Sometimes, in our contemporary society, people reach adult hood without having any clear realization of the workings of their own bodies. Despite the wealth of books, magazines and articles of all kinds dealing with human sexuality, many people find themselves unaware of their own needs-or how to handle them.
Miller W. Wainwright, had detailed such a case in his latest novel, A Brother's Surprise. Young Cathy Carlson has been married three years, but she still is unaware of the normalcy of her own physical needs. Further, the young wife is surrounded by people who do not see her as a person. Her husband, Jim, sees her as "efficient wife" and "sex-object", nothing more. Her mother sees her as "dutiful daughter". Her friend, Pamela Daniels, sees her as a source of income.
Cathy's life is beset by a series of crises which to a more aware person would prove not too difficult to cope with. First, she realizes that her marriage is not going well, but she doesn't know what to do about it. She turns to Pamela, but her advice does nothing to alleviate the situation. Then when Cathy discovers that her husband is playing around, she is shocked and utterly unable to cope with it. Nor, following her friend's advice, is she able to accept a reconciliation with Jim.
Instead she leans more heavily on Pamela. Her friend, however, involves her in prostitution in such a subtle way that Cathy is far too deeply enmeshed in it by the time she becomes aware of what is going on to be able to pull herself out. A Brother's Surprise is a study of a group of people who can see nothing beyond their immediate horizons.
Jim Carlson is an ordinary sort of man who looks on women as nothing more than a toy for his own pleasures. Pamela Daniels had no idea of getting out and working-rather she resorts to the world's oldest profession-that way open to women at all periods of history: prostitution. And even Stephen Jackson, Cathy's brother, has no pity for the hapless girl. Even though he is involved in prostitution himself, when he discovers that his vulnerable young sister is a prostitute, he is furious and worries only about his family name, determined to destroy her at all costs. His outlook is summed up in his statement, "You're a whore, not a human being!"
A Brother's Surprise, then, is a realistic study of the virtual destruction of one innocent young girl. Step by step, the author, Miller W.
Wainwright, takes the reader through the tangled downhill course of Cathy Carlson's life-a downhill course which could have been checked at almost every step had the girl been aware of various things: her own normal sexual needs; her own dignity as a human being; her own basic integrity. But, like herself, all her acquaintances are as unaware of these things as she is. The end, then, is predetermined. The dual-standard prevailing in her particular stratum of society foreordains that she pay for her "sins". And pay, she does.
We, The Publishers, are certain that the mature adult reader will welcome this hard-hitting novel as a useful study of one aspect of our contemporary mores.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Oooooooh!" Cathy giggled as Jim nibbled at her sun-warmed neck. They were lying on the bed, still dressed in their swimming outfits, and Cathy sighed as she pulled her husband against her with such eagerness that the two of them suddenly fell backwards.
Jim reached behind Cathy's head, letting her long red hair fall freely from its carefully pinned coiffure so that the soft curls bounced down below her shoulders.
"Wait," Cathy teased, "Let me get out of this wet suit." She was pleased ... finally they were going to make love. Two weeks had been far too long! As she struggled out of her damp clinging bikini, she could feel the flush of the drinks she had had at the Fishers' poolside party next door. Her heart was beating feverishly and she felt a bit lightheaded.
Jim's moist kiss had raced through her like a herd of wild stallions, leaving her limp with hunger. She could feel her tender pink nipples forming into hard, rounded peaks as she tore off her bikini top, then flipped it across the room behind her. Cathy's firmly rounded breasts quivered gently as they were bared in the cool air, and a shivering thrill struck between her thighs, running up the warm skin of her back.
* * *
"Come on, tell me every detail," Pamela coaxed, snuggling deep into Cathy's easy chair. The two friends saw each other often, and Cathy had called her first thing that morning to ask her to come by. She needed Pamela's advice more than ever now.
"I'm relieved that you're here, Pam," Cathy blurted as she opened the front door. She had seemed fatigued and anxious to Pamela's scrutinizing glance, as though she had lost a lot of sleep the night before.
"I couldn't sleep at all...," she moaned as she fell back on the sofa.
Even without a night's sleep, she still looks gorgeous, Pamela thought enviously. Some people have all the luck.
"Well, what happened?" she asked, lighting a long cigarette.
"God, I just have to tell someone, and you're my closest friend. So even if it tires you, please listen to me. Someone has to listen." Cathy reached for a half-empty package of cigarettes.
"Guess I haven't really quit smoking!" she sighed.
"Cathy, what's going on anyway? How can I help you at all if you don't start talking about it?" She noticed that Cathy's long slender hands were trembling as she put the lighter to her cigarette.
Then Cathy finally began the story of the previous night, reliving it herself as she told it, so forceful were the memories of it.
Jim was lounging on the bed waiting for her to finish undressing. She could feel his lusting eyes searing into her back as she wiggled out of the bottom half of her bikini. Every detail of her luscious nude body was exposed to his gaze, from her rose-tipped nipples to the tempting patch of her strawberry blonde pubic hair.
She folded her arms yearningly around her husband again, the softness of her naked body accentuated by the roughness of his clothes.
"Do I feel good, honey?" she murmured into his ear.
"Mmmmmmm!" Jim answered, thinking of how it would feel when his stiff cock was thrusting deep into her tight little cunt. It had been a while since he had held onto the bursting succulence of her breasts, and now he seized them hungrily and pressed their tenderness between his fingers.
"Gently baby," she whispered, "Gently!"
But still he handled the large creamy colored breasts roughly, almost as though he wanted to tear them off, and Cathy twisted beneath his caress, wishing he would stop and get on with the lovemaking. Hoping to arouse him further, she slid one hand along the inside of his muscular thigh, easily slipping her fingers over to his hard, pulsating cock. She grasped his already demanding penis, with one yearning motion.
"You've got it lover!" he gasped, feeling her small hand eagerly holding his tingling cock. His hands slipped from Cathy's tight breasts, down the magnificent shapes of her torso, to her full hips. One finger found the soft blondish bush of pubic hair that lay in wait between her thighs and inserted itself between the velvety cushions of skin that protected her already juicy cuntal opening.'
"Ooooooo God!" Cathy cried, feverishly writhing against the pillow. "You really know how to do it."
Jim's extended middle finger was softly teasing inside the sensitive folds of slippery pink cuntal flesh, slowly running up and down with an insistant motion. She could feel his hot, lusty breath on her neck as he held her close to him, while his fingers began to work the hardening pearl of her clit.
"Oh, Jim, Jim!" she moaned. "Honey!" Cathy's legs opened wide, giving her husband's hand complete freedom, while her own hand pumped up and down on his granite-like penis.
Cathy's tanned stomach quivered as his searching fingers exposed the slit of her open pussy, and her rib cage rose and fell against Jim's heaving chest, her nipples hardening like little rubies against the thick hair on his chest.
Then two fingers were pressing into the slick entrance of her vagina, plunging up, up, past the hard ring of muscle that acquiesced to allow this craved intrusion.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she cried in ecstasy, twisting her hips up to meet his hotly probing fingers. Fragile whines of pleasure sounded from her lips as Cathy's long sensually slim body wriggled in delirious pleasure.
Jim couldn't wait any longer. He had easily had seven or eight Scotches that afternoon and even though they had intensified his lustful desires, they had not given him the patience to keep the foreplay going that he knew Cathy ached for and wanted now. His stiffly erected cock throbbed painfully and beads of liquid were dripping from its magnified pulsating head.
Excitedly, he positioned himself so that Cathy was forced to cease her hand's constant up-and-down pumping, and he was kneeling in between her permissively spread legs, his bulging cock bobbing desperately in front of him. One hand slowly stroked the thickened foreskin, pushing it up and then back over his hardness, while his other hand resumed its eager investigation of Cathy's moistly palpitating young pussy.
"Jesus, she's really out of her mind on this one!" Jim thought. "Hasn't had any in a couple of weeks ... but I'll give her something that should keep her quiet for awhile!"
The dull ache in his balls told him that he must thrust his cock into his wife's straining cunt right away. He'd already waited too long. He swiftly removed his hand from her vagina, causing a little wet sucking noise as his fingers pulled away from the yielding opening that was fringed with soaked hair.
Cathy's large round breasts juggled above the expanse of her rib cage as her tauntingly naked body presented itself to be taken.
"Oooooohhhh!" She twisted sharply as she felt his hand slipping away from her pleading pussy. " ... Ohhh ... Jimmy .,..!"
She felt the spongy round head of his hard penis touching at the enflamed entrance to her vaginal slit, throbbing against the quivering length of the slippery furrow of her begging cunt. Jim moved his stone-hard cock up and down in the seething crack, up and down until on one down stroke it was poking into the small elastically stretching hole of her tight, hungry cunt.
It was so hard! Cathy had never felt her husband so hard, it seemed. She had to have him inside her! She had been just about to cum before he removed his hand, and now her body demanded satisfaction, demanded that this thick rod be plunged up into her to the hilt. She held onto her husband's muscular buttocks and, spreading her legs around his body, bending them obscenely around his back, she pulled herself up brusquely, forcing her husband's stiff cock to slide up into the soaking wet pit of her vagina.
At first it was slow going, impeded by the tightness of Cathy's cunt, but as the delicate tissues accustomed themselves to the bulk of his cock, the way was paved for him, and Cathy squirmed the silken sheath of her pussy over his enormous member, swallowing it up to the tip of her womb. She thought she would burst with her love for him, her lust growing minute by minute. This was the way it was supposed to be between them. This was the way it had to be! Whatever had gone wrong between them before would be made up for by this moment, this frantic, fleshy connection of their naked bodies.
"Oh ... I love you ... I love you...," she moaned, open mouthed, the tip of her tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat. She was thoroughly filled by the magnificent cock that fit so snugly in her belly and it gave her a wonderful feeling of completeness that she had sorely missed these past two weeks when her husband's interest in her seemed to have flagged. But that was all over now. From now on, it would be different. He was going to stroke into her, long even thrusts, burying the thick head of his cock harder and harder each time against her waiting cervix. She was going to cum again and again, and each time would be better. They would make love far into the night.
He was deep ... so deep inside her that she felt almost ... nailed down to the bed, pinned in this lewdly submissive position by the giant, fleshy stake of the man she loved.
The reddish blonde curls of her pubic hair twisted in tiny tangles around the base of Jim's cock. He held her like that for a long moment, savoring the power that he felt, enjoying the beautiful whimpering woman who was his wife, his to do with as he pleased. She was a pretty good lay too!
He made a mental note to fuck her more often in the future. Didn't want her to start looking for it somewhere else! He could feel his balls dangling in the upturned crevice of her buttocks, and a surging tingle swept through him...." nnnngggg ... " he groaned, his cock bucking inside the tightly clasping passage of Cathy's pussy, his semen spurting from deep inside his balls, spewing forth in sporadic jerks between the milkily contracting muscles of her cunt, splashing against the sensitive surface of her cervix...." ooohhh ... yeaaaaaaaaaa...," he cried out as the overwhelming sensations of orgasm traversed his thick cock and sent chills of delight surging throughout his entire body.
He collapsed heavily on her, heaving one last thick sigh, relieved to have let out the heavy load of his semen. He could feel Cathy's softness under his body. She was warm and silky. Her perfume floated up to his nostrils as he let his head fall into her neck.
"Mmmmmmmmm...," he sighed. And then he was completely quiet.
Cathy lay shocked underneath his powerful weight. She had barely had a chance to realize it was finished! There was a part of her left soaring to the lust-filled heights of passion she had just imagined, but the quickly receding penis still inside her was no consolation to her desires. Jim's breath was coming quietly and evenly now, hot on her neck and her legs were growing sore in their confinement, still forced to be stretched wide open by his hips that held her down like a stake.
"Damn it," she thought. "Oh, God ... no!"
Her madly unsatiated desire impinged upon all her senses. Resentment swelled in her breast as tears of self-pity grew in her cat-like green eyes. Her tears thickened into sobs as she heard Jim beginning to snore. There was no doubt in her mind that she would have to wait another week before they would make love again. Jim demanded his "rest" during the week, and she no longer made vain attempts at seduction, saving them for the weekends.
Last weekend Jim had passed out at the Walker's party and she had to ask one of the other men there to help her get him home and into bed. Then, she was driven up the walls watching him recuperate from his hangover for two days, lying around the living room watching television. And now this ... the worst yet. Worse than having no sex at all.
With all the force of her anger she tried to push him off of her, squirming out from under his dead weight.
He was part of the way off when he began to awaken.
"Ah ... come on, Donna ... don't bother me now...," he mumbled rather incoherently.
Cathy stopped abruptly. Then quickly pulling herself away from his stretched-out body, she stood there next to him, glaring down at this sleeping hunk.
"Donna?," she hissed through her clenched teeth. "Donna!"
Jim mumbled something inaudible and turned over in his sleep.
Cathy embraced herself in agonized disbelief, her unclothed body chilled from the night air. Harshly a sob escaped from her throat and she fled to the bathroom, where she fell into desperate sobbing.
* * *
"Did anything happen after that?" Pamela asked. "Have you mentioned anything about it to him today?"
"Oh," Cathy sobbed. She couldn't keep herself from crying there in front of Pamela.
"I mentioned it ... well, I told him about it. Jim ... Jim just got up and started dressing as if nothing unusual was going on. He didn't even notice that I had slept in another room.
He ... he just laughed and told me that Donna was an old girlfriend from the early high school days and that he must have been dreaming about her and that she was a happily married woman with three kids now, settled down, and I had absolutely nothing to worry about." She wiped a few tears away from her face with a tissue.
"So what could I say to that? It would be nice to think it's true ... I need more than anything to believe it, but I'm afraid. What with him not ... not wanting ... I mean ... oh, Pam, you know it's obvious that he's not interested in me so much anymore ... not like he used to be that is. I feel certain it's another woman!" She slumped down into a pillow on the sofa, as the horrible thought jangled her raw nerves. She could not tolerate the idea of her husband making love to another woman. It was more than she could handle.
A brief smile moved across Pamela's face. She had suspected something like this, thinking back to things her ex-husband had told her about Jim Carlson.
"Do you know where Jim is now?" she asked.
"At the stupid baseball game, where else?! Unless he's with Donna."
"I'm sure he's at the game, Cathy. The Angels are playing ... he wouldn't miss that. Bob always had to see them when we were still together."
"God, Pam ... you don't think I should file for a divorce like you did, do you?"
"Listen, sweetie ... Bob and I had entirely different reasons for breaking up. I wanted the divorce as least as much as he did, probably more. We just didn't turn each other on anymore, simple as that." Pamela shrugged and took a long drag from her cigarette.
"It's clear," she went on, "Jim still turns you on and for all you know he was not lying to you." But I seriously doubt it, she thought, letting the smoke curl out of her nose.
"I think it's too soon to really think about divorce. Say, honey. How would it be if I made myself a drink ... got any tomato juice? A Bloody Mary would be great right now. You could do with one too. It would calm us down."
They moved into the kitchen where Cathy watched Pamela take over and mix a couple of very strong Bloody Marys putting in a lot of vodka, a little tomato juice and a shocking amount of spices from the cupboard. They returned to the living room with the tall glasses and Pamela made Cathy drink at least half of hers before they continued talking.
"This feels better, doesn't it?" Pamela insisted, smacking her lips in delight from the strong drink.
"Great idea," Cathy answered, flipping her long red hair behind her neck...."much better." She pulled her short robe tighter around her waist, and covered up her cleavage that had been exposed as the velour material loosened. "A girl like you...," Pamela began. "With a body like yours and a beautiful face to go along with it ... well, you should have more than only occasional romantic encounters between baseball games!"
"But I don't know what to do!"
"There's a good chance you will be a bit surprised by what I'm going to say, but I'm a little older than you are, so I know what I'm talking about."
"Pam, what are you trying to say, anyway?"
"Did you see the guy I was with at the Kent's party last week?"
"Mike Mullan? Yes...."
"Well, I've known Mike a long time. From before Bob and I split up, even. There've been a few others besides him, too. What I'm getting at, sis, without beating around the bush anymore is ... you've got to get it somewhere and if you're not getting it at home, then it's fair game to go somewhere else."
"Pamela!" Cathy gawked in astonishment at her friend.
"Now, don't start thinking it's so terrible. Let me finish! Jim may or may not be cheating on you, but at some point they all do, and the best thing a girl can do is find a little pleasure for herself. Know what I mean? Even a little innocent thing like going out to a bar for a drink. It's good for your spirits. I do just happen to know someone you'd like a lot ... and I'm certain he'd like you! We could all go out to the Road's End some night and live it up! Can you remember when you went out dancing with Jim last? And I'm not talking about those draggy block parties you two go to."
Pamela was able to say everything on her mind without stopping because Cathy's shocked response had left her silent, but when the older friend had finished, Cathy jumped up.
"Pamela! I don't know how you could even suggest this to me. I'm not the type to do anything like that! Never! It's okay for you maybe because you're not married anymore. And when you were, well, you were just different I guess. I would feel ... it would make me feel dirty."
"Just going out for a drink?"
"Yes, even just for a drink!" Cathy retorted stubbornly. She went on, "Pam, this headache I had when you got here is killing me. I've got to lie down. I'm really sorry ... it's just that I'm so upset."
She feared hurting Pamela's feelings with her abruptness. Even if Pam did have some old ideas, she was still the only one Cathy could talk to confidentially, and she needed someone right now with this crisis.
"Alright, darling," Pamela said, getting up. "I can take a hint. I've got to get home anyway. Some friends are coming by in a little while for cocktails. If you decide you might be interested in my offer, give me a call!"
Pamela was halfway to the door, with Cathy following after her, confused.
"I ... I hope I haven't offended you, Pam. Thanks for coming by and talking to me. I just couldn't ... I could never...."
"It doesn't matter, Cathy. I just hope you realize life doesn't have to be this gloomy!"
Gently laughing she walked through the door, and waved an affectionate goodbye as she walked quickly through the garden to the street.
"See you later!" Cathy called. She turned to go inside and decided to fix herself another Blood Mary. It would probably ease her headache.
CHAPTER TWO
Ken Brown parked his carpet cleaning service truck in front of the pale green ranch house. He reconfirmed the address on his order form.
"Ok, Mrs. J. Carlson, 1563 Shady Lane. This must be it." He got out of the truck and strolled up the walk to the door.
"Nice place," he thought. "Wonder what this woman's like? Could be an interesting time if she's anything like Pamela!"
He had received a call from Pamela the night before, asking him if he would take a look at her friend's living room carpet that had been stained. There were no other details, but knowing Pam, he felt he could expect anything because she frequently called him over to clean spotless rugs and the "cleaning" turned out to be different than the usual jobs!
He rang the bell and waited, whistling impatiently as there continued to be no answer after a few minutes.
Let's go in there! he thought. I can't wait forever! He pushed the bell again, and suddenly the door opened, and Cathy stood in front of him. She had just gotten out of bed, and hadn't changed out of her nightgown yet. She had thrown a filmy negligee over the top of it in her haste to get to the door.
"Good morning, ma'am," Ken said, tipping his cap and flashing a charming smile. His pale eyes penetrated deep into Cathy's warm green eyes. She blinked at him.
Who is he, anyway? She had slept restlessly again last night and had finally managed to get to sleep after Jim had gone off to San Francisco to work. They had had arguments every night since the weekend and if it wasn't one thing, it was another. Jim still denied that he had done anything wrong and accused Cathy of being a suspicious complainer. This is what he'd said as he left that morning, and she just couldn't believe he would have the nerve to say this about her. "A suspicious complainer" at twenty-three, after only three years of marriage ... how could he even think this?
All these things raced through her mind while she looked in confusion at Ken Brown, and she had completely forgotten that her opaque negligee distinctly revealed the outline of her slender figure, highlighting her full, firm breasts, small waist, and curvy hips rather than concealing them.
Ken didn't miss any of this and pushed his cap back on his head while restraining himself from an appreciative whistle. This broad was really a fox! His eyes were fixed on her exposed cleavage as he finally explained.
"I got a call from Mrs. Daniels last night ... said you had a bad stain on a carpet and asked me to come by and see if I can do anything about it."
"Oh!" Cathy said, "that's true ... " She had mentioned on the phone to Pamela that a dark sauce had spilled on the rug and that she and Jim had fought about that too. He had slammed out of the house to go watch a big game on television at "one of the guy's place", and stayed out till two that morning.
"Come in," she said, unaware of Ken's untiring, admiring gaze. As she moved into the living room, he was unable to take his eyes away from her supple, swinging buttocks, and he felt his cock slowly hardening. Was he interpreting this situation correctly? He wasn't sure, but then, what woman would answer her door in nothing but her birthday suit barely covered by an excuse of a nightgown unless she was asking for a come-on?
