers to the foot of the bed. There was enough light in the room for her to make out his movements, now that her eyes were accustomed to the dimness. When he turned from the bed, he lifted her in his arms and placed her gently in the center of the bed. Then he stood aside to remove his own clothes.
He crouched on the bed at her side, his weight on his knees and elbows, as his hands slipped over the satiny rounds of her tits. These stood up, even when she lay on her back. The nipples at their crests were firm and high when his palms covered them.
He murmured something deliciously sweet in her ear, touched there with his tongue tip, and squeezed her nipples at the same time. She moaned in response to the pressure of his hands. Her nipples throbbed and she squirmed on the bed. She felt his hot cock tip leaving a scorching trail along her belly and thighs.
She wanted his throbbing prick in everyway. She wanted to feel the goading touch of it, the pressure...and then his total possession of her yearning cunt by his horny hardon, the hot throbbing filling of her love hole by his wondrous dick. He was kissing her now. His touch was soft and passionate. His lips felt exactly as Marcie had always thought a man's lips should. They skipped downward and onto the rising swell of the sweet tit that was nearest him. He had slipped his hands down to her sides, leaving her tit momentarily unattended to await the ministrations of his lips on the nipple.
Marcie's breath came more rapidly as she felt his parted lips nearing her nipple. She twisted, causing the tit to jiggle slightly, and moaned.
Rudy slid his lips against it, then he had her nearest nipple completely, with hot moist mouth and tongue.
Marcie clutched his head and drew him harder against the hot teat, even as she arched her back to force her breast more fully to his kiss. Her head back, her mouth open, her eyes jammed tightly closed, she luxuriated in the sensation of his anxious lips and caressing tongue. Her nipple pushed against his mouth.
Rudy went to her other breast, this time bringing his hands into play as well. He raised them at her sides until they were pressing against the outer swells of her breasts, forcing them closely together. He kissed at the second nipple, went back to the first, then moved his parted lips this way and that so that each caress would include both tense and tingling buds.
His lips went on, as his hands clasped and worked her breasts, squeezing and pressing and moving them, the nipples dragging against his palms and fingers. He was kissing her about the navel, his mouth pressing to the softness of her rounded belly. His index fingers and thumbs plucked at her bosom crests, exciting the crinkled flesh of her aureoles, and the pressure of his opposing thumbs and forefingers torturing her nipples in such a sweet way that she felt she would pass out if he continued much longer.
He didn't continue. He had more urgent matters to attend to.
The first of these was to kiss her in a way which sent great waves of pleasure to her. She quirmed and pressed her sweetness to him.
Now he was kissing her along the legs, nipping with his lips and teeth, and touching her with the tip of his tongue. He lifted each leg in turn so that he could kiss them along the backs behind the knee, along the gentle arc of her calf.
Now he held both her legs in front of him as he kissed her. Suddenly Marcie took her feet from his grasp and moved her legs quickly, twisting katty-corner on the bed. She took him captive and began to draw him toward her.
Her hands found his tremendous rigid cock and she gasped at the feel of the rock-hard organ pulsating in her hand, like a living creature. What a passionate man he was How he wanted her, Her hands guiding him, he moved forward and they touched. She placed the gleaming tip of the lust swollen penis between her moist-warm cunny lips.
Marcie was not aware of individual sensations after that. There was only the rosy swirl of the great passion which possessed her total consciousness. Rudy's huge upcurving rod lanced into her tunnel until the whole pulsating extension disappeared into the slippery cunt-hole. The hot thrill caused them to groan as the huge organ filled her tight passage with hot joy. His scrotum slapped against her hair surrounded, prickextended pussy lips and her hand went to the dangling sack, cupping the balls. Even in her joy, she noticed the largeness of them, the one on the right being larger than its mate. His hands worked their way beneath her back so that he could hold her by the underside of the hot, yielding cheeks of her behind. He was heavy, but not unpleasantly so since he kept most of his weight on his elbows. He began to move with her, and she pumped with him.
No man ever had fucked her so well, and no man had ever aroused such a torrent of response from her. She was aware that she was moving feverishly. His force and urgency thrilled her, stimulating an even greater reaction on her part, until she could not save herself from plummeting over the precipice.
Rudy remained still as her twitching orgasm subsided, but he did not slide his burning prick from the orgasm-moistening hole. Slowly and very gently at first, he began jabbing his hot shaft in and out rapidly. He whispered to her at the same time, telling her how lovely, beautiful and passionate she was.
She surprised herself by responding quickly to this combination of stimuli and soon her cunt was moving in rhythm to his fucking action.
Marcie marveled at Rudy's remarkable cock control as he lunged into her with an insistent pile-driving rhythm. She wound her shapely legs around his middle, digging her heels into the small of his back with every passionate thrust. Her white gleaming thighs churned like pistons, meeting the pounding insistence of his ramming prick.
She felt her softly curved belly begin to twitch uncontrollably as orgasmic ecstasy began to surge through her once again.
"Rudy, Rudy, come into me, now -Go ahead, shoot�" Marcie cried out.
Her legs tightened around his humping buttocks as she screamed with the incoherence of a supreme bliss even more intense than before. Rudy's loins contorted in one final thrust as his prick control went and he groaned happily as his body stiffened with the pleasure jolting through him. Marcie finally had her wish, that of her lover's swollen delightful prick ejaculating his hot, liquid sperm inside her. She squeezed his emptying balls which she was still cupping as if to help empty them of every last drop of their hot jetting pleasure. The sperm spurted so plentifully that the overflow ran out of her widely split cunt lips and down between their twitching, sexually united bodies.
CHAPTER TWO
The main thing Rudy noticed when he first saw Marcie was her big, softly jiggling titties pushing against a snug sweater. This was what was visible through the window of her teller's cage -until he peered inside to eye the shapely legs, the generous, seductively curved thighs and buttocks and slender waist, all so enticingly sexy.
He began immediately, on that blustery afternoon in early April, to determine how he could go about buying the girl with the warm brown eyes, the flawless skin, and the sensational figure, who worked behind a plastic marker which read, Miss Sewell.
It wasn't for her value as a mere personal possession that he wanted her, though the idea of having her in that way appealed to him. Money ruled Nichol's world. This came first, before everything else. And he saw in that lovely Miss Sewell an opportunity to make a lot of money without working for it.
Rudy was twenty-eight years old. Ever since he had given up his job as a newspaper carrier at the age of thirteen, he had never really worked for anything he had gained. He had schemed, cheated, burgled and robbed, but he had never worked. This was now a matter of pride as well as habit to him.
He had done well by material standards, living the kind of life he wanted and managing to set some money aside toward the day when he might want to take things a bit easier.
On the day when he had stopped in at her place of employment to make a deposit to his account, and had met Marcie, he had just reached an important decision. He was going to leave the midlands. A change of scene was what he needed.
London he had thought. That was a likely place. He had spent some time there on several occasions, and he liked the town. Though the police maintained a pretty tight lid, there were opportunities for a competent man. Especially around the Piccadilly area. That was a mecca for people seeking a good time and for those willing to provide the materials and services from which a good time could be built.
As for girls, fabulous Piccadilly Circus had a greater concentration of high-class talent than could be found in any part of the empire or Europe.
It was in this connection that Rudy thought of Marcie, right from the first moment he had met her. She was quality. She could pay his bills by fucking for a fee there until he got a foothold, after which she would serve as one profit source among others. Rudy always liked to have several things going for him at the same time, mainly pussy.
Had he been contemplating a vacation in London, he would have taken some money from the bank and made the trip on that. But he was planning a permanent move, and a permanent move had to pay for itself or it wasn't good business. Rudy, in his peculiar way, had the mind of a businessman.
The question was, how could he buy this girl, get her to go to London with him, and make her put out her pussy for his advantage when they got there?
A big order, admittedly. But Rudy liked challenges. And the profit, in this case, was likely to be worth a considerable investment of time and effort.
He got acquainted with the girl. Casually, at first, as any depositor might do. "Fine day, isn't it?" he would say, giving her a big friendly smile. Or, "You look bright and beautiful this morning " An attitude of genuine friendliness was the key to Rudy's approach. He had cultivated this, in the manner of a legitimate salesman or business promoter, and it had become natural to him.
When he felt the time was right, he asked her out to dinner. He hadn't misjudged as to timing, for she accepted. They began going steady from that point on.
During their first conversation, he had reached an important conclusion about her: She was a serious-minded girl, not the sort who would fall for cash or presents or a "good-times" approach. She would require careful handling.
It was scarcely a month after he met her that they became engaged. Now, two weeks later, they were en route to London, he had his big shaft in her pussy and was spurting his come-load in her cunny, and soon she would be opening her cunt to strange men for Rudy's financial advantage, he hoped.
He had told her he was a "public relations man" and that he had clients in London and in Wales as well as in Scotland. The move to London he had explained on the basis of "shifting my center of operation." He had given her a line about the burgeoning electronics and space industries in the London area, and how he stood to gain more new business by establishing his office there.
Rudy was a born con man whose specialty was women. He could play at love, but he had never really loved anyone but himself, and he had never been married. He could get away with anything once he had broken down a girl's defenses, and he didn't intend to marry Marcie anymore than any of the other girls he had cynically fucked, sucked and discarded. With his masculine good looks, his virile aggressive personality and his smooth love-making technique, Rudy intended to go right on screwing the girls in every way it was possible. After he had broken them in by sampling their tits and cunts with a personal lay, the next step was to put girls pussies on the open market. Thereupon these same pussies would be open for the hot, desirous penis of any man or boy who yearned to shoot his spermal wad into them. There was no doubt about it, Rudy was an accomplished pimp.
CHAPTER THREE
Rudy had had his cake and eaten it also. When he opened his eyes the following morning, he looked at the lovely naked girl lying beside him. He smiled with satisfaction as he recalled the passionate delight she had taken when he had been boffing her. She enjoyed the hot prick in her slippery, taut cunt, the frenzied cooperation of her hips, thighs and buttocks as she writhed in ecstasy with him as he pounded away and emptied his nuts way up her vagina. There was nothing like a gal who really enjoyed it and let herself go. Sometimes these good looking ones were foolers. They didn't feel athing and just lay there like logs as he was fucking them. But Marcie was different, even though she was unsophisticated she caught fire when she felt a man's dong humping her pussy. Once he taught her a few of the little love specialties he had in mind, he knew she'd be quite a money-maker for him.
Rudy felt Marcie was coming along nicely. Once he had her broken in, he intended to . start building up his stable of whores. First they had to get set in a nice London flat. That would be the first step before he brought any more broads into the picture.
The bed sheet slanted across her passionate box as she lay on her back, one arm flung out to the side and the other close to her body. Her eyes were closed, her dark red hair spread out against the pillow. Rudy's view of her nudity extended only as far as her cute little cup of a navel, but this was enough for his eyes and brain to work on for awhile, and enough to convince him that she was a woman of extraordinary physical quality.
Her two big titties were superb.
Rudy had been pretty sure of this last night, as he'd squeezed and kissed them.
They were like exquisitely molded mounds, clear and virtually veinless, with round, crinkly-textured garnishes at their tops. The garnishes were beige-pink, and the centers were soft, sleeping nipples of slightly brighter crimson. Rudy remembered how those nipples had stood up last night, as he had stroked and kissed them. They would stand up again, very soon now.
Before that happened, however, he wanted to inspect the rest of the merchandise which he was transporting to London for processing and distribution to a select group of eager males who would pay plenty to fuck a lush creature like Marcie.
He lifted Marcie's sheet away from her lower body and exposed it.
Choice merchandise indeed
He gazed at her legs and body, the dark curly tangle of lush hair at the union of her thighs. He studied her sweet little cunt which peeked pinkly through her red silky bush hairs, where he had kissed her the night before. Very nice. There weren't too many women who could stand such close visual scrutiny without revealing at least a few flaws, but Marcie Sewell seemed to have none at all. Physically she was unique.
Rudy wished that he could roll her over without having her wake up, so that he could study her buttocks with the same unhurried objectivity he was applying to the front. But there would be time for that. He knew there were men who loved to slip their urgent pricks into people's anuses, to shoot their loads in a different than normal orifice. Each to his own. He didn't care where a guy shot his sperm -ass, mouth, between the tits----as long as they paid for it.
Actually, the only fault which she seemed to have was a certain bashfulness about showing her nudity. He would have to get her over that right away. This morning was the ideal time to begin.
Squatting nude on the bed beside her, Rudy tapped her..
She stirred, causing a delectable shiver to pass over her large firm bubbies. But she didn't open her eyes.
He took hold of her big soft tit and moved it gently. "Hey, sleepy-face," he said in a warmly pleasant tone.
Her eyes popped open. They shut and opened again immediately. "Oh " she exclaimed and groped for the sheet, which she expected to find somewhere near her.
Rudy leaned over her, gently pinning her arms against the bed. "Good morning," he whispered and kissed her on the ear.
"Darling You startled me. Oh, I must look a fright without any make-up."
"You're beautiful," he said and silenced any further protest by putting his parted lips against her and pressing so that her mouth opened wide. His tongue dipped once, twice...several times in quick succession, fluttering.
She squirmed beneath him and slid her mouth away. "Let me get straightened up," she said urgently. "I need to scrub and shower. You shouldn't see me this way."
"Nonsense," he murmured at her ear. "This is the way a woman is most beautiful, when she's mussed just a little and relaxed and warm and ready." As he'd spoken, his hand had traveled along her belly, crossing her waist and finding her sweet moist pussy lips. Subtly he had forced her to open her legs and now he was caressing her cunt. Involuntarily her legs moved even wider apart.
"Oh, Rudy" she breathed. "Don't " She squirmed as he fingered her stiffening clit and her dampening box.
He sprang, landing on his knees, with all of her exposed charms spread in front of him.
"This is like a honeymoon for us, sweet," he said. "Who ever heard of honeymooners wasting their first morning together?"
She had forgotten her self-consciousness by this time. Rudy's hands squeezing her bubbies and then coming down to part her cunny lips had done the trick. Now she wanted him as strongly as he wanted her.
She gasped and moaned and squirmed in passion as he covered her luscious titties with his kisses. Her nipples were very hard, standing up at him like pink towers atop cream-white hills.
Finally he worked his hands beneath her back and slid downward, his outstretched fingers were beneath the bunched springiness of her buttocks, they took hold, grasping and forcing her buttocks higher. Her hand went for his cock head to expose the gleaming knob. She bent her face to it and her tongue tip entered the dewey opening of the throbbing head. He jerked as her tongue extended the moist entrance. Her other hand lifted his scrotum to balance the balls inside rolling them about.
Then he pulled his titillated cock from her lips as he felt himself about to erupt. He twisted about and aimed his hot ramrod up to her wet cunt lips and his throbbing shaft disappeared inside her. She rose to engulf the whole cock with her hot, slick vagina. He kept shoving his huge cock into the dewy heat of her pussy, as she gasped in pleasure at the throbbing strokes. After holding her by the buttocks for quite awhile, Rudy remove/! his hands and placed them against the bed at her sides, still pistoning away in her.
Rudy liked to observe a girl while he screwed her. He liked to see the gelatinous quiver of her breasts, the turning of her head from side to side and the darkness of her shadowed eyelids, the open twisting of her mouth. This was part of the thrill, as far as he was concerned. Especially with a new cunt. He enjoyed seeing how excited she would become.
She cried and grasped at his naked ass with her fingers. She twisted. She released a little scream. And then his own release gushed from his prick head buried far up her love tunnel. The splash of his jetting sperm sent her to her own climax and in instants, her cunt was filled with the burning spurts -so full that the milky-slick overflow seeped out of the flooded cunt and down between her legs, a trail of creamy come which also drenched his swaying balls pressed against her pussy. He pulled his drained cock from her right away. Her face was still aglow as she got off the bed and demurely took a sheet to wrap about her before she started for the bathroom. Rudy had some good glimpses of her standing figure, however, both front and rear, and these views lent further confirmation to his conclusion that she was an extraordinarily beautiful piece of ass. There was no part of her which was not exceptional in appeal. She came as close to physical perfection as any woman he had ever known.
Marcie entered the bathroom, closed the door, and clicked the lock. He had smiled to himself when she did that.
The faint roar of the water still continued as he swung out his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and walked to where his trousers lay folded over the back of a chair. He removed from a pocket a small knife he carried. He opened it, walked to the bathroom door, and inserted the thin blade in a small hole at the center of the doorknob. This tripped the lock. He replaced the pocket knife in his trousers, returned to the bathroom door, and opened it quietly.
Marcie's naked, jiggling tits, ass, bushcovered cunny, all showed through the damp shower curtain.
Rudy thrust the curtain aside and smilingly stepped into the tub with her.
She gasped and backed against the tiled wall, her big teats dancing, the large reddish aureoles heaving.
"Sorry, Angel," he chuckled. "Didn't mean to scare you, but I didn't see any reason why we couldn't share the same soap and water."
"But the door -I locked it."
"Guess the lock doesn't work," he replied jauntily and took the soap.
Marcie's shoulders and chest and upper arms were lathered, but her lower body, where the water was striking her, was free of soap. She had her hair pinned up, to keep it as dry as possible.
Rudy squatted in front of her, letting the water cascade over his body, a steady stream ran down between his buttocks, down his balls and flowed from the end of his long prick like a stream of piss.
He began to lather between her beautiful thighs
"That's my pussy, " she laughed excitedly. "I don't know what to do with you."
"Don't you?" he yelled back. "Maybe I'll give you a suggestion or two before we're through in here."
"Don't tell me you want to shove your pecker up my quim again."
"I'd like to ram it up all the time, honey.
She squirmed within his slippery grasp.
Rudy enjoyed what he was doing, and already his enjoyment had begun to show. Marcie wasn't looking at him, however. She was trying to keep her head out of the shower spray, so she missed seeing his prick begin to stiffen and jut out from the front of his body.
When he had soaped her buttocks thoroughly, he yelled. "Now turn around." His hands guided her.
She turned. Rudy watched at very close range as the small torrent cleared the soap away from her behind and the creamy crack between. Then, before she could change positions, he lathered his hands quickly and slid them along her front, soaping her belly. He went on to grasp the softly firm marvels of her outthrust tits. He stood up, moving against her, and he worked her breasts slowly in his soapy hands.
"God..." Marcie breathed, and pressed her buttocks against his stiff hard-on.
He turned her around and watched the water cascade over her breasts, leaving them gleaming white and pink.
"You do me," he told her, pressing the bar of soap into her hand.
"But, Rudy,"
"The front," he repeated and delivered a sharp sounding, stinging swat to her wet buttocks.
She soaped him as ordered. She kept her head up and, standing as close as they were, she couldn't see what she was doing. But her sense of touch told her that his penis was as rigid as it could get and that the throbbing lance stuck out from him like a club. Her womanhood began to yearn for Rudy's stiff hardon.
:iNow I'll soap you, sweet," Rudy said in his deep resonant voice.
He roamed to her thighs and buttocks, kneading and sliding along her buttock cheeks. It was when his hands began to slide soapily along the tenderness of her inner thighs that she could control herself no longer. She grasped his throbbing dong and quickly guided him to her aroused cunt lips.
"Fuck me now, all the way, Rudy," she gasped, going into a sensuous grind.
