The white-clad nurse withdrew the syringe from the young girl's arm and stepped back. Eighty cc's of sodium pentothal had been deposited in the girl's bloodstream. Orlando Kirsch, M.D., Ph.D., nodded complacently and consulted the small notebook in his right hand. "Very well, we begin," he said. "Edie, can you hear me?"
Edie Mayfield stirred and muttered indistinctly. Kirsch repeated his question and in a sharper tone that cut through the drug-induced haze that fogged the girl's mind. She answered again, speaking more clearly, and said that she could hear him. Her eyes remained closed. A lovely girl of about twenty, she lay very still on the low, leather-covered couch. Her breasts pushed up the front of her sweater, even in the supine position, and the soft jersey skirt clung to her long, supple thighs, making it clear that they were exceptionally shapely.
"Edie, I want you to listen to me very carefully," Kirsch said. "I am going to read you a short paragraph. You must pay close attention and repeat it to me when I finish. Are you ready?"
"Yes, doctor," the girl replied.
"Very well, here is the paragraph," Kirsch said He switched on a tape recorder and the nurse held its microphone close to Edie's lips as he began reading. "I admit that I pried into the personal file of Peter Armstrong without proper authorization. I did this because of my passion for him. I hoped that I could find some clue in the file which would give me an advantage in luring him into my bed. I have often lain awake in that bed, hoping to gain his attention and have him there with me. That is the paragraph, Edie; now I want you to repeat it."
Edie hesitated for a moment, licked her lips, and then spoke the words. When she had completed the statement Kirsch flipped off the tape recorder and nodded with satisfaction. He extracted the recorder's cassette, made a notation on it and set it aside, then inserted another blank cassette. He switched the machine on again.
"In order to help you, my dear, we must delve very deeply into the center of your emotional life," Kirsch began. "That is why I ordered the injection for you and also why I must ask you these questions. You must trust me absolutely, my dear, and give me the entire truth as it is known to you."
"I understand," Edie said. "I'll do my best to help."
"Very good," Kirsch replied. "Now, for the first question, I want you to think back to the first time you allowed a male to make love to you. You must take time to recall that occasion and answer each of my questions about your first experience with sexual intercourse. Is that the term you use, by the way? Do you think of it as 'sexual intercourse' or do you prefer some other term?"
"Er, I usually say 'fuck' when I'm thinking about it," Edie said, hesitating for only a second. "Sometimes I think of it as 'balling' or 'making out' but mostly I think of it as 'fucking.' "
"Excellent," Kirsch said, casting an eye toward the nurse, who happened also to be his wife, Brigitte, and his most trusted aide. "Now you must tell me every detail of the first time you were fucked."
Brigitte had taken up a position at the foot of the couch. She had opened the front of her stiff white uniform, unsnapping it completely and pulling it apart. She had then lifted her slip, pulling it up around her waist to expose a pair of exceptionally beautiful legs. Her pussy's dark, crinkly fur curled softly under the plain white garter belt that held up her white stockings. Kirsch watched appreciatively as she reached between her thighs, spreading her feet slightly to give herself more freedom, and began caressing the lips of her pussy. He nodded his approval and turned back to give his complete attention to Edie.
"It was when I was sixteen," Edie said, speaking openly and confidently now. "I was with Bill Phelps; we'd been going steady for three or four months. He came over to an apartment one evening where I was babysitting for the Evanses; they often had me sit with their new baby. I ... I'd told him earlier that day that I'd be there and that he could come over about eight-thirty, after the baby had gone to sleep."
"Ah, so you invited him to the scene," Kirsch interjected. "You wanted him to come there in order to get yourself a fucking!"
"I ... I didn't think so," Edie told him. "Or maybe I did want it, I don't know for sure. Anyway, he came over. I'd been hoping for something like that, I guess, and when I saw there was a chance for us to be alone together a while, I just grabbed at it. He didn't have a car, you see, and there wasn't really any place where we could ... you know, be alone."
"To what degree had you been intimate before this?" Kirsch asked. Then, seeing that she had not understood his question, went on: "I mean, how much had you allowed him to do? How freely had he caressed you before this?"
"We'd done almost everything," Edie said, frowning slightly. "He'd touched me everywhere, especially under my bra and in my panties. Mmmm, I loved feeling his hands on my naked breasts, or when he kissed them for me. And I was crazy about the way he fingerfucked me, even if he didn't know how to do it very well; it was almost as good as what I'd been able to do to myself. I'd given him lots of hand jobs, but I couldn't help that, not after the first time when he took my hand and put it down on his naked cock. Ooooh, when I felt that long, hard, hot prick of his I just went crazy! I couldn't resist it and so I jacked him off. And then, after I found out how great it was to feel him going off in my hand, seeing the spunk shoot out so strong and hot and all, well, I just loved doing it to him! Especially when it made him feel so good!"
"I see," Kirsch murmured. "Very interesting. And you enjoy holding a man's cock in your hand? You like the feeling of power over him, the thrill of bringing him to the very peak of his excitement, the way his cock leaps and jerks about in your hand as it spurts out the spunk? The come?"
"I love it!" Edie muttered, her voice betraying a trace of emotion for the first time. "I love it when he's going wild against me, straining and shuddering when his balls start pumping out that come!"
Kirsch nodded and looked down at his wife. She was still standing at the foot of the couch, hands clasped to her steaming slit. As he watched her, she withdrew one hand: the middle and ring fingers of the hand glistened wetly with a clear film of passionate love-oil. She lifted the hand to her face, sniffed delicately of her cunt-smeared fingers and then popped them into her mouth. Her left hand, still between her long, shapely thighs, clawed hungrily at her furry mound. Kirsch watched her for a moment and then smiled.
"Perhaps it would assist you if you were to get more comfortable," he said to Edie. "Would you like to remove your skirt and underclothes? Memories of this sort can often be exciting; it might help if you were to caress yourself as you feel the need."
Edie said nothing, though she moved quickly enough to follow Kirsch's suggestion. She stripped down to her sweater and bra, thoughtlessly casting her clothing aside, and again stretched out on the couch. This time, though, she positioned her heels flat on its surface and spread her thighs wide apart. Brigitte, standing less than three feet away, thus received an immensely clear view of the young girl's pussy. She riveted her eyes on that slit, which had already grown dark and moist, and saw a truly marvelous sight.
The puffy, flushed outer lips of Edie's vulva formed a livid wound no more than two inches in length. The daintiness of the overall slit was more than offset by the fully matured inner lips which protruded from that outer fold of womanly flesh. Dark and ripe with sexual excitement, those inner lips looked like an overripe plum which had been cut in half and then turned inside out. Framed as they were by the more delicate outer lips and then the sparse growth of light brown fur growing over the girl's pubis, the inner lips were especially appealing and made a fiercely exciting sight.
"You said that Bill, this young man, didn't know how to caress you properly," Kirsch prompted. "Perhaps you would elaborate on that for me, eh?"
The drugged girl proceeded to demonstrate exactly what she had meant when she had made the slighting reference to the way Bill Phelps had handled the tenderest, most intimate part of her body. He had, she said, preferred to insert one or two fingers directly into her cunt and frig them back and forth violently, very much as though duplicating the action his prick would create, were it in that fragrant, delectable orifice. Edie preferred a softer, gentler approach, she said. Kirsch encouraged her with soft words whenever she faltered and within a very short time Edie was masturbating freely.
She concentrated almost all her attention on her clitoris, just as Brigitte and Kirsch had expected. She occasionally rubbed the tip of a finger over the dark, flaring lips of her pussy, flicking them delicately, but mostly she merely touched the tip of her right index finger to the area around her clitoris. That awesomely tender little organ had become fully erect and reared up from the sheath formed by the apex of her labia; it projected upward for perhaps half an inch and was about the size of the eraser on the tip of Kirsch's pencil. It was also about the same color, having flushed almost scarlet.
Brigitte watched, intent upon catching every nuance of the girl's act. She preferred another style of self-stimulation, one which was much more like fucking, and she employed it as she watched. Keeping two fingers of her left hand firmly planted in the sweating, lust-moistened rim of her cunt, she used the index finger of her right hand to strum her livid clitoris, which bulged out with mature, hungry sexuality.
"Mostly I like it ... to be soft and gentle," Edie muttered, finding it more difficult to talk now. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps and from time to time she moaned softly as her fingers heightened the nervous tension gathering deep in her womb. "Just touching it ever so lightly, that's the best way; it-mmm!-makes me hornier inside and-oooh!-so ready to let go with everything!"
Brigitte watched closely. Her eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, glittered with passionate interest as she watched the young girl's fingers play over the passion-infused surfaces of her tender slit and prepare her body for the onslaught of orgiastic release. Edie's stimulation of her pussy proceeded apace, but Brigitte kept up with her, keeping her own fingers firmly lodged in her hot cunt. Edie continued to run her fingers over the dark, moist slit and was very obviously growing more aroused with every second. Her words gradually trailed off and only the sound of her labored breathing broke the silence in the room. Kirsch watched too, though his broad, impassive face registered no emotion at all.
"Ugghhh! Oooooh! Ahhhhhh!" Edie grunted, suddenly writhing as the first preliminary spasm of sexual release shot outward from her cunt. "Ohhhhh! Omigod, I'm-unngghhhh!-I'm coming, I'm making it! Agghhhhhh!"
As the spasms multiplied and grew stronger, she suddenly plunged a finger into the mouth of her cunt and shoved it deep. She clamped her hand over her pubis and pressed down, writhing her hips at the same time to bring her strained, overwrought clitoris into close contact with her palm. Terrible shudders pulsed through her loins; her thighs and belly quivered with strain as she sought to heighten the sensual impulses and make them stronger than ever. Kirsch watched, still impassive, but Brigitte began frigging herself at a violent pace. She had timed it just right and, as Edie writhed about in the grip of a terrible lust, she lifted herself up onto the balls of her feet and thrust her loins forward. Her face registered the awful pangs of lusty sensations which ripped through her body; she continued to press her hands against her pussy and to fuck herself with her fingers. Low, throaty gasps of ecstatic release burst from her throat as she brought her cunt and womb to the very peak of erotic feeling.
Edie had lifted her trim, tautly clenched hips completely off the low couch when the convulsive spasms of orgiastic frenzy had begun shooting through her loins. She had thrust the middle finger of her right hand into her cunt's wet, slippery rim as the wrenching agony ripped outward from her cunt. After frigging her clitoris for a moment with the palm of that hand, she twisted it aside and flicked the index finger of her left hand over that prominent little knob, which had become even larger and darker with lusty arousal. Her finger rubbed at the tender, throbbing little spike with quick, spasmodic thrusts and she brought herself over the peak with a final burst of ecstatic manipulation that left her limp and breathless with joy.
"Yes, that was very good," Kirsch said, still maintaining that expressionless pose. A close observer might have noticed a bulge in the front of his dark trousers; his face and voice showed absolutely no change whatever. "You do that very well, Edie; one would think that you practiced a great deal. However, we must continue now with our investigation. Suppose you continue with your story of your first sexual experience with this young Phelps. I mean, of course, the evening when you first felt his prick sliding into your young cunt!"
"Yes. Well, as soon as he came into the apartment we started kissing each other, feeling each other up," Edie murmured. Her voice had lost some of its earlier edge and she seemed more at ease. "I'd already taken my panties off; I did that when ... well, when I did it to myself earlier. I'd been thinking about him being there, see, and it had gotten me so turned on I just couldn't hold back. So I took my panties off, lay back on the couch in the living room and did it to myself. When he got there ... well, I was almost ready to do it again, I was that turned on, that hungry and ready for it."
Her story, as Kirsch later remarked to Brigitte, when they were considering her story and its implications, was not an exceptional one. Phelps had been seventeen at the time and, Kirsch correctly deduced, had had very little sexual experience. In the process of caressing the eager but relatively innocent young girl, he had of course discovered that she had dispensed with her panties.
With the couch so near, it was easy enough for them to recline upon it. Edie's skirt had become bunched around her waist as they had pawed at each other and Phelps had taken the opportunity to examine the girl's deeply flushed young pussy. It was the first time he had ever seen a girl's sexual organs and the sight of that raw, lividly hued slit had excited him like nothing he had ever known before. Edie's hearty response to his advances further aroused his deepest emotions and he felt a pressing urgency to have her.
Before opening his trousers, however, he had succumbed to her impetuosity and had spread himself over her, lying between her thighs and fitting his loins to her naked flesh. As Edie said, they had "dry-humped" shamelessly and she had received a heady, thrilling orgasm simply by rubbing her naked, intensely aroused pussy against the hot, hard lump of man-meat in the front of his jeans. Her climax had aroused him more intensely and within a very short time he had fumbled with his jeans, opening them and pushing them down his thighs so as to expose the hot, hard shaft which reared out from the base of his belly.
"God, he was wild!" Edie said, recalling that moment. Her voice had again grown thick and coarse with passion and at times she found it difficult to speak. "Seeing me naked like that, it just turned him on something fierce! Wow, I never knew it could affect a guy so, seeing a girl down there. That part of her, I mean! Mmmm, he was so horny and hot for it!"
Young Phelps's lack of sexual experience then asserted itself most strongly. Knowing nothing of techniques by which he might control his ardor, he had been at the mercy of his highly aroused emotions. Upon bringing his prick into view and having it so close to Edie's moist, steaming slit, he had been overcome by lust and had begun his climax at that moment.
"He was just so turned on he couldn't hold it back another second," Edie said. "He started shooting off as soon as the head of his cock touched the lips of my pussy. I was moving around, trying to get myself fixed so he could get it in easier, but the stuff was shooting all over my pussy. Mmmm, I can still remember how great it felt when that hot, sticky cream squirted down against my clit and shot over the lips of my pussy! God, it was just the sexiest thing ever, feeling him pop off and shoot his spunk over me like that! Well, finally we got it going in and then he started fucking me like a wild bull. He must have gotten four or five inches of his dick in me before he finished coming; I could feel it leaping and jerking inside my cunt, spraying that hot stuff all around in there. That was enough to get me off again and I really had myself a great come that time, feeling him inside me like that."
Kirsch nodded and congratulated the girl on the accuracy of her recall. He inquired about her virginity and Edie said that she could not remember that initial experience being especially painful. There had been no bleeding, nor had she seen or felt anything which might have indicated the presence of a hymen. She insisted, however, that she had never before attempted sexual intercourse with a male. Phelps had given her her first experience with fucking and also her last, she said. Her tone of voice aroused Kirsch's interest and he asked her to elaborate on the remark. She had adopted a reticent attitude at that point, a marked change from the demeanor she had earlier shown, and he suspected that she might be skirting a subject which would be very useful to him.
Edie now began hesitating and attempting to avoid answering his questions. Kirsch had interviewed too many patients to be put off and he con tinued probing with a dogged, relentless thoroughness that soon laid bare the source of Edie's anxiety. She exhibited a great deal of shame and guilt but could not evade the man's skillful probing. The drug had sapped her inner resistance and thus he could, by insistent pressure, force her to reveal things which she would hardly have admitted to herself, much less to others. As he had expected, the true cause of Edie's embarrassment was not an especially heinous act; he had heard of several other cases exactly like hers and found nothing shocking about her story.
After Phelps had finished his climax in Edie's cunt, he had quickly withdrawn his cock from that heavily seminalized orifice. The violence of his sexual release had left him limp and weak. Edie had remained prone on the couch for a moment or two and had rubbed his sperm into the outer areas of her pussy. She explained that act by saying that she loved the feel of his come against her fingers and had found it intensely erotic to massage the tender, sensitive area between her thighs when it was wet with his orgiastic libation. After caressing herself for a few moments, she had happened to look down at him as he lay crumpled on the floor beside her. She had seen his prick, still almost fully erect and now wet with her cunt's moist oils. Unable to hold back on her desire to show her affection, slit had reached down to begin masturbating him. Phelps had not resisted and gradually she slipped off the couch to gain a more favorable position. Then, overcome by the passion she had just experienced and stirred by yet another rising tide of erotic desire, she had begun fellating him.
"I ... I still don't know how it happened," she blurted out when she had finally told Kirsch the details of their post-coital play. "It just felt so good in my hand, and I was so turned on and all, and ... well, the next thing I knew, I was bending over him and had his cock in my mouth!"
"I see," Kirsch murmured. "And then?"
"He took it for a minute," Edie continued, "but then he ... he slapped me across the face. He told me I was a worthless little bitch, a no-good cocksucker. Wow, I was so shook up at that I couldn't say anything for a minute or two. He kept on saying just awful things to me, even threatening to ... he said he was going to kick my face in if I ever looked at him again! Then he got up and put his cock back in his jeans and ran out of the apartment."
"I see," Kirsch repeated. "And since then what kind of sexual experiences with men have you had?"
Edie vehemently denied that she had had any further sexual experiences at all. Phelps's violent reaction to her innocent, well-meaning effort at pleasing him had set off an answering reaction in her. It had also given her the conviction that she was indeed worthless and shameless, as he had said. Her fear of incurring a similar reaction in another man had been so extreme that, since that evening, her contacts with the opposite sex had been minimal and extremely nonsexual.
"I can understand," Kirsch said. "Very well, Edie, thank you for cooperating so well. Now I want you to go to sleep and to forget all about this conversation for the time being. I shall awaken you shortly."
With that Kirsch flipped off the tape recorder. le laid his papers aside and turned to face his wife. She was still busily masturbating but when she saw lim advancing toward her, unzipping his fly as he moved, she knelt down on the foot of the couch where Edie lay. She pulled her uniform and slip up high around her waist, exposing her naked rump, and waited. Kirsch produced a long, tremendously thick sexual organ, a scarlet-tipped rod of brutally large proportions. He brought his cock to a full scale erection with a few pumps of his big hand and then positioned himself directly behind Brigitte.
"Quickly, Orlando, quickly!" she muttered in a tense, anxious voice. "I've gotten as tight as a drum, hearing her talk, watching her! You'll tear me in two with your lovely cock, I know you will, but I want it! Ohhhh, give it to me, my darling, give it to me in my cunt and fuck me senseless! Ram it all the way in, quickly! Let me feel it tearing the bottom out of my cunt!"
CHAPTER TWO
Kirsch now disclosed that interviewing Edie Mayfield had affected him more powerfully than a casual observer would have thought. True, his prick had not been fully erect when he had first pulled it from his trousers, but he quickly brought it to a satisfactory degree of stiffness and lost no time in shoving the massive, flaring head of the organ into the heated lips of his wife's pussy. She groaned savagely when she felt the tool begin distending the rim of her cunt, forcing that tenderly aroused slit into a circular shape and then enlarging it; he pressed harder against her and soon had the head planted firmly within that delicately aroused opening.
Brigitte responded quickly. She kept her eyes open wide, a tactic that allowed her to devour Edie's handsome young pussy visually, and leaned back against her husband with genuine relish. She swayed her hips from side to side and then began rotating her pelvis, so that she could work her hot, slick cunt up and down the shaft of his cock as he fucked it into her. Edie, entirely unaware of the abandoned scene taking place at her feet, continued to sleep quietly.
As Kirsch increased the tempo of his thrusts, and directed them even deeper, Brigitte's language gradually took on a new tone. She switched from her lilting English to the Viennese dialect she had grown up speaking, the musical form of German she had acquired in the gutters and back alleys of her native city. It was the same dialect spoken by the whores and pimps who had formed her only family and it was exquisitely graphic in its depiction of her pleasure as she received Kirsch's increasingly violent thrusts. When she felt her cunt being pierced to the very bottom, she reached between her quivering thighs and began rubbing a fingertip over her stubby, rock-hard clitoris; the added sensation brought further charges of pure sexual arousal to her already tortured nervous system. She was intensely hungry for sexual stimulation of the broadest, most stirring kind and she allowed nothing to interfere with her search for that goal.
"Unngghhh!" she groaned. "Deeper, damn you, fuck my heart out! Agghhh! You're-oooooh-fucking me to death, you're tearing my cunt apart! Ugghhh! I'll suck your cock, I'll suck it with my cunt! I'll drain the come out of your balls! Oooooh, get it in deeper! Harder! Aurrgghhhhh! Owwwww!"
Kirsch said nothing. Only his glittering eyes and the labored pace of his breathing indicated the extreme state of his emotion. He held on to her hips to steady himself and continued whipping his lust-hardened cock in and out of her wet, hot sheath. There was nothing tender or loving about his fucking style at that moment: he was ramming her with a carefully calculated violence, a style that aimed only at total sexual release for both of them. At times he lifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, but immediately afterward he dropped back down and flexed his knees, thus ensuring that his prick slid into her lathered cunt from a variety of angles. He also twisted about slightly, further changing the angle of entry, and in all cases Brigitte responded more ardently than ever.