"Hubby's at work, huh?" he probed.
"Yes ... " Cathy replied, distracted. "Here's the rug, and that's the stain." She looked at Ken carefully for the first time. He was quite handsome, about her brother's age, just a couple years older than she. He reminded her that she hadn't called her mother for a few days and that she should do that today if she wanted to avoid another scene with her.
Ken mistook her open stare for something else, and decided there was only one way to go, this broad was out for some side action!
He was taking a close look at the carpet with Cathy standing above him. Should she leave him alone to do the work or not?
"Pam a good friend of yours?" Ken asked, sizing up her gorgeous long legs and well-shaped thighs.
"Pam? Oh, of course. Pam and I are very close friends. I appreciate her calling you for me!"
"You can say that again!" Ken agreed, with a lewd tone to his deep voice.
"Pardon me, won't you? I should get myself together. Uh, would you like something, perhaps a cup of coffee?" She turned towards the kitchen.
"I'd like a little more than that ... " Ken mumbled and Cathy turned sharply to face him.
"Excuse me?" she asked, thinking he was acting rather oddly. Suddenly it occurred to her that she was parading around practically naked in front of this total stranger. What must he think of her?
She blushed in embarrassment, and left the room, going through the kitchen toward the bedrooms.
"Jesus Christ," she thought. "Am I nuts? I completely forgot ... " She went into her bedroom. Looking into the full length mirror, she saw what Ken Brown had seen. Her nipples were prominently out-lined through the two layers of sheer material and she could see a faint shadow of her thick pubic patch!
She tore off the filmy negligee and the equally thin gown and went to the closet to find something else to wear. She wanted to be as modestly dressed as possible before facing that man again. Thinking about it, she saw that from the moment she had let him in at the front door, he had been nothing but discourteous. How rude of him!
She chose a sweater and a pair of slacks, thinking this outfit would cover as much of her as possible. However, the sweater emphasized her large, round breasts which jutted out in soft, smooth fleshy curves beneath the woolen material. As she came into the front part of the house, she hoped to find that the young man had finished cleaning the stain, but as she peered into the living room she noticed that he had only begun to suds it. She moved into the kitchen and quietly began to make herself a cup of tea. Sitting at the kitchen table staring out the window, she sipped on the steaming cup.
"What a mess my life is!" she thought to herself. Can't life be more simple than this? Does it always have to be so complicated?
She was still sitting there when Ken came to the door, casually leaning his athletic body against the wall, holding a drink in his hand.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked. "I helped myself ... " He was showing that charming smile again.
Cathy stood up.
"Mind? ... Absolutely, I...."
"Pam always told me to just help myself," he interrupted. "I thought since you two are such good friends that...."
"Well, you are wrong, young man...." Cathy replied, insulted. She was just about to show him to the door.
"Take it easy, little girl!" Ken answered, taking a large hit of the Scotch he'd found in the liquor cabinet. "I'm older than you are."
He ambled toward Cathy, having concluded that she was the type who had to be coaxed little. Ha! He could play that game too. Before she could see what was on his mind, Ken pulled her to him and pressed her warm, yielding body against his thick chest, plunging his tongue deep inside her moist mouth with a smooth even motion, as though he had expertly planned each move.
His tongue moved way back, deep into Cathy's throat, touching the sides of her teeth, his hungry mouth sucking at her warm tongue with a loud wet noise.
Cathy wrestled fiercely with him, pulling every way to get loose, hysteria forcing adrenalin to roar through her veins. But Ken's arms were stronger, stronger than any that had ever held her, and she was defenseless in his embrace. Her screams were stifled in her throat by his unrelenting tongue that intruded so ruthlessly into her wide-open mouth, and her attempts at scratching him were limited by the thick, rough fabric of his work clothes.
Fearful stories raced fast through Cathy's mind. All the terrible stories of innocent women being seized and raped by hoodlums came back to her and to think that she was now one of those women was terrifying. She always felt she'd be able to fight back and take care of herself if anything like that happened to her, but now she knew the absolute uselessness of fighting back against a strength more vast and powerful than her own.
A madman! He was some kind of lunatic! Her eyes were filled with terror as he continued his illicit kiss. Horrified, she felt his cock hardening, pressing against her stomach. His hard-on was becoming enormous! My God! That can't be all him! Her imagination, intensified by fear, transformed the huge rod that pushed against her struggling belly into a bulldozer that would momentarily crush her to death.
Ken held on tightly and began to walk Cathy backwards into the living room. He knew women could be real strugglers, but this one was a fierce tigress. He thought that maybe it was possible she really wanted him to stop, but looking back to what had gone on before this embattled embrace he concluded that she would surrender any time now ... as soon as he had gotten to the 'point of no return', as he fondly referred to situations like this.
He could feel the large, solid mounds of Cathy's breasts pressed close to him, making two big warm spots on his chest.
Watch out!! he teased. This one's got a lurid body on her! He carried her next to him over to the soft sofa and managed to get the two of them down on it. He pressed one of his hard, muscular thighs between her legs, forcing them open and making it impossible for her to move out of his grasp. He knew that he'd have to move fast, or the whole thing would fall apart.
Shit! She had to put on these damned pants! Ken's hands fumbled around looking for a clue in getting them off, and happily found that the only thing holding them up was an elastic waistband. His fingers easily stretched the elastic so that he could slip his hand underneath the pants and he finally found himself grasping the smooth white skin of Cathy's fiercely twisting hips. Underneath, the narrower elastic of her skimpy panties began, and his excited fingers raced to get inside them. Her flesh was soft as velvet and his hungry hand shoved beneath Cathy's struggling buttocks, and he quickly cupped one forbidden ass-cheek, rubbing it, squeezing it, thrilled by its exposed secrecy.
"Fine little ass you've got, sweetheart!"
As Ken's mouth left Cathy's she screamed as loud as she possibly could, panicked.
"Oh, please ... let me go! Please let me go!" She tried to bite his lips, but he pulled his head back quickly and forced his hand firmly over her mouth.
"Hey, you're acting like Miss Innocent, like you didn't ask for this at all. Quit playing cute, baby. You're the one who answered the door with your big boobs showing so nice. Take it easy and it'll feel good. We'll have a great time, I can promise you that!"
His huge penis pulsated against the wide opening between Cathy's legs. He thought about just tearing open her pants and shoving it into her cunt without fooling around any longer. Her fighting and screaming had only turned him on more, and now he wanted to take her completely.
Cathy heard him say this and felt a strong sense of futility. He really thought she wanted this? How could she have ever given him that idea?
Ken took his hand away from her mouth to see if she was ready to give in, and Cathy began to beg him. She uttered a fast string of words as tears streamed down her contorted face.
"No, you've got it all wrong ... I beg of you, it's all a mistake. A horrible mistake! The only man I've ever slept with is my husband and I don't even know your name. How can you do this to me?"
Ken was partially listening ... his hands took most of his attention ... slipping underneath Cathy's sweater, invading the filled cups of her brassiere, grasping her warm trembling breasts, jiggling them in his hands as though he were weighing them. Then he turned the nipples firmly, as if they were knobs on a safe.
"Ooooh, please!" Cathy painfully cried out, and it sounded so honest that it made Ken stop and look at her more closely. Her pleading words drifted through his mind again with a clear force.
Hey man, he thought. I think she means it. Enraged ... he couldn't rape her, after all ... hell if he was going to do that! ... he let go of her firm, nicely shaped breasts, and sat up. His cock was achingly hard, throbbing inside his pants.
"You're what's known as a prick-tease, baby!" and he spat the last word in her face with disgust. "A real p.t!"
"Oh, God, no! No!!" Cathy cried, pulling on her pants and moving away from him as quickly as she could. "I ... I'm really sorry ... no! What you say isn't true!" She fled the room, convinced he was following her. Heading for the back hall, she stumbled twice, blinded by her tears. Cathy ran down the hallway and into the bedroom, quickly slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. She stood there listening for his footsteps behind her, her body wracked with thick, uneven sobs.
She had always said to Jim that it would be a good idea to have a telephone extension installed in the bedroom. If they had done this, she could call the police now. But she wasn't sure if she should call them, anyway. What would she tell them? What could she tell them? And then, it seemed like what he'd said was true, that this mess really was all her fault.
Cathy slumped to the floor to relieve her weak, trembling legs. Crouched by the door, she still listened for the footsteps she feared, but they never came.
Shortly, she heard the front door slam and then the sound of an engine starting, and finally the screech of tires that came from a fast escape. She ran to the window in time to watch the carpet-cleaning service truck charging away from the house and quickly turn the corner.
Cathy limped to the bed. For a moment, she stood dazed and shaky, as if in shock, and then removed her sweater and slacks that had protected her a little while ago. They felt dirtied and cheap, and she knew she might as well throw them out because she never wanted to wear them again.
She stepped out of her little panties and unhooked her brassiere, letting them fall to the floor. Then she crawled naked into her bed that had been left disheveled and unmade since this morning.
The soft sheets pulled up over her bare skin felt cool and somehow kind to her terribly hot body. She was aware of feeling feverish, and her face was so hot that it seemed to burn a hole in the rubber pillow. She hid her face in the soft pillow, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying experience, but it wouldn't go away and she saw the whole thing over and over again. Every detail fresh and clear. Every insult louder than before. How could this thing have happened to her? The whole thing was so crazy ... unreal! Still, so many things were changing. Things she had never dreamed possible were now happening constantly. Everything was confused and mixed up.
Cathy's whole body quivered between the sheets and a smarting sensation ran up and down her sensuous curves. Just the idea of what might have gone on made her jerk uncontrollably. That terrible man, with his monstrous penis ... was actually ... actually going to....
Her hand crept slowly down to the inside of her slightly spread thighs, resting on the trembling opening of her vagina as though to protect herself from her now imagined intrusion. But when she touched herself she was surprised to find that she was dripping wet and that her hot fingers caused a torrid tingling sensation that ran through her entire body with the shock of acute pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmm...." she sighed slowly, and she heard a voice inside her say.
"Get your hand away from there! What are you doing? Cathy? Stop this instant! That's dirty!" She heard the voice of her mother. Her mother's voice like when Cathy was a child. "What would your father think? And your brother? Who would want such a nasty little girl for a relative? So dirty! Shame!"
The voice continued, and her fingers moved obscenely over the screaming slippery folds, forming tiny tracing lines of lust wherever they went. It was growing more and more ... beginning to control her young voluptuous nakedness with its demand for fulfillment. It swirled in her stomach and up along the soft tissue of her shimmering breasts to their stiff hard nipples.
"Mmmmmmmm...." she sighed again. They had been wanting that. Just waiting for her to do it. All of her seemed to have been craving these touches. Her hands moved wildly now, quickening their lewd probings as Cathy began to wiggle her body and to rise and lift herself on the bed, raising her hungry loins to the lust-driven attack of her own searingly searching hands.
"My God!" she murmured. "My God!"
Her firm young body twisted, tormented by the teasing of her fingers. Passionate desire became an all-consuming flame, and she consented to be the fuel for her own fire.
"Ah ... aaaaahhh ... AAAAA HHHHHHH...." she cried out as her finger slipped into the pink wet opening of her starved tender pussy.
She wanted this, she was sure ... craved it madly. Wanted these fingers to be a huge cock, stiff and thrusting fiercely into the trembling opening, pushing against the juicy sucking walls of her vagina, pulsating deep into her. Hard! Hard!
Cathy's fingers rammed into the burning cavern between her open thighs, her entire body bent into an obscene shape by her mounting desire. She sighed and cried out, groaning her pleasure. It was ecstasy, this big make-believe cock rising so high inside her, while her body and twitching hips rose to the ever-increasing rhythm.
"Oh ... oh ... yes, yes ... Yes!" And it was the carpet cleaner's big, lust-hardened cock fucking into her mercilessly, his massive shaft hurting, smashing. She had to get him into her deeper ... deeper!
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" she cried out. Oh, it was good! Back and forth! Back and forth! In and out! In and out! She bucked harder, her long, smooth tapered legs moving lewdly back and forth, up and out on the bed. Her face was twisted by the strain of her solitary actions into a mask of sex-crazed pleasure.
Her fingers strained to accommodate her clenching hair-lined pussy that was over-flowing with desire. On and on she finger-fucked herself furiously while a tiny stream of uncontrollable saliva slid from the corner of her mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! ... Aaaaaaaa hhhhhhhhh!"
Cathy lay in a semi-stupor for some time after her wild, self-induced orgasm and then slowly her fingers found their way once more to the still gently twitching lips of her open oracle of lust. Three more times she uncontrollably vented her mad passion, attacking her own tortured body and lust-gaping cunt with renewed vigor until finally she lay spent and gasping, her legs wide-spread on the bed, a lewd twisted grin of satiation upon her lips.
She dozed off to sleep as if never to awaken again until that evening when she stirred from the ringing of the telephone.
Jumping out of bed, she didn't know what day it was or what time. It was dark outside and she could barely see her way to the door. Why was she naked like this? She never slept in the nude! And where was Jim? It was when she tried to open the door and found it locked that she remembered what had happened ... remembered everything.
She quickly unlocked the door and ran down the hall to the phone.
"Cathy? It's Jim. Listen, sweetheart ... I won't be home tonight. I've got to be in L.A. early tomorrow morning-And that means I'd have to get up at the crack of dawn to catch a plane ... and it's already late. By the time I'd get home, I'd almost have to turn around and come right back to San Francisco. I'm going to stay over at the Bay Shore and I'll be home tomorrow night. By the way, honey, where've you been? I've been trying to reach you all evening!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Cathy ... are you there? The least you can do when you haven't talked to your mother in weeks is to say something once in a while!"
It seemed to Cathy that her mother had been babbling for hours, but in reality it had only been a few minutes. She had just finished talking to Jim, when the phone had rung again. She hoped to delay this by calling her mother first, but now, once again, it was too late and her mother was calling at the worst possible time.
Cathy was sitting on the edge of the small chair beside the telephone in the hall. She was still nude, and the goose bumps were beginning to form on her legs and around her shoulders since it was getting cold and she had not yet turned up the heat. She knew that to suggest calling her mother back in a few minutes would only bring more questions than she was willing to handle at the moment. So Cathy sat shivering on the hall chair, the wooden edge of it cutting into her backside while she tried to sound as normal as possible to her mother.
"I was just listening carefully to what you were saying, mother," she said without trying to sound too phony. Of all the times for her to call ... after what had happened today...,and now Jim was spending the night in San Francisco....
* * *
"Well, now I won't have to spend tonight racing back up there!"
Jim hung up the phone and turned his high-back chair around to face Betty, his secretary.
"Come on, Miss Warren. We're going to dinner!"
While it was true that he had had a late meeting and he did have to be in Los Angeles the next day on business, the appointment was not until eleven, hardly a breakfast meeting. His job as a business machines representative was demanding, but it did allow him some recreation, and he intended for Betty to be his next diversion.
He gently grazed her ear as he helped her on with her fashionable coat, sniffing the inviting perfume that the auburn-haired girl wore.
"Hope you don't have to be in too early tonight, dear," he half-whispered into her ear.
"Why, no, Mr. Carlson...,not at all. I've been eager to have dinner with you for quite some time."
I've had it on my mind, Jim thought to himself. It's been on my mind, too!
* * *
"Yes, Mother ... yes ... can you hold on for just a moment? I have something cooking in the oven...." Cathy put the phone down quickly and ran into the bedroom. Reaching into the closet she pulled out her velour dressing gown and, covering herself with it, she went back to the phone. The hall was dark and there were no lights on in the other rooms. A cold ripple of desperate loneliness overcame her as she let her mother know she was back on the line.
"I'm here, Mother...,go on...."
"Well, he hasn't even sent me a postcard...,nothing, not a phone call or a card on Mother's Day!"
"Who, mother?"
"Why, Stephen ... who did you think I was just talking about?"
Ever since Cathy's father had died, her mother seemed to remark more and more about the faults of her son. Stephen was two years older than Cathy, and the two of them used to be close when they were little, but for the last few years, neither of them heard from him very often. Cathy's mother was suspicious that he was up to no good. Whenever the newspapers head-lined a story about young people in trouble, she checked out the names in search of her son's, never finding it.
"Mother, just because Stephen doesn't send you flowers every Valentine's Day and bring a box of candy on your birthday doesn't mean he is doing something wrong!"
"But why doesn't he come home. He's got something to hide, I tell you ... I'm his mother ... I know about things like this!"
Cathy said nothing, knowing what her mother would think if she ever found out what had gone on in her own daughter's living room a few hours earlier.
In the mirror facing the telephone nook she could see the shadowy outline of her figure faintly visible. She stared at herself while half-listening to her mother's words. Almost inadvertently, she opened the front of her dressing gown, revealing the irritated red tips of her nipples which protruded defiantly from rosy pink globes of flesh that she herself had so recently kneaded to fullness.
She blushed deep red, a dull ache spreading to her lower abdomen, as her body recalled its recent bout of passion. It was as if she actually made love with that awful man from the carpet-cleaning service ... how revolting! Her mind flinched at the total awareness of what she had done, and what it meant. She had really wanted him, a perfect stranger, to take her ... take her wantonly, just as he had said.
* * *
Jim felt the touch of another knee against his under the table. He slowly lifted his eyes from his steak, but his auburn-haired secretary gave no signs that she was secretly signaling him. He decided to let it pass. No sense in mentioning something better silently savored.
"How's your steak, Betty?" he asked.
"Just great, Mr. Carlson. It's awfully nice of you to treat me to a swell meal like this."
"It's my pleasure, Betty. It's really hard to find someone these days who is willing to work late like you have these last few weeks on the Mcintosh account. I'm really lucky to have a girl like you!"
"Oh, well, I wouldn't do it for anybody. You're the kind of boss that brings out that extra bit of energy."
And under the table, Jim was certain he felt the slightest additional pressure against his leg. Betty continued eating as if oblivious to the fact that her leg was now pressed tightly against his. He had been thinking of calling Donna that night after taking Betty home, but now he began to quickly rearrange his plans.
"Are you still seeing that young fellow in the warehouse? What's his name...."
"You mean Frankie," Betty replied, as though she were talking about some persistent but tiresome suitor who wouldn't take a hint. "Oh no, Mr. Carlson. He's such an eager beaver, it really gets boring!" And still the pressure against Jim's leg mounted.
"Would you care for another drink, Betty?" Jim asked, turning towards her at his side so that he could feel the warmth of her cheeks.
* * *
"Well, you sound like you've got things to do, Cathy. I'll let you go. By the way, isn't Jim home yet?"
"No, he has to be in L.A. tomorrow so he's staying in San Francisco tonight because it'll be easier for him to catch an early plane."
I wish Jim were coming home soon, Cathy thought to herself. I really need him tonight, need to touch him and be with him to know that everything is going to be all right again. She felt so lonely and finally it seemed certain to her that their love was deep and real, that Jim was being honest with her when he claimed there was no other woman for him ... She had been upset and hysterical ... Jim really loved her ... Why had she let her feminine jealousy cause her to hurl such stinging accusations? She needed to reassure him now ... needed to let him know she understood and that things between them would change and be like they used to, when they had first met and appreciated each other's love for one another. She felt she had to do her part to heal the recently aggravated wounds.
"Oh, well, that's too bad," her mother was saying.
"Mom, how about if I come over tomorrow and see you ... Would that be o.k.?" I've got to get this call over with, I'm going crazy!
Cathy was relieved as her mother agreed to the next day's visit and said goodbye. She sat, staring blankly at her toes. Then she swallowed hard to fight back the tears.
Suddenly, she began to dial frantically. She had to talk to someone she didn't have to pretend with!
The phone on the other end rang four times, then five ... and Cathy was about to give up when Pamela finally picked up the receiver.
"Hi Pam, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't get you out of bed."
"That's o.k., Cathy, I was in bed, but I wasn't sleeping!"
The distinction Pamela was making went in her ear but never really penetrated Cathy's brain. She was too upset to listen to anything that subtle. She began to babble out the afternoon's events, leaving out the session when she satisfied her less-delicate appetites. She was so engrossed in telling her friend the story that Cathy didn't notice the sound when Pamela placed her hand over the mouthpiece and passed the phone to her grinning bed-mate.
When the run-down of the almost-rape was over, Pamela let out a soft sigh and decided to try calm Cathy down with a soothing, sensitive tone to her voice.
