Contrary to popular belief by many who prefer to heap the blame for all modern unconventional practices upon the broad shoulders of the present hip generation, the inordinate pastime of mate-swapping is as old as time itself. The ancient Spartans thought highly of it, as indeed, did the Greeks, Romans, and a score more of cultures down through the ages. Nor were they without their swap or sex-clubs, such as the Pendulums, Rand-Harbor's underground circle of swingers, whom, Jackson Robard introduces to us in The Pendulum Initiation.
Only within the past few years have historians, sociologists and sexologists been able to get on the sex-saturated trail of the notorious Hell Fire Club, a secret organization of London rake-hells founded in 1752 by Sir Francis Dashwood, a trek which led from secret places of orgies right to Boston and the start of the American Independence. Two of the leading club members, John Wilkes and Lord Dashwood, were directly involved in aiding the colonists in their rebellion against George III.
A reading of the list of membership today is rather impressive. Among the famous names are that of Laurence Sterne, the novelist, Sir Henry Vansittart, later governor of Bengal and the man who introduced the first copy of the Kama Sutra to the Club's well-known pornographic library; Lord Sandwich, First Lord of the Admiralty, whose fame rests upon the device of putting a slab of beef between two slices of bread; William Hogarth, whose engravings and drawings of brothels and prostitutes undoubtedly came as eyewitness reports; Giuseppe Borgnis, the Italian master painter; Joseph Banks, president of the Royal Society, and no less American patriot than Benjamin Franklin, who was said to have paid many visits to the medieval abbey on the Dashwood estate, the Club's permanent headquarters where even the hedges on the grounds were cut in the shape of a naked, sprawled female.
A short time ago, an English newspaper was able to contact a number of married couples who admitted that they engaged regularly in such physical divertissement for the purpose of stimulating their married sexual life. Curiously enough, these young people were not frequenters of bars, not "jet-setters", nor were they pot-heads, freak-outs, or degenerates of any description. Rather, they were happily married, respectable suburban types living an otherwise ordinary existence without turmoil, much as the people we meet in this Los Angeles suburb through the apt pen of Mr. Robard.
In The Pendulum Initiation, Mr. Robard probes the erotic world of this ancient custom to bring us a titillating novel of the generation gap bridged, when young newlyweds eagerly take part in a Pendulum orgy and find themselves compelled to seduce an older, influential, non-member couple whose love-life has grown prematurely stagnant. Of course, as always in this writer's work, deeper intrigue evolves, the machination being caused by a beautiful scheming swinger, nineteen-year old Michele Douglas who is determined to save her inheritance at all costs. Her compromising conspiracy manages to bring out the lust, lechery, incestuous desires and perversions of an otherwise conventional, everyday group of modern citizenry before the exciting conclusion is sprung upon the reader.
We, the publishers, are pleased to present this enlightening work of fiction by Jason Robard. We believe strongly that the more light shed upon a murky subject, the brighter the chances of helping relieve the tensions of ignorance causing it.
-The Publishers Sausalito, Calif. May 1970
Part One
CHAPTER 1
The tall, ravishing charmer with the radiant dark-eyes and the bouffant coiffure of ebony tresses was well aware of the attractive young man's eyes upon her, and had been since the moment she walked into the hotel lounge. She had moved gracefully between the tables, over the plush carpeting with a near-silent rustle of costly, abbreviated skirt, to a quiet and somewhat darkened corner that partially faced him. Her movements were like the smooth flow of rare silk in the riffle of a breeze and she knew this, just as she was conscious of her full rounded thighs and exquisitely tapered calves encased in their glistening black nylon sheaths provoking his gaze libidinously. Such had been her intentions, but she'd had no idea before entering what the prospects might be, and now a fearful little tingle of excitement played inside her.
She was Heather Payne, Rand-Harbor socialite and frustrated wife, but the hotel register listed her as Miss Heather Garnett from Seattle, a buyer of women's apparel for a chain of exclusive boutiques known as Charmaine's, Inc., a company as fictitious as the pseudonym she'd chosen. It was a precaution, perhaps unnecessary, but it lessened the possibilities of Russell ever discovering the truth. She loved her husband too dearly to even conceive of hurting him; it wasn't as if this sort of thing was a steady diet with her. Lord, three times in nineteen years of married life ... not exactly a harlot's record, she mused, tugging delicately at long black gloves, ignoring the attractive young man's intense eyes as her own swept the rather quiet, softly lighted oasis in a glance.
Three older men in business suits sat at the bar together, plus her young man at the far end who had found himself a stool that commanded a view of the entire room. A barman in a short red jacket with gold buttons operated behind the leather-padded affair, and a slender girl with bony knees, wearing a cute little red micro-mini outfit, served the tables. Heather watched her approach. She had long blonde hair and full, pointed breasts ... it was too bad about her knees, she thought absently.
The girl was pleasant and openly pleased when Heather complimented her cascading golden locks. She ordered an Old-Fashioned and drew further conversation from the girl purposely to establish herself; the young man would undoubtedly question her at the first opportunity, his stool being next to her station at the bar.
"Are you staying with us, Miss?" the waitress, who had said her name was Sally, questioned.
"For a few days," Heather replied casually, displaying her lovely even teeth in a warm smile that was meant more for the young man's benefit than Sally's. "Business ... I'm a buyer for Charmaine's in Seattle, but I don't get to visit Los Angeles very often. Usually, I'm either in Chicago or New York, yet, I love your city the best ... I just wish I knew it better."
"You should take one of the sight-seeing tours, Miss Garnett," Sally advised. "They leave right from the hotel lobby ... in fact, I think there's one this afternoon..."
"Oh Lord, I'm too tired for that today," Heather replied with a little sigh, letting her eyes flicker a quick glance in the young man's direction. He was still watching her pointedly and the tingling increased in her belly. "But I'll keep it in mind, Sally."
The blonde smiled, revealing her need of dental attention. "I'll get you your drink," she said.
Heather watched her weave her way between the tables back to the bar while she fumbled in her purse for cigarettes. The young man's almost fixed stare was making her nervous; her hands were trembling ... in fact she was quivering all over. God, she hoped he couldn't tell from where he sat ... Just think of something else until she calmed down, that was the idea ... It was a shame about Sally's teeth and knees ... How lucky she herself was with her shapely physical endowments, her near-perfect teeth, her ivory-like skin; she knew that she actually looked younger than Sally who was probably in her early twenties ... and she was two months past thirty-nine. She wondered proudly if there was a man in that room who could guess the truth? She smiled to herself; some of her nervousness had passed.
It always pleased Heather to think of her body; "darling ... it's a breathtaking compilation of erotic contours and enticing hollows, a splendid temple of love..." her Russ never stopped telling her, nor did she ever stop loving to hear him say it. Lord, how she adored him ... had always loved him, and there was never any question in her mind but what he was completely in love with her. His gentleness, kindness ... his never ending devotion, those were the proof ... God ... if it were not for that one horrifying thing...
There! She knew it ... the young man was questioning Sally! Her tummy churned and she was trembling again. He had a pleasing smile, nice square teeth, sort of a bronze complected skin in the bar-light, and black, wavy hair ... but those long, low sideburns ... pork chops, she thought they called them ... If he belonged to her, she'd insist he shave them off ... His eyes were either blue or gray, his shoulders broad, and he wore his dark tailored suit well. He had to be a salesman or representative of some description ... and there was a wedding-ring on his third-finger, left hand ... she could see it from where she sat. Her eyes dropped to her own hand. She'd remembered to take them off, but their long reigning presence was still obvious, which was why she'd slipped on the large costume-jewelry bauble that Russ had given her at Christmas time in their place.
A pinched little void suddenly gaped in her belly at the thought of removing her wedding rings, and then she quickly reminded herself that it was done in reverence, never lack of love ... but to do what she had in mind while wearing the uniting rings of this husband she loved with all of her heart and soul ... it'd be blasphemy! She couldn't! Oh Russ ... I love you so much! But who'd believe it if they could see her at that very moment, entertaining all the intentions in the world of trying to seduce the first strange man she could find...
"Miss Garnett," Sally said, interrupting her thoughts, "the young gentleman at the bar sent you this drink with his compliments."
"Oh . . ? " Heather replied, pretending surprise. She glanced over at him, smileless, then up at Sally. "Why? I don't believe I know him ... do I?"
"I doubt it, Miss. He's from Detroit, some sort of representative for a computer company or something. His name is Dan Reynolds and he stays here at the Beverly Grand often. He's really very nice, Miss Garnett ... and he'd like to meet you..."
"Meet me?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sally replied, wondering why she should suddenly feel so damned out of line. She'd certainly played the intermediate enough times on similar occasions ... and who the hell did this voluptuous doll think she was kidding, anyway? She'd been pouring eyes at Dan ever since she spotted him there...
"Well ... if you know him, Sally ... and you say he's all right ... I guess it won't do any harm to meet him," Heather said, uncertainty noticeable in her voice. "I mean ... he won't get the idea that I'm a pickup will he . . ? "
"Oh, I'm sure he won't, Miss Garnett," Sally said, and for a moment Heather wondered if she'd detected a trace of mockery in her tone. "Dan's a nice guy, a real gentleman. He's taken me home a few times, and ... well, believe me, he's a perfect gentleman ... almost too perfect. . . "
Heather smiled broadly. She wanted Dan Reynolds to see it and he did, then, she nodded at Sally. "All right, tell Mr. Reynolds he may join me if he cares to."
The blonde waitress nodded and swung away, while the little sensation of excitement that had been playing inside Heather suddenly lost some of its appeal. So, he'd been out with that little loosetailed bitch with her bony knees and bad teeth, she thought angrily. No doubt why, either ... nor that she'd probably given him everything he wanted. He certainly wasn't very goddamned particular if he'd gone to bed with her; he must've been hard-up. Well, if he thought he could walk over to her and turn on his cheap charm with object, seduction, he was going to be greatly surprised. She was no low caste pub stewardess and she'd let him know that right from the beginning. God ... he wasn't fit to lick Russ' boots!
"Hello ... I'm Dan Reynolds," he said, smiling handsomely down at her. "I hope you won't think me too presumptuous, Miss Garnett.. ? "
Heather laughed, showing her pretty teeth and eyes at their peak provocativeness. "Not if you live up to Sally's recommendation, Mr. Reynolds," she said, nodding toward the chair. "Please, sit down ... and thank you for the drink..."
* * *
Russell Payne couldn't concentrate on the work before him and that was a rarity. The world of advertising with its catchy phrases and glib gimmicked slogans had been his life; when all else around him seemed to fall apart he'd always had his work to lose himself in, but it was no good today. He sat behind the huge desk in his luxurious office, staring at the words on the paper and not seeing them. Irritably, he pushed his high-back swivel-chair away and spun around to stare absently out the window overlooking the street three floors below. Beyond several blocks of rooftops, he could see the Pacific, blue and inviting. He loved the sight. Rand-Harbor, like Payne-Douglas, were his pet projects. He'd done much in his nineteen years in this little coastal suburb to promote it. Heather loved it too, he knew, and that's what made it all worth while ... but his wife was some fifty miles out of his reach at that very moment, and that was why he felt turned inside out.
He was a big man, heavy shouldered and square-jawed with classic Greek features. Women had called him handsome ... still did in his fiftieth year, but then, as he knew, not even a keen eye could guess the number of those many summers. Forty-two ... three ... no older they'd say, and did. He could care less. Vanity had never been his hang-up. Heather knew the truth ... and she was all that counted.
Christ, he couldn't help his feeling of emptiness. She'd wanted to take this goddamned shopping trip ... go to L.A., she'd said, and just do it her own way. What the hell could he say? There'd been that magnificent excitement dancing in those dark eyes of hers. He couldn't remember when she'd done it before ... some six, seven, nine years ago, maybe ... but the first time had been in the second year of their marriage. Anyway, it wasn't that he didn't trust her; Christ, he'd trust her with his bare heart in her open hands; it was just the goddamned being without her.
The house'd be like a tomb! Hell, ... he just wouldn't go home. He'd go to the club, drink too much, steam himself like a clam and sleep it all away ... but she was going to be gone two, maybe, three days, she'd said. Hell, it was a lifetime without her.
He stood, unbending his better than six feet of trim, muscular flesh, and walked aimlessly, slowly, almost lumbering about the massive chamber. Most men that he knew would be elated over the fact that their wives were going to be away for several days, he mused. But he knew their wives; it was all understandable. They didn't have Heather.
Nineteen years! Was it possible? And she was more lovely, more delectable, than when he'd first met her all those college semesters ago ... Her wonderful parents ... San Francisco ... the times they'd had! Boys and girls hadn't taken each other's pants down so promiscuously in those days had they? Too bad! If they had she might've known the monstrosity she was getting ... because in his own gullibility he hadn't realized it himself!
He went to the small corner bar and poured himself straight bourbon over ice. Christ, it wasn't conceivable, he thought. Even in the army he'd never compared ... never, never realized! And here he was at fifty with a prick no woman could take!
Shit! Face it man! You know what she's doing! Tell yourself whatever you like ... use all kinds of excuses ... but why the hell else is she away from you tonight? Just ... just hope and pray she doesn't meet someone she can fall in love with! Masturbation and pussy-licking can't hold her forever, not even after nineteen years! Fuck, you guessed that a long time ago, Mr. Payne! Someday, you said, she's bound to search for a normal man to fill that magnificent little vagina of hers! Hell, she's like a virgin! She'll search, just as she did those six, seven, nine years ago, then told you in tears of shame about it. You thought you'd die with the pain in your heart, didn't you? Well, you survived that, just as you did the second year of your marriage when she did it the first time, and when she told you, you even contemplated suicide! You survived those nails in your flesh, and you'll weather this . . ! Christ, can you blame her? Did you blame her before? No! And you don't ! ... Oh God, I love her so ... and I know she loves me! She doesn't want another man ... any man ... she wants me! Me! Fuck! Why've I got to be cursed this way...? Why ... WHY?
He went back to his chair and slumped heavily into it. He told himself what he was visualizing concerning her was not necessarily true ... but he didn't believe it; yet, it helped console him momentarily. Even so, that wasn't the issue in its entirety. He was no longer a young stud laying claim to his mate. Christ! They'd been married nineteen years! He could endure, even understand her having sex with a normal man, but the horror was that he could foresee no future for them together, no sensual loveliness ... and in God's name, what was left? He'd practically driven himself crazy over the years, trying to snuff out his own virile desires, but could he expect her to do the same? She'd endured nearly two decades already, while doctors had smiled at him, joked, even suggested he buy a mare! Funny! But he'd never laughed. From the night of their wedding to this, he'd never laughed about it.
A little better than nine inches of cock, near three inches in diameter across the head, was no laughing matter! When it stood erect, as it did more than four-fifths of his days and nights, it resembled some medieval implement of torment, but his Heather would caress it, kiss it and stroke it for him, had even tried to accept the tremendous ejaculation of semen that burst from his huge balls while she clung to it with both hands, working its thick foreskin up and down. Damn, she loved him and he knew it! But she couldn't take it inside her ... no woman had ever really been able to do that. Even so, she'd tried, placing its heavy knob at the mouth of her tiny sanctuary, wanting it, begging him to try ... and then, she'd scream...
Whores had screamed too. But of all the motley group he'd ever known ... there hadn't been many
... the girl who called herself Lana was the one who still lived in his mind. Lana ... let's see, that had to be five, six years ago when he'd gone to the convention in Chicago...
Whether she'd been a true professional prostitute, he wasn't certain, but she'd worked one of the booths at night, and had performed as a typist, freelancing, through the day. That's how he'd met her.
She'd come to his room, quickly and efficiently set herself up ... and he'd been quite drunk. Now, thinking back on it, he wondered if he hadn't been well into the bottle, would he've tried it?
She was young, no more than twenty, long auburn hair and green eyes. Freckles spattered her nose and her lips were full and red like virgin fruit. There were imps in her green-eyes, and her skirt was three-inches too short for any typist, say nothing of the firm, pointed fullness of her breasts that were expanding the front of her blouse unreasonably. He walked around the room, his prick jerking in his trouser-leg every time he looked at her.
Suddenly, right in the middle of her tempestuous typing, he'd said: "Would you like a drink ... ah, Lana, isn't it?"
She twisted her pretty head to look at him; she was smiling. "I'd love it," she said. "And yes, it's Lana, but call me whatever you like."
"How about Honey?"
"Oh ... I love that, Mr. Payne. And I'll call you, Baby."
His prick lurched. There wasn't any question; she could be had. He grinned at the back of her head. She was typing diligently. What a gem, he'd thought ... and why the hell not? Maybe she could take him! Fuck, she had the erotic hips for it! And Christ knows, if ever a man needed a woman, he did! He'd made her a drink and handed it to her...
Now, thinking about it, he remembered that she'd looked no younger than his wife, even though there had to have been at least fifteen-years difference in their ages. And then, it had struck him ... no wonder Heather looked so young, as did he, himself! They'd never dissipated themselves, even known what true lovemaking was! Maybe there was something in that ... maybe not. Anyway, Lana'd gladly accepted the drink, smiling up at him, reminding him of his own young Payne-Douglas girls and their initial passes before they backed off. The older, it seemed, told the younger that he was not to be had in his own company; he was, in the vernacular, a "square," and he was proud of it. He'd never made a play for his girls; it was bad business, so, they called him "Old Rusty."
Of course, Ethan, his makeshift partner did, but he didn't blame him. Ethan was a bachelor and entitled to whatever he could get. Handsome, forty, what more could a girl ask? Except ... he was a fraud and a goddamned embezzler! But that was another story...
"How soon do you want this out ... Baby?" Lana'd asked him, stopping long enough to tilt the drink to her full lips.
"No hurry, Honey," he'd said, moving up behind her to play with her below-the-shoulder length auburn locks while his cock danced inside his pant-leg. "As a matter-of-fact, it's almost six o'clock ... quitting time. Why don't we enjoy some cocktails and have dinner sent up ... then, we can either watch television ... or think of something else."
Lana laughed. "It sounds divine, Baby ... and, in the meantime, I'll try to think of some other diversion for us."
Russ kissed her. It was an upside down arrangement, him bending over her where she sat at the table, and she managing to adjust herself accordingly, slipping her tiny tongue into his mouth while he caressed her breasts from the strained position.
Later, after they'd eaten and were still more than a little drunk, she'd taken off her clothes and he'd damn near lost his load down his pant-leg ... she was that lovely...
Russ shook his head, as if to throw off the cobwebs of memory. He picked up a pencil and tossed it down again. No use; he couldn't work. Shit, as usual, his prick was lengthening ... just the thought of pussy did that ... just the memory of Lana ... But there were other things that needed his attention more ... he had to make some sort of change, or lose Heather entirely. It was in the books!
As far as the company was concerned, he didn't give a damn. Let Ethan keep up his till-dipping; it really made no goddamned difference to him. He certainly had enough. Poor Ethan ... The man had been born to enjoy luxury. Of course, he wasn't his partner, only a stand-in, and that simply because he and Reed Douglas hadn't had a contract. If it wasn't for Michele, he'd dump the whole thing right into Ethan's lap!
There was no doubt in his mind but what Ethan would lose it, but Michele was a shrewd young gal. The Douglas end of the firm was her inheritance and she was educated ... she just might take hold...
Maybe, she had some of her father in her. It was rather hard to visualize, knowing the wild type of young woman she was ... but just maybe. There was no hope for Payne-Douglas with Ethan at its helm. Ethan Douglas was worthless ... had moved into the picture as Michele's guardian after Reed and Sara's accidental deaths, when pretty little Michele was five years younger and he, Russ, had thought of himself as her protector. God, that had soon died! She'd made it known she was perfectly happy with her father's younger brother, and that he'd look after her interests. Maybe he had, but Russ couldn't see where. Michele was wild, and Ethan nothing more than a playboy ... although he liked the bastard. And then, Ethan started dipping into the till...
To hell with that! He jumped up, went to the bar and grasped the bottle, raising it to his lips. For a moment, he gasped, then straightened to pour more bourbon over ice. Shit, he was going to get drunk!
Maybe ... maybe, he'd even find a whore someplace ! Let Heather play her game! Goddamn ... he wished he had his little Lana ... he'd beg her to make love to him...
She had that night, hadn't she? Man, she sure had before he'd showed it to her ... and even tried after.. !
"Baby! Take everything off, not just your shirt! It's your prick I want to see!" she'd said, lying naked on the bed, her luscious, white soft thighs spread obscenely, her tight-lipped, reddish, hair-covered young cunt completely exposed in all of its loveliness before him. "Don't be bashful, Baby! Come on! Honey needs some lovin'! "
He had ... he'd kicked off his pants and shorts, unleashing his powerful organ and she'd just lain there staring at it, as if in disbelief.
"Oh ... oh ... holy God! Is it real!" she'd gasped, looking at it, then flashing her eyes up at his in amazement. "You're wearing something. . ? "
"No! That's it! You wanted it ... there it is!" Russ spat. "Now what? Going to whimper for me?"
"God ... God almighty! Honest, Baby ... I've never seen anything like that! It's frightening! I mean ... I've taken big men ... but ... but ... this is fantastic! I can't! Honest! I know ... I never could take that, B-B-Baby! I-It must be six or seven inches around! It'd tear me to pieces! God, I-I've never seen such a cock!"
"Kiss it! You hear me! Kiss it, now!" he snapped, moving over the edge of the bed toward her and holding the large blood-filled shaft in his hand near her face. "Kiss it and lick it! All the way down to my balls! Don't stop until I tell you to! Just keep licking and kissing.. ! "
She'd grabbed it then between both hands, holding it tightly. "Oh ... oh, Baby ... it's a beautiful thing ... I love it already ... but what can a girl do with it?"
He'd felt like some inhuman beast standing there spread-legged with his heavy rod of flesh poling out from his loins, its huge satiny head glistening moistly when she slid back the thick foreskin with both hands to reveal the almost angry purplish flesh, her eyes sparkling excitedly as she pressed her pretty mouth close to it, opened her lips and flicked her tiny pink tongue out to stab and lick at the tiny split at the tip where several drops of his lubricating fluid had oozed forth. The strong muscles of his stomach contracted at the erotic contact and he grunted drunkenly, a lusty chill of delight charging up his spine.
She moaned as if mesmerized, her small soft hands continuing to caress and stroke its swollen thick shaft, smoothing their way along until they reached his sperm-bloated balls to cup and cradle them warmly in their palms, while her lush red lips opened and she pressed her mouth over its pulsing knob in a warm, moist pressure that engulfed it just beyond the ridge of its coronal rim. Christ, he thought, her pretty little mouth and cheeks were as bloated as if she'd shoved an apple inside her face ... and then he felt her tongue working furiously in a swirling motion that immediately set his balls to churning inside.
She lay on her stomach, crossways of the bed, raised on her elbows with her hands gently milking at the softness of his testicles, her lovely lips stretched wide and almost white with his massive cock and she hummed and mewled with closed eyes as she sucked him, while he stood there, his legs beginning to tremble from the sensations she was raising in his loins and belly, his big hands tenderly caressing the top of her silken hair falling around her shoulders and back, its auburn beauty contrasting enticingly with the milky-white of her smooth flesh. He could see a portion of both her full, pink crested breasts jutting forward, their tiny nipples hard and distended like little marbles, and he stared at the hollow of her back where it narrowed into a slender, near-hand-span waist, then flared out in a rounded swell of young provocative hips and creamy-soft globular buttocks, the cleft separating them deep, dark and inviting. Her generous, satin-like white thighs were spread, with her legs bent back at the knees, alternately moving up and down in obvious pleasure, and he found himself further stimulated by the soft pink flesh of the wrinkled soles of her feet when she curled her toes in her unconcealed sensual delight.
Damn! He had to have more ... see her cunt and play with it ... lick and suck it! He eased his prick out of her mouth and she whimpered, grasping it again with both hands.
"Aren't I doing it all right, Baby?" she half-whined, staring up at him with imploring eyes. "Please ... in a minute I'll be able to take more of it ... it's so big and beautiful..."
"I want your pussy!" Russ choked, crawling upside onto the bed toward her feet while she continued to cling to his cock. He moved onto his back and lifted her by the hips into the sixty-nine position as if she were a child, until her naked cunt was directly over him. She spread her thighs wide open to him, placing her knees snug to his ribs, then pressed her open loins back over his face, a quivering moan of anticipation escaping her ... and then she was licking his hardened cock and fondling his balls again ... at last, mouthing it with a warm and moist sucking urgency that caused his rectum to tingle and clench together in time with her sucking.
His brain swam with the drunken lust that had seized complete control over him. Nothing or no one in the world mattered, only the building sensations in his belly and loins, and the delicious young creature who was obscenely straddling him upside down, sucking his cock eagerly while he stared in salacious lechery at the delectable vision up between her widespread thighs with its soft reddish pubic hair lining the fleshy lips of her moist pink slit. With his thumbs, he slowly parted the pubic hair and drew the tender fleshy flanges apart, feeling the shudder course through her as he exposed the dampened coral fissure to his greedy eyes, the sensitive raw flesh glistening with tiny pearl--likedroplets of female cum her passion had aroused. He raised his mouth to the warm pulsating vaginal lips and licked them with trembling tongue, licked and circled their edges, then laved through the hot, velvety flesh, his moisture mingling with her own as she moaned and sucked licentiously around his throbbing cock.
He could see nothing up through the arch of her open thighs but her full round breasts gently swinging, their hardened nipples brushing against his stomach, yet he could imagine her passion contorted face and the thickness of his shaft thrust between her sucking lips. Then, suddenly, her buttocks began to undulate sensuously for attention as she increased the twirling of her tongue around the moist, rubbery thickness of his huge cock's blood-inflated head.
He cupped his hands up over the full round cheeks of her young buttocks and drew her down to him, thrusting his tongue deep up into her warm moist vagina, causing a humming sound from her throat to vibrate against his prick in her tantalizingly sucking mouth, as she screwed her quivering cunt down onto his wildly spiraling tongue. He felt her lips begin to work up and down on his heavy rod in a lewd, jerking rhythm, his loins tensing and jerking as he realized that she was trying desperately to take more and more of it into her mouth. It's head throbbed and jumped with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue on every stroke, and he imagined the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the thick shaft as she sucked voraciously, her mind feverish with the salacity of the act. He felt her breasts jerk and dance against his naked belly from the short up and down motion of her pumping torso, and momentarily he envisioned Heather; it was her cunt his tongue was slithering in and out of, and the small hair-fringed elastic hole his mouth was glued to belonged to her ... she was sucking him the way she always sucked him ... because she couldn't take him any other way ... no woman could . . !
Abruptly, he stopped, lifted her off him and sat up. She still clung to his prick, looking back at him in surprise.
"Oh God, Baby ... why'd you stop?" she gasped. "It was beautiful. . . "
"I want to get fucked ... not sucked!" Russ exclaimed, his brain reeling drunkenly. He struggled up to his knees while she fell back, her eyes widening fearfully.
"Baby ... I can't ... I just can't take it there ... it's too big, Darling!" she said, shaking her head in growing apprehension. "It'd rip me...!"
"I'll give you five-hundred dollars!" Russ gasped. "I will ... let me fuck you ... five-hundred dollars, Honey..."
Lana stared at him; she could barely believe her ears. Five-hundred dollars! Christ, she'd fuck a bear for that kind of money! But that wasn't the point ... She turned her gaze again onto his horrendous prick. Good God, it was a magnificent spectacle, and she'd wanted it to blow its hot load in her mouth and throat, to swallow its thick tangy sperm deep into her belly ... It was all crazy! Usually, a John had to pay her plenty to suck him, but here was this tremendous hunk of male ready to part with ten-times her usual fee to take it between the legs ... Only damn ... could she? Well, she could certainly give it a go . . !
"A-All right, Baby ... I'll try," she said, licking at her lips as she slowly moved around in the bed and lay back on the pillow, spreading her soft white thighs wide apart, her moist pink cunt flowering lasciviously open before him. "But God, promise me you'll take it easy, and stop if I tell you to ... I mean, ... I want to, Baby ... I really want it.. ! "
He moved between her legs and raised himself on hands and knees. He'd hardly heard a word she'd said. His prick throbbed insanely and his balls ached in their need. He was stupidly drunk, so much so that he could barely distinguish her facial features.
"Take it and put it in!" he slurred gutturally. "Hurry! Nuzzle it in there!"
She did, grasping it with both hands, her slender fingers not long enough to completely encircle it. She held her breath and worked its satiny head up and down, splaying the flushed lips of the moist, sensitive flesh, finally placing the mushroomed tip at the dilated mouth of her small vagina. Again, she sucked in her breath...
"Oh God, Baby ... I don't know ... please, be gentle ... just a little bit at first...! "
Russ'd never heard her. He was staring at her but not listening. He gaped down at the sight of his huge cock poised at the gate of her tender young cuntal hole, her alluring crotch widespread before him, her thighs slightly drawn back, and from somewhere, a ray of light played in the cop-perish strands of her silken pubic-hair and reflected glisteningly against the pink, raw flesh of her cunt. A wild sensation of lust raced through him and he flexed his hips, lowering his strong body simultaneously, plunging the first three inches of his devastating shaft into her with a scraping, expanding, near-brutal force ... and she screamed!