No man could have withstood the frightful pressure applied by Brigitte's artfully skilled cunt She had long ago mastered total muscle control and she could flex and contract her abdominal muscles in ways that made her cunt nip and grab at a prick or a finger with amazing virtuosity. Even as she rotated her hips and pelvis about the axis of her husband's big cock, creating a massive friction against the tool's surface, she added to that abandoned effect by clenching her muscles and forcing her cunt to squeeze down hard against the length of hard muscle. She did this in part because the effort strengthened her own sensations, through bringing the highly aroused surfaces of her cunt more firmly against his plunging prick, but also in part because she knew the stronger caresses would bring about a more devastating display of manly exuberance when finally he released the sperm locked in his balls-and she had long ago discovered that an exceptionally powerful climax on her lover's part ensured an accordingly greater degree of orgasmic release on her own part.
"There!" Kirsch grunted, heaving into her once more and then holding himself tight against her throbbing hips. The rough material of his fly rubbed harshly against the lips of her pussy but that only gave her yet another source of erotic stimulation. "There, now you have it! Ohhh, my dear, you have it now! You have my cream, all of it!"
His balls began pumping heavily and his thick, lust-stiffened prick leaped powerfully as it contracted, shooting the passionately heated jets of sperm into her cunt. Those contractions, together with the spurts of liquid fire-for so his sperm seemed to her to have become-sufficed to give Brigitte the last dollop of sexual pleasure she needed. She screamed out once and then pressed her face down against the couch. Her hand moved off her aching clitoris and cupped his massive balls, then brought the hairy, egg-filled bag up snugly against her vulva. She rubbed his balls against her pussy and derived yet another kind of sensual arousal from that unique feeling; at the time she even fancied that she could feel the huge eggs contracting as they pumped out the thick, hot squirts of come.
Brigitte's cunt reverberated to the pounding insistence of her own climax, which became far stronger when she felt her husband's prick begin shooting sperm into her body. She continued twisting and writhing about against him, fucking hard, and did not stop until she had exhausted every semblance of sexual feeling in both their bodies. She pushed back against him one last time, just as though she might be trying to force her cunt even further down over his prick, and then rubbed against him with a slow movement of delicious pleasure. She pressed his balls against the lips of her pussy one last time and then allowed her hand to fall to the couch.
"A beautiful fuck!" she murmured, resuming her English. "So much spunk! Mmmmm, I love feeling it go off inside me like that!"
"Now you must clean me off," Kirsch replied. "Regrettably, we do not have enough time to enjoy the aftereffects thoroughly."
He pulled out of her and kept his stance at the foot of the couch. Brigitte sighed and then slipped off to kneel on the floor in front of him. His cock had lost part of its stiffness, now drooping at about a forty-five degree angle, but it was almost as large as it had been when he was pressing it into her cunt with the utmost fervor. Thick, ropy strands of semen clung to the broad shaft, which also glistened wetly with her cunt's joyous effusions; altogether the tool presented an aspect of unbridled licentiousness.
Brigitte's deep blue eyes sharpened noticeably when she contemplated her husband's wet prick. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as she examined that well-fucked organ; she bent closer to inhale the aroma of fresh sexuality. The sight and scent collaborated to arouse her once more and she took his cock into her mouth with as much pleasure as she had showed when first it went into her cunt She moaned deep in her throat as the salt-savor of their fucking spree assailed her taste buds and sent her senses again reeling with an arousal so swift and complete as almost to be nauseating. She reached down to hike up her slip and began masturbating as she sucked. Her fingers pried at the slippery rim of her cunt, from which Kirsch's load of sperm had already begun to trickle; she began spreading the thick, creamy goo over the lips of her pussy. Feeling his come against her fingers affected her almost as powerfully as tasting his cock and she quickly fingerfucked herself into another climax. As the final wave of tempestuous joy rippled through her loins, she forced her lips all the way down his thick cock until she felt his pubic fur brushing against her mouth. The head of his prick had speared deep into her throat and she kept it there, relishing the sensation of fullness the extra-thorough penetration gave her.
"Enough," Kirsch said after a moment. "I would love to continue, my dear, but we have other duties to perform."
"Yes," Brigitte muttered when she had pulled her face away from his loins. "Eyerman will be waiting in our office for the recapitulation of the interview."
"True," Kirsch agreed. "By the way, you must congratulate her on the skill with which she deceived young Mayfield. Her lies seemed to throw the girl completely astray."
Julia Eyerman, Kirsch's executive secretary, had provided the mechanism by which he and his wife had duped Edie into submitting to the sodium pentothal examination. Julia, an elegantly tall brunette of about thirty, had directed Edie, her assistant, to search through Peter Armstrong's file for a report which she knew was not there. Brigitte, primed and ready, had entered the file room just at the moment when Edie was plowing through the manila folder and thus could claim, with a semblance of legitimacy, that she had surprised the girl in the act of reading a patient's file without authorization. Edie had, of course, answered that she was simply carrying out her superior's instructions. When asked for confirmation, Julia had denied giving any such order. Julia's sudden desertion of the girl had left her very much at sea and thus far more amenable to Kirsch's suggestions.
Orlando Kirsch had plotted the entire affair with his usual thoroughness. An honor graduate of one of the country's leading medical schools, where he had specialized in psychiatry, and also the holder of a doctorate from another major university-there he had specialized in the sexual behavior of emotionally disturbed adults-he had deep theoretical insights into human nature. He was also a gifted administrator and a better than average publicist. These varied skills, together with a boundless ambition, had enabled him to set up a clinic in a remote part of New Mexico, about sixty miles from Santa Fe, and to attract a very select clientele. Some of his patients were alcoholics, some were compulsive gamblers, some suffered from even more debilitating defects of personality, but they all had at least two things in common: they were all very rich-Kirsch's sanatorium charged a minimum of one thousand dollars a week for minimal care-and they had someone, a relative, lover or friend, who was willing to pay the bills for keeping them in seclusion in that remote stronghold. Rumor had it that a few of Kirsch's patients were in fact better equipped to cope with society and its pressures than the people who had committed them to his total care but few people put much credence in those rumors, which were certainly never repeated in public: Kirsch had a worldwide reputation in his field and he guarded it jealously.
Julia Eyerman was waiting in his office when Kirsch and Brigitte entered. A full-breasted woman with a glint of earthy humor in her large brown eyes, she could never look as business-like and professional as Brigitte. A close observer would have noticed, however, that her office ran like the proverbial clockwork and performed all its assigned functions with admirable punctuality and efficiency. She lolled in her chair, fully at ease, and waited patiently for Kirsch to begin.
"The interview was highly successful," Kirsch said; his wife's pencil flew across the notebook in her lap, leaving squiggles and symbols in its wake as he spoke. "Far more successful, in fact, than the objective circumstances would have led us to expect. It appears that the subject, Mayfield, is suffering from what she imagines to have been a misdeed in her past. Her guilt feelings are repressed, though very much in evidence once a beginning has been made."
He paused to gather his thoughts and Brigitte said: "That is very good, Doctor. If she is already suffering from a misdeed, real or imagined, she will be that much more amenable to serving us in the way we wish."
"Too true," Julia agreed. "And what did the poor thing do that was so horrid, might I ask? Did she perhaps steal a stamp from the mail room? Forget to wash out her underwear one evening?"
Kirsch frowned at the woman's levity but said nothing for a moment. He knew that Julia was valuable enough to be allowed a small amount of leeway, though her irreverent attitude caused him moments of sorrow.
"No, it is rather more serious than that," he said. "It appears that in the past she had a boyfriend. This young man harbored all the conventional lower class prejudices, as well as a consuming lust for young Mayfield's body. It seems that after she had violated her trust as a babysitter and permitted the lad to visit her while on duty, she allowed him to seduce her-though one might well wonder who was the seduced and who the seducer!-in her employers' living room."
Kirsch's announcement of Edie's sexual escapade with Bill Phelps brought a questioning look to Julia's handsome face. Although very attractive and possessed of a phenomenally beautiful body, Edie invariably acted prim and proper to a degree which caused Julia to believe that, somehow, the girl had remained a virgin. As she put it, drawing nods of approbation from Kirsch and Brigitte, it was ridiculous to imagine an attractive girl of Edie's age being a virgin, but it was very difficult to conceive of her ever letting her guard down far enough to allow a man to slip between her thighs.
"Yes, I can see your point," Kirsch agreed. "But this air of propriety is only a facade, it appears. Underneath she is quite a passionate creature, it would seem clear. At any rate, after they had performed the sexual act, Mayfield acted upon an irresistible impulse and tried to fellate the young man. He found this highly disturbing and accused her of being perverted, then left her abruptly. His accusation struck home, I believe, and since that time Mayfield has been accusing herself of being an extremely vile, unworthy person."
Kirsch proceeded to outline their future course with reference to Edie Mayfield. He pointed out that Edie would awake from the sodium pentothal injection in a disoriented condition, one that would make it much easier to implant suggestions in her mind, and he intended implementing his plan at once. Basically he intended proving to her that she was an extremely passionate individual-a fact which she had gotten into the habit of denying and that she could give free rein to her erotic impulses without fear of retribution. Her assumed pose of frigidity and lack of sexual interest was nothing more than a facade, he said, and he believed that once she had been made to face the truth about herself, she would not be able to deny her body's sexual needs. All they would have to do after that was simple: they had merely to point her in the right direction and Edie would carry out the remainder of their plan on her own, without knowing a thing about the ulterior purposes she was fulfilling.
"Masterly!" Brigitte breathed, contemplating her husband with awed admiration. "Truly a beautiful piece of scientific-ingenuity!"
"And potentially a very profitable one," Kirsch added. "Very well, Mayfield should be awakening from the injection within the hour. Brigitte, we should begin with a complete physical examination, merely to be certain that she is as healthy as she appears. We should be ready to begin our first training session by, oh, ten o'clock tonight."
Brigitte administered the physical examination, working with the aid of a nurse from the clinic's regular examining room. They performed their duties swiftly and efficiently and, within a couple of hours, had amassed an amazing amount of data concerning Edie's physical condition. The sodium pentothal wore off slowly and Edie submitted to the various tests without complaint. Brigitte dismissed the nurse after the last test had been completed, then ordered Edie onto the examining table in the room they had been using for the tests. Edie obediently lay back on the comfortably padded table. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Brigitte had fastened a thick canvas strap around her waist, effectively pinning her down. Two more straps went around her wrists, further immobilizing her. Brigitte fixed two stainless steel stirrups into clamps set into corners of the table and directed the girl to place her heels in them. She did so and more straps were fastened to her ankles. When Brigitte had finished, Edie lay flat on her back, knees drawn up and well spread. She could hardly move at all and thus could only gasp indignantly when Brigitte cut away the hospital gown which was her only article of clothing.
Brigitte pressed a button on the wall and Kirsch entered the room seconds later. He walked around the tale, surveying Edie's naked body with a cold, clinical eye. Finally he nodded his appreciation and turned away. Going to a bank of machines standing a few feet away from the examining table, he took up a small cylinder about five inches in length, with a diameter no greater than his finger, and snapped a cord to one end. He returned to the foot of the examining table, stood between Edie's widespread thighs and applied a small amount of surgical lubricant to the white plastic cylinder.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing?" Edie whispered, watching him closely. "What's this all about?"
"We are merely preparing you for a more extensive examination," Kirsch said. "Nurse, if you will attach the electrodes for the electro-encephalogram? Very good. I shall proceed with my own work here."
He paused a moment to examine the details of the girl's pussy. He saw that the inner lips were exceptionally large, protruding from a fat little outer slit, and that the entire furrow Was framed by a delicate fringe of curling brown hair, almost tan in shade. The beauty and voluptuousness of the slit seemed not to affect him. He used his left hand to spread her buttocks further apart, then slipped the greased cylinder into the taut, puckered opening of her anus. Edie cried out, uttering a pitiful, whimpering sound, and again protested strenuously. Kirsch paid her no attention at all. After seating the cylinder firmly and taping its tip to her left buttock to prevent her anal sphincter from expelling it, he went back to another machine and brought back another cylinder, considerably larger than the one he had put into her anus. He slipped the second tube into the girl's cunt, again fixing it securely in place, and stepped back to admire his work.
"These are not torture devices," he told her. "They are measuring devices I have developed for my work. You now have an analometer in your anus-the part which perhaps you know better as your 'asshole'-and a vaginometer in your vagina, or should I say 'cunt'? They are simply to measure the strength of your sexual response, my dear."
"Why are you doing these things to me?" Edie cried out. "What are all these gadgets for? I don't understand anything any more!"
Brigitte finished fastening the last of the several tiny electric sensors to Edie's skull-a rubber cap held them in place; Brigette had deadened each part of the girl's scalp with a weak solution of novocaine to enable her to plant the tiny needles painlessly and then attached a series of devices for monitoring the girl's heartbeat, blood pressure and rate of respiration. Kirsch pointed out that each device was connected to a mechanical pen and a moving sheet of graph paper. When he had concluded his tests, he said, they would have a graphic display of the girl's physical responses through each stage of the session. Edie would be able to read the results for herself, he said.
"The sodium pentothal interrogation disclosed additional information," he added. "We now suspect that there is also a psychosexual element to your misdeed. We are now going to measure the strength of your sexual responses. If, as we suspect, you prove to be a strongly sexual creature, we will have additional guidelines for shaping your course of therapy."
Edie tried to protest that Kirsch had misjudged her drastically, to claim that she had no sexual interests at all. He did not even bother answering that assertion. Instead he motioned for Brigitte to slip an earphone plug into the girl's left ear. He said that they were going to play her a tape recording, one which she would easily be able to identify for herself. Edie continued babbling mindlessly for a moment but then found herself being compelled to listen to the tape being played into her ear.
She quickly realized that she was listening to a tape involving a passionate couple in a bedroom scene. As the tape began, she realized, the man was fingerfucking the woman; the effectiveness of his work was quickly demonstrated by her gasping moans of ecstatic pleasure. After the man had brought her to a climax, she complimented him lavishly on his handiwork, using the frankest possible language in doing so, and then proceeded to bring him to an erection. She used her mouth to perform that feat and the microphone even captured the soft, liquid, slurping sounds of her mouth and lips working over his cock.
"There, that's a fine hard-on?' she heard the woman say after a time. "Mmmm, a real pussy pleaser! Ohhh, darling, we'll fuck each other silly! You'll shoot a great, huge load of hot come into my cunt! And then we'll suck each other off again afterward! Ahhh, I'm going to love licking the come off that cock of yours!"
Edie displayed a quick and highly visible reaction to the tape. The knowledge that she was overhearing a couple engaged in the most intimate acts possible affected her deeply. A fine film of sweat broke out on her brow and her cheeks turned a bright red. She licked her lips nervously as her breathing became short and shallow. Her nipples turned a darker shade of pink, then darkened still more until they were maroon in hue. At the same time, a large, brown ring appeared around those swelling cones, spreading over a fair part of her breast and providing a highly attractive setting for her nipples. She became acutely conscious of the probes Kirsch had inserted in her cunt and asshole: both the rods seemed to grow inside her as she listened to the couple. She knew that the lips of her pussy would be even larger and darker and she could feel the warm trickle of musk-scented oil flowing from the depths of her cunt, just as it always did when she became highly aroused. Her clitoris, swollen to twice its normal size and still enlarging itself, throbbed with every beat of her heart. She knew that Kirsch, seated on a low stool at the foot of the table, would be able to look directly at that livid wound at the base of her belly and see the obvious truth, a realization which made her even more uncomfortable.
"Unngghhh! Ooooo!" the woman moaned into Edie's helpless ear. "Omigod, Jackie, it's so big, so fucking big! Mmmmm, you're splitting my cunt apart! I never felt a cock so big, so long and thick! Ohhh, get it in, baby, all the way in! Let me feel your balls rubbing against my asshole! Oooooh, fuck me deep, fuck the heart outta my cunt!"
"Oh, wow, honey, you've got the hottest cunt in town!" the man gasped. "Jesus, I never felt one that tight! Mmmmm, it's peeling the skin right off my dick, it's scalping my cock! Ahhh, shake that ass, shake it and milk the come outta my balls!"
Had she been able to do so, Edie would certainly have torn the earphone off and flung it away. Not only did she think it wrong to eavesdrop upon such intimate affairs, she also objected to the tape because it affected her so powerfully. Even now, strapped to a table and festooned with scientific instruments, she could feel her body tingling with sexual awareness as it had rarely done before. She knew that if she could touch so much as the tip of one finger to her raging, lust-stiffened clitoris for no more than a second she would go reeling with orgiastic frenzy.
"Ooooh, please stop it!" she begged, tossing her head from side to side and writhing under the thick straps binding her to the table. "It's making me feel so awful! I can't listen any more, honest I can't!"
Kirsch did not bother responding to that plea. He had no intention of disrupting the tape, of course; he wanted to drive the girl to the breaking point and beyond, if possible. He knew that the slightest touch would send Edie into paroxysms of orgiastic release but he had no intention of giving her that favor: as part of his testing, he wanted to know if she could achieve a spontaneous climax without being touched at all. If his suspicions were correct and the girl was as passionate as he thought, she would probably be able to climax at some point during the course of the demonstrations he had planned for her. In that case, he would be even more assured that he had selected wisely in picking her for the role he had in mind.
Brigitte, meanwhile, found the tape almost as irresistible as Edie was doing. The tape recorder sent the sounds of the erotically entwined couple through an auxiliary speaker, as well as the earphone, and she too detected every moan the couple uttered. After listening for a few moments, she began stripping off her white uniform. Kirsch watched, smiling slightly, as she peeled off every article of clothing. When she was completely nude, she leaned back against the wall and spread her long, superbly formed thighs wide apart. Her position, directly at Edie's head, kept her out of range of the girl's vision, though she could look down that beautifully feminine body and derive additional excitement from contemplating those lushly turned curves and valleys.
Brigitte began masturbating in a slow, casual way. At first she was content merely to rub the tip of her right index finger over the dark, flushed lips of her pussy. Deeply aroused by the sight of Edie's beautiful body, as well as by the lustful sounds coming from the tape recorder, she had only to touch that highly excited flesh in order to receive dramatic proof of her sexual alertness. Once her lusts had intensified, however, she felt a need for stronger stimulation. She reached into a drawer at her side and brought out a cream-colored dildo, carved from some semi-flexible material, that was at least as large as Kirsch's king-sized prick. She began working the brutally large tip of the tool into the rim of her cunt and was soon fucking the obscenely shaped instrument deep into her ravenous body. Kirsch watched her from time to time and smiled softly, though he gave no other indication of being affected by the strange sight.
Edie's pleas for mercy counted for nothing, of course, and she had to listen to the couple fuck their way toward the inevitable conclusion. The woman's deep, throaty voice grew more strident and her language became even more obscene as she churned herself into a frenzy of lusty arousal. Edie had never heard such language used in the presence of a man before and she found it difficult to believe that words could have a place in the sexual act, which she had always believed to be a very romantic, sentimental occasion. Nevertheless the frank and vulgar language heightened her own arousal and made her even more eager for the thrilling blast of orgasmic release.
"Ooooh, fuck!" the woman moaned, punctuating her words with deep gasps of pure physical agony. "Unngghhhh! Fuck the shit outta my cunt! Ohhh, baby, let it go, let the come go shooting right up my guts! Ooooh, I want it, I want it all the way up my cunt! Oh, fuck, you long-dicked cunt-slicer!"
"Fuck my cock harder!" the man grated in response. "Grind it down, grind it with your cunt! Fuck the come outta my nuts! Milk it dry!"
Their encouraging phrases turned into harsh cries of agonized distress as their passions mounted to a crescendo and then burst. Edie could feel her own body yearning to respond, to experience exactly the same kind of cunt-slicing, mind-blowing ecstasy as the couple exhibited. Neither Kirsch nor Brigitte made any move toward helping her, naturally, and as the sounds of erotic passion faded in her ear her pussy remained as lively and full of feeling as ever. She moaned softly and writhed against the restraining straps but no one stepped forward to give her the deliverance her cunt wanted so desperately.
Kirsch flipped off the tape recorder and turned back to the girl. He questioned her about what she had been hearing, deliberately torturing her further, and Brigitte stepped into view as well. She asked Edie if she did not wish that she could have such a formidable lover, one possessed of an enormous prick and almost miraculous staying power. Brigitte painted a glowing picture of such a lover: she dwelt in great, exquisite detail on the pleasures one could experience with such a man and she made a special point of describing the peculiar joy of taking his prick into one's mouth after he had flooded one's cunt with hot, rich sperm. Edie squirmed terribly as Brigitte described that act-the woman had chosen it deliberately, knowing of the girl's desire to suck on a cunt-wet prick-but she steadfastly maintained the pretense that such activities were entirely repugnant to her. Neither Brigitte nor Kirsch was taken in by that facade of propriety, nor were they offended by Edie's stubborn refusal to admit the truth. They realized that the girl's resistance would have to suffer additional erosion before she succumbed enough to admit to her own desires.