Rudy willingly obliged. He slammed his loins forward and his upthrusting peter disappeared into her pussy easily enough. Her twat was very slippery from her love juices and his soaping. In due time, it was ever more slippery when he stiffened and ejaculated a huge wad of creamy sperm. As his slippery cock pulsed and spurted, the flow seeped from the saturated cunt and poured out and down their closely pressed bodies to mix with the water and lather.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Rudy's luxurious car barreled smoothly along the road, he thought to himself that before he arrived in London he wanted Marcie so used to nakedness, fucking and a man's genitals that it would all be second nature for her. After he was through teaching her the ropes, she would be able to take on anybody.
Marcie was dozing, and Rudy glanced at her relaxed body, her big pear shaped teats pushing against her dress front.
That session in the shower had been excellent, he thought. Marcie was displaying a natural talent for the act of fucking and how to clamp her cunny muscles about a slick prick to pleasure a man. Some girls had a natural talent for this. It would ring up the pounds and shillings nicely. She was progressing nicely in his campaign to accustom her to every conceivable place and position in the art of screwing. After he finished putting Marcie through the famous Rudy Nichol's course, nothing that came up while turning a trick with a wealthy bloke would faze her.
They stopped at a little inn for lunch, then hit the road again. This time Marcie kept her eyes open and they talked. She wanted to know all about his plans for setting up an office in London, and he loomed a fabric of lies for her.
"We won't want to buy furniture," Rudy said. "Not until we can buy a house."
Marcie agreed.
As they talked, his hand rested on her knee, his fingers moving from time to time against the sleek nylon but making no effort to slide up her thighs to her panties and sweet pussy. There was a little room between her legs, and after a while this narrow, warm, sleek chasm began to beckon Rudy. He didn't want to start feeling her up while they were driving, though. That sort of thing was silly. If he was going to excite himself, he was going to make sure he was in a position to do something about the stiff prick that developed.
They were in Dunstable country not far from Dreckcliffe by that time, and this suited Rudy's intentions exactly. Without telling Marcie what he had in mind, he watched for a likely turnoff, spotted one, and braked the car sharply.
He stopped the car under an old spreading tree at the roadside, cut off the motor, and turned to her. "Let's get out."
She smiled at him in good-natured disapproval. "Rudy" We did it twice this morning."
"You're not getting tired of me already, are you?" he asked. "Of course not."
"Then get out." He took her by the hand and helped her.
Marcie looked around apprehensively. "We might meet a bull."
Rudy chuckled. "We won't. But I'll show you a fairly good imitation of what he has hanging underneath. I'll do a bit of balling myself."
"I don't know what's gotten into you today."
"You have," he told her. "You've gotten into my blood, and now I'm an addict. I wonder if there's an organization called Fuckers Anonymous?"
"You are one, really " Marcie couldn't keep from laughing.
Rudy placed his hot palms snugly about the twin rounds of her enticing ass. He proceeded to fondle and caress her behind beneath the skirt, slapping and fingering her asshole.
Marcie pulled her mouth from his. "Don't " she said sharply.
He smiled at her and stopped squeezing, but he didn't take his hands away from her bottom. "I like to do that," he said. "'You don't really object do you?"
She kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'm sorry, Rudy. It's just...well, maybe I'm not in the mood right now."
"Then I suggest you get in the mood, dearie," said Rudy, his tone pleasant but surprisingly firm.
She blinked. "All right."
"Something else, too," he said as he turned her so that she could walk beside him over the top of the hill they'd been climbing. Why do you wear those damned girdles? Your figure doesn't need them."
He pulled her closer to him. "'Your figure is too good to hide, honey. Anyway, girdles leave marks. I'll bet right now that your tummy and hips have lines across them where that thing ends."
She tried to laugh off what he had said. "I don't wear it because I think my figure needs it. It just makes me feel more sleek and holds my stockings up."
"The girls I've known haven't worn them," he said. "After I asked them not to."
She looked at him. "How many girls have you had a hand in undressing, anyway?"
"You know, there's a prudish streak in you that we're going to have to do something about."
"Prudish?" How can you say that when I'm traveling with you and being completely intimate with you? And we're going to set up housekeeping together when we get to London. Is that the way a prude would behave?"
"Balls You're talking like a silly kid."
She stiffened. "Let's go back to the car, Rudy."
"Not yet," he replied firmly. "We're going to get undressed."
"I don't want to here."
"When it comes to making love," he told her, "the man's wishes come first. A good wife understands that. Now get undressed, will you?"
"Right here in the open?"
"Certainly. It's fun to frig away under the open sky. Don't tell me you've never done that?"
"Somebody might come along," she said ignoring the question he'd asked. The answer was that she had never done such a thing before.
"Well, I happen to want to very much. Do you care to please me or not?"
"I love you, darling." She was hurt that he should ask such a question.
"Then start acting like you do," he said and yanked open his belt.
Marcie stared as he dropped his trousers. She saw that his cock was swollen with desire and the end had lifted the bottom of his shorts and the front end of his stiff prick jutted out horny and ready. Though they'd fucked that morning, once in the bath standing up, then again in bed, they had just awakened and the circumstances had furnished some excuse. This was different. She was shocked to think that he would strip off his clothes
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He had already thrown his trousers down, and now he was opening the buttons of his sport shirt. In the meantime, she had been standing still, frozen to the spot, his eager cock jutting out and towards her from the bottom of the shorts like a huge lusty bull's. She saw the gleaming head in its excitement had parted the pee-hole and a small white drop oozed from the tip.
"Well, come on," he urged. "We don't want to spend the rest of the day here."
Numbly she began to undress. But not until she had turned the other way and had looked around to make certain they were alone. Erotic excitement was rising within her, but there was a strong sense of resentment, too, and revulsion over being forced to screw in a way which she considered vulgar. She had nothing against sex. Goodness, knows, she had enjoyed the hump act tremendously the preceeding night, and again that morning, too, but this seemed to cheapen what had been a beautiful experience for her.
Still, a tingle of excitement danced through her thighs and her pussy dampened at the thought of his hot dick ramming it.
Rudy, in undershorts, socks and shoes, gazed at her back as she removed her clothing bit by bit. Her blouse fluttered away, coming to rest on top of the thick grass. She opened the snaps of her skirt, lowered the short zipper and worked the slim garment, down.
She reached to grasp her bra at the back. The hooks yielded at her deft twist, and she peeled the bra away. This, too, fluttered onto the grass, and her freed titties jiggled and swayed enticingly.
She began to look even better as she rolled the girdle down and her satiny ass cheeks gradually came into full view. They were perfect hemispheres, smooth and soft on the surface, yet very firm and the pinkish shadow between was exciting. The girdle slipped down her legs, and she bent to remove it from one leg and then the other. As she did this, Rudy had a tantalizing view of one suspended tit, large and jutting.
He quickly shucked off his shorts and moved behind her, his large dong slapped against her flank with a plopping sound. He grasped her at the arms and turned her around.
She didn't say anything, but she let him draw her hot, swelling teats and belly against him, his naked body, his huge rigid prick bumped between her legs as if in anticipation. His hands moved along her sleek back. His lips moved against her ear: "I love you, you little devil. Remember that."
He slid his mouth quickly to hers, and they kissed. As their lips met, and as his tongue moved to accept the invitation which her mouth presented, he dropped his hands arotind her naked bottom. His fingertips caressed her warm cunt-lips and his fingers tittilated her stiffening clit as startingly as he had done in the shower that morning.
Passion now had her in a velvet grip. She couldn't be angry with Rudy anymore. As he pressed against her, and as she moved in response to his tantalizing nearness, all she could do was want his exciting surging prick inside her love box.
She didn't care about being naked in the open, in the middle of the day. She didn't care about having to lie on the grass instead of a smooth, comfortable bed. When Rudy released her, she sank to the grass eagerly.
"Not that way, this time," he said. She stared at him in surprise. "Hands and knees," he said simply. She had never experimented like this before. "No."
"What's the matter? I'm not going to hurt you."
"I don't want it that way." Ignoring her refusal, he knelt and roughly twisted her until she presented the aspect which he desired. She didn't fight, just knelt there, her plump quivering behind jutting up at him.
He caressed her back and her sides with smooth gliding motions of his hands while he admired the rounds of her bottom and the long, smooth, tapered symmetry of her legs. Visual admiration didn't suffice for long, though. He needed more than that.
He moved to her and his tremendous cock slid between the cheeks of her behind.
With his hands, he placed the head of his throbbing dick underneath until it touched her anus opening and after moistening it with saliva, rammed the head of his peter into the little orifice.
To Marcie the experience was without much excitement at first, and painful.
Rudy knew she wouldn't be pleased without some additional effort on his part. As soon as he had her moving as he wanted, he pushed his loins until his huge battering ram had disappeared all the way up her behind. His left hand traveled around her while the other went to her dangling titties. As his left hand caressed her cunt, his right palm squeezed the swaying lushness of her breasts. He held first one hanging globe and then the other, caressing them gently from base to tip.
Finally he held her left nipple only and moved his wrist against the other one, continuing to caress her cunt withhis left hand, and keeping up the humping motion of his hotly enclosed cock buried completely inside her arse-hole.
Marcie was becoming very excited. She moved her hips against him in a slow action which gave Rudy an excruciating sense of pleasure. He responded by stroking her even more passionately with his hands. She whimpered and her arse-cheeks clamped open and closed as his fiery prick slithered hiltdeep up her rectum.
Marcie's nipples were jutting downwards, and Rudy's fingers played and caressed them eagerly. The sensation as they stiffened with excitement made Marcie feel as if they were redly aglow. She tensed her buttocks and wriggled them rhythmically from side to side with each thrust of Rudy's submerged prick.
Each time she tensed her buttock cheeks and belly muscles with Rudy's powerful thrusts, he groaned at the hot grasp about his busy peter.
"That feels so good, baby, keep on doing it," he muttered hoarsely.
Suddenly she felt him clasp both tits convulsively, his loins lunged erratically and his whole being twisted in the throes of peak bliss. She joined him almost instantly with an animal-like cry of joy as she rocketed into top surging happiness. She felt his hot semen flooding deep inside her arse hole, a strange but ecstatic variation. When he was spent, he slowly withdrew his limp, slippery prick from her scorched hole.
CHAPTER FIVE
That was done, Rudy had taken another step in Marcie's sex abasement. He had degraded her by thrusting it into her asshole, pumping his hot release in an orifice not meant for a man's ejaculating sperm. But she had enjoyed it. The car tooled along through the Hertford area now. Marcie sat beside him in silence. Now instead of resting her gorgeous red hair against Rudy's welltailored shoulder, she relaxed against the door of the car. She felt troubled by Rudy's aggressive recent rape of her anus which rode rough shod over her feelings. She loved this handsome, dominant man and would do anything to please him, but resented being used like a chattel at his whim, and especially the way he had forced her to submit to being fucked in the rear like a prostitute, or a homosexual. Rudy sensed what was going through Mar cie's mind, but he smiled smugly to himself. He knew a certain amount of resentment would build up under his treatment. He would continue putting her through more sex routines that night.
Now she had broken with all she knew. She had committed herself to a life with Rudy. Returning home would not only be painful because of the admission of failure which she would have to make to her family, but also because of an admission of inadequacy to herself. Rudy knew this, and that was why he felt certain she would stay with him.
He thought about what they might do, and decided that his fiancee might find it necessary to show him some very special attention after they reached an inn and turned in for the night. Perhaps the mere presence of her naked charms would not give him as much stimulation as he would need, considering the fact that he had laid Marcie three times that day, and one of those times was an exciting ramming in her from behind, most exciting and sexually debilitating to a man's cock. A man, even a man as fit as Rudy did have his limits.
Rudy's handsome, tanned face smiled in anticipation, but he didn't communicate his thoughts to the lovely, if silent, girl who sat beside him.
When she found herself alone with her beloved in a bedroom once more, she was no longer so certain. Doubts and vague fears arose again.
They began when Rudy emerged from the shower naked, his cock and balls swaying and strode to the bed. He threw the covers back and stretched out. "Come here, honey," he said. "Let's make up." He humped his lower body lewdly, jabbing his pecker at her in anticipation of a hot lay.
"Come here," Rudy repeated, smiling suggestively and patting the bed. "You've done enough fussing now."
"Is that what you call my taking care of myself and trying to look beautiful for you?"
"For Pete's sake, Marcie* Let's not start to fight again." His pecker began to throb and harden before her eyes.
She moved slowly to the bed. "I don't want to fight. I love you. I want us to get along more than anything in the world." But you make that kind of difficult, the way you're acting today."
He grinned up at her. "Just because I like to make love to the beautiful girl who's going to be my wife? There's nothing so unusual about that. You're going to have to get used to being with a man, baby. That's all you need. Come on, now, get rid of that fluffy stuff you've got on, and get me."
Marcie hesitated as she stood beside the bed and looked at him. Everything he said seemed to add to her annoyance. What was happening to them?
Rudy answered the question for her by grasping her suddenly by the hand and pulling her down to the bed. She fell in an untidy heap at his side, and he was quickly propped on one elbow, leaning over her to keep her from getting away.
He began immediately to run a hand up her bare leg, petting and patting her between her legs. His lips went to hers, and they kissed as his fingers pushed between her pussy lips and she jumped as the fingers rubbed her clitoris. His tongue plunged against her own, as his hand continued fondling her pussy, running along the corrugated passage now slick with her flow.
Marcie didn't fight him, of course. And she did feel herself responding to his touch in her cunny and to his lashine. twistine kiss. She squirmed, shifting the position so he could explore her hole easier.
Rudy didn't accept her implied invitation. Not yet. Instead he twisted her so that she was lying more on her side, and he ran his open hand onto the springy softness of her bottom, and he ran his fingers between the cheeks to her puckered anal opening.
He petted the naked intimacies of her arsehole lingeringly, moving his hand all around and pausing to pat her smartly at the fullest point of her lush curves. Her responsive flesh jiggled against his palm.
"Oh, darling..." Marcie moaned, twisting and rocking in a vain effort to get him to hold one of her nipples for a longer time. When this didn't work, she grasped one breast from the side and pushed the nipple at him.
Laughing, he raised his head. "There's so much of you to kiss," he told her. "You can't expect me to stay at just one place."
He demonstrated his meaning by tugging her nightgown high on her waist and swooping at her box with his mouth. Marcie pressed her head back against the pillow, her mouth open, her eyes jammed tightly closed.
Oh, this was what she liked. She went crazy when he loved her like this.
One leg she extended upward, curving, and the other one lolled to the side. He kissed and kissed her. As he did this, her hand slipped along his body. She found his hardstanding prick and began to caress the throbbing head with soft, cool fingers.
She felt herself rising toward the zenith. Just a little more of his passionate adoration, and she would be over the top, bumbling into a blanket of fleecy clouds.
He didn't let her take the trip.
Not yet.
Suddenly he stopped kissing and licking her pussy and sat up. "Now you," he said.
"Kiss my penis," Rudy told her in a commanding tone. "Show me that you love me as much as I love you."
"Darling, darling...."
He helped her to sit up.
"Kiss the head," he repeated, his hand moving to make clear his meaning, in case she'd had anv doubt.
With her heart thumping wildly, she complied.
Cradling her face between his palms, he guided her mouth to the gleaming knob head of his peter. Some strange instinct, whose existence she had never before admitted helped her also, and she made love to him with complete abandon. She was intoxicated with this new excitement. She found she was enjoying fucking a great deal more than she had ever imagined. Her lips and tongue sucked and titillated as much of the immense organ as they could engulf leaving almost half of the throbbing cock wet from her mouth.
Rudy had to stop her when the kissing brought him very near the edge of his endurance. He didn't want to ejaculate his load into her gullet yet.
With her nightgown rumpled at her middle, Rudy drew Marcie to him. Her titties cascaded in naked white-pink splendor near his face, and her soft weight was upon him. He flipped her peignoir high, took hold of her smooth buttocks, and helped her to move so her cunt could accept his thrusting cock. This was accomplished with wonderful smoothness.
He let her do the work, which she happily began of her own accord. A series of thrills, mounting in their intensity, reached Rudy as he twisted and pressed. He clutched Marcie's plump, active buttocks and watched the delectable quivering of her freely jig gling boobs as her cunt bumped down around the full length of his upthrusting prick in a sheath of hot, slippery fire.
He had to release her buttocks for awhile and bring his hand to her tits. He cupped them loosely at the sides, and slapped them together as she moved her vagina up and down, accepting , then rejecting his throbbing rod. He pushed her breasts against her rib cage and let them drop, then he held and tweaked each of her nipples.
As his passion increased, he treated her breasts with greater roughness, twisting the nipples cruelly and squeezing the full, luscious globes. Marcie whimpered and worked all the harder on his immersed cock, lifting him to a giddy height.
As usual, however, she reached her own climax first.
She gasped and cried as Rudy clutched her around the bottom and pulled her against him as her buttocks pressed down upon his balls which were also trying to enter her cunt to join his surging prick. He waited out the contracting of her muscles, and then she fell forward as her body throbbed and spasmed her climax. He felt the added wetness of her release bathing his humping prick.
Rudy was not yet finished.
He rolled her over, staying with her. He began to move forcefully.
Since this was his fourth time that day, he found that the release he was seeking remained just out of reach. He strove relentlessly, battering her soft curves.
Marcie cried, wanting him to stop.
He couldn't stop, and he couldn't seem to reach his ejaculation, either. Then he groaned in blissful relief and pitched forward, unmindful for the moment of his burden to the girl, as his cock emptied his spermal release in immense, spasmodic jets, ballooning her cunt passage with the hot creamy come.
She pushed at him and twisted to try to ease the pressure. Finally he yielded, rolling onto his back, his slick limp organ flipped out of her flooded pussy followed by a stream of his and her fluids.
Marcie had turned off the bedlamp and was dozing off when she realized Rudy wasn't through with her body yet. She felt his lips curl around the nipples of her still aching breasts, and in spite of herself she found them stiffening. As they jutted and hardened, his lips left them and began to kiss her belly tenderly. Marcie began to soften toward Rudy, apparently he was sorry he had hurt her.
His tongue darted into the hidden valley of her sensitive navel, while his mouth covered it warmly. Marcie's hips and belly undulated gently. Suddenly Rudy's hand parted her creamy thighs abruptly. His head ducked down as his questing tongue and lips boldly sought out Marcie's sperm saturated cunt. She clutched his hair to draw him away, and then as she was bathed in exquisite rhythmic delight she had never experienced before, she let him remain. She began to guide his tempo, and convulsed frenziedly into the most sudden joy peak she had ever known, as his mouth busied its seeking pleasure in the slippery dew of her drenched vagina. She reached a new climax as his hot tongue massaged her clitoris to sheer ecstasy.
CHAPTER SIX
When Rudy awoke the following morning he felt a glow of complete satisfaction. His hand stole down to his cock and held the instrument of his physical satisfaction. Then he cupped his ball-sac gently squeezing his spermal, liquid joys, the fount of all the hot juices which he loved to shoot into his girls' pussies. He smiled, still half dozing with his eyes closed, at the workout he had given Marcie the night be fore. It had been rough, so he decided to ease up on her a little this morning. He flung one arm over to her side of the bed, groping gently for the softness of her body. When he felt nothing, he opened his eyes and saw the bed was empty.
"Come to papa, Marcie," he called into the bathroom before realizing she wasn't in there either.