"Ohhh! AAAuuuggghhhhhhhh! My God almighty! Stop! Stop! Damn you! Take it out ... out!" she screeched in squirming, head-rolling agony. "Please! Out! Ooohhhhh ... you've ripped me ... you've torn me, damn you...!"
She fought him like an inspired she-cat ... her nails ripping into the flesh of his chest and raking upward toward his face, her teeth clenched, her lovely body writhing and jerking in its attempt to spit his impaling prick from the wide-stretched hole between her legs.
He was drunk, but not so drunk as to be unaware of the shrilling intensity of her screams. He jerked out of her and fell back on his haunches. It was no goddamned use! No woman alive could take him ... not even for ten times five-hundred dollars. He looked down at her! she was crying, still tossing her head back and forth and whining into her hands.
He climbed off her and sat up on the edge of the bed. The room swam and he wiped at his eyes, while his prick began to deflate in a hopeless, almost woeful state of limpness. Suddenly, he was numb inside, his raging desire of a moment before as squelched as if he'd been keel-hauled in ice-water. He felt her move behind him, and then her hand was on his arm.
"B-Baby ... I'm sorry," she partially whispered, her voice quivering. "I ... I ... my God ... it hurt so ... I couldn't take it ... Please, Baby ... let me suck it for you...?"
"No! No ... get dressed and leave," he'd said, getting to his own feet and staggering toward his clothes. "I-I'll give you a hundred for your troubles..."
"But, Darling ... I want to...! "
"Out, I said! Dammit, get out!"
She had of course, never saying another word to him, not even looking at him nor thanking him when he'd given her the money, and he'd never seen her again ... She'd been the last of his whore escapades; something had happened to him that night to drain zealous Satyriasis from his loins ... perhaps it'd been the look of shocked horror on her pretty face when he'd lunged into her ... but there the quest ended; the woman didn't exist who could take him ... and God knows, he didn't want to kill some poor young girl....
He sat now, staring out toward the Pacific, watching the sun getting ready to set. He wished to Christ he hadn't drank the liquor; it never helped ... only stimulated him. His massive rod was like a sash-weight in his pant-leg. Damn! Damn! Damn! Where was his Heather right at that miserable moment ... ?
CHAPTER 2
Dan Reynolds was not a drinker, a rarity that Heather thought remarkably unusual for a traveling man. He had ordered plain ginger ale to her second Old Fashioned, and while she was beginning to enjoy a gentle, golden mellowness, it occurred to her that he seemed as buoyantly elevated as was she, in fact, there was a rakish gleam to his discerning gray eyes that both alarmed and excited her ... although she couldn't imagine why she should be apprehensive ... wasn't that the purpose of the whole trip ... a very much needed affair with the right man if she could find him? And she had; she felt quite certain of that. Dan Reynolds was young and handsome, a perfect gentleman so far, as Sally had said; God, yes, he appealed to her in every way ... but what was next?
She'd forced thoughts of Russell from her mind; the drinks helped, which was why she'd downed the first one quickly and ordered the second, while Dan Reynolds went off to the men's room. Quickly, in his absence, she reviewed the situation.
He'd surprised her with his honesty, telling her right away that he was happily married five years and had two sons, then showing her their pictures. His wife was an attractive blonde girl in her early twenties and his boys the image of him. He seemed very proud, admitting his love for them and hinting at the marvelous sexual harmony and understanding he enjoyed with his wife. They practiced the new concepts in their marriage, he'd told her, putting down all of the old and the prudish, believing wholeheartedly in the extra curricular affair or neighborly swap as the needed spice to make their own marriage more exciting.
Heather had listened with near-flushed cheeks, sensually aroused by his frank disclosures of their intimate married life, knowing that such things really did go on among intelligent couples everywhere, but the mere thought of Russell and herself doing such a thing sent a little wave of repulsion through her. The idea of her Russ making love ... or trying to with another woman seemed nauseously intolerable; she could never endure the heartbreaking shame ... But, of course, there was no need for worry in that respect; her Russell wasn't about to have any affairs ... not with his affliction. No woman living could take him ... which was why she was here right now, wasn't it ... ?
Oh Darling, I love you so much! I do, I do! But I'm a woman ... a warm-blooded, sensual woman . . ! Oh God, Darling forgive me . . !
Dan Reynold's reappearance, crossing the dimly lighted room toward her, interrupted her thoughts. Lord, he was handsome, gigoloish in a way, the sight of his half-smile causing tiny little tingles to ferment inside her. She knew she should feel cheap and tawdry, but she didn't.
"I ordered you another ginger-ale," she said with a smile, paying particular attention to the now, near-lustful gleam in his dilated eyes.
"Thanks," he said, easing into the chair across from her. He grinned. "That surprises you, doesn't it ... the ginger-ale, I mean?"
"Well ... frankly, yes. I thought all traveling men were inbred drinkers," Heather replied, sipping from her own glass. "But you've changed my mind..."
"Oh, don't get the wrong impression, Heather," he said. "It's just that I don't like those morning-after hangovers. I turn-on, but like every thing else, not the conventional way ... like right now, Baby ... I'm as high as you are ... Grass ... ever tried it?"
Heather stared at him, sensing the little furrows suddenly lining her forehead. That was it ... what he'd been doing! He'd gone to the men's room to smoke marijuana! He was doped . . !
"Oh man, I can see by that look in your eye that you're ready to put me down," he said, shaking his head sadly. "And that really isn't fair, is it, Miss Garnett?"
"Marijuana ... grass as you call it, is against the law, Mr. Reynolds. Liquor isn't," Heather said, stating a fact, but not angrily. She was more disappointed than anything; certainly, nothing could come from their relationship now could it? Not with her knowing this.
"Many things are opposite the law, Honey," he answered her calmly. "But that doesn't make them bad. The drinking of booze was once an offense, like gambling, prostitution ... or just mere adultery."
Heather's dark eyes centered on him quickly. She'd sensed a particular meaning in his last words. He was still throwing that disarming smile at her, but abruptly, she realized that she wasn't fooling him at all. They were playing a game according to the rules of convention: the introduction, cocktails, dinner, perhaps dancing, and then ... his room or yours, Heather? She swallowed tightly.
"I-I've never tried it," she said, her gaze level with his. "That doesn't make me much of a judge, does it?"
He smiled. "No," he said. "But now, you surprise me, Heather. A lovely woman traveler ... never having tried pot in this day and age . . ? "
Heather returned his smile, her brain racing rapidly. She wanted to maintain this identity ... had to think of Russell. She said: "Perhaps, it's time I did, Mr. Reynolds."
She watched the glint sparkle and dance in his gray eyes. "Perhaps, it is," he said, huskily. "W-Why don't we go up to my room for some privacy? Later ... if we don't feel like going out, we'll have dinner sent up. Just enjoy a relaxing, fellow-salesman evening together. Would ... would you like that?
Heather felt as if she might burst inside. Her belly was alive with fantastic sensations of excitement, and now her loins had begun to titillate galvanically. She realized that it was all wrong, that she should feel ashamed and degraded for even listening to his proposal, but she didn't ... nor could she think of anything else but the tremendous need eating at her, the unfulfilled desire permeating her loins now as it had for near-twenty years! Dear God, she had to ... had to!
"Yes, Dan ... I think I'd like that very much," she heard herself say, and then his strong big hand slipped across the table and covered hers warmly.
* * *
Outside of his hotel-room door, last second misgivings had caused Heather to hesitate. It was wrong ... completely and totally wrong! Russ tried to break out of the sealed recess in her brain where she'd imprisoned him, and might have had not her handsome young escort handled it so gallantly. He guided her with his hand gently but firmly attached to her elbow, perhaps sensing her repressed anxiety, and suddenly they were inside while he continued with a suave flow of light conversation that she let conciliate her.
Momentarily, he left the door open behind them, setting her further at ease as he walked her to one of the two comfortable overstuffed chairs that were partially facing one another. Slowly, she lowered herself into one, gracefully manipulating her shapely, nylon-covered legs beneath the tiny skirt to an angle of delicate propriety, but hardly eliminating their enticing loveliness from his view. At the moment, she almost wished that she could; it was wrong ... wrong! But she couldn't seem to help herself.. !
Suddenly, he bent down over her, placing his hands on the arms of the chair, smiling tolerantly, his eyes searching hers. "There's nothing to be frightened of, you know. Contrary to what you hear, a little pot won't turn you into a mad-dog..."
He continued to smile; of course, he was avoiding the real issue ... pretending her uneasiness was caused by the thought of smoking the weed rather than by the actual reason for their being there, and she appreciated that. He was more than just a gentleman; he was a very thoughtful and smooth amorist ... if that was the word she wanted...
"I-I'm not much of an adventuress," she replied levelly, her dark eyes fixed on his while minute prickling sensations rippled through her belly. "First times always frighten me."
"Then ... we'll take it nice and slow," he half-whispered, easing forward and gently brushing his lips against her receptive mouth. Then, he straightened, casually walking back to close the door while he' talked of unrelated things in his pleasant manner. She hardly heard him, yet seemed to come up with appropriate answers and in an even-toned voice that surprised her. God, the anticipation was becoming almost unbearable; her mind was reaching a state of utter confusion ... of frustrated want and need at war with the thought-forces of the husband she truly loved ... Dear Lord! She knew she should jump up and run out of there ... but she didn't ... and then, he was handing her a little brown-papered cigarette...!
He sat on the edge of the chair across from her and held out a lighter. "This is really hash ... the finest you can lay hands on in this country ... Just take it gently at first ... that's it ... now hold it in your lungs ... fine..."
Heather decided that it had a strange but not unpleasant taste to her. She took more the second time, inhaling deeper and holding it longer. After several more, she hardly noticed it going down; the next one she held as long as she could. Almost immediately, she felt that her vision was affected. Dan Reynolds seemed a great distance away from her, his smile far off, his voice even farther.
"How do you feel, Baby?" he asked her. "Wow ... as if I were flying ... or ... or maybe just smooth and soft ... like velvet," Heather said, laughing a little and quite astonished at the overall sensation of laxity that had seemed to engulf her. "So ... so relaxed ... I've never felt so relaxed..."
He waited for a few moments until she'd taken several more drags, enjoying their effects, while his eyes roamed over her. Christ, she was a delectable charmer, he reflected, his sight engorged lustily with the soft fullness of her rounded thighs that the tiny skirt could only enhance provocatively. She had already lost a large measure of her earlier modesty, letting her thighs fall slightly open, the darkened area between and beyond intriguing him licentiously, Damn, she was more than a charmer ... she was a real voluptuous little bitch, with an exotic face to match those breathtaking tits and hips ... and whatever in hell else she was, she lacked the coarseness of a traveling sales gal; nor was she a whore ... Probably a frustrated little wife ... of indeterminable age, too ... maybe twenty-eight or nine ... lovely ... absolutely lovely ... Fuck, his prick was already lengthening inside his pants at the mere thought of getting her naked . . !
Before her, Dan Reynolds seemed to float to his feet; she watched him languidly, yet certain that she was fully aware of everything taking place around her ... and then, he was holding out his hands to her. She stared up into his handsome face and sensed the familiar tremors beginning to race through her belly. He took her hands into his own and raised her gently until she was standing. Suddenly, the blood seemed to pound in her veins! It was wrong ... wrong! She knew she shouldn't be there! His face moved toward hers while his arms encircled her ... and then, he kissed her and subconsciously her lips opened, drawing him into her, pulling his tongue salaciously into her mouth.
Her hands closed on his face and she moaned throatily as she clung tightly to him, while her full breasts dug into his chest and she felt his hands smoothing down her back to cup her lush ovaled buttocks, pulling her tightly against his pelvis. She felt the bulge of his slowly hardening penis there, growing and pressuring into her soft abdomen. If she hadn't been lost before, she was from that moment on! The urgency in her loins had increased a hundred-fold; she couldn't stop now! She maneuvered him around as her tongue swirled wantonly into his mouth, and firmly she pressed him backwards to the bed and down onto it, coming over on top of him along his muscular young frame. Briefly, a fleeting thought of Russell tried to free itself from its cell and flitter through her excited brain, but she caught it in time and banished it. Nothing else mattered now but this desire-fulfilling man beneath her. She lay upon him wriggling her hips meaningfully, kissing him with hunger, teasing her moist little tongue in his mouth and closed eyes while she moaned incessantly.
Christ, Dan Reynolds thought, what'd he latched onto? Was she a goddamned nympho? Or had the pot done it? Fuck, what the hell difference? She was really turned-on! He smoothed his hands over her back, returning them to her already quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her tiny skirt. He brought them up to her slender waist caressingly, amazed at its narrowness. Then, he whispered:
"You want to fuck don't you? You love to fuck...!"
"Oh God...!" Heather gasped, his use of the unexpected lewd word that only Russ had sometimes whispered to her in their most intimate moments, like an invigorating elixir to her increasing passion.
"Don't you, Baby? Fuck and suck?"
"Oh, Dan ... yes ... yes...! " she gasped throatily. "To ... to fuck! That's what I want ... please, Darling . . ?
"And suck?"
"No ... not that ... Just do it to me, Dan darling! F-Fuck ... I need it so bad...!" she pleaded, hardly knowing what she was saying, spreading her legs inside her skirt as far as she could go that she could rub her tingling loins against the ever growing rod of flesh beneath his pants. "Don't make me wait ... please ... please?"
Reynolds couldn't believe it. His head swam with the anticipated delights to come. Shit, he'd had his share of wild broads ... his own Maggie was hot-box enough, or Jim Creed's wife, Ginny, next-door, but in all honesty the beauty of this en-rapturous doll overshadowed all of them; she was the prize of the heap, and just the word "fuck" had set her to trembling frantically on top of him. He felt the hollowed curve of her thigh-junction rocking furiously against the bulge of his swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her ass-cheeks, pushing the material into the delightful buttocks-separated cleft, and almost uncontrollably she wriggled her ass and gyrated it, making the two perfect mounds move erotically beneath his hands.
"Oh ... oh, Dan ... I shouldn't ... " she whimpered. "My God ... I shouldn't do this! You understand? I-It's wrong!"
Reynolds smiled inwardly to himself. That was all the proof he needed. She was married, all right, and having those last minute scruples. She was saying no and meaning yes, hoping he would respond with something to alleviate her guilt complex. Well, fuck her guilt complex! He'd had to learn the hard way himself, and this was going to be like a balm to a superficially healed sore. Maggie had forced it down his throat by fucking
Jim Creed for months before he'd ever realized what was going on, and he'd climbed on the bandwagon to save his marriage for the kid's sake, but it hadn't been long before the swing of things had reached his libido and destroyed his jealousy ... Ginny Creed was one hell of a salve ... and the cream from his cock was going to be this doll's only sympathy as far as he was concerned...
Her mouth had fastened on his neck like a leech and she was trying to get her skirt up. He caught her hand and held it, then with the other, unzipped the long fastener at the back of her dress. She didn't struggle as he skillfully undressed her, rolling her off him to one side and slipping the dress over her head with little concern for her exotic hairdo. He unfastened her bra while she removed the sash of a half-slip, leaving only her panty-hose with sheer briefs beneath. Then, he lifted her torso up over him, breathless at the taut magnificence of her breasts and smooth flesh; he opened his mouth and sucked in a tiny, ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing it and the hardened areola surrounding the enticing cap of the heavy, yet firm and pointed one of satiny loveliness.
Heather moaned aloud as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her breathe quickly and excitedly through her nostrils, rubbing her pubic-mound more fervently on his throbbing prick, letting a leg fall limply on either side of him.
"Oh, Lover ... Lover, yes!" she gasped. "Suck it ... suck my breast ... yes...! Oh God, bite it, Darling! Bite my ... my tits!"
But he couldn't breathe that well with the smothering pressure of the soft, perfumed mounds of flesh covering his face, and he lowered her on top of him again, pushing the waist-band of her panty-hose and briefs down over her full rounded hips and buttocks.
He stroked her naked, exposed ass-cheeks beneath his searching hands, until she rolled beside him and he helped her slip the sheer garments down the full white columns of her thighs, finally kicking them off and climbing up over him once more where he could explore the intriguing crevice between the smooth fleshy globes of her bottom, spreading them apart and tenderly fingering the tight puckered hole of her anus. She choked and groaned passionately into his face. Her tongue sprouted from her mouth and he licked at it with his own as he slid his hand down over the soft velvety moons of flesh and let them cup the provocative overhang of silk-like loveliness, one venturing through the downish nest of hair until it came to the moist slit between her legs; he parted the pubic hair and opened it delicately with his finger-tips, then slowly inserted a middle-finger.
"Oh, Oh! Yes! My God, Darling ... yes ... it's beautiful!" she moaned erotically, spreading her legs wide to make it easier for him to reach and taunt her clitoris. He did, and she knew the sensitive bud was firmly erect under his finger-tips.
"Heaven, Baby? Is it?" he rasped into her ear. "Tell me ... is it?"
"Stop?" he blurted. "I've just started! I may even eat your cunt away ... all the way up to those delicious tits, then have them for dessert!"
"M-My Lover ... We shouldn't! You know we shouldn't!" she whimpered, his words, especially the lewd ones, setting off wild and prurient jolts of salacious delight to taunt every nerve-end of her luscious body.
"Fuck, you say!" he spat, rolling her away from him again and bolting from the bed. He stared down at her unbelievable beauty lying naked and open before him as he tore away his clothes. Her round, full white thighs were spread apart and the black silken down covering the fleshy mound and flushed lips of her tight pink cunt reminded him of a virginal girl he had once known in high school. He couldn't remember ever seeing more firm, erect, full breasts on any girl, and the increasing throb in his aching cock let him know that there was no way on God's earth that she could prevent him from fucking her half to death now.
Heather felt as if she might be riding a magic carpet; nothing seemed real ... actual. She kept her eyes closed, then felt his weight on the bed moving between her legs.
"Now, Pet!" he said suddenly. "Open those enchanting peepers and see what I've got for you!"
She did ... slowly ... hopefully, and saw him kneeling erect there, naked now, beautifully lean and tanned, a smile on his handsome face, however lewd; her eyes trailed quickly down his flat, muscular torso to the thick, hard penis standing out from his hairy pelvis. She raised to her elbows, her eyes widening respectfully, but not fearfully, while his proud, if, somewhat lascivious grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the sizeable uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the lust-inflated head, causing his balls to sway gently between his strong young thighs.
"Oh ... Lover!" she choked, the words hardly a sound in her throat, but making her breasts ripple before him as she gazed with delight upon the acceptable shaft and mentally compared it to Russell's...
"You figured it would be something more kid-dish, Darling?" he teased, convinced that he'd shocked her, smiling as he lowered himself between her voluptuous thighs, his handsome face mere inches above her excited loins. He gazed up at her between her lovely breasts. "This will only take a few minutes, Baby ... Sort of a pre-requisite of mine ... especially with such a beautiful and tender little cunt. . . "
Heather felt her breath catch in her throat. Russ had done it to her down there with his mouth, but no other man ... ever! She thought about stopping him, or trying to ... but abruptly, with gentle and adroit hands, she felt his flattened palms placed strategically against the soft warm flesh of her quivering inner thighs, applying thumb-pressure to her cunt lips, slowly parting the curls of her pubic hair and spreading them open to him ... and the cool air brushed against her moist, sensitive flesh inside...
Lustfully, Dan Reynolds riveted his eyes on the delicious, glistening coral fissure he had tenderly laid open to him within the enframing, silken black-hair so sparsely covering the edges of her flushed vaginal lips. Several tiny viscid dewdrops moistened the dainty pink tongue-like petals that peeked out at him, while the erect little bud at their apex seemed to palpitate vibrantly.
Heather felt the hot wisps of his breathing graze the sensitive, secret flesh down between her legs and she made an impassioned groan as suddenly she felt his long hot tongue lick hotly up through her exposed cuntal lit, its moisture blending with her own; uncontrollably, she slipped down toward him on the bed, moaning and pulling with her hands the sides of his head tightly into her lustfully hungering cunt. Lord! Lord! It was sheer ecstasy!
He licked and sucked, fastening his lips around her clitoris while she began to writhe and squirm her hips in ungovernable and wanton undulating movements. Her entire cunt was suddenly flowering open to him and there was a perfumed female moisture on his tongue. She smelled of pleasing aromatic soap, and the satiny skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle, ever-moving embrace was like soft, sweet-scented velvet. It was even more exhilarating than he'd anticipated!
He felt her delicate hands on his head caressingly, suddenly realizing how badly he'd wanted her ... needed her ... a beautiful woman of quality to help restore his own ego in the degrading wake of his sluttish wife, the Ginnys and the hustling Sallys ... Then, she was trying to pull him up over her. She stretched her neck, pressing her head back, lying there with eyes tightly closed, her mouth open. Momentarily, he feared she'd fainted and he kissed her, feeling her lips responding with a sucking action at his, her little tongue spiriting into his mouth wildly as if she were trying to taste the essence of herself there. She moaned feverishly and he raised himself so that he could run his hands over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, up and down over her rich delicious nakedness, her own trembling hands arousing an acknowledgement of panting and quivering delight from her. She continued to suck his tongue and nibble at his lips, until finally, she gasped:
"Oohhhh ... we shouldn't ... we shouldn't ... Oh God...!"
He nuzzled his face into her soft neck and kissed her there while she ran her fingers through his hair, then clutched him to her possessively.
"But you want me to, don't you?" he questioned hotly, knowing that he was going to even if he had to rape her now, but wanting to hear her desire-filled affirmation from her own lips. His ego needed that! And as he questioned and waited, he shifted his hips until the length of his hard, throbbing shaft was pressed snugly between the moist spread lips of her cunt, its smooth rubbery head caught in the soft cleft of her contracting buttocks, and he ground tantalizingly against her.
"Oh ... oh Darling. . ! Yes, yes! Lover! Do it now!" she choked.
"Do what, Baby? What? Say it!"
"Yes, yes ... fuck me, Dan lover! Oh ... please fuck me, my love?" she whispered hotly.
Reynolds felt her raise her legs suddenly and reach down around under her thighs. Again, her eyes were tightly closed and wild sensations raced through him as her small, searching hand grasped his hardened prick. He sensed her breath catching in her throat as his foreskin slid back and she gently guided the smooth, rubbery head to the moist, hair fringed mouth of her vagina, until he could feel the damp fleshy warmth nibbling hungrily like another mouth at the swollen, pulsating tip.
Dear God, Heather realized tremulously, it'd been years ... actually years since anything larger than a finger had penetrated the sanctuary of her near-virginal channel! Could she take it. . ? Oh dear God ... she wanted it so badly . . !
And unintentionally her want was answered! Reynolds plunged into her, driving his cock with a force he seemed unable to control, the warm, moist, velvety sleeve of her cuntal flesh gripping his shaft in a smooth resistance that caused him to grunt loudly, while she whimpered with the unexpected shock.
"Auuggghhhhh! Oooohhhhhhhh ... God ... Ohhh God!" Heather groaned as he immediately began to fill her with quick, long thrusts into her unprepared, if, needing vagina ... unrhythmic thrusts which slowed and lengthened, stuffing her tight, yielding cunt to greater and greater depths, until at last she felt its smooth spongy tip stab at her cervix and his balls slap hard into the soft sensitive crevice between the widespread cheeks of her upraised buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her breathless ... somewhere between purgatory and heaven, she thought wildly!
At first, from her wailing groans, Reynolds feared that he'd hurt her, then he felt her begin to writhe and buck beneath him aggressively and he knew different. Her cunt initiated a voracious muscular squeezing along the full length of his plunging rod, her hard little nipples burrowing into his chest, her warm belly pressuring upward against him while her thighs clamped and released at his hips as she worked up and down, establishing the tempo of their fucking.
"Oh, Dan ... darling, darling," she murmured as his aching cock soared up into her while her head began to toss from side to side. He saw the tiny teeth marks appear on her lips where she'd bit them, then she was sucking and nibbling at his tongue again and forcing her own between his lips, gasping warm, sweet breath into his throat.
He could see the thin film of sweat forming on her forehead beneath her now ruined coiffeur, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of abandon beginning to gurgle from deep in her throat against his lips. Christ, he thought, he could blow his mind over a girl like this! She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman! Then, he remembered his own wife, Maggie ... The bitch! The slut-assed pig! Fuck, how he hated her!
Heather cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt, unexpected pain as he wedged his hands beneath the soft round spheres of her ass-cheeks and pulled her naked loins up tighter to him, fucking into her helpless body with a new unleashed brutalness. The vicious smacking of his heavy balls against her anus and the smooth dampening crevice between her buttocks echoed lewdly throughout the room.
He hardly heard her throaty animal-like plea and ignoringly plunged harder and deeper, screwing his pelvis tighter into her soft loins, grinding the squirming, flaccid flesh unmercifully. Then, surprisingly, she began to arch her hips up at him, meeting his sadistic lunges with sudden up-thrusts of her own, her eyes glazed passionately as she raised them both inches off the bed in cadence with her incessant moans beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his waist, working up and down in an obscene rhythm she could no longer seem to control.
Furiously, he hammered into her, hauling her tighter and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs, causing the moist, clasping hole of her cunt to blossom open even further in reception to his pistoning cock tunneling ever deeper inside her.
Heather tossed her head in drugged, if, delighted, unequivocal bliss, the momentary twinges of pain she had known quickly giving way to the ecstasy he was bringing her passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his beautiful, thick impaling prick quivering and twitching spasmodically in wanton profligacy, her tongue slithering in and out of his sucking mouth in an oral fucking similarity, while velvety sounds of uncontrolled passion and lust gurgled wildly in her throat.
There had never been anything like this! Never, never, never! It was beyond the bounds of ecstasy! God, forgive her ... Russell, forgive her! She was lost ... damned! Choked with lust!
"Oh ... oh, harder, Darling! Harder! Do something ... something ... ooohhhh! P-Put your finger ... in my ass!" she hissed, her voice suddenly coarse with an overwhelming, salacious appetite that had to be satisfied. "Hurry ... do it! Put it in!"
Reynolds gaped down at her in utter astonishment. He couldn't believe his ears! She was fucking him like some insane bitch gone wild ... like Maggie or Ginny Creed! Her lovely face was twisted in a vile, licentious mask of lurid desire. Momentarily, it frightened as well as shocked him, but by the same token it fired his own libido frenziedly. He groped over the taut stretched flesh of her buttocks to find her unconcealed anus, the tiny, smooth naked hole raised and hot as it worked of itself in time with her tensing and relaxing.
He dug at it with a finger and it yielded, his finger like a small prick moving into the soft, warm depths of sucking flesh, raising new laboring breaths of painful joy from her panting lips.
"Oh ... oh, Lover!" she exclaimed with a throaty hiss. "Ooohhhh ... it's like another cock fucking me there, a beautiful, slender cock ... ooohhh ... Another, Darling! Shove another finger into me!"
Entranced, Reynold's brain wheeled. It was the pot ... the fucking pot had tipped her over! She was flipping like some back-alley pig! Her unexpected obscene demands had set his throbbing balls to aching as did his prick with the mounting pressure that had begun to build lustfully within his swollen balls. Excitedly, he jammed a second finger into the tight-rimmed hole of her ass, feeling the fleshy resistance slowly give way as she screwed her anus back onto them, then he began to thrust and rotate them inside the velvety hot depths while she squirmed obscenely to his dual impalement of her feverish genitals.
Her legs on both sides of his unnatural intrusion into her widely stretched passages were jerking and spasming in lewd depravity, their warm and soft white strength clamping him tight, then releasing him as she pulled her knees back against the tips of her swollen breasts, waggling and thrusting her twin-fucked loins and buttocks up at him in sadomasochistic splendor, whimpering and gasping unceasingly.
Luridly, Heather sucked his tongue as if it were a third prick thrust half-down her throat, screwing her ass back onto his fingers lewdly, her legs raised in seemingly unquenchable lust to receive his thundering cock. She whined to herself in her never-before equaled enchantment, overjoyed with the thought that she was hopelessly impaled on his marvelous, rock-hard prick fucking into her cunt and his fingers plunged tightly up into her wildly clenching rectum ... And briefly, she let Russell from his cell ... Oh God, why couldn't it be you, my love, my sweet! I love you so! You must believe me! I do ... I do...!
Dan Reynolds had gone beyond the point of controlling his climax. He'd forced it back a half-dozen times, but he knew he could never do it again! He'd collapse if he didn't cum soon! He stared downward at where his lead-hard cock was slamming rhythmically in and out of her cannibalistic vagina, and concentrated on the feel of the soft, hair-lined folds of raw flesh clasping and clinging to his furiously rampaging rod, thrusting with jackhammer force into her. She ... she'd done a complete change on him; he wouldn't have believed it in Christ's world! The bitch! Maybe she was a whore ... one of those suburbia, frustrated wife-whores! Whatever, it didn't matter any longer. He had to cum! Had to . . ! He'd make one last attempt...!
He tried to step up the pace and deepen his lunges as she writhed wantonly in under him, grinding up and down his shaft with unbelievable fury, her long beautifully tapered legs ever-jerking, her toes curled as she drew her soft, ivory-white thighs back higher, while the muscle-controlled, silken flesh of her cunt began to milk the life from his prick. He pounded, pounded, pounded, in one last desperate effort, yanking his fingers from her ass-hole with a moist, hissing sound, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard until her head was enframed with them, bringing the plain of her naked cunt higher and wider-open to his almost inhuman battering of her widely exposed pussy.