"Now, listen, relax and remember you're a young and beautiful woman with a fantastic body, you're not all washed up yet! I'd say you really missed out on a good thing. If you had let yourself go you probably wouldn't be feeling so frustrated right now. To be honest with you I sent Ken over to your place because he's really a good egg, in addition to being a competent rug cleaner! I'd say you really blew a chance to get your carpets spruced up and have a good time!"
Cathy practically threw the phone back onto its cradle, before Pamela could go any further, and when Pamela realized the phone was dead, she turned to Ken Brown and giggled.
"Well, tiger, I tried to do a little advertising for you, but that customer is really tough! Let me try and give you a little more business myself!" At this she grabbed his head and pulled it down to her naked breast, where he hungrily began to work on her erect nipple with a rabbit-like twitching of his mouth.
* * *
The fall night was a bit chilly, and Cathy grabbed an evening wrap as she stepped out the door. Yet, she still felt she was right. The only thing to do now was to go and see Him, even if it meant a drive into the city, spend the night and talk to him. She had to see him, otherwise nothing would make sense at all. He was the last sane soul in a world that had suddenly gone berserk.
She started the motor of the late-model Camaro that Jim had gotten her the year before, and headed for San Francisco, a thirty minute drive. She hoped Jim would be at his motel room. She could visualize how delighted he would be to see her. The brief silk dress she was wearing under her light-weight coat was one of his personal favorites, and even though she was still not her normal bouncy self, she managed to pull herself together so that she had to admit she looked pretty good as she glanced at herself in the hallway mirror as she left.
As she drove, she buried the memory of Ken Brown and of Pamela's revolting suggestion deep into the recesses of her mind. The fresh air rushing past her face helped her to wash away those thoughts and to think of a new start with her husband. She began to think that she had been blowing everything way up out of proportion. Things would seem different once she was back with Jim, away from the whirlpool of today's events. Before she knew it, she was getting off the Golden Gate Bridge and following the signs to the Marina where the hotel was. Once there, she checked out the bar and lobby of the Bay Shore, hoping for a glimpse of Jim, but he was nowhere to be seen. She stepped into the ladies room near the lobby to touch-up her lipstick and hair a final time. She observed her figure in the long mirror, turning to notice the curves of her hips and backside that the clingy material did nothing to hide. No wonder Jim liked this outfit, she thought, and he likes me a lot, too, just as I am. As she came back into the lobby she noticed a handsome older man with graying temples eyeing her warmly. Cathy was glad. She needed a little boost and that man obviously thought she was a knockout. When he approached her and invited her for a drink in the hotel bar, she was proud to say, "Why thank you, but I'm here to meet my husband."
She wasn't sure why she added that, but it was good to remember she had someone who wanted her and she felt proud and content. She was letting this man know she was off-limits for him; and deep-seated feminine pride gave her stride a little extra bounce as she turned and headed across the marble floor ... feeling his eyes on her, enjoying the back and forth rhythm of her hips as she approached the Check-In Counter.
"Jim Carlson? ... yes ma'am, he's registered here for the night. Room 290, but he's not in right now." The desk clerk was smiling courteously across the counter at Cathy.
"Oh," she responded hesitantly. "Well, do you think it would be possible for me to go up to his room? I'm Mrs. Carlson, his wife."
"Oh, Mrs. Carlson. Well ... the room is a double ... but I see no mention here that...."
"It's all right," Cathy interrupted. "He's not expecting me, but I'm sure when he gets here he'll make it worth your trouble if you'll let me go up now and wait for him. He'll be back in a little while."
The desk clerk inspected her carefully for a moment. This chick didn't look like anybody's wife to him, and yet ... well, maybe there'd be a good tip in it, either way.
"O.K., ah, Mrs. Carlson ... I'm stretching the rules a little on this one, but you seem...."
"Oh, you don't know how grateful I am," Cathy gushed. Now she could be waiting for him as he came in, reconciled to a night alone after a long day of business details. She would massage his back and rub his neck the way he used to like her to do.
She followed the desk clerk's directions to the second floor after repeating her thanks, squeezing a five dollar bill into his palm, and she found the small suite easily.
The bedroom was preceded by a small sitting room which was furnished with a sofa and chair and a television set. Cathy took off her coat and hung it in the closet, kicked off her shoes and curled up on the easy chair after flicking on the TV set. She pulled up her long legs so her knees provided a resting place for her chin. She might as well make herself comfortable so she'd be relaxed when her husband returned, she thought. She watched a movie that she and Jim had seen once before, remembering how much they enjoyed that night at the drive-in. It was so different here, seeing it here without him, not able to put her head on his shoulder or her hand on his knee as they cuddled up. But it would be exciting to be with him in a hotel, almost like they weren't married, doing something wicked!
When the movie ended, Cathy glanced at her watch. Jim was really out late and she began to feel herself getting drowsy. She switched the channel so she could watch one of those late night talk shows. It was a rerun she had seen before with an actress she liked as one of the guests, so she watched it anyway. By the time the actress came on, she could barely keep herself awake.
What was keeping Jim, anyway? Her mounting concern evaporated, though, when she reminded herself that Jim had said he was staying in town on business. She turned off the television and went into the bedroom. Cathy just couldn't stay up any longer, so she pulled back the bedspread and after slipping out of her dress, got under the covers in her brassiere and panties. She tried to stay awake as long as she could, hoping she could be up when Jim came in, but after a few minutes, she was sleeping soundly, dreaming of a passionate reunion with her husband.
* * *
Jim and Betty stopped briefly at the hotel desk just to get the key from a substitute desk-clerk who was filling in for the regular man while he was out on a coffee break. As they approached the stairs, Jim slid his arm around Betty's trim, willowy waist.
Wow, he had this one in the bag, he thought to himself. In a short while he would have complete freedom to the treasures contained in this package, wrapped in the tight dresses his secretary invariably wore. Variety is the spice of life, he thought. So what if his wife was a beauty herself ... who could deny that the more love the better! Besides, with Betty, this could turn into a real convenient arrangement, what with her available out in the waiting room of his office every day. Man, what a lucky guy!
As soon as they were safely alone, Jim pulled Betty to him, stroking her breasts with his hands and then sliding them down her, slender waist to her hips. He could sense the young girl's excitement as she moaned faintly under his touch and eagerly returned his kiss.
A hot little number, too! he thought. Just the kind of chick he liked! He was thinking of ordering some drinks from room service, but it appeared that the stingers were already doing the job he had in mind for the night's fun. He wasn't sure she could handle any more without going over the line and passing out on him!
The two of them, weaving slightly as they walked, made their way down to room 290.
Jim pushed the door open, letting Betty lead the way into the darkened chamber. As she passed in front of him, he molded his hands to her supple, strong buttocks, kneading the flesh with his fingers.
"You really turn me on, you little bundle of joy," he blurted, pushing the door closed behind them. "Come on over here, doll ... I've been wanting to do this for too long, far too long!"
He steered Betty over to the sofa, dropping down himself and then guiding the girl down onto his lap. His hand worked its way quickly up under her short miniskirt, arriving quickly at the soft, nylon-covered bush of pubic hair between her legs.
"Mmmmm!" he breathed into her ear. "And you can do 80 words a minute too...."
The girl couldn't restrain a giggle, shaking her hips so that her bottom came in contact with the stiff upreaching head of Jim's penis as it strained against the bulging cloth around his fly.
"Oh, Mr. Carlson...."
"Jim!" he chided her, his hand slipping under the elastic band of her panties and making quick, teasing contact with the smooth, dark-haired pussy that was already beginning to flow at his touch.
As he commenced a slow undulating stroke in the narrow, soft-fleshed passage, Jim could feel the heat of the girl's thighs squeezing tightly together against his hand and elbow. The wet, soft flesh pulsated gently underneath his dancing fingers, the softness of her pubic mound tickling excitedly against his open palm.
"Oooooooh!" she groaned, "It's so good ... really sweet!"
"You want it now just as badly as I do, don't you, you little goddess?" Jim taunted, the words coming from deep in his throat.
A sigh was the only answer he got, but he got the message. He felt the tight cords in Betty's thighs moving against his hand revealing a hidden strength that he was dying to feel bolting passionately around his undulating hips.
His other hand grasped at Betty's breasts until he found their full, perspiring moons being pressed excitedly into his face. Christ, she was attacking him on all fronts! It was all he could do to maintain the movement of his hand as it played high up in her cunt as she began to kick and squeal.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Jim! Take me now! Please! Please!" She was undressing both of them, first an article of his, then hers, and Jim realized he better pull this off soon before they tore their clothes to shreds.
"O.K., sugar!" He withdrew his fingers from the heat of Betty's pussy, and summoning up his strength, placed her down on her back on the couch beside him. She moaned as. he pulled off her bikini panties and tossed them over the couch onto the floor.
"Yes, yes ... fuck me now, fuck me now!" she was saying. "Now! Now! Darling! Please hurry! Oh God, hurry!"
Jim looked at the tender throbbing triangle of Betty's cunt dished out so appetizingly before him and felt his cock give a jump. Was he ever going to willingly fulfill that order! He reached down and released his cock from his pants, watching it jump out in front of him. Its firm hot tip glowed faintly in the shadow of the motel room and large veins bulged along the full length of its shaft.
"Make ready, sweetness ... daddy's coming to get you now!"
Jim crushed down onto Betty's body, small beads of perspiration appearing on his brow from the surging passion he felt. The auburn-haired secretary grabbed Jim and pressed him against her as if they were in a vise together, sucking the breath out of him momentarily. Jim slid his hand under her already rotating buttocks and lifted her loins up so that her ready and waiting pussy was a perfect target for his penis. She seemed to be getting wetter and wetter as his cock parted the soft, tickling pubic hair and slipped lewdly between the folds of her trembling pussy.
Finally it found the tight aperture of her vagina, pushing heavily against its temporary barricade. Betty's behind began to screw itself up in a more and more desperate motion while she implored him with tiny grunts and moans to be quick.
"Aaaaaahhhhh...." she groaned as the bulk of Jim's cock slithered into the sensitive depths of her burning thighs.
"Oh, God, you feel good!...." Jim cried as he felt his cock strike bottom, and Betty's hips jerked up under him at the swift thudding impact. Her pelvis ground hard against his back, pulling him even further into the hot cavern between her legs.
The grasping mouth of her pussy wrapped snugly around his straining member, the strong vaginal muscles rippling along the hardness of it.
Jim cursed under his breath from the sheer ache of it as his rigid cock was gently but firmly massaged by the velvet sheath of the auburn-haired girl's cunt. It felt so good that he knew he was going to have to have more of this sweet, fucking little bitch. He ground deeper up into the squirming pelvis that writhed beneath him, feeling her arching to meet him as the soft pillows shifted precariously beneath them to the curious uneven movements of their intercourse.
* * *
Cathy's peaceful slumber was marked by bad dreams. She was still worn out from nervous tension and in spite of the upsetting dreams, she slept on for a while.
Jim was making love to her and it was blissful, and yet while he mounted her, his big cock plunging in and then out of her, she looked up and his face changed to Ken Brown, the carpet cleaning man.
"What is your name ... what is your name?" she gasped, but he wouldn't answer her. The shouts and whimpers of love filled the room and she could hear herself crying out with pleasure and pain as the big penis stretched her pussy wide, traveling further into the excited passage.
She heard herself calling out obscenities...,words that were foul ... words she had hardly known she knew.
"Your cock is so wonderful! Your cock is piercing me ... aaarrrrrg ... fuck me ... take me ... hurt me...."
Cathy turned in the bed, in the grips of a very passionate torment, until a loud wailing shout smashed her dream to pieces.
She woke with a start, surprised and apprehensive about the sound she had heard. At first, she couldn't remember where she was, but then it all came back to her and she jumped out of bed. A dim light shone from the sitting room into the bedroom and through the open doorway the wet flesh slapping against wet flesh sounds of human intercourse smashed against her ears. .
"Yeah, yeah ... give it to me ... more!"
Cathy stuck her head through the door, blinking into the light. There, under the dim spotlight of the lamp was her husband, foolishly still attired in his trousers and dress shirt, reaming his cock with jackhammer force into the excited cunt of another woman. Her eyes were bulging wildly and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth while her legs grabbed his buttocks and then kicked against the sofa cushions.
"I'm cumming ... " the girl gasped. "I'm cumming!"
The horrifying words cut through Cathy's skin like jolting charges of electricity as the obscene cry touched her incredulous ears.
"Hhmmmm ... oh, yeah, baby ... oooh!" Jim answered, half-mad with passion. "Sock it to me, wrap it around me!" He clutched Betty's legs and pushed them far out on either side of his pounding torso, folding one of them into the edge of the sofa. But neither of them felt anything other than sheer bliss as the twitching spasms of orgasm rose and united them.
A guttural scream formed deep in Betty's throat as she felt the first convulsion coming over her in a wave and Jim groaned his reply.
"Oh, sweet, hot cunt ... oh, sweet, hot cunt!"
An additional sound was added to the final gasps of the fused couple on the couch as Cathy, unaware she was uttering a peep, screamed again and again. The booming sound rolled off her lips in a steady shrill scream of absolute revulsion.
* * *
"It's over ... it's finished...." The words kept forming themselves on Cathy's lips and sounding in her brain as she drove home from the hotel in a frenzy. The car sometimes went too fast, sometimes too slow, but Cathy paid hardly any attention to her driving or the road.
She was absorbed in the images in her head, the indelible scene etched forever like an eternal instant replay in full color in her skull. The imprint of that girl with her husband ... entwined together on the hotel couch ... her own shocked shape standing in the doorway ... Oh, God! What a gullible idiot I am! How could I ever tell myself he was being faithful!
She could still see Jim's shocked face turning to observe her as she stood screaming in the doorway, watching him pull up off the girl, his big cock dangling down in front of him. She had turned and bolted back into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. How long Jim stood there, naked, pounding on the door, she didn't know. She had gone into the bathroom and locked herself in there too, wailing and sobbing until finally there was no more noise coming from the other side of the door. When she was sure that they had gone, she dressed hurriedly, serious now, but still in a state of shock that was more painful than tears. She felt nothing but a spreading, cold hardness that stiffened her body.
Pure instinct guided her back to her own house, but once she arrived there, she knew she could not bear to spend the night. She couldn't be sure which would be worse, the possibility that Jim would be there waiting with his heart in his hand, or the thought that he would not be there at all.
With the grinding noise of stripping gears, she turned around and headed for Maple Avenue, a two minute drive, where she knew that Pamela would be waiting to give a helping hand and a bed for the night.
Pamela answered the frantic ringing of the bell as quickly as she could. She had been upstairs taking a hot bath and getting ready to go to bed, having just returned from a late night out herself. She had let her long golden hair fall down to her shoulder blades, instead of tying it back, and it fell softly as she bounced down the stairs. Although she was in her mid-thirties, she still had the looks of a woman ten years younger. She was quite aware of this, too, and exploited it to the hilt.
As she opened the portal, she hoped to see one of her many young male admirers and she was slightly let down to see Cathy's pathetic form slumped in the doorway.
"Cathy! What's happened to you!" She pulled her into the warmth of her living room and guided her to a chair. "What have you gotten yourself into now ... I mean, what is going on, now?"
Cathy began to recount the unbelievable story she had just lived through, hardly able to believe it had really happened to her as she heard it pass from her lips.
Pamela broke out a fresh bottle of Scotch and began to pour drink after drink for Cathy, making sure her glass was never empty. Cathy needed someone to talk to and went on to retell the intimate details of her marriage to Jim, down to every petty argument she could remember along with the way they had made up each time. And every now and then she would punctuate the gush of words with the same phrase
"It's over ... this time, it's really over...."
Pamela watched as Cathy became more and more drunk.
"It'll do you good, Cathy ... it's the best thing for you to do ... What did I tell you ... cheats, liars, every blessed one of them. But leave it to me. We'll have you back in fine form in no time. After all, remember, you're still young and you have your looks. Here, doll, drink up, that's a girl ... down the hatch!"
Finally, she helped Cathy upstairs, so exhausted and inebriated by this hour of the early morning that she could barely stand up, let alone walk. She collapsed against Pamela as they plodded up to the spare bedroom until she fell on top of the bedding and spent the night there, fully clothed, sleeping like a baby.
Pamela managed to remove her shoes and covered her with a spread and left her to sleep it off.
"That girl wants to learn the hard way!" she muttered to herself as she stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a tight fit, but just as Pamela had predicted, the dress did do a lot to reveal Cathy's figure. Cathy turned around, looking at herself from top to bottom and from every angle in the full-length mirror. She had been living with Pamela every day now, and she was finally willing to give in to Pamela's idea that she should get out and socialize with new people.
Cathy removed the two roses, one on top of each breast, from the clingy knit top. They were a little too unsophisticated for her, and besides the red-wool knit did plenty to show off her chest. She stuffed them in a drawer and hoped Pamela wouldn't notice she had taken them off the dress.
"She's right about me!" Cathy thought, trying to get in the swing of the new life Pamela was urging her towards. "Why should an attractive girl like me sit around like the ugly duckling just because my husband got caught cheating!"
She had gone back to her house twice during the daytime, when she knew Jim would be at work. As she packed up the things, she decided she absolutely needed, the phone had rung almost all the time she was there. But that same cold and numb feeling would come over her that she felt in the Motel room and she would refuse to take a step towards the phone to answer it. Besides, she felt she had nothing to say to Jim, nothing at all. She needed a break, alone from her husband's influence, to think things out for herself.
Pamela had been a real doll to let her stay at her place as long as she wanted and she decided she should take advantage of the offer to avoid the painful memories that just walking into her own house seemed to stir up.
"How's it going up there, Miss Universe?" Pamela shouted upstairs. "The guys will be ringing that bell any minute!"
Cathy got a little shaky when she heard the word 'guys'. It sounded too much like high school ... she didn't want to "go through that routine again!
She looked in the mirror one last time and saw a very full feminine body in the reflection ... her long red hair gleamed from the many brushings she had given it, and her features were smooth and delicate. The tight red dress made her look like she had stepped right out of one of those men's photo magazines, with a touch of class and know how! Her breasts parted to reveal the soft cleavage framed by the Vee of the dress as it traveled up to her shoulders.
Oh well, Cathy thought. Everybody dresses this way now, I don't have to be afraid I look "cheap" and I might as well accent my assets! Another current of rage rippled through her, a force that Pamela had carefully nurtured each time it appeared. Now, she was able to turn it on whenever she wanted to. Any time she felt sad or began to feel the first tears forming in her eyes, the memory of one of Pamela's pep talks would switch on like a tape recording.
Cathy came down stairs, burning with the thought that Jim, the man she had chosen to marry, had mistreated her. Jim, the boy who had treated her like a queen all through high school. Jim, the guy she went steady with for two years after graduation while he went to business school and she worked as a secretary in San Francisco. She wondered if he had been lying to her all that time too. It dawned on her that he had probably been playing the same game all along. This additional humiliating thought, as she waited for her date to arrive, made her boil.
Pamela was ready to call up to her again, but she came in and saw her there, lost in thought.
What a fiery looking little bitch! she thought enviously. Well, I may not be as sexy looking but there's a few tricks up this girl's sleeve that Miss Innocence over there has never heard of! She stroked her hair, its highlights carefully pointed up by the rinse she had given it that morning.
She observed Cathy carefully as she walked across the room. What a set-up! she calculated to herself. She had had a scheme in mind for some time now, and Cathy seemed to be the final piece of the almost completed puzzle. Unless she had her computer on the wrong program, they could both be rolling in dough, with clothes, jewelry, cars, The Works, in a very short time.
"What you need is a drink," she suggested, "to limber you up for your first adventure in post-marital partying!" She stepped up to the bar.
Cathy was nervous, and her good looks didn't hide it. Pamela prepared two Bloody Marys, stiff ones. "Here, take a little juice, it's good for you. It's not healthy for a young woman like you to worry."
"Yeah, you're right, as usual," said Cathy grateful for Pamela's ability to somehow always have the right word or solution to her moods. Cathy could barely keep up with Pamela's drive and purpose.
"You're a life-saver, Pam," she said, leaning back and taking a good swallow on her drink. "I'd probably be in the looney bin by now, or worse, back with Jim, if it hadn't been for you!"
"Who, me? Listen Cathy, it was getting boring living alone," Pamela replied, rearranging her dress in front of another of the mirrors that seemed to be all over the house. "By the way, you really look great tonight. Don't you feel better now that you're going out? That dress looks like it was hand-made for you ... and I'm glad you decided to take my suggestion about the false eyelashes, they make those eyes of yours really shine!"