"We have now tested your ability to respond to overhearing explicitly sexual episodes," Kirsch explained. "Now we propose to measure your enjoyment in seeing them, as well. What do you think? Will you find it exciting, watching people writhe in the throes of the utmost passion?"
Edie did not answer but Brigitte, who had been watching the recording instruments carefully, saw several marking pens make abrupt squiggles upward when the girl understood what Kirsch proposed doing. That marked reaction was enough to tell them that Edie would find the demonstration intensely moving, however much she might deny it, and they proceeded with more confidence.
"You mustn't mind me being naked," Brigitte said when she saw Edie's look of surprise. "I, well, I am not a sufficiently scientific mind to be able to close my ears to every nuance of the experiments, you see. Like you, I find them highly arousing and ... well, I cannot help giving myself pleasure as I listen! You mustn't mind me, though. After all, I am only doing what you would like to do to yourself!"
Kirsch dimmed the room's lights and hit another switch governing the projector, directed at the ceiling directly above the examining table. At first Edie closed her eyes and refused to watch but the film's sound track soon forced her eyelids apart. Looking up, she saw an exceedingly attractive young blonde lying beside a tall, well-built man of about thirty. Both were naked. The blonde had the man's penis in her hands and was caressing it into a throbbing erection. The camera zoomed in for an exquisitely clear close-up of the way the blonde's fingers pulled the loose foreskin over the bulging, purple head, then slowly stripped it back until the skin was drawn tight along the incredibly thick shaft. The big head completely overshadowed that shaft, notwithstanding its superlative diameter, and flared out in a dramatically masculine way that made Edie's clitoris ache with hungry desire.
Even though Edie had found it intensely compelling to watch the blonde fondle that big prick, she found it far more exciting when the woman began fellating the man. Her brain pounded until she felt sure her skull would burst as she watched the blonde's lush red lips open wide and then engulf that massive prong. The woman twisted about to get herself into the correct position, then forced her lips down the thick shaft until she had every inch of his cock in her mouth. The head of that brutally large tool must be halfway down the blonde's throat, Edie realized, and yet the woman betrayed not the slightest sign of discomfort at having his prick there. She had never known that a woman could train her throat muscles to open wide, so as to accommodate even the largest cock, and the demonstration brought her senses to another quivering, aching peak of readiness.
"Isn't it lovely, watching a woman suck a man up to a perfect erection?" Brigitte purred into her ear. "It's one of the most intimate ways of loving a man, you know; it's also one of the best ways to make him horny enough to want to fuck you!
Doesn't it make you want a cock of your own, one you could suck on and get hard?"
Edie vehemently denied the fact, even though she herself knew that her words were ringing hollow. For the first time in several years, she admitted to herself that she did indeed want exactly that and the thought terrified her even as it brought her pussy to a still more excited condition. The sight of the blonde's lips encircling that grotesquely huge prick, moving up and down the broad shaft, sent thrills of unsurpassed sexuality pulsing throughout her body and honed her long-repressed desires to an even sharper edge.
"Watch them now," Brigitte purred. "Now that she has him properly prepared, she is going to enjoy him to the fullest possible extent!"
Edie tried to will her eyelids closed but she could not do so. Her advanced stage of sexual excitement had completely sapped her willpower and she no longer had any control over her body. Filled with raging lusts, she could do nothing but watch, even though the very act of watching made her all the more aroused and even more ill at ease.
The blonde mounted the man, squatting over his loins and facing his feet. He held his prick upright-it reared up from his loins like a fence post, she thought-and the blonde maneuvered herself into position against it. By squatting down and spreading her knees wide apart, she had necessarily forced her pussy open and the inner lips flared out in an extremely suggestive fashion. The man rubbed the head of his cock over those half-opened lips, a move which made Edie's cunt ache harder than ever, and then the woman took over.
Reaching down, she grasped his cock and pressed the head between those deeply flushed inner lips. Edie cried out involuntarily upon seeing that; she could not conceive of a prick that large fitting into a woman. The blonde did not show any sign of hesitancy, though, and she levered the stout shaft into place with total assurance. Once she had the broad, arrow-shaped head of his cock securely placed against the rim of her cunt, she began lowering herself down upon that uplifted spear. At the same time, the man began thrusting upward and sent the head of his cock slithering into the mouth of the woman's cunt. Edie's eyes widened and she visibly flinched; she felt sure that the initial thrust must surely split that tender, feminine opening apart and deal out a paralyzing agony to the woman. The blonde's face, clearly visible, upset all her expectations. Instead of registering pain and discomfort, the woman exhibited signs of vast pleasure upon feeling the big tool slice into her flesh.
"This is a highly edited version of the original film," Kirsch said to the girl. "We cut out a great many passages in order to show you the climax and its denouement. I can assure you, though, that they spent several minutes in enjoying each other before getting to this point!"
The camera zoomed in for another tight close-up and Edie could see the thick vein running along the man's cock begin throbbing and pulsing with steady beats. She sensed that that vein was transmitting his sperm from his massive balls and that thought made her own cunt throb all the harder. The sound track registered the couple's moans and cries of ecstasy, reinforcing the dramatic effect upon the watching girl. Edie felt as though a gigantic hand was stretching her cunt and womb apart, wrenching the tender organs into strange, unaccustomed forms, and she became almost nauseous from the excessive excitement.
"Watch closely now," Kirsch purred. "If you doubted the reality of the man's orgasm, watch very closely!"
After a moment's rest the woman slowly lifted herself off the man's loins. Gradually his thick cock slid from her pussy's clinging lips and then dropped free, falling down onto his belly. The cuntal opening remained open for a moment; the camera's angle was such that Edie could actually look inside that intimate cleft. She saw thick blobs of sperm, creamy and rich, a sight that made her own cunt cry out in agonized despair. The woman's cunt slowly closed but not before a huge drop of semen had slipped from the oval opening; it trickled down from her pussy's lips and dropped down onto the man's balls. She then tightened her abdominal muscles and forced an even larger dollop of that lust-cream from her cunt; the mucilaginous goo slipped from her pussy and again fell down onto the man's prick.
No power on earth could have prevented Edie from watching the conclusion of the film. The blonde edged farther up the man's body and looked down at his prick. That organ was still large and firm but now bore ample evidence of the lewd work it had been performing. Thick, ropy strands of sperm clung to the shaft and the come which had dripped from the woman's cunt had collected at the base of the broad-beamed shaft. The blonde looked up at the camera and smiled; her face showed a combination of delight and sheer lust which could only have been genuine. She continued edging up his body and then bent down to bring her lips to bear against his wet prick.
Edie groaned aloud at seeing that. The woman was actually performing the act she had attempted with Bill, that act which had aroused his deepest contempt, and the young girl felt another heady surge of sexual excitement sweeping over her body. Seeing the woman act out one of her own deepest fantasies had an incredibly erotic effect on her and she felt certain that her cunt was going to explode at any moment. She surged upward against the restraining straps, shoving her loins into the air and unconsciously parodying the motions she would be making if a man were between her thighs, but she could not generate enough muscular tension to release the flood of excited desire which had accumulated inside her loins. Groaning and sobbing with distress, she could only he there and watch as the woman devoured the man's prick with slow, superlatively erotic movements. The woman even licked the collected sperm off the base of his belly; the camera got an excellent close-up of her tongue stirring a small pool of semen before she closed upon it with her lips. She sucked his balls into her mouth, caressing them gently and licking them clean, and then began mouthing his cock once more.
"And at the same time," Kirsch added, "he was working his tongue into every part of her cunt! Think of it, Edie, the thrill of feeling a man explode with lusty joy inside your cunt, and then having him lick his very own come from out of that orifice! Doesn't that make you writhe with desire?"
Edie could not answer, though in fact the thought set off additional chain reactions of lusty arousal within her flesh. She felt a drastic hollowness in her loins, a vast emptiness, and at that moment she knew that only a man would ever be able to satisfy the intense longings which the film and tape had generated within her cunt. She longed to cry out for deliverance, to beg for the kind of release which she wanted, but she sensed that Kirsch would only smile and advise against it.
"Come now, you must admit the obvious truth," Kirsch said. "The very sight of fucking, the sounds of a couple in deep heat, they are enough to make you ravenous for sex, isn't that right?"
"No, it isn't so!" Edie cried out, though it took her last reserve of will power to make the denial. "It's not true! I won't say that!"
Kirsch then nodded to his wife. Brigitte had again been thrusting the massive dildo into her lasciviously anointed cunt while watching the film and she was extremely aroused. The woman moved around to a spot between Edie's uplifted thighs and knelt down until her face was only inches away from the girl's tortured slit. She could see the plain evidence of Edie's intense arousal: the girl's highly active pussy had generated a profuse flow of rich, sweet oils and the lips glistened wetly.
"You are so aroused, in fact," Kirsch said, "that you will respond to Brigitte's oral stimulation! Yes, she will kiss and lick you, just as though you were both lesbians, and you will experience the release you want!"
With that Brigitte extended the tip of her tongue and flicked it over the girl's distended clitoris. That frighteningly enlarged nub of pure sexual feeling had swelled until it protruded from the sheath formed by the apex of her pussy's lips; Brigitte's warm, wet tongue glided over the tiny little shaft and loved it tenderly. She then transferred the tip of her tongue to the dark, swollen lips of the girl's pussy and stimulated them with slow, artfully applied strokes, barely touching them but effectively bringing a wealth of sensual feeling to the task.
That initial touch sufficed to unleash the forces of sexual tension which had been building up inside Edie's supple, highly excitable cunt. Even though she had always felt an intense repugnance toward homosexual contacts, the amazing touch of Brigitte's skilled tongue overcame every inner resistance and propelled her into a tornado of ecstatic glory. A multitude of conflicting emotions worked within her mind and body but all were overcome by the frantic, throbbing urgency of her sexual release. Her cunt and womb exploded with lusty fervor and she began writhing against Brigitte's tongue. The woman licked skillfully, seeking only to trigger the orgasmic mechanism, and she did so with a completeness which surprised even her.
Again and again Edie shrieked with lusty pleasure as her cunt throbbed in climactic frenzy. Gradually her cries mounted to a peak, then trailed off into sobs and moans as the climax died away. Brigitte pulled back, licked her lips with pleasure and looked up at Kirsch. The man smiled and nodded approvingly. Brigitte then kissed the girl's pussy once more, fastening her mouth firmly against those dark, swollen lips and shooting her tongue far up into the youthful cunt with devastating effect. Edie moaned in agony at the sudden, totally unexpected penetration and squirmed once more. Brigitte then stood up and kissed her husband; Kirsch's dark, beady eyes glittered more brightly than ever as he tasted the sweetness of Edie's ripe young pussy on his wife's lips.
"Very good," he murmured when Brigitte moved away. "You may now remove the test instruments and send her back to her room. Then come to my office."
CHAPTER THREE
Brigitte had given Edie a mild sedative upon returning the girl to her room. The drug had been a mild one and the dosage minimal, so that she did not become unconscious; she merely hung suspended in mid-air, it seemed, and lacked the willpower to get off her bed. Her memory of the things she had heard, seen and experienced in the examining room remained vivid, however, as did her awareness of her present surroundings. She realized, for example, that it had been Brigitte who had delivered the exciting touch which had given her the sexual release she had wanted so strongly.
"My God, it was a woman that did it to me!" Edie thought to herself as she lay sprawled on her bed. "What am I then, a queer? Oooh, I can still remember the way her tongue slipped over my clit, so warm and alive! And she didn't even do it hard!
Yeah, and then the way she shoved it all the way in, just when I'd started to....Ahhhhhh! God, it felt just like a prick going in, I'll swear it did! Wow, I wonder if I really am queer? Or maybe it's just that I'm turning into a whore at last, just like Bill told me I would!"
Edie's spirits sank even lower as she berated herself for having so weakly and cravenly succumbed to Brigitte's perverted caress. Her depression ate away at her mental toughness and thus made it more difficult than ever to keep from focusing her attention on the images which played through her mind. At first she tried to divert herself, but the pictures, vividly realistic flashes of scenes remembered from the movie Kirsch had played for her, would not go away.
"Mmmm, the way she sucked him!" Edie thought, visualizing the highly exciting way the blonde had devoured that huge, sperm-smeared prick. "And with his come all over it-ahhh, that's the way it ought to be done, right after a big, juicy fuck! Man, I still remember the way Bill's cock tasted that night ... ooooh, what a blast that was! Even if I knew he was going to tell me off again I think I'd still do it, just the same way! Mmmmm, the taste, the way it smelled!"
Although the images had a powerfully erotic power, the drug Brigitte had given her was strong enough to keep her from masturbating, as she would normally have done were she that excited. Instead of administering to her own needs, she simply lay there, savoring the lustfully stirring images and watching again and again as the blonde cavorted about, pleasuring herself with the man's swollen cock.
She spent a restless three hours tossing on her bed, though the time meant nothing to her. Her watch had been taken away and her room had no windows. She knew that none of the maids, orderlies or attendants wore watches and that there was not a clock to be seen in the whole clinic-the institution was a place where time had effectively stopped, as far as the patients were concerned. Kirsch deliberately set that rule, wanting to keep his patients from orienting themselves with respect to time and thereby making it easier to maintain his rigid control over them.
"Come," Brigitte said, opening the door of her room and stepping inside. "Put on your robe and come with me."
Edie obeyed slowly, since she found that she had to concentrate strongly in order to move at all; she could not possibly have found the strength to have resisted the woman's commands. She donned the robe lying across the foot of her bed and, such was her disoriented state, she found it only mildly disturbing that the mid-thigh length garment barely folded over in front, scarcely concealing her naked body.
"Please be seated," Kirsch said when she had seated herself in his office. He paid no attention to the scandalous way her robe fell open in front when she sat down. "The physical examination, by the way, showed that you are in perfect health. I have also conducted a preliminary assessment of the data gathered during the recent examination we earlier conducted, the material pertaining to your sexual response. Come over here and I shall interpret the data for you. Yes, that is good; now, look at this sheet."
"It all just looks like a bunch of lines to me," Edie said.
"Ah, but your eye is an untutored one," Kirsch said. "They can tell us a great deal about the inner you if they are properly understood. Note, for example, that the lines present a rather even rate of progress for a time-not much variation there, you see. But look here: you will note a sudden change here."
Edie followed his indication and saw that the lines leaped upward sharply at the spot he pointed out.
"This is the moment when we switched on the tape recorder and you began listening to that tape of the couple amusing themselves in bed," he told her. "Yes, I realize that you said the sounds of rutting meant nothing to you, that you were not interested. But, my dear, your body's evidence proves beyond all doubt that you were incorrect."
Edie protested but she knew in her heart that the visual evidence on the graph paper condemned her. Kirsch ignored her denials. "Here is where the film began," he said, further unrolling the mass of paper and indicating another point. The lines swerved up in even more pronounced patterns of excitement, showing stronger reactions still. "And here, the woman in the film had mounted the man; you were watching his prick penetrate her cunt at that mo merit and I daresay you began desiring a similar experience for yourself."
"No," Edie moaned. "I didn't, I swear I didn't!"
"We could easily prove otherwise," Kirsch reminded her. "You were not aware of it but a microphone was recording every moan, every cry you uttered. It was at about that moment that you began vocalizing your desire in no uncertain terms, my dear, and a very strong desire it was."
Kirsch summed up the evidence in a very few words. His machines had caught her every physical response and had recorded them graphically, leaving unmistakable signs of her fervent response to the various forms of stimulation which had been applied to her. Edie looked down with horror as he described her steadily mounting physical reactions and tied them to the various stages of the experiment. He smiled slightly when he pointed to an especially abrupt series of peaks. "This is the moment when Brigitte gave you the caress you desired so strenuously," he murmured. "These two lines here mark the strength of your vaginal and anal contractions during the climax. Believe me, Edie, when I say that I have never recorded stronger muscular contractions in all my years of testing. The fact is, my dear, you are highly responsive in both your vagina and your anus! Yes, the evidence is plain: you would love to be fucked, to put it into the vernacular, in either your cunt or your asshole! And in either case I can assure you that you would experience an orgasm of truly monumental proportions!"
"No, it's not true! You can't be serious!" Edie moaned. "I don't believe it! I don't want to know about such things; they're awful. They're ... perverted!"
"Come now, Miss Mayfield, perverted?" Kirsch asked. "What is a perversion? Bah, it's only the things that a pervert does! And what is a pervert? One who commits perverted acts! What nonsense! What intellectual rubbish! Even you, I daresay, can see that such terms have no scientific validity! The odious nature of such circular reasoning must be perfectly clear! You are not perverted; you are merely a healthy, hot-blooded, beautiful young woman with an extreme hunger for sexual pleasure! And, I might add, a remarkable ability for experiencing it in a wide variety of ways!"
Edie groaned with despair. She could not find the strength for a reply, much less for a refutation. Overcome with shame and embarrassment at having her inner weaknesses, as she considered them to be, exposed and measured, she tried to look away and ignore Kirsch's relentless logic. A part of her argued for compliance with Kirsch's line of reasoning but another part urged holding out against it. Torn in two directions, she could not think of anything effective to say. He continued talking and soon she became aware of the fact that he was referring to his future plans for her.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" she asked.
"We intend showing you," Kirsch continued, "and even convincing you of the fact, that you can enjoy yourself, sexually speaking, with a man-or with a woman, for that matter-and that there is no harm in doing so. Within a week, I should expect, you will be able to walk up to any man and accept whatever kind of caresses he might want to bestow upon you. You will be able to initiate your own patterns of lovemaking as well, even down to the oral forms which you especially enjoy. And you will be able to do all this without the slightest twinges of guilt or anxiety. You will, in a word, be free!"
"You ... you criminal!" Edie muttered in disgust. "You're going to make me into a whore!"
"Nothing of the sort," Kirsch insisted. He lifted the telephone on his desk, punched a button and waited. "Ready to initiate Schedule C, Part One," he said when someone answered at the other end of the line. "In Miss Mayfield's room, at once." He hung up the phone and again looked at the girl. "Merely some further arrangements that will be conducive to your greater comfort," he said. "Brigitte, will you take her back to her room? Very good. That will be all for now."
Edie followed Brigitte back to her room and went inside by herself. The door snapped shut behind her and she heaved a sigh of relief at finding herself alone once more. There was one difference to her room, she noticed; someone had left a pile of magazines on the table beside her bed. Going over to it, she picked up one and let out a shocked gasp of horror as soon as she opened it. Each page showed a couple in some stage of sexual activity! The photographs were exceptionally sharp and detailed enough to show the most exciting parts of each act and each participant's body.
The photograph immediately in front of her eyes showed a tiny but exquisitely beautiful Oriental girl lying on her back. A huge, thickly muscled blond man knelt over her tiny breasts and was in the act of thrusting an enormous cock into the girl's opened mouth. The expression of total bliss on her lovely face showed all too clearly that she welcomed the big prick. One of her hands extended down to her loins and held a thick dildo which she was inserting into the dark lips of her pussy, which had been shaved to remove every vestige of pubic hair. Edie dropped the magazine and kicked it away from her with indignation; she was appalled as much at her own swift, lusty reaction as by the frank lewdness of the photograph. Her own pussy, already gently throbbing from the interview with Kirsch now sprang into hot, vibrant life and began aching at a far quicker pace. She threw her hands up to her face, sobbing in despair, and paced the room. She decided that she would try to find relief in the oblivion of sleep and flipped off the wall switch, only to discover that the switch had no effect. She could not put the room in darkness.
"Five more minutes," Brigitte murmured, watching the girl intently. "If she doesn't act within five minutes we must initiate the rest of the schedule in an examining room. But I do not think that will be needed."
"I think you're right," the man beside her said. "A hot-assed cunt like her, she'll be flat on her back and digging her fingers into that twat of hers in no time. She'll never be able to keep from looking at those fuckbooks!"
Brigitte and the man, who wore the standard white jacket and trousers of the clinic's orderlies, watched Edie through a pane of glass. The mirror over the girl's bureau was a mirror on only one side; the other side provided the people in the adjoining room with a clear view of the girl. A tripod-mounted movie camera stood ready to record all her actions whenever Brigitte gave the order to begin filming.
"Ahhh, just as we thought," Brigitte purred. "Begin the camera!"
As they had guessed, Edie could not resist for long the temptation gnawing away between her thighs. After making several false starts and jerking her hand away, as if she feared that the magazines might explode at her touch, she picked up another. Seeing that it too was filled with photographs of couples engaging in every kind of lascivious pastime, she lay back on the bed and began leafing through it. Her free hand crept down to the juncture of her thighs, found the stiffened tip of her clitoris and closed upon it. In less than a minute she had flung the magazine aside and writhed up on the bed, frantically stroking her hotly aroused slit and arching her hips up into the air. Brigitte watched impassively while Perry recorded the entire episode on film.
"Man, she sure didn't take long to pop that one off!" he muttered as Edie's jerking, spasmodic movements tapered off and she gradually stretched out full length upon her bed.
"She is very passionate," Brigitte observed.