"Ooohhhhh ... oooohhhhhh ... that's it, Darling! That's it!" Heather cried, her mouth slack, her eyes rolling insanely in her head. "Don't stop! My God, don't stop, Darling!" she gasped, her lovely face bearing but the slightest resemblance to the girl he had brought there, her wild passion warping her features in a sensuously depraved mask of sexual lust. "Oooohhhh ... don't stop, Darling ... No! Harder! Do it harder! Fuck me, Lover ... my Russ, darling ... fuck me!"
Reynolds own senses were a swirling mass of confused and peaked passion. He hardly heard her ... but he thought she'd called him by some other name ... It didn't matter! He was almost there anyway! He couldn't hold back! His aching, screaming prick was going to shatter into a billion slivers any minute! His balls would explode like an over-inflated balloon, splattering the walls of the room . . ! He wanted to wail as he ground hard and deep in his effort to penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her belly . . ! He watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling ... even saw their tiny nipples expand as she tossed her head madly from side to side ... but he couldn't hold it any longer! It was cumming ... like a gusher of oil once unleashed from the bowels of the earth ... and there was no capping it!
An odd expression contorted Heather's lovely face. She felt the jerking and expanding of his husky prick! He was going to . . ! Going to ... before she was ready! My God! She'd die! Die!
"No! No! Dear God, no! Don't cum yet! Please, Darling ... please? Just a little longer. . ? " she begged, jamming her nibbling vagina tightly up against the thundering, pulsating rod of flesh as if that would stop him. "Oh my God! Don't desert me now, Lover...?"
He wanted to hold back for her ... tried, but it was too late! The hot stream had already begun to charge forth the length of his prick, his throbbing balls pumping sporadically like some well-tooled mechanism extracting juice from the bowels of the earth. He ... she, both felt it spurt into her ... he from the tip of his exploding cock ... she, as the blood-inflated head expanded and contracted, squirting his thick, hot sperm like a jet of scalding cream against the walls of her desperately clasping vagina!
She screamed again and again: "No! No! My God, No!"
But Dan Reynolds was too many plains above her. He heard her cries and knew he could do nothing ... sensing his hot, thick semen racing the length of his cock in stimulating ecstasy, wracking his muscular frame as it spurted from the end of his rod far, far up into her soft, quivering belly. It jerked and spewed in unending delight inside her, while she ground her delicious crotch insanely up against its buried depths, stimulating rather than stopping it!
And then, it was done!
Heather moaned unashamedly as he drew the slowly deflating rod of flesh out of her now flooded cunt. He fell back onto his haunches, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slack. He watched her reach down and hungrily and unashamedly caress the upper part of her flowered vaginal slit, taunting her own clitoris as the milky-white liquid of his sperm began to seep from the lips of her cunt.
"Damn you!" she spat suddenly. "Goddamn you! You're not a man ... you ... you're just a boy!"
"L-Listen ... I'm sorry, Baby ... Honest, I'm sorry!" he blurted, truly ashamed of himself.
"I was looking for a man and I got a boy ... a child!" Heather spat at him, swinging from the bed and grabbing up her clothes. "I was a fool! My man is home ... waiting for me ... You hear? A fool!"
"Goddamnit! Listen to me!" Dan Reynolds spluttered. "Wait an hour or so and I'll show you...! "
Heather sneered at him, fastening her bra behind her, her briefs and panty-hose already covering the lower portion of her exquisite body. He knew he was losing a rare, rare gem. But what could he do? He'd blown it! Really blown it!
"I've learned a lesson, if nothing else," she hissed softly, never pausing with her dressing, "I've learned what it means to have a husband like mine!"
"You weren't married, remember ... Miss Garnett?"
"Fuck you!" Heather spat bitterly. "Your type of woman is downstairs in the bar. The Sallys ... they're your kind, Mr. Reynolds ... the pretenders! That's what you have to own ... a pretender! Is that what your wife is?"
"You bitch!" he spat at her, but she turned away, dressed now, and went to the mirror. With deft hands, she replaced her hair enough to get to her room. It really didn't matter, she thought. In less than ten minutes she'd be checking out.
She would call Russell first. Perhaps, he was still waiting up, but even if he wasn't, he'd get up for her. God in heaven ... she'd rather suck his magnificent prick than stay with this egotistical fraud another minute. At least, her Russell would bring her satisfaction with his tongue ... and maybe ... oh God! If only she had the courage to someday try and endure it.. !
CHAPTER 3
No one had to tell him; Ethan Douglas was well aware that he was just several shades short of being stoned. It was six o'clock in the evening and he'd been drinking martinis since three, trying to work up enough courage to tell her the truth. Per usual, his dissenting, cross-grained niece and ward had whiled away the afternoon, in fact, the whole damned day, sunning herself by the pool in a half of bikini ... which was somewhat of an improvement; generally, she wore nothing, but today several of her ugly and worthless male companions had been in attendance and somehow she must have rediscovered an inbred shade of decency.
Now, she sat curled in a chair across from him wearing both pieces of sheer, yellowish material, tiny wisps of cloth strategically placed, more to provoke rather than cover, he thought, half-lecherously. Her long, shapely legs were drawn up so that her feet rested on the cushion of the chair and he could see plainly the swell of her young sensuous genital mound beneath the taut and narrow strip clinging snugly to her crotch between her full and rounded tanned thighs and partially exposed buttocks. It occurred to him then that she must have to depilate a portion of her pubic-hair, or else it'd be visible there, for she had enough of it, he knew, having seen her running around the house and pool naked more times than he cared to remember....
Suddenly, she moved in the chair with an angry jerk, slamming her feet to the floor and leaning forward until all but the dark nippled tips of her lush young breasts were completely exposed to him. Her long, chestnut, straight hair fell forward, partially covering the satiny hillocks, her large hazel-eyes glaring from her ovaled, alluring face, her generous, if, brazen mouth, drawn tightly.
"Y-You mean ... just like that, I'm broke?" Michele Douglas snapped at her rugged-faced uncle with the red-rimmed eyes and heavy shock of greying hair. He was more smashed than usual for this time of day, she realized, but she didn't intend to let up on him until she'd dragged the truth out of him. He'd brought it up himself, slurring numbly that he had something important to discuss with her, so she'd gotten rid of the gang and came into the study to find him this way ... three-quarters potted and half-blubbering in his martini.
"I-I've blown it, Chickie!" he'd snorted, shaking his head and staring at the near-straight gin he was drinking from a water glass. "I've finally popped the cork..." He raised his glazed eyes to her. "Look ... I didn't mean to, you understand? Christ, I intended to pay it all back ... Maybe it got away from me a little ... but I'd paid it all back, Chickie! I would've ... only now it's too late ... I think Old Rusty's called in auditors...!"
"Wh-what? What the devil are you talking about, Uncle Ethan?" Michele questioned, trying to read something from the drunken expression on his still handsome face. She dropped her lithe body into a chair across from him, drawing her legs up in front of her characteristically.
"Auditors! I'm sure the bastard's brought in auditors to go over the books!"
"So?"
"So...? So I'm a goddamned dead pigeon ... that's so!" he shot at her.
Michele let his words register slowly. She stared at his sniveling, drunken expression, not daring to believe what she realized now had to be true.
"Y-You mean ... you've been dipping into company money?" she asked in a near-whisper. "Is-is that it. . ? "
Seconds passed ... finally, he nodded in the manner of a shamefaced little boy caught with his hand in the cookie-jar.
"Oh Christ!" she hissed bitterly. "How much...?"
"W-What?"
"How much, dammit? How much have you taken?"
"Too much to cover..."
"How much?"
"Th-Thirty seven grand ... or so . . , " he replied, not looking at her.
"Thirty seven grand . . ! Oh, God almighty!" she exclaimed, still unable to comprehend the full picture.
The Douglas half of Payne-Douglas was her inheritance from her dead father, a legacy she would come into in two-years at twenty-one. Uncle Ethan, her father's younger brother, had been her guardian the past five years, ever since the accident, certainly not a strict one, but exactly what she wanted. He'd been too concerned with his own playboy philandering 'to bother with what she might be doing, which had made the perfect setup, but it'd never dawned on her that he might be any less than honest ... and now, suddenly, this...!
"What're are going to do?" she put to him abruptly.
"Do?"
"Yes, do, for Christ's sake!" she snapped sharply. "We can't just sit here and let Russ Payne find you out for the ... the damnable thief that you are!" She shook her head and brushed her long hair away from her face. "My God, thirty-seven thousand . . ! What did you do with it?"
He slumped his broad shoulders down into the big chair and shrugged stupidly. "I-I don't know ... It's gone ... that's all ... gone...!" He gulped heavily from his glass. "Wine ... women ... horses ... dissipation," he said thickly.
Damn! She'd like to jump up and slap him foolish! The bastard! The goddamned drunken rake-hell! He was worthless ... a parasite ... a typical product of his generation ... but she loved him! He'd been father, mother everything a girl could want since her parent's death ... letting her wrap him around her little finger and take advantage of him ... she couldn't' help but love him ... and now he needed her, just as she had needed him so many many times. She said after a moment: "We'll do something, Uncle Ethan. Don't worry. Let's put our heads together..."
"There's nothing to do, Chickie," he butted in, cutting her short. "Nothing!"
"There's always a way," she replied confidently, noticing for the first time the manner in which he was looking at her, his glassy eyes seemingly focused on a particular spot between her raised legs, but she gave it little thought. Certainly, he'd seen her enough times around their house in the buff to make a pass if he'd ever entertained such ideas, and her own concepts concerning morality were anything but conventional; she felt certain he'd guessed that too. "Look, if nothing else, we can take it from my personal account, or cash in some of the bonds Daddy left me..."
She stopped talking. He was shaking his head back and forth, tears dribbling down his cheeks. "No!" he blurted. "No!" He raised his bloodshot eyes and stared at her. "Don't you see, Chickie...? There's nothing ... nothing left! I've ... I've pissed it all away! Goddamn, Baby! I've ruined both of us . . ! Oh hell, it doesn't matter about me ... but you . . ? I've destroyed you too ... the only person in the world who ever meant a damn to me, and I've completely destroyed you...!"
That's when she'd come forward, slamming her feet heavily to the floor, gaping at him in utter disbelief and growing rage. "Y-You mean ... just like that, I'm broke?"
"Goddamnit, Chickie! Don't you see! I intended ... thought I could put it all back in time!" he whimpered, setting his empty glass on the table beside him, trying to sit up and focus her into view intelligently. "All I needed was a break at the track ... or on the tables ... just one little break! Hell, Baby, you know I wouldn't hurt you ... not for the goddamned world...!"
A sudden sensation of utter insecurity swept over her as slowly she arose to her feet, her voluptuous, near-naked young flesh covered with an abrupt rash of goose-flesh. Broke? Was it possible? Dear God! Her financial soundness had always been the basis on which she'd founded her safety and freedom! It was necessary to her feeling of invulnerability! Without it, she was nothing ... nothing!
"My God! How could you?" she hissed at him. "How could you ruin my life this way? Goddamn you! I hate you, you bastard! I hate you!"
Ethan heard her words and they registered even in his inebriated brain. God almighty! He had to do something to console her! She was his little girl! He tried to get out of the chair ... and then the room swam before him . . !
Michele watched him fall onto his face. She stood, immobile for a moment, staring down at him with pure hate saturating her whole brain; then, when he didn't move, she stepped over him and walked slowly toward her room. She had to think ... think ... think! There was a way ... had to be ... and in God's name, she intended to find it!
* * *
The shower seemed to help. Michele toweled herself vigorously, until there was a copperish hue beneath the even tanned skin of her curvaceous body, and pink where the tiny strips of her bikini had shaded her hips and loins, plus the strip across her full, pointed breasts. She went to the mirror of her vanity to look at her reflection, the sight of her own erotic loveliness always giving her that needed uplift hedonistically. She tousled the profuse, silken black hair shadowing the V at the crown of her thighs, then dabbed with a delicate essence of perfume. Between her lush breasts, she repeated the ablution, and finally behind her ears. Then, she picked up her brush and began to stroke her long chestnut-colored hair, her lovely hazel-eyes staring at the mirror narcissistically.
A thin smile crept over her alluring face; she watched it in the mirror, detecting the trace of evilness there. Why not? she thought. Weren't these the methods taught her by a long line of righteous forefathers ... the recognized language of society? The law of survival ... and she didn't intend to suddenly become a pauper! Of course, Russell Payne would see that she didn't want for anything; she felt certain of that. He'd been extremely close to Daddy ... but she truly doubted that he'd ever forgiven her for accepting Uncle Ethan as undisputed guardian, especially after he'd offered her the sanctuary of his own home..."I'll raise you like my own daughter, my dear," he'd said. "Both Heather and I will give you everything we would have given a child of our own ... if we'd had one..." But that hadn't been what she'd wanted, not at fourteen when boys had suddenly developed all of their opposite attributes for her ... and she wasn't sorry. Uncle Ethan was irreplaceable ... at least, had been during those years. Dear God, the fun she'd had through summers ... and the wild times at the beach! Night after night and week after week, then college ... all of them a complete pageantry of sensual delight ... broadening her, enlightening her, making of her the full knowledgeable young woman that she was today! Not some sniveling, hot-pantsed little broad stupidly stumbling thither and yon like a bitch-dog in heat ... but a woman knowing her assets and capable of using them ... as any male member of the Pendulums would well acclaim. No, she didn't want any handouts from Russell Payne or anyone else...
Thank you, Uncle Ethan, she thought, still wearing her little smile. You made it possible ... now, I'm going to return the favor ... give you the benefit of my worldly capabilities. She laughed little to herself, partially at her thoughts, an partially at the visual countenance of one Ton Hamilton as he popped into mind.
He was perfect. The ambitious and handsome Tony Hamilton, account-executive for Payne-Douglas, and tremendously anxious to get into her pants. Of course, the latter was almost infantile thinking as far as she was concerned. She'd never been outwardly promiscuous; sincere lovers were different, but generally she'd kept everything within the circle of the Pendulums, a requisite of the organization she'd actually brought into existence. Members were ordinarily chosen from the financially comfortable for numerous and obvious reasons, although certain hippies, because of their intellectual abilities had been initiated, but no one gained admittance without sponsorship. And the underground reputation of the group was well know, envied among her own set, but a member ... even the most chartered founder, wouldn't conceive of sponsoring a plebe unless certain, or nearly certain of their acceptance.
Tony and Dolores Hamilton, she thought excitedly. Perfect! The girls would love him, and there was damned little doubt but what the men would flip over that switch-tailed blonde wife of his! She was fetching, all right, with firm young breasts and decidedly enticing, shapely legs. She gave her, Michele, the impression that she'd just been swept down to earth by angels, but she'd seen and read that type of face before. Unless she missed her guess, she'd be a bitch in bed ... and that was what the boys were concerned with...
Anyway, all of that was secondary. The idea was to manipulate Tony, and she had little doubt but what she could do that ... however, first and foremost, came Uncle Ethan. God, she should never've left him lying there like that. He wouldn't've walked away from her under the same, or any circumstances. He loved her ... just as she loved him. They were two of a kind, really, and that's why they'd gotten on so well. So he was a thief! What was she? Would she've been angry if it hadn't been her money he was using ... stealing? No . . ! Face it, Baby, if he'd been adding it to the till instead of taking it away, you'd have loved him even more ... thought him clever! Besides, you love him ... have always loved him since you were a tiny little girl ... even before you came under his wing! And he'd been marvelous to you when he might not've been ... kind and understanding ... and always, Baby ... loveable . . !
She did something then that she hadn't intended to do ... opened a tiny jewelry box, extracted a home-rolled cigarette and lighted it. Then she went to the closet and found a sheer peignoir, throwing it around her.
Poor Uncle Ethan, that beautiful, wonderful man, she thought, walking toward the door as she fastened the gown around her...
* * *
Shit, he thought, struggling up from the floor, the fucking world was nothing but gutter anyway. He was drunker than a bastard. He couldn't remember a goddamned thing ... but he was certain he'd made a fool of himself one way or another. He always did! Oh fuck, he was drunk! He couldn't see across the room, ... but there was enough familiar objects to let him know he was home. Thank God for that, he thought, smacking his dry lips together and wondering if he could get to the bottle on the bar. That's where he'd left it just before Michele was there ... Michele? Oh ... oh Christ! He'd told her, hadn't he! Yeah ... Well
... that was good; he was glad. She had to know sooner or later ... the luscious little creature. Christ, he loved her so much ... couldn't love her more if she were his own daughter ... but he'd certainly handed her a beauty, hadn't he? Destroyed her! That's what he'd done! Destroyed her! Poor baby ... and he really loved her so...
He managed to throw himself into a chair. Shit, he was spiflicated! The drunken uncle! Uncle? Guardian? You lousy bastard! You've been a prick of a guardian and you know it! But your laxity fitted your needs didn't they? You primed your brain with all of the new versions, but only for your own goatish approaches. It served well ... made you look like a king to her ... your little Michele! Now what? The chips are down, Uncle! You've even cheated her out of her inheritance! Now what?
His brain swam nauseously. Nothing made sense only Michele ... and he saw her as a little girl hip-deep in wild rushing water, fighting insanely and screaming: "Uncle Ethan! Help me! Please, Uncle Ethan .A"
Michele was surprised to see him in a chair. She walked to him, then sat herself down on the arm and kissed his forehead. "Uncle, Ethan," she whispered. "Uncle Ethan ... it's me ... Michele..."
He made a little flurry when he awakened and she caught at his hands, holding them warmly in her lap against her near-naked thighs, then, she bent down and kissed his cheek.
"G-Goddamn..., " he gasped. "I'm drunk, Chickie ... drunk!"
"You're all right," she said, butting the roach of her marijuana joint in the ashtray. "You've just been asleep in all. Everything's okay, Darling ... I've got a plan, and it'll work ... to perfection."
He sat quietly, his arm moving subconsciously around her waist, his swirling brain fighting for recall. Eventually, it came in bits and pieces and he remembered their status. He was done, of course, even as a guardian ... the court would see to that, but he found himself wondering if she'd have anything to do with him when, and if, he ever got out of prison? God . . ! He loved her . . !
"Uncle Ethan ... everything's going to be all right," she said softly. And then, she kissed his forehead again. "I've got a plan, Darling ... a plan that even Russell Payne can't whip."
"A-A plan? Wh-What're you talking about, Baby?"
"Listen, Let's face it, Darling, even "Old Rusty" has desires. Right? And I think I know how to get to them."
"I-I don't understand...?"
"Tony Hamilton and his wife! If ever a guy was ambitious, it's him! He'd do anything for a buck ... or a girl's pussy."
"What?"
"Never mind ... Hear me, Darling. I can manipulate Tony Hamilton, plus, through him, that pretty little wife of his. Russell Payne is human! If ... and I say, IF ... If we can compromise them into a situation where we have picture-proof; what's dear old Rusty going to do but come through the way we want him to? You get the idea? We turn Tony loose on him and Mrs. Payne for a bit of...."
"Blackmail!" Ethan blurted. He could hardly believe what he'd heard. Christ, he was drunk! That's what was wrong. He said: "You don't mean blackmail ... do you?"
"What else? What the hell else, Uncle? You have a better idea?" she whipped at him. "After all, you're the goddamned crook of the family!"
She might have twisted a barb in his belly, he thought. Nevertheless, he didn't answer right away. If only he wasn't so goddamned potted. He couldn't think straight. He looked up into her face, seeing a child-like countenance that he'd always loved.
"I-I never meant it to be like this . . , " he stammered.
"To hell with that! Now, we've got to think of a way out!"
"Listen, Chickie..."
"Hell no! I won't listen to anything! It's my money ... or was! No! You listen, Uncle Ethan! I'm not going to be a goddamned pauper because of you or anyone! I love you ... but!"
"B-B-But?"
"Listen to me," she said, running her fingers through his hair and drawing his face up toward her near-naked full breast. "Tony Hamilton and his pretty little wife are going to play the pawns for us. First, I've got to get them to a meeting of the Pendulums ... then, I'll handle it...."
"The Pendulums...? You, Baby? Y-You've got to be kidding your old uncle..."
"No! I'm not playing games with you, Uncle Ethan!" Michele responded sharply. "I've never been more fucking serious with you in my life!"
It was the word ... the lewd word that she'd used that cut the props from in under him. To hear that four-letter vulgarism drop from her lovely young lips made him realize his own failing in her behalf ... but it did something else too ... something he'd deny as long as he lived! His prick lurched in his pants, uncontrollably, jerked and lengthened as he became aware that she was sitting there beside him with nothing on except the flimsy gown thrown loosely around her.
She half-sat on the wing of his chair, her arm around his neck, and his face was less than inches from her diaphanously veiled, young breasts. Her legs were draped across his lap, their soft white loveliness visible beneath the see-through texture of her nightie ... and he could see the dark, down-ish triangle of her soft young pubic hair...! He was drunk, but he clutched his hands into fists tightly!
Hell, it wasn't as if the thought of sex with his niece had escaped him entirely over the past five years, he had to admit to himself. Christ knows, she'd provoked him enough with her seemingly careless nudity and the way she would innocently hug and kiss him, or sit on his lap, her luscious round little ass snuggling right down onto his throbbing rod ... like she was at that very goddamned moment ... moving down off the chair-arm to situate her soft full buttocks so the cleft between was hotly, nuzzling his already swelling penis through his trousers! But goddamn ... she was his niece! like his very own daughter! He knew she meant no wrong ... nor did he!
He might be a lousy crook ... but he was no incestuous bastard! Just had to keep his head, was all ... and he wasn't going to agree with what she intended to do to Russ Payne, either! He'd already done enough damage to others ... enough to last him a lifetime ... and Russ Payne was a right guy. In fact, he felt almost certain that Russ'd been on to his till-dipping some time back and had just kept quiet about it, hoping he would stop ... No, he wasn't going to have any part in ruining "Old Rusty" . . !
"No!" he snapped, shaking his head emphatically. "No! You ... me, no one does anything to Russ Payne, Baby!"
Michele gently drew his head closer to her, until his cheek was actually being brushed by the hardened little tip of her breast and a tingling sensation of excitement rippled through her belly. She felt his throbbing prick through his pants in under her, nestled between her warm buttocks, and she made barely discernable clenching movements with them to tantalize it. Then, she took his hand and gently laid its nervously sweating palm onto her soft belly where the filmy peignoir had fallen slightly open. She heard his breath quicken and she swept her lips lightly against his temple.
"Darling," she whispered, "they say that prison life is exceptionally hard on a man after forty. And ... your little Chickie would miss you so much ... I need you Uncle Ethan ... and you need me ... we need each other ... in more ways than one ... don't we . . ? "
"C-Christ!" he gasped, the warm, satinish flesh of her smooth soft belly sending an electric-like shock of lust charging through him. He felt her luscious young ass-cheeks churning delicately, but skillfully against the lurching, length of his now stone-hard prick. His brain reeled drunkenly ... and then she was opening her gown with one hand, taking hold of her breast to lift and teasingly press its hardened nipple toward his mouth. "Chickie ... you ... you realize what you're doing...?"
"Mmmmm hhmmmmmmm," she murmured into his ear. "I know, Darling ... do you . . ? "
"Jesus Christ, baby...!" he choked, his throat feeling as if it had suddenly been swabbed with dry cotton. "We can't. . ! God almighty ... you ... you're beautiful, Chickie ... my own precious...!" And then, he was kissing the breast she held for him ... smothering it with his lips licking at its nipple, a heady fragrance filling his nostrils as his other hand began to caress the smooth silken flesh of her belly, slowly moving downward into the soft curly hair covering her pubic mound.
It was just as Michele had always surmised; he was a skilled lover ... knew when and how to use his lips and fingers on a girl's secret erogenous places, even though it was hardly necessary with her; the mere thought of a man's erect cock was enough to set her half-wild, and especially her uncle's ... she'd waited so long for this moment. But now, she was glad that she'd waited to use it wisely; when they were finished and he'd pumped the lust from his aching balls deep up into her belly, he'd be remorsefully ready to agree to anything.
The sweet sweet man ... she did love him ... and now she realized that he had wanted her all along ... all those years, just as she'd wanted him so many many times ... God, how she'd teased him, she remembered, but tonight ... this very, very night, she was going to make it all up to him. He was about to reap the benefits of all the talents she'd mastered since the Pendulums had come into being . . !
She felt his fingers moving tremblingly downward between her hot thighs toward her already moist pussy-lips and she spread her legs gently open to him, while his breath rushed hotly against her breasts where he continued to suck and nibble in a growing frenzy. She held his head and caressed his temple as she lay her cheek against his broad shoulder, the erotic fermentations he had so easily aroused inside her increasing rapidly when he reached the moist velvetiness of her already tingling vaginal split, toying momentarily, then searchingly discovering her tiny, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and she gasped aloud; again and again he tenderly caressed it with his finger tip, sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through her now quivering body. Then, he ran his fingers smoothly down through the damp, sensitive crevice to the small opening of her vagina and raised his mouth from her breasts to find her lips.
He kissed her passionately, beginning immediately to tongue-fuck into her receptively sucking mouth, simultaneously slipping his long middle finger up into the raw flesh of her rapidly moistening cunt.
"Oooohhhhhh, Darling.. ! " Michele moaned uncontrollably. "Oh God, Darling ... why 've we waited so long . . ? "
"C-Christ almighty, Chickie!" he choked, "we're crazy ... we've got to be out of our goddamned minds!"
"Oh, Uncle ... don't talk like some damned prudish ass ... some establishment creep!" she half-whimpered, writhing her hips and crotch up against his hand and finger that was slipping smoothly in and out of the dilating vaginal channel between her thighs so delightfully, causing a wave of new and exciting sensations to ripple over her tanned, near-naked flesh. "We want each other ... there's nothing wrong with that! We're not going to get married and have kids ... we're just going to make love ... Darling, I want you to fuck me ... and I want to suck your prick ... and have you eat my pussy..."
"Oh shit!" Ethan blurted, her lust-filled words echoing wildly in his liquor sodden brain, the presence of her hot, voluptuous young body within his arms and grinding down against his pulsating cock while he finger-fucked her tender, delicious young cunt, destroying any sense of sanity he might have been clinging to.
And then, abruptly she was getting off his lap, gently pushing his hand from between her thighs and dropping to her knees between his legs, pressing them open to her as she looked up into his face and began to stroke and caress the length of his jerking prick inside his pants. Little scintillating sparkles flickered against the tongue-moistened flesh of her red-lips and again in her wide hazel-eyes.
"I want to see your cock, Darling ... to hold it and kiss it!" she hissed passionately. "I've wanted to for so long ... and now, nothing's going to stop me.. ! "
He didn't try ... couldn't; it was as if he were mesmerized by the gently deft movements of her small slender hands unbuckling his belt and opening the trouser-waist ... then slowly unzipping his fly. His eyes bulged open in almost disbelief as he watched his niece's soft, smooth hand slide inside the cotton of his shorts and gasped when it touched, then encircled the swollen shaft of his prick, maneuvering it carefully out into the open before both of them.
"Ooohhh ... Darling.. ! " Michele exclaimed eagerly, her eyes engorging themselves on the rigid hardness of his long, thick member. "Y-You know, I've never seen this before. I've dreamed what it might look like ... but it's much more beautiful than I ever imagined..."
Ethan grunted loudly as her small hand continued to half-encircle it, and he saw the tiny drops of semenish fluid oozing from its tip in his mounting desire. He stared as her white soft hand began to massage and stroke it, drawing the heavy foreskin slowly up and down ... then, she leaned over it, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to lick away the pearl-like drops at its tip, and he gasped again, reaching down for both of her full, hanging breasts, cupping them in his hands and feeling their hard, pulsating nipples pressing into his palms as she lowered her head, her soft, moist lips ovaling to slide wetly down over his cock-head like a warm, tight fitting glove.
Down and down and down her head descended as she absorbed his throbbing penis up into the warm, waiting cavern of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working against its heavy-veined, hardened flesh tantalizingly, and then, raising, her encompassing lips sucking their way to its very tip. At the same time, he felt the unbelievably hungry swirling motions of her tiny tongue until finally its point taunted and licked at the split orifice at its end.
Holy Christ, he thought! This couldn't be happening ... not his beautiful little Michele sucking his prick while he fondled her tits like a lecher. It just couldn't be happening! But it was! There, kneeling on her knees between his legs, her lovely long hair almost hiding her face as she raised and lowered her head, her delicious young mouth vacuuming his prick salaciously while he held her firm, nipple-hardened tits in the palms of his hand like some goddamned satyr! But he couldn't help himself! He couldn't!
The whole goddamned world was upside down! Fuck! He'd never had his cock sucked with such ardent desire ... and she damned well knew what she was doing. She'd blown a few, all right ... too many, maybe! And that was his fault! It'd been expedient for him to let her go her way. He'd had the use of her money while she'd turned on to every phase of the young generation's revolutionary concepts . . ! Oh Christ! His brother, wherever he was at that moment was seething hate and vengeance down onto him ... but still, he couldn't help himself! His balls were like a furnace of molten, slut, and her delectable little mouth a siphon of licentious relief!