He bounded out of bed, silently cursing to himself. He had pushed things too fast after all. Here the most promising bird he'd ever fucked had probably flown the coop -back to mama and papa.
Rudy stopped short when he came to the closet. He smiled with relief when he saw that Marcie's clothes and luggage were still there. That meant she was still in the vicinity. She had probably just awakened early and gone to get breakfast alone.
This girl was no different from the rest. He had her just where he wanted her physically. Rudy, the old master hadn't lost his touch. She would probably dutifully bring him coffee and sweet rolls as she knew he liked for breakfast.
He got up and ambled to the bathroom. He stared at himself for a few moments in the mirror, then stepped into the shower. Mar cie would be back by the time he got out, he thought.
He bellowed lustily as the warm water pelted him, then twisted knobs for cold. This invigorating blast, followed by a brisk toweling, made him fit for another day. After all that sleep he'd gotten, he was in shape to screw the girl's box again right now.
He had most of both cheeks shaved and was working on the difficult area of his neck when he heard the outer door of the motel room open.
"Marcie?" he called.
"Yes."
"Couldn't wait for breakfast,eh?" he chuckled. "You should have awakened me. We could have had fun, then gone out together."
She didn't say anything.
"Come in here, sweetie," he said as he completed the last swipe of the razor.
"I'll wait until you're through." Her voice seemed unusually serious, and this fact gave her words a slightly different meaning than they otherwise would have had.
"Wait for what?" Rudy asked.
"To talk."
"What's to talk about?" he queried cheerfully. "Let's wait, okay?"
Yeah, a funny kid, he thought. She had to make a serious case out of everything. But that was the way inexperienced women were. He'd been through all of this before.
After wiping the excess lather off his face, he slapped on some of his expensive shaving lotion he always used. Two pounds the bottle, it was. But it was a good investment. There was something about that fragrance that really got the quails.
Rudy brushed his teeth noisily, rinsed his mouth, and took a couple of minutes to apply hair dressing and comb his hair. Then he stepped, naked, into the other room, his long prick dangling from the massive curly roots, and the dark wrinkled scrotum weaving below the tangled pubic hair.
He stopped, a pair of shorts in his hand, and squinted at her. "What are you so huffed about?" he demanded. "Because I got a little rough last night? Well men are like that sometimes. It doesn't mean anything. I didn't really hurt you."
"You don't seem like the same man I fell in love with," Marcie complained.
With just his shorts on, he took an aggressive stance and stared at her. "What the hell's the matter?" he demanded. "Do I have to keep telling you I love you every hour on the hour? Okay I love you. Is that good enough? Let me know when an hour's up and I'll tell you again." He turned to get a fresh shirt.
Marcie stood up and turned her back to him. How could she have been so wrong about a man? He wasn't at all like he had seemed when they were going together, in the north country. But she still loved him. Last night had been wonderful, at least until he had begun to act rough. Now he apologized for that.
She turned and gave him a smile. "I think I could go for some breakfast now. I'm famished."
"That's the girl." Still without pants on, he walked over to her. "How about a good morning kiss?"
She moved against him, and they embraced. His lips warmed her own soft mouth and his tongue was like an electric goad. Tonight, she thought. Tonight he'll fuck me again. Already, and in spite of everything, she was looking forward to that, the feeling of his big hot dong filling her vulva, surging burning, thrilling, and then the climax, his hot wet juices shooting up her cunt in profuse pleasure.
It was in the afternoon, about three o'clock that the Jaguar, not quite as sleek-looking after three long days of driving, became swallowed up by the labyrinthine highways of the outskirts of London.
There was no schedule which Rudy had to meet in the City here. He could have postponed their arrival for a day or two and it wouldn't have made any difference. But he was anxious. His business sense was at work. This was, after all, a business trip. Even the "Time Out" he had taken with Marcie during the second day of the drive had primarily been a business matter, as far as Rudy was concerned.
Marcie, whatever else she might mean to him, was first of all a commodity to be marketed. She was a marvelous body, a big exciting pair of teats, a sweet cunt made for a man's prick, with a passionate hot nature for fucking. A perfect hump.
Rudy was pleased with the success of the processing so far. He looked forward to even more rapid progress for the next few days.
Fighting to keep his eyes open as he guided the big car along the highway, he turned off in the direction of the center, near Soho.
At quarter to four in the afternoon cars moved, and people were in groups like ants. Rudy spotted a run-down hotel on a side street and brought the car to a stop.
"Where are we?" Marcie asked, half awake. "We're here, sweetie. London town."
"Have it wait until tomorrow morning," she said, snuggling against the car's upholstery.
Rudy laughed and got out of the car. His joints were stiff, and there was a dull ache of fatigue all through his body. As he rang the bell at the door of the desk, his only thought was of rest. This was the first time in his life that Rudy had arrived at a hotel with a woman and had nothing but sleep on his mind. No boffing an exciting pussy, no emptying his swollen nuts into her hot vaginal walls -just rest.
When all the luggage was in the room and the trunk of the car was locked, Rudy walked to the door at Marcie's side and opened it. He lifted her off the car seat, her purse clutched in one of his hands, and pushed the car door shut with his knee. He stood her up, and wakened her.
When they got to the room Marcie flopped on the bed and was fast asleep. He tried to awaken her. No luck.
He rolled her onto her stomach, pulled down the zipper of her dress, and worked the garment off her shoulders. After turning her onto her back again, he tugged the dress off. He threw it over the back of a chair. Now he took off her shoes and dropped them beside the bed.
In her sleep, Marcie had twisted about, and her short half-slip had worked its way up to her hips. She was sprawled on her stomach, her legs and bush-framed pussy exposed above the tops of her nylons. Rudy stared at the plump, smooth, creamy-toned flesh which was revealed, and he decided he had lived the life of a cpiihate for too long. Suddenly his tool lusted to thrust into that hot little cavern, to feel the warmth of her vaginal tube burning taut about his swollen penis, and to feel the aching joy of his prick emptying his seminal jets into her tight, pulsating orifice.
He took hold of Marcie's half-slip and lifted it all the way to the small of her back, his cock hard with desire, his balls aching with lust.
Ahhhh. She had complied with is request and dispensed with a panty girdle. She had dispensed with everything, as a matter of fact, except for a thin white garter belt. Her buttocks were bare, gleaming.
Perhaps there were prettier sights in the world than the shapely behind of a young woman, framed by garter belt and stocking tops. Rudy couldn't think of any at that moment.
Marcie's behind was prettier than those of most of the girls he had known. Marcie was prettier all over and in every way.
He placed his hand squarely across her naked buttocks, and shimmied them gently. The feel of that resilient flesh was invigorating to say the least. He parted the juicy mounds and bent his face between them, smelling the tart odor of them. He lanced his tongue into her exposed arse-hole and jabbed it in about an inch.
"Uh...." Marcie said.
Rudy lifted his hand and brought it down smartly against her plump buttocks, enjoying the jiggling feel and sight of them.
"Mmmmmm<"
He spanked her again, a little harder, and she rolled onto her side, aiming her buttocks away from him. Now an even more enticing view was presented.
Rudy got onto his knees beside her. She had her pants on, and that was the only trouble. Get that off her, he thought, and her box would be exposed to accept his big, willing shaft.
He reached along her side for the bra strap, deftly pinched it one-handedly, and peeled her bra toward him. One breast popped out. Then the other, they jiggled a few times like pudding and lay still.
"Are you always going to wake up your wife like this?" Marcie asked. She didn't seem angry.
"Can you think of a better way?" he challenged, stretching out beside her and bringing his lips close to where his hand was working gently, on the hot, bared boobies.
"I like," she admitted, tousling his hair.
He took one of her thrusting pink nipples to his lips as he worked the other with his thumb and forefinger. The rubbery firm rolling of that nubbin was a delight to feel, and the subtle tang of the other one was just as delightful.
As Rudy made love to her titties this way, Marcie moved a hand over his body and found his love-handle. She caressed and squeezed his hard staff, stroking it hotly like a schoolboy jerking himself off. She freed her other hand from beneath his shoulder and moved that one through the hair on his chest. Both of her hands moved over his parts, caressing passionately one fondling his jutting penis, the other squeezing his balls.
Rudy's parted lips danced downward along her body, pausing here, then there, then where she most wanted them to be. She had lost him by that time. She nearly lost her grip on reality when he began to kiss her in that wildly wonderful way he had.
Too soon, his lips were sliding along her legs, moving as far as the rim of one stocking, following the rim about, then jumping to the rim of the other one.
She clutched him at the back of the head and pressed his face to her cunt as she opened her legs wide and his mouth drew upon the honey of her woman-slit. His tongue licked her pussy again. She began a sharp quaking. She was almost there.
He didn't permit her to achieve climax by mouthing her box. He straightened himself on the bed and used his hands to bring her to him. She didn't resist. She wanted to prove her love.
She raised her head now, and stretched out on her back, parting her legs wider, wanting him to slip his penis into her vagina. He did. He shoved his big pulsating cock into the slick hotness of her vulva.
Her body moved to the passion beat he was transmitting, and she humped, as her cunny passage pumped up and down, slippery and wet around his thrusting, marble-hard prick.
To Marcie, the thrill of his prick fucking inside her seemed to get better every time. Screwing with Rudy was so much better than with anyone else she had known. That proved he was the only man for her, she thought. She only hoped that he felt that way, also.
As he began to move, his pump prick faster, Marcie clutched him. She lifted her arms high and flexed them anxiously. Then her nails began scratching at Rudy's buttocks. This spurred him even more.
He didn't slap her with his hand this time. He didn't need the benefit of the added stimulation which such action gave him. He was there, right now, at his destination, and once again, he shot a profuse wad of hot sperm into her climaxing cunt, filling the intimate passage with the usual flood come-juice.
He thought, as he withdrew his limp, slippery organ from her wetness and rolled away, that it was going to be a shame, in a way, to give up his exclusive rights to this girl. A guy could do a lot worse than to marry her, he decided. That would be the day, he thought, as he hopped off the bed and headed for the shower, his naked bottom rolling and his dangling cock trailing a string of egg-white sperm in a gossamer streak down his hairy leg.
Marcie lay back on the pillow and sighed contentedly. It was wonderful to be in London at last. She thrilled possessively as she heard Rudy splashing in the shower. It was wonderful to be in London with the man she loved, preparing to go flat hunting. She was so happy to be settling down with Rudy. She loved everything about him, his dark good looks, his knowledge of big city ways, his terrific love-making ability. When his big, thrilling rod was in her cunt, she had excitement to last a lifetime.
When he came out of the shower, she felt overwhelmed by the clean soap scent of his masculinity as he passed the bed. She reached out playfully and fondled his loins. Then with a sudden impulse, she swung herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Before Rudy was aware of what she was doing, her eager lips were paying homage to his maleness. She put the knob of his dick into her mouth and manipulated the skin covered head with her toneue. Her mouth and tongue worked with burning rhythmic desire to please. Rudy's manhood pulsed with instant lust as she enveloped his erecting cock with the moist surprise of her impetuous act. His loins arched vigorously for moments and then his entire body stiffened as if struck by lightening. He groaned with the happy peak surges that flooded through him, and once again he shot his wad, but this time, not in her vagina. His spasming, emptying prick was jetting his sperm between a different set of lips than usual. As he filled her mouth with his starchy flow, he took this as a sign of her love for him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The agent to show her living quarters was quite attractive and she felt drawn to him, not quite right for an engaged-to-bemarried girl. He tried hard to be gentlemanly and to not stare at her big tits, appetizing and jiggling her clothes. He was a good-looking, well-dressed young man, no more than twenty-seven, with sandyhair and dark brown eyes. He picked them up in a Humber Hawk and drove them to an apartment house to consider the rooms there. It was a new luxury edifice in a nice section of town.
Lou Phillips, the agent, was talking the flat up to Rudy and her.
"You're from out of town, so let me tell you that this section is the 'desired' section in London now. This is where the swingers are," Lou leered at Rudy.
Now Marcie knew what she didn't like about
Lou Phillips. He'd been looking her body over boldly with x-ray eyes -she felt as if she weren't wearing a thing whenever he gazed at her. He wasn't so gentlemanly after all. It seemed his eyes could see her big nipples beneath her clothes, her bush and cunny beneath the panties.
She was surprised when Rudy told Lou that he liked the place and that they'd take it. He hadn't even asked her what she thought or whether she wanted to see some more flats.
He also had to pick up the Jaguar in front of the hotel. Rudy had suggested that Marcie remain at the place "to get used to the place," as he had put it.
There wasn't much of anything she could do except to look around, since all her belongings were in the suitcases in the trunk of Rudy's car. So, look around she did. And the more she saw the place, with all its attractive features, the more pleased she was with the choice. Still, Rudy could have asked for her approval.
As she became acquainted with the place, Rudy strode with the real estate salesman to his car. They got in. The salesman, Lou Phillips, started the car and, as they pulled away from the curb, Rudy said, "Well, what did you think of her?"
The man looked at him inquiringly.
"My wife, I mean," Rudy said, then laughed. "Of course, she isn't really my wife. That's just between you and me."
Lou Phillips eyed him again. "And you want to know what I think of her?"
"Well, that was more to get the conversation started than anything else. I've got a pretty good idea what you would like to do to her. Your face told me that when you were looking her over."
"I say, what kind of talk is this." Phillips wanted to know.
"Pull up at that pub on the corner and we'll discuss it over a drink. I'm buying."
"I can't find fault with that," Phillips said and brought the Humber Hawk to a stop at the curb.
Inside, as they waited for the waitress to bring their order, Rudy laid out the proposition: "You can lay her. I'll arrange it. All you have to do is show up at the flat tonight with a bottle and a girl of your own."
Phillips started. "A broad of my own? But you said..."
"Look. The girl is green. I want to get her wised up. She can make a lot of money for me once she learns how to swing. But
I can't just come out and tell her, 'I want you to peddle your assets.' I have to kind of break her into the business."
"And that's where I come in?"
Rudy nodded.
The waitress brought their drinks and the men remained silent until she left. Lou kept watching the other man, with a question ready to spring. As soon as the woman moved to another table', he sprang it: "What's this gonna cost me, old chappie?"
"Not a shilling," Rudy said. "Except, of course, for the price of the bottle you bring. And don't be cheap. Let's swing with the finest."
Phillips stared at him for a few minutes, then said, "I still don't get the picture. Maybe I haven't been around as much as I thought I had, but this is a new line."
"All right," Rudy said with some annoyance. "The girl and I are moving into a new flat, right? You're the guy who leased it to us. You've taken a liking to us, so you drop over this evening for a kind of informal housewarming. You bring your own date, of course, and you bring the refreshments."
"We drink quite a lot, the four of us, and, after we're all pretty mellow, I start to fool around with Marcie. You take the cue and start the same business with your date. (Pick a hot piece, now, one who will put out.) When the orgy's going full steam, we pull a switch. You lay Marcie, and I'll fuck your girl."
"And why are you doing all this, again?"
"To loosen her up. She's got her head full of a lot of crazy notions, love, marriage, the home and fireside idea. I've got to get that knocked out of her. The only way is to let her have some experience. But I still want to keep a hold on her. Once she lets the bars down psychologically, I'll be able to break her into the kind of work I want her to do."
"And that's selling her ass and twat."
"Right. She's of the highest quality. You could see that yourself. Any man alive would give his arm to sink his prick into a cunt like her, and the thought of letting go his juices into her body would give a hard-on to an impotent fairy."
Phillips studied the man who sat across the table from him. "You're a real stinker. Did anybody ever tell you that?"
"Well?" Rudy asked.
"Agreed. What time do you want me to drop around?"
"Say nine or so. And, Phillips, this girl you bring -if you can pick one who's fucked around herself, even just part-time, that might help. Maybe we can get Marcie and her together later, and the other girl can help with a little persuasion."
"I have the feeling I shouldn't get mixed up in this," Phillips said.
Rudy grinned. "And I have the feeling nothing could keep you away from a chance to slide your shaft into Marcie's delectable hole."
The two msn looked at one another in silence, then Phillips said, "Let's have another." He signaled the girl.
Her first evening in their new home, with the man who was to become her husband. All day Marcie had looked forward to this, and now the time had arrived.
She had insisted on cooking dinner, though Rudy had suggested that they eat out. "So you won't get all hot and tired," was the reason he gave.
The fact that he was showing signs once more of being considerate pleased her. But she wanted to fix dinner herself. This was one of the things she had looked forward to, as far back as she could remember. She wanted to have a home more than anything in the world, and a husband to keep the home for.
Her first attempt at dinner, roast beef, baked potatoes, green beans, and a tossed salad, was not bad, if she did say so herself. Rudy seemed to agree with her private judgment, and this pleased her even more.
At a little after nine o'clock, when the door buzzer sounded, Rudy jumped up as if on cue. "Callers already?" he said as he hurried to the door.
There was something about the way he said it, and the look on his face, that struck Marcie as peculiar. But she didn't really think about this until much later. At the moment, she herself was curious as to who the caller was.
When Lou Phillips, the real estate salesman, walked in with a young woman, Marcie was amazed. Why should he be calling on them?
The girl was blonde and svelte, a clotheshorse who looked as if she had ice water in her veins. Marcie wasn't surprised. She was the sort that a man like Lou Phillips would escort around. And while she was decorating his arm, he would look at women who were more human, women who would be hot and willing sexually, women who would eagerly open their legs and their cunts for men.
Rudy, his face beaming, escorted them into the living room. "Lou and his girl friend dropped in to give us a little housewarming," he said. "Wasn't that nice of them?"
Before Marcie had a chance to agree that it was, Rudy went on with the introductions. The slim blonde was named Paula Wilkenson, and Marcie took an immediate dislike to her. Her attitude toward Marcie was one of disdain, though she was too smooth to express this by what she said. It was in her eyes, and this was just as bad.
A party was the last thing in the world that Marcie would have asked for that night.
The festivities gathered momentum quickly. In spite of herself, Marcie found that she was being carried along. She had never really learned to drink. After three or four, she was high. She couldn't remember when she had drunk more than that. She'd never had the desire to do so because the growing sense of dizziness had frightened her.
Tonight, however, she seemed to have drinks thrust at her from both sides. Rudy and Lou Phillips were continually urging her to "drink up" or "have another." Since they were following this advice themselves, she felt she couldn't refuse. So she did "drink up" and she did "have another." Another and another and another. All the while, blonde and thin-faced Paula seemed only to be posing with her glass, sipping lightly and watching
Marcie with the sort of interest a touring
American might pay to the street urchins of the Far East. Some time after her fourth drink, Marcie wasn't sure how long or how many, the character of the party seemed to change. The laughing, drinking, risque joke-telling and occasional dancing turned into a heady concentration of lust. The music became louder (or seemed to) the jokes went from risque to vulgar. Marcie soon found herself being pulled down to the long, wide sofa with Rudy while across the room, the sleek and ultra-sophisticated Paula was getting her dress pulled up by Lou.
Marcie stared in shock as the entire length of Paula's legs became bare and his hands were beneath her panty legs and feeling her pussy with his fingers. She was seated across Phillip's knees, one arm draped about his neck, her drink in her other hand, and she seemed to pay no attention whatever to the questing impertinence of his hand. A hand busy fingering her gaping cunt. Marcie could see that only the hand was visible, the fingers were buried up to the knuckles inside the girl's twat.
She saw the impertinent fingers wet from the girl's vagina juice whenever they showed.