"And what an ass on her! Yeah, wouldn't I just love to get my cock up that funnel of hers!"
"It is very likely that you will have your chance soon enough," Brigette told him. "I am going to get her now. You will wait until we have left, then go to the anteroom off examining room D. The doctor will call you when he is ready for you to take part in the training session."
Brigitte went next door, quietly unlocked the door to Edie's room and stepped inside. Her entry was quiet enough to surprise the girl, who had just lifted the magazine again and was stretching forth a hand to caress the warming lips of her pussy once more.
"The doctor wants you now," Brigitte said. "You will have plenty of time later to amuse yourself with the pictures and your hand. Perhaps I should point out that there is an object in the top drawer of the night stand which you might find useful later."
Edie had jerked her hand away from her pussy and put the magazine to one side when Brigitte had announced her presence. Blushing fiercely, she slipped on the robe to cover her nakedness. Turning to the night stand, she looked at it for a moment and then opened the drawer. She recoiled, gasping with shock, but continued to look down into the partially opened drawer. It contained nothing except a dildo, a cunningly fashioned model of very generous proportions and molded so as to copy the veins and surface irregularities of a male sexual organ. Made of semi-soft rubbery plastic and with a stiff core, it even included a replica of a man's testicles. Altogether, it was at once the most obscene and exciting object Edie had ever seen and her clitoris gave a series of sharp jolts as her nervous system responded to the sight.
"Call it a present for your, er, lonelier moments," Brigitte said. "It is an exact copy of the organ of one of our attendants. Feel free to pleasure yourself with it whenever you wish."
"Ugghhh!" Edie said, managing a lady-like shudder of disgust. "As if I would even look at such a hideous thing, much less touch it!"
"Come this way," Brigitte said, standing aside and ushering her out of the room. "Think it over, dear. You might well find that it provides far more pleasure than you can get from your finger. Or perhaps you might prefer to try for some dual stimulation: you know, work the dildo in and out of your asshole as you finger your clitoris and look at the picture of people fucking and sucking. Many women enjoy multiple stimulation of that sort."
Edie again protested bitterly, saying that she had no intention of engaging in such debauched practices, but even as she spoke she wondered if she would really have the strength to resist the beguiling temptation. She followed Brigitte without questioning the woman into the examining room. Again she was forced to mount the table and allow herself to be strapped into place. Her feet were again placed in the stainless steel stirrups and bound there, forcing her thighs far apart. Her robe had fallen open, naturally, and Brigitte pulled it farther apart, leaving her breasts completely uncovered.
"Very good," Kirsch said when he walked into the room. "Let us attach the instruments now."
Within a short time Edie was again connected to a variety of machines. Kirsch's eyes narrowed thoughtfully upon hearing her utter a soft, whimpering moan when the probes were placed in her tender orifices, but he said nothing.
"What are you going to do this time?" Edie asked in a thin, quavering tone. "Show more of those filthy pictures?"
"Not at all," Kirsch replied. "This time, my dear, we shall provide you with living models!"
With that he summoned Perry into the room. He walked over to the table, leered down at Edie and touched her hip. When she recognized him and understood the nature of his frank, appraising look, she blushed even more violently and snapped her head away.
"Turn your head away if you wish," Kirsch said, "but I shall be quite surprised if you do not soon turn back to watch. Perry is just now removing his clothing. The nurse, my wife, is removing hers too. Ahhh, what a handsome couple they are! Such handsome, perfectly formed bodies! Now they are entirely nude, Edie. What do you think they are going to do now, hmmm?"
"I don't want to know anything about it!" Edie cried out. "It will be something vile and evil, I'm sure of that."
"They would probably say, rather, something exciting and deliciously satisfying," Kirsch said.. 'Ah, I see-they are going to do exactly what you would like to do with Perry! At this very moment, if you were to look to your right, you would see that Brigitte is caressing his cock, bringing it up to an erection. And it is a stupendous erection, my dear; Perry is superbly equipped and his prick has an aspect of the utmost virility. Ahh, that is better!"
As Kirsch had expected, Edie found it impossible to keep from looking in the direction he had indicated. His voice had a soft, almost hypnotic quality and she found it useless to try ignoring his suggestions. Looking to her right, she saw Perry's naked cock and the sight of the massive shaft brought a sharp gasp of shock from her throat. An extremely fine physical specimen, in top condition and deeply tanned, he would have been highly attractive even without the generously proportioned cock rearing up from his flat, muscle-ribbed loins. Brigitte was kneeling at his side and was engaged in stripping the foreskin off the bulging head, then forcing it back over the arrow-shaped knob; again and again she worked the foreskin back and forth and Edie's body responded with unmistakable ardor.
"Such a beautiful specimen!" Brigitte purred. "Edie, this man is a superb lover, the type of man every woman dreams of having at least once in her life! He is yours, my dear, yours if you want to ask for him. Would you like to have his prick rubbing against your lips, sliding over your tongue and down your throat? Or perhaps brushing against the lips of your pussy? Say the word, my dear, and it will be so! Or perhaps you would enjoy feeling him thrust that hard, hot shaft directly up your ass? Ahhh, that would be heaven indeed, would it not? What if he were to lubricate his cock by thrusting it into that hot, wet cunt of yours and then apply it to your asshole? Believe me, darling, a woman's cunt lubricates a prick in exquisite fashion for a fuck in the ass!"
"Stop it!" Edie cried out. She tried to thrash about but the heavy straps bound her securely. "You're making me ... oh, I don't know what!"
"Of course you know what is happening," Kirsch interjected. "Your body is simply preparing itself for the act of love. You are even now envying my wife for her ready access to this virile young man. You are wishing that you could find the strength within yourself to take her place, to hold his cock in your hand, to slide your mouth around that swollen head!"
Edie gasped again but this time her reaction was more one of astonishment than of disgust: Kirsch had read a portion of her mind with appalling accuracy! She nearly fainted when she found that he understood her so well. Brigitte and Perry paid no attention to either of them, of course, though they arranged their activities so as to give Edie the clearest possible view of what they are doing. At the moment Brigitte was covering the head and shaft of his prick with kisses. Edie could see the woman's pink tongue darting out, lavishing caresses on the distended rod, and the memory of the few seconds she had held Bill Phelps's cock in her own mouth came back stronger than ever.
"Sucking is nice, but there comes a time, my dear, when a woman must have more," Brigitte said. "Watch me now, Edie, and see how effectively he spreads the mouth of my cunt with his cock!"
At that she raised herself to her feet and bent forward at the waist. As she bent over, her pussy came into view, winking back between her thighs; Edie felt her own slit give a thud of excitement when she saw that scarlet slit -rimmed with a moustache of thick, dark curls. When Brigitte reached back and clawed at her buttocks, pressuring the outer lips apart and exposing the soft, pink flesh edging down to the crescent-shaped opening, Edie's heart beat faster. Brigitte's cunt glowed wetly and her clitoris, far larger and much more prominent than Edie's, reared out lustily from its fleshly hiding place.
Perry came around to her buttocks and aimed the head of his prick into the target framed by Brigitte's fingers. He worked the thick, mushroom-shaped tip of the lascivious tool up and down the slit, bathing the spongy head in the rich, fragrant oils her body had already generated with such surprising profusion. Then, pressing down to elevate the angle of his cock, he seated the big tool in the rim of the woman's cunt with a quick thrust.
"Ooooohh!" Brigitte sighed. "Mmmm, such a divine feeling! Do you see how neatly he fits into my cunt? Ah, he's so big, so thick; he absolutely stretches me to the utmost!"
Edie could not speak. Paralyzed by the entrancing sight, she could not even think of how incongruous it was to lie there, barely two feet away from Kirsch, while they both watched his wife receive the loving ministrations of another man. Insofar as she was aware of anything at all, her consciousness divided itself between the lustfully arousing sight of Perry's cock diving into Brigitte's cunt and the aching, desperate emptiness which had taken complete possession of her own loins. Her nipples ached with a dull, steady throb that grew stronger every minute and her clitoris vibrated with sexual energy as it asserted and reasserted her imperious arousal.
"Now he's going to drive his cock up into me!" Brigitte purred. "Watch closely, dear; and realize that it could be your own cunt closing around his cock! Mmmm, be careful, Perry; do it slowly and make that wonderful sensation last forever!"
Edie's heart raced faster than ever and a giant fist seemed to have closed around her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She gulped strenuously and struggled against the straps holding her down.
"Fuck her!" she muttered, though she was quite unaware of the fact that she had even spoken. "Fuck her cunt and shoot come into her! I want to see you coming in her cunt!"
"Agghhhh! Unnngghhhh!" Brigitte moaned as Perry shoved a good four inches of hot, lust-hardened prick into her cunt. "He's like a stallion, a bull! Ohhhh, he's tearing my cunt apart! My God, his prick is like flame; it's a burning rod! Ooooh, do it, fuck me out of my mind!"
Edie continued to watch. The abandoned scene captured her attention as nothing had ever captured it before. When Perry withdrew his prick after that initial thrust, sliding his prick out of her cunt until only the head remained in that organ's tight grasp, she felt her heart swelling up as if it were going to burst. Perry then leaned into her again and sank the entirety of that big rod in Brigitte's waiting cunt.
She sucked in a deep breath of air when she felt him start spearing into her once more; a soft, whimpering moan of exquisite delight slipped from her throat when the head of his cock nosed up against the highly sensitive rim of her cervix and probed at the opening of her womb. Edie saw the soft, chestnut brown hair growing around the base of Perry's cock mingle with the darker, crinklier hair surrounding Brigitte's animated slit and she knew that he was in her to the hilt. Inevitably she thought of what it must be like, having one's cunt pierced to the very bottom and spread wide by such a gargantuan example of masculine sexual prowess.
"Ooooh, I feel his balls!" Brigitte cried out. "They're rubbing up against the lips of my pussy! Ahhh, Edie, I feel them against my clitoris! Mmmm, it's so good, being full of wonderful cock!"
"His prick measures over eight inches in length," Kirsch told Edie. "Just think of that, my dear, over eight full inches! Most women never have a chance to get so large a tool even once in their lifetime, but you have only to ask for it in order to have it as often as you wish! He will give it to you in any fashion, any style, that you desire!"
Edie's brain reeled when she heard that. Even though she was fiercely excited by the sight of that massive prick spearing into the heart of Brigitte's volatile cunt-and Perry had begun thrusting back and forth with a steady rhythm that must have stirred the woman profoundly-she had enough awareness to understand that Kirsch intended breaking down her resistance completely.
"Ohhh, God, won't you ever come?" Brigitte muttered. "Ohh, I'm dying to feel you shooting your load up my cunt! I want to feel that hot, sticky come shooting out!"
"Damn, it won't come!" Perry grunted. "Here, lemme shove it up your ass-maybe that'll get something going!"
He had been cautioned to hold off his climax for a considerable period of time, in order that Edie might be excited more completely by the sight of his prick working in and out of Brigitte's body. He had agreed, of course, and Brigitte had ordered him to suggest the switch to anal intercourse when he felt that he could no longer control his response.
"Yes, do it in my asshole!" she cried. "Wonderful! Beautiful! Give it to me, Perry, give it all to me in my ass! Ohhhh, fuck me in the ass and I'll come with you!"
"Perhaps you thought that sodomy was strictly the province of males," Kirsch murmured, speaking almost into Edie's ear, "but you will see that it is not so. Brigitte is very fond of being fucked in the ass, especially by a man with a large prick. And Perry, as you can see, certainly has no objections!"
Edie saw that the brawny young attendant had no compunctions whatever about serving Brigitte in just that shameful manner. He leaned back, pulling his prick from her cunt, and Edie's heart turned flip-flops when she saw the thick, lust-hardened shaft emerge from that juicy receptacle. It glistened wetly with a generous coating of Brigitte's libidinous oils; it was, in fact, amply lubricated for the task he now set out to complete.
Although the disparity between his massive cock and Brigitte's diminutive anus seemed so great that the very thought of inserting the one into the other seemed ridiculous, neither Perry nor Brigitte gave any indication of finding it so. He aimed the thick, flaring head of his cock up against the woman's tightly puckered ass and closed upon that tiny target. Once he had aimed the big tool correctly he paused to settle himself more securely and to grasp Brigitte's hips in his big hands. Then he arched his hips forward and began pressing against that tender opening.
Edie almost cried out with alarm. She wanted to urge him not to proceed with the undertaking, which she felt sure would rend Brigitte's bowel asunder and leave her bleeding and torn; only the vast, tumultuous excitement which pervaded her body kept her from uttering the warning. Once she had gained enough control of herself to be able to speak, she saw to her complete astonishment that Perry's cock was actually entering Brigitte's ass! To be sure, he had to push hard against her in order to overcome the resistance provided by her anal sphincter, but succeed he did, and with far less difficulty than Edie would have imagined. Brigitte cried out once but then followed the shrill cry with a deep, throaty moan which easily transmitted her approval of the sudden penetration.
"Aurrgghhhh!" Perry groaned as he leaned into the woman's rump and drove his big cock deeper into her ass. "My God, you're tighter'n ever! Huhhhh! Get it to moving, baby, I'm gonna shoot a wad of come up your ass that'll make your fucking eyes pop out!"
"Do it! Shoot your nuts off!" Brigitte groaned, twisting her ass from side to side as the man plunged deeper. "Do it harder! Give it all to me! Fuck me all the way, give it to me hard! Agghhh! Oooooh! Let it come, let your balls go right now!"
Perry continued his skewering thrust and slammed his loins up against Brigitte's buttocks with a final burst of energy. He withdrew slightly, rammed into her again and then pulled back for yet another thrust. Edie watched, spellbound by their rampant sexuality, and felt her clitoris yammering helplessly. She felt her pussy aching as never before. Her clitoris seemed to have at least trebled in size and emitted a steady series of shattering throbs. Her entire cunt ached dully and frantically signalled its all-consuming hunger. She continued to watch as Perry worked himself into a frenzy and then pressed up close to Brigitte's rump, shuddering and groaning horribly when his balls sprang into gushing action.
"I feel it!" Brigitte shrieked, twisting about spasmodically. "Ohhhh, I feel your cock jumping; it's shooting out that beautiful come! Unngghhh! It's so hot, it's so fucking hot! Agghhh! Do it, Perry, do it! Fill my ass with spunk! Let it all shoot up my ass!"
It was only later that Edie realized the full significance of what she had witnessed: Brigitte had taken every inch of Perry's huge prick in her ass and had betrayed not a sign of discomfort or distress. Rather, her reaction had been one of total approval and delight. Edie would never have believed that such an act would have been possible had she not seen it happen in front of her very eyes.
"We will retire for a few minutes and give you some time in which to meditate on what you have seen," Kirsch said. "Would you like some water? Here, take this."
He extended her a glass with a flexible straw and held it so she could suck a few mouthfuls of cool water into her mouth. She was too excited to notice that the water had a faintly bitter taste; Kirsch had "flavored" it with a small dosage of an amphetamine, just enough to buoy up Edie's spirits and kept her alert and lively. She swallowed the water gratefully, never knowing that she had once again been drugged.
Left to herself and still strapped down to the table, Edie could do no more than look around the room and re-live that momentously stirring experience. Her inner resistance had completely deteriorated and she proved quite unable to banish the erotically thrilling images from her mind. She had been completely fascinated by the sight of Perry's thick cock sliding into Brigitte's richly moistened cunt, and then into her ass; the unmistakable ardor they had shown in fucking each other further added to her aroused state and kept her pussy flowing constantly.
Kirsch allowed her twenty full minutes to herself, though she could not have said whether she had been alone for five minutes or an hour. The drug he had given her sent her off on another dreamy trip and time ceased to have any meaning for her. She did not register any emotion when Kirsch opened the door of the examining room and entered, followed by Brigitte and Perry. The latter pair were still naked and Perry's cock had now sunk into a state of limpness, though it swung far below the base of his belly and looked every bit as lethal as before.
"We have additional treats planned for you," Kirsch said as he drew up a stool close beside Edie's head. "Perhaps you will see something you have not seen before. In any case I am sure you will be deeply affected."
Perry had to be brought back to a state of erection before Kirsch's plan could be implemented. Brigitte performed that feat with her usual efficiency; Edie was too inexperienced to understand just how effectively the woman performed her task, considering that she had brought a momentous climax streaming from his loins barely a half-hour earlier. She fondled the big tool easily and sucked it in an artful fashion that quickly had it swollen out to all its glorious fullness. Edie tried not to watch but could not command her head to turn away: the sight of that limp hulk gaining life and hardness proved to be far too fascinating to be ignored. Kirsch left his seat to go over to the bank of machines and consult the moving pens which recorded changes in Edie's bodily state.
"Just as I thought," he said, smiling briefly. "It is having an effect on you. I could have told as much simply by standing at the base of the table and watching the moisture form on the lips of your pussy but I wanted mechanical verification. Did anyone ever tell you, by the way, that the scent of your cunt is most intoxicating, especially when you are fully aroused? And Brigitte tells me that that organ tastes even better than it smells. But perhaps we should let Perry make that test for himself, eh?"
His implied threat produced an immediate and marked reaction in the girl. She quailed before Kirsch's implacable gaze and tried to sink lower on the table, though the straps prevented her from moving. Kirsch did not allow Perry to sample the girl's pussy, however, and Edie felt a vast relief at being spared. Her escape was a very temporary one, though, because Kirsch ordered Perry to advance toward her and begin caressing various parts of her body with his stiff cock.
Edie gave a strangled cry of protest upon hearing the doctor's order. She knew that she might very well break under that treatment, since she strongly suspected that Perry's cock would affect her even more strongly once it touched any part of her body. Having seen the huge prong going into Brigitte's mouth, cunt and asshole, she viewed it as a supremely sexual object and felt certain that she would react powerfully.
Perry took up a position squarely between the girl's widespread thighs. If he wanted, he could fuck her and she would not be able to move so much as a muscle to prevent him from ramming that long, thick rod deep into her cunt. He had no such intentions, as she quickly discovered. Rather, his tactics were even more insidious, if somewhat less direct. He began touching the naked, bulging head of his cock against the insides of her thighs, which were, of course, exquisitely alive with feeling. By peeling the foreskin back and baring the broad-rimmed head of the tool, he inadvertently made the act even more exciting to the girl; she instinctively felt that she was being subjected to the sexual power of his cock in its rawest, most blatant form.
The girl cried out piteously as he rubbed his prick over the inner surfaces of her spread thighs and gradually worked his way down closer to their apex. It struck her that he was actually caressing her with his prick, just as another man might stroke her with his hands or lips, and that realization made her react even more violently. She felt her pussy's lips throb wildly and her clitoris began humming with passionate arousal. She wailed softly and thrust up against the straps but could not budge from her supine position.
Gradually Perry worked his way closer to the very fount of her sexuality. Brigitte and Kirsch had used the rest period to brief him once more on the exact sequence of events and he made sure that he stuck closely to their schedule. They had warned him to avoid touching his prick to her pussy until he had brought her to a high peak of exultation and, in any event, not to allow her to climax in that mode. He conscientiously carried out his part in the depraved scheme, though it looked for a moment as though Edie would come when she first felt the warm, spongy head of his prick brushing over her lust-maddened slit.
Perry watched her closely and avoided that mishap. By gauging his moves with the utmost caution, he managed to get the head of his prick thoroughly anointed with her cunt's rich outpouring of love-oil. Once he had done that, he moved around the table and brought his cock to bear against her breasts. Her nipples had long ago hardened into brilliantly colored cones of pure sexual anguish; the areolas had turned a rich shade of brown and the nipples themselves had flushed a deep maroon.
"Watch closely," Brigitte told her. "It is almost as though you were caressing your own nipples with your pussy-or at least so it always seems to me. See the wetness on the head of his cock? That is the love-oil from your sweet young cunt, my dear! What a sensual oil it is!"
Although Brigitte's insidiously suggestive words sent heavy tremors of sexual anticipation pulsing through Edie's lithe young body, their effect was minuscule when compared to the electrical shock she felt when his prick grazed her nipple and glided over her breast. She writhed helplessly against the straps and cried out louder than ever. Brigitte watched, spellbound by the heady atmosphere of lust crackling around the small room, as Perry stroked the girl's ripe young breasts with his prick.
"Now her lips!" Brigitte suddenly said. "Touch it to her lips!"
She judged that they had pushed Edie almost to the breaking point, that the girl would climax at almost any moment. Kirsch had emphasized that it was very important to their scheme that she experience that orgasm when Perry's cock was against her mouth; he wanted her to begin associating sexual pleasure with oral sexual contact and this first time was the best place to start. Edie groaned madly, though her reaction was due mostly to her own sinking realization that she would never be able to ignore Perry's cock once it had been brought close to her mouth: she knew, deep in her heart, that she would suck his prick and that no power on earth could keep her lips away from that big tool.