Goddamn! He hadn't wanted it this way! It'd just happened! She was too much ... too much! There was no fighting it now! He had to have her ... every way it was possible to have a woman! He'd lose his fuckin' mind! He had to eat her cunt ... lick her ass-hole ... fuck her ... do it all to her like the hot little whore she was...
"Stop!" he ordered, his mouth hanging slack, his hands pushing at her soft shoulders. "Stop, goddammit! Let me get my clothes off, Baby! Help me ... I want that little cunt of yours! I want to suck it before I fuck you ... lick your ass-hole and chew your clitoris! God almighty, Chickie! I'll blow my nuts all over this room!"
Michele crept up over him, pressing her full throbbing breasts against his chest as she sought his lips and kissed him, thrusting her tiny tongue into his mouth. She held it, then, drew away.
"No, Darling ... you'll blow them in me ... somewhere ... but before that, heaven can wait, can't it!" she said.
"Shit ... fuck, Chickie ... everything can wait!" he exclaimed, tasting his own prick in his mouth from her tiny tongue. "Help me get my clothes off before I flip...! "
CHAPTER 4
Russ Payne hadn't gone home that night, nor had he gone to his club. Instead, he'd climbed into his Caddy and started driving south along Route I, with no destination in mind nor logical reasoning to his act ... only to get away ... to clear his head ... to think ... or was it to stop thinking?
God, he didn't know ... he wasn't certain of anything anymore, except his love for his wife, whom, he couldn't reach. It was damned near at an end, he felt sure of that, and Christ knows, he didn't hold it against her in the least. How could he? It wasn't her fault. But the heartbreaking part was that he knew she loved him, too, and would go on loving him as long as she lived. The ridiculousness of it, a marriage of nearly twenty-years that had never been consummated! Who would believe it ... or the depths of the love they truly felt for one another? She'd actually sacrificed herself for him ... all these years, and he'd been too goddamned selfish to face up to it.
Christ! He'd ruined her life! That's what he'd done! Denied her physical happiness as a woman because of his own abnormal ty, tried to pacify her by substituting worldly things for the sexual love and pleasure she was not only entitled to, but wanted and needed so badly. Well, it wasn't too late to repay her for some measure of the frustrated wretchedness he'd brought her. She was still young in spirit and as blushingly beautiful as she'd been at twenty, with a body that was more breathtaking and lovely than a virginal teenager. Hell, she was a virgin! Or nearly so!
And then, his mind filled with the painful, unwanted thoughts of what she might well be doing at that very moment, and he shook his head bitterly, trying to concentrate on the lighted lane of highway before him while he drove at a reasonable speed, the window lowered to let the night air rush soothingly against his face. But it was useless to try and put it from his mind; he couldn't.
Earlier, he'd almost resigned himself to the fact that he could endure her taking a lover, have an understanding with her that would permit some nameless male counterpart who would fulfill her physical need at agreed upon intervals, but she'd have to promise that only he, her husband, would have her love ... and then, he'd realized that he could no more condescend to such an arrangement than he'd been able to eighteen years ago when he'd first thought of it. No ... there was only one way...; he had to get out of her life ... just disappear! It was her only chance left for real happiness.
He'd made up his mind. He'd take care of everything sensibly, systematically, and immediately. She'd have no financial wants; there was plenty of money, and as for the company, he'd decided to make Michele a present of that. Personally, he didn't give a damn what happened to it any longer; let Ethan milk it dry ... to hell with it. He'd tell Michele what was going on and how he'd frightened the goddamned pants off her uncle that very day by telling him that a couple of auditors were coming in to go over the books. Of course, they weren't; he'd had no need for them. He was as familiar with those books as a normal man was with his wife's pussy. But he'd tell her anyway, and the rest would be up to her.
Russ saw the beach ahead and began to slow down. Carefully, he pulled off the road and drove as close as he dared, to where he could hear and see the surf rolling gently in the moonlight. He cut the motor and lay back against the seat with a sigh.
And that would be that, he thought, a little lump rising up in his throat. As for himself, he wasn't quite sure yet. Maybe ... maybe, he'd just take a walk out into the sea when the time came, and everything was taken care of ... or maybe ... maybe he'd just go someplace and buy himself a mare and try to raise centaurs....
* * *
Heather Douglas had driven from Los Angeles to Rand-Harbor as fast as she dared in the night, freeway traffic, with only one thought racing through her mind ... to throw herself into the arms of the one man in the world whom she loved with all of her heart. Dear God, how she could have done such a thing ... lowered herself to the status of a common whore with a man she'd never before seen in her life, was something she'd never understand for certain. Oh yes, the crying, frustrated need had been there, tormenting her loins until she thought she'd go mad, but what had ever let her forget that the same agony tortured her Russell, too? Hadn't it been a curse they'd endured together ... bravely shared and helped each other find release from, each in their own devoted way? What else but this single bond had made their love so strong? The very fact that they both wanted to so badly and couldn't.. !
Dear God, should she tell him? Could he forgive her ... again? No, she'd say nothing. Why should she hurt him just to satisfy her own guilt feeling? Let that little burden be her punishment every time she looked at him ... knowing in her heart that she was the faithless one, the betrayer of their beautiful love....
And for what? My God! What a worthless, egotistical, half-man Dan Reynolds had been! Her belly still churned with the unfulfilled sensations he'd aroused inside her and left unsatiated, and just the thought of her husband's strong protective arms around her, his massive penis snuggled between her hot entrapping thighs and pressing against her titillating pussy like a great pole of hard burning flesh caused her blood to pound in her veins. How badly she needed him!
Oh Darling, be there waiting for me? Please ... please? ... And I'll kiss it and love it like you've never dreamed possible. . !
And then, she was swinging into their drive and her heart sank. The garage door was up and his side empty. She looked at her watch in the light from the dash. Two-fifteen. He wouldn't be home now; he'd gone to his club., . .
Oh damn! Damn! Damn! She could scream!
Well ... no use carrying on like a school-girl. There was just one thing left to do if she ever intended to get any sleep this night ... what school-girls used to do when she was a student ... and what she'd be doing to herself in a very, very few minutes....
CHAPTER 5
Michele helped Ethan Douglas strip his clothes away, then lowered herself to the floor, pulling him down beside her. Momentarily, she rolled away to remove her wrist-watch and place it on a chair, teasingly thrusting her naked buttocks back toward his face in the process.
He swore drunkenly and reached for her, unable to keep his hands off her body now. He lay one hand on the smooth, tanned skin of her slender waist, trailing it downward over the full rounded curve of her hip to the soft and resilient, globular spheres of her buttocks, stroking and spanning the satiny crevice separating them, hardly believing that he was actually touching and petting his precious niece's lovely naked little body. It had to be some kind of lecherous dream, but then he sensed a shudder electrify her at his touch and he knew for certain that it was all a reality.
She rolled bark toward him and into his extended arms, her firm supple breasts flattening against his hard chest, her hand inching down between them to grasp with hungry meaning his long, thick cock that only moments before she had been sucking on voraciously with her still wet young lips.
Michele heard his grunt of pleasure as her hand encircled the hot, blood-filled rod of hardened flesh, and a feeling of warm affection stirred within her for him. God, she'd loved him for so long ... but not in the singular, established meaning of the term, nor the narrow, stereotyped, social conception ... just male-female, opposite gentler, sensual emotion! Because he was her father's brother, was it any less right to want him sexually? Christ, if he were her own father, she'd feel no different! There were no Procrustean boundaries to love in the Pendulum's philosophy; the heart was nothing but a mill; it was the senses that counted!
She pressed her naked belly and thighs tight against his and offered her lips to be kissed. His mouth, hot and moist, crushed her own and she felt his tongue thrust into the warm waiting cavern to be sucked ... and she did, anxiously, while his big hands smoothed over her back and downward to her buttocks, hauling her eagerly to him while she worked the heavy outer layer of skin on his uncircumcised penis back and forth with her small, soft hand.
"Goddamn!" he rasped. "I want you so bad, Chickie!"
"Have you always, Darling?"
"Christ, yes! Ever since the first day we walked into this house together ... and even before. I-I'm ashamed to say it ... but it's true.. ! "
"Why're you ashamed to tell me, Darling?" she questioned, drawing back her face to better see him. "Why? I've felt the same about you ... and I'm not ashamed."
"But ... oh shit, Baby!" he hissed. "It doesn't make any difference now, anyway.... "
"Yes, it does! It makes a difference, Lover," she whispered. "A man doesn't feel guilt because he wants to make love to a woman ... enjoy her body ... anymore than a woman feels guilt for those reasons. That's wrong, Darling! Don't you see? Those miserable, warped ideas have practically hobbled and twisted man's mind for two-thousand years! But they're wrong. Uncle! That's not the way it was meant to be at all! Love is where and when you find it! And there aren't any restrictions ... inherent or otherwise! Man and woman, boy and girl, male and female ... you and me, my lover ... right now, this minute ... that's all that counts...."
"Christ ... it's a beautiful outlook," he managed, blinking his eyes as if to rid himself of the cobwebs clinging to his brain. "But I'm drunk ... and nothing makes a damn when you're drunk, Chickie. It ... it's up to you to make the heady moves ... the intelligent decisions...."
She smiled and kissed his lips tenderly. "I know," she said. "And I've already made it...."
"In-Incest, Baby. Incest!" he gasped.
She continued to smile. She said: "A word that means sexual relations between persons related within degrees which marriage is prohibited by law ... and I'm sure those aren't our intentions ... are they, Uncle Ethan? I mean, love yes ... marriage no. It's the Pendulum's philosophy.... "
Then, she squeezed his prick harder while she milked it gently and entwined her upper-leg over his thigh, pulling him tighter to her. She shouldn't have given him so much in one dose, she thought, feeling the loving warm viscidness of his lubricating emission that had seeped excitedly from the tip of his cock onto her hand. His wits were numbed with booze ... hardly a capable student ... and by the time she was finished she intended to have him as a full-fledged convert. He belonged in the Pendulums. There were as many singles as married couples, and although they weren't a cult, or adherent to any religious dogma, the mighty phallus had to be their symbol. And someday, she felt certain, that herculean, human phallus would come to lead them ... to stand stalwart before them....
"Look, Chickie ... I don't know!" he interrupted her thoughts. "Goddamn, I don't know! I-I love you ... want you! Shit, Baby, I could eat you from..."
"Then, do it!" she cut him short. "Do it now, Darling! I want you to!" she added, letting loose of his cock and rolling onto her back, planting her feet on the thick carpeting, raising her knees and spreading her thighs wide.
"Goddamn!" he choked, his face slack, yet contorted with lust. "Oh Christ!"
Michele watched him scurry and crawl between her openly spread thighs, dropping flat on his belly, his head only inches above her warm, anticipating vaginal slit. He looked up between her proudly erect young breasts and half-smiled at her raised face.
"Do it, Lover, for God's sake!" she heard herself choke excitedly. "Don't tease me ... lick my cunt!"
It occurred to Ethan Douglas that he was well on his way to the fires of hell! In his lifetime, he'd never been much good, but of all the abhorrent things he'd done in those forty-years, he'd never imagined that he could play Lot's game ... not that he was, per se, but how close could you come to stealing the jewels without taking them?
"Please, Darling?" she whimpered.
His smile faded slowly as he dropped his eyes to the licentiously inspiring feast she lay before him on the splendid fleshy tray between her legs, the pink dewy flesh of her partially pubic hair hidden slit sending new shivers of wild salacity charging along his spine. He noted where the delicious narrow fissure started from the base of her smooth tanned belly slicing downward erotically between her thighs to the full rounded orbs of her buttocks, these slightly raised and rotating sensuously, almost expectantly, just inches below his lips.
"Do it, Darling!" she whimpered suddenly. "Don't tease me anymore...."
Tease her? Christ, that was the last thought in his mind. Self-preservation was all! And he couldn't even manage that. ... He lay the palms of his hands high on the insides of her hot quivering thighs, right at their juncture point, so that with his thumbs he could spread the soft, velvety lips of her young hair-lined cunt. Slowly, then, and almost frightenedly, he did ... opening the ragged, pink flanges before him, until its jeweled, flushed delicacy lay exposed completely to the hunger of his lust-mounting desire. Greedily, his eyes drank of the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of passion jolting through him. He ground his cock feverishly against the rough nap of the carpeting.
"Fuck!" he choked.
"Oh God, Uncle Ethan ... please. . ? " she begged, writhing her hips lasciviously. "Now. . ! Now!"
Ethan shook his head numbly. He still had to be in a dream! He'd wake up with a piss-hard on and that would be that. ... But no! He gaped at the wide spread, bearded-like mouth of her tender young cunt glistening moistly with the viscous dew of carnality that was exciting her. It was all real ... real! He was about to lick his baby niece's hot little pussy! And he wanted to ... wanted to!
He dropped his head and plunged the full length of his salaciously worming tongue into the warm quivering depths of her tightly clasping cunt!
Immediately, she cried out ... then, began to spew words at him. "Oh ... oooohhhh! Yes ... yesssss, Uncle Ethan! Suck it! Lick it! Eat it and swallow it! My lover! My lover! Suck my cunt! Oooohhh ... just love me ... love me. . ! "
Ethan felt her hands wind tightly in the hair of his head; she moaned and gasped, pulling his face forcefully toward the spread, moist, pink slit of her open vagina. He sensed the movements of her head already flailing back and forth as he speared his hot tongue up into the warm velvety depths of her squirming young pussy. She ground her hips uncontrollably against the ungiving nap of the carpet, writhing and squirming, audible mewlings escaping from between clenched teeth; then, she raised her cunt up higher to him, pressing his face into the silken-fringed split, its sensitive, hot vaginal walls opening and closing around his tongue in a moist sucking reaction, as if independent of the rest of her lewdly twisting body.
Christ, he couldn't believe it ... not his little niece, Michele! Sure, he'd seen her gallivanting around the house and pool in her nakedness ... but that was merely innocence! A hundred times he'd told himself that it was nothing but innocence!, Even when the fellows came over ... Jesus Christ! Where'd he been? This was no little, innocuous teenager whose cunt he was engorging himself on! This was a sexually stimulated chick fighting toward climax! The wanton little bitch! Well ... he wasn't ready for that just yet! No ... No! Not yet, Chickie!
He withdrew his long probing tongue knowledgeably and began to lick upward through the snug, yet opened, moist flesh, flicking its tip as it went, circling her quivering, passion-hardened clitoris, then, engulfing all with his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft hair-lined cuntal folds deep into the hot reservoir of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its maddening licking against the straining plexus of her womanhood.
Someplace along the line, he'd learned something of this game, he thought, but at the moment he wasn't quite sure how much.
Ethan was stunned ... inspired erotically, but stunned! His cock felt like a cannon primed to fire, then forgotten. He didn't know how cannons might feel, but he knew about his prick! The whole goddamned affair was insane ... incestuous and evilly wrong ... but the rod pokering out from his loins had no brain! It might backfire and blow him apart ... burst him open like a dropped ripe pumpkin, the seeds spattering wildly out of him! Maybe that'd be good if it were possible, and it'd all end right then and there. . ! Shit! Nothing made sense except the depraved and obscene act he was committing between the lusciously spread thighs of the magnificent passion-filled young body beneath him.
Let her philosophy be right! Christ ... let her be right!
He raised his eyes to see her pervertedly contorted face; her head still flailed methodically at a set rhythmic pace, while her hands clutched tighter into his hair, her fingers interlacing, and then she was trying to direct his intently sucking mouth to the small pulsing opening of the hungrily clenching passage between her open legs.
Subconsciously, in a fresh twinge of sadistic appetite, his hands moved upward over the tanned flatness of her belly to the full, round firmness of her quivering tits, clutching harshly into their fleshy softness, his fingers almost-cruelly rolling their hardened tiny nipples between them. She whimpered masochistically, her voluptuous body writhing beneath his attack from the pain, but she made no effort to stop him. It was as if she'd ascended to another plain beyond him. Nothing that he did ... bite her clitoris ... brutally gouge and squeeze her quivering breasts ... nothing made her beg for quarter! She was beyond him ... too fucking much for him to comprehend! His cock lurched and ached in its own private agony. His balls thundered ... drawing pain from deep in his belly! He was outside his realm! Whatever they had ... these Pendulum people who knew no bounds of propriety, they were way beyond his limited scope. ... She was just too much ... too much!
"Oh, Darling, Darling ... don't stop! Keep going, Lover!" her words echoed down at him. "Faster ... harder ... eat me ... eat me!"
Abruptly, Michele felt him lifting her legs and folding them back, and she trembled in debauched, breathless anticipation. Her knees suddenly came back against her tingling breasts, his hands behind them, holding them there, raising her lewdly exposed sexual genitals to his feverish tongue and sucking mouth. Then ... then! She felt his hot, moist lingual member making delicious contact with her tiny, puckered anus, laving and probing sensuously at the perceptive rubbery orifice, sending maddening sensations of rapture coursing through her enchanted body. God in heaven! He was a beautiful lover ... beautiful ... just as she'd always known he would be ... and this was only the beginning of a thousand and one such nights to come...!
The feel of her tiny anal mouth of raised, spongy flesh to the tip of his tongue was as intoxicating to Ethan Douglas as the gin he'd drunk. Once more, his head filled with a delicate essence of perfume as he licked the smooth, soft crevice between her lush, widespread buttocks; then he stiffened his tongue-muscles like a raw, hardened prick and tried to worm its tip into the gently pulsating hole. He sensed her relaxing to the fullest and thrusting her little ass-hole upward, until at last his tongue burrowed beyond the slackened ovaled mouth for a slight distance into her back passage. His brain reeled with the erotic obscenity of the act, while desperately, he tried for further depths, reaming and rotating the oral shaft and simultaneously fingering her erect and throbbing young clitoris.
"Lover, Lover!" Michele moaned passionately. "Yes ... yes! Tongue-fuck my ass-hole, Darling! Farther! Worm it in farther! Ooohhh. . ! "
But Ethan had reached his limit, both in the distance of his entry and the endurance of his throbbing prick! He couldn't wait any longer. He had to fuck her! He was going to cum right there with his cock grinding against the carpet, and damn her, he didn't intend for that to happen! He slipped his tongue from her still gently clenching rectum and knead his way up over her, still holding her legs pushed back and raised high....
"Oh, Uncle Ethan ... don't stop! Please . . ? I loved your tongue in my ass-hole!" she whined in a near-pathetic, lust-filled voice.
"Did you now?" he rasped, his eyes staring salaciously down between her helpless, widespread legs beneath him, his heavy, hard cock-head pointed wickedly at her moist, exposed genitals. "All right then, reach down there and put it in! Hurry!"
Quickly, Michele moved her hands around her thighs and grasped his hardened penis, gently sliding the foreskin back as she levered it toward her cunt-mouth.
"No, Chickie, not that hole ... the other one!" he ordered, his lips stretching in a licentious grin. "Your ass-hole, Baby! Quick!"
"Oh God, Darling ... I don't know. . ! " she replied, her lovely hazel-eyes popping open wide. "I-I don't think I can in this position.. ! "
"Do it!" he snapped. "Go on! Work the tip of my cock into your ass-hole. . ! "
"Oh, Uncle ... let me turn over and get up on my knees . . ? " she pleaded.
"No! This way ... or haven't the Pendulums included this in their philosophy yet?" he said leering down at her. "Hurry up, move, Chickie! You wanted to play, so we'll play ... but my game! Put it in, damn you!"
Michele felt her breathing catch in her throat. Not that she hadn't taken it in her rectum before, nor that she didn't enjoy it that way occasionally, but God almighty, never in this position! Yet, the lascivious thought and challenge of the debasing sodomy he would be subjecting her to was like pouring gasoline over the already consuming flames of her lust, and wickedly she nuzzled the smooth, mushroomed head of his pulsating cock against her tiny, slightly flowered anus, pressing its tip tight into the fleshy raised circle and feeling it, like his tongue, expanding the puckered little mouth luridly.
The sight alone of her contortedly spread thighs and buttocks beneath him as he held her legs pinned back mercilessly against her lush tits was enough to drive Ethan right out of his goddamned skull. Her brazen, alluring mouth had gone slack and her wide, hazel-eyes, two desire-charged orbs of degeneracy. In the smooth, damp cleft separating her buttocks, his heavy prick was wedged almost knob-deep in the ovaly stretched hole of her ass, giving him the impression momentarily, that it was growing out of her and plunging into him somewhere just above his aching balls ... and then his eyes locked on the opened coral slit of her hair enframed cunt glistening ravenously between her thighs. Her erect little clitoris seemed to quiver vibrantly as he stared at it ... then suddenly, she let out a grunting sigh of pain, the first he'd heard from her, and he realized that he'd wormed another portion of an inch into her and was working on the next measure.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed, a flickering chill of terror clutching at her belly. "No-No! No, Uncle Ethan ... not this way. ... I-I can't! I can't take it. . ! "
"Oh Christ ... don't please ... no more ... no more!" she begged, trying to squirm free of the blunt, pain-racking intrusion into her hopelessly resisting rectum, but he pressed into her unmercifully, driving his hips relentlessly forward, his eyes fixed on the salaciously exciting sight, his strong, heavy body cradled upon her to render her defenseless, and she bit at her lip then clenched her teeth to the incessant growing agony.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed suddenly ... and he did, unable to hold it back any longer.
Viciously, he thrust, driving his long, thick shaft the remaining five or so inches into the obscenely expanded hole of her tiny, resisting rectum, his heavy balls slapping and dangling against the satiny crevice separating her tautly stretched buttocks.
"Oooggghhhhh! Auuuugggghhhhh! Stop! Stop! You're killing me ... killing me!" she half-screamed, her face twisted in the throes of the unbelievable shocking pain, fearing to God that he was going to split her entire crotch into one great gash, but it was useless, she realized as the throbbing, fleshy rod continued its mind-shattering invasion to the very depths of her bowels, pushing the rubbery, resistant walls before it in rolling fleshy waves until it was buried to the hilt in her warm, constricting channel.
She'd asked for it ... probed and taunted, searching his soul and firing his desire until she'd unleashed the basic animal in him! He wasn't to blame ... nor ... nor was she sorry! She wanted it ... wanted him ... and experience told her the agony would pass if she could only endure and ride with the tide....
Ethan couldn't resist the grunts of depraved pleasure gurgling from his lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing to this beautiful little girl he loved so much and for so long. Christ, he should've done this years ago ... kept her for himself. Fuck! What a delicious cherry she must've been! He felt with lecherous delight the warm and soft flesh of her full taut thighs and buttocks flattened against his ribs and pelvis ... the warm, viscid moisture of her open slit when he thrust into her and his hairy pubis grinding into the sensitive flesh of her cunt.
He leveled his eyes on the hardened spear of flesh that was disappearing completely into the tight, salaciously expanded hole centered between her full, wide stretched buttocks. He moaned again, slowing down and drawing it out slightly to watch with bated breath the tender pink flesh pulling without and clinging to his cock, then disappearing inside again with his inward thrust. The lewd debauched sight of his incestuous sodomy raised a choking gasp of further arousal inside him ... and then he saw his young niece trying to lift her head and look down between them so that she, too, could see. He grunted vilely and began sawing with rhythmical plunges in and out of her, ramming furiously, deep up into her warm clasping passage.
"Aaahhhh ... aaahhh ... sweet ... sweet lover...! " Michele began to chant, reaching for his face and pulling it down to where she could get her lips, mouth and tongue on it, licking at his eyes and nose and lips hungrily, her actions reflecting the unmistakable bliss she was finally experiencing. "Oh ... oh my lover, Darling ... yes ... yes! Fuck my ass-hole! Sodomize me! Oh ... oh ... and the hair above your wonderful cock ... it's ... it's rubbing and ticking so beautifully against my clit. ... Oh, Darling ... don't stop. . ! "
"I-I won't. ... I won't!" he gasped.
"Fuck it hard, Lover! Bury it in me! Make me love it! Dig into me!" she pleaded, beginnng to undulate her hips excitedly, grinding her flushed, lip-spread cunt tightly up against the wiry hair-covered flesh of his pelvis, the rough thatch of pubic hair like a soft-bristled brush caressing her erect, quivering clitoris.
Oh God, it was even better than she had ever dreamed. He'd brought her new, unexplored enchantment, unbelievable sensuous bliss, enrapturing in its obscene and forbidden perversity alone, to say nothing of the fulfillment and happiness in seducing him and knowing that he loved her, wanted her as much as she wanted him. What a magnificent alliance it was going to be, once she got him out of this mess; the ecstasy they were going to have together, loving, experimenting, sometimes alone, sometimes with other Pendulums. ... Oh Christ, his wonderful cock was the essence of exaltation plunging into her ass-hole. She could feel its solid thickness massaging the walls of her nether channel delightedly, its heavy bludgeoning head probing at her very bowels, all in a bewitching, licentious spell of satanic jubilation. She felt exhilarated in her subjugation beneath him. He could do anything in the world he wanted to her at that very moment and there was absolutely nothing she could do to help herself. She was as helpless as the lowest serf, completely humbled to his slightest whim!
Ethan felt the lubricious walls of her rectum clutching and releasing, then clutching again around his insanely pulsating cock as he soared into her. He still held her legs raised high when he thrust his hips down and forward, she responded with a rocking motion, plunging her tightly clenching back-passage to the very hilt of his shaft, rotating the sensitive raw flesh of her splayed cunt against the bristly, hair-covered swelling of his pubis, the obvious excitement of her approaching climax stimulating him.
As if he needed any further provocation, he thought wildly. He was nothing but a fucking animal anyway ... and long before this wicked night! Even so, he couldn't deny that certain sensation of accomplishment that had snugly crept over him. She might be his very own niece, but she was still a nineteen year old girl, and any middle-aged lecher with any part of his wits would have to be elated on such a conquest ... especially in the obscene and degrading way he was taking her! Ass-fucking her! Sodomy ... and she was loving it ... him ... going right out of her mind!
"Oh ... Oh ... my Darling, baby!" she choked suddenly as he hammered his heavy cock up into the confines of her now wildly undulating buttocks. "I-I ... yes ... I am, I'm going to ... now, Darling! I can't wait. . ! It's going to cum! Oh fuck! Hard, Lover ... pound it into me! Make me taste it! I'm cuuummmmmmmiinnngggg!"
She reached up and began to twist his nipples between her thumbs and fore-fingers, while simultaneously she heaved and bucked her entire wide split loins area savagely up against him, a sudden new dampness beginning to saturate the region around his cock-base. His mind screamed! She'd triggered the valves controlling the boiling sperm in his reservoir! His balls suddenly felt as if they were about to dissolve! A wild, tingling sensation centered at his ass-hole ... then, everything gave at once! Michele screamed; his prick started to jerk carnally, while his bloated balls began their pumping spasms and he felt the seething flood racing the length of his channel like a raging tidal wave. It would be ear-splitting when it swept into her, he knew, feeling the first spurts of the creamy gush splurging deep into the confines of her hungrily constricting rectum and wondering why he couldn't hear it splashing into her. Wildly, his cock spewed the load his luscious doll had built there, squirting his semen in hot, thick jets deep into the hidden recesses of her intricate body, while her sucking ass-channel worked demon-like to milk the seething sperm from his rapidly deflating prick.
Michele could never remember a climax quite like it. Even her tits had seemed to fill up with cum. She was breathless, motionless, worthless, she thought, sensing his beautiful cock slowly deflating in her nether channel. She pushed his arms away, lowering her legs for the first time in what seemed to be hours. The action caused all but the head of his prick to slip from her anus. She waited. ... He drew it out with a wet hissing sound, then rolled over beside her onto his back.
"H-How do you feel, Darling?" she whispered, leaning on an elbow up over him. "Raped."
"You liar."
"Wh-What do you want me to say?"
"The truth," she said, emphatically.
For a moment he was silent. "All right ... the truth. It was ... something else. ... Not talking material, maybe. I-I didn't mean for it to be that way--"
"I loved it."
"Nevertheless, I didn't ... we shouldn't ... it was wrong. You know that, don't you? It was wrong?"
"Why?"
He'd been looking at her, as if waiting for the right answer. He turned from her suddenly. "Oh shit!" he said.
Michele laughed. Then she said: "Hangups, eh Baby? I wouldn't've believed it ... but I suppose I should have. It's part of your generation. All the same, Uncle, there's no shrugging it off ... or going to confession. Here we are ... just you and me ... and you've just fucked my ass. ... Sodomy I think it's called.
"What the hell do you want?"
She leaned down and kissed his lips softly. Christ, he was lost, he knew. There'd never been anything like her in his lifetime. But a man had a choice ... die or endure.. !
"You, Lover ... you're all I want," she half-whispered down into his mouth, the sweet taste of her breath and mouth kindling him once more "Are you ready to listen?"
"F-Fuck, yes! I-I'll listen to anything.. ! "
PART TWO
CHAPTER 6
Dolores Hamilton beamed a warm sensuous smile at her handsome young husband that Friday morning as he stumbled into their kitchen looking very much like he'd been on a ten-day drunk. He walked with a slump; there were deep, dark circles beneath his red-rimmed eyes, and his hands were shaking as if he might have a touch of palsy. He made it to the breakfast nook, slumping heavily into the little booth, and pulling at the collar of his freshly laundered white shirt nervously.