She was getting kind of eager herself about Cathy's first date. It was like a new life for her, and she hoped she wouldn't live to regret it. It was important that this test run for her plan go as smoothly as possible. Mike had set the whole thing up for her, assuring her that it would work without a hitch. She hadn't let Cathy know that she had never met either of their "dates", and certainly she had no idea of telling her they were "clients", from her friend Mike's new "Recreation for Executives" club. No sense in getting her scared on her first night, she figured. As a matter-of-fact, the less she knew the better.
But Pamela was excited too because she liked to meet new men. While she really did not care for or trust men in general, she liked a man once she had the chance to acquaint her body with him.
"You know," she said to Cathy in a woman-to-woman tone, "You don't need to feel funny about going out like this. A lot of the girls I know in town have been enjoying it. I mean people you went to school with, too, like Mary and Alice...."
"Mary and Alice!" Cathy exclaimed, "why I thought they were still married and what about the kids...."
"Grow up ... I'm telling you, honey, marriage is no Garden of Eden, you should be convinced of that by now. Why what that creep did to you...."
Cathy was starting to feel the vodka tucked away in the tomato juice when Pamela refilled her glass from a pitcher she had brought from the bar. Cathy's hand was reeling, not only from the drink, but from the incredible news that two of her best friends from high school had been going out with men other than their own husbands. She was relieved Pamela had mentioned that. Now she felt a lot less odd about everything that had happened to herself lately.
"What did you say the ... my date's name is?"
"Bill ... Bill Anderson," Pamela answered, barely remembering herself. "I'm sure you'll find him attractive," she added, praying she was right. "He's quite a guy, very sensitive and tender." She just hoped he wasn't too odd-looking.
"You haven't been wrong yet!" Cathy reassured her," and besides it's only a date! I'm not marrying the guy." she hoped the date didn't disappoint her like her husband just had, and polished off her drink.
"It's going to be a great night, I can feel it!" Pamela chimed in, trying to sell herself as well as Cathy on the idea.
The ringing doorbell jolted both of them, and then Pamela turned on the slinky walk and the perfectly practiced look on her face that would be her final beauty secret for this evening.
The two men weren't bad at all, she concluded, as she carefully though subtly looked them over as they came in. Once they introduced themselves, she wished she had taken Bill for herself, since he turned out to be the taller and better looking of the two. '
"Craig and Bill ... this is Cathy Carlson."
Cathy squirmed in her chair and looked down when Bill stared unashamedly at her as a smile formed on his lips.
He wasn't too bad looking at all, she had to agree with Pamela, thank God for that. He seemed like an ordinary sort of guy and was polite enough. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all. It would be just the change of pace she needed to get over this thing with Jim. Why after a few drinks, dancing ... She'd be back to her old self again. Well, why not? Who knows what Jim is doing with his time now. Bill held her coat as she slipped her arms into it.
She did catch both men eyeing her low cut dress and its contents with pleasure, and although she was a little unnerved, Cathy had to admit she enjoyed their attentions.
It wasn't long before the two couples were in Bill's car and were on their way to the "OK Corral", a small club on the edge of town. Cathy sat politely beside Bill while Craig and Pamela made small talk in the back seat. Cathy was beginning to feel the stirrings of her old self, cheerful and confident. Bill handled the car well, even if he drove a little faster than she would have, and the combination of speed and vodka flowing through her system gave her the illusion of complete freedom.
The club was already crowded by the time they arrived, but they spotted a small table in a corner, under an old leather saddle that hung down from the ceiling. A loud band produced a steady supply of country and western numbers and several couples were out on the dance floor in front of the band at the far end of the room. The lights were turned down low and except for lamps on each table made from oldfashioned milk bottles, the only thing they could really see from their table was ... each other! It was quite cozy and intimate and Cathy began to enjoy the atmosphere.
Pamela was right about Bill being kind of different ... he was discussing economics of all things ... and it was only their first date! Jim would never bother to discuss such things with her and it really gave her a boost to have a man listening to her ideas, taking them, and her, seriously. She had forgotten she had a darn good head on her shoulders.
The drinks came fast and free and before she realized it, Bill had his arm around her. Well, after all, there really wasn't anything too lewd about that, she thought to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, Cathy caught Bill downing his third bourbon, but he didn't seem plastered, he was just as nice as could be. His blue eyes and short blond hair gave him a neat, clean kind of outdoors look.
Pamela and Craig had been out on the dance floor for what seemed like an awfully long time. Cathy raised her head to look for them out among the couples, but she saw no trace of them. She couldn't figure out why Bill hadn't asked her to dance.
"Don't you care much for dancing?" she teased him.
"You know you have very pretty green eyes ... quite unusual ... with the red hair, I mean ... Sure, I like to dance, but these fast numbers are not my speed. When they play something more relaxing, I'll take you for a spin or two!" He chuckled and tried to attract the waiter to order another round.
After a few minutes, Pamela and Craig reappeared. Craig looked over to Bill and winked and Bill laughed out loud. Cathy wasn't sure what was going on, but at that point, she really didn't care all that much. She was having a better time than she had had in ages. The music was grabbing her deep inside, making her feel more alive and beautiful. She couldn't wait to get out on the dance floor. Peering over at Pamela, she could tell her hair was out of place. Probably from dancing, she surmised.
"Did you have fun, Pam?" she asked. "I couldn't see you out there anywhere."
"Oh, we were out there all right ... " Her words washed around each other, the night's drinks registering their effect. "We were over on the other side ... and then we stepped out for a breath of fresh air ... ole Craig here is quite a smoothie out on the floor ... poetry in motion!"
Pamela tried to reconstruct her hairdo and then reached for her newly arrived drink. She certainly hadn't planned that little detour!! Craig had steered her right off the floor and then gotten her so worked up in a little stairwell that she had agreed to step out to the car right then. He was a little eager, but not bad ... not bad at all, considering they were in a car, wondering if he was going to want more later on. Well the price was going to be double if he did, Pamela knew she would never get The Works, giving away two for the price of one!
The band took a break and a fill-in group started playing a slow number. With the first few bars giving him all the encouragement he needed, Bill tugged Cathy out onto the floor, not that she needed any coaxing.
"Now this is what I call music!" he said, bringing Cathy close to his tall athletic body. For a moment, Cathy was a little perturbed about the way he pulled her so close. After all, this was their first date. But then, she had to admit it felt so nice to float about in time to the romantic music so she let herself melt into his form, humming softly along with the melody. God, this sure beat arguing and staying home all the time, or going to one of those creepy parties with the other business machine reps and their girls!
Bill increased the strength behind his hold on Cathy and before she knew it both his arms were around her waist, their bodies swaying only faintly in time to the music.
But other parts of him were moving. He was slowly and expertly meshing his hips and thighs with her loins in time to the music and she was beginning to feel every nook and cranny of him pressing smoothly against her. His penis expanded against the warm flatness of her belly, pushing as he rubbed and rubbed slowly up against her.
Cathy blushed and tried to pull away from him, but she couldn't. And although she was somewhat reluctant, she allowed herself to remain with her waist flattened up against his bulging rod.
* * *
Cathy tittered most of the way back to Pamela's house. She felt just like a teenager ... foolish and light-headed. She hardly questioned the fact that they dropped Pamela and Craig off at a bar on the way home that had some hotel rooms in back. Pamela had just blurted out that she wasn't ready to go home yet and the two of them had jumped out without further explanation, leaving Bill and Cathy on their own.
"Well, Miss Carlson, got any suggestions," Bill asked.
"Suggestions ..-..?" Suddenly, Cathy realized that Pamela had been making all her decisions since she had come over that frantic night. She felt like a youngster, whose mother had just left her on the playground alone for the first time ... should she suggest they go somewhere or did she want to go home? And if they went back to Pamela's place ... what if he wanted to...?
Bill saved her the trouble of thinking any further about her predicament.
"Hey, you got anything to drink back at your place? I could use a little pick-me-up!"
"Oh, sure we've got plenty to drink. Pamela keeps the bar well-stocked," Cathy heard herself saying, relieved to have the situation resolved.
And besides, she decided there wouldn't be any harm in letting him come in for a drink back at Pamela's. He would probably sip his nightcap, kiss her once or twice and ask her out for another night. By then, Pamela would be drifting back in. She wasn't quite ready to go slide under the sheets yet anyway, she hadn't had this much excitement since the old days when she went to the dances at the Rec Hall. Finally, too, her agonizing thoughts about Jim had passed, and it was up to her to enjoy her state of relative freedom from torment as long as she could.
"Just don't go getting any funny ideas, Mr. Anderson," she teased him as they pulled into Pamela's driveway and under the carport.
Bill looked at her, with an expressionless face.
"Why no, believe me, it's just a drink to me!" he said chuckling. "Have I done or said anything to give you any reason for suspicion?" This chick must like to play it real innocent, and I can play that game, too, he figured.
* * *
Cathy stood with her back to Bill as she fixed the drinks at the bar.
"Let me see," she said out loud, "if I remember correctly it's bourbon for you ... and vodka for me ... don't want to spoil my breath."
"A smart girl like you doesn't forget much!" Bill said, staring at Cathy's perfectly shaped, firm backside.
Cathy laughed.
"That's right, mister!"
She was surprised by his bold touch and when his fingers reached the crack of her buttocks, she spun around to face him.
"You're a real dish!" he said, grinning into her face and gently stroking her half-naked breasts. He had not anticipated any trouble and was totally unprepared for the hard smack on his face.
All of a sudden, Cathy felt herself becoming sober as a judge. She was determined not to let another foul-up put her in the same position she found herself in with that carpet man. She shivered, a wave of revulsion starting at her feet and traveling straight up to her head.
"Listen!" she said. "I kinda like you and was hoping we would be able to get together again sometime, but I must ask you to lay off the merchandise!"
Bill couldn't believe his ears. He'd known all kinds of girls and seen a lot of routines girls used to tease and taunt and turn on men. Sometimes it was to hook a man and sometimes it was just to make it more interesting. This time he knew he had paid his money and wasn't going to take no for an answer. The broad was built like a brick shit-house and if he had to drag in Pamela and Craig to prove he'd paid for a piece of this young chick's sweet ass, he would!
He'd waited patiently all evening long, even when Craig had gotten himself a little sneak preview of the feature that was probably playing right now in the back of that bar! The booze he had been drinking hadn't really shown itself till now and suddenly he felt himself getting hot with rage. He jolted forward and began to push Cathy towards the open door that led to Pamela's bedroom.
"Now you're really asking for trouble, aren't you, you little cock-tease?" he sputtered through clenched teeth. "You're trying to run out on me and keep the money I paid for you!"
Cathy figured he was talking about the drinks and cover charge at the "OK Corral," but it sounded more serious than that. She tried to back away from him but he moved in on her and she had to scratch and dig her nails into him to prevent him from hitting her. She realized that, unlike Ken Brown, this man would really hurt her. He was twisting her arm brutally and her cries pierced the air in Pamela's room. Not in the mood to waste anymore time, he threw her down on the mattress, letting go of her for the first time since this episode began.
"Now you stay right there, young lady!" he yelled down at her as he started tearing off his clothes.
Cathy lay quivering on the bed, afraid of the big man and the mood he seemed to be in. She was too petrified to move a muscle and she barely breathed as if any sign of life from her would trigger his violent urges.
Bill stared down at the tan body, wrapped in red. His cock had been mad with desire all night to open up those long soft legs and get up into that cunt inside her rounded hips and in a few moments he would do just that.
Cathy knew how this little drama had to end. With a sureness that allowed for no deviations, she knew this man was going to have her right there on that bed. He would do mad and perverted things to her, as if in punishment for what had not happened with Ken Brown ... for her ridiculous naivete. It was quite beyond her why Bill had changed into this raving maniac. She didn't think she had teased him at all, but she had a few drinks she knew and then she had let him dance with her like that and that had got him going. But still, this didn't seem to fit together with the same Bill of earlier that evening.
She could hear him removing his shoes and heard them drop to the floor. She still found it hard to understand that she had done something to provoke this ... that she had done something to invite what was going to happen to her momentarily ... unless Pamela came home and rescued her, that is.
She began to silently hope for Pamela's return, but somewhere inside she knew that was a long shot that would never pay off.
He was ready now, and moving towards her.
"Oh, please, don't!" she protested as he reached her. She tried to squirm away from his touch.
"Shut up, whore!" Bill cried out. He unzipped the back of her knit dress and then carefully and resolutely pulled it up over her shoulders disturbing her hair as it came over her head, leaving her naked except for her underthings. All the while, Cathy was hiding her pale horrified face in the bed, her body stiff with fear. She could feel Bill's eyes burning through her flesh and she shuddered as she felt her sheer nylon panties being pulled down over her hips and down her trim thighs, and then the clasp of her brassiere opening up to Bill's touch. His expertise seemed to frighten her more, and she buried herself deeper in the covers.
"Turn over on your back!" he ordered and Cathy ob-eyed out of blind fear. In the beginning, she would not look at him. Somehow, in front of this total stranger's eyes she felt more naked than she ever had been, more degraded than she had ever thought possible. If she did as she was told, she reasoned, it would be over faster. Her thoughts shifted to Jim, her husband ... what would he think if he could see what was happening tonight to her. And a little voice, a woman's voice, told her he wouldn't give a damn. That's what Pamela would say ... he wouldn't give a damn!
Tears rolled down her flushed face and she realized that she had shed more tears in the last week than she had cried throughout her life. She also felt an aching throb in her stomach from all the vodka she had consumed that night. If only she could pass out and not know anything about what was about to happen to her.
Cathy peered up at Bill, who was gazing hungrily down at her inviting flesh. His naked body loomed over her, and she could see his stiff penis sticking up out of the brown fuzz of hair at his groin. It looked awful! The thought that he was going to work that lewd extension of his flesh up her thighs and into her sacred crevice ... the very idea! She shuddered and turned her face away at the idea of being made love to by someone other than her husband.
"Please don't!" she begged, then fearing that he would become enraged again, she fell silent, regretting having said anything. The whole thing made her sick, and she felt she just couldn't let herself go through with it, no matter what the cost, even if he killed her!
But Bill continued his fixed stare, and despite her brave thoughts, Cathy felt so vulnerable she did not budge. He had left her garter belt and stockings on, and Cathy knew what a racy lurid picture she presented to him, lying there exposed for all the world to see.
Bill almost drooled as he looked down at her, savoring a few moments of complete power over Cathy. His eyes swept along her long shapely legs clad in the sheer stockings that allowed her dark tan to show, then rose to her milk-white crotch that had been barely covered by her bikini bottoms. Her thighs were riveted together, as though they would barricade any trespasser from tasting the succulent, sweet pleasures of the satin, juicy channel they protected. Cathy's breasts were full orbs of flesh that swayed on her rib cage with each breath she took.
"Wow!" he said, "this is too good to believe!"
Cathy closed her eyes tightly, waiting for his assault. She just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. She couldn't bear the thought of being looked at this way any longer. But instead of the rough treatment she expected, tearing her sensitive skin, she experienced something totally different. Not wanting to resort to crushing treatment, Bill had begun to move his fingers softly along the tender inner flesh of Cathy's legs, one hand on each leg, moving slowing up and opening her legs as he went, until they were spread across the bed and his thumbs were pushing into the silken tan flesh at the tops of her stockings.
A huge wave of resigned protest passed through her at the light teasing touch. It was worse than if he had just taken her quickly, at least then it would be over with!
Bill smiled at the tantalizing position he had Cathy in. He decided to take his sweet time, since Cathy had given him such a rough go of it with all her protests and intrigue!
"Please!" Cathy cried out, tormented by the sickening sensation of Bill's hands gently plying the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Pretty soon you'll be on your hands and knees pleading for it!" Bill replied, expertly maintaining his continuous rhythm until Cathy thought she would burst.
Cathy began to thrash about on the bed in a futile effort to get away, but Bill always brought her back to just the position he wanted her to be in, so that he could continue massaging the muscles in her thighs, so invitingly close to her delicately quivering pussy.
When Bill thought she had created just the state he was working for, his hands traveled on, settling on the unprotected entrance to Cathy's pussy, concentrating on the part that had such an abundance of subtle soft folds. He separated the inner labia and began to flick at the small pulsating pleasure button of her clitoris until, with a deep groan that caused her chest to heave, Cathy felt a quick surge of lubricating juices flow to her vagina, causing the automatic opening of her firmly quivering slit.
Cathy's involuntary moan spurred him on to more adventurous manipulations of his prisoner's captive cunt; and teasing as he went, he worked back and forth, continuing his steady pressure, a smile plastered on his lips as he enjoyed the steady but ever-mounting change in her responses.
The outraged sounds of protest were becoming grunts and whimpers of unwanted pleasure. The steady flicking at Cathy's clitoris began to send percussive jolts of lust charging through her body, and her earlier fighting movements were transformed into uncontrolled and subtler expressions of waves of pleasure. The hedonistic act to which she had become an unwanted accomplice brought tears of shame to her eyes. She felt that her own body had betrayed her and this last phase was proof of that fact. She was completely defenseless, an obedient robot to her own biological processes ... processes that were taking her over more and more with every second.
Bill began to move his hands all over Cathy's waiting body, making small orbits of hot passion around the double mounds of her breasts, forcing her nipples into stiffness, then returning to the lower depths where he once again allowed his fingers to inhabit the now wide-open gates of Cathy's young, flowing pussy.
Oh, Mother of Mercy! she thought, how did I get into this humiliating situation ... Why did I let myself go out with someone I hadn't known? Why was Jim driven to cheat on me in the first place?
But she could not dwell on these thoughts too long, as she was slipping into that state of excited passion where her pride and what little self-respect she had left no longer mattered.
Her red hair tossed behind her, spreading across the bed as she moved her head from side to side, clenching her jaw in a vain attempt to stem the tide of lust that was sweeping over her.
Adultery! She, Cathy Carlson, was committing adultery. But the voice of Pamela came up inside her again, saying, "Don't be silly! You deserve a morsel of revenge after all the times that old man of yours was a fink!" and with this voice the last resistance was overturned and a well of passion was released, sending Shockwave after Shockwave of exciting pleasure through every cell of Cathy's prone figure; tiny clusters and explosions surged through her overloaded system and she was whimpering like a helpless baby.
"It's disgusting, disgusting!" But even as she heard herself utter these words, she knew there was no hope now and all she could do was to give herself totally.
"Mmmmmmm Ooooh ... Oooh...! she yelled twisting her ravishing physique lewdly and scratching at invisible fingers in the air above her for something to grab on to.
Bill knew the time he had slowly been working towards had finally come.
Alright he said to himself, and then out loud "Would you like to be fucked?" He smiled shamelessly.
"Nooooo!" Cathy shouted, but Bill continued the frenzied workings of his expert hands on her hot pussy, now inserting three fingers high up into the undulating sheath of her vagina, causing a tantalizing taste of bliss that eliminated the last bit of reserve that remained in the recesses of Cathy's wildly excited cunt.
"Yes, fuck me, yes, fuck me please, please!" she screamed, thrusting her hips up to meet the scurrying fingers that rammed into her open flesh.
The words barely reached her own ears, obscene words that sounded familiar to her from an old dream memory.
"Oh, God, give it to me, sock it to me hard!", she begged.
Bill took pride in observing this girl who had so recently slapped his face, her hips churning, her back arching up off the covers, her mouth a twisted scene of sputters and gasps, eyes frozen in a wild gaze as she sought total and complete release through him.
This is better than the usual fare! he thought privately, making ready his expanded cock with one hand and targeting it directly at the oozingly inviting cunt that wiggled passionately down between the tan thighs before him. It was going to feel awfully good dissecting that hot enveloping cunt with his massive throbbing cock, knifing it and then blasting loads of sperm deep up into her silken sweet belly!
CHAPTER FIVE
Pamela sat humming at her dressing room table while brushing her thickly waving blonde hair.
It had been a pretty good night's work. She'd had a great time and gotten some money for frills in the process. Craig had slipped her an extra 75 bucks for going to the hotel with him, so in addition to the free drinks and laughs she'd pulled in $175 for herself. Not bad! She put Cathy's $ 100 in an envelope and decided to mail it to her.
She had noticed a quickly written note left on her dressing table when she returned early that morning from her stop-off at the hotel.
"Have to go home right away. Feel terrible ... Will call you later."
At first Pamela hadn't been able to understand the message but after she noticed the roughly made bed and glaring cum stains on the pastel spread, she figured that Cathy had been royally fucked. She was momentarily disappointed that she hadn't hustled a switch in dates early in the game, but she let it slide rather than dwell on regrets. Next time! She felt confident that once Cathy had had a few drinks she would be willing to take part in her plans.