This was as much as Marcie was permitted to see for the moment, because Rudy pulled her into his arms. His mouth approached her lips.
She didn't like Rudy's crudeness, and she didn't like necking in front of other people. But now she was drunk, and not liking seemed to be submerged in a rising tide of passion. She already hated the couple across from them for the disgusting exhibition of cunt-play.
Drunk or sober, she was always this way with Rudy. He had only to touch her, on the lips, on the legs, on the nipples, and she was completely his. Any negative impressions she might have were always thrust into the back of her mind, where they were out of sight if not completely done away with.
Now Rudy's hand was sliding up her leg, as Lou was caressing Paula's now easy-to-enter pussy. The girl's legs were wide apart. The difference was that Marcie was seated on the sofa at Rudy's side and was therefore more vulnerable. Also, he had more room to move. Now he had pulled her tightly against him so that she was seated on only one hip. This left her entire opposite leg and buttock elevated slightly from the sofa cushion.
Rudy took quick advantage of this fact. His hand slid along the sleek, full warmth of her stocking until the stocking ended, and then he patted her inner thighs and her box through the panty hem. The touch of him sent new impulses of pleasure rising to her alcohol-blurred brain.
She wanted him. She wanted to be fucked by him very strongly. The presence of the other people, at the opposite side of the room, became less meaningful to her. With her eyes partially closed, affected as she was by the liquor and by Rudy's fondling of her body, they hardly seemed to be there, in spite of the fact that she could perceive their figures dimly.
Rudy began to lift her dress. And his hand moved higher up her thighs.
He was petting her buttocks now, the live resilience of her ass-pillows encased in nylon panties. She had stopped at a nearby store and purchased several pair that day, since Rudy had expressed his peculiar aversion to her panty girdles. The pair she was wearing that evening were pale pink, and they were so thin that she might almost have been wearing nothing over her privates. Her warmth communicated itself to Rudy as did the plump springiness of the perfect hemispheres of ass flesh which he squeezed and caressed, and his hand went between the flushed cheeks to titillate her anal opening beneath the panties. Marcie languished in the wonderful throbbing glow of pleasure' which his fingers gave her arse-hole. She wanted him to go on and on. Her lips had parted wider, and her tongue had become even more active than her lover's. She turned her face this way and that, and her body squirmed anxiously. All the while, Rudy continued to hold her nylon-clad buttocks.
Finally she felt his fingers creeping toward the elastic band at the top of her panties. He had the elastic in his grasp. He was stretching it downward, pulling her panties away from her buttocks at one side. The whisper-thin garment was sliding away from her belly.
She wanted Rudy to strip her naked.
She wanted him to screw her.
Her brain was reeling, and she was in a state of euphoria.
Rudy had stopped kissing her and he had let her relax against the back of the sofa as he leaned far enough away to arrange her skirt up about her waist and to apply both hands to the happy task of removing her panties from her cunny.
Marcie felt her panties sliding down her legs, and dimly she could see Phillips looking at her naked cunt as it became exposed. She closed her eyes, and she lifted her feet at the proper time so that Rudy would have no trouble removing the wisp of pale-pink nylon. As he did this, he knocked off her shoes.
He bent now, kissing her on the legs. The flesh just above the tops of her nylons was incredibly soft and smooth. He nibbled about, nuzzling a taut elastic garter.
"You nark," said Paula to Lou in a harsh breath. " Who are you here with -her or me ?"
"We're all here together," Lou replied. "You'll find out before the evening's over." But he did turn his attention back to her, at least for the moment, and he began to open the buttons at the top of her dress to get at her titties.
With her head against the top of the sofa, her eyes closed, and her cunt tingling and slick with desire, Marcie's only thought was to wonder why her lover didn't proceed more quickly. She was ready to lie down. As for the other two, her eyes were closed, and it was "out of sight, out of mind."
Rudy continued to take his time. He knew Phillips was staring at Marcie's naked pussy and he wanted the other man to be stimulated to the maximum by Marcie's beauty and by the way she responded to a man's hands and lips. Then Phillips wouldn't let anything keep him from slipping his eager cock into her, when the right time came.
She was completely naked from the waist down, and her pubic box was exposed to Phillip's gaze as to Rudy's. Rudy had the advantage of proximity, however, and he made the fullest use of this as he continued to kneel.
Phillips had just unhooked Paula's bra and lifted the limp garment off one of her teats. But now he ignored the breast entirely. The display which Marcie and Rudy were putting on was more arousing. Vexed, Paula grasped Lou's head between her hands and twisted to bring his mouth to the beige colored nipple which was exposed and standing to await his kiss.
He grunted and took the nubbin to his kiss, but still managed to turn his head partially to the side so that he could watch Marcie and Rudy. The expressions which passed over the lovely rehead's face, as Rudy made impassioned and uninhibited love to her, fascinated Lou. He could imagine himself in Nichol's position at that moment, doing what Rudy was doing...kissing, caressing, knowing the magic of Marcie's tender warmth.
Paula squirmed in apparent response as Lou treated her nipple as if he were loving the other girl. But Paula felt nothing, nothing except resentment of the fact that Lou obviously found the redheaded woman more attractive. In spite of this, she placed her hand inside the waistband of his trousers and began to fondle his prick and balls beneath the shorts. His cock was hard and throbbing but this was also because of the sight of Marcie's naked cunt as well as Paula's fondling.
Rudy got to his feet and standing in front of Marcie with his back to the other couple, he took off all his clothes. He bent to open the fasteners at the back ofMarcie's neck, his bared ass jutting to the other couple, his genitals visible between his thighs as he bent over. Then quickly hauled her dress and slip the rest of the way off. She now wore only her bra. Quickly, Rudy disposed of that.
Phillips released Paula's nipple, letting the glistening little tower flip on its springy round base, and stared at the larger and more beautiful globes which Rudy had just bared. Phillips wanted that lush red haired witch whose breasts Rudy was holding. He knew he wasn't going to lay her first. That wasn't the way he and Rudy had arranged things. Therefore, the only sensible course for Lou to follow was to finish undressing his own girl as quickly as possible and at least fuck her and he did.
He brought her dress up and tossed it away. He had previously made her bra only a limp bit of cloth draped high across her chest and Paula disposed of this. Now she was a nude as the other girl. But Rudy didn't look at the slim blonde, and Lou continued to glance frequently at the naked girl on the couch.
Paula went to work on Lou's clothes. When she had opened them so that his sex Darts were exposed for their bodies, Paula eased herself onto Lou's lap and her blondefringed cunt slid down about his upthrusting turgid prick and her pussy embraced the rigid organ.
The arrangement was a particularly fortunate one from Lou's standpoint, for he could simultaneously know the warmth and smooth pleasure of Paula's hot, slick cunt while he watched what was happening at the other side of the room. Sighting over Paula's shoulder, he observed Marcie lying down on the couch. Rudy helped arrange her legs apart and then placed the knob of his pecker to the lips of her hole and plunged. His big, red shaft disappeared into her vulva.
The sight of him vigorously humping the lush redhead caused Lou to grip Paula's back more tightly and to twist and press upward as her engulfing vagina humped and sucked upon his ramrod. The sensation was marvelous, but how much of the credit was due Paula and how much was due the girl on the couch Lou couldn't have said.
Lou was quite a ladies' man and had done his share of loving around town, but he couldn't remember ever experiencing a situation like this one. As he saw Rudy deck Marcie's gently undulating body and his lusty manhood thrust completely between her yielding pussy lips until only Rudy's balls were outside the completely filled cunny, he thrilled with a strange excitement. Marcie's satiny white buttocks and swaying hips began a writhing grind that paced the working of Rudy's loins and naked, pistoning ass. Lou found himself thrusting into Paula's welcoming warmth in perfect harmony with Rudy as he worked like a stallion inside the hole of the receptive Marcie. Lou felt that he was fucking Marcie too, as he watched and this intensified the sensation he was getting from Paula's vigorously grinding vaginal walls.
Marcie was making little joyous whimpering cries as the flood tide of passion was rising within her. Suddenly her thighs began to work in an erratic frenzy and she cried out in shrill pleasure as she was wracked with peak happiness. Rudy's loins convulsed and he groaned as he ejaculated his hot spurts into Marcie.
As Lou watched them explode into their thrilling peak, he was wracked by explosive surges of ecstasy as his happy groans mingled with theirs. Paula made some noises too, but she was just there for a receptacle for Lou's hot spermal release which he shot into Paula's humping cunt walls.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lou grunted and groaned as he continued to empty his nuts into Paula's thrilling vulva. When he had shot his hot wad, his cock went limp and the slippery sperm covered dick slid out of Paula's hole, followed by a small stream of sperm which ran out of her. She climbed off Lou's lower body. Although he had just frigged Paula, he realized that it was Marcie that he really wanted. Her nude lush body, hands resting lightly on her breasts after Rudy had risen from the couch after he had come inside her body, made her seem more desirable than ever to Lou. Her pink jutting nipples, still erect seemed to beckon to Lou from between her fingers. Lou had the perverted desire to fuck Marcie immediately, to sink his shaft into her cunt which was filled with Rudy's come juices. He wanted his prick to smear with Rudy's semen and to add his own to mix with Rudy's sperm inside Marcie. He had no idea of the homosexual connotations of this desire and if he had, he wouldn't care.
Marcie stirred uneasily, in a fog from the liquor. She was aware of Rudy's prick emptying his hot juices inside her cunny, having had her in another deeply satisfying love session, and now she was very tired. Where were they?
Rudy was standing there stark-naked. She looked past him at Lou and Paula, they were naked, also. She looked at herself. And she let out a cry.
Rudy laughed. "Everything's all right. Here."
As she tried to cover herself with her hands, she said. "I want my clothes."
Rudy laughed again, but there was a sharpness to his eyes which didn't go with the sound. "You're among friends, honey. Have another drink."
She sat up, holding her knees together and one hand at her lap to cover her exposed pussy. With her other forearm she was trying vainly to shield her big bubbies. "I don't want another drink," she said, dizziness assailing her. "I want my clothes."
"Why?" Rudy snapped back. "The evening's young yet. You don't see anyone else getting dressed, do you?"
She looked from Rudy to Lou and Paula. They were standing there mother naked, peering at her curiously. Lou had his arm around the blonde girl's waist, his pecker aroused at the sight of her exposure. Lou was passionately excited, his cock jutting toward her in invitiation, his balls completely in the open as the curving prick stood out from his body.
"No." Marcie cried and attempted to stand up. She fell back against the sofa cushion.
Rudy sat on the couch beside her. He placed the drink on an end table and turned his attention to Marcie. He took her in his arms.
"How could you?" she murmured. "How could you?"
He cut off any further objections or arguments by kissing her lips with his. His tongue commenced branding hers with a touch of liquid fire.
Again, in spite of herself, Marcie started to respond.
Rudy's hand was sliding up between her thighs. Not much pressure was required. He read her body like a blind man using braille.
His lips slid wetly to her ear. "Now how about that drink?" "Oh, Rudy...."
"Come on. It'll make you feel lots better."
Marcie's eyes were closed once more as she leaned against the back of the couch. The world was spinning, and she had decided not to try to stop it.
She felt a hand on her -moving along her leg. Yes. That was what she wanted. More of Rudy. She needed his hot loving cock humping her.
His fingertips were exciting her wet cunt now, touching, searching, driving her wild with want.
She felt lips. Lips and darting tongue. Yes. Oh....yes-'
This was delicious, to lie here this way, and to have the man she loved caress and kiss her sexual parts. She twisted against his amorous explorations of her vagina, as the fingers rubbed the tubular hot, slick interior of her vagina, the entry lips, the stiff clitoris...
Now he was urging her to lie down. She felt his hands and the pressure of his body. She yielded, and the couch was against her back.
His mouth was at her hot, yielding tits, lips capturing an upthrust nipple as his hands held and molded the breast. This forced the nipple to his kiss. He kissed her lingeringly, with warm and tender passion.
He went to the other knocker and made love to that nipple in the same way. Marcie's nipples throbbed. She wanted Rudy to slip his big tool into her stimulated on-fire cunt again.
She reached and took hold of his pulsating gleaming organ. No. Her eyes popped open and she saw that the man who was leaning over, kissing her breasts, was not Rudy
"What's the matter?" he demanded blinking at her. "Don't you like my kind of loving. Man, I sure like you. You are the wildest "
It was with horror that Marcie realized another man, not Rudy was making love to her and that Rudy was watching as the strange prick was about to enter her cunt and hump her, a strange prick was going to eject his hot, wet sperm into her intimacy. She turned her head to find him and received her second shock in quick succession. Rudy was with the skinny blonde. They were on the rug in the middle of the floor. He was lying back looking at the girl.
"Rudy " Marcie cried. "Help me "
Her anguished entreaty brought a laugh from the center of the room, where Rudy was well occupied by the naked blonde. Now Phillips was moving to Marcie...touching her vagina.
The first thrill blasted to the man's liquorfuzzed brain like a lightning bolt, giving sudden sensual illumination. The pleasure was pure and very sweet. Propped on his arms, he looked at that which he now knew, the beauty of face and form, the clarity of skin, the excitement which was mirrored in her features.
In spite of her horror over the fact that the man was about to put his organ inside her was not Rudy, and that Rudy was about to lay another woman in her presence, Marcie would not help but respond sensually now that this other man was working his fingers in and out of her aroused pussy. The closeness of him caused a surge of passionate response on her part, and this was quite separate from anything she might think with her conscious mind. This was elemental, founded in biological instinct, and she could do nothing but respond as he hovered over her naked middle, placing his peter to her vulval lips, he plunged the knob of his prick between them. She felt the hot hardness of his head working into her cunt.
Lou was busily engaged in proving his ability as a lover. The thrill of fucking this lovely piece of ass, of watching her facial muscles contort in sweet anguish and watching her breasts quiver all over was greater than any thrill he'd had in a long time.
He had drunk too much to derive the most benefit though. He realized this even as he slithered his organ in her warm wetness and struggled on the bumpy path to his finish. He wished that his mind were clearer, that his senses were more sharp.
He would have to have another chance with her, he vowed.
Now he pressed his buried prick deep inside her hot passage, so that they were touching from shoulders to legs. He humped his throbbing organ deeper inside her burning twat until his balls were pressing up against the pubic mound surrounding her completely filled pussy lips.
He felt her nearing the moment of satisfaction. She began to shudder and rise against him, her back arching for his own ejaculation. He pumped as swiftly and as powerfully as he could. He knew the precise moment when she broke free from the ordinary limits of the human nervous system and went soaring into blissful escape. He continued to struggle. Her buoyancy had not freed him unto orgasm.
He worked harder, moving at her with wild urgency. Marcie whimpered wanting him to stop. From somewhere close by, a coarse cheer arose from Rudy Nichols' throat and a derisive laugh from Paula as they watched Lou fucking busily.
Lou's eyes rolled back, his whole body tightened. He was almost there...almost... almost...
The magic trigger was tripped, his lust convulsed, and he cried out in triumph. He tensed, shuddering all over, as the hot pleasure spurts burst from him to gush and flow into her throbbing cunt, his sperm mixing with Rudy's hot wetness -just as he had wanted. Then he fell forward, clasping the sleek, perspiration-filmed body.
Marcie wavered at the doorway of unconsciousness, trying to hold on yet wanting to slip away. She gave in to the effects of the liquor and her extreme emotional exertion. She fainted.
When she awoke, she was in bed.
Then she remembered.
She sat up with a start, her head seeming to bound like an inflated ball. She held her self upright, eyes closed, until her equilibrium was restored. Then she looked down at the man beside her.
At that moment she saw him as she had never seen him before.
She thought, What am I going to do?
Rudy was supposed to be her lover. He was supposed to be planning to marry her. And yet he had practically invited another man to actually fuck her while he had humped away to the other man's girl. This was not the way a man in love should act. This was certainly not the way a husband-to-be should act, to allow another man to ejaculate his sperm inside the intimate cunt of his own intended. Marcie could not marry a man who would let his fiancee be treated in that manner.
She sat and studied his face in sleep. His mouth was partially open; a beard was sprouting on his cheeks.
He was handsome, even at that moment. And in spite of everything, Marcie felt a tug at her heart as she looked at him. He had been very drunk, she thought. He hadn't realized what he was doing.
For herself, Marcie experienced soulsearching shame. She hadn't liked the glib, good-looking real estate salesman, but she remembered his nakedness against her breasts and hips. And then she had found herself enjoying the male lust of his rhythmic humping, her buttocks and belly had swayed and met his surging prick inside her. Marcie knew she had thrilled deeply as she had felt the jolting surge of his peak ecstasy. She also knew that before she had passed out, her inmost womanhood had churned into twitching, uncontrollable pleasure along with Lou's, and she urgently desired for him to ejaculate his hot, thrilling sperm in her, to fill her cunny walls with his torrid white come-juice.
CHAPTER NINE
Rudy opened his eyes at the sound of her weeping and he knew what was bothering her the shame and abasement of her public fucking, her disgust at a strange man orgasming in her body before the others. Marcie looked as if she might be a little tougher to brainwash because she was basically very innocent.
"Why are you acting as if what happened last night was the end of the world?" Rudy asked with his most charming grin. "We were having an evening of fun and games and drinking with some hip people. You'll have to start getting rid of those puritanical atti tudes of what's sexually right and wrong. This is London."
"Do you realize that the most popular pasttime in all the nobby toff suburbs here are week-end husband and wife switching parties, where different couples pair off and jazz each other, and where homosexual and lesbian screws are commonplace?"
Rudy eyed her calculatingly and continued, "Marcie, surely you must realize that it's impossible for a woman to love one man completely and yet give her body on occasion to another man, if necessary? Maybe even more than one man, and enjoy his sexing too."
He looked at her closely. "Nothing was wrong about last night. Nothing. I'm a modern person with an open mind. I expect you to be the same."
"But I didn't want to do what happened. You arranged it."
He laughed in derision. "You didn't want to?" he hooted. "Boy, for somebody who didn't want to do something, you sure went at it in a big way. I could hardly concentrate my cock in Paula while you were humping away with Lou on that couch, and Paula was close."
"Stop talking about it." Marcie demanded.
"What's the matter?" He grinned. "Can't face yourself?"
"Yes. That's part of the problem. The rest is that I'm terribly disappointed in you. I thought you loved me."
"Oh, for Pete's sake. I do love you. Would I have brought you out here with me if I didn't? But I thought you were the sort of person who knew how to have fun. I guess I was wrong about that."
He studied her now. Perhaps, he thought, I've tried to push her too fast. Last night must have been quite a jolt.
He grinned. "How about getting some breakfast going, honey? I'll slip into some clothes and then we'll talk."
"It's done," she replied without turning to look at him. "It has been for half an hour."
"Oh. Well, I'll get dressed anyway. I guess you don't care to have me prowling around like this."
She watched his nude body as he returned to the bedroom, staring at his naked behind his prick and testes swaying. It didn't excite her. She wondered, how could a man change so completely in just a few days? Or how could her earlier impression of him have been so wrong? She wasn't sure which question applied, but this didn't matter because she didn't have an answer for either of them.
She got up and walked to the kitchen, still feeling shaky. Her nerves were raw, her stomach was complaining, and her head continued to throb in spite of the tablets she had taken.
by the time Rudy appeared, shaven and in a fresh shirt and slacks, she had finished breakfast and was sipping some tea. Rudy walked to the pot and poured himself a cup.