"My, but don't we look fit and up-and-at-'em this morning though?" she said, continuing to smile as she poured his coffee while he rubbed a trembling hand over his brow.
Painfully, Tony Hamilton raised his burning gray eyes to focus upon the stunningly beautiful face of his twenty-one year old bride of three months, his libido immediately nudged when he noted that she was wearing one of her diaphanous peignoirs with nothing beneath, her curvaceous loveliness an ambrosia; yet, a nectar that suddenly caused little knots in his nauseous entrails as he watched her swing away to replace the coffee-pot on the range, her full, erect breasts and round full buttocks swaying and jiggling provocatively with the move, as did her long blonde hair that she had swept cutely back into a shoulder-blade length of pony-tail.
He watched her return and slip into the booth across from him, her avid blue-eyes still dancing excitedly, just as they had from twelve o'clock on, the night before. He said:
"Christ, I don't think we had two-hours sleep ... say nothing of the goddamned workout. ... But you look as if the whole romp set pretty well with you."
Dolores detected the note of bitter sarcasm in his tone, but she didn't intend to let him know it. It had occurred to her long before that such could well be the result by either husband or wife on the first morning after, and she'd vowed that should she ever agree to such an arrangement it would be with absolute determination of accepting the consequences, whatever they might be. But in all honesty, she had to admit that she'd never dreamed she would feel as she did about it. After all, it had been his idea and one he'd began to instill in her mind months before they were ever married. God knows, if it hadn't been for her near-blinding, insane love for him and her vow to get him and keep him at any cost, she would never have agreed.
"Would you like some eggs or something, Darling?" she asked, watching him light a cigarette shakingly.
"Nothing ... just coffee," he replied, exhaling smoke from deep in his lungs. "I'm late already."
"You didn't drink very much. I don't think anyone did. Everywhere I looked they were smoking pot," she said, sipping from her own cup. "Frankly, I'm still too frightened to try it, myself...."
He grunted. ""That's about the only goddamned thing you were frightened of."
"Darling ... that's not very fair," she responded immediately, his words and tone of voice cutting. "Remember ... we both promised there wouldn't be any of that.... "
"Shit! That was before I was aware you were going to fuck every stud in the place on the very first night!" he snapped angrily.
"Tony! Darling! ... How can you say that to me? My God, you sound as if the whole idea were mine!" she spat, her own ire aroused now. "Who's been trying to brainwash, whom...? And ever since we started going together? Have you forgotten your favorite cliche, Mr. Hamilton? "Variety is the spice of life ... that needed little aromatic substance that makes for a closer and happier marriage, or some such crap?"
"Evidently, you haven't!"
"Look, dammit! Did you or didn't you call me yesterday afternoon all excited about this being it? 'We're going to swing tonight, Baby! This is it ... et cetera, et cetera, et cetera'. "
"Nuts!" he grunted, struggling to get out of the little booth and onto his feet. "All that goddamned malarky you've been handing me about morals and your lousy religious upbringing. ... You certainly had me fooled, all right, Dolo!" he spat at her. "I'll tell you the God's honest truth, Baby. ... I really believed you ... until I saw you sucking off that fucking hippie while Bernstein was socking it to you from behind!"
"Oh ... oh, you miserable bastard!" the lovely blonde-girl fumed, unable to hold back the tears of rage puddling into her eyes. "How dare you say such a thing to me when you're to blame for everything! I never wanted it to happen and you know it! I was perfectly happy and contented with just the two of us, but no, we had to get some zest in our existence, says you! The Pendulums ... our big break to crack the elite circle and for you to get to know the right people ... wasn't that it? Okay, damn you ... so we cracked 'em!"
"We cracked 'em?" he gibed. "Baby, you cracked them ... just about every pair of nuts in the house!"
"You're a rotten liar and you know it! But I'll tell you something, Tony Hamilton, I intend to! That's right! I'm going to be screwed by every last willing man in that club....!"
"You mean that you missed someone last night?"
"Damn you! What about you and Michele Douglas?" she shot at him. "Don't you suppose I saw you licking between her legs like some depraved animal? So help me God, if it hadn't been for that I never would've let one of them touch me! I begged you not to leave me ... pleaded with you to do it to me while we watched the show, but no ... you had to get at that little chestnut-haired bitch!"
"She sponsored us, stupid! I told you before we ever left here that a new member was expected to have a go with his sponsor first....!"
"And what in hell did you expect me to do in the meantime? Just sit there and watch you and applaud!" she exclaimed scornfully, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Well I didn't expect you to have them queue up for a turn like some goddamned street-walker!" he snarled, his jealous rage eating into him like a green-eyed ulcer, knowing that he was exaggerating cruelly with the acrid resentment and vexation that hadn't allowed him a moment's peace or sleep since they'd come home in the wee morning hours.
Christ, he'd never dreamed it possible that he could feel this way! He loved her, and had since the first day he'd laid eyes upon her....'
"I'm not going to argue any more with you Tony," she said suddenly, her voice dropping several levels; she found a paper napkin on the table and dabbed at her eyes. "You know the truth whether you want to face it or not. This swapping idea was never mine ... I wanted no part of it ... but I'm going to be terribly honest with you. I did it for you. ... Though I found that I like it for me. Is that clear? For me! You can do whatever you like, but I intend to carry out my initiation assignment ... and I suggest you do the same if you ever hope to make it big, as you put it ... especially with Payne-Douglas."
She leaned back against the padded booth and directed her gaze toward her coffee-cup. He stared at her in disbelief. His head throbbed from lack of sleep and his loins still ached from the ordeal he'd put his body through with Michele Douglas. Christ, he'd cum at least a half-dozen times, and still she'd wanted more. There was no quenching her insane lust; he'd had to practically beg to get away from her ... and then, she'd sprung the goddamned initiation assignment, a task rather than a fee for membership.
"All right, darlings," she'd said at the door when they were about to leave, just as the sun was peeking over the mountains, "your little mission will be to seduce the Russell Paynes, and get pictures to prove it."
"Wh-What?" he'd gasped, staring at her standing there naked in all of her alluring seductiveness and watching the little smile tweak at her brazen mouth. "Y-You're kidding? You've got to be...!"
"Not at all, Darling," Michele had replied cutely, while at the same time she began to smooth her hand over Dolores' round, firm breasts. "They're very lovely, Baby," she said to her softly. "I was noticing them earlier when you had your clothes off...."We ... we'll have to get together for lunch one day...."
"Y-Yes. ... I think I'd like that," Dolores had answered, her petulant lips opening moistly as she looked into the other girl's hazel eyes ... and he hadn't been able to believe that either. "Call me sometime," Dolo had added, " ... and we accept the assignment."
"I knew you would, Darling," Michele said with an enticing little smile. "I watched you tonight off and on ... when I wasn't too engrossed in my own affair with this handsome hunk. It took you a few minutes to shed your hang-ups, but once you did ... wow! They love you, Pet ... all of them ... and so do I"
"T-Thank you . . , " Dolo'd replied, her delicious blue-eyes seeming to become liquid right there before him as they locked with Michele Douglas'.
That's when he'd dragged her out of there, wondering what in Christ's world he'd done to her ... to himself ... to their marriage? Now, he gazed with tired and wretched eyes at the thinly veiled loveliness of this girl he actually adored, realizing abruptly what she really meant to him. His overworked prick lurched inside his pant-leg as his eyes fixed themselves contentedly on her rotund, proud breasts with their little pink nipples embossed protrudingly against the gossamery material. And to think, she'd been his ... all his alone, from virginity to last night.
Now, it was no longer true ... and he was to blame! The thought sickened him.
He turned away and started for the door, then paused, slowly looking back. "Y-You always kiss me good-bye," he said, almost childishly.
She stared up at him for a long moment ... then, slipped from the booth and ran into his opened arms. She clung to him tightly, pressing her voluptuous body tight against his and feeling his hands move down to cup her warm, rounded buttocks through the sheer material of her gown. He kissed her passionately and she slipped her tiny tongue into his mouth. They clung that way for a moment, until finally he drew away and looked down at her.
"Is-Is that really what you want, Dolo ... the Pendulums, I mean...?"
"It's what you wanted, Darling. I merely acclimated myself to it. Now ... now, it's what I want, too."
"Are you sure."
"
"Yes, Tony," she whispered softly. "It's what I want, but I'm sorry we fought about it. I love you, Darling."
"Oh Christ ... I love you so much, Baby!" he gasped, kissing her again. Then, raising his head once more: "Do ... are you going to call Russ Payne ... the way we planned?"
"Yes. Later this morning."
"Are you sure you want to? Have you thought it all over, Baby?" he tried.
"Darling ... I've been thinking about it ever since I first met you. I never dreamed I could do the things I did at that little party last night ... but I can ... and I liked them, Sweetheart, just the way you said I would. You were right and I was wrong. Variety is the spice ... and all that well taken nonsense. Yes, Tony, I want to and I'm going to ... I-I just can't help myself. It's all so much more exciting than this little Boston-girl had ever imagined."
"And me? What about me, Dolo?" he questioned, obviously apprehension choking his voice.
"You, my sweet...? I love you, and always will. You're the nearest and dearest thing to my heart ... and when all else, everything and everyone is just a memory, you'll be beside me ... if you want me the way you've made me.... "
She looked up at him, her striking beauty intoxicating him momentarily. Christ, if he could only carry her into bed and make love to her at that very, very instant, with none of the stigma from the night before blotting, smearing, destroying the enchantment of what they'd had together.
He drew away from her, the pain of his foolish and greedy past-lust like a knife in his heart at that moment. Christ, he was a replica of Dr. Frankenstein! He'd created a monster and toiled secretly to give it life. Well, he'd been successful! The monster lived! The electrifying jolts from the lightning of forbidden sex had spawned new and wild desirous life inside the enchanting creature! And God almighty, what was to come ... short of the ultimate destruction of both of them?
* * *
Russ Payne liked to be in his office at eight o'clock in the morning, even when he'd slept in his car on a remote beach some where between San Clemente and San Diego the night before. As long as one lived, he should follow intelligent, routine, he'd always felt. But he was pleased that his secretary hadn't arrived and he'd had time to shave and shower, don a fresh shirt and pour himself a blast. When she brought in his coffee he was behind his desk smiling, and then Heather had called.
"I-I had no idea you were home," he said, elated at the thought.
"I was home early ... hoping to find you, but you were gone ... and you didn't stay at the club," she said softly, her voice like a tonic to his ears.
"I ... I took a room at a motel ... didn't want to sleep there without you, Darling," he lied, his whole inner self swelling joyously at every word she spoke. "But you were supposed to be in L.A. a few days.... "
"I missed you too much, Lover," she half-whispered, the sibilance of her voice in his ear like an elixir to him.
"I ... I'm sorry Baby, I didn't know," he said, looking up to see the sun streaming into his window for the first time. "What're you doing now?"
"Stella just brought me breakfast. Want to come home and eat with me?" she teased.
He laughed. Christ, he couldn't remember feeling so buoyantly wonderful. "Tonight, Darling," he whispered back at her, playing her game, his massive rod of flesh stretching in his pant-leg, even as he realized the limitations the powers had afflicted him with. But just the knowing that she was there ... had been there ... last night was enough!
"I don't know whether ... I can wait, Darling," she was saying into his ear. "I missed you so.... "
He chuckled heartily, proudly, swiveling back in his chair, his broad, handsome smile filled with the rapture of his soul. "Baby ... Baby," he teased. "You were only gone a day ... not even that...."
"It doesn't matter! I missed you, Russ ... I did! Please ... please, come home early?"
There was something in her words ... no, not her words, but the level of her voice ... yes, her words, too! Something, something! "All right, Angel, I'll be home early. ... We'll do nice things ... eh?"
"Oh yes, Baby ... nice things."
"I love you Doll."
"And I love you, my Darling.... "
His secretary brought his mail but he didn't want to read it. Young Hamilton came in carrying large posters, but he couldn't put his mind to them. He'd suggested the lad come back later in the afternoon when he was more in a mood for approving new programs, and then he'd watched him almost slump away out of his office, and that bothered him. Hamilton was good, in fact, one of the rare ones in the game. He hadn't meant to discourage him ... shouldn't have, especially when he appeared so dragged. Poor kid, he'd probably set up half of the night preparing his display....
He'd better look at it, he thought and was reaching for the button on his inter-com when he decided to go to the boy's office instead. That would really give him a boost, and he felt just like charging someone up this day.
* * *
Michele, in a provoking mini-skirt, sat on the side of her Uncle Ethan's desk. Knowing that she would, Ethan had arisen immediately upon her entrance and began pacing the floor for a better look at her enchanting legs, and she hadn't disappointed him. He could see all the way up between her legs, and she wore only a white little wisp of silk panty band covering her there.
Christ! She was going to drive him crazy!
"It's all set, Uncle," she said, half-following his striding moves around the room, and lighting herself a cigarette. "The Hamiltons showed last night in flying colors ... but I'm just the slightest afraid of dear Tony. Dolores is wonderful ... in fact, she's beautiful! But Tony ... I think Uncle
Ugly got at him."
"Uncle Ugly?"
Michele laughed. "The green-eyed monster, Lover. Mr. Jealousy. He wasn't looking too well when they went home this morning. I think he's got some old-fashioned double standard ideas, and seeing that wild chick he's married to let her hair down last night was more than he could cope with."
"You mean, Dolores?"
"Yeah, Darling ... Dolores. She let loose and nearly threw the party into a quandary!" Michele said, smiling and dragging deep from her cigarette.
"Dolores ... ? Hell I've had dinner at their home and never realized. ... She's a beautiful girl...."
"Whoooooop! Hold it, Lover. Let's not go overboard," Michele said with smiling countenance, while simultaneously her eyes narrowed meaningfully.
"Well ... I ... I've seen her, you know, being at their house. She is a pretty young woman.... "
"Yes, I know, Uncle Ethan ... and piss on that, eh?" Michele snapped, getting to her feet as Russ made his way back to his chair.
"Oh, for C h r i s t's sake, Chickie, I only meant ... " he started, but she cut him short.
"I know what you meant, Uncle dear," Michele advised sarcastically. "We don't have to go into it. Anyway, that's not why I'm here." She let her smile broaden. "You and I, we have an understanding ... don't we, Lover?"
"Of ... of course, we do. You know that."
"Of course," she repeated. "I mean, who wants to spend the last half of his life in prison?"
"All right, all right ... you've made your point!" he snapped, finding a wooden pencil to toy with. "Just why did you come?"
"Business, Uncle ... or verification of same. The lovely and seductive Dolores Hamilton will be calling Old Rusty soon. She'll try to make an appointment to meet with him at a convenient time and place ... extra convenient, I hope. She has her little camera and knows how to use it. The timer will be set; all she has to do is place it in a strategic position...."
"God, Chickie, I don't know . . , " Ethan Douglas said, a worried look wrinkling his handsome brow. He shook his head. "Look, what the hell do you hope to gain by putting Russ Payne in a spot?"
Michele tilted her alluring head cutely. "That, I think, must be your failing point, Uncle darling ... no imagination," she said, then breathed a long sigh. "But it's quite simple, really. You see, I intend to place the sweet old man in such a position with the lurid pictures we'll have of him, his lovely Heather, and the Hamiltons, that he'll be happy to listen to any proposition I have to offer ... or else be completely destroyed in Rand-Harbor ... his pet philanthropy."
"Christ, Chickie ... you wouldn't do that...?"
"Ahhh, I not only would, Darling, but I will ... unless he agrees to my deal," she replied sharply.
Ethan stared at her, no longer surprised at anything she said, but none the less panicky at her methods. "Wh-What deal...?" he heard himself ask hesitantly.
The luscious young beauty continued to smile. "He's going to sell Payne-Douglas to me, Uncle Ethan ... but at my price ... and I intend to have all the papers ready for him to sign. He'll have no time to fidget or think about it ... not if his and his precious Heather's reputation mean a damn to him.
"Oh, Christ!" Ethan Douglas blurted. "I don't know, Michele.... "
"You don't have to know, Darling," she stopped him short. "That's my department."
"But ... but what makes you think Russ'll have anything to do with Dolores Hamilton?"
She laughed. "I might've asked the same question before last night, Uncle doll ... in fact, it did bother me a little. But then, I saw her au naturel ... and wanting. ... Wow. ... Besides, that too, is my problem. Yours is simply taking care of my little bodily wants and needs, Baby."
Ethan Douglas swallowed tightly as he studied his voluptuous niece with fixed, worried eyes. "What about Hamilton ... Tony, I mean?"
"There you go, Darling," she said laughing. "You're in the wrong department again. Why worry about it? Oh well, all right. ... While my little Dolores is seducing the benevolent Mr. Payne to our advantage, getting her pictures and whatever, her greedy young husband will be making the angry approach to Heather and accusing her lecherous husband of carrying on with his beloved wife, et cetera ... one thing leading to another until, whamo, Lover, right in the old sack, eh?"
"Christ!" Ethan gasped, getting from his chair again. Abruptly, he felt nauseous, but he knew there wasn't a goddamned thing he could do about any of it. Hell, it was his neck too!
He hadn't truly gotten over last night's shocker yet, and now to see her swagger about his office with such cold-blooded confidence frightened the hell out of him. Shit, maybe he'd be better off in prison! Dammit, she was such a delicious creature! He loved her ... as sinful as it might be, he did! God knows, he didn't want to, but he couldn't help himself! He knew he'd do whatever she asked; he was lost ... completely lost!
"I'm leaving now, Angel ... but I'll be there when you come home ... and we'll play awhile," she said, moving around his desk and leaning over him where he'd just fallen back into his chair. "I'll have your martinis all ready for you, Baby. ... Now, just you look after things here and don't worry, eh?"
He couldn't take his eyes off her. Finally, he nodded and she kissed his forehead with moist, open lips.
Hell, there was no use in trying to fight it, he thought. He just couldn't help himself!
* * *
Russ Payne never arrived at Tony Hamilton's office. In route, he saw Michele Douglas enter her uncle's chamber and followed, hoping to say hello to her. It'd been sometime since he'd seen his dead partner's daughter and he'd always held a fondness for her.
Ethan's secretary had stepped out, so he'd approached the door to the room beyond, noticing that it wasn't completely closed, then paused when he heard his pet nickname being used by this lovely young girl whose interest and welfare concerned him. "Old Rusty" she had said, and with a certain acridity of tone that stung him bitterly. Momentarily, he paused, waited and listened....
CHAPTER 7
It was an irate and scheming Russell Payne who drove rapidly toward his home at mid-afternoon. He spent the remainder of the morning, his luncheon period, and the first two-hours of the P.M. rehashing in his mind the conversation he'd overheard between Ethan and Michele Douglas, nursing stimulating doses of bourbon and soda and growing more enraged with every passing minute. At first, the pointed meaning of their sordid little plot had made scant sense to him, but after recapitulating it over and over in his brain, it all began to take shape. Ethan had believed him about the auditors coming into the picture, had told Michele, and she, being the greedy little wench that she undoubtedly was, had become frightened of losing her inheritance ... hence, the blackmail maneuver.
That Ethan would stoop to such tactics had come as no surprise, but Michele...? It was difficult to believe ... almost impossible ... until it had finally dawned upon him that his dead partner's lovely daughter was not merely a dupe in the conspiracy; she was the designer! Christ ... the cunning little bitch! Everything he'd heard about her the last year or so was beginning to add up. He'd thought of it as malicious gossip, over the bridge-table, spiteful conversation of jealous women who were envious of her youth, wealth and beauty. Heather had mentioned this underground club where swapping, promiscuity and lewd carryings-on were supposed to be the prime activities, and that Michele was rumored to be one of the charter members, but he'd immediately passed it off. Hell, he couldn't bring himself to believe that such a circle existed in Rand-Harbor, let alone that Michele Douglas would play any part in it. Now, suddenly, he knew different ... yet it was still almost impossible to swallow.
As usual, the bourbon had helped, arousing him in several different capacities. First and foremost, it occurred to him that he'd been playing the part of the goddamned meek benefactor to his fellow man just about long enough, and in analyzing himself, he'd realized that he was a victim of a complex, an emotional abnormality that he'd let seize control of him ... and all because of the fantastic size of his useless prick. He had even taken it out to study as he sat there behind his desk, feeling a strange sensation of proud lust sweep through him for the first time in years at the massive spectacle.
Christ, he thought, it wasn't something to be ashamed of, but rather, a weapon to be gratified over ... and he'd bet his ass that any head shrinker would tell him the same! At fifty, it was as hard as rock, would snap erect at the mere thought of pussy, and he'd never seen the time when he'd been completely satiated, when the aching, throbbing, unbelievable rod didn't want to cum again and again. His whole goddamned problem had been his concern for his female counterpart, whoever the hell she might be? Heather, Lana ... that little whore, and a couple more just like her.
And that was the second capacity he had suddenly found himself aroused in. The thought of Dolores Hamilton, the luscious young creature, whom, he had suffered the intoxicating pleasure of ogling after and longing for on several formal occasions ... her voluptuous and enticing blonde beauty stripped naked before him while she performed an act of seduction ... had been more than he could pass off with his usual forced restraint. He'd sat there in his chair, massaging gently the huge length of solid flesh protruding from the fly of his pants, his carnal visions multiplying by leaps and bounds!
And he'd still been stroking it lasciviously when her call came. Christ, he'd damn near ejaculated right then at the sound of her voice alone, especially when he'd detected the added little husky ingredient of tone that was meant to provoke him. His mind had raced wildly. Of course, he'd be glad to meet with her, he'd said. Say ... his home ... that evening around eight? Wonderful, she'd replied, but making a strong point about privacy. No worry there, he had assured her, fondling his swollen-headed cock as he talked, and immediately catching the extra sultry note in her voice when she'd said good-bye.
The little bitch! The absolutely provocative, salacious little bitch! Seduce him, would she? Compromise him, eh? All right ... and he'd just let her, for that was now part of his own counterplot ... but there were other things to be done, first.
He thought of these presently as he raced the Caddy toward their luxurious home. He wasn't drunk, but damned if he didn't feel goddamned good ... good over his sudden analysis of himself ... delighted with his retaliatory plans ... and trenchantly lustful at what he had in mind to do for the rest of the afternoon!
He'd found Heather in the pool, stretched out on an inflated plastic float, stomach down, and sunning herself. She wore only the briefs of a bikini, a large-brimmed straw hat and sun-shades.
"Darling, you are early," she said, lifting her head and removing the dark glasses, her lovely face broadening in a welcomed smile of warmth. "I didn't expect to see you before five at the earliest."
She began to paddle toward him and he could see the magnificent mounds of her proud white breasts pressing into the reflecting yellow of the soft plastic, his heavy rod that had never deflated, still bucking against his pant-leg.
"I couldn't wait," he said, kneeling to help her when she was close enough to take her hands, raising her up and letting his eyes lock upon the complete, unimpeded sight of her full, erect breasts as they danced and swayed to their strenuous movements. He brought her up to the deck and she smiled beautifully into his face, her arms going around his neck, her lovely strong breasts flattening against the material of his suit-coat.
"Oh, Darling ... I missed you so last night," she whispered, brushing his mouth with her soft, moist lips.
Russ smiled down at her, then, he kissed her tenderly. After, he raised his head and said: "I'd say it didn't work out for you, then."
Heather didn't answer right away; instead, she studied him, her eyes searching his, an empty sensation filling her belly. "I-I don't know what you mean, Darling? Work out...?"
He chuckled lightly. He couldn't remember when he'd felt better ... more in control of himself, his life ... their future. "It's okay, Baby," he said softly. "I understand ... and I'm not probing. There's no time left in our lives for that stupid nonsense. We've got other mountains to climb, and confrontations to thwart. In other words, Angel, we're going to start eating that illusive apple."
Heather felt the tiny puzzled lines creasing her forehead. She had no idea what he was talking about, except his very first statement about it not working out, and that had frightened her. Had he somehow found out about Dan Reynolds? God knows, he was resourceful enough; she'd die if he had! But then, he'd only laughed, and suddenly his big warm hands were caressing her back and the softness of her buttocks, beautifully, exciting her as only he could, while he talked about mountains, confrontations and apples. She felt him maneuvering her to his side, his strong arm circling her waist and his hand raising to cup one naked breast delightfully.
She chanced a smile up at him. "Why did you come home so early?"
"To make love to you ... to make plans with you ... and to start a new and full life," he said meaningfully, walking her toward the house.
He was talking in riddles, a particular, confident lilt to his voice that she couldn't remember ever having heard before; but there was something about it that was intriguing ... just as there was an enchanting sensation of delight playing inside her at the way he was caressing her breast, kneading and fondling it, rolling the tiny hardened nipple between his finger and thumb lustfully. She caught a glance at the front his trousers and saw his swollen protrusion there. Another chill rippled through her. No question, he was going to make love to her.
In their bedroom, she asked: "Would you like a drink, Darling."
"Would you?"
"Yes ... I think so. This looks awfully much like it might last awhile," she said, raising her lips to be kissed.
He did, clutching her to him almost harshly. He rammed his tongue down into the delicate delight of her mouth and she sucked at it and nipped with her tiny teeth hungrily. After, she let free a heavy sigh as she clung to him, feeling the beautiful immenseness of his hardening penis inside his pants.
"Darling. ... Darling, I love you so," she whispered hotly. "Please ... get undressed while I make our drinks. I want to kiss it so badly...."
"No kisses there this afternoon, Baby," he answered her in a like whisper. "I'm going to fuck you! And you're going to take it! All of it! Then, we've got some very intricate plans to discuss. But first, I want you to call Ethan Douglas and invite him and Michele here this evening. And don't take no for an answer. Tell him it's of the utmost importance they be here ... hmmmm, someplace around ten o'clock, I should imagine...."
Heather let free of him and stepped back. "Darling, I don't understand...."
"Never mind that shit! Just do as I say! Call him!"
The harshness of his words had taken her back another step. She gaped at him in utter surprise; she couldn't remember him ever having spoken to her in such a manner.
"All-All right, Darling ... I'll call him," she managed, slowly turning away and moving toward the telephone, but her mind was more engrossed with the other statement he'd made. She started to lift the receiver, then hesitated, looking at him. "Wh-What did you mean, Darling...? You said, no kissing ... that you were going to..."
"Exactly," Russ replied, slipping off his jacket and pulling at his tie. "I'm going to fuck you all the way up to the tits, Heather, my love ... my wife ... my darling! After near-twenty years I think it's time, don't you?"
"P-Please, Russell ... don't spoil it. I've been waiting for you since last night, Darling. ... Don't spoil it now...."
A charge of bitterness surged through him. Damn her, he loved her, but he wasn't the slightest bit fooled by her Los Angeles escapade ... yet he held himself from making further accusations that although guesswork on his part, he would be willing to wager were factual. They could only serve to strain things further, anyway, and he didn't intend for that at the moment. She was going to need every ounce of her confidence in him and their love before evening fell this day ... yet, he had to maintain the course he'd set and the manner in which he intended to follow it; otherwise, he might just as well take that walk into the goddamned ocean.
"Call him!" he snapped ... and she did.
Heather replaced the phone and walked to their own private little bar. The conversation with Ethan Douglas had lightened her apprehensive feelings, plus the fact of just knowing her Russ had come home early to make love to her. He was such a handsome, wonderful man, and she adored him so sincerely. She smiled back over her naked shoulder to where he was undressing and gave him the gist of Ethan Douglas' end of the conversation.
He hadn't wanted to come, but when she'd practically said that Russell insisted, he had agreed to be there with Michele. She had no idea what it was all about, but at that moment she hardly cared. Her mind was too filled with the anticipated delight to come, and she still hadn't rid herself of the vacuumish voids in her belly at the mere thought of him trying to do it to her! God knows, she wanted him to so badly ... wanted to be able to take his great prick inside her with all of her heart ... but she couldn't! It was impossible! There just wasn't a woman born that could...!
* * *
"What the hell do you mean?" Michele fired at Ethan Douglas as he paced their living room floor. She wore black-silk pajamas in a one piece arrangement of plunging neckline and goldish braid edging the extensive cleavage and the pleated bell-bottoms. A gold, metal belt of coin-like disks encircled her tiny waist, and she held a brownish cigarette between her fingers. "I thought it odd you coming home so early ... but now I understand. What did you tell her?"
"That we'd be there ... what else?" he replied, walking to a chair and dropping himself heavily. "She made her point, Chickie. Russ wants us there ... both of us ... and I'm thinking he's got the report from those goddamned auditors!"
"Ohhh ... relax, relax, Darling," Michele said, pouring his first martini for him. She came up behind his chair and held it down to him, running her other hand through his hair. "Mustn't get all uptight, Baby. We're still holding all the aces. Besides, I've been thinking about it. By that time, ten o'clock, both the Hamiltons will have swung into action. ... We might just be lucky enough to pop in on their show ... adding insult to injury, eh?
Visualize it, Sweetheart? It could just turn out to our advantage ... see what I mean?"