"I'll bet that right now she's just about getting over the first Shockwaves," Pamela thought confidently, firmly running the brush through her glistening hair. "Once she sees what a breeze it is she'll ask for more...."
She laid down her brush and untying her silk gown, fondled her firm globular breasts with their sore red nipples and then noticed a dark bruise near her shoulder.
"Shit!" she complained out loud. "I told that fucker not to bite!"
Cathy was finally in her own bed after several nights of sleeping out, and she was glad to be here despite being sapped of most of her energy and rather flipped-out as a result of that experience with Bill. How could she account for what had gone on? It was just more than she could handle!
As she had guessed, Jim wasn't home and after being inside and seeing that quite a few of his clothes were missing she decided that he must be staying in the city. It bothered her, but at least she wouldn't have to come face to face with him. Crawling up the stairs, she felt the ache between her legs, an ache resulting from Bill's relentless cock. Cathy moaned and shivered as she fell into her bed, remembering how she had submitted to his aggressions, sighing with shame but feeling so turned on when at last he made her open her legs so wide that he could finally plunge his hard dominating penis completely into the fleshy lips of her tormented cunt. She had groaned painfully but this complaint was small in comparison to the insane craving for his whole huge cock to invade and completely take over her begging pussy.
She remembered crying out lewdly, madly screaming with all her force when his obscene cock plunged into her, over and over, hurting and hurting, until it felt so fantastic she thought she would faint from this evil pleasure. Jim had never felt so outrageously good as this night with Bill, and this was even more upsetting to her.
Wide awake in her bed, thoughts raced through her mind, and it was not at all easy to suppress the memory of what she viewed as the most sinful night of her life. She just didn't understand, just couldn't justify how she could have had such intense pleasure with someone she didn't love, didn't even really know at all. What was going on? Was there an indecent part of her personality that she'd never known about? Cathy remembered wondering about these same things when she was a teenager and she never let the boy get inside her but then she had tossed in bed at night frustrated, wishing she had the nerve to let them do whatever they wanted to her. Maybe she was immoral!
When Bill's thick cock had sunk deep into her belly, she had hoped she would die that very moment with the fabulous sensation of ecstasy still swirling madly within her aching loins. She had remained motionless at first not daring to move while his enormous member twitched involuntarily deep inside her belly. The enormous circumference of his hot penis stuffed into her fully, swelling out the elastic walls of her inner cavern, and Cathy felt the most surprising and strangest thing of all. She began to cum immediately! The orgasm built on its own without help from her! Instead of fighting for it, praying for it, the way she did with Jim, it had come of its own accord, with no effort other than the one smooth stroke into her fiery cunt.
Cathy sobbed in bed as she remembered the scene. "Oh, I'm so screwed up!" she murmured, "So lost!"
From that degrading helpless moment on, she had been nothing but a tool for Bill's pleasures, cumming again and again as the submissive position encouraged a kind of masochistic pleasure in her, turning humiliation into overwhelming passion.
If she had only known then what she knew now, She would never be the same again! She was incredulous at how she had been so ecstatic, so turned on by this brutal treatment ... she felt like a real whore!
She had kissed Bill with moist, wide-open lips, her eyes romantically closed, grabbing at his hair, screwing her hips up to him, obscenely spreading her legs, yielding like putty in his hands every time he moved her into a new position. His hands manipulated her bulbous breasts while he skewered into her, and Cathy hummed passionately, accepting whatever he gave her like a sex-slave. They had both become inundated with sweat, their slippery bodies creating even higher degrees of sexual abandon.
Oh, Jesus, it had been absolutely too good! The ache in her vagina was proof. She wondered what Jim would think if he ever found out. Even though she had caught him in the act that night at the Motel, she knew she couldn't use it as an excuse to accept her complete submission to another man's body!
When Bill let his soft penis slip from Cathy's ravaged body several hours later, she was very surprised by his total aloofness. She watched as he dressed and prepared to leave. Then he turned to her...."Hey, thanks," he said coolly, "Thanks, baby!"
Cathy hid under the covers, visualizing in her mind his cold features, the expression of contempt that jarred his mouth. If only she could evaporate and get out of here this instant. Once he was out the door though, she jumped out of bed, threw her clothes on and left a hurried note to Pamela. She just couldn't tolerate being around anyone right now, including Pam. She was totally shocked by her recent actions!
She firmly decided to stay in bed until she was calmed down and even though the phone started ringing at 9:00 A.M. she refused to answer it.
* * *
The mailman slipped the Carlson's mail into the slot on the door. He curiously peeked into the windows. He hadn't noticed anyone around the house for a number of days, and now wondered what was happening since he knew the young couple did not typically take a vacation this time of the year. The mail plopped to the floor and lay there untouched for several hours until Cathy finally got up for a cup of coffee. This marked her second morning in the house, by herself, and she felt quite a bit better even though she was still wiped out and depressed. Noticing the mail, she stooped down low in her nightgown to pick it up. The normal bills, and then she saw two letters from Jim, as well as one from Pam. Hard times sure bring out the admirers, she thought as she moved into the kitchen, doubtfully looking through the letters.
After fixing herself some coffee, she opened the mail and took a careful look. Both letters from Jim begged her to let him see her ... to allow him a chance to explain. As if there were anything to explain! she thought angrily. He had sent a check for her needs and asked that she call him at his office right away.
Cathy read them tearfully, her hands quivering, shaking with emotion. Could she actually forgive him? And more important, could she ever forgive herself? Then she accidentally noticed the yellow envelope from Pamela having almost forgotten it, and upon opening it she found a new one hundred dollar bill and a brief message advising her to stand her ground firmly if Jim should try to manipulate her into reuniting.
"Remember what he did to you!" she wrote, "You'll be a fool to forget it!"
But why this money? Cathy was confused as she placed the bill along side the check from her husband on the table. Christ, did everything have to be so complex? She'd have to call Pam to let her know she didn't need this money, at least as long as Jim kept sending her checks! But it was sweet of her to be concerned like this! What a great friend Pam is, she thought, feeling grateful to her for all her support and encouragement. She would have to tell her in no uncertain terms that she couldn't go out with anyone again ... ever! But that didn't need to affect their relationship, certainly.
As she sat there sipping her coffee, thinking about what she should do next, the phone rang, and after resisting just a moment, Cathy decided she had pulled herself together enough to answer it.
"Cathy! God, I've been desperately trying to get a hold of you for days ... where've you been ... are you okay?"
Jim's voice sounded so fantastic to her ... and he seemed genuinely concerned! But recalling Pamela's advice to be firm, she remained rather quiet while he talked to her, responding once in awhile in a little quiet voice with a monosyllabic yes or no.
She was just about to agree to meet him for lunch that afternoon when there was a click on the line and a woman's voice cut in...."Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Carlson, I wasn't aware you were on this line ... umm ... would you like me to hang up?"
"Yes, for Christ sake, hang up...!!" he yelled impatiently. It was his new secretary ... he had decided it would be wise to replace Betty immediately, and this new girl was quite a bit less striking and intelligent than Betty had been.
Cathy grew cool on her end of the phone. That voice ... it sounded so much like that girl's ... the one who cried out with such acute pleasure as Jim's erection toyed with her. The thought enraged her! She was certain it was the same girl. And he had her right there in his office!
"Jim! I recognize that voice ... it's her! ... you've got her right there!" she yelled hysterically into the phone.
"No, honey ... that's the replacement ... I mean that ... Sweetheart listen to me ... you must believe me!"
"And just tell me why I should ! Just tell me one good reason why I should ever believe you again! If you can, that is!" Cathy yelled, the words sticking in her throat. She slammed down the receiver, desperate for something to do, all hopes of getting back together with her husband destroyed.
Pam was right! she seethed silently. He had the nerve to be talking to me with that girl right there! How could he?
* * *
Pamela could hardly believe it when she found Cathy was still totally unaware that Bill had paid $100 for her services that night. But then, thinking it over, she saw that it really was possible. After all, there was no need for the subject to ever be discussed, since the money had been prepaid!
But she sure had been upset and kind of crazy about never going out again. Pamela could not get Cathy to talk about her reasons, even though she was as persuasive as she possibly could be, so she decided to just keep quiet about it for a little while. Anyway, she had just picked out a new apartment in San Francisco, and much of her time was spent decorating it just the way she wanted, with soft fur-covered cushions, thick furry rugs ... in fact, the whole room was piled with furs, something she had always dreamed of having, and this was the room designed and outfitted especially for her "visitors."
She was certain Cathy would want to move in with her after she grew tired of living alone in such a large house. Obviously, she and Jim were hopelessly split up, at least for awhile. As long as Pamela convinced Cathy to listen to her, she didn't worry about it too much. When it was appropriate, she would help Cathy move to San Francisco and into her apartment, and within a year, between them both, she'd be in a very comfortable position and able to "retire" ... along with Cathy.
She was dependent on her younger friend for a partner ... she would attract a classier more sophisticated group of clientele and she could use her to inspire interest when new fields had to be explored. She had known for some time that even though she was still very attractive to men, she didn't have that naturalness and elegance that Cathy was filled with. That turned on men, she was quite aware, and when it was needed, Cathy would be there to provide it. Maybe she could even swing it so that Cathy was totally blind to what was going on! Just until it didn't matter any more ... Maybe she should give it a try!
CHAPTER SIX
It was warm and sunny when they arrived in San Francisco and people were reveling in the Indian summer. Cathy had not regretted closing up the house ... it seemed so big with her in it alone. She had wearied of wandering around inside it so depressed, watching television all by herself night after night, once in a while reading a mystery novel. She was cool to old friends and acquaintances to keep them from wanting to drop by, finding her embarrassing situation more than she wanted to openly expose to other people. She saw Pamela almost every day and that was as much company as she needed. Jim came by twice to see her, but each time she had been unable to control her hurt and anger and had yelled such scorching obscenities at him that he was forced to either leave or accept the consequences of hitting her, a gesture brought on by his own pent-up anger and frustration at being impotent in getting her to reason with him.
Almost a month had passed since then, and Cathy had accepted Pamela's offer to share her city apartment. It sounded like a good idea so she sadly packed her clothes and some of her favorite smaller items around the house. As she left, she wondered if she would ever see this place again. Now she didn't know what would happen to the house. She and Jim had talked about buying it at some point, but it seemed all in the past now.
Living in the city was an appealing idea. Perhaps it would be just what she needed to get a new perspective on life. Hopefully she would be able to be composed the next time she was with Jim, rather than fall into fits of what seemed like hysteria. All she needed was to see him and she lost control.
The two women turned on all the lights in the large apartment and Cathy checked out her new place. She had visited the apartment once before with Pamela, and although Pam hadn't finished furnishing and decorating, Cathy liked the sunny spacious rooms. She had no idea it would look so magnificent when it was completely finished.
"Pam ... it's outrageous! Positively beautiful!"
Pamela was already at the bar mixing a couple of martinis. "I know," she agreed...."Even if I say so myself ... It's fantastic! It ought to be this beautiful for what it cost!"
"But Pamie, how can you afford it?" Cathy asked. "I just don't understand how you do it!"
"Oh, Bob sends me some bread every now and then ... he's doing all right now you know!" she lied, enraged at the thought of her ex-husband's almost penniless condition. And besides, she knew that even if he could he'd never consider giving her a cent. They hadn't made any kind of financial agreement in their divorce. Pamela had gone down to Mexico for a quickie and that's all there was to it.
Cathy sipped her drink, beginning to relax a bit. This helped her to feel more at home.
"I think I'll just have one more martini, Pam, before I go to bed. I'm just exhausted." At the bar, she mixed another drink, this time a bit stronger. Pamela sat at a small easel painting a bowl of brightly colored flowers. She had taken up the hobby now that she had more free time.
"Help yourself, honey!" she said, looking over at Cathy. She made a mental note to herself to take Cathy to the hairdresser's the next day and see that she bought some new lingerie. "Get a good night's sleep, Cathy. I've got a date in a little while."
"Well, don't let me interfere. There's enough room here that we should be able to live two separate lives if we want to."
"How true!" Pam agreed, smiling to herself.
* * *
Cathy's bed was soft and quite comfortable. She happily sank deep into the mattress. Her third martini had caught up with her and it felt so good to lay her head down on the airy downy pillow. Just before she dozed off to sleep, she heard the sound of the door buzzing and remembered that Pamela was expecting a date. A lonely feeling ran through her. It seemed like so long since she'd had any fun. She was forced to ignore her body's yearnings, moments when she would tingle with desire. She knew there was no way to satisfy them. Not after what had happened with Bill ... she was so afraid after that that she knew she would either have to return to Jim or fall in love with someone new before she could feel like a whole woman again. But until one of those happened, she was resigned to waiting it out, suffering, and just hoped it wouldn't be very long.
These thoughts kept Cathy in that state just before deep dreaming sleep but past total consciousness. She was surprised when she was shocked into alertness by a loud masculine laugh.
God! she thought. These walls are a lot thinner than I thought. Their voices travel all the way in here!
Then she heard another laugh, this time Pamela's. She realized that it wasn't coming from the living room but from what Pam called the "den". That peculiar fur-filled room she had made. It was just next to Cathy's room, connected by a door.
She turned over, then hid her head under the pillow trying to block out the noise. She hoped they'd leave soon so she could get to sleep. A couple minutes went by and hearing nothing further, Cathy began to doze off, abruptly awakened by a high pitched squeal. She sat up quickly, squinting into the darkness of her room and listening carefully. Maybe Pam needed some help!
After the next squeal, Cathy jumped out of bed. She stood quietly by the connecting door for a minute, not sure what she should do. At last she decided to open the door just a bit and look in. She could make sure everything was all right this way, then go back to sleep.
She opened the door ever so lightly and peered questioningly into the other room. Its decor always knocked Cathy out. Black foam-covered wall, mirrored ceiling, a twelve-inch-thick pad of foam covering the hard floor beneath it. There were luxurious fur-throws strewn about and the light, which came from hidden spot-beams in the walls, washed the room with a pale-yellow glow that could at any moment become purple, pink or red. But it wasn't the decor that got to Cathy now. It was what she saw going on in the middle of the floor.
Pamela lay stretched out, totally naked, her thighs wide-open, and a man was kneeling down between her legs, his head bent low over her quivering body. Cathy gasped. She could see that Pamela was immersed in a primal ecstasy, her arms and legs jerking spasmodically, and her eyes closed tightly while he'r tongue protruded ever so slightly from her parted lips. Tiny squeals of pleasure were coming from her lips, punctuated with harsher cries like the ones that woke Cathy up. And the man between her legs was running his tongue all over her body, touching every bit of her, working his mouth steadily at the succulent flesh that rolled back and forth beneath his caresses.
Cathy moved away from the crack in the open doorway, the scene still creating its shocking effect on her. But then she leaned forward and looked again. She knew she shouldn't be so curious, but she couldn't stand not to re-examine the spectacle she had just witnessed. She felt as if she had been mesmerized, and though she knew there was something wrong about what she was doing, she could not tear her eyes away from the depraved display before her.
Pamela! She had never seen Pamela laid out like this, stripped and writhing beneath some man's perverse sexual attentions.
She was really beautiful, she thought as she observed her good friend spread out on the floor in the next room. She had been driven to a fever pitch and her jaw hung down in frozen bliss.
"Oh, really, Earl ... reeeeaaaaalllleeeee...," she hissed. Earl's tongue struck repeatedly at the shimmering nub of raw sensation at the top of Pamela's open cuntal slit. She jerked convulsively as the electric contact was made and her legs grabbed his head in a tight scissor-like hold. Her hips began to shake in a steady up and down movement in time to the probings of his slavering tongue.
"Yuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm...." gentle murmurs of joy fell out of her now-firmly grinding teeth.
Cathy gasped in disbelief as she watched Pamela bending and collapsing to the constant sucking of her loins. And then abruptly, Earl's lips began a steady path up Pamela's undulating torso. They moved their way slowly, pausing now and then at special pleasure zones that would elicit further grunts of passion and torment from between her parted lips. It was then that Cathy could see Earl's lust-swollen cock darting out from the mass of blond curly hair in his crotch. It was enormous and Cathy reeled when she saw it pause briefly over Pamela's willing vagina. She was certain he was going to plunge it in her, but instead, he glided slowly up her sweat-soaked body and mounted her breasts, cowboy fashion. Cathy saw the tight bulges squeeze out under the hairy cheeks of Earl's buttocks as he let his weight come down on them, pushing them down onto her chest. His long meaty cock stood straight up from his groin, with the fleshy deep red head only a few inches above Pamela's gaping mouth.
Earl reached one hand behind him and with a snap of his wrist, maneuvered his extended middle finger deep between Pamela's spread-eagled legs, driving it into the delicate rubbery crevices of her cunt. She jerked as he rotated it around inside, massaging the wet responsive walls until Pamela moaned and panted like a she-wolf, breathing a contented groan of surrender as she submitted to the wanton plundering of her body.
He had total control over her.
An obscenely tormenting smirk -lined his lips as he reached down with his free hand and rubbed the underside of the head of his lust-thickened penis in a slowly teasing circle around Pamela's open lips. Her tongue flicked out hungrily from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the head. A thin string of lubricant seeped from it, stretching across her open mouth. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the teasing instrument into her mouth. But the man laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside on the semen-soaked ridge beneath. Pamela grunted and strained until Cathy could feel herself vicariously struggling with her.
Cathy's breathing came simultaneously with Pamela's gasps beneath the teasingly tormenting cock. Her whole body, every muscle, every nerve, was tense with her absorption in the fantastic scene going on in front of her eyes. She gawked with a dropped jaw, her mouth slightly open, and she could not tear herself away from watching the two sweating, entangled bodies.
Suddenly, Earl took Pamela brutally by the hair, pulling her head up off the thick fur rug, and at the same time, thrust forward to ram the thickly turgid head of his cock deep into her widely ovaled mouth.
Cathy choked in her breath. She was sure Pamela would gag on the huge instrument buried in between her lips, but rather saw her friend suck at it hungrily as though she had been waiting for its invasion of her mouth.
Earl raised up on his knees and with one hand holding Pamela's head up by the hair and the other sunk deep into her wide-split crotch, he began buffeting her body cruelly up and down on the floor. Cathy watched with horrified rapture as Pamela's elastic-like lips sucked with all their might on the punishing cock fucking into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the outstroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that Cathy never dreamed existed ... at least not in Pamela!
Pamela's lips continued to grasp hungrily at the growing penis sawing savagely into her mouth. The thin elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Earl grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched Pamela's lust-contorted face suck and lick at it like a child sucking a lollypop. She managed to free both her hands and placed them behind the man's muscularly flexing buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and pulled them to her.
Pamela began sucking like a wild woman. The thickly pummeling cock disappeared into a strange, lengthened fusion of her face as Earl drove with hollowed buttocks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far into her mouth until the coarse blond hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His balls danced beneath, slapping in unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin.
"Oh, God no!" Cathy screamed silently to herself. "He's going to strangle her! Poor Pamela! My God, no! No! No!"
Suddenly and without warning, Earl jerked his cock from between Pamela's sucking lips, holding the huge red gland about two inches away and with an expiring groan from his wet red lips, began spewing hot, sticky cum directly into her wide-open mouth. The thin, quick spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow, filling her mouth to the brim. Pamela swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot fluid as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating penis spewing its lewd sperm into her face.
Cathy felt hot tears stream down her face while she watched the cruelly obscene picture of her friend's self-inflicted humiliation as Earl's possessive cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts of cum and thin strings of the hot sticky liquid ran down from the reddened tip of his penis to her glisteningly enslaved lips.
Cathy moved back into her own room and quietly closed the connecting door. She slowly made her way to the bed and sat down, dazed. As she asked herself how Pamela could have ever submitted to such humiliation, her wandering hand found the triangle of pleasure between her legs sopping with her own involuntarily aroused sex fluids.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hi there, queen of the early birds!" Pamela said, entering the dining room. "You've probably been up and at 'em for hours ... What time is it anyway?" Pamela stretched and yawned.
Cathy peered at her cautiously, seeing her through different eyes.
"Practically noon," she answered.
"Terrific, I was afraid it was already two or three o'clock!"
Cathy moved nervously in her chair, picking up her fourth cup of coffee since she had gotten out of bed that morning, drowsy and edgy from the stimulation she had gotten the night before.
Her body hungered for real release, not the degrading self-manipulation to which she had succumbed.
"Say, Cathy ... you've been drooping around for a while now. How about letting me introduce you to someone nice...."
"Look, I'm just not interested...." Cathy blurted back.
"Well, I can't understand why you want to keep yourself cooped up!"