When he moved to the head of the table and stood close to her head, forcing his cock down near her lips, she gave only a token show of resistance. He had barely settled into place when she closed her eyes and turned to him, opening her lips to accept the meaty offering. Her tongue curled tightly around the satin-smooth head and gripped it in a warm, totally sensual embrace that more than adequately bespoke her hunger.
"Suck him! Suck his cock and drink his come!" Brigitte muttered, moving closer to watch. "You will love it, Edie, I swear it! Come, Perry, jack off in her mouth! Let her fuck you with her throat! Shoot your come down her throat, jack off and let her taste your spunk!"
Perry edged away slightly in order to clear his prick from her mouth and give himself room in which to pump his right hand up and down the broad, thick shaft of his cock. Brigitte smiled wickedly when she saw the way Edie stretched out her neck, straining to capture that massive tool once more in her mouth; she correctly interpreted the gesture as a sign that the girl had capitulated and was now allowing her sexual nature to assert itself fully.
By taking his cock away from Edie's mouth, Perry had actually heightened her desire to have it more completely. He began alternating between a few strokes of hand and then thrusting into the girl's mouth. This had the effect of speeding up his own sexual response and soon he could feel his balls preparing themselves for another burst of seminal victory. She could taste her own pussy's moist oil on the head of his cock, a savor that gave added relish to the act, and she knew that her own body would quickly convulse with powerful spasms of orgasmic release.
"Anngghhhh!" Perry grunted. He lifted himself up onto the balls of his feet and pointed his prick down at a greater angle, a shift which put added pressure on the big tool. "Get ready for it, baby, I'm going to shoot a wad of come that'll make you choke!"
Suddenly he lurched closer to the girl, pulling back with his fist when he did so. His cock speared through his tightly clenched fist and penetrated Edie's waiting lips. Sensing that he was preparing himself for a dramatic conclusion, she worked her tongue over the big head furiously and sucked with as much force as she could muster. Perry's cock leaped in his fist, pulsing heavily, and then spurted out a tremendously thick clot of semen. That first jet washed over Edie's curling tongue and flowed down into her throat. As it infested her taste buds with erotic flavors, she twisted her head about sharply, making her mouth exert further friction on his prick. Perry cried out and thrust deeper into her mouth as his cock continued to spurt heavy jets of hot come into the girl's mouth. Edie did not flinch in any way: she eagerly accepted the libation and swallowed every drop. Perry fucked away at her mouth until his balls had given up the last morsel of sperm; then he dropped down onto his heels and sighed heavily.
"Excellent," Kirsch said. "Now we must allow you both a short rest. Then it will be time to proceed to the next step in Edie's training!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Kirsch unbent to the point of splitting a half-bottle of champagne with his wife after they had returned Edie to her room. They congratulated themselves upon having broken down the girl's resistance enough to make her willing-indeed, even eager-to use her mouth to bring Perry to a climax. Brigitte chortled that they would soon have the girl won over completely, a fact which pleased her no end.
"Yes, it appears that we shall soon be able to get the final phase of Operation Phoenix under way," Kirsch agreed as he contemplated the golden liquor in his glass. "And that, my dear, will prove to be the greatest single accomplishment of my entire career!"
"And the most profitable," Brigitte added. Kirsch called Terry Hanna, another orderly, and dictated the course of treatment he wanted applied to Edie. Terry was to go into the room adjoining hers and watch through the one-way mirror. He was to get film footage of every sexual act in which the girl might indulge and then, after four hours, he was to enter the girl's room and awaken her, should she happen to be asleep.
"She may be asleep, she may not," Kirsch said. "In either case, you will, er, let nature take its course. I have no doubt that you will not have to be overly persuasive in order to have her in any way that you desire. And remember: you must encourage her to be aggressive and inventive in her sexual play! She is to be allowed free rein in working out her fantasies!"
"I'll give it to her," Terry promised. "Any way she wants it, that's the way she'll get it!"
"And repeatedly," Kirsch added. "It is imperative that she be subjected to a great deal of sexual stimulation!"
Edie had found it impossible to sleep once she had been taken back to her room. Even though Perry's prick had helped her achieve a remarkably strong climax, once she had felt it pressing into her mouth, that storm of sexual release had done little to soothe the gnawing hungers that worked deep inside her young cunt. She had been so fiercely aroused, and held at that high level for such a long period of time, that no spontaneous orgasm would suffice to ease those pangs. Complete sexual satisfaction would have to come from deep penetration and she instinctively knew that. She also knew that her fingers would never be able to reach deep enough into her cunt to stroke the innermost tissues and prod them into the kind of vast, cataclysmic explosion which would give her ease.
"Oh, but maybe that's what they left that awful thing in the bedside table for," she thought, blushing, as she remembered the obscenely shaped dildo which Brigitte had shown her. "God, what a thing that is! Oh, it's too big; I could never use anything like that!"
Edie tried not to think of the obscenely illustrated magazines. She knew that those pictures would inevitably make her condition worse, but try as she would, she could not direct her mind away from them. That first, fleeting examination had uncovered another strong desire within her, one of which she had not previously been aware: she had a powerful interest in the sexual act and found depictions of it almost irresistibly attractive. Even though the people had been engaged in lewd activities of every sort, many of them morally repellent, she found it impossible to keep from thinking about the highly detailed pictures.
Finally she gave, up and fell back onto the bed, grabbing up a couple of the magazines as she did so. Opening one of them, she found herself confronting a series of colored photographs which completely depicted one of her most powerful erotic fancies. In this series of shots, a handsome black man was featured, along with a tiny, petite blonde at least a foot shorter. The black man had a prodigiously large prick and the first shot caught him in the act of putting it into the little blonde's cunt. Successive shots, taken from a variety of angles, made it amply clear that he had sunk every inch of that mammoth prod into the girl's cunt and that he had discharged a considerable quantity of sperm into her body. Edie marveled at the clear quality of the photographs and she felt her own body growing more aroused with every passing second.
Inevitably her thoughts turned back to the big dildo in the bedside table. Hating herself for being too weak to resist her innermost impulses, but aware that those desires were far too strong to be denied, Edie grudgingly set the magazines aside and opened the drawer. The big, rubbery tool still lay there, mutely inviting. She slipped it from the drawer and held it in her hands for a moment Even the look of the tool, not to speak of its feel, had a strongly erotic quality, she found, and she could see that she was going to attempt using it, however much she might revile herself for doing so.
Terry had begun filming as soon as she had picked up the magazines. He enjoyed his work, mainly because it gave him ample opportunity to vent his active sex drive in a number of interesting ways.
Edie fondled the big dildo, entirely unaware of the fact that her every act was being recorded on high-speed color film. She caressed the tool, more aware than ever of just how life-like a replica it was, and felt her cunt growing steadily more alive with lustful inclinations. Her recent experience with Perry had given her a much more intimate knowledge of the male sexual organ, of its configurations, and the artful imitation which she held in her hands aroused her all the more. Touching it to her left nipple, she jumped at the electrifying contact and gritted her teeth as the nervous sensations ran through her body.
Edie did not realize that the longer she held the dildo in her hands and contemplated its brutally sexual appearance, the more inevitably she was committing herself to using it. She was also preparing herself for that use, though she did not recognize anything of the sort. By looking at it and feeling it, she was thereby arousing herself more and more and her cunt was growing steadily wetter with her body's natural lubricants, thus more able to accommodate the tool's considerable girth.
Gradually she worked the big tool down her torso. At first she had no thought of attempting to fuck herself with it; she was merely experimenting with it and finding it more and more irresistible. She touched the tip to her navel, an extremely sensitive part of her stomach, and felt another electric shock of erotic delight go pulsing through her loins. Her cunt seemed to have become a sort of magnet, drawing the dildo to itself, and before long she had slipped the big shaft between her thighs.
At first she merely straddled it, much as she would mount a fence rail; she closed her thighs tightly around the thick shaft and pressed it more firmly up to the lips of her pussy. Within seconds her cunt's effusive outpouring of sexual oils had coated the rubbery tool completely and she could thrust it back and forth between her slippery thighs. That motion, so suggestive of the sexual act, further aroused her and made her desire complete penetration even more.
"Ohhh, God, I'm going to do it!" she muttered to herself, finally seeing that the attempt was inevitable. "I'm really going to try sticking that awful thing in me!"
Once the thought had taken clear form in her mind, the attempt was sure to follow shortly. Edie squirmed about on the bed and pulled the robe well away, making sure that she had plenty of room in which to maneuver. She brought her legs up, flattening her feet beside her buttocks, and allowed her knees to fall apart so as to expose her pussy completely. After a moment or two, she found the best way to manipulate the big dildo and she brought the flaring tip up snugly against the lips of her pussy. The tool had already become sufficiently well lubricated to slide into that juicy, tingling furrow with the greatest ease.
Terry, watching closely, grinned with pleasure at the sight. Already attracted to Edie, whom he had previously known only slightly, he found her naked body mightily arousing. The sight of her teasing herself with the dildo had an incredibly powerful effect on him and his prick strained against his trousers harder than ever. He brushed a palm against his erection but did not otherwise acknowledge the fact; he knew that he would soon have the chance of shoving his prick into the girl's cunt and that knowledge gave him a great comfort.
Edie hesitated a long moment while holding the tool against the rim of her cunt. It was almost as if she knew that once she had begun fucking herself she would somehow open another realm of experience, one which she would never be able to forget, and she seemed dubious about committing herself to that drastic step. In fact, she was merely steeling herself for the next step, which she imagined would be an extremely painful one: she had no idea that her cunt's mouth would prove so elastic, so eminently capable of stretching to admit the oversized tool she held in her hands.
That initial touch, barely enough to be perceptible, proved to be enormously tantalizing. Without even realizing it, Edie began pressing the dildo harder against the mouth of her cunt and soon had the head nearly lodged in that tight opening. When she realized what she had done she halted, keeping absolutely still; the realization of her act sent quivers of anticipation rushing outward from her loins. Then she inhaled deeply and pressed harder. The remainder of the tool's big head slipped into the rim of her cunt.
"Unngghhh!" she groaned, writhing upon her bed as the massive penetration sent agonizing sensations flashing through her body. "Oooooh! Ahhhhhh!"
The ease with which she had planted the tool's head-and it had been sculpted so as to make the head definitely larger than the shaft's body-encouraged her. She let out the breath she had sucked in, then pressed harder against the base: she flinched noticeably as the thick head speared deeper into her cunt. The big veins along the shaft now bore down against the mouth of her cunt; she could feel every undulation in the tool's surface with exquisite clarity. Edie sucked in another breath and pushed the dildo deeper into her cunt.
After checking the tool's progress and finding that she had inserted nearly half of it into her cunt, she paused for a moment to gather her wits. She had now somewhat accustomed herself to the powerfully arousing sensation of being penetrated and she felt enough at ease to be able to sort out the various types of pleasure she was experiencing. After gaining somewhat more control over her body, she chanced to twist the dildo within her cunt. At once she felt a whole new range of sexual titillations, akin to what she had already felt but different too. That accidental discovery sparked her into further experiments and she discovered that twisting the tool about on its own axis, while working it deeper into her cunt's hungry maw, provided her with a thrilling combination of sexual pleasures.
"Ohhh, God, I'm fucking myself!" she gasped, entirely unaware that she was making any sound at all. "Ugghhhh! In deeper, damn you, get all the way in! Omigod, it's so good, so fucking good! Mmmmmm! I can feel it, it's all the way in, it's tearing my cunt apart! Annngghhh! Owwwwww!"
Her cries became louder as she forced more and more of the tool into her cunt. Finally she slammed it home and pressed the base down hard, so that the rubbery testicles pressed against her anus. That final fillip of delight soaked into her brain just before the climactic storm burst deep inside her womb. At first Edie could not move but then she began humping against the dildo. Her hands began pumping it back and forth within her cunt, pushing and pulling with steadily increasing speed until finally the rubbery tool was flashing back and forth, just as though a man were pumping his prick into her and trying to excite himself into a climax. Edie lifted her hips off the bed and thrust high, imagining that she was answering her phantom lover's bull-like thrusts, and then fell back, whimpering and moaning softly.
Terry had watched her with growing excitement and, at the moment when her conclusive spasms were most intense, could possibly have brought himself to a climax merely by stroking his stiff, throbbing cock a few times. He did not do so, naturally, but the sight of Edie's frantic, all-out masturbation had affected him in a primitive, powerful fashion. Only the knowledge that he would soon be able to sink his stiff prick into the girl's cunt and deposit his load of come deep inside that delectable orifice prevented him from jacking off then and there.
Edie gradually relaxed and sank back down onto the bed. Her thighs had swung almost together, effectively capturing the dildo and keeping it planted deep inside her cunt. She found its thick presence comforting and did not attempt to remove it. Overcome by the force of her climax, which had lasted an interminable period (or so it had seemed to her), she relaxed still further and fell asleep. She was still asleep when Terry entered her room at the appointed time. He stood beside her bed for a moment, looking down at her naked loveliness, and then began undressing. He moved carefully, taking great pains not to awaken her, and soon was stripped to the skin.
Edie had moved her right hand very close to the edge of the bed in her sleep. That happened to be the side Terry had chosen for his stance and he looked down. Grinning broadly, he gently took her wrist in his hand and lifted it. He moved her hand closer to him and laid his stiff, hot prick on the bedside, where her hand would fall on it when he lowered her wrist. He did so and at the same time reached out to move the dildo, which still remained lodged in her cunt's tight grip.
"Huh? Wh-wh-what's happening?" Edie cried, coming to a sitting position very quickly. "Oh! Oh, my God!"
The change in position caused the dildo to shift inside her cunt and she found the altered position slightly uncomfortable. That trace of discomfort did not begin to compare, however, with the shock of finding a naked man beside her bed when she recovered her senses. She shrank back, falling into a prone position, and released her grip on his cock.
"Hi. I'm Terry. I'm supposed to wake you up and, er, see if there's anything you need."
"Er, yes, I think I've seen you before," she said, eyeing him cautiously. "But I don't really think I need anything just now."
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking suggestively at the dildo, which was still lodged between her thighs. "I think I've got something that might do you more good than that!"
Edie looked down and blushed violently. She started to remove the tool, then looked up guiltily and pulled her hand away. Terry laughed easily and reached out to slide the dildo from her cunt. She thought first of pushing his hand away but he had already grasped the tool's base before she could move. He eased the thick rubber plunger from her cunt and held it up, giving it a quizzical examination. As she quickly noticed, the shaft of the tool bore a thick, glistening coat of pussy juices.
"Mmmm, smells good!" Terry murmured, holding it to his nostrils. He brought it closer and caressed it with his lips and tongue. "Wow, tastes great, too! Yeah, that's a real treat! Man, wouldn't I just love to get my tongue up there and lap some more of that cunt drip outta you!"
"Y-y-you can't be serious!" Edie sputtered. "Go away! Go away this instant! You can't say things like that!"
"Why not? It's the truth," he said, fixing a dazzling smile on her. "Sure, it'd be great, me going down on you! What do you think I'm here for? The doctor said that I should give you whatever you wanted, however you wanted it, and I'm going to do just that! Or maybe you'd rather have some of this?"
With that he motioned to his prick. Edie looked down and flinched when she saw that the head of his cock was only inches away from her right hand. She jerked her hand back but could not force her gaze away from that marvelously swollen piece of fucking machinery. It was every bit as large as the dildo she had just used with such devastating effect and looked far more exciting, especially since it was attached to so handsome a specimen of mankind.
She attempted to order him away again but he stilled her voice by reaching out to caress one of her breasts. Light and gentle, his touch stirred her nipple into a quick flash of passionate acquiescence. She winced at the contact but did not pull away from him. After a moment he pressed harder against her breast and a stronger rush of sexual feeling darted through her body. It seemed as though some kind of current, invisible but certainly highly perceptible, flowed from his hand through her nipple and then directly down to her clitoris.
"C'mon, let me give it to you," Terry urged. "You can see how hard it is, how my balls are swelled up. God, it's been days since I've gotten off and I feel like my balls are gonna split wide open if I don't get rid of some of this spunk! I'd really love to give it to you!"
With that he nudged her hand closer to his prick. Edie had never taken her eyes off the tool, which exerted an almost hypnotic power on her. Her hand moved toward the tool, seemingly of its own volition, and closed around the warm, stiff shaft. That initial contact brought another rush of passionate arousal coursing through her body. She squeezed the big rod firmly and then pressed the foreskin back, quivering as the broad, mushroom-tipped head slowly came into full view. Terry continued to massage her breast, using that slow, steady rub that had such devastating effects on Edie's composure.
A moment later he pressed her back down against the bed. She offered no resistance when he supped a hand between her thighs; a low, whimpering moan of ecstatic delight escaped from her lips when he found her clitoris and gave it a quick, gentle rub. Edie's hips came off the bed as she thrust up at his hand; Terry allowed the tip of his middle finger to slip into the mouth of the girl's cunt. As he had expected, he found that orifice to be furnace-hot and extremely slippery. He fingerfucked her easily for a moment and then got up onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs.
When he leaned over her, she guided the tip of his prick down to the lips of her pussy. Terry made no attempt at thrusting into her at once, as she had expected; he held most of his weight on his knees and elbows and kept his loins well away from hers. By stretching her own loins up to his she could barely touch the head of his cock to the lips of her pussy. That first contact sent a thrill of heady exultation surging outward from her animated slit and she wanted him more than ever. She rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, massaging that tender, lust inflamed flesh with the soft, spongy head of the tool, and soon had developed an even more intense desire to have it thrust into her cunt.
"Closer!" she hissed, writhing about on the bed in the grip of a mighty passion. "Get down closer! Let me-ugghhh!-feel it better!"
Terry cautiously moved closer to her, though not so far as to allow his cock to sink into her cunt. He knew that he would have to proceed with extreme caution and that the greatest care would have to be taken, lest the girl become frightened and thus lose some of her sexual desire. A slow, teasing approach would be much more effective and ensure that she enjoyed his prick to the greatest possible extent.
His shift in position, slight though it was, wrought a startling change in the girl's behavior. By coming even slightly closer, he had enabled Edie to lift her loins upward and press the rim of her cunt more firmly against the head of his prick. He was not close enough for the entire head to pop into that tight, hot opening; the bulbous tip merely rested in the moist crevice, rather like a ball fitting into a well-greased socket. That change was enough to spark a furious desire within Edie's body, a desire to have even more of his cock within her cunt's tight grasp. She surged up against him and gradually the rim of her cunt relaxed enough to make the entry considerably easier.
Gasping and moaning with steadily rising pleasure, she continued to twist about beneath him and to lift her hips up, bringing her pussy closer to the big, stiff pole connecting their loins. Once he was certain that she had fully entered into the spirit of the fray, Terry edged even closer and started pressing his cock further into the mouth of that devilishly tight little cunt. Her flesh had already become heated and the inner tunnel glowed with a lusty fever as he sank deeper into it. Suddenly the glans of his prick disappeared into the rim of her cunt, popping into place with a suddenness that surprised even him, and Edie gave a sharp cry of pure animal delight.
"Ooooh! It's in me!" she gasped, quivering heavily as her cunt transmitted signals of pure pleasure to the rest of her body. "Omigod, it's really in me!"
"Yeah, it's in you," he grunted. "And now you can do some really high-grade fucking! Let's just see how long it takes you to work yourself up into a real come! Here, I'll show you how to make it bet With that he leaned further up her body. The tip of his prick was caught in her tight cunt and thus the shaft of his prick was levered into more of a vertical position. That shift brought his rigid, lustfully heated flesh into direct contact with the girl's strained, swollen clitoris. Edie cried out with genuine anguish when she felt her clitoris scrape along the unyielding shaft of his cock; she was already strenuously aroused and her clitoris ached with a terrible intensity. That first touch sent a Shockwave of salacious delight pulsing outward from her pussy and she trembled with undisguised pleasure.
"My God, it's like fire!" she breathed, twisting and writhing under the formidable pleasure. "Your cock's so hot! It's burning me up!"
"Just enjoy it," Terry muttered. "Fuck it to death, baby, and let your cunt get all it wants!"
Never had one human given another advice which was so little needed. Edie was already grinding her loins against the unyielding rod of stiff, throbbing love-muscle which penetrated her cunt. She quickly discovered how to twist her ass about, bobbing up and down as she moved from side to side, and make the tool's effect correspondingly greater. Again and again she rubbed herself against his cock, steadily increasing the stimulation which the big prong afforded her.
Strangely, Edie's climax crept up on her without her realizing what was happening. She felt a heady warmth spreading through her entire midsection, then a general sense of pleasure, but as yet she did not connect those feelings with the orgasmic release. She continued working her ass about, grinding and twisting, and clamped her thighs harder around Terry's hips. Every motion of her hips gave her greater satisfaction, but as yet she had not experienced any of the crashing, mind-shattering blows of pure delight which she had come to associate with the climax.