Ethan thought about it. The time element was right. If there were no hitches ... it could come off in their favor. Christ, wouldn't he like to walk in and catch Old Rusty with his prick buried in Tony Hamilton's sweet little wife, though?
"Yeah ... yeah," he said, still in thought. "You know ... you just might have something there, Chickie."
She laughed and walked around in front of him. Goddamn, he thought, she was absolutely lovely ... and she was working at the zipper in the back of her pajamas. He gulped at his martini.
"Come on, Uncle ... get down on your knees," she half-whispered sensually. "Your little Chickie's got an itchy pussy. She wants to be licked and sucked. Yesss ... that's right, Darling, down on your knees ... now, let me see your handsome tongue licking between my thighs....
* * *
Heather was surprised when he only let her kiss it and lick it for a short moment. She'd drawn him down onto the bed, spread his legs and crawled between them, grasping his massive shaft with both hands, her eyes staring at his tremendous balls in an amazement she could never fully cope with. They seemed to grow larger each time she saw them, larger and more beautiful. His spread muscular thighs, the curly greying hair that matted his pelvis like a feathery pillow, the huge and god-like cock growing out of his pelvis with its massive sac beneath, all were like a soothing ointment to her adulterous conscience. With both hands, she extracted the dark-red glans of his prick from the heavy foreskinned sheath, drawing it down slowly away from the spongy glistening flesh of its mushroomed head, her eyes planted desirously on the tiny drops of cum-like liquid oozing from its split tip, and excitedly, she licked them away.
Oh God, how she loved him! And she'd betrayed him, too! What lowly thing could she do to prove to him and herself ... to anyone in the whole world that she loved him with all of her heart? What? Eat and drink his sperm? Lick and suck his balls? Anything...! Anything...!
He lifted her easily, drawing her up and laying her beside him. His moves surprised Heather, but more than that, they gave her a feeling of being denied what she had to do.
"The pre-play games are over, Darling," he said softly, maneuvering himself between her legs. "The kissing and licking and sucking ... they're beautiful. I love them as much as you ... but it's time, Baby. I don't intend to wait any longer, or die without being able to say I consummated my marriage. I'm going to fuck you, Heather ... put every inch of this prick into you ... and then, when you're loving it to no end, I'm going to tell you what's in store for us from tonight on."
Heather heard only the part about his horrendous cock entering her. She tried to laugh, to make light of it as in the past, but she couldn't. She'd read the determined look in his eyes.
"L-Lover ... Darling ... you know you can't ... don't you?" she heard herself stammer, watching him fix himself in the proper aggressive position, his elephantine cock dangling above the defenseless split down between her open legs. "You're only teasing me, like always ... aren't you? I mean ... you know, Lover ... I can't take that beautiful thing inside me! I want to ... oh God, I'd love to ... but I can't! It'd tear me apart...! "
"Then ... it's going to tear you right into two separate Heathers, Baby ... because you're going to get it. And tonight, we're going to spread it around ... but right now, Angel, please try. I beg you to try. You're going to have it right up into your belly anyway ... it'd be better if you make up your mind to it. Besides, it won't let you down like the one you had yesterday."
"Russ! What ... why did you say that?" she gasped from beneath him, her lovely eyes wide and searching his face.
He smiled down at her. Christ, she was beautiful! Her dark hair was fanned out on the pillow and her almost virginal face sent shocks of sealed away delight soaring through him. Her breasts, so rotund and erect, so white with their hard, ruby-like nipples teasing him ... the way her ribs slendered in to her pinched waist, and the soft smooth flesh of her belly gradually becoming hidden beneath the silken black pubic hair that composed a natural, fluffy V at her pelvis; she was the same girl, no, even more enticing than the girl he'd met twenty years before!
"Take it, Angel ... take it in your hand and put it where it belongs," he said commandingly. "That's it ... place it right there ... right there!"
"L-Listen to me, Russell! You know you can't! You'll tear me wide open! Please, Darling ... I don't know what's happened, but don't take it out on me! I beg you, Russ...?"
"Don't beg! You're wasting your time, Honey. I've made up my mind. You're going to fuck me! If I rip you ... as you say ... then we'll tell the people at the hospital I was merely fucking my wife ... a logical statement, isn't it?"
"Oh ... oh, Russ, Darling ... please? And you don't have to be so vile about it, either. What's happened to you...?"
"Was he vile about it yesterday, Heather?" he spat at her, anger flushing him at her words. "Did he use the word, fuck? Or did he just lick your cunt and let it go at that."
"Russell?"
"Russell shit!" he exclaimed. "What do you take me for, some kind of fool? Now ... Now, listen, Baby. ... I don't want to make an issue of it. I don't care! You understand? I don't care what you did yesterday ... but don't try to lie to me! If you do, we haven't got a chance ... understand?"
For a long moment she lay quiet. She held his great cock in her hands, both of them, their slender fingers unable to go around it ... held it aimed point-blank at the tiny mouth of her quivering vagina ... wanting it so badly she could scream with the need ... yet, chokingly frightful at the mere thought of it trying to enter into her. She lay with her knees raised slightly, her thighs wide-spread, his cock caught between her two hands as he hung on raised arms above her, the penitent thoughts in her mind of Dan Reynolds sickening her; yet she couldn't admit to the truth of him....
"Now, Baby,", he said, lowering the weight of his hips until she felt the nose of his prick-head nuzzling against her small, fearfully quivering vaginal mouth....
"Oh ... oh God, Russell ... no! No, Darling, please...?"
"Now, Baby! Now!"
Russ Payne's mature, educated brain reeled with what he was about to do. Mayhem was a work that had played in his mind for many, many years. And he might well be committing it on this girl, woman ... this wife he loved with all of his heart! But. ... But Goddamnit ... if that was the way it had to be ... then, that was it! They'd go together! He was going to fuck her! He was, if only this once! He was going to fuck her!
Heather couldn't help the resistance she realized she was defensively putting up at the small opening of her cuntal passage. She could feel the massive head of his prick there, snug ... and growing more so ... ever pressing to force the lips and entrance open further. Of course, she couldn't take him, she knew! What she'd thought was going to be an interval of love was about to turn into a horror. She had never seen him this way. He was almost animalistic, completely ignoring what they both knew to be true. He'd either found out factually, or surmised enough to convince him about her and Dan Reynolds. And now, he intended to vent his revenge as well as his lust in the one way he knew could destroy both of them!
There was nothing ... absolutely nothing, she could do! He was going to fuck her with his inhuman prick! And then, he bent down and kissed her and whispered:
"Hold tight, Baby ... this is it!"
She winced more in dread than from any pain at that point: he took the thick shaft from her hands, easing back slightly, and she felt the bulbous, blood-inflated head moving up and down, wetly parting the soft, dark pubic-hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt once more, and momentarily, she reasoned, hoped and prayed, that he was having second thoughts ... but then, abruptly, she knew his intentions hadn't altered. The tiny opening into her channel gave reluctantly, the tight elastic entrance offering near-virginal resistance; she held her breath fearfully as the impossible tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the expectant pain from the hard, cruel pressure.
"Aaauuuggghhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment increased.
Russ sensed a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful protest; he couldn't restrain the near-evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth and he shoved a little further, determined in his mind that there was no respite for her this time. Those days were gone; there was no backing off now, or ever again! she emitted another long, low groan of pain from deep in her throat.
"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhh! Oh ... Oh God, please, Russell ... it hurts so! You can't ... oh, stop, stop!"
He continued to grin down at her beautiful pain-contorted face, amazed at his feeling of indifference to her professed agony, while his huge cock burrowed by fractions of an inch further into her tiny vainly resisting cuntal passage, her whimpering pleas sending unanticipated sensations of sadistic delight racing through him.
"Oooohhhh ... God almighty!" she cried pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs ... and then, to her terror-filled amazement, the tip with a slight popping sound, slipped inside ... all if it, just beyond the coronal rim, and Heather couldn't hold back her choking scream.
My God! Her mind reeled! Her thighs were splitting apart from the continual expanding of the small, moist hole between her legs! She couldn't stand it! The torment was beyond human belief! His monstrous prick was going to split her wide open!
Russ Payne could barely contain the excitement his beautiful naked wife's pleading screams were bringing him at the slow, and never before relentless penetration of her cunt. He felt like a new groom on his wedding night, each whimper and writhing imploration adding fuel to his mounting lust, and again and again he flexed his hips with hardly perceptible movements to slip a portion of a measure deeper into her, until at last, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He'd waited twenty-years! He had to fuck her now, now, now!
He rammed forward unmercifully, in direct contrast to the meek and solicitous Russell Payne, who at that precise moment, gave up the ghost, lowering his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips simultaneously, and his long, bulky cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a tree-trunk, spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before it. There was no holding it back, until its huge rubbery tip battered hard back up against her cervix and she let off an earth-shattering screech.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh! My God! My dear loving God! You've ripped me ... torn me wide open! Ohhh ... ooohhhhhh ... stop! God almighty, take it out, take it out, Russell! Ooooohhh ... why ... why are you torturing me this way...?" His wife, wailed, screwing her lush firm buttocks down into the mattress in a futile attempt to lessen the excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed apart, flailed out in the air helplessly on either side of his strong muscular body, kicking and jerking in her agony as he pinned her securely to the bed beneath. "Oooohhhh ... Oooohhhhh ... Oooohhhhhh!" she continued to groan loudly, lying beneath him and completely stuffed with his huge prick that still held several unused inches in reserve, yet the tremendous throbbing shaft was sunk to the very depths of her belly and beyond. Christ in heaven! She'd had no idea it could ever bring her such pain, and abruptly she realized that all sensual excitement had disintegrated in the throes of her torment.
She hated him! And she'd hate him from this moment forward until the day he died! With one inhuman plunge of his bestial prick he had destroyed everything that had ever been between them! She could never forgive him ... never! In his jealous rage and warped desire for vengeance over Dan Reynolds, he had committed what was, for him, an outrage act of near-murder ... and the fact that she was still alive and breathing was only by the grace of God! She knew she was badly mauled inside, and that the lips of .her horribly expanded vagina were bloodied and torn. She could feel every ridge and wrinkle of his stallion-like rod of solid flesh inside her ... enclosed like a sword in the moist, tight sheath of her cuntal passage.
"Oh ... oh God almighty ... I hate you!" she hissed up at him between clenched teeth, her eyes damp from the tears of her pain.
"That's no way to talk to your husband, Baby ... not after nineteen years of his playing the meek and understanding little puppy," he replied, his mouth twisted in a half-smile.
"My husband is dead!" she spat. "You're not the beautiful man I married! You're nothing but a vile brute ... a ... a barbaric animal!"
Such vicious words being spewed at him from her tender lips that had never spoken anything but love-filled phrases of sweetness and affection were not easy to take, and for one brief moment a sensation of remorse swept over him, but he wouldn't let it linger. His brain was too filled with the carnal pleasure the partial length of his buried cock in the depths of her belly was bringing him, the lust-filled fermentations her clasping, moist cunt-walls were causing quickly chasing off all other thoughts.
Fuck! Nothing else mattered. He was finally into a woman ... his own wife ... and for the first time in his life! He couldn't hold back his proud little licentious snicker, but that, too, Heather misunderstood.
"Go on laugh, damn you!" she groaned, cuttingly. "Laugh and gloat like some filthy rapist! Vent your lust, animal ... and if you kill me, I'll still have my memories of last night to take with me!" And then, she bit at her lower lip, for even as she spoke the lie, she was sorry.
Dear God, have mercy! She'd never seen such an expression of vindictive hate destroy his handsome face. His eyes seemed to narrow in bitter ugliness, but then, too, he began to grin wickedly. Oh God, what had she done?
She lay in sheer helpless agony beneath him, petrified with fear at the thought and pain of his outrageously thick, throbbing shaft of flesh pressed tightly against her cervix, sunk unbelievably into the obscenely stretched split down between her widespread thighs. She had never imagined that he could inflict such degrading torment on her. There was nothing left between them ... nothing...! Suddenly, she sensed him beginning to move, she sucked in her breath, holding it in terror of what was to come! He began to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his prick burrowing even deeper and deeper into her, wedging and tunneling into the secret far reaches beyond her cervix!
"Oh ... Oooohhhhh...! Please, please ... my God, Russell, no more! No more! Don't kill me! I beg of you? Ooohhh ... I can't ... can't...! " Heather implored, tears streaming from her eyes down into the wisps of hair behind her temples. Then, she felt him raise his heavy weight up off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head of his prick was nudging far, far inside and up at the very base of her belly ... and slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her helpless body back and forth like a whimpering rag doll beneath him while he fucked furiously and unbelievably into her!
Her brain felt like a picture of outer space with all those tiny stars and planets whirling and spinning in confusion from his pummeling of her crotch; she could hardly believe that he was actually able to piston the immense pole in and out of her tight passage ... and then, it dawned upon her that her channel was truly acclimating to his abnormal size!
Russ Payne knew it too. Her whimpers of agony had lessened, and momentarily he wondered if he gave a damn! Take her adulterous memories with her, would she? Damn her delicious ass! Maybe, she would, but she'd never shake off this one either ... nor would he!
The feeling of her hot, moist cuntal flesh wrapped around his prick was a heavenly sensation he had never remotely imagined. Oh, he'd tried all right, thought he could conceive of what it might be like, but he'd been a dozen lifetimes short of the enthralling rapture. Now, the only thought pervading his brain was to get it all into her, every last fraction of an inch, and she could deny it all she wanted to, but her hot little cunt was stretching beautifully in reception to him. He knew he'd gone beyond all human boundaries, brushing by her cervix to bore right up into her very belly itself, causing her cries to soften into near-whining little mewls that emitted from deep in her chest.
Heather felt him lever himself up more strategically above her sprawled, defenseless body, never ceasing his chafing, punching, in and out motion, but forever digging deeper inside her, numbing, yet, stimulating motions that seemed to force her body to respond of its own volition, the surprising little sensations of passion beginning to ripple through her uncontrollably. She opened her eyes and gaped up at him; he was blurred through her tears, but she could see that his handsome face was fixed in an expression of sensual delight, his eyes looked down between her widespread thighs where his hardened prick was plunging into her.
Suddenly, she felt them for the first time ... his hot, hair-covered balls swaying down against her naked buttocks ... just flicking lightly, their wiry little hairs grazing the insides of her soft white ass-cheeks in exciting titillation as he tried to skewer more of his great cock into her. The envisioning thought sponsored a new tingling licentiousness to ripple through her, and automatically she raised her thighs, drawing her legs back toward her breasts in an effort to help.
She was taking him! She never believed it possible, but she was! His stupendous cock had stretched her beyond belief, gouged to impossible depths inside her cuntal-channel, where no one had ever, or could conceive of, reaching! But she was taking him! Her sweet, lover, darling husband! She was taking him...! Oh God, he was ramming again, the huge mushroomed head of his prick making way where there was no way to be made! It ... it was agonizingly beautiful ... pleasure and pain blended with a heady drink of the gods!
And then, they struck home! She felt his balls in their hot, velvety massiveness slap tightly into the crevice of her upraised ass, taunting her tiny anus with their masculine dominance, slapping against it, grazing it. ... Ohhh!
"Darling!" she gasped. "I-I'm going to! Lover. ... Russ, my angel ... forgive me! I love you ... love you! Oh God, Darling. ... I'm going to cum! Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... Darling ... Darling ... fuck me! Deep ... deep! Ooohhh, it's so beautiful. ... Yes! Yes, now! Here it cummmmmmmms!"
Russ couldn't help but smile benevolently down at her. He'd always be the understanding, kind and humane man, he knew. Besides, he loved her! She was his own Heather, and all of the anger he'd felt only moments before was quickly obliterated by the beautiful sounds of her erotic words. He might have realized that love ... at least, their interpretation of love, was founded on more solid footing than that which a scoffing remark in rage ... or, yes, even an adulterous infidelity could destroy ! Besides ... he was fucking her and she was cumming! They had finally discovered each other ... truly became one! Christ, he felt as if he might burst right out bawling.... !
And then, he sensed it ... the warm, moist viscidness drenching his heavy cock buried in the tunneled depths of her receptive cunt that he'd reamed for himself. She screamed in carnal release, bucking her exquisitely convulsing vagina up tightly on. his thrust cock, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, her head tossing wildly, while her new-born cunt throbbed and emitted wild gushes of hot, thick fluid spilling from between her swollen, hair-lined vaginal lips, bathing his prick, pelvis and balls in an immersion of salacious bliss.
Even after her peak had passed, she clung to him and he continued to fuck furiously into her, his mind a carrousel of ever growing lust and delight at the mere thought of their new-found ecstasy. She drew back her legs until her knees touched her shoulders and held them there with her hands, squeezing her throbbing, hardened-nip-pled breasts into dazzling, ruby-capped towers of white, velvety flesh between, whispering up at him and begging him to forgive her for everything imaginable from the day she was born.
Russ stared down between their sweat filmed bodies to watch her moist, grasping cunt slide up and down his huge cock with lewd fascination, the think pink ridges of coral-tinted flesh pulling out and clinging to it when he drew out of her, then the ravishing hole absorbing those same soft folds back again as it swallowed the glistening length of his prick racing into her, hearing and feeling the wet smack of his pelvis and balls battering against her delicious upturned buttocks. There'd never been anything before to equal it; even in his most lascivious dreams he'd never imagined it would be like this! And he couldn't get enough ... would never get enough!
Hungrily, he pummeled into her receptive cunt, pushing the unresisting moist folds of cuntal flesh again and again in rippling waves before the smooth, rubbery head of his thick, throbbing prick. Then, he began longer and harder thrusts into the seething channel, feeling its quivering moist walls clasping hungrily in a muscular rhythm around his swollen penis, her obscenely expanding hole slithering up onto it and devouring like a rapacious mouth its great length to the hilt. His balls danced and slapped into the trickling wetness of her widespread buttocks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly in her passion at the complete filling of her inhumanly stretched passage while he plunged and swayed and ground into her. Once more, her lovely head began to flail wildly as her beautiful mouth gasped in abandon ecstasy.
She was cumming again and she clutched at him wantonly while he hammered his great cock into her with near-savage elation. She choked and whimpered, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Christ, no man had ever known more erotic pleasure, he reasoned, enraptured by the captivating sight of her in the extreme throes of her sensual bliss ... and he wished to God that it could just go on forever, but they had the night's work before them, and he had to think of her, if not himself....
Yet, in his peaked lust, he continued to move frenziedly in and out of her, while she clung to him passionately, and with gasps of broken sentences, he told her everything concerning Ethan and Michele Douglas, plus the Hamiltons ... and what he expected of her. He even went beyond that to speak of their own future ... and minutes later she came again.
Twice more, Heather climaxed before he reluctantly unleashed the well of boiling sperm from his bloated balls, her last time at the precise second his bull-like spurts began to squirt into her.
She cried out in under him maddeningly, feeling the seething jets of viscid semen shoot into her belly to slosh insanely about, and she offered her enchanted crotch and cunt up to him in subservient receptance. Her head swam with lurid sensuality as the hot streams of his raging cum splattered deliciously into her, filling her to the near-bursting point with its sticky whiteness, and the warm pulsing walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the horrendous, jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth....
Afterwards, in all tenderness, he simply held her close to him and told her further of his plans, but his cock still stood erect and his loins churned vibrantly. He smiled to himself, realizing suddenly that his Heather slept in pleasant exhaustion ... and then, he concentrated on what lay in store for him in a few more hours....
PART THREE
CHAPTER 8
Tony had finished dinner and told her he was going down to the Harbor Club for a few drinks. He couldn't stomach sitting around the house while she dressed and readied herself for her little performance with Russell Payne, he'd said..."It's just too goddamned much to swallow....!"
Dolores hadn't argued the issue; in fact, she preferred his absence under the circumstances. The preliminary thoughts and plans of a seduction seemed akin to personal privacy, although she had reminded him emphatically of his role in their scheme, and that he better not get himself potted.
She thought of the pained look on his face as she stepped from the shower and began to towel herself dry. Poor, poor Tony ... he was so jealous that she wondered if he might not turn green himself.
"Dolo ... Baby ... are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?" he'd tried, biting nervously at his lower lip. "I mean ... Christ, Honey, do you realize what you're doing...?"
"Please, Tony, must we rehash it all again?" she'd replied, and a little short with him, she supposed. "I've already told you that my mind's made up. I didn't ask for this way of life, but then, I never liked sauerkraut either until my father made me eat a plateful. Now, does that answer your question?"
"Jesus Christ!" he'd swore, pushing from the table and bolting to his feet. "I ... I just can't believe it! And you're so goddamned cut-and-dried about it ... as if you were going to a cooking-ware party or something...! Look, I may be nuts, but I don't think you realize what you're about to do, Baby...?"
"Oh...? Well, this might shock you, Darling, but to the contrary, I'm very well aware of what I'm going to do ... and to be perfectly frank, I've been looking forward to it all day," she had replied calmly, raising to her own feet. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get ready. After all, Tony, let's remember that it's important that we meet the right people if we're ever going to get any place in this world. Right? At least, that's been your philosophy up until today."
"Damn you! You little bitch!" he spat bitterly. "I ought to beat the living hell out of you ... slap some sense into your head....!"
"Now, now, Sweetheart ... is that any way for a Pendulum club member to speak to his newly converted, swinging wife? What do you suppose Michele Douglas would think of you if she heard you talking like that?"
"Ooohhh ... fuck you and that lesbian bitch, too!" he'd rasped, balling his hands into fists in his rage then finally wheeling around and storming from the house, while she had stood there smiling after him.
Presently, she noticed her reflection in the full-length mirror and realized that she was still wearing the same pert little smile. Well, she had been nothing less than honest with him; she was looking forward to her attempted seduction of the handsome Russell Payne, although she had to admit there had been a certain queasiness gnawing at her belly all day. After all, she was still a long ways from being the seasoned little swap-mate that she intended to be ... thanks to her beloved husband.
God, she'd always be bitter about it, she knew; deep in her heart, she would never forgive him. She stared absently at the voluptuous reflection of her curvaceous naked body in the glass, then found herself sensuously brushing her fingertips over her erect firm breasts and down along her rib cage to her full rounded hips. It was almost like being injected with a strong narcotic, she thought, and suddenly waking up to find yourself addicted.
In God's name, she had never dreamed she could've committed the acts with other men that she had the night before. Tony had been the only man ever in her life to have intercourse with her, say nothing of oral-genital contact; yet in the wake of her rage at seeing her husband and Michele Douglas naked in the middle of the floor and engaged in the vilest of sexual performances, she had asked the one called Bernstein to fuck her dog-fashion, and hadn't hesitated a moment to take that other filthy hippie's huge penis into her mouth when he'd dropped onto his knees in front of her ... and then, to her amazement she had been overwhelmed with erotic enchantment ... completely engulfed in its bliss ... totally addicted!
Abruptly, her mind came back to the task at hand. It was nearing eight o'clock and she didn't intend to be the slightest bit tardy on her appointment. Throughout the day, she had carefully planned every step, all of which she had gone over with Tony at dinner, both to taunt him as well as actually enlighten him for his own part that he was to play with Heather Payne.
And now, as she dressed, she did something she had never done before in her life ... omitted her panties with all of the intentions of going out for the evening. However, she did choose a little longer skirt than usual, one that started just three inches above her knees, but underneath with only nylons and garter belt rather than panty-hose, her feeling of nakedness caused an exciting lewd tingle to ripple through her, and she found herself hurrying, a new wave of libidinous thoughts filling her stimulated mind.
* * *
A very charming dark-eyed Heather Payne wearing white lounging pajamas, greeted a trembling, if partially smiling Dolores Hamilton at the door of her luxurious home and ushered her back to Russell's secluded study. From the onset, Dolores was pleased with her practiced performance, never over-playing the emotional end of the distraught wife, yet careful to make her little smiles and nervousness appear forced and obvious. Fortunately, the nervous bit was coming quite naturally, for although the erotic desires and goals that had filled her while she was in the privacy of her bedroom had not lessened, being in the actual presence of the man and knowing what she intended to do had worked her right up to a keen edge.
"Would you like a drink, Mrs. Hamilton?" Russell asked when she was seated on the davenport, making no pretense at averting his eyes from her shapely, nylon-encased legs she placed at a demure angle that showed considerable of her full, rounded outer thigh, even when she looked up at him and pressed forth a tight little smile. Instead, he let his eyes move upward over her body slowly and deliberately, finally locking with her somewhat astonished avid blue ones. "Well ... would you?" he prodded.
"Why ... yes, I think I would, Mr. Payne," she replied hesitantly.
"Scotch, bourbon, brandy? What would you like?" he asked pleasantly, walking behind his little bar.
"Anything ... whatever you have," she replied, admiring his silken blue robe and ascot, yet surprised that he wore no trousers beneath. After all, he had known she was coming, and it seemed rather odd to her that a man of his position wouldn't be more formally dressed to receive a...
"Scotch," he said, smiling down at her and placing the glass in her hand.
"T-Thank you," she managed, watching him take a chair directly across from her and once again openly survey her legs almost lecherously. She couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling he was causing her and she fidgeted about, pulling at her skirt with what she hoped would qualify as an habitual feminine gesture.
"Now ... shall we get to the root of this little meeting, my dear?" he said, his half-smile never leaving his handsome face.
"Y-Yes ... well ... yes, Mr. Payne," she stammered, trying to remember her lines as she'd rehearsed them, but nothing seemed to be going right. "You see ... it's Tony, my husband...."
Abruptly, she raised her glass and drank in a deep swallow, then, lowering her eyes she began to nibble at a forced, quivering lower lips. "He's ... he's having an affair with one of the girls in your office, Mr. Payne. I-I didn't ... don't know what to do! That's why I've come to you. I'm about ready ... to lose my mind.... "
"Ooohhhh ... that's a shame, my dear,", Russ said, wrinkling his brow and pursing his lips sympathetically. "I certainly had no idea ... and I'm glad you came to me about it." He leaned forward. "But don't you worry about a thing. I'll find out all of the particulars in the morning and put a stop to it. So, feel better?" he said, getting to his feet and smiling.
The move, plus his response, had taken her quite by surprise. In her private rehearsals, she'd thought of innumerable questions he would no doubt ask her ... one thing leading to another until she would become quite upset, faint and slump to the floor, making sure her short skirt came all the way up to completely expose her nakedness between her legs. And if that in itself wasn't enough, she had additional little plans that were bound to incite him ... but here he had completely upset her plans, and she hadn't yet been five minutes in the room with him...!
"Well?" he said. "Was there something else, Mrs. Hamilton?"
"S-Something else...?" She stared up at him in total confusion. Wildly, her brain raced, seeking an opening, but nothing came. Her mind was a blank!
Then, he laughed. He took a step toward where she sat and stood towering massively above her. "Shall we stop wasting time, my pet?" he said rather than asked, his strong white teeth gleaming behind his smile. "I suggested we get to the root of your visit, now ... let's do that, eh?"
A little tightening emptiness gripped at Dolores' belly at the seemingly pointed meaning of his words, and the void expanded when he lowered himself onto the davenport beside her with hardly an inch separating their bodies.
"I-I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Payne?" she managed, twisting to look into his still smiling face and holding her glass between them.
He chuckled softly. "But I think you do, Dear ... and you can start calling me Russ now. We've reached that degree in our acquaintanceship."
"Wh-Whatever are you trying to say...?"
Slowly, he took her glass, his lecherous eyes never waving from the now obviously frightened expression of her own. "To put it gently, Baby ... I know why you're here, and ... it has nothing to do with Tony and some Payne-Douglas broad. You came here to seduce me into sex with you ... and in a little while your husband will arrive in a professed state of fury at the affair you and I are carrying on, but with all the intentions of seducing my wife. And he'll meet with the same warm reception you're getting. You see, we've been impatiently waiting for you, Baby."
Dolores gaped at him in stupefied awe, a chill of rapidly building terror creeping up her spine. She watched him pick up her small handbag from her lap, open it, and remove the little camera that Michele Douglas had given her. He smiled again.
"One of the most proficient tools of blackmail, eh Pet?"
Dolores felt utterly speechless. Of course he would have her arrested ... and Tony, too, when he arrived! Dear God, what had she done? Suddenly, she wanted to scream and beat her tiny fists against his handsome, gloating face! Damn him! He'd set his own trap and let her walk right into it ... and Tony was going to do the same! Oh Lord ... somehow ... she had to think of something ... something ... and keep control of herself ... mustn't go berserk...!
"How ... how did you know...?" she heard herself ask almost breathlessly, the sudden thought that she'd been betrayed adding to her near-paralyzed state of shocked fear.
He shrugged, tossing the camera onto the little table beside the davenport. "Nothing very clever, I'm afraid. I overheard Michele Douglas discussing the whole scheme with her uncle this morning at the office."
"Sc-scheme?" Dolores repeated, beginning to shake her head slowly. "N-No ... it was hardly that, Mr. Payne," she said, running her little pink tongue over her petulant lips nervously. "It-it wasn't very nice, maybe ... but there was no evil intent, I swear it ... honest! It was my ... our initiation requirement ... Tony's and mine. ... And we had to have the pictures to prove we did it.... "
"So. ... That's how she worked it," Russ said, more to himself than to her. His smile remained. "That would be initiation into the wife-swapping club they call the Pendulums?" She nodded, wide-eyed, unable to control the trembling that had seized hold of her. "Well, I believe you were being used for a little more than that, Pet, but we won't waste time talking about it, eh?"