Cooped up! She felt like a caged tiger, not a chicken! The words resounded in her brain. She remembered Bill and what had transpired with him, and as her mind sounded an alarm at the memory, her body stiffened with excitement and she felt a shot of glandular energy.
"Is ... is this someone ... is he a gentleman?" she inquired haltingly, lurid visions flashing across her mind of Pamela's lips wrapped tightly around a monstrous, plunging cock, each time she turned her eyes to her.
"Of course ... I don't know what you didn't dig about that Bill guy, but this man is altogether another type. Anyway, you're no babe in the woods now ... you can take care of yourself!"
Pamela fixed herself some coffee and brought it back to her room with her. "It's still a little early in the day for this night owl ... Why don't you get out and stroll around town today ... check out the shop windows ... pick up some fancy underwear ... give yourself a boost ... and by the way, my hairdresser told me she'd fit you in any time as a personal favor to me. The address is in my book on the telephone table."
"Yeah, maybe that's what I need...." Cathy said. She hadn't looked her normal self this morning in the mirror, and she had promised to see her mother but she couldn't go looking washed out and wasted. Her mother still hadn't recuperated from her promise weeks ago of a visit which was followed by days of silence during which Cathy hadn't even telephoned, much less dropped by. But now that she was living in the city, she had no alibi for not going, and she was determined to go to her mother's place right after getting her hair done.
Pamela stuck her head out of her bedroom door, "Is tonight o.k. for your date, by the way?"
"Yeah, make it tonight, if it's agreeable with him ... I could use a little change of pace."
"That's the spirit!" Pamela said enthusiastically, closing her door behind her.
* * *
Cathy appeared at her mother's apartment feeling much, much better. Her hair had been newly cut in a shorter style that called attention to the new make-up that Janice had also gotten her to try. Her face glowed and she had taken Pamela's advice and bought some new bikini-bottom underwear in shocking pink. She felt a little uncomfortable selecting them in front of the matronly saleslady, but once she had slipped into them, she knew she made the right purchase ... Even though she was certain she'd be the only person ever to see them, she believed she had to make some change in herself to make herself perk up ... and a little treat would never hurt her.
"Cathy!" her mother exclaimed, hugging her ample arms around her daughter, "I thought you'd never get over here! I'm so happy you came today!" She led Cathy into the apartment, squeezing and pecking away at her daughter lovingly. "My poor little baby ... my little girl! I don't know why I didn't stop you from ever marrying that loser ... Every night I go to sleep wondering ... why did I?"
"Listen, that's all over now ... " Cathy protested.
"Sit down right away ... I have some good news for you!"
"That's good, I could use some."
"Stephen ... your brother Stephen ... He called me last night and I mentioned you might be dropping in ... And he said he wouldn't miss seeing his baby sister for all the tea in China! Seems to be doing quite well for himself in real estate. He's bringing in good money, drives a new car, a little place in the country ... You just don't know how wonderful having both of you here with me makes me feel!"
Stephen! Cathy felt a beat of old memories. She hadn't seen her brother in over a year. And since neither of them was the pen-pal type, they hadn't kept in touch since then. She knew that her mother would have given him the news about Jim and she was curious about what his reaction would be. He had always been a silent critic of her marriage, but Cathy had reasoned that in Stephen's eyes no one would have been good enough for his little sister.
When Stephen did show up about half an hour later, Cathy couldn't believe how much more attractive and masculine he looked.
"You look terrific, Stephen," she had said proudly as they hugged each other warmly. Stephen looked like he could still have been the fullback of his football team, having kept his athletic build. He had his sister's green eyes and the same red hair that gave him a cuddly, lovable look.
"And you are still the same old knockout, sis ... best looking dame I've seen in quite a while ... and I get around!"
"Stephen! That's no way to talk...." his mother scolded, only half-seriously.
"Oh, let's drop it, Ma...." he laughed ... and then he turned his attention to Cathy and her recent difficulties. He asked her if there was anything he could do, but Cathy reassured him that she was back on her feet. She was doing fine with her new roommate and Jim was helping her financially.
"I really need this time away," she said ... 'To figure out what went wrong!"
* * *
By the time she returned to the apartment, Cathy was beaming with the closeness she had felt with her mother and the reunion with her brother. Be it ever so humble, there's just nobody like family, she thought, mad at herself for having let things slide with them. Her mother had really leaned on them since her father had died, and since she wasn't exactly the ideal daughter, Cathy had to admit her mom was entitled to complain.
It was around six-thirty when she finally turned the key in the lock of the apartment door and pushed it open. She could hear voices inside. Pamela must be entertaining, she thought, wondering if she should wait. Maybe she should have rung the bell. But as she stood there thinking the voices approached and she realized that whoever it was, was leaving. A tall man she had never seen before was with Pamela.
"My goodness, who is your friend here?" he queried, paying no little attention to Cathy.
Pamela felt a surge of jealousy in spite of herself. "This is my roommate Cathy. Cathy, Alex," she said by way of introduction.
"Oh, well ... you can be sure I'll be keeping in touch!"
"I do hope so, Alex. Then we'll be seeing you soon, bye, bye!" She edged him steadily to the door.
"So long," Cathy said, restraining herself from condemning Pamela for having so many boyfriends. She tried to understand that she could not interfere with Pamela's life. She just hoped it didn't get to be too much of a constant scene around the place. She wasn't sure she could survive another display like the one she had observed the night before between Pamela and one of her suitors.
"Now you're what I call a dynamite tomato!" Pamela said when she had shut the door behind Alex. "Janice really did a good job on you!"
"She really knows what she's doing, all right. Thanks for tipping me off to her." Cathy went into the bedroom and dropped her parcels on the bed. Slipping off her shoes, she started to undress, peeling off her stockings and garter belt.
Pamela came to the door and stood observing her silently. "Peter is going to pick you up at eight, so be sure you're ready to go by then! I've gone out with him a few times myself and he's really nice. I know you'll be glad you went out with him."
These words sounded like a repeat performance, but Cathy felt so great she decided to let them pass.
"Well, gee...." she said, "I'd better hop in the tub this minute! What do you think he has in mind to do tonight?"
Pamela laughed rather knowingly, but then thought that she'd better get serious. "Well, I suggested to him that if he wanted to make points with you, it might be a good idea to stay here, have a few drinks, sit around and talk for a while to get acquainted. Then you might both think of something to do!"
Pamela left the room, hoping that Cathy had overheard what had gone on with Earl in the fur room the night before. That should have turned the prude on like quick fire since it'd been over a month since she'd had any action. Then she thought, she'll be begging for it tonight! She had warned Peter that he would be breaking Cathy in, that he was her first client and to go easy on her ... as if it were an ordinary date without anything prearranged. She told him that Cathy was sweet and might need a little encouragement which Peter went for in a big way, just as she thought. She'd promised him a knockout and collected two hundred dollars sight unseen for Cathy, knowing that he would be positively delighted with her as soon as they met.
Pamela had opened an account for herself at the bank, and decided to do the same for Cathy, promising herself to put any money Cathy made in her account for her, taking out only a small percentage to cover the monthly payment she made to her friend's "placement service" for referring businessmen who were tired and bored and willing to pay handsomely for some fun.
* * *
"I think I'll have one more short one before he gets here," Cathy decided, tipping the crystal decanter of vodka so that her glass was filled to the brim. Rather than adding more vermouth, she used the little that had remained from the previous drink.
Lately, she was finding that a couple of drinks was good medicine ... they helped to calm her nerves tremendously. She had never been too interested in booze before, but now it seemed like it was harmless and besides, it was such a help in relaxing ... and when she got used to this new life and felt better she'd just stop drinking altogether for a while. Pamela had left for the evening despite Cathy's attempts to keep her there until Peter arrived.
"Take it easy, Cathy. Just relax ... you look like a million bucks!" Pam had said as she swung out the door and into the hall.
Cathy checked herself out in the large ornate living room mirror again. The dress Pamela had convinced her to wear was great, but it was so short and she wondered if maybe the neckline wasn't too immodest for a first date. But she felt very pretty and feminine in the slinky material, and all in all decided it was the perfect choice.
Pamela really got into the older sister routine with her often, she realized ... but she was aware that Pam only did it for her own good. She really is concerned that I'm happy again, she thought, downing the last swallow of her drink.
Suddenly the doorbell chimed and Cathy stumbled to open it. She was pretty high, although not really drunk. She was surprised to see a rather distinguished looking older man, maybe close to his fifties, and quite pleasantly built.
"Pete?" she asked, taking a steady look at him.
"Right ... and I'll bet you're Cathy. Pam said you were a gorgeous young woman, but that was quite art understatement."
As soon as he came in Cathy closed the door, feeling a big excited. She took his coat and hung it in the guest closet. She felt speechless and nervous, but Peter seemed to be at ease and shortly initiated a conversation.
"I'm so delighted you could find the time to go out with me this evening," he said. "As I mentioned awhile ago, Pamela told me you were beautiful, fut I hadn't expected anything so perfect as this! What a pleasure!"
Cathy blushed, her ankles swaying for an instant on top of her spike heels.
"Well, come in and make yourself comfortable, why don't you?" she said, leading him into the living room.
Peter followed her in, enthusiastically fixing his glance on her shapely buttocks as she walked ahead of him.
Cathy felt suddenly ill at ease. All at once it was growing complex for her. Peter's eager eyes hung to every word she uttered, yet she had barely said anything. She noticed a feeling of intense attraction between them, which she thought of with suspicion. There was a strong force, a pull drawing her to this man whom she'd just met.
"What can I fix you?" she asked as she walked to the bar.
"Oh certainly! Johnny Walker ... over please!"
Cathy began pouring the drink into one of the new glasses Pam had just bought when some of the caramel-colored liquid dripped down the side of the glass. When she served his drink, he took it gracefully from her hand, but not without clasping her wrist with a firm grasp.
"What lovely skin you have, Cathy! So soft looking!" he said admiringly. "Won't you please sit next to me?" He gently patted the spot next to him on the chocolate-brown velvet-covered sofa.
A chill of excitement ran up her spine as Peter touched her. The fact that he was older than she expected, not the younger type she was used to, was curiously exciting to her. As she sat down next to him, she noticed the handsome streak of gray in his well-styled hair and then noticed that his suit seemed to be made from very expensive fabric, with a sophisticated cut.
She put up no resistance as he leaned over to kiss her. It felt quite good and she welcomed the attention. She had said so little to him and what she said was so trivial yet it was so strange how she felt she'd known Peter Hampton all her life. Her sex-craving body responded to him without an instant's delay and when he tender held her close to him, she felt weak and completely given in. She sensed that no matter what happened between them, she could trust this man. His kisses were long and passionate, and he stopped only to catch his breath, then immediately put his tongue back into her mouth, reaching for the back of Cathy's throat, thrusting as if fucking her with an enormously hardened penis, her mouth a yearningly begging cunt. At first he limited his aggressions to the long sensuous kiss, but finding that he seemed to have carte blanche, he slowly moved to other parts of her amazing body, carefully stopping at her large breasts, running his experienced tongue down between them into the crevice between her two mountains of flesh. Cathy melted like butter under his skillful touch, her body wild with desire, her mind desperately trying to let him know her need, her longing for this kind of companionship. She had never believed in the existence of love at first sight, but whatever she felt now was so strong that it had to be close to it ... or maybe it was some exotic form of magical power over her.
"Do you have a place where we can go?" Peter asked into her ear. His request thrilled her to the marrow. With this, she was completely and totally at his command. There was nothing she would not do for this man, she was sure.
"Over there...." she said, half conscious of her own voice. "In that room there." She remembered watching Pamela in this special room, and now it was her turn to be there with a man. She knew that ever since watching Pamela that night, she had longed for the chance to replace her, and do things which in all her imaginations she had never dreamed of wanting. Opening the smooth sliding doors that gave into the small room, she flipped the switch that showered the room and all its lush contents with a sexy purple light. Peter stood behind her and clasped her curvy waist, pulling her round firm buttocks back against his loins. He quietly took the initiative, leading Cathy into the room after closing the doors to the rest of the world. He pulled her down onto a lush, furry throw that enveloped their bodies like warm flesh, secure. Then he found her waiting parted lips once more with his tongue while his hand slid hungrily over her lurid body, smoothly removing her dress, then her new flesh-colored lace brassiere she had just bought earlier that day, and finally she felt her breasts sigh in their newly felt freedom. Then he tugged at her tiny matching panties, slipping them off like a pro ... black garter belt, panty hose, everything came off, as he pinned her swirling head down to the floor with the taunting delights of his mouth, working against her pleadingly wet lips, until she thought she could stand the ecstatic torment no longer. Cathy's mind was a complete blank, except for the fantastically overwhelming sensation that made her want to give everything she had to Peter Hampton.
Before she realized what was happening, Peter was naked, too, and she felt his body pressing closely into hers. The soft fur surrounded their bodies, heightening the sensual lustiness of their naked bodies as Peter rolled her over on top of him, holding her wonderfully close to him the whole time.
He looked deeply into her soft green eyes, unable to ignore her beckoning breasts smashed aggressively against his chest. Her hips undulated steadily and smoothly as he pushed up against her, clasping the ripe cheeks of her buttocks in his hands and letting his burgeoning cock pressinto her tremblingly flat stomach.
Cathy gasped in shock as she felt the size of his cock forced hard against her. Oh he was so big!
"Open those doey eyes of yours," he ordered. "Look at me while I do it to you. A woman like you was created for fucking and I'm going to fuck you, fuck you like you've never been fucked!"
Before Cathy could even think, she felt the hard, erect cock rubbing teasingly against her oozing pussy. Peter raised her up a little so that the small opening of her lust-crazed cunt was quivering demandingly right at the tip of his enormous rod.
"I know I'm big, Cathy, but you'll love it more than anything you've ever known once I'm in. Trust me!"
Cathy could feel the huge thick head thrust between her quivering soft thighs, pressing against the wet hairs of her vagina, it's warmth already seeming to penetrate lewdly there. It felt like a smooth shiny orange stuck there between her legs, and she was sure he would never be able to get it inside her.
"MMmmmmm, you feel like a young tight cunt," Peter mused.
"Ooooooh!" Cathy moaned in apprehension of what she sensed was coming soon. The courage of her new daringness was unreal to her as at this moment she was being pulled with mad force into the chest of a stranger, this man whom she barely knew.
"Open your legs a little more for me," she murmured into her ear as he positioned his hard lusting rod so that he could finally come into her.
She gazed girlishly down into his strong good-looking face as he had firmly asked her to do, her red hair bouncing around his ears.
"Good girl!" he said, starting to push his thickened rod up into her tight juicy little pussy.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" she cried out as the enormous cock strained at the entrance of her cunt. "Gh, no, it hurts ... Please don't!"
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned again, as, ignoring her cries, he pressed on, jabbing up into her wide-spread vagina until his thick shaft had slipped inside the delicately stretched membranes. He paused, seemed to catch his breath and then, holding her by the waist, rammed Cathy's hips down onto his loins, impaling her swiftly on his rigid instrument.
Cathy jerked convulsively as the huge rod raced into her belly like a runaway freight train. It was an uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her, filling her every crevice and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breathe or move. It seemed to be coming out her mouth. It was ripping her soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality. Peter quickly rolled over, placing himself firmly on top of Cathy's writhing body, pinning her to the cushioned floor like an impaled butterfly.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of pain. And now, it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of insides.
Neither of them made a sound for a moment and then suddenly Peter flexed his giant cock-head, bringing a deep groan from her lips. He flexed again ....another groan ... again ... until her hot passage grew accustomed to the massive size of his swollen cock. He began a slow, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his penis tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the still-gasping walls of her vagina until it clasped around him like a well-tailored glove to a hand.
Cathy began to react. The thought of Her total surrender sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Peter's cock begin skewering wetly into her.
Her entire body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue deep into his throat.
The pain was gone now and her legs on either side of his impaling rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed slave-like beneath him.
Peter worked above her, moving suddenly into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping cunt, and then thrusting forward into her again with the force of a wild animal, each thrust ending with the loud lewd sound of his pendulous balls slapping up against her up-turned buttocks.
Cathy rotated her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling member, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating. It felt as though it had a heart embedded in the bulbous head whose beat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her very being. She was one with it. She and Peter were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged magically together by their lovemaking. He had crawled into her and now he was a part of her!
Peter could barely contain himself as he felt her pelvis screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips between her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, buffering her soft fleecy down tightly against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm white belly.
He fondled her and played with the contracting lips of her pussy when he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensation from her mouth and at the same time he could feel the ever-widening passage of her vagina flowering in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far inside her. Her motion became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrust up against him became more urgent ... her teeth bit hard into her lower lip. He knew she was straining to cum ... the juices of her milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in-and-out sawing motion as she suddenly thrust sharply up his cock, burying it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the thick furry floor, her feet planted tightly down on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly.
"Oh ... oh ... OH!" she grunted beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of passion.
Peter grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat.
"Oh, God! Here I cum! I'm cummmmmmming...!"
Her body began vibrating uncontrollably ... great warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooding hotly around his pistoning cock, drowning his impaling member, oozing from the throbbing passage and trickling down the soft, yielding crevice of her wildly jerking buttocks and on down over his balls that pressed hard against her puckered anus.
He felt her jerk up towards him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again, feeling suddenly his own white-hot sperm shoot from the tip of his cock far into her soft quivering belly. Their juices mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of joy and passion that Cathy had never known could exist.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"In love! What a joke!" Pamela grinned devilishly. She was lounging lazily on her king-sized bed, thinking. Cathy was taking the situation with Peter way out of proportion. Peter saw her once, maybe twice a week now. But Pamela worried about it. Cathy had been checked out on cloud nine for two months and was obviously so taken with Peter that she had lost interest in anything else. Jim didn't call at all anymore, and nor did Cathy even care. All Pamela heard around the apartment was Peter, Peter, Peter. She knew Peter was a great lay, but she didn't know he was this good, for Christ sake! Pamela wondered what would happen to Cathy when Peter just didn't call anymore. She knew he couldn't maintain this regular schedule for much longer. It was also costing him a hell of a lot of dough, although Cathy hadn't seen any of her money yet. She wished that Cathy would listen to her about not limiting herself to one person ... but Cathy was love-crazed lately and couldn't hear anything but the stars buzzing in her ears. Pamela decided to step away and let the whole thing come to its own natural conclusion. It would all resolve itself soon enough, she thought, as she fingered the soft patch of dark hair that grew thickly around her insatiable pussy. "Shit," she thought, "I can't be hot again can I? Already? I'm sure glad someone's coming by in a few minutes!"
Cathy hung around waiting for Peter's call. He usually called on Tuesdays and since it was already Wednesday, she was confident he'd be calling right away.
She grew more and more fidgety and nervous as the hours passed by and she didn't hear from him. He had seemed rather distant the last time they'd been together and when she'd asked him if he loved her, he seemed startled and responded very oddly. Even though she had gotten used to his secrecy ... there was a curious, mysterious aspect about him ... and to his odd sense of humor as well, she was not at all ready to hear his answer.
"Love? I hadn't really given it any consideration at all. Why? Have you?"
They were in the sensuous fur-padded room, which was very typically the scene of their progressively wilder sex scenes and Cathy had lain back, hurt, on the fur pillow turning her face from him so that her feelings would not be exposed. But then he had fucked her with such passion, so obviously hungry for her and relishing in her torrid offerings, and so she decided that the message, the proof of his love came in this way, rather than through just ordinary words. It never crossed her mind that this was his good-bye.
Pamela strolled out of her room after spending a lengthy period of time fixing herself up, and she was absolutely fit to kill in her nightclub attire as she waited for her date.
She found herself feeling sorry for Cathy, because she knew it was finished from Peter's end of the deal. The main reason he paid money for his sex was because he wasn't interested in involvement or complications. Pamela felt momentarily bad about the situation she had gotten Cathy into. It appeared that her judgment had been off. She thought Cathy would be perfect for Peter's needs, but the whole thing had backfired. Completely backfired! Then she watched Cathy down a tall martini which she had mixed for herself in a water glass to save herself the trouble of having to get up again for more.
"Cathy ... I doubt if he's going to call you tonight ... listen Cathy ... I've got a great idea! Why don't you come with us tonight ... Oh please ... I just can't bear to see you stay here alone." She helped Cathy up from the sofa and walked her into the bathroom where she splashed some cold water on her face and tried to pull herself together a bit. Then she helped her dress. Every time Cathy began to cry, Pamela would firmly take her mind away from Peter by reminding her, "You know what they say, honey ... what's good for the goose is good for the gander ... come on baby ... try to forget him and think of yourself."