He brought it to the table and sat down across from her. He smiled. "I guess we're used to living different kinds of lives," he said in the gentle voice she had come to know during the early weeks of their acquaintance. "I've always knocked around, been with a fast crowd. I didn't realize that you weren't used to that sort of thing. For being thoughtless, I'm sorry."
He took her hand in his.
Marcie eased her hand away. "Just sorry for being thoughtless?" she said. "Not for doing wrong?"
"Okay. Put it that way if you want to. I guess what we did was wrong according to your set of standards."
"It was wrong according to any standard of decency I've ever heard about," she snapped back.
He smiled indulgently. "All right. Wrong, period. Is that better?" "We're not going to do anything like that again?" Marcie asked. "Never again, Cinderella."
A short time later Rudy walked out of the flat and to his car, which was parked at the rear of the building. He backed the Jaguar out, drove down the alley to the nearest intersection, and circled the halfblock to the front of the building. He headed off and drove. It was the high-rises that Rudy had come to look at. Such buildings had gotten to be a specialty of his in Birmingham. Not the apartments so much as the vast garages which sprawled beneath them. A clever burglar could work down there almost at his leisure, because the garages were usually unattended and there were only two points in ingress which had to be watched, and the elevator and stairway at the rear which were usually side-by-side, and the narrow driveway at the front. Moreover, during the day there was not too much traffic. Most people came and went first thing in the morning and late in the afternoon. During the day there were the women who took their cars for shopping tours but seldom was there more than one tenant in the garage at a time, and a man had no difficulty keeping out of sight.
It was amazing what valuables people sometimes left in unattended cars, newly purchased clothes, furs, small appliances oi all kinds, expensive cameras, even cash in purses and in glove compartments. The pickings were so good in the garages of these buildings, and the risk so small, that Rudy seldom bothered to venture upstairs.
Burglary was only one of the dodges Rudy had employed during the past few years. It was not one that he preferred, but it furnished a quick return with out much investment of time, thought or effort, and therefore came in handy when he had spare time on his hands, such as now.
He didn't intend to do any actual boosting today. He was just cruising around to see where the good pickings were. He would mark some good spots in his memory and come back to them in a day or so.
He turned onto the first street off the main stem, then slowed to take a look at a young blonde in a tight ass-hugging skirt who was strolling along, her twisting buttocks suggesting purest pleasure to every male, and her lush teats jiggling beneath a too-tight sweater. An expensive call girl on her way to or from a job, Rudy thought. The streets were full of high class talent, but still there would be room for Marcie. She could hold her own with the best of them with that luscious pair and her delectable pussy.
He frowned as he thought about the difficulty he was experiencing with her. But a man couldn't expect to convert a good little almost-virgin into a professional joy girl overnight. She would come along.
The party last night had been a shock, but shocks pass. And they leave a person changed. The shock of last night would make Marcie much more receptive to the follow-up of Lou Phillips than she otherwise would have been.
Rudy knew that Lou would follow up. The way he had acted with Marcie practically guaranteed that, in view of what Rudy had said to him before. One of the reasons Rudy had absented himself from the flat that day was to give Marcie a clear field in case the other man should drop over or call, and she should want to put out her box for him. In spite of what Marcie had said, Rudy figured she might be interested. Many men were hypocritical, he had learned, but with women hypocrisy was a way of life.
Lou Phillips had just shown a fat titted matron and her black-stockinged collegiate daughter through an old Tudor style house in the outskirts, and he was on his way back to the office. He was thinking about that wonderful moist twat of Marcie's and the supreme thrill of popping his nuts inside her hot box, as he had been ever since he'd awakened that morning. Hangover or no, he had awakened with a strong desire to boff her cunny. And that was in spite of all the erotic athletics he'd engaged in the night before.
He wanted to lay Marcie when he was cold sober.
He wanted to know all there was to that luscious girl. Then he wanted to rest up for half an hour and fuck her again. Then later, slip it up her behind and shoot into it, and if he was fortunate maybe he could induce her to take his prick between her lips where he would ejaculate his hot wad in her mouth. That would be great.
He hoped she was at home. And he hoped she didn't harbor any unkind thoughts about the night before. She had been pretty drunk, and he had taken advantage of her.
But Lou couldn't forget how she had responded. She enjoyed his prick spewing his hot come-juice up her love passage.
He headed for the flat with his fingers crossed and his mind full of remembered visions from the preceding night: naked tossing breasts, hardened beige-pink nipples, softness, smoothness, beauty that a man could drown with.
by the time he had reached the flat and parked his car, the palms of his hands were moist. He was aware that his peter was stiffening inside his trousers.
He skirted the garage entrance at the front of the building. A good-looking brunette was getting out of an expensive car. He glanced casually. At another time, her big breasts would have captured his interest. Not now. There was something better awaiting him upstairs, he hoped.
When he reached the door of Marcie's flat he rapped. He could feel his loins aching with lust while he waited. He hadn't been this worked up over a girl since his second year in Cambridge.
Marcie got up from the chair where she'd been watching the telly. Not really watching, but staring at the screen and wondering what was in store for her, what she could do. She walked to the door and opened it.
She tried to close the door immediately, without saying a word, but Lou's foot was there, blocking it. He was grinning, his eyes showing the effects of the night before.
Still, in a downward flick, the eyes undressed her. She could almost feel her blouse and skirt flying away, leaving her nearly naked before him.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"How can you ask that after last night?" he wanted to know.
Quickly he pressed the door out of Marcie's grip, swinging it all the way open. He walked into the flat and closed the door behind him. Marcie stared, her eyes showing a mixture of anger and fear.
"Now, how about a drink, baby?" Lou suggested, his silken smile restored. "We can just sit down and talk, if you like. But you can't shoo me away like that. Not after last night."
"Will you shut up about last night." Marcie almost screamed. "I didn't mean anything that happened last night. I didn't know what I was doing. You and Rudy got me so drunk..." She stopped.
He and Rudy. The thought had wormed its way deeper into her consciousness. He had said that Rudy had invited him. Why? What did that mean?
She knew there was a way to find out.
She only had to be good to Lou. Give him something to drink, enough to loosen his tongue. Play up to him.
He would tell her what she wanted to know, and perhaps that would solve what had become something of a puzzle. This concerned the change which apparently had come over the man she had thought she loved. Now she didn't know if she loved him or not. But that he had changed there could be no question.
"Well?" Lou said with a little laugh, wondering about her thoughtful response. "What's it going to be? Are we going to have that drink together?"
"All right." Marcie forced a smile. "Iguess I was being rude. I'm sorry."
"Hey, that's more like it, sweetie. I think we're going to get along fine."
Marcie smiled again and, as she turned to walk-to the bar, Lou brought his open hand squarely against the wiggling and perfectly rounded buttocks which were encased in the skin-tight skirt she wore. Her springy flesh bounced, and this sent a thrill coursing through Lou. He felt his penis respond in his trousers.
The pig. Marcie thought. But she didn't say anything. She continued to the bar.
As she poured drinks for both of them, a little tremor of excitement trouched her, inspired by the thought of what those drinks would lead to. She rebuked herself silently. She was only doing this because she had to, her mental censor said. She didn't want to open up her pussy to this man, to have his hands and lips on her, to feel his weight bearing her down against the couch, his hot, unwelcome prick inside her cunny, flooding the passage with his sperm.
Couch? No. Not today. Today they would use the bed. She wanted to have lots of room to move.
She carried the drinks to where he was waiting, bringing the bottle and extra ice on the tray. She took a chair facing his and almost within touching distance. She crossed her legs.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Lou said and lifted his glass. "To you."
Marcie thanked him and sipped.
But her thighs were acting as if they wanted something entirely different and more immediate. She took some more of the liquor. Perhaps, she thought, that would still the excitement.
Lou had decided to make one drink his limit. He had wanted to fuck her when he was cold sober, but the circumstances had seemed to call for a little alcoholic lubrica tion. He would stop at one, however. His resolve was firm about that.
"When was it that my husband invited you over?" Marcie asked.
"After we left here yesterday. On the way back to my office, we stopped for a couple of drinks."
"How nice." Her tone was acid.
"Rudy's a great guy. You ought to hold onto him, do what he says."
"He's my husband," Marie replied.
"Oh, yeah. Sure." Lou laughed a little. " I almost forgot."
"It's no wonder, the way all of us were acting last night."
"I thought you didn't want to talk about last night."
"I don't. But what happened, happened. There is no way to erase that."
"Man, I wouldn't want to. You and I, we were marvelous in the frigging... I've been with a lot of girls, but...." Deciding he had said enough, he ended the sentence with a twist of his head to denote admiration which surpassed his ability to express.
Lou finished his drink and set the glass down.
"Have another," Marcie invited. "I'm a slow drinker."
"I ought to be a non-drinker after last night," Lou replied. "One's my limit." "Oh, come on."
"No. I mean it." As he looked at her, his eyes took on a suggestive gleam. "I'd listen real close to another kind of invitation, though."
"Such as?"
"You and me in the bedroom."
"You're mighty sure of yourself."
"Well, honey, last night you gave me cause. Level with me. You really enjoyed it when I was plowing your lovely pussy. You were pleading with me to ejaculate. You really wanted my hot load, didn't you?"
Marcie took a deep breath and said, "I always do enjoy sex."
"That Rudy's a stupid so-and-so." "What?"
He grinned. "Oh, nothing."
"I want to know what you meant."
Lou gestured futilely. "I guess I meant it was foolish of him to leave you by yourself like this."
"Most men leave their wives alone during the day."
"If I was married to you, I wouldn't," Lou said, his eyes glowing even more warmly. "I'd figure out some kind of business I could operate from home. Or else I'd have you work as my secretary. Then, two or three times a day we'd lock the office door and have a go at it."
Marcie laughed, but his expression of intense ardor had affected her. "Pretty soon you'd be worn out at that rate, and I'd be collecting your insurance."
"It couldn't go to a more deserving person," he said and stood up. "Come on, baby, lets do it, okay?"
The moment had arrived. The moment of truth, Marcie supposed it might be called. The trouble was, she hadn't found out from Lou what she had wanted to know. The liquor device was not going to work, because he seemed to have made up his mind he didn't want any more.
She said, "I'm curious about why Rudy invited you over last night. I'm sure you have your charm, but there must have been more to it. And why are you so sure he would approve of your being here today? You give me the answers to those questions, and I'll have that lay with you. Fair enough?"
Lou was surprised. And pleased, also. He showed this with a big grin. "I think I can tell you, at that. You seem to be coming along just the way Rudy wants you to."
"What do you mean?"
Lou hesitated. "Let's continue the discussion naked and petting, shall we?"
"What's the matter? Don't you trust me?"
"Of course, sweet. I'm just impatient."
Marcie shrugged and stood up. Lou watched her walk past, and followed her into the bedroom. That lovely bottom, he thought. I didn't appreciate them enough last night. Never had he seen a pair of buttocks that twisted so beautifully. And their shape was just as perfect. One look and his hands itched for them, and his prick stiffened in desire to bury its hard length in her behind, so far, that his balls would press those delectable cheeks. Maybe he would be lucky and pop his nuts in her arse-hole as he desired and best of all, maybe she would take his dick in her mouth -after the other way.
Marcie was aware of a sense of aversion as she stopped beside the bed and turned to face him. Yet she was aroused, also. Here was the same play of emotion she had been aware of before, even with Rudy. Her thought processes told her one thing, while her body was saying something else. She wanted to be fucked. She was hot for his prick -any prick.
Her pussy spoke strongly now, with this handsome, predatory stud standing in front of her. As she began unbuttoning her blouse, he stared in frank admiration, not yet moving to take off his own clothes.
"Well?" Marcie said, her voice not quite as steady as it had been. "You were going to tell me what you meant by that last remark." "Maybe I hadn't better," Lou said. "Rudy might not like it."
Leaving the last button of her blouse intact, she dropped her hands. "I won't like it if you don't."
"Come on now, sweetie. Ask Rudy if you want to know what the story is."
"There you go again, saying things I don't understand. Is there a story between a husband and his wife?"
"You can drop that husband-and-wife bit," Lou said. "I know that isn't true."
"Rudy told you?"
He nodded.
"What else did he say? Tell me all."
"Baby..." He moved up to her and tried to draw her into his arms.
She pushed him away and wriggled free, her big, bra-confined titties heaving. "No. You answer my questions or there's no screwing me."
"You don't mean that," he said. "You want me to fuck with you."
"But I won't let you," she told him. "Not unless you tell me what I want to know.''
"He said...he had hopes that you might...go to work for him." "I don't understand."
"As a pro," Lou said. Then, when he saw this wasn't clear to Marcie, either, he added. "He wants you to sell your body, be a harlot for him."
" Prostitution?" Marcie murmured the word in shocked disbelief. "That's what he said." "He couldnH."
"My dear, I'm just telling you what he told me. Maybe he was spinning me a yarn, I don't know."
"Please go away." Her voice was small, her lips barely moving. "Now wait a minute, Marcie..." "Please."
He stood and stared at her, not knowing what to do. She was obviously on the verge of collapse. Yet he wanted to shove his organ inside her pussy so strongly that he couldn't walk out. He just had to fuck her delectable body to ejaculate his sperm inside her body.
He shouldn't have told her the truth. He realized that now.
"Listen," he said. "Don't let Rudy know I told you. He'd come after me."
Marcie turned and fell across the bed. She began to sob.
Staring at the twin half-moons of her buttocks, sheathed so snugly by her tight skirt that their shapes were perfectly revealed, Lou couldn't leave her. His hands turned moist, the fingers working nervously against his palms. Marcie's bottom moved up and down from the force of her racking sobs.
Still he couldn't leave.
He had to fuck her once more.
He lunged, landing across the bed beside her and twisting her into his arms. His hand was inside her nearly unbuttoned blouse, reaching for the over-loaded cups of her bra. He grasped her right teat, and began to knead the responsive nylon-covered globe.
"No." she cried and struck at him.
He couldn't stop now. He had to screw her. If this was rape, then let her report him to the police. But he was pretty certain she wouldn't, not a girl in her position.
He tore at the blouse, popping the last button, and raking the garment off one of her shoulders and part way down her arm. He was trying to get his hand to the hooks at the back of her bra, to free those jolly titties and suck the tips.
Marcie pressed her back against the bed to block his progress. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks tear-tracked, but now the sadness had turned to fury, and this was directed as much at the horny man who was on the bed with her as at Rudy. She hated them both. She hated the whole world of men.
She flailed at Lou with her arms and tried to draw her knees up to do some damage with a knee in the balls. He was lying partially across her body, however, and she couldn't move her legs enough. One of her hands raked the side of his face, before he was able to pin her arm down. He swore.
Now, firmly in control, he leaned against her, restraining both her arms and her legs. He managed to get one hand to the center of her bra, between the cups. He grasped hold of the nylon, and ripped.
Marcie's bra parted, one cup coming off its round and lovely titty. Lou brushed the other cup away, and both her breasts were bare and bouncing. Her beige-pink nipples were already taut, standing like monuments on the large round aureoles.
Lou stared at the enticing titty, then dropped his face to the scented valley between the soft mounds. He kissed passionately, turning his head from side to side, nipping at first one nipple, then the other.
Marcie whimpered in anguish and twisted against his avid caressing, but she couldn't free her arms or legs.
After struggling futilely for some time, Marcie suddenly stopped. Let him fuck her, she thought. Let him have his way, to ram his urgent prick into her, shoot his juices and he'd be satisfied and go. What was the difference? That way she could get him out of there, and she herself could get out before Rudy returned.
When her violent exertions ceased, Lou lifted his face and looked at her. "Decided to be good, huh?" Well, that's smart. We can have a great time, baby, like we did last night."
In a pig's eye , Marcie thought. But she wouldn't fight him. she would just let him see what kind of a good time he could have when she didn't help. He would put his organ into her cunt, he would hump and pump, and he would ejaculate his hot load into a motionless vagina, pleasureless tunnel.
After a final pawing swipe across her big tits, which set them jiggling like molded jelly, Lou lowered his hands to take a firm double grip at the top of her tight ski She wore bikini panties underneath. These remained in place as her skirt came down her lovely legs, and finally off. The binkini panties were no problem to remove. Lou had only to curl one finger around them at each side, and to whisk them off her pussy area.
Now she was completely bare.
He bent over her letting his lips dance from place to place, nipping and testing. Marcie didn't move, even when he put his mouth to her pussy lips and pulled on the hot position. His tongue lashed deep inside the walls of her cunt, but she lay there as he sucked and worked on her clitoris and labia.
He asked, her to roll over, and she did. He kissed along her back. At her buttocks, he squeezed the juicy cheek mounds and pressed his face first against one and then the other* He moved his mouth between them and ran his tongue up the warm crevice, jabbing his tongue tip in the tiny gap between them.
His hot tongue inside her arse-hole made Marcie quiver. But she didn't protest and she didn't stir. Rage, which now had turned cold, filled her mind. Rudy, Rudy. A dull voice seemed to repeat his name over and over.
Phillips was kissing the backs of her thighs, and then her nicely arched calves.
The bloody rat. she thought. The miserable blighter.
The touch, which would have excited her to quivering frenzy at any time before, now repelled her. She didn't wonder about this at the moment. Her mind was trained on a single thought, a single emotion.
The bed shuddered beneath her as Lou got to his feet. He had to remove at least part of his clothes. He didn't want to take off everything, for fear that Nichols might arrive. He might have to make a quick exit, so he just dropped his trousers and drawers, enough to bare his cock.
As he stripped off his jacket, tie, and trousers, Lou thought of the welcome which Rudy was going to have awaiting him. The girl he had taken for granted was going to have a lot to say. Lou only hoped that Rudy wouldn't look him up at the office to take revenge.
Better hurry now, Lou thought, as he approached the bed once more, his lance jutting from the pubic roots in a gentle upward arc.
Marcie hadn't moved while he'd been undressing, but now she rolled onto her back and parted her legs to let him have at her cunny.
He got on his knees on the bed and moved closer. "You lovely, luscious creature," he murmured, and kissed her about the ear as his hands moved underneath her back. His throbbing organ dropped hotly below her belly.
She didn't respond, even as his cock tip left a moist trail of lubrication on her thighs.
He ran his hands down between her body and the bed until he was gripping the springy fullness of her lovely buttocks. He touched her pussy, seeking his way. He found her, and moved his outstretched cock to the lips of her pussy and it entered, parting their wetness.
There was more resistance than there had been last night. He twisted and kissed Marcie about the breasts some more as he gradually achieved his goal.
He moved just a little at first. Still Marcie didn't respond. He began to encourage her gently. She didn't help; she remained inert; she didn't even put her arms around him as his cock burned inside her taut twat.
Lou propped himself on his hands and looked at her. She was turned the other way, with her cheek against the pillow.
"What the devil's the matter?" he demanded in a hoarse voice.
"Just get through," was all she said.
"Why you little tramp."
"I didn't ask you here," Marcie snapped back. "So just finish."
He began to move up and down once more. He got no cooperation from her. He ran his hands down beneath her again, so that he could clutch and squeeze her buttocks. She let him move her body but that was all. She didn't contribute a bit.