"I-I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Payne," Dolo tried. "C-Can you forgive me...? I've been a fool ... a sluttish fool...!"
"Forgive you...?" Russ repeated, his grin broadening lecherously. "What's to forgive? Frankly, the lusty thought of such a voluptuous, enchanting girl as you enticing me into carnal acts ... well, to say the least, Honey, it doesn't upset me one bit. You're very lovely, you know, and it's difficult to think of any red-blooded male not wanting to fuck you."
The sound of the lewd word and the actual sight of his handsome mouth forming it sent a wave of confused emotions racing through Dolores. Although the fermentations she had been experiencing all day at the thought of seducing this man into making carnal love to here were far from dead embers, the last few minutes of being shocked and fear-stricken had not only destroyed all desires to go through with it, but had jolted her with the sudden realization that her wanton plans had been nothing more than a revengeful act against her husband!
"P-Please...? she heard herself say, "I love my husband, Mr. Payne.... "
"Russ," he interrupted softly, raising her glass to his lips and drinking.
"A-All right ... Russ. ... Now ... may I leave...?" she half-whispered.
"Leave...? Before we fuck, Honey?"
Once more, the salacious word caused mixed sensations inside her, but her fear and concern for Tony as well as her love for him predominated; nor could she help the wave of anger that surged through her at the thought of her husband's employer speaking to her so vilely.
"Must you use that filthy word?" she snapped, making an effort toward getting to her feet, but not surprised when he gently caught her wrist, restraining her.
"That's a love-word, Baby," he said, drawing her slowly back into the corner of the davenport and pressing toward her as she cringed back from him. "Fuck ... suck ... cock ... cunt," he whispered, moving her glass around to the table behind her, then bringing that same hand warmly to smooth over her back, "all love-words, my pet ... words I'm sure you're familiar with.... "
She was trapped! Completely and hopelessly trapped in a ridiculous web of her own making!
Oh God, Tony, Tony! Please come ... hurry! I've been a fool ... a whorish little fool!
"Oh ... please don't!" she whimpered. "Please, Mr. ... Russ ... let me go." She made another small effort to free herself, but it was useless. His other hand moved around her slender waist, drawing her against him tightly. "Please ... please..." she begged feebly.
He kissed her, his hot mouth crushing down hard against the soft fullness of her moist lips, his hand that had held the glass smoothing down the bare flesh of her arm to her belly, then upward along her breath-swelling rib cage to her firm, erect breast and smothering it in its huge palm, his long thick fingers kneading and caressing while the breath seeped uncontrollably out of her.
Suddenly, she was trembling again with rekindled sensations even as the same wave of mixed emotions spread through her ... humiliation, anger, and a touch of shame, blended with the unsuppressable excitement of her newly discovered physical hunger. A tingling came alive between her legs at his powerful, masculine nearness; still she struggled, though not violently ... not hating him for what he was doing, yet hardly appreciating or fully giving herself to the pleasure of it. His obvious lust frightened her, and the fact that he had taken complete charge and was forcing himself upon her caused rage and humiliation to seize simultaneous, if only momentary control, still she couldn't ignore the resurrected vibrant sensations he had revived and sent racing maddeningly over her whole body at the gentle stroking of her breast.
Oh God ... she couldn't stop him, even if she wanted to! He kissed her again and again and again, his hot damp mouth and tongue caressing her lips and face eagerly. She felt the flimsy barriers that she'd almost desperately thrown up, crumbling as the hot, sensuous craving increased in her belly, and subconsciously, she slipped her arms upward around his neck, opening her mouth to his searching tongue.
She gasped hotly into his mouth while he pinched and rolled the hardened, erect nipple of her full breast through her blouse and bra, instigating further little electric-like shocks of excitement to swirl through her aroused, voluptuous body.
"I'm going to fuck you, Pet ... and you're going to love it," he breathed hotly into her open mouth, running his hand down her ribs and over the arched swell of her rounded hips and buttock. He let it slip down along her thigh to the hemline of her skirt where his fingers toyed with the soft, nylon-encased flesh. "You luscious little bitch!" he hissed. "You don't know it yet, but I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before your young life. . . "
"Oh ... oh God . . , " Dolores moaned, her brain reeling in the erotic desire he had fanned into hot flames with his magnificent hands, his lust-filled kisses, and the licentiously inspiring excitement of his obscene words.
Suddenly he covered her lips with his open mouth, sucking at them as his big hand began moving upward beneath her skirt, smoothing along the warm, silky nylon of her hose to the velvety skin of her quivering thighs.
"I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight little cunt of yours ... and hold your beautiful ass in my hands while I fuck into you until you cum a hundred times!" he hissed as she stared fixedly into his eyes, her breathing increasing with every lascivious, passion-building word that came from his lips. "But first, I'm going to lick and suck that little pussy until the love juice damn near drowns it. . , " he went on, then stopped short as his hand reached the soft silken hair of her naked, palpitating cunt.
"Oh ... oh...! " she moaned at the erotic contact of his hot hand with her already flushed vaginal lips, feeling it completely covering her sparse, hair-sprinkled crotch and spreading her thighs wider open to him, then gently smoothing up over the swollen puffiness of her mound to her quivering belly and back down to tenderly stroke and tease at her dampening split.
"So ... no panties, Baby. ... You really came prepared, didn't you?" he whispered. "And Old Rusty isn't going to let you down, Baby. No, he isn't. He's going to make you love him for what he will do for you ... love and beg him to fuck and fuck and fuck you. . . "
"Ooohhhh," Dolores sighed heavily, a shudder passing over her as her arms wrapped tighter around his neck in a sudden burst of passion that her aroused young body couldn't harness, even if she had wanted it to. ... Then, she felt his thick finger spreading the sparseness of her pubic hair and tracing the thin furrow of her naked cunt and she squirmed beneath it. Her arms fell away from his neck, her nails digging into the flesh of his powerful shoulders through his robe, wild sensations racing through her as slowly, he spread her moist vaginal lips and inserted his thick long finger to slip deeply up inside the smooth wet flesh of her eagerly waiting young pussy.
"Oh ... oh God ... yes, yes!" she whined passionately. "Do it, Darling ... make love to me ... any way ... every way ... ooooohhhhhh, I want you to so badly, oh God ... hurry! Hurry!"
CHAPTER 9
Russ Payne was hardly surprised at the passion-filled responses tumbling from her soft, moist lips, once he'd turned her on. Any girl who would come to his home with the single intention of seducing him into fucking her, regardless of the reason, had to be some kind of a little nympho. Even if she had suffered a few moments of misgivings and suddenly gone noble on him when she'd abruptly found the tables turned, it was quite understandable. Besides, he doubted very much if she was a slut ... more apt that she was a novice, being that this was to be her initiation requirement
... a novitiate who had quickly learned that promiscuous fucking was not only fun, but habit forming.
Christ, she was a delectable creature, all right; the heat and aroma of her warm, sweet breath was setting him wild ... as if he was not already charged with lust from the mere feel of her soft, velvety flesh and his long, thick finger buried in the depths of her hot, moist cunt. His huge prick jerked lustily beneath his robe, but he didn't want to spring that on her yet. Instead, he eased his finger out of her while she continued to moan, then caught at her legs, raising them up onto the davenport and wedged his shoulders between them. She spread them open wide as he bunched her skirt up to her waist, revealing the whole enchanting scene of her nylon covered legs and thighs with the thin strips from her black garter-belt fastened there, the white satiny skin of her lush, rounded buttocks with their deep dark cleft between, the sparse thatch of silken blonde pubic hair covering the swell of her mound and the flushed, pouting flanges of her hair-lined, pinkish cunt.
He felt his mouth water at the lust-inciting spectacle and worked his big hands beneath the soft, supple cheeks of her ass, then drew her down onto the cushion, the move forcing her little skirt up higher to expose the soft round bowl of her white belly. He positioned himself so that his face was inches above her naked loins and a waft of excited female odor swept up to greet him.
Dolores lay with closed eyes, her brain processes a sensuous pool of mounting, blissful rapture. She felt his large flat palms pressing hotly against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and her breath caught in her throat as she waited excitedly for his next move. A fleeting thought of Tony brushed at her mind but she drove it away. Dear God, it was no use ever trying to fight it again; she'd become a wanton, if, willing slave to the enchantment of sex. It was beautiful ... too irresistible for her to deny, and she never would again. Oh, Tony darling, you were so right ... so right ... so . . !
"Ooohhhh!" she lurched suddenly, feeling his hot, moist lips close over the soft mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed damp, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the tight slit of her palpitating cunt ... just as he'd said, his tongue flicking like a tiny whip at the soft, quivering opening. Every muscle in her receptive body tautened at each wonderful, pleasure-bringing lick at the crack of her still joined cunt-lips, while uncontrollable groans of ecstasy fell from her lips.
Ooohhh ... he was wonderful ... just as Tony was wonderful ... and those two last night had been wonderful! Michele Douglas would be wonderful, too ... licking and sucking at her cunt ... such a beautiful girl ... yes, yes ... they'd lick each other! Lick and suck!
Oh God ... it was so magnificent! She couldn't keep her hands from moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts to the smoothness of her naked stomach and coming to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing from where she lay and felt his hot breath against her soft pubic-hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread open the fleshy, hair-lined flanges of her slit to him with delicate, long fingers, her hands grazing his cheeks as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive, exposed flesh of her lustfully flowered cunt.
* * *
Heather heard the beautiful blonde girl gasp, and saw her twitch and writhe beneath her husband from where she stood in the back-hall, at the partially opened doorway to his study, the exact place Russ had told her to watch from. He had set the whole thing up strategically, rearranging a few pieces of furniture so there would be nothing to hamper her view ... and there wasn't. She was surprised to see that Russell hadn't stripped her, but the presence of the girl's clothing ... the stockings, garter-belt and bunched-up skirt above her lovely naked genitals did add zest to the whole scene.
She had been a voyeur almost from the beginning, and she had to admit, just as Russ had said, there was nothing more stimulating. God, her own loins and belly were alive with tiny fermentations, although she wondered how they could be after the magnificent fucking he'd given her only hours before. She could still hardly believe that it'd happened ... that he'd actually forced his splendid cock into her to bring rapture she'd never dreamed possible. But he had, and unmercifully so ... to which she would be indebted to him for the rest of her life ... and it was going to be such a beautiful remainder....
The licentious performance taking place before her interrupted the pleasing thoughts filling her brain. She watched Dolores Hamilton toss her wealth of long blonde hair back and forth as Russ' spearing tongue shot out again and again, its smooth flicking tip circling the girl's quivering, rigid clitoris. God, she could see the little bud from where she stood, like a tiny erect penis trembling erotically beneath his laving tongue! Then, he sucked, drawing the warm folds of her inner cunt-lips deep into the hot cave of his mouth, while his tongue would maintain its moral-shattering licking against the teeny nerve plexus between her legs.
Damn! It was almost too much to watch! Her own belly trembled libidinously from the exciting sight, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs oozing from her moist cunt-lips. On top of that, it occurred to her that she was still carrying her Russell's shirt and shorts that he'd discarded that afternoon and she'd picked up to take to the wash-room for Stella. Abruptly, she raised them to her face, hardly before she realized what she was doing ... then, she was watching and pressing the crotch of his shorts to her nose to inhale the magnificent splendor of his masculine dominance as she watched Dolores Hamilton squirm, groaning from deep in her throat at the hot, probing tip of her Russell's tongue working its way down and up the length of Dolo's narrow, moist slit, starting at the voluptuous girl's lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the secret crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks.
God, they were beautiful, Heather thought, inhaling deeply the masculine, erotic scent of her wonderful husband's earthy headiness, while she gaped at Dolores' smooth and white, round ass-cheeks. Then, she watched Russ' hands move down to the backs of Dolo's nylon-covered knees that were splayed out wide and obscenely back on either side of him, lifting and pressing them up over her half-naked body so the kneecaps touched her breasts, exposing the whole delicious flat plain of her open crotch to his eager mouth.
"Oh ... oh, Lover!" Dolores exclaimed.
Heather watched fascinated, her tiny tongue slipping out to lick at the cloth of his shorts, while the expression of lewd depravity contorted the blonde's beautiful face, her animalism obvious when Russ flicked his tongue into the tightly puckered hole of her pink anus, and Heather could see she was reveling in the salacious sensations it was bringing her.
It was then that the doorbell rang.
* * *
Tony Hamilton was half-drunk and he knew it. He wasn't staggering or unable to control himself, but he'd had too goddamned much! What the hell, he didn't give a fuck about that! The point was he had a job to do, and he intended to do it ... right to the letter! The booze had helped plenty. Before it, he'd been ready to try the friggin' carbon monoxide routine in the garage. Shit, there didn't seem to be anything left to live for ... but the liquor had churned his loins. Okay ... if that was what she wanted ... if there was no goddamned forgiveness inside her ... then, he'd play the game! Why not? The fucking bitch! He'd show her a thing or two ... what the hell did he have to lose now? And there was nothing to take lightly in the young wife that Old Rusty had teamed up with. In fact, he'd sniffed after her a few times at some of the formal occasions when the big-man had let his presence grace them ... followed her around and wondered how the hell such an old prick had ever landed the voluptuous doll. Maybe he had a corkscrew tongue, or something.....
"Well ... Mr. Hamilton, isn't it?" Heather said, smiling graciously.
"You bet it is, pretty lady," he snapped, moving inside without being invited, and feeling some ten-feet tall.
"Your ... your wife is here," Heather informed, moving backwards and never losing her charm.
"I know, Baby ... I know. That's why I'm here," Tony said sharply, just as he'd practiced it on the way. "You and me ... we're going to have a little talk...."
"Talk?"
"Talk, Mrs. Payne! I think we've got problems to iron out."
"I-I don't understand, Mr. ... Tony, isn't it?"
"What ... ? Why ... yes, it is."
Heather let her pretty smile broaden. "I'm afraid I don't understand, Tony...?"
"Well ... you will ... once we've talked," he said, his eyes raking her from head to foot and drinking in the enchanting beauty of her in her white lounging pajamas, the sudden thought occurring to him that she was probably wearing nothing beneath them. He felt his prick stir in his pants, and realized that he was not at all adverse to the idea of trying to make her ... after all, that's why he was there, wasn't it?
"Come into the living room," she invited softly. "I'll fix us a drink and we'll talk ... if you like?"
Shit, he thought, she was really something else! He'd never really looked at her in this light. Even without the booze, she'd be a prize ... but there was no use kidding himself. He'd never get to use the little camera he had tucked away in his coat-pocket on this gem. And he'd bet his ass that Dolo had fallen on her face, too. It was all ridiculous. Michele Douglas knew that when she'd given them the assignment ... knew that they couldn't perform, and was making it impossible for them to join the club. Well, fuck their goddamned Pendulums! He'd make it another way! He had the talent and he knew it ... Russ Payne knew it, too ... but that didn't matter anymore....
"Sit down, Tony. What will you have?" Heather said.
"Anything ... anything ... whatever you have," he replied, watching her full, rounded buttocks undulate provocatively as she walked behind the elaborate bar, reassured that she wore nothing beneath those pajamas. Christ, what an ass she had. And right now, he felt that he could eat it alive!
Goddamn ... it was all so utterly impossible. Someplace in this pile of stone, his wife was with Old Rusty ... not that he was too worried about that, but....
"Will pernod do?" Heather asked, coming toward him and holding out a small pony-glass. "It's excellent vintage ... the real thing, you know."
He took it, smiling up at her, his prick stretching at the sight of her full, unencased breasts dancing and swaying beneath the white material as she walked toward him. He said: "Where are they ... Dolores and your husband, I mean?"
"In his study ... why?"
Tony raised his glass and slipped away half of it. "I-I think we better look in on them, Mrs.--or can I call you Heather? "
"Please do?"
"Yeah ... well, I think we better make a check...."
* * *
Dolores had half unconsciously removed her blouse and bra, then worked the tiny skirt up over her head, while Russ continued to delight her lust-inflamed crotch with his tongue and mouth. Now, she was completely naked except for her nylons and thin little garter belt, her hands desperately entwining in his hair as she tried to manipulate his mouth toward the small, clasping opening of her vagina. He rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and heard her groan of pleasure, ovaling his lips and pressing them tight to her hole. He began to suck, alternating the vacuumish sensations with deeper tongue-thrusts that raised a low, guttural groan from the depths of her chest. He felt the velvet-like flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a nursing action of their own, as if trying to pull the invading member deeper and deeper into her.
Christ. What a wild and voracious little cunt it was! Shit, she was losing every semblance of control ! A minute or so more and she'd be ready ... if she was ever going to be ... but he wanted to be sure that her channel was dilated to its fullest, and that she was ready to beg him to fuck her before he unveiled his aching prick. Momentarily, he wondered if Heather was watching, or if Hamilton had made his appearance yet? But he didn't let his mind dwell on the thoughts; he was too lecherously engrossed with the delicious, pink, glistening feast spread before him and the massive throbbing pressure building inside his swollen balls. Damn, he had to fuck her and soon ... before his load backed up and drowned him...!
Dolores whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable bliss of his enrapturing sucking and licking of her genitals. She felt no control whatever of either body or mind. She was completely his to do any vile thing he might choose to her. Suddenly he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her entire crotch was a whirlpool of intensified sensation. ... And then, he was moving up over her! . .
She felt his tongue taunting her navel, and again moving upward, leaving a hot moist trail as he slithered along her stainy, white flesh until he found the nipple of her left breast ... and then, her right, sucking and raising salacious gasps of additional ecstasy from her. He kissed her, while simultaneously, he forced her smooth, soft thighs wider and wider apart.
Dolores clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought her so much pleasure, tasting her own excited cuntal secretions there and gasping with the forbidden delight and the lewd thought of it. Abruptly, she felt him removing his robe, and ascot, realizing that he had been naked beneath, for immediately she felt the brushing of what had to be his hardened prick against her thigh and automatically she reached down for it. He raised up higher above her and she clutched its heavy, solid thickness in her small hands, her fingers only partially able to encircle the hot massive rod, it's unbelievable size causing a spontaneous and apprehensive void in her underbelly.
"M-My ... my God! It's ... it's tremendous!" She jerked her head erect, her avid blue-eyes gaping wide as they locked upon the mammoth shaft of rigid flesh booming out from his lean, hairy crotch, and the herculean sac that hung heavily beneath. "Oh ... oh my God almighty! I can't...! It's impossible! It'd kill me ... tear me to pieces! You ... you know I could never take it ... don't you, Darling....?"
Russ didn't attempt to restrain the sadistic grin her awesome expression and choking words were responsible for. There had been a time when her obvious mounting fear would've throttled his desire, regardless of how ardent, but that was in the past, just as the meek Russell Payne was but a memory ... thanks to his luscious Heather ... and he smirked almost evilly down at her, raising back on his haunches so that she could better see as he began to lewdly stroke the stone-hard colossus-sized organ jutting out menacingly from between his thighs. He said in a half-whisper:
"Oh, you're going to take it all right, Honey ... every last fucking inch of it ... buried deep in that tight little cunt of yours ... until you can feel it in the middle of your belly, and taste it all the way up in your throat!"
"Oh ... mother of God!" Dolores gasped, shaking her blonde head in a sudden fear-crazed, near mesmerized state, while she stared incredulously at the lurid sight of his hand working the thick, heavy foreskin back and forth over the moist, purple-hued knob. "I ... I've never heard of anything like it ... let alone seen one half as big! Tony's ... even those last night ... they're big ... but ... but . . ! Oh please, Mr. ... Russ, don't do it ... don't make me? I'm not very big ... look and see for yourself! It's a small one...! "
"They're all small, my pet," Russ said as he slowly began to move forward, lowering himself once more, his eyes concentrated algolagnically on the growing terror distorting her beautiful young face. "But there's an old saying about them stretching a mile before they tear an inch ... and this enthralling little cunt is no exception, Baby."
He bent down and kissed her parted, unresponsive lips, and then she felt the tremendous, blood-filled head moving up and down, parting the soft blonde pubic-hair between the tight palpitating lips of her already cringing cunt, her breathing catching in her throat as she felt its little vaginal mouth pressed open.
God Almighty, she thought! It was so ridiculous! If it weren't for the utter horror that was to follow, it would be funny! ... like ... like trying to wedge a fence-post into an ant hole! It was unbelievably impossible! Oh Christ! What had she done? Tony! Tony! Why don't you come? Oh darling, save me from this inhuman torment...! "
"Hold your breath, Angel!" Russ hissed unrelentingly, snuggling the tip of his spongy cock-head tight against her fearfully throbbing little hole. "This is the moment of reckoning, the price of promiscuity ... and the ultimate goal you had in mind when you came here! Just hold your breath and give cunt ... because there's no way out!"
A tremor of horror passed over Dolores' voluptuous, obscenely positioned body. The beautiful and galvanic delights he'd incited in her belly and loins ... even in her enchanted little pussy, had seemingly frozen ... as if in suspended animation ... still there somewhere, but lying completely dormant ... petrified! Then, she felt him moving forward while the tight elastic entrance to her womb resisted; she held her breath while he pressured the huge tip hurtfully against and partially into her, pushing, expanding, stretching her vaginal opening until sharp little pangs of ripping pain became evident; she clutched at his arms in fear-filled, choking terror, coughing suddenly with the ever increasing agony from his hard, cruel insistence.
"Aaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she cried, writhing in resistance as the unbelievable torment increased. "Ooohhh, Christ no! Stop! Stop! Damn you, stop! You're tearing me ... killing me! Oh God ... please ... please?
He didn't, and then she tried to raise up, her hands pressing with self-preservation against his powerful chest. She screamed and he grinned down into her face when she fell back against the cushion of the davenport, her mouth moving but no audible sounds coming. I
"You little bitch!" Russ spat, but she'd already fainted. "Damn you ... you wanted it, and now you're getting it! Scream cunt! Scream for mercy...! "
Of course, she didn't; she was unconscious....
* * *
Heather could hardly believe that she would be so sexually stimulated after the wonderful culmination of fulfillment Russ had brought her only hours earlier ... but she was! Perhaps, she was some sort of latent nymphomaniac, she thought excitedly to herself as she led the way along the hall toward Russ' study. Her mind raced at the closeness behind her of Tony Hamilton, raced and plotted almost haphazardly ... knowing why he was there and his intentions ... then, it paused, presenting a question of its own! Why not take the initiative? Eliminate the chaff and get to the wheat?
She sensed the smug air of confidence gripping at her belly, and before her bedroom door, she stopped and turned to face him. He couldn't help his momentum that carried him solidly against her, and her arms were like traps circling his neck as she felt the reality of his solid, swelling cock dig into her abdomen. He caught hold of her with his hands at her waist, looking down, his somewhat liquor-numbed expression open and blank.
Heather smiled, sensing the extent of the liquor he'd drunk. Besides, he was wearing a somewhat belligerent attitude, indicating something ... perhaps that he and his charming little wife weren't in agreement on this escapade. It was a good guess, she thought, as she snuggled warmly up against him, pressing the contours of her uninhibited body tight to him.
"I ... I know why you're here, Tony," she whispered softly. "Russ knows, too. We, you and I, we can either storm in on them and get nowhere ... or we can spend some time by ourselves ... getting acquainted. It's your decision."
It'd all happened so fast, Tony wasn't certain that he knew what was going on. Suddenly, she'd turned around ... had both arms wrapped around his neck, and that warm enticing body of hers was pressing tightly against him! God, he could feel her tits digging into his chest, and her pelvis was making unmistakable little grinding moves up against the swollen hardness of his cock! He was trying to evaluate her words ... at the same time, wondering how he could fuck her right there! And then, the basic meaning of them registered--
"You ... you know?" he stammered.
"Yes, Darling. We know," Heather hissed, sticking out her tiny tongue to brush the tip of his nose. "We've been waiting for you."
"Waiting...? Jesus Christ! Really ... waiting?"
"Waiting, Lover."
"Ooohhh ... oh shit!" he fumbled. "Look ... it wasn't my idea.... "
"Don't talk, Tony," Heather whispered. "Just kiss me ... kiss me!"
"Wh ... Kiss you? Goddamn! Kiss you ... you luscious bitch! Oh shit!"
Tony hardly knew what he was doing, except that he held one of the most delectable females in his arms that he could possibly imagine. He kissed her, crashing his hot tongue into her mouth and finding receptive nibbling and sucking. His hot hands smoothed down over her waist to her extraordinary lush buttocks, kneading and caressing, hauling them tightly to him while he pressed the swollen protuberance of his still rising cock into the soft compressing flesh of her belly. She clung tightly around his neck, thrusting and flattening her full breasts against him as she emphasized her want with enthusiastic shakes of her head as her mouth sought his hungrily, her tiny tongue spearing between his lips searchingly for whatever might befall it.
"Shit!" he gasped again, raising his head and staring down at her, but at the same precise moment she'd grabbed his cock with her warm, soft hand through his pants, and for a moment he thought he might die.
"It's going to be a party, Darling," she half-whispered, working at the fly of his trousers until suddenly, he felt her soft, hot hand grasping his naked prick inside his shorts and pulling it out. "An all-the-way party ... but not like any you've ever seen . . , " she went on, uncircling her arms from his neck and beginning to drop down from, and before him, where his cock thrust out like a ship's bowsprit...."You won't be sorry, Darling," her words came up to him as she kneeled in front of him, both hands circling his rod and beginning to work the foreskin back and forth ... one easing back to cup his balls ... and then, he felt her kiss at its tip.
Jesus Christ! He couldn't believe it! The hallway was too dark to see what he wanted to, but suddenly he could feel the end of her tongue ... the very tip licking at the hole on the end of his cock!
Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! he thought. He had to be losing his mind! He'd blow his ass-hole right out on the floor! This magnificent, voluptuous creature was slipping her hot-lips down over his cock-head! She was sucking him! Christ ... Christ ... Christ! He'd blow his nuts right in her mouth!
He reached down and caressed the silken dark-hair of her head, then encompassed her cheeks with his hands as she began to move on and off his prick with an ever-increasing sucking motion.
"Goddamn!" he hissed. "Let's get our clothes off!"
She slipped off the end of his rod with a tongued, sucking action. He reached down and raised her up, then, kissed her passionately, searching her mouth with is own lingual member and trying to taste himself.
"In here," she whispered, pulling him into her room. "Undress, Darling, then ... we'll go see how Russ and Dolo are making it?"
He followed her and began to pull at his tie and shirt while his cock throbbed desirously. Then, her words began to make sense and he stared at her. She was slowly removing her singular lounging pajamas. He saw her magnificent tits burst into view ... her belly ... then, the erotic, hair fringed loveliness of her mound ... cunt ... crotch! Christ almighty, he thought! Poor Dolo ... poor Dolo...!
"I want to watch them ... can we?"
"Yes."
"I love her, you know!"
"I know you do," Heather said softly. "I love Russ, too! That's ... that's what makes it beautiful ... loving them and watching them fuck and suck someone else!"
Tony stared at her in her enchanting nakedness. Christ, she was exotic! He could eat her alive! Fuck her forever! "I'm going to fuck you!" he said suddenly.
"I should hope so! But don't rush it, Tony darling. It's going to be a long night, I'm thinking," she said, opening her arms as he rushed toward her, his cock spearing between her hot thighs while her breasts crushed against his chest.
"Wh-What...? What the hell did you say?" he hissed.
"Nothing ... nothing much. Just that it's going to be a long night, Darling. Are you ready."
"Ready?"
"To go and watch ... your wife and my Russell," Heather taunted, using the tip of her tongue in his ear.
"I don't care what we do! I want to fuck you!" Tony said emphatically.
"All right ... you can, but we'll watch them at the same time," Heather replied, clutching her thighs tightly together around his swollen cock, while she looked up into his face.
He was simple-drunk, yet he caressed her breasts and thrust his member tight in between her thighs while his lips played over her face. "I-I can't believe this is happening," he said thickly. "Me coming here like this ... you sucking my prick ... my wife in there with your husband fucking her ... the great Old Rusty ... it just doesn't seem possible...."
She kissed him passionately. "You believe it now?"
"I ... I don't know."
"You want to play peeping-tom?"
"Peep. ... Yeah, yeah, I do! I want to see it ... see her legs spread ... see her getting fucked!" he replied suddenly.
Heather laughed and caught at his hand, then let go to grasp his jutting prick instead. "Come on," she said, holding tight to it, and drawing him toward her. "You're really going to get your wish, Darling...! "
* * *
Michele drove and Ethan sat silently beside her. Finally, he found a cigarette and lighted it.
She laughed. "You're nervous," she said.
"I wasn't," he answered, drawing from the weed. "Why the hell did you have to invite trouble?"
"Trouble?" the chestnut-haired girl repeated with a smug little smile.
"Yeah ... trouble! Who the hell are those two couples you asked to meet us, anyway?"
"Top Pendulums, my love ... a couple of pairs of our best that I knew I could depend on. You see, the Hamiltons might blow it, but the Gordons and the Craners are stalwarts. They'll perform accordingly, pictures and all. But don't let it bother you, Darling. Try a little laugh ... because this might be funny before we're through...."