That all changed, however, when Terry suddenly plunged into her. He knew that a quick penetration, one that sent his big prick slithering deep into that fantastically tight young cunt, would give her the added sensation needed to turn her climax into a raging, storming inferno of pure lust. He thrust deep, shuddering as he felt the head of his prick forcing the tight walls of her cunt apart and making a sheath for itself. At least five inches of his prick speared into the girl's lustfully congested flesh at that first stroke; he withdrew slightly in order to mount a second thrust and again slammed into her. This time his cock sank into her cunt all the way: the hard, bony mass of his pelvis crushed the lips of her pussy flat and his pubic hair, wiry and bristly, like tiny wires, scraped hard against her clitoris. The swollen, bulging head of his prick nosed into her cervix, forcing it open, and his balls rubbed firmly against her anus.
"Aiiieeee!" Edie screamed when she felt the sudden unexpected thrust. It seemed to her that a gigantic sword, flaming hot, had suddenly been thrust far into her body; she felt his bigness with appalling acuteness and it seemed that his prick was filling her completely. "Unngghhh! Annngghhhowwwww!"
"Now fuck!" Terry grated into her ear as he pressed his chest down onto her hard-nippled breasts and crushed them into her chest. "Fuck my cock off and make me come! Make your cunt suck me off!"
She could not comprehend his words-her body was reacting far too violently for that-but she instinctively knew what she must do. Tightening her thighs even more decisively around his waist, she squeezed with all her might. At the same time she threw her hips about with all the effort she could muster. The first searing burst of super-orgasmic sensation produced an answering muscular reaction; her abdomen contracted suddenly and the walls of her cunt closed in around Terry's cock with strong, immediately perceptible force. She still continued grinding her pussy against the base of his prick, having found that every such movement made her cunt throb and pulse with even more heady sensations of sexual release.
Terry was not the man who could long resist that frantic stimulation. Within a very short time he felt a familiar twitching deep in his loins. Withdrawing slightly and adding to the pressure she was exerting upon his cock, he drove back into her and then pumped again, working the bulging, tingling head of his prick back and forth inside that deliciously tight, hot tunnel. Edie's flesh gripped him furiously, stroking his cock from every angle, and then she felt that massive shaft pulse and swell with sudden power. It seemed to her, in her moment of greatest intensity, that the diameter of his cock had at least doubled. The first rocket-like jet of sperm, steaming hot and thick as glue, spat forth into her cunt and saturated the mouth of her womb with its virile essence. The ensuing shots of semen, almost as strong, further stimulated her until she felt herself losing her grip on reality. Swirling and floating, Edie gave herself up to the intoxicating moment and passed into a delirium of sexual excess.
CHAPTER FIVE
Terry remained atop the girl after his balls had emptied themselves into her churning, relentlessly throbbing cunt. His prick retained most of its erection and virtually all its size; his youth and superb physical condition enabled him to fuck his way through his climax and to continue pumping, if he chose to do so. At the moment there was no need for such effort, since Edie remained in a kind of post-orgasmic limbo and clearly had very little awareness. He preferred to wait until she had fully recovered before initiating the next phase of his treatment. He did not have long to wait.
"God, I thought I was dying!" Edie whispered, opening her eyes and blinking rapidly to bring them into focus. "Mmmmm, it just lasted and lasted till I thought my cunt was going to fall off! And that prick of yours! Ooooh, it just kept on pumping and shooting, giving me more and more of that come!"
"Yeah, and right now it's in your cunt all the way," he said. "Just think about that, Edie: it's in you all the way up to the balls and it's bathing itself in our come! When I take it out of you, it's going to be covered with some of the best love-juice you ever tasted!"
He knew exactly what he was saying. Kirsch's detailed briefing had included a notice to the effect that the girl was especially susceptible to suggestions of oral sex after having been fucked. Terry watched her face closely to measure her reaction and felt a gratifying surge of pleasure when he saw the spark of interest in her eyes. Encouraged by that initial response, he continued talking and painted a truly lurid picture of the pleasure they would share when he pulled his prick from her cunt and reversed himself on her bed so that they could devour each other.
"Sure, I like to go down on a girl after I've fucked her," he said, sensing her surprise. "I don't mind licking my own come out of a sweet, hot cunt, especially when it's been as good to my cock as yours has! What the hell, it's only come, right? The gays, they swallow it all the time and it sure doesn't hurt them! And besides, if we'd started off eating each other, you'd have taken my load in your mouth, wouldn't you? Sure you would!"
Edie had felt another surging tide of sexual arousal mounting deep inside her cunt when he had first suggested the frantically exciting act. His long, ecstatic description further affected her, making her all the readier to participate in the act, and she could not hide her willingness. At the same time, she felt very surprised that he was so willing to apply his mouth to her pussy; her experience with Bill Phelps had suggested that a man would do anything, almost, rather than kiss a wet, sperm-laden pussy.
"Yes, I'd like to do that," she whispered, averting her eyes momentarily. "You don't have to do it to me if you don't want to, though. I mean, I'd like it, sure, but you don't have to."
"No, I like doing it," he insisted. "It's a nice way to finish up a fuck. And besides, you might get really worked up if I'm doing it to you too. You know, turned on enough so that you could give me a real blow job. Yeah, I think I could get another load worked up, enough for you to get a mouthful straight out of the pipe. How'd that be?"
Edie's excited expression showed that it would be very good indeed. She proclaimed herself ready to attempt the experiment and promised that she would do everything in her power to suck him so successfully that he would not be able to resist her efforts.
Terry levered himself up and away from her. Edie whimpered with sadness when she felt his prick slipping out of her cunt; the tool still gave her a full measure of satisfaction and she hated losing her cuntal grip on it. She looked down between her thighs to watch the withdrawal and her heart thudded heavily when she saw the wet, come-smeared shaft emerge. Terry's last-minute fucking action had distributed his semen throughout her cunt, saturating every surface with his balls' effusion, and his prick glistened brightly with the pearly goo.
He lay on his side and Edie quickly twisted about on the bed to bring her mouth close to that wet, shining treat. A thick blob of Terry's sperm leaked from the mouth of her cunt, trickling down between the cheeks of her ass, but she paid no mind to that; her eyes and attention were totally focused on the long, thick length of meat stretched out across Terry's flat belly. She hungrily gobbled the big tool and sucked the head up into her mouth with a quick gesture. The taste of his come, mingled with the sweeter oil generated by her own body, made for a heady combination. That, together with the warm, comforting feel of his prick in her mouth, worked together to send her spirits soaring upward on another spiral of erotic exhilaration.
Terry pressed the girl's thighs apart and brought his mouth down to the foam-flecked lips of that juicy, heavily exercised pussy. He proved that he was as good as his word by running his tongue over the outer surfaces of that tender slit, licking the mingled love-juices off her flesh and incidentally providing her with a great deal of excited pleasure. Gradually his tongue zeroed in on the ripe, scarlet slit itself; he began teasing her with light, flicking strokes delivered with utmost tenderness to the flaring lips of her pussy. Edie squirmed about under that torment and tried to press herself down against his mouth with greater force but he easily evaded her. More and more, though, he forsook the tender approach and before very long he was working his tongue up and down the fevered trench at the base of her belly with considerable vivacity. Lapping and sucking, he brought the girl to a quick peak of sexual feeling and kept her there, slowing his pace just enough to keep her from being launched into another orbit of orgiastic release.
Edie sucked harder at his prick, once she felt the free and easy way in which he was devouring her pussy. His readiness to love her in every way went far toward encouraging her to reply in kind and she bent herself to mouthing his stiff, throbbing prick with special care. Even though she had only once before had a prick between her lips, her animal-like excitement served her in good stead and provided her with extra incentive. She hit upon the idea of trying to make her mouth as much like her cunt as possible and to utilize every other advantage she could think of, all in an effort at forcing another heady charge of sperm from Terry's big balls. She succeeded well enough to stir him into action and soon he was thrusting into her mouth, fucking his prick back and forth just as though he were lying between her legs and shoving that long, thick tool up into her cunt once again.
Terry took care not to become so engrossed in fucking that sweet, fantastically stimulating mouth that he lost sight of his other objective: he continued to work his tongue into the rim of that tight, hot cunt, to flick it forward over the swollen nub of her clitoris and even to move back from time to time, so as to rim her with a delicate, swirling thrust of his tongue. He quickly discovered that Edie's asshole was almost as alive with sexual feeling as her cunt. That lesson was not lost on him and he tongued her anus with feeling.
Once he had brought her along to a certain pitch of sexual excitement, however, he found it preferable to concentrate solely on her clitoris and the rim of her cunt. His right hand had crept down to clutch at her uppermost buttock, though, and thus he easily managed to bring the tip of his middle finger down against the girl's tightly puckered asshole. She squirmed and jerked about more frantically than ever when he began stimulating both her anus and pussy at once, a vivid reaction which confirmed him in his guess that her ass would be quite as sensitive as her pussy. He pressed harder and his finger, now lubricated by the thick coating of sperm and pussy drip which had slipped between her buttocks, penetrated her anal sphincter without great difficulty.
Edie had already clenched her buttocks tightly upon feeling his finger at the portals of her bowel. That touch frightened her, though it gave her a decidedly erotic sensation too, and she did not know how to react to it. Like most people her age, she had been taught to associate the anal tract with "nastiness" and excretion, but at the same time she could not deny the pulsations of sensual delight which were emanating from that orifice. Terry's artful use of his tongue in rimming her had considerably softened her resistance and she was more prepared now to accept anal stimulation. The entry of his finger into her asshole took her by surprise, however, and for a moment she teetered on the verge of reaching down to force his hand away.
She did not do so. The presence of his finger in her ass gave her such heady gusts of sexual excitement that she could not make the move and thus she allowed his finger to remain planted there. He had coupled the entry of his finger with a more vigorous use of his tongue against her pussy, a factor which made it much easier for her to accept the unusual caress. Edie quickly adjusted to having his finger in her asshole and went back to sucking his prick, though there was perhaps a trace more animation now in the way she forced her tongue to swirl around the head and shaft of his cock.
Edie had to crane her head back in order to make a satisfactory connection between her lips and his cock. That tilted angle opened her throat to him and when he thrust against her, the head of his cock easily slipped into that opening. The girl felt a strange sensation, a combination of surprise and overriding satisfaction, upon feeling more of his cock slide into her mouth. She had accidentally discovered the secret to "deep throating," though she did not even recognize the term, and it was a thrilling discovery indeed. She luxuriated in having so much of his prick in her mouth and she would readily have accepted every inch of the hefty prong, had she been close enough to take it. As it was, she could get only about two-thirds of his prick into her lips, though even then she had to stretch far out. That portion made a mightily comforting taste treat and the fact that it was so juicy, so thickly coated with the oils of their exuberant lust, made it all the more delectable to her.
Once the first wave of excitement had passed and she had become somewhat more accustomed to having his prick deep in her mouth, Edie began testing various forms of stimulation. Terry's responses, sometimes barely perceptible and sometimes energetic in the extreme, allowed her to judge which types of caress were most pleasing to him. She had an ingeniously erotic mind, one capable of devising tactic after tactic, and she employed her wits to the utmost in learning what her capabilities were.
She quickly discovered, for example, that Terry responded with exceptional vigor when she pressed the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She also found that she could provoke a even stronger reaction from him by gripping his prick in that fashion and then twisting her head about, so as to grind his prick even more firmly against her palate. She also found that he liked a quick and vigorous up-and-down motion, one which was very much like the fast pumping he had employed when trying to fuck himself insensible; he also showed marked reactions when she kissed his balls and sucked them into her mouth. The massive eggs were too large for her to get both of them into her mouth at once but she sucked them individually, working her tongue over the smooth, hairless bag and gently pressing down on the masculine ovals. Finally she decided to adopt his own tactics and bring her finger to bear against his anus. He readily spread his legs farther apart, opening the cheeks of his ass to her, and she bore down harder on the wrinkled little crevice. Her finger would not enter the diminutive opening-which was very dry-but the mere pressure of her fingertip seemed to make Terry's body quiver with lustful anticipation.
He continued fucking his prick into her mouth. Before long Edie detected a definite increase in his thrusts' tempo, a sure sign that he was approaching the bursting point, and she willed her tongue and mouth into even more frantic activity. As she did so, she began pressing and writhing against his face in greater anguish. Neither of them proved able to stand that overpowering stimulation and before long Edie felt his cock throb heavily. The big vein running up the underside of the thick shaft pulsed, then squirted a heady burst of pure sexual vitality directly into her throat.
Groaning and sobbing incoherently, she swallowed quickly. The salty, very distinctive taste of his come overwhelmed her senses and gave her one final dose of sexual pleasure, enough to release the tensions which his lips and tongue had built up deep inside her cunt. The climax ripped through her womb with drastic force and she trembled under the successive waves of sexual release. Terry pushed his finger deep into her asshole and shoved his tongue as far up her spermy, throbbing cunt as it would go, fucking his cock into her mouth at the same time. She continued stroking that big tool with her tongue and soon had brought his own climax to such a thundering peak of ecstatic sensation that he arched his head back, involuntarily pulling his mouth away from her pussy, and screamed out in sudden agony.
As he later admitted to her, he had occasionally been sucked off with more skill than Edie showed, but never had any woman fellated him with greater ardor. Being allowed to implement one of her most striking sexual fantasies had a telling effect on the girl and she used her mouth with a fervor that he would never have expected. She continued sucking at his prick long after the last droplet of thick sperm had been extracted from the tool; she even sucked him until the big prong finally lost most of its hardness.
"God, it's like magic!" she murmured several moments later. "I can't believe I was doing all those things! And how great it all felt! Oh, wow, this is just out of sight!"
"You were just great," he told her. "That cunt of yours, it's as tight as any I ever had! And your mouth! You must really get off on sucking a guy!"
Edie had to admit that taking his prick into her mouth had a definite and highly erotic effect on her. Thinking it over, she realized that she would much rather have him in her mouth after they had fucked; the thought of eating his prick immediately after he had showered, for example, had much less interest for her. The entire session, in fact, had brought her to a much more profound understanding of herself. It helped that Terry accepted her sensuality, her love of erotic play, so completely; his ready and unquestioning acceptance reassured her and implicitly told her that she was not some wickedly depraved monster for having those appetites.
"It might be even better," he said after they had exchanged a few more confidences, "when I start shoving my prick up your asshole!"
That statement brought her up short. She had al most completely blotted out of her mind the fact that Terry had been fingerfucking her ass; she found the whole question of anal sex to be highly embarrassing and her reaction showed as much Terry put her at her ease, though, and acted a though nothing in the world were more natural than experiencing sexual pleasure through that kind of stimulation. When she looked down at his prick which had a remarkable size even when limp, he instantly read her mind and reassured her.
"It'll fit," he told her, grinning when she looked up with embarrassed surprise. "Your ass'll stretch, don't worry. It'll be just like fucking your cunt, except better, maybe; I'll go real slow and you'll have lots of time to get used to it. And when you feel me going off in your ass, shooting another load of come up that hole, you'll just die!
Emboldened by his frankness, as well as by the fact that they had already shared intimacies far surpassing any she had ever imagined possible, she admitted that she found the prospect a very exciting one. Terry's restraint, the delicate way in which he had controlled himself upon first introducing his prick into her cunt, gave her much more confidence in him as a lover and as a guide to the more exotic forms of sexual activity. She suspected that he would prove to be very knowledgeable in every way and that she would be able to learn a great deal from his expert tutelage.
"How long will it be before you're ready to go again?" she asked, fingering his limp prick thoughtfully. "I hate to seem like such a dimwit, but I ... well, I just don't know very much about guys, that's all."
"There's nothing that gets my balls back to normal any quicker than feeling a lovely woman get her rocks off," he said. "So, why don't you just experiment a little? You ought to be able to make it again, oughtn't you? Sure! Why not get up over me here and try fucking my face some more?"
Edie found it only too easy to comply with that suggestion. As he had guessed, her energy was almost boundless and of course she had the ability to go on enjoying sex long after he had fucked himself out. She quickly learned, however, that the limpness of his prick had no relation to his willingness to give her sexual pleasure. At first she felt self-conscious and embarrassed at straddling his face in a selfish quest for her own satisfaction but his soft, insistent urging, as well as the genuine pleasure he displayed in taking her, helped put her mind more at ease.
"And this way, see, you can move around more and put whatever part you want up against my mouth," he informed her. "Say, if you want your clitty sucked, then you just pull back a little and shove that at me. Or if you want to get -rimmed again, tongue-fucked in the ass, then you move up and give me that. See how nice it all works out?"
Edie proved to be an extremely adept pupil.
Naturally endowed with rather more flexibility than the average person possessed, she found that kneeling over Terry's face gave her an amazing degree of control over the way he serviced her desires. After having spent several minutes in experimentation, Edie felt her loins again knotting up in a tight, quivering ball of pure sexual tension. "Oooooh, I can feel it getting ready!" she grunted as she moved back and brought her clitoris down against his busy tongue. "Mmmmmm, I'm ready again, I'm ready to come! Ohhhh, Terry, I want it so!"
"Do it!" he urged, momentarily interrupting his tongue's lascivious work. "Yeah, go-mmmm!-go ahead and-blllbbbb! Nnnnnggggg!-do it! Fuck it out! Let it come and cream on my tongue! I'll-ugghhhh!-lick the come right outta your hot little cunt!"
His rabid encouragement gave her heart and she began concentrating more completely on delivering herself of another climax. His behavior was not so strange, she told herself as she began weaving and twisting against his mouth; she would have loved sucking his prick until it burst in her mouth, she knew, and she would not necessarily have expected him to reciprocate then and there. Edie thus gave herself up completely to the satisfaction of her own pleasure, seeking only the relief of the pressure which had built up inside her cunt. She twisted and heaved about, always keeping her pussy tightly clamped against his busy mouth, and felt her loins growing more and more tightly stretched with sexual tension. He shot his tongue deep into that tight, awesomely hot crevice of tingling flesh over and over. The rhythm of his tongue's thrusts was very much like that of his cock, when he had been fucking her hardest; she quivered with new charges of erotic delight when that similarity occurred to her.
"Ahhhh, you're fucking me with your tongue!" she moaned as she worked herself against his face with stronger force. "I love it! Ooooh, I can feel it all over my body! You're bringing me off, you're-agghhhh! Owwwwww! Aiiieee!"
The full force of her orgasm struck at once. The sensual storm suddenly appeared from nowhere, or so it seemed to her, and she was completely taken by surprise. Edie lurched forward, tightening her buttocks, and held her throbbing pussy against his face for a moment. Her cunt and womb pulsed heavily under the hearty throbs of orgasmic release. Terry could feel her tight little cunt nipping at his tongue and tightening up with convulsive, spasmodic contractions. Her richly sensual oils cascaded out in a stronger flow and coursed directly into his waiting lips. He swallowed the voluptuous discharge with relish and continued to work his tongue in and out of the love-slick rim of her cunt.
Edie screamed out again when she felt his relentless tongue push far up into her super-sensitive cunt with seemingly boundless energy. His upper lip had come to rest against her stiff little clitoris, which had been equally charged with erotic sensitivity, and the dual sensations combined to press her to the very limits of her endurance. Terry had reached up to cup her trim, firmly molded little buttocks in his big hands and he now clamped down firmly. His fingers dug deep into those strongly muscled cheeks, which were also plentifully supplied with nerve endings, and Edie felt another kind of sexual stimulation speeding through her body.
She rocked back and forth until she could no longer stand the fiercely biting pleasure given by his hyperactive tongue. He continued working his tongue in and out of her cunt until she pulled away and fell into a heap at his side. The vaginal spasms continued on for a time and then gradually tapered off, leaving her with a marvelously thrilling glow of sexual contentment. She also found herself feeling much more kindly disposed toward Terry; the care and consideration he had shown in bringing her to so devastating a climax left its mark on her and she resolved that she would repay him in kind before too long. His tender, thoughtful style of lovemaking also engendered a trust in the girl, a willingness to accept him as a guide and teacher, and thus she found it immensely easier to listen carefully when he again suggested that he introduce her to the peculiar delights of anal sexual intercourse.
"It's a different trip altogether," he said when he broached the subject a short time later. "It's sort of like getting fucked in the cunt, but it's not quite the same either. You'll dig it. I know you will; I could tell that by the way you picked up on it when I was rimming your ass and fingerfucking you there."
Edie could not deny that his tongue and finger had had a dramatic effect when applied to her virginal anus. She hesitated to commit herself fully to the experiment, however, because of the inordinate ize of his prick. Terry nodded sympathetically and assured her that he understood her misgivings. He went ahead to point out the obvious fact: even though she had never been fucked in the ass before, the orifice still possessed considerable flexibility and with due care she would be able to relax her muscles enough to permit his prick to slip into that tight little crevice.
"You make it sound so good!" she exclaimed, reaching out to run her left hand over his well-muscled chest. "Just talking about it, that's enough to make me all horny again!"
"How about if I just slip my finger in?" he suggested. "You know, just so you can start getting used to it? That might help you later on, when we try it for real!"