Cathy sat at her vanity table, putting on her face with a trembling hand. The martinis had kind of helped her upset condition, but her head ached now rather than the increasing hysteria that had been growing like a cancer in her. The thought of an aborted love, even before it had gotten firmly off the ground, was too overwhelming for Cathy. It was just more than she could handle right now! So she followed Pamela's suggestion tonight, not sure herself that going out would solve her problems ... but it did seem better than waiting around all night for a call that probably would never come.
* * *
The nightclub was crowded and Pamela and her date seemed to be having a good time with each other, but Cathy didn't feel like doing much more than watching them. Pamela's date made a phone call and about a half-hour afterwards another man came to their table.
"Cathy, this is Doug's friend, Tony...."
Cathy looked up, squinting through the thick smoke. It was very hard for her to focus and she felt a strange queasiness in her stomach from not having eaten anything at all that day.
"Hi there!" she said, slurring her words drunkenly. "Take a load off your feet and have some fun, why don't ya?" She waved her hand extravagantly. It was just impossible for her to know what he really looked like because her eyes were beyond the ability to focus. So she decided to give up trying, even though he was sitting there right next to her. She might as well make the best of this party ... live it up.
"Let's go dance sugar ... come on, I wanna dance!" she demanded and Tony led her out to the dance floor. He was a rather fat type, around forty with rosy jowels that made him look kind of like a pig and Cathy's sloppy drunkenness revolted him.
Sluts, he thought ... They're all the same! Cathy's real innocence and beauty was lost on him and he couldn't see past the drunken whore living it up. He decided to get her out of here as soon as possible for himself so that he could let loose all the pent-up lust in him that had been making him so horny for so long. It'd been too long since the last time he'd had a woman. Women were repulsed by his fleshy body and mean vibes and he was forced to pay whores so that he could get off. He wasn't too interested at first when Doug had called him. Balked at the price, being accustomed to paying only twenty-five dollars at the most. But reconsidering, he decided that he'd undoubtedly get his money's worth from such a high-priced chick.
"Hey babydoll ... how's about if you and I split this joint?" he said, leering down the front of Cathy's revealing dress. He was hot to suck on those big breasts of hers!
"Sure daddy-o," Cathy said...."That's great with me! I'm the world's biggest party girl tonight, sky's the limit!" She was wildly gyrating her arms and legs in an attempt to dance. All sense of propriety had escaped.
"Come on doll ... " Tony said, leading her off the dance floor in the direction of the exit. "Why waste our time with those bores at the table!"
Pamela was waiting for Cathy to come back from the dance floor. She was growing concerned. Her own date had called Tony without consulting with her and if she had known, she would never have approved of the idea. This guy was obscene and nasty looking, the type she would never, never have anything to do with. She decided to take Cathy home where she could sleep off her drunk in peace, but once the music stopped and the dance floor emptied, it was obvious that neither Cathy nor Tony were to be found.
* * *
"Surf Motel, driver!"
Tony anxiously fell back into the taxi seat with a sigh. Cathy was slumped against the door beside him. He wasn't going to lay a finger on her until they got into the room, but he couldn't take his eyes off her long beautiful legs. The top of her thighs showed beneath her obscenely hiked-up skirt. The driver pulled up in front of the Surf Motel, a rundown place made of concrete that had been painted over with a dark blue-grey color. In front of the place hung a blinking neon sign, flashing out the words: "Rooms ... Transients ... Neighbors...."
Tony came here with the chicks he picked up in bars or on the street. It was perfect for him, sleazy and rundown. This is a big night ... he thought as he handed the driver his money. This broad is so out that I can probably get what I want off her and slip out on the money, a hundred bucks at that. Doug may have that kind of dough to fool around with, but not me! Doug only knew him from the weekly poker game at the neighborhood bar and he figured he'd called a few other guys before calling him. No one ever thought of calling him first when something hot was happening. Never!
He helped Cathy out of the back seat. She was howling with laughter at his attempts to get her out of the low seat. "Hey, where are we?"
"Where's the floor show? I wanna see a floor show."
"Sure, doll ... sure...."
The cabbie leaned out of his window, carefully checking Cathy out from head to toe...."Good looking dame you got yourself there buddy!" he said.
"You can have her when I'm finished!" Tony said. What the hell did he care by that time anyway?
"Hey, hey ... you for real, Jack?" the cabbie asked, definitely interested and quite eager.
"Sure," Tony said. "Just ask the desk clerk what room we're in...."
"Thanks, Jack ... I'll be back later ... See you later, angel," he called to Cathy ... stepping on the gas. Parts of the conversation reached Cathy but she didn't really make sense out of what she heard. It seemed as though they were talking about someone else. Must be some girl they both knew. Even though, she looked around and tried to figure out where they were. Quickly, though, Tony was grabbing her arm and rushing her into the building.
A dim yellow light glowed from a naked bulb in the hall as Tony passed the night clerk. He dropped two dollars on the desk in exchange for a key to the room.
"I'm going to go home now...." Cathy said, falling against Tony's hulky body. "I don't like this place ... where are we?"
"Shut your trap!" Tony said and pulled her quickly down the hall to a room on the first floor.
Once inside the room, she knew she wanted to get out of here ... something was happening that she wasn't sure about, and she thought, "Where's Pamie?" as she turned to look at the bare, seedy room. Her drunken senses had misled her into thinking that Pamela would be coming along behind them and that they were all just going to a new place for more drinks and a different band to dance to.
"Get me outa here...." she slurred as she turned around quickly, making a mad drunken dash for the door. But Tony thwarted her attempt by grabbing her arm and pulling her back in toward him. When Cathy tried to resist, he slapped her hard with a big open hand, leaving a smarting red streak that showed up clearly despite her tanned face.
Tears flowed down Cathy's cheeks as the man shoved her down on the bed.
"You'll be outa here all right ... but not until I'm finished with you ... and not until then!" With this declaration made, he began ripping away at Cathy's clothes, peeling them off until she was naked except for her garter belt and stockings.
Cathy had lain there stiffly, powerless to counter him, not worrying about what happened. In her intoxicated state, the crack across her face made her petrified of what would happen to her in his clutches.
"OK, sister ... now you'll do just as I say, won't you?"
"Hello, mister, anybody in there?" It was the cab driver.
"Sure, pal ... step right in ... we were just warming up!"
Pat Roosevelt slid in through the barely open door and quickly slammed it shut. Whew, what a good deal, he thought when he saw the luscious unclothed maiden on the bed. "I have found myself a pot of golden honey!"
"Take a seat," Tony said, motioning to the only chair in the room. "Let's go, Mademoiselle," he hissed to Cathy. "Why don't you wiggle those hips for our buddy here. Don't forget, he navigated our little party up to this hideaway! Sit up!"
Cathy sat up reluctantly trying to avoid the eyes of both men before her. What was going on? How did she get into this?
But Tony was in no mood for long pauses. Clamping his fingers around her hair, he dragged her off the bed, pressing her down to her knees in front of him on the floor.
"Now scoot over to our friend!" he commanded. "Move!"
Cathy paused for a second and for the second time Tony's hand whipped across her face. Cathy cried out, but began moving over to where Pat sat. He straightened his legs and slid them apart so she could come up in between them. And when she had arrived to a position between his spread thighs, he placed his hands on top of her long red hair and pushed it down, pressing his crotch up at the same time against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already extended penis underneath the woven material of his pants.
"Go get it for me!" he said, still rotating his crotch up against her face.
She fumbled for a moment, but finally the bulging doughy instrument leaped into the air through the unzipped fly. Pat took her hand and wrapped it around the huge rod squeezing it back so that the big almost-purple head jumped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her unbelieving eyes. Reaching down to the back of her head, he pulled her to him, until her shut lips were pressed tightly against the cone-shaped, agile tip.
But Cathy would not open her mouth. She closed her lips as tightly as she could, fighting a losing battle with Tony's muscular hands.
Behind her, Tony had removed his belt and he waved it at her, the heavy leather strap striking across the middle of her buttocks. And as her lips opened to breathe in the cool air exhaled by the sudden jolt of pain in her trembling buttocks the fat pole of flesh drove forward into the juicy saliva of her mouth.
Cathy choked as the monstrous rubbery organ filled the entire cavity of her mouth, but Tony held her firm.
"Remember, young lady," Tony barked at her, "If our good pal here doesn't get just what he wants, the only punishment you'll get is this here belt from me!"
The pelvis on the chair began a slow rotation, the bulging cock moving in and out of her facial receptacle with a sloshingly wet noise.
Tony stepped in close to them to observe the action of her swelling cheeks as Pat jerked up between her clinging lips. His grin extended with each grunt the cab driver made, slamming into her passively receiving face. He dropped his belt on the floor next to Cathy's bent body and began traversing her body with his eager hands, squeezing and rubbing the small buds of her nipples into firmness. His fingers worked her flesh eagerly as he watched his partner's long pole of flesh driving into her open and waiting lips.
Cathy began sucking to please, sliding her tongue quickly around and around the spongy pulsating head. She had once sucked Jim's cock, and she tried to recall what he had seemed to particularly like. She ran the point of her tongue teasingly into the small open slit of the slimy organ until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and was ready to explode at any minute into a powerful gushing fountain of sperm that would stream into her mouth.
Holy cow! she thought. He would pour it right into her mouth! No, her mind screamed ... No! And in a reflex of terrifying fear, she closed her teeth down onto Pat's tender and now wildly excited cock.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah...." he yelped yanking at Cathy's hair until she thought she had lost her mind. "The dirty broad bit me!"
Tony took hold of the belt and hovered over Cathy. The belt flew through the air and landed directly on her already raw cheeks. Yelps of agony slipped out of her throat, but she commenced to suck on Pat's cock more ferociously than ever. She would do anything, no matter how disgusting. They wanted her to be a whore ... she would be a whore! They wanted her to suck, she would suck!
Her drunken mind plodded along senselessly, the very weakness of her position forgiving the depraved animalistic sensations springing up from her depths.
Pat burrowed further and further into her mouth so that she could taste the erect spongy tip of the head of his cock pressing gently against the back of her throat. Her mouth was bulging with warm juicy saliva and made a smooth hot cylinder around his cock as it pounded faster and faster into her face.
He glanced down at her, a lust-crazed face that reeked of animal desire as he felt her start to suck him with a lubricated suction motion and he crushed his sweating crotch at her face and ground his fingers cruelly into the sides of her head. And all of a sudden his restraints were broken. He jabbed his dripping fat cock into her deep cavity and bent his pelvis up toward her face, pressing against her cheeks with his fingertips so that her mouth was tighter around it and he could feel the full power of it. He gripped her skull between his hands and with his balls tingling with their juices, slammed his cock deep into her oral passage.
Cathy choked and gagged for a long minute and finally Pat let fly with a long wail as his hot salty sperm shot with short but powerful bursts into her gyrating mouth. He held her mouth in front of him with vise-like grip until he had relieved himself completely far back into the helpless well of her gullet.
Cathy whimpered as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bounced in rapid rhythm, swallowing the fountain-like cascades of sperm falling hotly into the soft folds of her mouth.
Pat relaxed the grip on her face and fell into the chair. His retreating cock withdrew with a slippery popping noise from between her cum-covered lips, a thin trickle of white still holding them together.
Before Cathy had even a minute to catch her wind, Tony was yanking her across the floor, pulling her up from her feet and pushing her down onto the bed.
"And now I'm gonna claim my just desert!" he chortled.
"You won't hurt me, will you?" Cathy almost begged.
"Don't fret, my little pet ... Tony knows how to take care of business!"
Cathy's drunken brain didn't know what he meant and she decided she better not give him any trouble. If only she could ... if only she could get out of here soon!"
"Whew! What a piece of tail!" Tony thought. "This is going to be a helluva ball!"
Through her fog, Cathy felt his hands pulling her naked buttocks apart, spreading the cheeks wide apart. She struggled to keep them tensed together but the driving force of his thumbs stuck into the wet crevice was overpowering. As she felt the tip of his finger at the portal of her naked rectum, she squeezed the ring of muscle tight in a futile effort to stop the crushing penetration she knew was on its way. He poked around for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking his finger with a quick plunge up to the knuckle.
Cathy lurched forward from the surprising pain, her mouth stretching in silent protest. He moved it around in the tight expanding hole in anticipation of what was to come, drilling it in and out expanding her tiny anus bit by bit.
Tony clamped another finger into her tight hole and this time the pain was practically inhuman.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgg...." Cathy screamed, her face digging into the stained sheets of the bed. But Tony kept on, holding one hand at the small of her back, pinning her to the mattress, his fingers shoveling cruelly into her back passage, expanding it forcefully as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight narrow cavity. She was being reamed like a helpless hunk of flesh.
Then, as quickly as his fingers had found her never-before-ravaged hole, they were gone. They withdrew almost reluctantly, the rubber ring of her anus holding on to them until they jerked free with a sputtering sound. He moved the cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the cavern. His tongue drove away at the excited hole madly, moistening the tiny hole in readiness for their next assault.
"Sit up, you little slut!" he commanded from her rear.
Cathy paused and then felt Tony's hands on her hips, yanking them to the kneeling position, her bosom still pressed tightly down on the bed. Her buttocks were arched upwards, weaving back and forth as if in open invitation to the merciless treatment they were about to endure.
"Stroke my balls, slut!" She was at his disposal and he intended to exploit his advantage. He was delighted that the cab driver was still in the room, seated in the corner, watching his conquest of the bitch. He was in top form when he could lord it over someone, all the better with an audience.
Cathy had reached back and was stroking his hairy balls, giving them all the care of precious jewels, not wanting to hurt him and incur his wrath. His knees behind her edged her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was pinned open and unable to resist his advances and she cringed and winced as she fought back the tears of helpless frustration.
Tony's hands grabbed roughly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt his long hard cock insert itself in the juicy bare split of her behind. It was enormous! She would never be able to receive that in her rectum without splitting herself apart.
Tony, in twisted triumph, felt her revulsion and wormed his hands into her shoulders, forcing them angrily into the mattress. She could not budge. His hands traversed mockingly down her tensed buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the small puckered anal opening stretching it wide. Then she sensed an exploring between the thumbs that was pliant and smooth at first and then grew into a hard unforgiving penetration. And then suddenly it seemed as though a lumber truck were barreling up her body.
"O o o o o o o o o o h h h h h h ... No! Noooooooooooo!!" she yelled. "It's too big! Lord have mercy! Noooooooooooo!"
But there was no relenting. Every step of the way was pain and unbearable agony. His thighs thrust her thighs forward; his arms held her hips back at his. There was no way for her to move.
"Push back!" he yelled.
She could barely think. Every way was pain and more pain. She pushed back and opened her anus as if by deliberate control, that final centimeter. It was like yanking a band-aid off an open wound. His penis drove right into her rectum, forceful and painful, but at least he could go no further.
Cathy's breath forced itself in and out from between her tightly clamped jaw. It was like having her rectum assaulted on every front, like some mechanical brutal ram. She groaned in misery, hung on the end of the rock-hard cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit.
Tony began to saw mercilessly and regularly into the slender tightness of her back passage eliciting further gasps of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so degraded in her life as he levered up on his haunches and began to lunge the full range of his torturing fullness into her with powerful steady strokes.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." he groaned. "That's what I call tight!" he allowed, thrusting his head back in cosmic abandon from the hot spasming flesh enveloping his cock. She couldn't stand the pain much longer. She had to end it, she had to and she prayed for the strength to please him. She began to move backward to meet the forward motion of his loins. She began to gyrate her body and spindle her buttocks in tiny circles. She even began to feel stimulated by the pain.
Lurking above her, Tony saw the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his cock, grabbing it as if it didn't want his member to retreat. He watched his penis disappear into her anus with every stroke. It went right in so that not half an inch of it showed and then it moved about in her vacuum-like passage with the knob bulging out as if it were going to splinter.
"Oh, Sweet Jesus!" he yelped above her, unintelligible words falling from his saliva-drooling mouth.
Sputtering and bending forward with a hefty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her perspiring belly, he pummeled his hot thick cum in stream after stream up into the depths of her rectum. She felt like a slave as she folded herself before him, buttocks still angling high in the air and pushed firmly back against his bushy groin as he delivered his sperm deep inside her anal cavern, filling her pliable rectum to the brim with hot gooey wetness. He groaned his terminal delight and collapsed on top of her, driving her exhausted body into a compressed layer against the mattress.
"Say, fellas," the desk clerk's voice came from the doorway, "mind if I participate in this little round of herky-jerky?"
"Herky-jerky?" Tony answered, not without some effort. "You'll only be a jerk if you make me pay for this little dump, after you're finished!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, motherfucking son of a bitch...!" Pamela cursed fiercely. Who the hell needed this on top of everything else? She grabbed onto the phone tightly in an attempt to keep herself from cursing further.
"Look ... don't yell at me, I have no control over it!"
"Why haven't I known from the beginning that the syndicate was fucking with this ..-.?"
"Well, Pam, as I said before, they weren't involved for quite awhile and then they saw how big the operation was getting! And now there's nothing I can do. Absolutely nothing. If you want to keep working, you have to see this guy."
"OK. I'll see him, but I'm not so sure I want to be involved with these creeps ... " She carried the phone with her over to the door that connected with the fur-lined room, listening at the door.
Loud juicy sounds seeped through the walls.
"Alright 7:30. O.K ... O.K. I said I would, didn't I? Yeah. But tell him not to come any earlier ... we might be busy!"
She hung up the phone angrily and put it back on the living-room table. Then she came back to the door near the den.
"Go after it honey ... shake that hot little cunt of yours around ... yeah baby, you're doin goooooooooD! AAAaAAAAAAAH!"
Cathy was finishing up her last customer for the day ... that was good. At this point, all she needed was a few drinks right after she got up in the morning and she was riding high for the rest of the day ... anything ... she'd go along with anything. Pamela had never seen anything quite like this ... When she got home from her night at the Surf Motel, she hadn't been the same person at all. Pamela had helped her get herself together and cleaned up and put her to bed with some piping hot broth, trying to coax out at least a few hints about what in the world had gone on, anyway. But Cathy staunchly refused to talk about any part of it, saying over and over in a daze:
"I'm a slut, a common whore...," and she told Pamela if she were her she'd kick her right out of the apartment. Then Pamela had told her the true story beginning with:
"You may very well be a whore, but not a common one!" and from there on going into all the truthful details. Cathy had withdrawn into a mild catatonic state lasting for a couple of days that were excruciating for Pamela. She spoke, but only rarely when it was positively necessary. And then one morning she got up as if nothing at all had happened, except that she seemed a bit preoccupied and at times slightly incoherent.
Pamela found her at the breakfast table downing a glass of vodka. She looked at Pamela quietly, giving her a very careful look.
"I want to be fucked ... and it doesn't matter to me who it is."
She felt a dull complaining ache in her loins, telling her to find a big cock that would churn high in her womb. All her other feelings had disappeared strangely, almost as though the shocks she had recently suffered had killed a part of her. All that was left was her physical urge and Cathy had a powerful need to respond to this aching demand in her lower stomach.
Pamela had consented and fixed her up with an old customer. After they had been in the den for awhile, Pamela looked through a crack in the door to make sure that everything was going smoothly and that Cathy wasn't behaving oddly after her bout. But everything was going perfectly it appeared and Pamela wasn't sure if Cathy was faking it or not, but she did seem to be getting a vast amount of pleasure from the act even though it was a very brief encounter that day. When they were finished, she smiled sweetly at the guy, picked up the money he'd left on the table, and slipped it into a pocket on her robe that covered her naked body, then smiled to herself.
Each day she pleaded with Pamela to let her have more customers. She just wasn't "getting enough action to appease this strange lust-driven crave that wouldn't cease from tormenting her. What Pamela was unable to notice were all the tears Cathy shed as she waited privately in her room between customers. Something had snapped in two inside her and there was just barely enough left of the old self to make her regret the point she had reached, but not enough to keep her from continuing her current activities. Alcohol was the string that kept all of her selves together, turning each day into a continuous blur ... cock after cock plunging into her, forcing her into the submission of whispers and cries until orgasm at last gave her a form of reality to hang on to.
Pamela went into her own bedroom. She was going to have to persuade Cathy to shape up a bit, pull it together long enough for the new syndicate head of the "agency" to come by and check them out. She didn't know what would happen with him, but she wanted to present a tight business image when he came by. If Cathy was drunk, it would make their competency appear doubtful.
She heard the front door close and the sound of Cathy's bare feet walking past her door so she opened the door and asked her to come in.