He moved his buried prick inside the hot passage. Still there was nothing. For Marcie's part, she had no feeling whatever for what was happening. She only wanted the action to be over, for him to shoot his wad and for him to leave. Her mind remained utterly detached from what he was doing.
Lou humped feverishly, but still he drew no response. He was bitterly disappointed.
He struck her as forcefully as he could, and she didn't respond.
He moved with the prospect of finishing lpoming ahead of him. Strangely, though, he wasn't looking forward to the moment as he usually did.
"Fuck back, damn you." he growled.
She didn't answer, and she didn't move her vagina an iota.
He was virtually alone. The finish when it gripped him, was not going to be anything like his expectation. He felt cheated.
He could do nothing but finish now. He reached the top of the passion curve, and slid over without any sensation of triumph. His prick gushed and pulsated and she felt the hot spurts shooting up inside her cunny.
"Tramp." he said as he pulled his slippery limp organ from her motionless hole with a run-off of his milky sperm all over her belly and bush hairs.
She remained as she was, her head turned, her eyes closed. Silently, Phillips got dressed.
He had never had such a miserable time in his life. Paula Wilkenson was a real boot compared to Marcie as she had been oday. It was his fault, Lou realized. He should never have repeated to her what Nichols had said.
"When his clothes were on, he told Marcie, "Remember, don't tell Rudy I said anything."
She didn't answer.
He walked over to her and grasped her chin in his hand. He turned her head to face him. "Will you remember?" he snapped.
"Yes. Just leave."
But Lou Phillips wasn't quite ready to got yet. The cold deal Marcie had just given him left the yearning he had for her lush appealing warmth unsatisfied. Not only that, but his pride as a man was hurt. No call-girl-intraining was going to treat him like that.
Still holding Marcie's chin in one hand, Lou unzipped his pants. His lance was throbbing with renewed lust and excitement as he braced his knees at the edge of the bed.
"Kiss the tip," he ordered Marcie. "I'llgive you a little lesson in being a tramp, too. Kiss my prick, or some of my detective friends in Scotland Yard will know all about you and your boy friend, Rudy, the minute I leave..."
Reluctantly Marcie's lips touched his pulsing dick head, still moist from his ejaculation. The head was purple and gleaming beneath her lips and tongue. Lou turned and grasped her hair as her mouth bathed his tool in moist warmth. He rocked her head in an accelerating rhythm and Marcie cooperated so that it would be over with sooner.
"That's more like it, Marcie." Lou cried out and suddenly his cock stiffened in convulsive surging joy that seemed to drain through his whole being, as the hot flow burst from the head of his penis and spurted into her mouth, filling it with his starchy spermjets.
He pulled the limp organ from her lips when he was finished and he zipped him self up and left her.
He had gotten most of his wishes satisfied, especially having her suck him off with her lips, but there was no glow of real satisfaction.
CHAPTER TEN
The last thing he remarked as he left the sexually abused girl was to say, "Give my regards to your hubby."
Lou's damning revelation of Rudy's scheme to make a prostitute of her, the sexual humiliation and abuse she had just endured, the ultimate act of taking a strange man's cock in her mouth and having it spew its semen in her mouth, drove Marcie to what she felt she must do. She would leave Rudy and the flat as fast as she could, before he even got back.
Lou's little threat about the police made her fearful, too. If she got involved in some scandalous doings that made the Upland papers, it would simply kill her parents. She hurried to pack her things.
The possibility of returning to her parents occurred to her, but she quickly elimi nated this. Going home would require painful explanations that would make her an object of pity as far as her family and close friends were concerned. To others who heard the story, she would be an object of ridicule.
No. Going home was out.
She would take her own flat and get a job doing something.
Her packing was completed quickly. With a last look around the flat which had so thrilled her when Rudy had rented it the day before, she carried her bags to the door and let herself out. She didn't want to see Rudy ever again. She didn't even want to leave him a note. He didn't deserve any explanation from her.
Pausing briefly at the sidewalk, she had gone only a few steps, when a car's horn sounded in the street, several quick bleats.
Rudy, she thought. She glanced fearfully.
"Where are you off to?" the blonde girl called. It was Paula Wilkenson.
Marcie didn't want to talk with her. She was a friend of Lou Phillips. Anyway, Marcie hadn't liked her from the beginning.
Without saying anything, Marcie resumed walking. Paula's car was faced the other way.
"Marcie?" the other girl called.
Marcie kept going. Why should she even talk to the girl. She didn't want to talk with anyone.
She soon discovered that she was not to escape that easily. Before she could proceed much further, Paula had turned the car around and had pulled up, right next to Marcie.
"I'll give you a lift," Paula said. "Anywhere you like."
Marcie stopped and looked at the other girl. Then she thought. Oh, why not? The bags were heavy.
"Okay," Marcie said. "Thanks."
The other girl swung open the car's left rear door and Marcie placed the bags inside. Then she walked around to the opposite front door and got in. The car was a white Rover, about a year old.
"Why so stuck-up?" Paula asked with a smile.
Marcie looked straight ahead. "Sorry. I've had kind of a jolt."
"I guess. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking out on that smooth-talking weasel you were living with."
The car moved forward and, when Marcie turned inquiringly toward the other girl, Paula was facing front.
"You knew we weren't married?" Marcie asked.
Paula continued to watch the road. She said matter-of-factly, "Lou told me. I guess he got it from Rudy."
The bitterness in Paula's voice caused Marcie to glance at her again. That bitterness matched Marcie's own mood. But the strength contained in the other girl's tone certainly did not correspond to the way Marcie felt. She was anything but strong at that moment.
"I guess I didn't know much about the world when I left the Midlands a few days ago," she said.
"The bloke told you he was going to marry you, right?"
"Yes. We were waiting for his divorce to come through. Now I suppose he isn't even married."
"Pair guess," Paula said. Marcie glanced at her uncertainly. "Did Lou also tell you what Rudy had in mind for me?" "Mm-bm."
"I was never so stunned," Marcie said, "That he should think of you that way, you mean?"
"Yes. And also the idea of making my living like that. Offering my body for lecherous males who just want to screw me, shoot their loads in my belly and pull out and disappear."
Paula gave a little laugh. "It beats just about anything else a girl can do to keep body and soul together. It's easy enough, the hours are good, and the rewards are high if a girl's got the right qualifications. Rudy thought you had, and for fence I'd have to say he's right."
"You admitted you didn't know much about the world. The price of wisdom is a certain amount of suffering." Paula glanced at her. "By the way, where are we going?"
"Oh." Marcie realized that they were driving down Berkeley Square. "You can let me off anywhere," she said, "I want to call a cab."
"Why do that? You're in a cab right now." Paula affected a masculine tone and asked, "Where to, Lady?"
Marcie smiled wanly. "Thanks, but I don't want you to do that. You've been kind enough already."
"What if I said I want to help you? You know, I was on my way to your place when we met on the street. I like you, Marcie. I thought the two of us should get better acquainted."
"I'd like that, too," Marcie said, without being at all sure that she would.
"Then this is the perfect opportunity. If you don't have any place to go, how about coming home with me? You can stay there until you have your feet on the ground."
"Oh, Paula, I couldn't."
"Sure you could," the other girl said firmly.
"In fact, I won't let you refuse. I have a goodsized flat, and right now I'm there by myself. The girl who was living with me took off for Paris a couple of weeks ago."
"You prefer having a roommate?" Marcie asked, actually considering the proposition. She had no place else to go, and Paula was the only person she knew in town, outside of Rudy and Lou Phillips.
"It's the only way," Paula said with a faint, enigmatic smile.
"I don't know," Marcie said in a small voice as she looked at the other girl.
"Well," Paula smiled. "There'll be lots of time to think about that. First of all, we want to get you home where you can relax and try to forget that miserable louse you were mixed up with."
She took a quick sidelong look at Paula. So she was a nude model. No wonder she took such a liberal attitude toward prostitution. The two were not very far apart, Marcie assumed, though she had never known any models, or prostitutes either. She assumed that once a girl stripped naked for strange men it wasn't much for them to spread their legs and let some chap put his prick into her cunt, since they'd already seen it exposed.
She took a deep breath and released a sigh. She still felt as if she wanted nothing in the world so much as to cry. She still recalled how Lou had stripped her, thrust his hard prick into her pussy and came. But that other awful act, making her accept his prick inside her mouth and he'd ejaculated in it, spurting his come in it, like her mouth was a vagina. She shuddered at the recollection.
At Paula's smart apartment, after a soothing tub bath, two very dry martinis, and a light but tasty dinner, Marcie felt as if she might get along without any more crying. Paula deserved most of the credit for her change of mood. The girl had catered to her almost like a maid, drawing the bath water, bringing fresh towels, mixing drinks, and putting together the dinner all by herself.
Marcie had a very warm feeling for Paula before the evening was over. She decided that she'd had an altogether wrong impression of her before. Marcie chalked that up to the sordid circumstances under which they had gotten acquainted, that awful night when they'd all been drunk and naked and had exchanged sex partners and each man had filled the girls with their come-juices.
Now it appeared that Paula's ideas were quite compatible with her own. About men, in par ticular. Of course, there was the matter of what Paula did for a living, and her attitude toward a girl selling for pussy for money. Marcie could never agree with her about those things.
But Paula had been up against the harsher side of life for a lot longer than Marcie had, and that perhaps explained the difference in their views. Just a week ago, Marcie's own attitude had been entirely different. She had been in love with Rudy. She had believed in him and trusted him. As the object of her love and trust, he had somehow represented all men in her mind. Now that he had proved himself an unworthy whoremaster and a horny louse, she couldn't help but apply the blame to all men too. Anyway, there was her experience with Lou Phillips, who had shown himself to be about as bad as Rudy. All she had to do was to recall how he had threatened her to take his cock between his lips and suck him off.
So Marcie had changed a great deal in a very short time.
She wondered what her attitude toward life would be when she had been on her own as long as Paula had.
They chatted after dinner, Marcie wearing a shorty nightgown and skimpy panties under neath her robe, and the other girl in simple slacks and shirt. Marcie felt more and more at home with her new friend, and this went a long way toward relieving her inner desolation.
When the time came to go to bed, Marcie suggested, "I'll sleep on the sofa. That way you won't find a pair of cold feet in the middle of your back at two o'clock in the morning."
"Nonsense," Paula replied. "I won't hear of that. The bed's plenty big enough for both of us. Phyllis and I used to sleep together." (Phyllis was the girl who had recently gone to Paris.)
"I feel as if I'm barging in," Marcie said.
"You aren't. I invited you. Anyway, I can't stand living alone." She smiled. "Makes me feel so old-maidish."
"Don't you have any thoughts about getting married? I mean, as pretty as you are, and being a model and all, you must have had lots of chances."
"I thought about it when I was sixteen. When I became a little older, I realized it wasn't for me." She added wryly, "Men just aren't my cup of tea, darling."
"Maybe you have the right idea." "I know I do." She stood up. "Well...what do you say? Shall we put that bed to the test and find out if it can hold both of us."
"All right," Marcie smiled.
As she followed the blonde into the bedroom, it suddenly occurred to Marcie that there was something they would have to discuss which hadn't been mentioned yet. This was the matter of Lou Phillips' visit to her apartment earlier that day. Paula would have to know about this, and she ought to be told right away.
"You said you didn't care for men," Marcie began, "and yet you screw Lou."
"That's business, cupcake." She was removing the fancy bedspread.
"What do you mean?"
"Lou has some important contacts. It helps to be seen with him. Anyway, a girl has to get out."
"You slept with him, though."
Paula smiled. "I like that expression. If there was ever a euphemism that didn't fit what we did last night, it's that one."
"I guess you're right. But you were with him."
"Of course. A man won't escort you around for nothing. He has to get something out of the deal and a woman's vagina is the best bargaining power."
"There's no affection then, between you and Lou?" "Not the slightest, darling." "I'm glad." "Mmmmm?"
"That means you won't be mad at me for what happened."
"And just what was that?"
"Lou came over to see me earlier. He's the one who told me about Rudy. Then he made me go to bed with him, and he made me fuck for him -and after that, he did a worse thing. He forced me to take his organ in my mouth and I had to blow him off that way."
"Bloody louse," Paula said.
"I can't believe it happened."
"It's not wonder, after all you've been through."
"I used to enjoy being taken sexually with Rudy," Marcie said wistfully.
"I never got an orgasm out of any man. Never. I always put on an act to please them, but I don't feel a thing. I'm usually thinking about tomorrow morning's beauty shop appointment or something of the kind, and all I get for the thing is a pussy full of hot sperm. The man comes and has his ejaculation, and all I get is a mop job when he's finished with me."
Marcie regarded her curiously. "No man has ever excited you to a climax?"
"No," she said matter-of-factly.
Marcie shrugged off her robe.
"Hey, that's cute." Paula said as she admired the red-haired girl in her pink baby doll.
"This is the only kind of thing I have. I left all my plain pajamas behind when I went off with Rudy."
"You should never wear anything plain," Paula said, her eyes warmly touching Marcie's body. "You're so beautiful."
"Well, thank you." Marcie was pleased to get such an obviously sincere compliment from another girl.
She climbed into bed as Paula stripped off her bra and pants. The other girl didn't put on any night clothes at all.
As Paula approached the bed, naked, ner titties quivering, and reached to turn out the light, Marcie asked, "Do you always sleep naked?"
"Sure. It's a lot more comfy. You can twist around, and nothing binds you."
Marcie laughed a little. "It seems sort of indecent."
"You silly goose." The other girl's tone was almost affectionate.
Marcie turned on the pillow to look at her face, but the light winked off and they were in near darkness. She felt the movement of the mattress and Paula climbed into bed.
Sleeping with another girl was going to be a different sort of experience. Marcie had never done that before. She wasn't sure she would be comfortable. But she was grateful for Paula's kindness to her.
She turned onto her side, facing the other way. "Well, it's me for dreamland. Good night."
"Do you want to fall asleep just yet?" Paula asked. "I was hoping that we might, well, talk a little." Marcie turned onto her back again. "Sure. If you want to." "I want to ask you about your experiences with men." In the dark, the other girl's voice was warm and silken. "Are you sure you ever felt a climax and sex pleasure when their organ is in you? I mean really? Or were you just reacting the way you thought a woman was supposed to? Does a man's ejaculating sperm in your vagina give you any thrill?"
"That's a funny thing to ask."
"Why?"
There was silence for a few moments.
Then Marcie said, "I don't understand what you meant about responding."
"The kind of touch is what counts.'" Paula explained. "Your body doesn't know whose hand is doing the caressing, or even whether the hand is a man's or a woman's. The question is how well the caress is carriedout, and how your vulva is stimulated."
"Oh, that's silly," Marcie said. "I could never respond to a woman feeling my hole."
"You think not?"
"I'm sure of it."
Paula turned to face her. "Well, what do you say we just put that matter to the test? That is, if you're brave enough."
"All right." Marcie said, interested now in proving her point and putting an end to the foolishness. "Go ahead and feel me up. Do whatever you think might make me excited. I'll probably just giggle. I'm awfully ticklish."
In a single quick motion, Paula stripped the light covers to the foot of the bed. Marcie could make out the dim outline of her naked dancing teats as she braced herself on an elbow at Marcie's side. Her hand came to rest on Marcie's leg, just about the knee.
This was ridiculous, Marcie thought. What was the matter with the other girl, getting off on this kind of trick? A girl petting another girl.
The hand on Marcie's leg began to move up slowly, lightly, the soft smooth fingers caressing.
Marcie felt something. A tickle. But this was not the sort of tickle to make her laugh. It was a stirring which touched her thighs. The feeling was very much like that which had been aroused in the past by a man.
She pushed the hand away.
"What's the matter?" the blonde girl asked.
"I think this has gone far enough, " Marcie replied.
"Didn't you like that?"
"No."
"Don't try to fool me," Paula said, a note of triumph in her voice. "I know you did. Now you're afraid to go on with the test."
"I just think the thing is ridiculous." Marcie said. "There's no reason for such a test. I'm normal and you're normal, and we ought to take it for granted."
"You keep saying that, waving your socalled normalcy as if it were a flag."
"That's silly." Marcie was becoming genuinely annoyed.
There was silence for a few moments.
Paula said, "You see? It does require bravery, doesn't it?"
"Bravery's not the point. I'm going to sleep." Marcie turned onto her side."
After another silence, Paula said, "You don't want to go all through your life not knowing. It will bother you always."
"Oh, for heaven's sake." She turned onto her back again.
Paula's hands were immediately on her, moving more purposefully this time, up the fullness of her legs and around her hips, on top of the panties.
Paula's lips were close to Marcie's ear, and she was murmuring, "A man can't touch you like this, so softly and gently, with such tenderness. A girl as lovely as you should be babied and adored. You should be kissed all over. No rough hands should ever touch you and no big, surging prick should tear your cunny apart, and shoot his raw sperm in your lovely pussy." Her hands moved as she spoke, exploring and caressing with infinite skill. "There. How does that feel? Doesn't that excite you?" Her hand was beneath the panty and on Marcie's bush, tickling and tugging on the curly hair.
Paula's soothing voice, her nearness and her marvelously gentle touch on her pussy lips combined to place Marcie in a rosy haze of gathering passion. Before she even had ealized what was happening to her, she was tingle with desire from head to toes. She elt so soft and warm, so loved and loving. When Marcie realized what was happening to her, and where it was going to lead, she suddenly rebelled.
She tried to push Paula's hands away and said, "No. This isn't right. We mustn't."
"It is right," Paula insisted, her hands breaking the feeble resistance which Marcie put up. "You know it's right," she said as she resumed her caressing. "Your body tells you so. You're more excited than you've ever been with a man. You want me to go on and on, and you want to make me feel all over as well."
Marcie lay back and closed her eyes, her hands falling away. All that Paula said was true. She was excited, and she did want Paula to continue to fondle her titties. She pushed from her mind the question of what this meant, and she gave herself completely to the mood of surrender.
She felt the top of her baby doll being lifted away. Paula drew this over her head and it was gone. Marcie lay back again, her large breasts rolling and quivering to a stop.
She now felt the other girl's slim fingers prying beneath the elastic which encircled her waist. The elastic was stretching away and down. Her panties were sliding down from her hips, buttock, legs and finally off.
Marcie was naked and exposed.
She and the other girl were mother-naked together.
From this point on, Marcie didn't distinguish individual actions or feelings. Everything merged into a wondrous whirl of rich sensation which was strange, and tremendously exciting. The darkness held Paula and her in its warm embrace, even as she and Paula held one another, their titties flattened together, bellies hot and rubbing, their bushes entangled as their cunts rubbed together. Then Paula rose from her.
Paula's lips were instruments of magic as they moved, sometimes quickly and sometimes with maddening slowness. Her tongue darted, touching, teasing, driving Marcie wild. The mouth and tongue sucked on the big titties, then their mouths met.
Marcie reciprocated in a way she never would have dreamed possible. With Paula's hands and velvet words as a guide, Marcie kissed her as she herself was being kissed.
For the first time, Marcie knew the touch of another woman's nipples against her lips. She knew the exquisite smoothness of Paula's legs, her hips, her cunt rubbing against that of the other girl. "Soon we'll come to the moment of truth," Paula murmured gently in Marcie's ear. "Then dancing like a feather, Paula's tongue again began to flick at Marcie's nipples, erect and jutting like hard crimson cherries on the lushness of her breasts. Paula's warm mouth caressed each tit in rapid succession and Marcie's torso began to shudder as little happy whimpers broke from her. . Paula's hands were skillfully caressing and kneading the satiny skin of her thighs and buttock cheeks when Marcie parted her limbs yearning for more intimate touches.