Edie did not trust her voice to reply and instead she signalled her acquiescence by spreading her thighs farther apart and lifting her rump higher, bringing her anus well within reach of his finger. Terry understood her move well enough and grinned with pleasure. He slipped his finger from her cunt, which had, of course, generated a profuse deluge of immensely slippery oil, and moved it to the girl's anus. Edie sucked in a deep breath when she felt his finger make the transfer. Her eyes widened with surprise when he pressed the tip of that moistly lubricated finger against her anus; the initial sensation was far more pleasing than she would ever have guessed. Earlier, when he had fingered her ass, he had also been stimulating her pussy to a very high degree but now he was concentrating solely upon her asshole. She found the penetration to be slightly disturbing, but also immensely full of a very intense erotic emotion. Terry's finger easily slipped into her ass and drove deep.
"My God!" she breathed after a moment "It's sort of like ... no, it's not like being fucked, not at all! Wow, it's so ... it's a whole new world!"
"Man, this is gonna be so good!" he whispered into her ear as he worked his finger back and forth. "Yeah, you've got the tightest little ass I ever felt! You're gonna wreck my cock before I get my rocks off!
"H-h-how are we supposed to be?" she asked when she sensed that he was ready to begin. "Do you get behind me?"
She had seen crude, stick-finger drawings of men in the act of sodomy and she supposed that the rear-entry position was mandatory for the rite. Terry surprised her, though, by telling her that they could do it equally well while facing each other. That position would have other advantages, he said; they could look at each other and she could reach down to stroke her pussy's lips and the clitoris they enclosed, thereby giving herself a double dose of erotic stimulation.
"I'd really get off on watching you give yourself a finger job while I'm fucking that sweet ass of yours anyway," he added. "Want to try it like that?"
Her lewd, hearty grin was answer enough. She easily brought her legs up high, raising them until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Terry slipped a pillow under her up-tilted lower back to give her additional support and then maneuvered himself into position over her. He had brought out a tube of clear gel and had lubricated his prick thoroughly, adding another measure of the slippery goo to her waiting anus, and now he aimed that big, stiff sword down against the puckered eye between the cheeks of her ass. She gasped when she felt the first contact-the touch of his cock proved to be far more arousing than his finger had been-and shuddered with lustful anticipation.
Terry cautioned her against tightening up her ass. Total relaxation was the key to success, he advised, and even then she might experience a moment or two of discomfort before she learned how to adjust her unused muscles to the extraordinary girth of his prick. She nodded her understanding and closed her eyes in order to concentrate more fully on the task he had set her. Exhaling slowly, she willed her body into total limpness, or as close to it as she could get, and held herself ready for his entrance.
He pressed against her slowly. Even though his cock had grown out to its full length and seemed incomparably hard, the shaft of the big tool still bowed slightly as he increased the pressure against her. Her asshole held its ground firmly for a moment, resisting the alien intruder, but Terry proved to be relentless in his quest. Grunting loudly, he surged against her harder and the head of his prick popped into her ass, sinking well below the glans and dilating her anus with a suddenness that swept her breath away. That first entrance impressed itself upon her with an indelible fullness. It seemed to her that a gigantic sword, flaming hot, had suddenly been shoved into her body; she felt a flash of searing, darting pain that swept through her loins and quickly spread to every part of her consciousness.
"Agghhh!" she cried, wincing heavily. "Omigod, you're killing me! Ugghh! It's tearing me in two!"
Terry proved to be firm and authoritative in this instance. He knew from long experience that he must not give in to her moment of weakness; even though the first pain might be a rending one, he also understood that it would not last long and that she would soon find herself experiencing a very different set of emotions. Thus he ignored her alarmed cries and concentrated on working his prick deeper into the girl's virginal ass. As he had expected, he found the girl quickly manifesting a very different kind of reaction.
"Ohhhh! It's in me!" she gasped, looking down at his stiff prick. "Its really in me! I can't believe that it's really going up my ass!"
"It is," Terry grunted. He looked down at his cock and inwardly gloated when he saw the tight, perfectly drawn circle formed by her heavily distended anus. "Yeah, it's in you good! And I'll bet you're starting to feel it, too!"
"I am, I am!" she cried out. "Mmmmm, it's so good! I love it!"
Terry instructed her to reach down and begin stroking her pussy. That added stimulus, he thought, would certainly bring her to another climax and he felt sure that watching her come, feeling her ass clutch and nip at his prick, would provide him with enough excitement to make his balls spring into gushing action once more. Like most men, he found that watching a woman masturbate possessed a powerfully erotic appeal and he wanted Edie to excite him to the limits and even beyond.
At first she displayed a modesty which intrigued him even more than a blatant display of aggressive sexuality would have done at that moment. She reflected that she could hardly play the modest, blushing innocent, now that he had had his prick so far up her cunt and in her mouth too, and she therefore reached down to touch the swollen, lust-darkened lips of the tingling slit at the base of her belly. She gingerly parted the outer fold of flesh and brought the inner lips more fully into view. They had greatly enlarged themselves, due to her abundant excitement, and glistened wetly with her cunt's rich flow of natural, musk-scented lubricant.
Edie sucked in another quick breath when her finger made contact with the awesomely sensitive lips. They positively glowed with arousal and she felt a hearty tremor of sexual anticipation course through her body when she pressed down lightly on them. She dared not touch her clitoris directly; that little nub of nerve-packed tissue was already so full of feeling that any direct contact would have been intolerably intense. It was enough to caress the area near it; that alone sent her spirits soaring upward on a rapidly escalating spiral of erotic excitement.
Terry then began pressing deeper into her ass. His cock, thickly coated with the lubricant he had provided, easily slid deeper into the clutching orifice, though it seemed to him that she was on the point of tearing the skin off the shaft. He shuddered when he realized just how tight her ass really was: the opening gripped him strongly, especially at the point of entry, and he felt his balls begin preparing themselves for another onslaught.
"God, get ready for it!" he whispered. "I never felt anything like it before! Your ass is the best fucking I ever had!"
She could not but be highly encouraged at hearing that praise, which happened to fulfill her deepest longing at that moment. Knowing that she was giving him exactly what he wanted most, she tried all the harder to surpass his expectations. Once the early agony of the penetration had passed, she found that the unpromising position into which she had been bent actually afforded her a surprising degree of mobility. She could swing her hips from side to side, a tactic which made her asshole rub against his cock in ways which she knew were erotically arousing. She could also tighten her anal sphincter, clutching his prick in a far stronger fashion; the gasp of surprised delight he emitted when she first tried that let her know in no uncertain terms that he found her effort a drastically stimulating one.
"Ooooh, fuck my ass!" she whispered. "Fuck it up my ass and I'll fuck my cunt myself! Agghhhh! A double fuck, that's what it is!"
Her words worked together with her hips' gentle sway to make him impatient and anxious. As her well greased ass slipped up and down the thick, brawny shaft of his cock, she sensed a reawakening in his body and she knew that he would not be able to continue for very long. Supple and strong, she made her body into a prime fucking machine and concentrated on milking his cock of every drop of sperm his balls could generate. She continued exhorting him in the most direct fashion she could imagine, using every bawdy word and lewd phrase she had ever heard. He gritted his teeth and stiffened every muscle in his body as he began fucking his prick into her ass at a furious pace.
"All the way in!" she cried out as she twisted about beneath him and gave her pussy those short, jabbing strokes which always signalled the onset of her own climax when masturbating. "I'm about to come! Let me feel you shooting come up my ass when I make it! I want to feel it spurting out when I come!"
Terry had already thrust his prick in her to the hilt. She took the massive tool easily; once her anus had been stretched to admit the first portion of that big rod, he found no further obstruction and he plunged into her with a furious assault. She discovered that the interior of her ass was every bit as sensitive as her cunt and that she could feel the broad-rimmed head working back and forth with an acuteness which took her breath away. The fast in-and-out thrusting excited her mightily, especially since she knew that he was trying to work himself up to the pitch where he would be able to shoot his load of come into her bowels, and she felt her clitoris throbbing angrily.
Suddenly he paused, halfway into her ass, and groaned deep in his throat. She both saw and felt a momentous shudder pulse through his body, sweeping outward from his prick until it covered all his flesh, and then she felt his cock swell and pulse heavily. The first jet of sperm gushed against her bowels like a wave of liquid fire and stung her into a final gust of sexual frenzy. Howling and sobbing, she twisted about abruptly as his prick continued jetting a volcanic flow of erotic lava into her ass.
"Shoot it up me!" she urged, bringing her middle finger down hard against her clitoris and quivering when the contact released a flood of orgiastic sensation within her body. "Ohhhhh, fuck me to death! Come all over me!"
CHAPTER SIX
After Terry had pulled his prick from her ass, having fucked himself and her too with superlative success, they dropped off into sleep. Edie awoke after a couple of hours, greatly refreshed, and cautiously eased herself into a sitting position on the narrow bed. Terry had rolled onto his back and lay before her in a defenseless, naked pose. Her eyes immediately fastened upon his cock, which had lost its erection. She contemplated the lifeless hunk of meat for a few minutes. The mere sight of his prick stirred her to the core. Even though the tool was limp and had greatly diminished in size, it still represented a fucking implement, and one of great interest to her.
Terry's prick was now about four inches in length and about an inch in diameter; she supposed it was about half the size it had been when he was shoving it into her mouth or cunt or asshole with such outstanding effects. The foreskin had slipped down over the head, so that it now had a very different look. Even so, Edie could feel her clitoris hardening and she knew that the lips of her pussy were again flushing darkly with rapidly increasing excitement. She sat very still and allowed her mind to wander freely.
"God, it looks just so fucking innocent like that!" she thought. "So much smaller than when he was ... when he was fucking me! Mmmmm, it all felt so good! I never even dreamed anything could feel like that! Even when he was sticking it up my ass, that was just so out of sight I couldn't believe it! I wonder if I could....Yes, I saw Brigitte do it; why couldn't I make him get hard too? I'll bet that'd be a trip, holding it and kissing it and making it get all hard and hot again!"
The thought inevitably proved father to the deed. She hesitated a moment longer, still uncertain, but the hypnotic pull of his cock proved to be far too strong for her to resist indefinitely. She moved about very carefully and took great care not to disturb the sleeping man as she maneuvered into a position which would enable her to handle his prick with ease. Terry never stirred; his strenuous exertions had left him tired and sated.
Edie touched his prick softly and shivered. Even though only her fingertips brushed that cylinder of flesh, and did so very lightly, she still found it enormously exhilarating to touch the rod which had dealt out such astonishing quantities of pure sensual delight when it had been pressing into various parts of her young body. Gradually her touch became more confident when she saw that he was not stirring. She gingerly forced back the foreskin, quivering with open delight as she gradually denuded the knobby head of the tool. Her pussy throbbed with a harder, much more insistent beat and she found it j impossible to keep from bending over his loins.
A rich, musky scent of sex immediately assailed her nostrils. Her cunt's lascivious drip had mingled with his balls' virile outpouring of sticky sperm, making a truly intoxicating mixture of sexual odors, and Edie felt her body beginning to ache with a desperate urgency.
She bent over him and took the soft, somnolent head of his prick into her mouth. The feel of the tool, so incredibly soft and delicate, fired her lusts with a new sense of urgency but the taste, far more reminiscent of fucking than she would have guessed, sent her pussy into a paroxysm of sensual excitement. Eager and hungry for him now, she began caressing the tool with her tongue and quickly took it all into her mouth. Even though Terry was asleep, his body retained its natural sensitivity and his cock began responding to the girl's lavish display of desire and affection. Edie's head swam with emotion when she felt his prick begin stiffening and growing. Having it in her mouth as it developed its erection gave her another deep source of sexual pleasure; by the time his cock had fully grown she was trembling and panting with hot, lustful desire. She had to back off slightly, being unable in that position to allow the entirety of the big tool to remain lodged in her mouth. The broad head filled her mouth comfortably and she began rubbing her tongue over it with slow, tender strokes. Terry, half-awake now, began working his hips up and down, so that his prick was working back and forth inside her mouth. Edie felt a mighty shudder of sexual delight pulse over her body and she held her mouth very still, enjoying the sensation of his cock pistoning into her lips and working against her tongue. She realized that she was letting him fuck her mouth and that thought made her clitoris hammer away with quick, thudding jerks.
The short rest had enabled Terry's balls to recharge themselves with a considerable load of sperm. Seeing no reason to hold back on his response, he surrendered to the lustful imperative and let his balls have their way. Within a very short time he tightened his abdomen, groaned savagely and thrust deeper into that hot, wet mouth which was pressing so tightly against the head of his cock. Her tongue worked harder around the swollen knob at the tip of his cock when she recognized the signs of imminent explosion. She tried forcing her mouth farther down the thick shaft but she was in the wrong position to take all of the tool; the head nudged into the back of her throat and stuck there, almost causing her to gag.
The first gushing burst of hot, lustfully reeking sperm cascaded over the girl's tongue with ferocious intensity. Her lips registered the tool's enormous orgiastic power and her taste buds quivered intensely as the raw, hot flavor of male sexuality assaulted them. The flow of come doubled, then redoubled as his balls pumped with an animal-like fury. Edie swallowed frantically, eager to capture every drop of his outpouring, and the creamy, salty semen flowed easily down her throat. The erotic essence of virile masculinity made her gasp with delight, though she continued sucking and swallowing.
"Wow, I don't know who taught you how to give head," Terry breathed when his body had returned to something like a normal state, "but you sure learned it good! I don't think I ever had a better blow job than that! It felt like my balls were going to melt and go right up my dick!"
Kirsch gave a small but highly significant smile when Terry reported the extent of his success with the girl. They had made the breakthrough, he knew, and Edie was now well on the way toward becoming the sort of creature he needed for the completion of his plan. Brigitte, who was in his office when Terry made his report, crowed with pleasure upon hearing the news; she seemed to take more than a professional pride in her husband's accomplishment.
"But I just hope you don't want me to go back there and give her any more, at least not for a while," Terry said after being warmly congratulated. "I'm so worn out I don't know if I'll ever get it up again or not. That girl, she's just a terror, once she gets her pussy warmed up!"
Kirsch wasted no time in consolidating the advantage he had gained over the girl. He subjected her to an almost constant bombardment of sexual stimulation, varying the types of excitement and taking care to expose her to every sort of libidinous suggestion his vast knowledge and considerable resources could supply. Shortly after Terry had left her room, for example, a silent attendant wheeled a television into her room, plugged it into the wall and left, all without saying a single word.
Edie quickly tested the set but found that it only outwardly resembled an ordinary television. The first channel she selected depicted a black man forcing his stiff, swollen cock into a blond girl's mouth, spearing deep and shoving the big tool far down her throat. The blonde readily accepted the meaty offering and tilted her head back, allowing the length of hard prick to sink in her mouth to the hilt. Edie watched for a moment, spellbound, and then flicked the selector switch a notch to the right. That channel showed a ripe, luscious redhead lying on a shag carpet, working a massive dildo into her steaming cunt. She had her eyes closed and a blissful expression spread over her face as she forced more and more of the thick plastic shaft into her tingling flesh.
Edie worked the selector switch around its axis and discovered that every channel offered her a sight of some kind of sexual activity. Among the thirteen channels, she saw lesbian activity-women kissing and fondling each other, sucking each other, fucking each other with strap-on dildoes-and men performing similar acts, both upon women and upon each other. She watched, horrified, as one man proceeded to insert a prodigiously swollen prick into another man's anus and then begin jacking him off while he worked his own cock deeper into the asshole he had penetrated.
"Ah, I see you have already discovered the peculiar merits of our closed circuit system," Brigitte said, entering the girl's room and surprising her as she watched the men enjoy themselves. "It is all on tape, you see. Whenever you want to watch other people doing things of interest, you can choose your own type of viewing. Does it intrigue you, watching the men bugger each other?"
"No!" Edie cried, switching the set off with an angry gesture. "I ... I was just trying to find something worth watching."
"Yes? Well, there is plenty there that is eminently worth your attention," Brigitte said. "I'm sure you will explore the possibilities thoroughly. Terry did not show you everything, you "know. The videotapes will help you to complete your education. You must feel free, my dear, to ask for anything you might want-in the way of a lover, I mean. We have several other young men here who are hung at least as well as Terry. And there are more than a few women on the staff who would love to feel your body writhing and churning with that divine madness too!" Edie gasped and tried to look indignant. "It won't do, trying to pretend that you are not interested," Brigitte told her. "We measured your physical reactions at the moment when I was bringing you off with my lips and my tongue; the evidence is very clear. Can you look me in the eye and deny that you felt a tremendous climax on that occasion? No, I thought not! The truth, my dear, is this: you are a bisexual! You can experience the very heights of sexual delight with either a man or a woman, it makes no difference.
Oh, you need not pretend shame or any of those stereotyped reactions; I happen to think that it is the best possible situation!"
Edie could not believe her ears. Brigitte went on talking to her, explaining her own view of human sexuality, and Edie could not help listening. As Brigitte explained the matter, all things were equally permissible; a couple might do anything to each other, so long as they both found it exciting, and they might find supplementary sexual pleasure with anyone they chose. Edie fought against admitting the truth, but she found it impossible to do so: Brigitte's arguments were making more sense to her and she felt herself gradually inclining toward agreement with the woman.
During the next several days, Edie managed to restrain her appetites enough to keep from asking for a sex partner. She quickly succumbed to the lure of the television, however, and developed a fondness for watching the varied couples perform their feats of sexual titillation. The live videotapes proved to be far more exciting than the magazines, though she spent time in perusing them as well, and she quickly adopted the habit of using the big dildo to give herself pleasure as she watched the couples and trios form their lascivious figures on the screen before her. Terry returned to her room twice during that period and on both occasions Edie found it impossible to resist the temptation posed by the big, highly suggestive bulge in the front of his white trousers. (Brigitte had ensured that it would be a prominent one, sucking him to a throbbing erection just outside the girl's door before permitting him to tuck the swollen member away and go inside.) Another orderly, Ted, appeared and she opened her thighs to him with almost as much delight as when Terry had been there; he had an even larger cock and proved to have phenomenal staying power. He fucked her into three outstanding orgasms before relenting enough to permit his balls to discharge a ferocious load of steaming, sticky sperm into the mouth of her womb, an experience which she found pleasing in the extreme.
As she slowly allowed herself to be turned into the totally lascivious, sex-minded creature which Kirsch intended her to be, Edie found herself being rewarded with progressively more freedom.
One example of this relatively greater degree of freedom was the removal of the earlier restrictions which had kept her to her room. At first she was given the run of certain indoor parts of the clinic but as her behavior became more and more satisfactory to Kirsch-that is to say, as she became progressively less restrained in satisfying her sexual desires-she was given permission to walk outside in the garden along one side of the low rock-andadobe buildings. There was no need for her to be observed, since the clinic was far enough from any human dwelling, and separated from them by barren, rocky desert, to make it very un-likely that anyone would walk away. Kirsch had devised an elaborate and foolproof system for keeping every vehicle locked up and inaccessible to all except those whom he had authorized to leave the clinic. Thus Edie was still a prisoner, though she had much more freedom now in which to roam about.
As she was walking through the rock-and-cactus garden one morning, she found herself keeping pace with a patient. She vaguely remembered his face, though she could not pinpoint any details about his problem or his treatment. He was about twenty-five, she decided, and handsome in a dark, glowering fashion. His face broke into a warm smile when she looked at him, however, and she saw that he was much more attractive once he had lost his scowl.
"I'm Ray Waller," he said, advancing to her side. "Care if I join you?"
She invited him to accompany her on her stroll. As they walked, Waller made some knowledgeable remarks about the varieties of cactus Kirsch had had set out in the garden and then uttered a short, humorless laugh.
"We're like the cactii," he said when Edie looked at him curiously. "Alien things, brought here and made to live in a hostile environment, all because that criminal headshrinker stands to gain something from it!"
Edie felt bound to protest, notwithstanding the shameful treatment she had suffered at Kirsch's hands. Waller waved her objections away blithely and reiterated his condemnation.
"Why do you think most of these people are here? he demanded. "I've done some talking to the patients and I'm telling you, Edie, most of them aren't sick at all! Three-fourths of the patients here are as well as you or I!"
He went on to elaborate upon his contention. In doing so, he threw out his own example, telling his story with such simplicity and open candor that Edie found it difficult to doubt his truthfulness and sincerity. As he told it, he had been committed to Kirsch's clinic because of the machinations of his wife and his father. His mother had died when he was eleven, he said, and had left the bulk of her vast estate to him in trust. She had openly despised his father and had hired the best lawyers in the country to write a will constructed of armor-plate to ensure that her fortune would not go to her husband, who had only a modest inheritance of his own.