"I'm not laughing!" Ethan spat.
Michele laughed. "You're a coward, Uncle. Besides that, you're a profligate ... but I love you ... providing you remain a house-broken bastard. Anyway, we're almost there, and unless I miss my guess, it will be like walking into a Roman arena. So, get hold of your prick, Darling, because we're going to play the game right up until all of the pictures are taken ... otherwise, baby might find some cold, cold nights in prison. Are you with me, Darling?"
"I ... I hear you, Michele."
"Good. I wouldn't want my favorite uncle to bug out on an error," she replied, reaching over to run her slender hand along his thigh. "Those stinking prisons ... aren't they the shit, though?"
Ethan didn't reply. There was little he could say. All of his wasted life was suddenly like a screened panorama before him and he visualized himself walking the length of it, tongue in cheek, and then this girl ... this lovely girl coming out of nowhere to leap upon him and claw his face like an animal...!
"Look!" he said. "I don't care what happens...! "
"Shut up! We're here! The guys'll be here in a minute. If you want to talk ... whisper, Baby ... whisper," Michele said, slowing their auto silently.
"Please listen to me, Chickie...."
"S-h-h-h-h. Just relax, Uncle. Play with yourself ... or whatever your thing is! The show is just about to start ... because here they come!"
CHAPTER 10
A weirdly pleasurable sensation of stabbing pain down between her open thighs brought the first measure of consciousness back to Dolores Hamilton. The wild thought that she must be having a baby played illusively in the fuzzy recesses of her brain ... the way she was lying with her legs and thighs spread wide apart and the combination of agony and delight that she was experiencing within her unbelievably stretched vagina ... but she couldn't remember ever being pregnant ... yet, there was some massive body moving out of her ... but ... but then coming back into her again ... out
... in ... out ... in, brushing past the tiny mouth of her womb and painfully to her cervix ... and even beyond!
She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her doctor. ... God, he was smiling lustfully down at her ... and he was naked ... between her legs ... his hips and buttocks rising and falling . . ! He was fucking her! R-Russ Payne...! Oh ... oh ... oohhh! Suddenly, it all came back to her ... the entire picture ... his horrendous cock...! She'd fainted in fear when he'd tried to put it into her ... but he'd never stopped ... and now he was fucking into her furiously! She couldn't believe it ... couldn't conceive of her tiny, small mouthed vagina ever being able to accept his giant penis and she raised her head to stare down between them at the glistening white flesh of his monstrous prick when he pulled out of her, amazed when she saw his hips plunge forward and the thick and heavy rod of hardened flesh disappear back into her again, his bloated testicles smacking solidly into the smooth dampened cleft between her widespread buttocks.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... I-I-I am ... I'm taking it, aren't I?" she stammered chokingly, the mere thought increasing the pleasured sensations it was bringing her to overshadow the lessening pain.
Russ grinned down at her, but before he could speak, Dolores heard the voice of her husband say: "Jesus Christ! I wouldn't've believed it possible if I didn't see it with my own eyes!"
"Tony!" she gasped, twisting her head to see them kneeling on the floor beside the davenport. ... Heather Payne naked and bent before her Tony, her beautiful white, full breasts dancing and swaying as he fucked her from behind and they both watched her and Russ in their obscene performance on the couch.
At first, a wave of shock, then shame, swept through her, but they were only brief and temporary emotions as she realized that they were both actually doing what they had intended to do, seduce the Paynes ... although it was never going to be recorded for posterity, or the Pendulums either ... in fact, she'd even forgotten what happened to her camera. The beautiful sensations that Russ was causing inside her cunt and belly with his giant cock made it almost impossible to think of any other thing in the world, and now the lascivious sight of the gorgeous, ultra-conservative Heather bent like a slave before Tony, her lovely white ass-moons presented up to him and his long, thick prick slamming into her while they both stared at the licentious phenomenon of Russell's staggering rod of flesh pounding into the salaciously expanded hole between her widespread legs. Dear God, the sheer ecstatic debauchery of it all was near too much ... too much!
"I swear, I wouldn't believed it if I didn't see it!" Tony repeated, shaking his head. "The fucking thing is gigantean! And she's taking it ... actually taking it! Christ, my little prick must feel like a toothpick to you, Baby--" he added, clutching tighter into the soft, satiny flesh of Heather's hips and upper thighs.
"No, Darling ... oh no it doesn't!" Heather replied quickly; dropping her face to the carpet and twisting around to look back at him so that he could see the pleasure he was bringing her. "It's a beautiful cock! I love it! Oh ... ooohhh God, fuck it hard, Precious ... hard! Hard!"
"Give it to her, Hamilton!" Russ said, smiling down at them warmly, his own lust suddenly fired all the more by the wanton spectacle of his beautiful wife being fucked from behind by one of his own employees, while he himself pounded furiously into the tight young clasping cunt of his lovely golden-haired wife. Shit! Where had he been all of his goddamned life that he had let both Heather and himself be denied the rapture of complete, uninhibited sex! Hell, it was the whole bloody secret to happiness ... and as certain as his prick was burrowing a new tunnel into this voluptuous creature, he and his love were going to cram a lifetime of it in the years they had left together! "Fuck him, Baby!" he called down to her tenderly. "Grind that beautiful ass of yours back onto his cock! I love you, Darling!"
"And ... and I ... I love you, my sweet!" Heather panted from the floor. "Is ... is she nice and tight, Darling ... her little cunt, I mean?"
"Hell, yes! She's like a teenager!" Russ replied, beginning to sway and rotate his hips as he fucked into the deliciously stretched hole in Dolores' up-thrusting crotch. "Fuck ... it tasted like some dish of the female gods when I sucked it.... "
"Oooohhhh," Dolores moaned passionately, the unbelievable sweetness and beauty of her lover's tender tone as he mouthed words of love to his wife ... words of love mixed with beautiful obscenities, and her replies in kind, increasing her own wild bliss a hundred-fold. Yes ... yes ... they had love ... real and magnificent love...."Oooohhhhh," she whimpered once more, sensing the mounting pinpoint of pleasure rapidly building inside her belly as his Cyclopean cock hammered into her, his immense balls taunting her tiny anus each time they spanked it beautifully....
"Is ... is it good, Baby?" she heard Tony call to her. "Tell me, Dolo! Is it?"
"Ooohhh ... my God, Darling ... it's magnificent!" she gasped, tossing her head from side to side. "But ... but ... I can't talk now...! I'm...
I'm going to cum! Yes--Oh God, oh fuck it, yes!
I'm going to cummmmm, Russ, Lover! Oooohhh ... my Godddddd!"
* * *
Michele hadn't bothered to knock or ring. She'd gambled that if the Hamiltons were carrying off their assignment properly, there'd be nobody to answer their summons in the first place. Instead, she'd just walked in, with Uncle Ethan following reluctantly behind her, and the Gordens with the Cramers behind him. Only a slight amount of quiet exploration had been necessary to find them. She first found Tony's clothing in one of the bedrooms, along with a pair of expensive lounging pajamas that had to belong to Heather Payne. The rest had been a matter of room elimination. And then, she had silently opened the door to Old Rusty's study ... and there they were ... caught up in one of the more inspiring little orgies she had witnessed in some time.
Betty Gordon couldn't hold back her gasp of erotic surprise, and her husband, Joe, had quickly clapped his hand over her mouth, while simultaneously, Clint Cramer moved up behind her, slipping his hand up beneath her short mini-dress and wedging between her hot thighs to caress her naked pussy. With that, Joe Gordon eased away to leave his own wife in Clint's care, while he pressed his solid hardness against the full receptive buttocks of Maggie Cramer, reaching around her to engulf her firm full breasts with both hands, and she wiggled her firm, rounded buttocks back against him.
For a long moment, the half-dozen voyeurs remained silent, watching the salacious exhibition taking place before them while they massaged each other's cocks and cunts with hands and ass-cheeks, and then they heard Dolores' cry of climax ... followed by an ecstatic scream of release, and Betty Gordon couldn't contain herself any longer.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she gasped. "Do you see it?"
Maggie Cramer, an exotic, twenty-four year old redhead who had at one time filled out a chorus line on the Las Vegas strip, caught her friend's wrist and held to it tightly.
"Jesus!" she swore violently. "I've seen every kind of cock in the world ... but I've never seen anything like that!"
"It's ... it's magnificent!" Betty hissed. "But, my God! How can she take it?"
"Jumping Jesus Christ!" Ethan Douglas exclaimed, gaping at Rusty in all of his nakedness as he mounted the breathtaking loveliness of Tony Hamilton's wife, who, at the moment, was caught in the paroxysm of climax, tossing her blonde head wildly and grinding her luscious young pussy up tight against his unbelievable prick! And all of this simultaneously with the enchanting, naked Heather on the floor getting fucked dog-fashion by Tony Hamilton! Christ, he couldn't believe it! But more than that ... where in God's name did he ever get that elephant-cock...? And that poor little girl was taking it! Shit, he'd never've believed it of Old Rusty!
"Ex ... excuse me for not ... getting up," Heather managed to grunt out as she thrust her voluptuous ass-cheeks back harder against Tony's rampaging prick. "But ... but I'm sure you all understand ... Welcome ... and take your things off ... all of them. ... Let's ... let's have a party!"
Michele tried to hold back her group, but it was futile. The girls had arrived half-undressed and in seconds they were naked, both moving in close to admire and watch Russ' enormous cock working piston-like in Dolores' greatly stretched cunt. They dropped onto their knees beside the davenport, leaning close for an unimpeded view of the tremendous rod, coated now with a delicious film of viscid dampness from Dolores' orgasm, and they stared in covetous desire as it thrust into the unbelievably stretched cunt-lips and expanded vaginal hole in the beautiful girl's bucking crotch, lewdly fascinated by the sight of the thin folds of pink, hair-lined cuntal-flesh that clung to it when he drew out of her, then disappeared back inside with every vicious plunge.
"Oh God!" Betty Gordon exclaimed. "I want it, too! Oh Please, Mr. Payne, fuck me next?"
"I want to suck it!" Maggie Cramer gasped, reaching gently between his legs from behind to cradle his heavy balls in her hand. "I want to suck it first ... then he can fuck both of us...! "
"You can suck this first!" Joe Gordon said, turning her head toward where he stood with his long, thick shaft of rigid flesh bobbing in front of her pretty mouth. She didn't hesitate, but immediately lashed out with an eager tongue to lick away the semenal drops at its tip, while he skinned back its heavy prepuce and she slid her ovaled lips over the moist head, taking all of it that she could into the hot cavern of her mouth.
"Ohh! Oohhhhh God! I'm cumming again. ... I am! I ammmmmm!" Dolores wailed, squirming and writhing as if she were about to lose her mind.
"Shit! So am I!" Tony blurted, clinging savagely to Russ's wife's soft white upper thighs and hips, while she pounded her beautiful, spread-open ass back onto his jerking prick. "I can't hold it any longer! I'm sorry ... but I can't! Here ... here it cuummmmmssss!"
* * *
Ethan Douglas could hardly cope with the licentious, orgiastic scenes that were suddenly taking place all around him. He had witnessed and taken part in a few wild and wanton performances, but never anything like this, and his own prick had leaped into a lust-filled, hammer-hard ingot of throbbing flesh, and it was Heather Payne that he had his eyes on. Hamilton was just about ready to fall out of her enticing, moist pink slit, his beaten prick looking like a fat, spent noodle, and it was obvious by the way her luscious ass was hungrily rotating that she needed a man to finish that job. Abruptly, he began tearing at his clothes, as Heather looked up at him and begged him to hurry.
"What in hell do you think you're doing, Uncle?" Michele spat at him.
"I'm joining the fucking party, Chickie!" he exclaimed, throwing himself onto his knees and crawling up tightly behind Heather's still upraised ass-cheeks, holding to his heavy prick as he worked in between her full white thighs. "And I suggest you do the same...."
"Dammit! We came here for a reason! All of you ... you were to help me...! "
"Help you what, Michele?" Russ cut in, actually speaking for the first time since their arrival. He had eased back onto his knees, slipping his great cock from Dolores' still gently throbbing pussy while she lay in an obscenely spread, exhausted position, her lovely body shuddering spasmodically. "Try to compromise Heather and myself with pictures ... ? Is that what you're referring to...? Because if you are, Baby, you're wasting your time, and on top of that you've made one hell of a costly mistake."
Michele stared at him, unable to keep her rapacious green-eyes off the magnificent phenomenon of his still hard, glistening cock. "Wh-what do you mean...?" she stammered, watching Betty Gordon's two small hands eagerly stroking the massive rod from where she knelt beside the davenport, while Clint Cramer had lain down on his back and wedged himself between Betty's legs to where he could lick and suck at the flowered pink split of her crotch. And then, Heather was crawling forward toward Clint's unattended hard prick, with Uncle Ethan kneeing his way along frantically behind her, trying to remain coupled with her delightful cunt ... and then, she was there between Clint's wide-spread, hairy thighs and Michele saw his towering shaft disappear almost to its hilt into her beautiful ovaled, sucking mouth and throat.
Michele gasped erotically at the sight as Russ smiled first at his gorgeous wife, then up at the frustrated girl. He said: "I've known all along about Ethan's embezzlement, but I didn't give a damn ... and don't. I'm retiring, Michele. Heather and I are going to live a little before we get too goddamned old to enjoy it. In short, my dear, I intended to make you a present of my half of Payne-Douglas, in memory of your father ... but now....? Now, you're going to have to earn it ... if you can."
Michele continued to stare at him. She could barely believe the words he had just spoken, yet knew that of all things, Russ Payne was no liar. He'd meant what he'd said, and she, in her greed, had blown it. But ... but he'd also said there was still a chance ... that she could earn it ... and God, how she wanted that chance....
"Earn it ... how?" she asked softly, approaching where he still kneeled between Dolores' limp outstretched legs, with Betty stroking and massaging his cock in utter fascination, bending fo-ward now to lick its massive spongy head and get what she could of it into her mouth. Michele could hear her mewling and whimpering as she nursed it and reached down to caress his balls, while Clint Cramer licked and sucked ravenously at her cunt.
"You have a reputation, Baby, for being the swinger of them all in Rand-Harbor ... plus the founder of the Pendulums. Is it true?"
Michele couldn't hold back her proud little smile. "I suppose," she said. "And while we're on the subject, Russell Payne, I'd estimate that you have the biggest cock in Rand-Harbor ... maybe in the whole damned world by the looks of it. You're the perfect Grand Pendulum ... the leader we've been looking for ... if you'll accept...."
"Perhaps, I will ... but first things first, Baby," he said, eyeing her levelly, while he gently stroked Betty Gordon's long dark hair as she sucked and nibbled adoringly at his rod. "You'll have to take it. All of it!"
Russ watched her avaricious green-eyes light up almost wildly. Her brazen little smile broadened with eagerness. "You mean ... you want to fuck me ... and can I take it ... is that it?"
"That's it," he replied, gently pushing Betty Gordon off the knob of his cock and chucking her under the chin. "Later, Honey," he promised softly. "Right now, we've got a ritual to perform."
Reluctantly, Betty let go of him and Russ got to his feet, his tremendous shaft waggling out from his pelvis like a loose yardarm. "Get ready, Miss Douglas," he ordered. "This, we'll do in the center of the floor for all to see."
"You're on, Mr. Payne!" Michele answered, smiling confidently as she immediately began to strip, her excitement growing at an insane pace as she kept her eyes feasting on his huge re-hardened prick, and she began to anticipate the enormous pleasure it was going to bring her, little tingling sensations already stirring deep in her belly.
CHAPTER ll
Heather was only vaguely aware of what was about to take place in the middle of the floor between her husband and Michele Douglas. She was too immersed in the heavenly rapture of Ethan's thick cock fucking into her from behind, while she eagerly sucked at the newcomer's young pulsing prick, taking it as far down into her throat as she could with every downward plunge of her soft lips and warm mouth. Her brain reeled ecstatically, her body alive with sheer sensual delight, and she ground her buttocks back against Ethan's battering thighs and pelvis, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her quivering ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down the backs of her smooth legs. Oh God ... if only she could cum, she thought! If only it was her darling Russ' beautiful prick fucking into her back there ... she knew she would cum a dozen times, just as Dolores had ... and she had that very afternoon.
Tony Hamilton had disappointed her, and she was desperately afraid that Ethan would do the same ... but, as she tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever-expanding, wonderful young cock in her mouth, the constant thought of it shooting its white, hot, thick sperm deep into her throat and belly, satisfied her lust momentarily. And then, she heard Michele Douglas scream!
"Oh my God, no ... no! Not back there, Russ! Christ in heaven. ... No! Please ... I can't ... can't take you there....!"
Tony Hamilton felt his own prick jerking into a hurtful, solid hardness once more as he watched the preposterous approach that his boss was attempting on Michele Douglas. He had her flat on the floor, face down beneath him and was kneeling between her spread legs, his big hands pulling apart her lush soft ass-cheeks until the tiny brown puckered anal hole centering them was completely exposed to those who had begun to crawl close to watch. Dolores had crept down from the couch along with Joe Gordon and Maggie Cramer, their obvious lust peaked at the pitiful sounds of the lovely chestnut-haired girl's frightened screams.
Michele was beside herself with terror at the thought of Russ Payne trying to sodomize her with his inhuman cock! It was an absolute impossibility ... utterly outrageous! Nothing was worth being split apart ... but then, he was lifting her to her knees on all fours, back against him and she could feel its giant head pressuring against the small tight ring of her naked anus! She felt the muscles of his strong thighs tauten against the soft tender backs of her own as he strained forward .--. . and something in her proud and greedy, stubborn nature was forcing her to try and endure it. Then, his cock-head was worming its way into her there and she chilled with automatic terror!
"Oh God, please no!" she screamed uncontrollably, trying to squirm free of the blunt, pain-racking intrusion into her helplessly resisting rectum; but he clung to her unmercifully, ever-pressing forward as she clenched her tear-filling eyes tightly shut, and the tensioned, elastic nether-ring of her ass-hole gave way before the agonizing, relentless pressure, letting the smooth bulbous head pop salaciously into her. She felt his hands tighten their hold against her thighs, his strong fingers gouging into her tender, white flesh, and she clenched her teeth ferociously to help her bear the pain.
"Ooooggghhhh! Aaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh! Stop! Stop. ... Oh God! You're killing me!" she half-screeched, her face contorted not only from the torment, but the shame and humiliation of having to plead and beg in front of everyone to see and hear ... she, the founder of the Pendulums.... "Ooooohhhhh ... damn you ... you bastard!" she wailed back at him as he clutched sadistically at her hips, worming his cock slowly up into her warm, rubbery passage without respite, the strength of his powerful thighs pressing her forward until her face scraped against the rough carpeting, her ass held high in the air, buttocks spread open defenselessly, unwillingly helping his prick to enter in and fuck her there, it's throbbing head plowing the spongy, resistant inner-flesh before it, until finally with one last furious lunge that flattened her ass-moons against him, he had sunk the length of it into her warm, constricting channel.
"Oooooohhhhh ... ooohhhhhh God!" Michele groaned, hearing the little chorus of licentious audience-gasps as she felt his pelvis smack loudly into the softness of her up-thrust buttocks, while his massive balls swung hard down against the stretched open lips of her cunt below.
She gasped for breath. The bastard! The bastard! She was impaled in her tight ass-hole to the hilt, unable to move from the excruciating pain that was about to split her crotch horribly apart. Christ! Oh Christ ... he was making her earn his fucking benevolent gift all right ... but she doubted that she'd ever live to enjoy it!
"Goddamn, Russ! Turn her over!" Tony Hamilton blurted, getting to his knees and grasping his hot, jerking stalk. "Let me get into her with you!"
"Excellent idea, Hamilton!" Russ said, grinning evilly. "I always knew you had genius in you!"
"Oh God ... oh God!" Michele moaned, as suddenly Russ squeezed his hands tightly to her hips and rolled to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, raising near-shrieks of agony from her stretched, bloodless lips; he lay sprawled beneath her, her full, hollowed back tight against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his, while his enormous throbbing cock was interred in its entirety to the very depths of her bowels. She was helplessly impaled, as though sitting on a giant pulsating stake of ironwood!
Dolores Hamilton watched beside Maggie Cramer, who was fondling Joe Gordon's heavy prick absently ... watched her Tony crawl on top of Michele anxiously, forcing his legs between hers and Russ', thrusting her thighs even farther apart and grasping his stiff, convulsing cock to guide it quickly into the moist, spread channel of her open pussy.
"Oooohhh ... ooohhhh Lord!" Michele whined as it slithered right up into her, until Dolores heard his balls smack wincingly into the spread-cheeked crevice of her lovely ass, joining the other invading monster-cock poled deep up into her rectum. Michele whimpered loudly, both in the agony of the pain and from the debased shame of her situation, Dolo realized, caught sandwich-like between two lust-filled men who were impaling her mercilessly on their massive, swollen pricks thrust deep into her soft, young body, with only the slightest wall of tissue between rectum and cunt separating their rock-hard shafts.
She watched in a near-hypnotic state of building, lewd desire, suddenly reaching down between her own hot thighs to stroke her clitoris, spreading open her moist, pink cunt lips, and simultaneously gaping as Tony began fucking into the girl's flushed, damp pussy with inspired fury, while Russ' hips plunged up and down, lifting them all right off the floor ... in and out of her clinging and pulling, stretched ass-hole with wild, frantic strokes ... both men finally settling to a rhythmic tempo, and the dual-fucked Michele lay limp and sandwiched as might a paid whore, moaning continuously at the outrageous ravishment of her defenseless genitals.
Dolores' mesmerized face was but a few scant inches from the pair of glistening shafts ramming piston-like into Michele's obscenely overstrained passages, and her own passion-infused, lust-glazed eyes stared excitedly at their lengthy, moist cocks, damp from her cuntal emissions, fucking madly in a harmonious cadence into her. She watched the frayed, coral edges of Michele's pussy being extracted with Tony's prick on the backstroke, and disappearing back inside as he plunged deep into her belly. The same sight caught her eye with Russ' great shaft sucking down out of her, tugging the tight pink ridges of her stretched, defensively clasping ass-hole with it, then fluidly soaring back into her as he rammed upward until his balls were wedged again into the smooth damp cleft of her ass-cheeks. Dear God ... she couldn't stand to watch anymore without some relief of her own! She was going out of her mind with her own lascivious need...!
* * *
It was a thrashing and squirming daisy chain a few feet away from the central performance that was, with the exception of Heather Payne, about to reach a unison climax. Heather heard the whimpers of Betty Gordon and read them perfectly; she was entering into the first orgiastic stages from Clint Cramer's incessant mouthing of her cunt, and the reaction was causing his thick cock to pulsate wildly in Heather's mouth and throat, while behind her and deep in her cunt, she could feel Ethan's heavy weapon jerking and pumping as it began to raise his thick, hot semen from the vat of his bloated balls that were slapping solidly against her.
She might have been frustrated, but she wasn't. At least, she knew that eventually her Russell would bring her lovely release, and there was something beautiful in knowing that only he could probably ever do it for her again! And then, Ethan blurted a vile oath and she felt his pumping organ begin to squirt into her in long, sloshing issues of viscid, warm cum, his prick dancing crazily while he clutched at her hips and she tried to slam back her ass onto it for him!
At the same time, Clint Cramer's cock in her mouth signaled its warning and Heather began to suck it hungrily in wild anticipation, until abruptly it gushed forth its hot, thick load of white, pungent liquid into her throat, her lovely cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed greedily in flooding gulps, fastening her lips to tighten around the ejaculating shaft, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of his precious fluid; yet, she still felt thin rivulets dribbling from the corners of her tightly locked mouth as he seemed to collapse beneath her, his shrinking staff slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth ... and slowly she raised up to find Russell....
She saw them in all of their debauched ecstasy. Russell was on his back with his magnificent cock buried in Michele's young, tight ass-hole, while Tony fucked her from above and resting on his knees so that Dolores could squat over Michele's alluring face ... and she could see the chestnut-haired girl's tongue working furiously in the lovely blonde's widely spread vaginal slit. God, if there'd been a place for her there, she would've wedged in, but there wasn't ... and Dolores was already blissfully wailing out her climax. . !
* * *
The addition of the delectable Dolo to their party had truly set Michele off. God, what a beautiful cunt she had, Michele thought, her brain racing excitedly in her growing passion. She had tasted Russ' cum there, dribbling down onto her tongue as she licked and sucked the soft, velvety flesh, and the carnal salacity of it had virtually eliminated any pain she'd known.
Instead, the very helplessness of her position and the licentious mental picture of being used at every bodily entrance sexually had excited her to no end, causing a masochistic hunger to churn in her belly, and a low ecstatic moan escaped from her lips as Dolo moved away from her on trembling legs. She began to undulate her buttocks and squeeze with her cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, thick shafts boring into her, knowing that she was giving both of them as much pleasure as they were now bringing her.
She forced her hips back and downward against Russ' huge Pendulum cock raging into her now receptive ass-hole, and then ahead and upward to absorb all of Tony's ramming prick into her pulsting cunt in a wave of erotic and masochistic sensations that were lewdly saturating her whole young body. Nothing registered any longer but the two magnificent cocks fucking into her and she rocked insanely to their rhythmic attack.
"Oooohhhh...! Oooooohhhhhhh! Yes ... yes!" she chanted throatily as she continued to respond to each lunge into her genitals. Wicked and savage they became, as if punishing her, yet she gave them back in fury every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to groan in an unintelligible maze of animal exhibitionism.
"Aaaahhhhhhh ... yes! Fuck me, Darlings! Yes...! I can feel both of your cocks ramming into me beautifully! Faster, lovers! Harder ... please! Please ... harderrrr!" she cried out to them, urging them both on, the thought of their two great cocks slamming into her in unison suddenly sending her toward a whirlpool of lust. It seemed to go on forever. Vaguely, she saw faces above them leaning close. The ever-mounting erotic bliss ... the hands gripping and clutching at her while she was completely and helplessly impaled from above and below, was too much to endure any longer! Her brain reeled ... nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of carnal rapture about to burst inside her!
"Now! Now! Now!" she choked. "Please ... together ... cum in me! Fill me! Oh Fuck! Huuurrrrrryyyyyy! Now! I'mcuummmmiinnggg!" ummmmmmmimnnnnnggggg!"
And then, Russ, with his super-controlled orgasmic responses, clutched at her erect, full breasts tenderly and shot his gigantic prick deep up into her grasping rectum, whispering at the same time into her.
Michele felt his hot, seething cum squirt deep up into her back passage, bringing on her own orgasm in a wild crescendo and sending delicious spasms of sensation rocketing through her; she could feel every contraction of his master-cock as it jerked out its load of boiling white cream, deep, deep up into her convulsing bowels and on up further into her breasts; then, Tony grunted and cursed as she drew her thighs back as high as she could, her breath heaving from her lungs and his exploding prick began spewing its thick jets of hot jism far into the depths of her quivering belly, her own gushing secretion blending and puddling hotly with his, an almost-frantic paroxysm of bliss momentarily overwhelming her....
* * *
"I'll think about it," Russ said to them, all where they were seated naked around him and Heather in the center of the floor. "If you want me in absentee for awhile, then I'll consider being your Grand Pendulum. In the meantime, this little girl and I are going to do some traveling ... see the world ... and I think it's about time."
"Please ... please, will you fuck me once before you go?" Betty Gordon pleaded.
"And me?" Maggie Cramer quickly put in.
Russ laughed, then slowly got to his feet, drawing his voluptuous wife up beside him and slipping his arm around her slender waist. "Later girls. Right now, you kids go ahead and have a good time. We'll be gone for awhile ... but we'll be back."
like children, they all began to clap; then, Michele said: "Thanks, Russell Payne ... for everything."
He smiled down at her. "You'll make a good employer, Baby. Just keep Uncle Ethan out of the till ... and make Hamilton your General Manager. I was going to do it, myself. He's the best man the company's got."
"I will," she said. "I'll do whatever the Grand Pendulum tells me to."
Again, there was a round of applause, while Dolores Hamilton crept close to her husband as he proudly moved his arm around her, letting his hand cup and fondle her lovely breast and she toyed lovingly with his now limp penis.
Russ turned away taking Heather with him and walked her into the hallway. "Happy?" he whispered down into her ear.
"D e I i c i o u s I y happy ... but frustrated, too, m'lord," she replied, smiling lovingly up at him. "You know, a girl has to cum once in a while too...."
"You mean, with all of that, you didn't?"
"Darling ... after you, what does a girl do for an encore?"
He leaned down and kissed her meaningfully. God, what a woman, he thought, and how he loved her ... knowing that she returned that love. But presently, as they walked toward the privacy of their bedroom, he humorously wondered if she had any idea of the little sensual escapades he had in mind for them to occupy themselves with for the next couple of hours if she still would? Christ, they had so much catching-up to do, and experiments to try....
"A-Are you too tired, Darling?" she asked concernedly, clinging tightly to him. "I mean ... I can wait, you know.... "
"Too tired . . ? " he repeated, then chuckled. "Only of waiting, Baby ... only of waiting.... "