"Cathy ... would you please come in for just a minute? I'd like to talk to you about something!" Cathy turned her face to Pamela ... it was a beautiful face but now with a blank look across it.
"All right," Cathy said as she walked into Pamela's room, pleasantly scented by the bottles of perfume arranged on her dressing table.
She sat on the edge of Pamela's bed, waiting for her to start talking.
"Cathy, I know you've been really upset, but you've got to stop this drinking that's been going on. Your looks will suffer so much after awhile and besides that it just isn't good at all for business. You might think that no one sees it but...."
"All right, Pam ... Is there anything else you want to say to me?" All she wanted to do now was lie down and rest ... there was a pint hidden in her drawer there in her room and she wanted to get a few hits off it as soon as she could.
"Yes ... there is...." said Pamela impatient. "There is a very important person coming by this evening ... this person has a lot of influence in determining whether or not we continue to get work. Even though I'm against it, we may have to go along with this guy ... but it would take at least another year to reconstruct this business we have now somewhere else ... get the picture?"
"Uhhhh, no ... I'm not sure that I do...," Cathy replied, confused.
"Well, let me just put it this way ... the guy is going to be looking us over very carefully and I'd like you to be sober for once! This is important. I'll take care of the rest."
"O.K. Pam ... I'm gonna lie down now...."
Pamela watched Cathy float out of the room, and she felt rather annoyed and frustrated. "What the hell am I going to do with her like this?" she asked herself. "Well, asshole. It's your own damned fault," she replied answering her own question and then looked through her closet for something special to wear for the evening.
* * *
Stephen Jackson leaned way back in his leather chair, looking over with keen pleasure his new lavish suite of offices. His red curly hair was tousled because of his habit of running his fingers through it when he talked on the phone. This new position with the organization wasn't bad, not bad at all he thought, reviewing thoughtfully the series of events that had made him one of the top men in the syndicate. Slim, the number two man in San Francisco had dropped dead,-apparently from natural causes, and the Western conference meeting had, with the graceful approval of the big bosses, named him to replace Slim.
What a plush set-up it was going to be from now on! One of the first moves he was going to make was to corral all those semi-independent hookers in his territory or out of it as circumstances demanded. He checked his watch. Only 5:30. Still time to have something to eat before going to make his first call at 7:30. Stephen was very professional and had no thought of trusting this touchy case to one of his flunkies.
Some things had to be handled by the boss himself!
* * *
Cathy gulped a slug out of her personal bottle that she had tucked away in her room. Her mind was practically blank as it almost always was these days. Thinking was such a dreary process that, as a form of survival, her mind had stopped most of its reflective activities.
It had been replaced by that constant, buzzing sensation between her legs, reminding her like clockwork that she was still a human being, still a female, with a female's needs!
The vodka sizzled its way down her throat, creating a warm spot in the pit of her stomach. It was such a pleasant feeling that she had to have a little more. She was lifting the bottle to her lips when Pamela knocked on the door.
"Cathy, are you ready? ... It's practically 7:30!"
"Sure," she lied...."been ready for fifteen minutes for chrissake!"
She was still wearing the form-fitting t-shirt she sometimes wore to lounge around the apartment. A dull ache pulsated deep in her pussy as she remembered her last visitor's cock, it had been stubby, but very thick and she had angled her buttocks way up so he could penetrate farther down her. Then she had rode on top of him, pounding him to a resounding climax. It had felt amazingly good! She helped herself to another shot of vodka, hoping that the guest Pamela had mentioned wouldn't hang around too long, unless he, too, would want to adjourn to the den with her. Maybe that was it ... that must have been what Pamela had been talking about! If that was the story, there was no reason to get dressed she thought.
Cathy lay spread out on her bed, in glazed glow, peering at the ceiling. She heard the bell ring and then the familiar buzz of conversation.
"Great," she thought, "Not too much longer!"
Pamela liked Stephen Jackson immediately. He was handsome and genuinely seemed like a good guy even though he was a member of the syndicate. She broke open her Chivas Regal for him and chatted comfortably for about half an hour. She learned that his cut was only barely more than she had been paying off before ... so she could see no reason to hassle with him. In fact, she hoped he would come back soon as a paying customer!
"They tell me there are two of you operating out of this place, and I always make it my policy to meet everybody I work with," Stephen remarked, setting his empty glass down in front of him. "Is she in tonight?"
"Yeah, I think that's the best way too, might as well be friends as long as we'll be affiliated. I'll go tell her you're here."
Pamela cruised across the room, grinding her hips as seductively as possible without appearing too obvious. She opened the door and looked into darkness. Cathy liked to keep the lights down low.
"What, you're still running around half-naked with that dumb t-shirt with the Statue of Liberty on the front!"
Cathy sat up with a start. She had dozed off without really meaning to.
"Gee, Pam, sorry...."Cathy said as she rubbed her eyes open.
Pamela was about to shut the door when she realized Stephen was there peeking over her head.
Cathy yawned and stretched her legs. "Hey, I'll be with you guys in a minute."
When Stephen Jackson saw his sister stretched out on her bed, her huge breasts bulging, nipples out-lined by the clingy t-shirt top, he could not believe he was still sane. He took two steps into the bedroom, his temples pounding with outrage.
"Cathy?" he said ... and then with more force, still questioning, "Cathy?"
Cathy heard the voice before she noticed the face it originated from. The voice was identical to the one that had rescued her from countless childhood jams. It was her older brother!
Cathy's head leaped to attention and scurrying faster than she had in days, she bolted from the bed, intending to reach the bathroom. She had to flee. He couldn't see her in this state! The juices started to circulate, initiating the little sense of pride she had retained, seeing for the first time in what seemed like ages what she had gradually sunken to, inundating her mind with the cruel facts.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stephen yelled ... "NOOOOOOOOOO!" He thought he was having a heart attack, as though a bullet were piercing his chest, and he felt his torso and then his stomach, half-expecting to vomit or pass-out at any moment.
"So, you two have met before?" Pamela was saying, but neither of them ever heard her.
Stephen caught the bottom of Cathy's t-shirt before she got to the bathroom door, yanking her back to him. His hand grabbed her wrists forcing her down to the floor in front of him. Cathy screamed madly "NONONONONO! It's not like you think ... It's not like you think!"
But her attempt to explain had no effect on her older brother as he began to rough her up, concentrating on her head. "So this is how you've been spending your time ... this is your roommate ... This is your apartment ... This is your place and this is where you earn your keep! Fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry who can pay for it! My little sister!"
Every phrase was punctuated by a swing of his hand across her face, her head going back and forth like a tether ball....
"Cathy!" Pamela yelped. "Holy shit! I'd better make like water and crawl down the drain!" But it was too late for hasty exits as Stephen called to her.
"And where do you think you're going, slut!" he yelled. "You're probably the one behind this operation ... and don't think you won't get a full return on your investment ... every cent you're entitled to ... AND THEN SOME! BOTH OF YOU!"
He pulled Cathy to her feet, using his powerful arms to grab her by the wrists. She was still heaving out of control as he threw her over to the bed.
"You! I want you to strip to the bone!" He yelled at Pamela.
Pamela hesitated, fear gnawing at her.
"Don't waste any time! Don't be afraid of embarrassing me! You too, little Sis!" the words echoed bitterly throughout the room.
He was barely in control of himself. What if he had sent one of his boys over to check them out. One day someone would have brought him the news that his sister was tricking! He wanted to kill her! The humiliation was almost too much for him to stand. A whore! He didn't know what to do! He couldn't do away with her, she was his own flesh and blood and, yet, after what she had gone and done, he could hardly accept her as part of his family.
He stood there watching as the two women removed their clothes, his sister on the bed, Pamela taking off her t-shirt. As he observed them he mashed his clenched fist into his palm in anger and frustration.
"You, too, scum ... That's it whores ... let's take a good look at what the merchandise looks like!"
Cathy curled up naked on the bed, her breasts tan and golden, full and ripe, shaking constantly as her shoulders twitched madly.
She had her legs folded under her, attempting to conceal as much of her raw flesh as possible. Pamela was at the door, standing tall with her charms exposed, the dark slash of her pubis protruding like a medal of honor. Her figure was nearly as exquisite as Cathy's, and now she stood proudly, as though her fully revealed figure might be a weapon with Stephen. Her head was spinning. What would he put them through? She bemoaned the day she had gotten Cathy involved in her "deal." This was the disaster she had never expected to happen ... to be on the syndicate's list, why they'd just as soon rub her out as look at her. Her best chance was to be as compliant as possible, even if it strained her tolerance!
Stephen averted his torrid gaze from Cathy's jerking form and turned his steely eyes to Pamela. His rage was welling with every second that passed and his mind searched desperately for a solution.
"Hey ... you ... put your fanny down on the bed! You're going to give us a little action with my little sister! You're paid sluts aren't you? Let's see how good you can perform!"
"Please ... PLEASE!" Cathy begged on the bed. "Stephen, don't make me ... I promise...!!"
"Be quiet! Your promise ain't worth shit ... don't you think I know better than that? You're a whore, not a human being! A whore!"
Cathy shuddered, lowering her head to her arms under her breasts. Pamela placed herself next to her on the bed, trying to imagine what Stephen would subject them to.
Cathy's body was dripping with frantic perspiration, and her forehead flashed hotly. Her breasts bounced steadily against her arms and her hands were tightly closed.
Pamela had been trying to stay cool, but it was hopeless. She had been in some tight situations before but this was far and away the worst. She had not even thought to ask Cathy if she had a brother!
"O.K., baby ... you, the boss!" he said angrily, facing Pamela, "Start up that sex machine with my sister!"
"You gotta be kidding mister...!"
"I don't have time for jokes ... Get going on her! I want to have a look at how she takes it!"
"But I...." Pamela paused. Cathy pulled her head up and glanced at Pamela in revulsion.
"But nothing ... get going!"
Cathy's fingers were fidgeting nervously and her lips twisted as she murmured and pulled away from Pamela...."No ... no," she said, knowing precisely what her brother was getting at.
"That's right ... she's gonna get you off ... and I'll be here watching!" he said. "And if you don't play your part just right, I'll go get your old man Jim and he can sit in the peanut gallery!"
The threat sent a jolt of panic through Cathy ... her head blanked out and she knew there would be no turning back now ... She had sunk as low as she could. First the woman she thought was her closest friend had betrayed her, selling her more and more into prostitution, and now her brother, her own brother was going to watch that same traitor make love to her. It was tragic!
"I can't go through with it ... I'll never go through with it," she cried fiercely, but even as the words fell out, Pamela's hands were on her breasts and she knew that it was all over for her attempts at resistance.
Cathy perked up as she felt Pamela's fingernails tracing lines along her breasts moving over the tan flesh.
Stephen dropped into a chair and sat back to watch the scene, a perverse pleasure crawling across his face. This would be something else ... He'd show his sister what she deserved for ruining herself, shaming him and the family.
"Open up those arms ... lie down and take it easy ... Let her get at you!" he barked like a drill sergeant to his platoon.
Cathy docilely rec-lined down on the bed, and Pamela moved around so that he could get a better look at her.
"You got a nice set of jugs, sis!" Stephen gushed. The words pierced Cathy's nipples which were fully exposed and stiff from nervous stimulation.
Pamela began to flick her nipples and Cathy moaned in pain.
Stephen observed the arousing contours of his sister's figure. She was a knockout, he had to admit. Almost too good-looking. She was a gracefully chiseled woman, breasts, waist, hips, thighs, all in perfect proportion. The dark inviting recesses of her crotch appeared to plead for fucking he thought. Maybe that was it ... maybe that was how she had gotten involved like this. But he decided against that explanation and he made an effort to arrange his facial expression so that he would appear less interested than ever.
Tears of humiliation ran down Cathy's cheeks as she suffered through the punishment of her nipples by Pamela's trained fingers.
"More action than that!" Stephen called out.
And Pamela hissed through her teeth at Cathy. "Spread your legs!"
Cathy complied a few inches at a time, her legs parting.
Stephen could see straight into her velvety, ripe pussy and he experienced a current of undesired passion flow through his cock. His face turned rosy pink and he coughed to momentarily cover his face.
Pamela allowed one hand to meander down to Cathy's well-shaped stomach and then her fingers moved down to the wetly exposed tender pussy flesh that was so inviting, perched on top of the young girl's dewy silken thighs.
Cathy froze and tried to pull away, but Pamela forced her back, losing her carefully controlled temper.
"Listen, bitch. Don't play Miss Virgin with me! We both know you've been taking anything you could up that hole of yours for the last two months. This may not be a prick, but your cunt will hardly know the difference!"
Cathy's soft silken slit glistened with moisture that was clearly visible across the room as she lay frightened half to death, more naked than she had ever been, more degraded than anyone ever had been in the memory of mankind. She knew her brother was looking right up into her flaming cunt, the same orifice that had brought him such shame. Sweet holy jesus! She had been wicked! And now the inevitable retribution had come, the putrid, soiled touches of the sordid creature who had pretended to be her ally.
"Oooooooooooh," she gushed out as Pamela's hand quickly made wet contact with her vaginal lips. The slender fingers jabbed first one knuckle up, then two, into the sensitive flesh of her cunt.
"She'll be kicking and screaming soon, Stephen," Pamela said, beginning to loosen up herself.
This was turning out to be just another trick ... and she was beginning to enjoy the challenge.
"She really gets off on this ... not like some girls who can't stand being worked off like this!" Pamela said.
"Cut the dialogue! Keep your mind on the job!" Stephen piped in, moving nervously in his chair. He had reckoned he could watch this coolly but maybe he couldn't after all. Still he didn't budge.
With expertise which came from exploring her own private pleasure zone so often, Pamela began to stroke her fingers up and back, round and round in the sticky insides of Cathy's vagina, while the other hand moved under her buttocks, pulling Cathy's loins forward to meet her electrified hand. Her large freckled breasts heaved up and down as she moved over Cathy and their nipples grazed the soft flesh of Cathy's thighs.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeuuug!" Cathy called out and then "EEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUN" again, as the steady sawing motion of Pamela's fingers began to produce a juicy reaction. The scraping against her throbbing cuntal walls, the pounding against her cervix ... she could barely resist it! Like a woman being swept out to sea by a strong current, she screamed:
"Mother of mercy, save me, save me!" and then she started a lurid screwing upwards of her rear end, shaking her crotch, legs kicking, arms flying.
"I told you she'd fall right into the swing of things!" Pamela boasted, trying to maintain the pace of the bucking feminine form beneath her.
"Sweet Lord of Jesus!" Stephen allowed to himself. He had to confess he'd never seen anything quite like it!
Cathy tried one last time to restrain herself, but it was all over. The very depravity of her state was working against her now. Her pussy had that old hum, that old drive for satisfaction.
Her longing no longer had any boundaries as she groaned her lust loud and clear, wallowing in the disgust she felt about the day's events. Her own brother, her own brother!
Then Pamela bent over, lowering her whole body onto Cathy, squashing her big breasts against Cathy's, working her well-turned hips against Cathy's belly to belly, while her hand buried into the undulating satin lips of Cathy's pussy.
"I can fuck you good, too ... honey ... just like a man!" Pamela cried out, becoming more and more passionate herself and displaying a streak of lesbianism that she usually kept well covered except when it was called for in her line of duty.
And, actually, it did feel like a man's cock thrusting high into her loins, tingling with excitement. To Cathy it suddenly became every man she had ever slept with, from her husband Jim down to the lowest crumb in a flea-bag motel ... and yet it was different ... it was a woman's body overpowering hers and her twisted pleasure climbed as she kept in mind the fact it was Pamela doing this to her. Pamela fucking her like a man ... and even more bizarre ... with her brother as an onlooker!
And I love it! she thought. Then she called out, "Aaaaaaaaaaaah, I want it ... I want it!" she was out of touch with the real world now, with her family and with herself. She had to reach the untouchable pleasure now calling to her ... the unbelievable fucking was siphoning all the fluids out of her and she was climbing, climbing, cumming, cumming, hips pounding, arms reaching and folding, eyes rolling, groin pressed to Pamela's pussy, cunt shattering...."OOOOOOO! OOOOOOO! OOOOOOO!" The rapture passed in her and around her, spreading its release through her sweat-soaked body as she choked out her ecstasy in a mind-blowing earth-shaking orgasm.
Stephen observed the lurid sight with his eyes on the verge of bulging out of his head. In all his years he had never seen a woman come like that. And she had been with another woman! A strange rage of a different stripe began to attack him, adding to the anger he already felt. His huge cock now had been in a full erection for a long while, and he could feel it swelling up to even greater dimensions as he stood up, staring down at the final spasms of his sister and the whore who was fucking her. He could see fluids seeping from both their cunts as he peered between their entangled legs.
Bending down, he grabbed Pamela by the shoulder and pulled her off Cathy. Her face grabbed Pamela by the shoulder and pulled her off Cathy. Her face crimson with emotion, hair clumped in bunches and in her face from the workout she'd been through, Pamela stood glaring at Stephen. His hand curved down hard on her face, leaving a bright red mark where it struck. "You can go now," he said quietly.
Pamela stepped quickly towards the door.
"You can keep right on going until you're out of San Francisco!" he added and then heard the door bang shut.
Stephen looked down at Cathy. She was lying face down on the bed by this time, crying into the pillow. Stephen knew what he was going to do next and he knew the significance of his action. But as far as he was concerned he had no other choice at this point. It was all the climax to something that had begun a long time before. He silently undressed and then stood looking down at her again, his big penis protruding powerfully from his dark reddish-brown hair, his muscular chest filled with the same patterns of curls. Cathy gazed up at him.
It seemed that his face came closer and closer to hers, his eyes burning into hers, and then his big thick rock-hard cock was rudely worming its way into her moist, waiting cunt, poking furiously then, without resistance, sinking in. He was holding both her arms down on either side of the bed and this he intended for this beautiful body of his sister's ... to feel the vengeance of his cock ... to be destroyed by his cock. She was fighting him, but he held her hard, forcing her legs apart with his own legs. She squirmed vainly as his cock penetrated her tight cunt. He grinned down at her savagely as it sunk into the hilt, his balls slapping hard into the open crevice of her upturned ass-cheeks and her groans were like music to his ears. Her silken pussy covering up the tough sheath of his cock like some fine moistened material, fitting snugly against it, tightening around it. He began to move hard and fast, scrambling down onto her, letting her feel all the strength of his hips and thighs. He could feel the rawness of her pussy slipping all around his hot bursting penis. He fucked into her with all his might, striking her hard with each forward blow into her cervix, hearing her cry out in shameful ecstasy, moaning and staring glassy-eyed up at him.
"It's good, ain't it, sis? This is real fucking, baby, and you'll never get better!"
His tempo built as wet smacking noises resounded through the room and he lunged at her cruelly until their bodies were gyrating wildly and uncontrollably on the bed. Cathy's buttocks rotated against her brother's groin as blindly she quivered and jerked, spewing out orgasmic fluids all around his raging cock every few seconds.
Stephen knew he would have to cum now or die. This was going to be it. He could never fuck her again ... ever. He gasped, feeling his loins bursting and giving into the strength of his sister's arms around his neck, then exploded deep inside her, falling upon her and shooting his hot liquid cum deep into the fiery furnace of her open womb.
* * *
When it was all over, Stephen, now clothed and about ready to leave, went through Cathy's drawers. He discovered the bank book containing all the money she had made during her stay with Pamela and shoved it in his pocket. Then he reached into his-wallet and pulled out $25.00.
Cathy looked up at him from the bed. She had pulled the spread over her body and lay cringing, waiting for whatever Stephen had in mind next.
He let the bills fall onto the bed. "Here's enough for your bus ticket out of town," he said. "I don't care where you go or what you do when you get there. But if I ever hear you are anywhere near Frisco again, our sweet Mother gets the whole story and you get your pretty face permanently altered. Is that clear? And forget about Jim, I'll let him know where you're headed!"
He stepped towards the door, stopping for a moment as he swung it open. "And don't ever let anyone tell you they didn't get their money's worth ... " he said, "I can tell you put it out like a real professional!"
* * *
The bus rounded a bend in the road to Reno and Cathy sat shrunken into one of the rear seats. She looked out from behind her sunglasses at the ever more barren and dry landscape. Lifting the pint bottle of vodka out of her bag, she took a healthy drink out of it, some of it trickling onto her dress.
"What will I do now," she thought ... "What ever will I do now?"
Then taking another swig and brightening up a bit, she thought, "Oh well, Pamela was right about me being still young and my figure intact ... and I hear there's always room in this world for a pretty girl with a thirst for vodka and a hungry cunt...."