But Paula, whose eager mouth was at Marcie' navel, quickly brought her burning lips down to Marcie's intimate womanhood which stood revealed. Paula's mouth found Marcie's cunt and parted the opening to enter the moist, hot gap. When her mouth was buried deep in Marcie's cunt Paula's tongue extended out and began to lick the slippery far reaches of the vaginal sheath.
Marcie had never before experienced such wild sensation as the sweet nibbling of Paula's lips and drumming savage tongue gave to her spasming pussy. Her buttocks writhed in pleasure and her sensation driven body convulsed in the sharpest, sweetest ecstasy she had ever felt. Men had put their mouths to her twat, but this was the first time she had had her cunt lapped and loved by a girl.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was too much. Marcie felt the ecstatic thrill of her climax as Paula's tongue continued to lave her vagina, from the hot, damp walls to the pebble hard clit, the tongue lashed until the cunt climaxed, and all the time her body shuddered and bubbled her release the tongue joined in to double the pleasure.
Then they changed places, and Marcie's mouth went to her friend's cunny and she sucked the other girl to twitching joy.
Ripples of pleasure still flowed through Marcie's white lovely body as she lay entwined with the sleeping Paula, both girls still naked. The knowledge that a woman's body and a woman's touch could give her box pleasure as intense as she got from any man troubled Marcie. She was learning things from her recent sex experiences that were contrary to everything she had been taught. Her affair with Rudy had resulted in shattering disillusionment, but it had also given her knowledge and experience. She knew now that her body could thrill to the touch of more than one man, and that she didn't have to love the man to enjoy being fucked by him.
Marcie slid her lovely breasts from Paula's embrace and sat up on the bed. A tear slid down her cheek and she shivered. She felt that she was in a state of complete emotional chaos. She didn't know quite what she wanted, but she thought it would be best to leave Paula's flat. She would get a place of her own she thought as she dressed, and try to straighten out her life.
As she finished packing, she thought about what had happened when she was in bed with Paula, the sucking of each other's cunts, and specifically what her own reactions had been at the time. She was amazed now that she sfiould have responded passionately to the other woman. But she had, and she had also put her lips to the other girl's vulva and mouthed the pulsating pussy to a come. Well, that went to prove, she supposed, that Paula had been right about what she had said. The human body apparently didn't know or care whose hand caressed it or whether the hand belonged to a man or a woman. Paula did have a remarkable touch. Marcie had to give her credit for that.
After casting one final glance at the sleeping lesbian, Marcie moved silently from the room, a suitcase clutched in each hand. Riding the lift to the deserted lobby, then waiting for the called cab to arrive, she continued to be troubled by what had happened upstairs. Though she continually told herself that her response to Paula hadn't meant a thing, as far as her basic nature was concerned, she couldn't let the matter rest. She had gotten down on another girl, mouthed her pussy and had her own reamed. B^t it was just an experience. She was no actual lesbian, like Paula. Or was she?
Alone in the elaborate flat which he had rented for Marcie and himself, and which he had selected with an eye for its suitability as a kind of workshop for the girl, Rudy Nichols lay in bed unable to sleep.
The discovery which he had made late that afternoon, that Marcie had packed her things and walked out on him, had been a shock, and it had bothered him a good deal at the time. He was troubled not so much by the loss of Marcie, as by the loss of the investment of time and money which he had made in her.
by now, however, he had adjusted.
Rudy always bounced back quickly. There was no sense in brooding over things. If one investment or promotion didn't pay off, he would find another. That was the way he always had lived, and the wisdom of this attitude had proved itself many times over.
So his thoughts at that moment concerned themselves with the matter of locating another girl to take Marcie's place as a fucking machine for horny males. Now that he had the flat with the rent paid on it for a whole month, he would have to make use of the place. Anyway, getting at least one girl to work for him was a smart idea. That way he'd have a steady source of revenue he could count on while he went about the business of developing something else.
That Marcie. He couldn't put her out of his mind completely without entering one last wistful sense of regret. She was a rare piece. What a pair of titties. Ard her skin, her eyes, her lips, all of her was enticing as the devil. She would have made him a bagful of loot with her sweet, delectable cunt that every chap had to stick his dick into and cream the walls with his come. His cock rose at the memory of her sweet pussy.
She could have made a lot for herself, too. Now he supposed, she would be back working in a bank again. What an irony, making a small change wage for handling someone else's pounds and pence, when she could just as well have been raking in the big notes for herself, with half going to him, of course.
But there would be another female who'd be willing to fuck for money.
He would have to get out first thing in the morning and start scouting around. London attracted pretty girls like a garbage dump drew flies. So he shouldn't have any trouble. But he figured it would take a little time to develop a worthwhile prospect. With Marcie, he'd been well on his way.
He thought about tomorrow. First he would check the tea parlors and stores. They would be better than pubs for what he had in mind. He didn't want to hook up with a hardened professional sort of girl, and he certainly didn't want a lush. The innocentlooking kind was the best. They produced the best return. Guys who paid for the pleasure got a particular boot out of fucking a girl who looked like the one who lived next door, only prettier.
That kind could be found. The trains and busses unloaded a new crop every day.
It took Marcie several days to screw up her courage to the point where she could attempt the test she had been considering ever since the seemingly disastrous evening she had spent with Paula Wilkenson.
More mundane matters had to be taken care of first.
After occupying a room near the financial section for one night, she went out and rented a flat. The place was nothing like the one Rudy had rented for her, but it would do. One room with a pull-down bed, a dressing alcove, kitchenette and bath was all it amounted to. But the building seemed respeotable and the location was close to several banks (one of which she hoped, would furnish her a job), and the furnishings of the flat were presentable, if somewhat worn. Best of all, the rent was only eight pounds a month. Though Rudy hadn't told her what he had paid for the "palace" he had rented for them, she supposed the amount was more than double what her flat cost.
And, disturbingly, she dreamed of other 153 things, as well. She dreamed of Paula Wilkenson. And other girls.
All of these girls had exciting fingertips disturbing lips, and a simply marvelous way about them which sent Marcie into raptures of bliss. Each girl knew how to put her face to Marcie's cunt, between wide-stretched thighs, to put their mouths and tongues deep between those pink, wet lips of hers
These dreams had the effect upon her conscious state of urging her to hurry up with the test she had planned. Now the matter of knowing the truth about hersel had become a burning necessity, and she knew that the only way she could find out the truth was to go to bed with a man.
Still, she held off as long as she could. All of her background and upbringing argued against the casual treatment of passion. To share a bed without love had always been immoral in her view.
So going to bed with another man would no increase the total measure of her sin very much. And it would serve the purpose of letting her find out about herself once and for all, whether it was a man's prick and his ho sperm only which thrilled her, or a woman's inverted sexing she craved.
She was troubled by the fact that she didn't respond in the least, the last time Lou had laid her, whereas a day later she had gone wild under the mouthing of another woman upon her pussy.
So, she had to know. And screwing with a man was the only way of finding out.
Though she had confidence in her appearance and in her appeal to men, she had never tried to pick one up before, and the prospect frightened her a little. But she steeled herself and tried to consider the best way to go about the task.
A movie house?
No. She wouldn't be able to get a good look at the man who would sit down beside her, and she certainly wasn't going to be picked up by just anyone.
A pub?
She wasn't much of a drinker. She had never, as a matter of fact, been in one alone. She wasn't sure she would know how to act. She didn't want to risk the embarrassment of being looked upon as if she were a prostitute.
A large chemist's fountain, she thought. That would be innocent enough, and she would probably meet a little better class of man there.
Yes. She would try that first.
This decided, she got dressed and left her flat, her heart pounding more loudly than usual. She was all aflutter. She wondered how much of this excitement was due to the prospect of being fucked and how much was plain nervousness over doing something she had never done before.
There was a little restaurant half-a-block away. She decided to try that.
This didn't prove necessary, however.
Opportunity presented itself right there on the street, and it was in the person of a very good-looking man. He was about thirty, neatly dressed and he had a pleasant, clean-looking face. He was seated on a bench at a bus stop and, as she approached, his eyes surveyed her full busts and rounded sexy ass.
He didn't look at her in a horny way, as if he were enjoying a secret rape. His eyes were frankly admiring and friendly.
Marcie acted on a sudden impulse.
She walked to the bench and sat down beside him.
The two of them were alone. Still, it took the man several minutes to speak to her. All that time, she was worried that a bus might come along and she would have to board it, or else let it appear to anyone watching that she was a girl on the make.
Maybe she was, but she didn't like the idea of carrying a sign.
If she had glanced at the man a few times, then smiled when she caught his eyes, he probably would have responded right away. But she hadn't been able to do that.
Finally he solved her dilemma by saying, "Beautiful evening, isn't it?"
Well, he wasn't very original. But this was all right. A slick approach wasn't what she wanted.
She turned to him. "Yes, it is." Now she smiled, putting enough effort behind it to overcome her embarrassment.
"It's a pity not to have a date on a nice night like this," the man said. "But it looks as if I'll have to have dinner and the theater all by myself."
He obviously was fishing. It was easy for Marcie to reply. "I'm afraid my dinnerdate stood ms up."
"You haven't had dinner, either?"
She looked at him, heart fluttering. "No."
The man beamed. He was very masculine looking, had an aura of virility.
His name was Carl Roberts, he told her, adding, "Call me Carl."
She gave him her correct name, of course. There was no reason not to. He had a pleasant way about him, a shy, but very sincere smile, and a way of talking that showed he had intelligence. Better yet, he seemed to respect her. There was nothing cheap about his attitude. At the same time, Marcie had no doubt that he was thinking about the delights of inserting his hot, hard dick inside her cunt and his come pleasure inside her. Only a fairy could not desire to fuck her.
She was afraid that he might not make the move if she didn't prod him, though. He probably feared a rebuke, and, anyway, figured she was not a girl who could be rushed that fast.
When dinner was over, he said, "Well, can I interest you in a movie? I can buy a paper, if you like, and we can look over the listings."
She could see that he was hanging on every word she uttered. She dropped the clincher: "If you have television at your place, maybe we could go there."
"Sure. A pleasure." He hadn't been able to announce his acceptance fast enough to suit him. The words had tumbled over one another.
He paid the check, they left the restaurant.
They walked to his flat which was right around the corner.
The place was neat, as Marcie had expected it to be, and no more fancy than you would expect in the case of a man living alone.
He turned his set on right away. He seemed to know that television wasn't what she was interested in, however. As Marcie had decided earlier, he wasn't stupid. Once they were in the secure familiar surroundings of his apartment, he didn't waste any time going after her.
This was what she wanted, but as the fatal moment of discovery drew nearer she found that she was tensing up.
He offered her some fine wine, and she gratefully accepted.
That helped.
by the time his advances had reached a serious stage, she had a little glow. She was in as favorable a frame of mind as could be expected, she believed, and the man was as attractive as any casual pick-up could be. This meant the test should be a reliable one.
Somehow the thought frightened her, and she was almost on the point of getting up and running out of his flat.
But she didn't.
She had to go through with what she had started. She had to find out the truth. Did that lesbian cunnilingus she and Paula practiced upon each other blot out the desire of being humped by a man's organ, or was it just a physical passion of the moment?
Roberts made it easy for her, taking command the way a virile, sex-anticipating male should. His technique lacked the smoothness of Rudy's, but there could be no question about his mounting excitement. Carl was wild for her. She could see his penis stiff in his trousers.
After a few minutes of necking on his couch, the TV was forgotten and he began the exploratory motions which men usually indulged, such as feeling a girl up.
Marcie let him open her blouse. As his fingers worked at her big, exciting tits, she felt a certain excitement, but it was too early to tell if this was erotic in character or just nervousness.
He began to polish her swollen bubbies through the thin material of her bra, moving his palm in a circular way and going from one globe to the other. Her nipples were stirring. Marcie could feel them stiffen against the bra fabric.
This didn't convince her. She remembered what Paula Wilkenson had said about the body's inability to distinguish between one 160 person's hand and another's.
She would need more substantial proof.
She dropped a hand to Carl's crotch and drew a quick gulp of breath. Oh, yes. She began to caress his prancing peter, throbbing urgently in his trousers.
Carl proceeded with the removal of her blouse and she moved to help him.
As soon as he had gotten rid of her blouse, he kept her leaning forward so that he could unfasten her titty-taut brassiere. He had a little trouble with that, proving he hadn't unbrassiered a great many girls' breasts.
He managed, however, and lifted Marcie's bra away from the tender treasures it had concealed, and the lovely knockers jiggled their big scarlet tips up and down.
Carl stared at a close-up display of naked tittie beauty which exceeded anything he had seen for a long while...if ever. Slowly almost reverently, he moved his hot hands to her breasts. He took the bare beauties in his grasp...hefting, squeezing very gently, moving his thumbs back and forth across their thrusting rubbery tips.
Then he lunged forward.
Marcie gasped as he put his hot mouth to her naked breast tips.
When she felt her right nipple being tor tured by eager lips, then she waited expectantly for a response. But she seemed to know that she wasn't going to respond, at least not the way she used to.
What she felt was a certain revulsion.
This man who was with her was nice. He was attractive and he was gentle. But he was a man. She found herself thinking of Rudy, and of Lou Phillips. Rudy and Lou. Rudy and Lou. She hated Carl, too. "No," she said weakly. He didn't hear her.
She tried to pull his head away from the bare tit which he was avidly loving. He didn't budge.
She gave up and lay back against the couch. Let him finish she decided. That was the only thing to do. She had wanted a test and a thorough test was what she would have. She couldn't be soiled any more than she already had been, all the way, his cock ramming her cunt, finishing with his hot spermal pleasure inside her vagina.
After awhile he moved from one breast to the other. As he settled his warm humid clasp about her second nipple, she felt his hand on her arm, moving to take her own hand in his grasp. He carried her hand to his erect peter.
Her impulse was to hold back, but why should she do that? let him get through quickly. That was the only sensible thing. She found herself taking the same attitude toward Carl that she had taken toward Lou Phillips on that disastrous afternoon several days ago.
She moved her hand. After awhile she pulled Carl's zipper.
Her hand moved and caressed the hard, swollen cock, the back of her hand pressing against his clothing.
She caressed him much more easily now, first the upcurving shaft, then the testes and even his anus.
Still she didn't respond, although his cock did.
She thought of what Paula had said about her state of mind when she was with a man. She had said she thought about her next day's appointment at the beauty shop. The same was true of Marcie herself right then.
Carl was thinking far different thoughts indeed.
Leaving her breasts now, he began to pull at her skirt and slip, trying to draw them up.
"Let me," Marcie told him and got to her feet.
He stared, loose-lipped, at the bounce and quiver of her naked titties as she moved, unfastening her skirt and stripping the garment down.
He got to his feet as well, and he began tearing at his own clothes, working his things down around his throbbing outthrusting shaft.
Marcie decided to go all the way. She didn't relish the idea of his fingers fiddling around her panties, or fumbling with the garter clasps which held her hose. Standing directly in front of him, she whisked her panties down. Then she bent, naked breasts swaying, and released her garters.
Carl was tremendously excited by the time he had rid himself of his clothing. This showed in his eyes, in the looseness of his mouth, and in more positive ways, as well. Marcie tried not to look at his huge prick standing out from its bush roots, the big balls beneath, swollen with fuck-lust. When she was entirely nude, she asked, "Do you have a bed?"
"Yes, indeed," he mumbled hoarsely. "You have to open that door." After saying this, he sprang to do the job himself, his huge, pulsating prick-end weaving up and down like a jack handle. The bed swung into view and he let it down. It was neatly made. She climbed onto the bed almost immedi ately, positioning herself in the classic way. Carl followed her, accepting the invitation.
He obviously didn't require any more buildup. His cock was so hard that the long crescent curve of it was smoking hot and the tip of the throbbing knob gleamed in purple-scarlet glory. The pee-hole was parted due to its swollen size and a white seminal drop oozed from the glistening tip.
Carl moved to her,, touched, and held her cunt lips with his cock-head.
She made a little sound, but this was prompted by the exertion against her body rather than by passion. She felt no passion for the man at all.
Carl moved, too excited to wait. He began to hump and pump.
She moved too, at first from habit, and then from a realization that he would be angry and disappointed with her if she didn't. She recalled what Paula had said about putting on a show with a man. Well, Marcie could put on a show as well as anyone.
He moved faster and faster. Marcie kept pace, her hot wet passage pulled and tugged wetly up and down the length of his inserted peter.
Now he was moving so quickly that she knew he was about to finish at any moment. One of his hands crept around the upthrust quivering mound of her left breast and squeezed very hard. Marcie made a sound which could very well have been inspired by passion (but wasn't), and she pressed herself closer, shaking wildly. With Carl groaning at the hot slick contact.
The test was ended with a series of hot gushing spurts as his emptying prick ejected) a fiery shower of pulsing semen far up her cunny passage.
As Carl moved from her, she might almost have yawned.
Since she had no desire to remain with him any longer, she immediately began to dress. He sat on the edge of the bed, nude, and watched for awhile. Then he got up and pulled on his shorts over his now limp dong. His trousers followed. Dressed this way, hej walked to where his coat was hanging over the back of. a chair. Marcie, smoothing her nylons, glanced at him inquisitively.
She saw him remove his wallet from an inside pocket.
A tremor of shock touched her. Then, inexplicably to her conscious mind, she had a different reaction altogether.
Carl walked over, holding the wallet in his hand. "How much?" he wanted to know. She had been too abrupt with him, both in coming up to the flat and in getting dressed after they'd had their little bout. Also, the entire affair had been to joyless. Money had seemed to be called for, and Carl was doing what the circumstances had indicated.
The peculiar thing was that this now seemed right to Marcie, too. Why not take the money? He had benefited and she hadn't. Aryway, there was something deep inside of her which impelled her to accept his offer. She wanted to take the money from him. She wanted to deplete his meager wallet as she had depleted his not-so-meager cock.
"She didn't know how much to as for so she said, "Three quid."
"You were worth that," the man said without a smile and handed the money to her.
She stared at it for a moment. Then she [enclosed it in the palm of her hand and walked to her purse. A strange giddiness thrummed her.
You made him pay, a little voice told her. He paid for Rudy and for Lou and for the others. From now on they're all going to pay to shove their cocks inside my hole. No man is going to shoot his hot lust juices inside me for free.
"Funny," Carl Roberts said from behind her, "but I thought you were different. When I saw you at that bus stop, and later in the restaurant, I thought you were a real nice girl." He laughed a little. "Just shows I haven't been around much, I suppose."
"I guess so," Marcie replied. She had to restrain herself from giving in to a sudden impulse to laugh out loud.
Leaving Carl's apartment, Marcie felt elated and dejected at once. She exulted in her new roll of conqueror but was frustrated by loneliness and thought of herself as abandoned, though it was she who had left Paula.
Marcie was heartsick with confused thoughts] and the more thought she gave it the more confused she became. Introspection was never: one of her strong points. But even in this condition of physical lethargy, Marcie's body continued to move with sensual grace, her hips switching invitingly, her breasts springing just slightly, resiliently, in time to the tap of her heels.
The few men she passed either turned or did a triple-take, cursing themselves for their lack of courage, or for the appoint ment they must keep, or for the dinner waiting for them at their homes. Her mood was such that now as she approached a pub, she decided to stop in for a drink. It was a neighborhood spot, clean and nicely appointed. She sat and waited for the bartender. "I wonder if I could buy the lady a drink?" Marcie turned and stared at a good-looking man in his middle thirties, nicely dressed and slightly high: the neighborhood romantic, taking this night to play hooky from home. She was about to reject him but changed her mind, deciding it would be better to talk than to think. "I'm drinking gin," she said. ; "I'm Harry Saunders," the would-be gay Lothario introduced himself. After the third drink, Harry had propositioned Marcie and she had impulsively taken him to her place to fuck for him and I see what else. When they were alone he had embraced her hungrily, squeezing her breasts so hard through her bra, that Marcie was the one who suggested that they take off r their things. Harry was short, but heavy-set and muscular with the florid complexion of the heavy drinker. As Marcie glanced down she no ticed that while he might be small in stature he certainly was every inch a man, and then some in the penis department. His cock when hard was fantastically large and thick, like a specially made knockwurst. It hung from a hairy bush and rose before her to expose an immense pair of testicles. Marcie decided to practice her new found technique of going through all the love motions, but really holding her feelings aloof.
Not even that big wang excited her libido.
Marcie nuzzled her firm, lovely breasts against Harry's hairy chest and then as she felt his excitement, let his eager lips kiss her breasts and nipples. Her nipples jutted out, but Marcie felt none of the usual little thrills. She went into an undulating, voluptuous grind with her hips and belly against Harry's muscular torso and well endowed genitals. His heavy breathing became noisy and she felt the urgency of his lusting maleness sliding against the creamy whiteness between her thighs. She drew up one knee and fondling his manhood, guided the massive sausage to his goal. His loins lunged powerfully as he felt himself bathed in her warm welcoming hot box, and Marcie matched the rhythm of her weaving hips to his eager thrusts.
She decided to speed up the tempo, and as she sensed from his passionate pounding he would reach his peak, Marcie cried, "Give it to me now, Harry lover."
That bit of acting did it. Harry groaned like a wounded bear, and his whole body threshed ecstatically in jolting joy. Marcie wriggled her hips wildly and uttered happy little sounds of a bliss she hadn't even come near experiencing, as his huge, pulsating organ let go a voluminous load of hot sperm -so plentiful that enough drained down her utterly filled cunt to drench his big balls, pressing her parted cunny lips. From there the juice originated, and there it returned.
When they were dressed she quite calmly told Harry it would be four pounds. She laughed to herself as he gave her a quid for a tip. She knew now that she could make a man cream his load of humping and fucking. She felt nothing but hot, stiff pressure and then a series of spurting seminal squirts up her pussy. No more. No longer was she the young, passionate sweet girl of old.
Rudy and Lou cured her of that.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Harry was definitely fooled. He assumed that with the big prong he toted about between his legs, any girl would be overjoyed to accept that monstrous shaft in her pussy. However, Marcie shook her head no in response to his invitation to come back to the pub and join him in a few more drinks.
"I have a few friends coming in later," he told her. "A gal who knows what to do with her figure like you do, could make herself a nice piece of change tonight." When he had left, she went to a food shop and had some tea at the fountain. As she finished, a sudden impulse overwhelmed her and she went into a phone booth. She hesitated a long while, then dropped the coin in and dialed.
She felt a tender thrill of loneliness when she heard Paula's voice.
"Naughty Marcie, running out on Paula like that. I'll bet you went and got yourself a couple of good dicks inside your darling cunny box." she laughed.
"How do you know?"
"Usual reaction," Paula answered.
"But I found out something," Marcie said eagerly. "Men don't make me feel a thing, really. I can take 'em or leave 'em. And from now on I think I want to leave 'em."
"Except for business reasons -we girls have to eat and wear nice things."
"Oh, Paula. I don't know how to say it, but I want to come back and be with you," Marcie said hesitantly. "That is, if you still want me to."
Paula was immediately sympathetic, too much so for the emotion to be entirely sin cere. "Of course I still want you, darling," she said. "I'll appreciate you. Why, I'll welcome you with open arms. Luckily I don't have an appointment until night, so we can take all the time we need to get re-acquainted." With her lips practically brushing the telephone, she murmured, "How does that sound, precious?" Her vagina moistened with anticipation.
"Oh, Paula..." Marcie's bosoms shook with joy.
"There, sweet. Tell me where you are and I'll drive over and pick you up. You have bags and all."
"But I rented an apartment," Marcie said and added, "For a whole mouth."
"Never m'nd that. There's no use being miserable just to save a few quid. Tell your landlord you're checking out. How soon can you be ready?"
"Half an hour," Marcie told her.
'That's longer than you took walking out on me the other night, I'll bet."
"Yes, I guess it is."
"You know, I think a little punishment's in order for what you did. Leaving me in the middle of the night, that way."
"Punishment?"
" Mm mm. I have a very sturdy hairbrush. The old-fashioned wooden kind. You don't see them very often any more. I know just what I should do with that. Can you guess?"
"No," Marcie said half fearfully. "I can't."
"How long since you've had your ass spanked, angel?"
"Paula. Please..." Her voice had the imploring quality of ayounggirl. Her pussy throbbed with strange intensity.
"Don't fret. I won't spank you too hard. Just enough to let you know you shouldn't treat me like that again. Honestly now, don't you think you have a spanking coming?"
"Maybe, but..."
"But what, dearest?"
Marcie hesitated for a moment, and then the words gushed out: "I just want you to love me, Paula. I need you so much." She began to cry. "You can do whatever you like with my bottom."
"There, there. I knowyou need me, precious. And I need my darling little lovey girl, too. I'll love you, sweetness. Don't worry about that. I'll love you to pieces. But first, you'll have to have your punishment. Just a little bit. I must warm your bottom before I kiss each darling cheek -and then I'll kiss in between and in front." She paused. "Now, what's your address?"
Marcie told her and, with a tearful good-bye, hung up the phone. Rudy Nichols had spent the better part of the last three days developing his acquaintance with a cute, impressively curved little blonde with a large pair of knockers, by the name of Honey Blossom.
Her real name wasn't Honey, of course. She had confided this to him on their second date. He'd first picked her up at a pub near the Strand. She'd adopted the name because she, predictably, had aspirations of becoming a movie and TV star. But she was quick to explain that she hadn't made it up from thin air. They had called her than when she was a baby. Because she was a natural blonde, she had said with a girlish giggle. Both her parents were dark-haired. But she had a blonde-haired grandmother, she had added. Her grandmother was blonde in the pussy, Out of all this, the phrase natural blonde was all that mattered a hoot to Rudy.
He was curious, however, about her surname. Honey Blossom had too much alliteration to sound as if it had just happened. It sounded, he thought, like a naive young girl's idea of what a movie star's name should be. Actually in his judgment, the name would have qualified for more fittingly for a career in The Follies, or something.
When he asked her if her second name was real, she had hesitated and admitted, "Well, it's not exactly real. My real name is Lowbridges. But that's too long for a theater marquee, don't you think?"
Rudy agreed it was.
At that moment he congratulated himself on picking a prime prospect for his whore stable. The trouble with Marcie had been that she was too smart, Rudy thought. The dumb ones make the best fuckers. All you have to do is dangle some expensive trinket in iront of them and they're eager to open up for the old cock. The next step is to set them up in a flat. After that, they're practically in business.
Rudy's attitude toward women was not entirely a commercial one, however. He was a horny stud who had to have his fucking regularly. He hadn't had that since Marcie had walked out, and this had begun to bother him. His balls ached to empty their load into some pussy, any pussy.
So it was that on this particular Sunday morning, as he walked into Honey's furnished room at a lodging house, he was thinking about a kind of "development" that was not purely commercial. Of course, a prospec tive call girl should be well-tried-out before handled by the man she was going to work for, but business considerations were not uppermost in Rudy's mind at that moment.
The ostensible reason for his call had been to pick up Honey for a drive in the country. She was dressed in pink hip hugger s, white shirt hanging loose at her waist, and a big straw hat, all ready to go.
As he gazed at the amazingly out-thrust peaks of her full breasts, and watched the way her plump ass wiggled when she walked across the room, away from him, to get her purse from the small table in front of the window, Rudy decided that she indeed was ready to go. And he was too. Right inside her natural blonde cunny.
But not in the car. '
He had been pretty much of a gentleman up to that point, developing her carefully, as he always did at first until he was sure which way to move. With Honey, he decided that a direct approach, right now, would not be amiss. Then, tomorrow, he would send her a nice little piece of jewelry, not too expensive, but good enough to open wide the blue eyes of a nineteen-year-old from the Welsh hills.
When he pulled her against him and wrap ped her snugly in his arms, marveling at the very firm thrust of her stand-up titties, soft and hot against him, she didn't offer any resistance. She gave alittle exclamation of surprise, a giggle, and then she was his. How easy, he thought, then wondered how many guys had gotten to her in the last three or four years, since she had begun to bloom.
A good many, he conjectured. As they kissed, their tongues joining with equal fervor in the passionate play, he let his hands slide to the bottom edge of her shirt, which hung loose. He lifted this and placed his palms on the bare flesh just above her low riding pants. He skinned his hands up her back, letting her shirt bunch on his arms.
He found her bra clasp and, before she could say a thing, or even disentangle her kiss from his, he had popped all three of her hooks. He slipped his hands around to her front, urging her a little ways away from him at the same time.
She stood flush-faced, a star struck expression to her countenance, as he filled his hands with her soft, but firmly packed bare titties.
"Oh, Rudy." she exclaimed. "Oh, that's so tough."
In hardly any time at all, he had the blouse off her altogether, her limp bra going with it. She helped him strip her snug-fitting pants down. This left her in tiny bikini panties of pale pink. He saw right away that nothing Honey had told him when they 'd been talking about her name and how she'd gotten it, was untrue.
As she removed her panties, and rolled onto the bed, Rudy rid himself of his own clothes. Then he was with her, his big throbbing ramrod slapping and poking her belly and hole.
His lips took special delight in making the grand tour. They lingered for long rapturous minutes at the upthrust pink pinnacles of her sweet young knockers, tantalizing the tingling flesh. Honey squirmed in her excitement, and then she started to talk, the foulest jargon of lust and sexuality.
Rudy was a little surprised at first. Honey had such an innocent look.
Rut innocent she was not. In talk or in actions.
Before he'd had a chance to finish all the kissing he had wanted to do, his lips had barely begun their appreciation of her most precious places, she was urging him onto his back, and moving to him which caused her pendulous breasts to drag their nipples across his legs as her mouth engulfed his hard, upthrusting cock. Her lips drove him wild. Whoever had shown that girl the ropes had done a devilishly good job, Rudy decided. After thinking this single thought, all he could do was to clench his fists and hold on as Honey continued to demonstrate her intense admiration for him by mouthing his big dong as much as she could accept in her mouth, and then beneath to his balls , which she licked and tongued.
When Rudy had taken all of the admiration he could stand, he swung her away from him and moved to assume command. He could feel the coolness of the air upon the saliva moistened half of his erect cock and his testes. Then he sank his slick, mouth-wet cock into her hot cunt.
As he began to move, making his passion sear, the healthy %irl cried in girlish glee, while not very far away, another girl was crying in a strange kind of mixed pleasurepain.
Marcie was crying as Paula sat astride her back on the bed and battered her bouncing buttocks with the back of a hairbrush.
Marcie sobbed and kicked and screamed as
Paula brought the hairbrush slamming against her reddening ass.
Strangely enough, the rhythm which Rudy Nichols fucked with the girl named Honey, before he had ejaculated his hot semen, was very much the same as the spanking pace or Paula's paddles on Marcie's quivering, reddened behind.
Rudy moved as Paula spanked, and the two lovely young girls were the object of different passions.
Honey was thrilling, her cries forming a symphony of delight, while Marcie smarted and sobbed in painful torment. But the torment was not entirely an unmixed curse. There was, from Marcie's reaction, a kind of satisfaction, too.
She seemed to know that Paula wouldn't be spanking her this way if Paula didn't love her very much. (After all, hadn't her parents spanked her because they loved her, when she was a child?) Marcie wanted to be loved. She wanted to be taken care of. Paula was taking care of her now, but good.
And Rudy was taking care of Honey, a second time, a much easier time because his cock thrust into her hot, sperm-slippery cunt very smoothly.
Already he had taken her across the finish line, and she had shook and lifted against him in a soul-satisfying action. But she knew right away that she was going to see more that day. The way Rudy was going, he seemed still to possess a tremendous amount of reserve in his pumping peter. She moaned and cried and told him what a wonderful man he was, in the sense in which he was proving himself at that very moment. And she didn't mince words in the least. When Honey complimented a male, she complimented him. And the nature of the compliments seemed to inspire Rudy to a greater and greater demonstration of his penile prowess.
Paula had long since ceased her spanking of Marcie, and the two girls were making up before Rudy had reached the final stage of loving Honey. The making up involved kissing and gradual undressing and, after that, the kind of caressing which Marcie had dreamed of ever since she had walked out of Paula's apartment before, and Paula was fulfilling all her promises.
After the caressing came more kissing.
But kissing of a different and far more exciting sort.
Paula began by bestowing her kisses on the very area she had punished so brutally just a short time before. Then she rolled Marcie over, the other girl completely submissive to her will, and kissed her some more. She kissed the hot, reddened ass-cheeks, the warm, slightly sticky crevice between them the little doughnut shaped anal opening, before running her tongue and lips down and around to the cunt-lips.
Still Rudy went on and on.
Honey was now grasping against his back, for her second finish. Rudy was just beginning the final approach toward his first one.
They both reached their goals together, in a quaking, shuddering unit which furnished fulfillment of a better sort than Rudy had ever known before, and which convinced Rudy that no additional processing would be needed to make of Honey an item which could be marketed at top price anywhere in Londonor the world for that matter. All this he assumed as his burning sperm-spurts jetted from his deliciously imprisoned, emptying prick to mingle with their previous come juices.
That wasn't to say that Rudy would not know her willing warmth again. Business was not everything.
In their flat, Paula and Marcie reached happiness together. To the lovely redhead, this was even better, more satisfying, than the first time.
Any doubt which she may still have had about herself was now resolved. Like it or not, she was as she was, as the world and Rudy Nichols had made her, and she wasn't going to fight this truth any longer. They were pressed together, head to crotch, each working their lips and tongues deep within their partner's glistening, moist cunts.
Rudy's total success with Honey Blossom came even more quickly than he had expected at first.
The gifts helped.
So did the flat he rented for her.
But the argumentthat really persuaded her, when he told her he was going to send around a friend and that she should be very nice to him, was Rudy's remark that the friend was a very big man in the entertainment field.
"Oh, really?" Honey responded.
"HMmm-hmmm," Rudy. "He's an assistant producer in charge of casting. His company turns out at least four half-hour shows a week, so he's an important man. Treat him very well now. You know, the way I taught you."
Honey giggled. "I'll treat him very well, Rudy. My goodness."
"Now, you're not going to spend the evening at your place," Rudy explained. "He's going to pick you up and take you to a party. There'll be a couple of other men and their girls in the car. The guys are friends of his. One of the girls will be a blonde named Paula Wilkenson. I gave him her number. The other one is somebody she dug up, her roommate I think."
"Oh." Honey said. "Sounds like fun."
"You'll have a real great time, dearie. Just remember what I said, be �ice to the guy."
"If he's an assistant producer, I sure want him to like me."
"That's the idea," Rudy replied. Then, as an after thought, he told her "I might just stop in at the party myself. After things really get rolling, later."
"What's the matter?" Honey said. "Don't you think I'll know how to behave?"
"I'm sure you will, honey. But this party is supposed to be a real blast and a lot of important people will be there. It might be good for business if I stop by."
"Oh yes. I forgot." Honey giggled. "Public relations, huh?"
"That's right, Honey. Take care now."
"I will. 'Bye."
As Rudy hung up, he decided that he would definitely make an appearance at the party that night. This Wilkenson girl, he might just be able to work out a deal with her. And with her roommate, too. They were free lancing, as far as he knew. Maybe he could convince them of the advantages of letting him be their agent, that is if he could get a few moments with them alone.
Rudy Nichols whistled appreciatively as he entered the penthouse elevator. The setup was even swankier than he had expected as he entered the penthouse where the party was already well under way. His friend, the TV producer hailed Rudy and poured him a double scotch on the rocks from the bar.
"That idea of yours, four gals to the six men, is working out pretty well," the producer confided to Rudy. "They're all a bunch of good-looking, swing birds," and those important executives are tickled with the idea of switching partners."
Things did seem to be going well judging from the glimpses of naked entwined bodies writhing on two of the huge overstuffed couches in the living room. Yes, it was going to be a real profitable shindig, Rudy could tell. Hcney should be good for at least a pile tonight, and he hoped she wouldn't be naive enough to try to hold out on him.
"Your protege, Hcney, is doing just fine," the producer continued, "but that friend of Paula's -wow. She's been handling 'em two at a time."
"I'd like to try some of that," Rudy smirked, his eyes glistening.
The genial host waved him toward a closed bedroom door.
As Rudy entered, a voice from the bathroom called out, "Strip honey, and make yourself comfy on the bed. I'll be with you in a minute."
Rudy's dark, muscular body was expectantly naked as the gorgeously built redhead slipped out of the bathroom and lay down beside him.
"Marcie." Rudy exclaimed, for once completely startled out of his composure.
"Surprise." Marcie whispered as she embraced the tense Rudy and kissed him full on the lips, warmly and sensuously, as her hand grasped his cock and began to manipulate it rapidly.
He looked appreciatively at her lovely face, full breasts and undulating thighs. He swung himself over her and his chest resting on her cushioning breasts, braced himself between her expectant thighs. Marcie ground her belly gently under him, caressing the lust of his swollen penis against her creamy skin. His balls swayed and rubbed against her inner thighs.
When Rudy's powerful hands cupped the perfect rounds of her buttock cheeks, he felt her draw his throbbing manhood within the warm velvety welcome of her cunt. Marcie's hips met his thrusting loins with perfect timing as Rudy lunged into her hungrily.
"Like old times, eh, Marcie," Rudy gasped as passion built within him. His big prick was burning all the way to the balls inside her pussy.
Marcie made a joyous little noise and with a special series of churning movements brought Rudy to a shattering, convulsive finish that left his dong quivering ecstatically. Marcie's thighs writhed wildly under Rudy and she moaned happily, as his hot semen-juices errupted and flooded her cunt completely.
After long moments, Rudy recovered his breath, pulled his wet but satisfied shaft from her well-filled box and sat up on the edge of the bed. Marcie smiled up at him sweetly.
"That's thirty quid you owe me, Mr. Nichols. And I don't need a manager if that's what you're thinking. I've already got one,"
"But I at least ought to get a discount for old times sake."
"What old times sake," Marcie answered tartly. I have no past, just a future -and it's beginning right now. And not with the likes of you," she sneered, slapping his balls hard so he doubled over in agony.
"Yes indeed," Marcie continued, this is my real love." She reached out for Paula who came to her.
The two naked girls embraced. They kissed as their naked tits and bellies ground together, and still kissing, they fingered each other's hot pussies, as Rudy watched in impotent amazement.
His little bird Marcie had really learned to fly high.........