"But Amy, my wife, decided that she could do better," Waller continued. "She concocted a plan in cahoots with my old man, you see. The two of them are going to keep me here until I'm thirty and then have me put away for good. The trust reverts to me when I'm thirty; it'll all be mine then. So she and Dad will be declared my guardians by a court-and don't think they haven't got a couple of judges in their hip pockets-and they'll have it all to themselves. Yeah, she's fucking Dad silly, and all the while she's been testifying in court that I'm a pervert, all because I got extra horny one night and tried fucking her in the ass! That's the cause of the whole thing, me wanting to backdoor her; that and the money were enough to turn her off me for good!"
"But that's not such an awful thing!" Edie protested at once. She vividly recalled the joy she had felt when Terry's prick had first penetrated her anus and, in fact, only the night before Ted had recreated that same experience, sending his own cock slithering up the same receptacle with even more joyous results. "I think that's just awful of them!"
Waller looked at her with new respect. He correctly concluded from her remark that she was a devotee of anal intercourse and he confessed his admiration of her for that fact. He admitted that he had long wanted to experience that singular delight and frankly told her that he had never been allowed to do it with any of the women he had ever had Edie felt sorry for him, of course, and she naturally thought of permitting him to enjoy the act with her. He read the thought in her eyes and became very excited at the prospect, though she would not commit herself one way or the other at that time.
"No, you'll have to let me think about it," she said when he had made his longing more explicit. "I think I'd like to, but I'd rather be sure. And anyway, you don't know a thing about me!"
"I know that you're one of the most attractive women around here," he said. "You and Julia, you're the only two who seem to have any heart at all!"
"Julia?" she asked.
Waller went on to say that he had been having an affair with Julia Eyerman. This did not surprise Edie especially, since she knew that Kirsch sometimes permitted his staff members to form sexual liaisons with patients; the general rule, never specifically formulated, seemed to be that if the patient could enjoy a brief affair without great emotional damage, then it was permissible. In fact, Kirsch knew of all the affairs going on and encouraged most of them; he claimed that it was better for staff members to fuck patients than to have affairs with each other.
Edie longed to ask him why he had not introduced Julia to anal sexuality but some inner restraint held her back. She supposed that any intimate of the clinic's director would be a super-sexual creature, skilled in every form of lovemaking as well as all the perversions, and it surprised her that Waller could claim innocence in that form of erotic activity, yet also claim to be having an affair with Julia.
"They must have something important going on," Waller said. "I haven't seen Julia in three or four days."
Edie blanched at that, because she suspected that her own case was the one which had been keeping Julia away from her lover. She did not mention her own course of treatment, naturally, but Waller's mention of Julia gave her a strange sensation. As they walked around the enclosed garden she noticed that he was becoming sexually aroused. He was wearing a thin cotton shirt and a pair of thin cotton trousers, cut rather like the loose, floppy garment she had seen karate students wear, and his stiffening prick pressed against the thin material in an unmistakable fashion. She was not sure whether he was responding to her presence or to the mention of Julia; in any case, she felt her own body beginning to tingle and ache with that deliciously thrilling awareness which she was growing to love so much. She had put on a thick velour robe over the hospital gown which had become her constant dress, and she was acutely aware of her naked thighs rubbing against each other as she walked. When they stopped from time to time, she could press her thighs tightly together and force her flesh up against the lively slit at the base of her belly, a move which naturally increased the tingling sensations spreading outward from her pussy.
As they neared a corner of the garden and turned to walk in another direction, Edie contrived to brush against him, so that the back of her hand nudged that swelling mound of maleness. He gasped and started. Looking at each other, they read open desire in each other's eyes. Edie moved closer to him and deliberately touched his cock again, caressing the stiff bulge with the palm of her right hand. She felt it carefully and determined that he was very hard indeed; she also decided that his cock was a superb one, long and thick.
"M-m-maybe we could go back to my room," she stammered as she looked up at him. "I don't suppose anyone would bother us there."
"Mine's closer," he said, nodding toward the patio doors. "Just through there and then the first door on the right. Shall we?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Waller had become accustomed to having Julia every day-and she was a hungry, dedicated mistress of the erotic arts-but the enforced period of deprivation, which Kirsch had of course arranged, left him impatient and ravenous for a female's tender presence. Edie's striking appearance and her undisguised interest in having him were all Waller needed in order to form a burning desire for the girl. Thanks to Kirsch's training, which might more properly be called manipulation, Edie found it impossible to stay away from the man.
Once safely inside his room, she went to him with a naturalness that made him all the more eager to have her. They embraced just inside the door and exchanged a long, tongue-darting kiss that soon had them both quivering and breathless with lusty fevers. Edie's robe had slipped open and now only the thin material of Waller's trousers and her hospital gown separated their naked flesh. She opened her thighs slightly and clamped his left thigh between them; the move also brought the stiff, throbbing hulk of his cock up firmly against her lower belly. She moved back and forth against that warm length of stiff meat and further heightened her desire to have it thrust deep into her body.
Waller's hands slipped inside her robe and reached around her waist, then dropped down to cup her trim, firmly molded buttocks. He pulled her closer and she pressed herself hard against him, still grinding her belly against that incredibly stiff mass of muscle growing out from his loins. She twisted her shoulders about, in order to make her breasts dig harder into his firm chest; the pressure against her aching, lust-swollen nipples gave her a weak, almost nauseous feeling that signalled the onset of the most rabid stage of sexual desire.
She quickly doffed the robe and the hospital gown. Standing naked before him and enjoying the appreciative look which came over his face when he saw the full extent of her beauty, she found it impossible to keep her hands away from her pussy. She reached down, parted the pubic hair and began caressing the swollen, lustfully moistened lips of that slit; Waller gave her an even more appreciative look when he saw that. Emboldened by his obvious approval, she continued toying with the hyper-sensitive flesh as he undressed.
Edie saw, when he had pulled off his trousers and turned to face her, that if anything she had underestimated the length and circumference of his cock. The rigid tool sprang out for a good ten inches, she guessed, and she could not even begin to estimate its diameter. The tool's foreskin, pulled down over the knobby tip, was as tight as a drumhead. When Waller moved toward her she grasped the iron-hard rod tenderly, shuddering with delight as her fingers closed around its warm surface, and began easing the skin back. Her heart pounded faster than ever as she saw the purple, broad-rimmed head come into view; the tip of his cock proved to be infinitely more exciting to behold than she had supposed and she felt an irresistible urge to have the big, mushroom-shaped projectile zooming up her hot, aching cunt.
"Here, let's let them get acquainted with each other," Waller said.
With that, he forced the shaft of his prick down and moved even closer to her, so that the head speared between the girl's thighs. Edie saw at once what he intended and she gratefully spread her feet further apart so as to open the passageway for him. His cock slid between her thighs and, due to the disparity between their heights, easily rode up against the lips of her pussy. She had already become excited enough for that orifice to have shed a prodigious quantity of the slippery oil it produced when she was excited; the tops of her thighs, as well as the cheeks of her ass, bore a plentiful supply of the natural erotic lubricant and easily admitted his long, thick cock.
She groaned happily and closed her thighs about the big tool as it slid into place. His fierce erection caused the rod to want to tilt upward and thus press even more firmly against the tenderly excited lips of her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her nipples into his chest and hugged him with a fierce, almost ravenous intensity, then began rocking her hips to and fro in a way that caused her wet, slippery pussy to glide up and down the thick shaft of his prick with dramatically pleasing results.
"Mmmmm, it's like you were fingerfucking me with your prick!" she gasped, throwing her head back to look up at him with total happiness. "It feels so good down there, rubbing up against me like that!"
"Yeah, it feels damned good to me too," Waller agreed. "In fact, I think I just might shoot a load of come over the cheeks of your ass if you keep that up for much longer!"
His warning was enough to cause her to bring her hips to a standstill. She gingerly edged away from him, not wanting to provoke an early explosion, and reluctantly pulled free. She felt her excitement abate a trifle once the highly erotic presence of his prick against her pussy had ceased, though when she looked down and saw the wetness her cunt had bestowed upon his cock she felt another mighty tingle of arousal course outward from her clitoris. Once it had been anointed with her pussy's lascivious oils-and, due to the extent of her excitement, the tool was thoroughly coated with the lustful dew-it became immensely more exciting to contemplate. Edie was unable to restrain herself and she fell to her knees in order to take the tool's broad head into her mouth.
The head of his cock was so large that it alone made a comfortable mouthful. She tried getting more of the tool into her lips but found that her position barred her from doing so. Even though the head of the massive spear was probably too large to fit in her untrained throat, she wanted to engulf the rod totally. The angle at which the big tool entered her mouth forbade such an act and she had to content herself with taking only the head and perhaps a couple of inches of the shaft. She could taste the raw musk, fresh and hot from her intensely aroused cunt, on the surface of his prick. The sharp flavor of her pussy further aroused her and lent added impetus to the way her hot tongue curled tightly around the sensually curved head of his cock.
"I can't take any more of it!" Waller muttered. He reached down to push her head away from his throbbing loins. "I swear to God I'll shoot a load right down your throat if you keep it up a second longer!"
"That wouldn't turn me off," Edie replied. 'I'd love to take your load in my mouth! But I'd rather have it somewhere else, I can't deny that."
She allowed him to pull her to her feet and steer her to the bed. As they covered that short distance, she reached down to hold his rigid, lust-warmed prick in her hand. The shaft seemed to have swelled out even wider, thanks to her tongue's lascivious work, and the head looked almost grotesque. A heavy, glistening droplet of clear liquid had gathered in the eye crowning the tip of that satiny, purple knob; she recognized it as a harbinger of the flood which she hoped to coax from his balls later.
"Mmmm, I want to taste it!" she purred, leaning forward.
Her tongue flickered out and delicately scooped the morsel from the deep cleft. Although the liquid was not as thick as sperm, it had the same biting, masculine taste, utterly unique and thoroughly stimulating. She closed her eyes and leaned back as her taste buds rioted with erotic fervor. Falling back onto the bed, she straightened out to lie full length and then drew up her thighs in order to spread them wide. Her fingers reached down to the glowing slit and pulled the inner lips apart. The soft, pink flesh beckoned lustily as he settled himself between her legs and aimed the head of his cock down against the waiting cleft.
"Don't wait for anything!" she moaned. "Just get it in me and let it go! Mmmmm, I'm dying to feel you going off inside me! Just feeling it go in, that's going to be enough to bring me off, I know it will!"
Waller found her eagerness to be highly infectious. He aimed his prick down into the mouth of her cunt, found the dainty little opening and then stretched out above her with his prick firmly in place. Edie settled her thighs into a comfortable position and clasped him gently. Her ankles locked together behind the cheeks of his ass and her hands enclosed his neck. He supported most of his weight on his out-thrust hands and his knees.
Waller pressed gently against her. He felt her cunt beginning to open and continued leaning against her, though he did not make the mistake of trying to force all, or even most, of his stiff cock into her flesh at once. Knowing that a gentle, gradual penetration almost invariably produced the most striking response from his partner, he continued that easy pressure and slowly his prick dilated the mouth of the girl's eagerly warmed cunt.
Edie gasped as she felt herself being forced open and distended by the immense bulk of Waller's prick. His oversized tool exerted great force upon the ultra-tender flesh and extended her almost to the limits of her endurance. Edie felt confident, however, and did not fear the big sword joining their loins together; his easy, confident manner and the tender, thoughtful way in which he introduced her cunt to his cock gave her enough self-assurance to be certain that she would be able to take its considerable bulk into her body. Even so, she felt the delicate, highly charged tissues being stretched far beyond any point she had ever experienced before. There was no discomfort to the penetration, however; she felt only an unsurpassed sensation of fullness, as though she were being stuffed to the brim with his hard, white-hot virility.
"God, it feels so good!" she purred as she writhed about beneath him and caressed the head of his prick with her wet, highly aroused cuntal walls. "It's going all the way up my cunt, it's stretching me out so far!"
"You've got the tightest cunt I ever felt!" he breathed as he continued pressing more of that big tool into her body. "Ohhh, Edie, fucking your cunt is the greatest thing in the world! Just keep on grinding it around my dick like that and I'll be shooting the thickest stream of come into your cunt that you ever felt! Yeah, my balls feel like I've got a gallon of cream stored up!"
She felt a desperate, yearning hunger, a desire to drain those big eggs of every drop of their load, and she concentrated with all her might upon bringing him to a speedy climax. By squeezing down with her long, supple thighs and clenching her abdomen in order to generate the most telling kind of grinding action, she unknowing forced the walls of her cunt to clasp his prick even more tightly. He responded to that rather unsubtle caress with a grunt of hearty approval and thrust even deeper into her body. Edie quivered mightily when she felt that massive spike slicing deep. The broad-rimmed head pried the walls of her cunt apart and stimulated her fiercely. As she pulled back slightly and twisted her hips about with an especially powerful grind, she felt a long, heavy tremor pulse through his body.
"Annngghhh!" he howled, stiffening every muscle and pushing harder against her. "Omigod, you're fucking my prick off! You're sucking the come right out of my nuts! Aurrgghhhh! Unnnggghhh!"
That cry of desperate agony sparked her into a final flurry of hip-shaking, cunt-twisting activity. As she heaved herself about in her attempts at exerting herself to the utmost, she involuntarily brought her stiff, lust-swollen clitoris down hard against the iron-hard beam of man-muscle boring into the heated depths of her cunt. Supremely charged with erotic feeling, her clitoris flamed up with a sudden and utterly unexpected crescendo of sexual sensation. Screaming with aroused delight, Edie now dissolved into a tornado of fucking motions. She heaved up at him and pulled back, tossed her ass from side to side, and pulled him into the valley formed by her widespread thighs.
Waller grunted louder and now began fucking in earnest. He thrust far into the girl's hot, trembling cunt, pulled back and slammed the big tool home again. Another furious thrust sent the massive shaft home and the base of his prick slammed up against the girl's vulva, mashing the tender lips flat. She felt the wiry mass of fur at the base of his belly scratching against her outraged clitoris and, such was her excitement, that harsh contact only stirred her all the more. Edie cried out weakly when she felt her womb beginning to tremble and stir as it prepared to give up its own charge of sexual tension.
"Agghhh! Owwwww!" she howled as she fucked back at him with all her considerable strength. "Unnngghhhh! Ooooooh, it's killing me! You're fucking me to death! I'm dying all over! Aiiiieeeeee!"
Waller pistoned back and forth inside her highly active cunt until he could no longer stand the ecstatic throbs of orgasmic release. Her vaginal muscles were in full sway now, however, and nothing could stop them from their relentless contracting. Again and again her cunt closed around the shaft of his prick with convulsive spasms, each one stronger than any he had ever felt; it seemed that as her climax mounted into the final, glorious stages her sexual organs took on a life and will all their own. She screamed with voluptuous delight as his prick continued spurting out those immensely delicious streams of thick, hot sperm, each one strong enough to make her body quiver and jerk with sensual abandon. They continued moving against each other until they had both exhausted every trace of lustful sensation in their bodies.
As the couple had fucked each other into the very heights of erotic abandon, Kirsch had been holding a conference in his office. "I believe that we will be able to initiate the final stages of Operation Phoenix within the week," he said. "And that, dear ladies, will mark the entry of this clinic into the outer realms of success!"
"Oh? Is Mr. Younger responding to the treatment?" Julia asked.
Carter Younger, a legend among men dedicated to making vast amounts of money in the shortest possible time, had found that business success left him with ashes in his mouth. At fifty-four he was one of the richest men in the world, but he was also impotent. Since the pursuit of women had always held very nearly as much interest for him as the pursuit of wealth, he found this development an especially sickening one. He had made his way to Kirsch's clinic, where he hoped to find treatment which would revive his useless prick and again stir his balls into new life.
"No, of course not," Kirsch replied. "The treatments we have designed for the man-the diet, the exercise, the rest-those would more nearly be called placebos, I suppose. You see, most of Mr. Younger's problem is in his head. And since he sturdily resists any and all suggestions of any kind of deep analysis, we cannot get the necessary in sights. He seems to think that if he reveals himself very completely, he will be giving away some of his business secrets. Or perhaps opening himself up to criminal prosecution or blackmail; no doubt there are plenty of unsavory episodes in his past!"
"It might be better to say that we are almost ready to proceed with a treatment to which Mr. Younger will almost certainly respond," Brigitte suggested.
"Indeed!" Kirsch agreed. "Come, let us go over to this window. Perhaps you will see what I mean."
He led them to a window of his office that looked out over the clinic's patio. They arrived just in time to see Edie and Waller exchanging those furtive caresses which had set their bodies afire with lust. They watched in silence as the couple again traversed the garden and then disappeared into the clinic. Kirsch again smiled and returned to his desk. Julia looked shaken; she had recognized them, naturally, and she had no doubt that Edie would soon be enjoying Waller's magnificently shaped prick to the utmost.
"You see?" Kirsch purred, watching Julia carefully. "We have now brought the girl to the point where she is not backward about initiating sexual contact with a male. A few more days to reinforce her further in this new fine of behavior, to convince her that she really is an intensely sexual creature at heart, and then ... violal We have the perfect treatment for Younger! If he cannot respond to a young, ardent young thing like the Mayfield girl, then we must admit defeat. But really, I believe that he will be able to mount her and perform well enough to convince him that we have effected a 'cure.' And that, as I need hardly remind you, will open up a tremendous new realm of possibilities for us."
Julia and Brigitte sat spellbound for a moment Younger could easily give them an entree into a social set endowed with plenty of money and enough leisure time in which to conjure up an imposing array of ailments. There were many very rich men afflicted with Younger's problem, they knew, and if he were to begin spreading the word about his remarkable rejuvenation at Kirsch's clinic, their fortunes would indeed be made. Julia could not help but admire the thoroughness with which Kirsch had plotted, how he had manipulated young Edie until she had unwittingly become a tool shaped to suit his overriding purpose. At the same time, she felt a twinge of guilt at having participated in the plot: she had always liked the girl and she had not plotted against her without some misgivings. Looking ahead, she tried to imagine Edie in bed with the wizened, shriveled husk of a man that Younger had become. She had seen the ailing millionaire three times and had been repulsed by his physical ugliness, as well as by the extent to which he had ruined his body. The thought of Edie being turned into a vehicle for arousing that creature's lusts sickened her, though she knew very well that she would not be able to do anything to prevent it.
Julia also felt some other emotions as she contemplated the enormity of Kirsch's scheme. She had become very fond of Ray Waller, as well as fervently enamored of his massive prick; she knew that her emotional attachment had become strong enough to provoke Kirsch's condemnation, though she had tried to conceal the extent of her liking for the man. There was no doubt in her mind that Kirsch had arranged the entire tableau, both Edie's meeting with Waller and her own presence in his office to witness their contact, and that Kirsch was in effect punishing her for allowing herself to become too engangled with a patient. She resented her punishment, as well as the cool, calculating way it had been inflicted upon her, but here again she knew that she could do nothing.
"So, at this very moment young Mayfield is further adding to her repertoire of sexual skills," Kirsch said. "I have no doubt that Waller will prove to be a most interesting lover for her. Within a few days the girl ought to be free enough of her inhibitions to provide Younger with just the stimulus he needs in order to recover his sexual powers-at least for a few days! And that is all we need, a few successes for him!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kirsch was in no hurry to initiate the ultimate phase of "Operation Phoenix," as he termed his plan for reviving the flagging sexual ardor of the aging Carter Younger. He wanted to be sure that Edie had thoroughly committed herself to her quest for sexual pleasure and to that end he continued facilitating her experiments with sexuality. Thus the videotapes which played through the set in the girl's room were changed almost daily, providing her with a varying menu of films showing couples, trios and even quartets engaging in every kind of lewd and lascivious activity. A steady stream of pornographic picture magazines flowed in and out of her room, giving her further doses of visual stimulation, and she found that Terry, Waller and several other extremely presentable men were always available for her experiments. Brigitte also visited the girl's room from time to time, always selecting a moment when Edie had been watching the television set or leafing through a luridly illustrated magazine; she continually suggested a variety of homosexual practices to the girl and assured her that a woman could give her every bit as much erotic pleasure as a man.
Edie resisted those suggestions, though she found it impossible to keep from thinking about them. She rightly identified Brigitte as one of the authors of her imprisonment and resented her for it. That resentment was enough to kill any attraction she might have felt toward the woman, attractive as Brigitte was. Nevertheless Edie could recall with startling acuteness the absurdly powerful sensations which had swept outward from her tortured slit when Brigitte had flicked her skilled tongue over her clitoris and delicately -rimmed the opening of her cunt. The violence of the orgiastic release which that contact had engendered left no doubt in her mind that she would find a woman's attentions highly stimulating.
Edie also found herself wondering what it would be like to hold another woman in her arms, cuddling that softly rounded form and stroking her partner into a state of trembling eagerness. She could not deny that the prospect of bestowing upon another the caresses which excited her so vastly had a definite appeal. The thought of brushing her breasts against another woman's breasts gave her a very real sensation of arousal and when she thought of using her tongue to bring a hot, aching pussy to a state of throbbing, pulsating agony she could feel her clitoris hammering away with desperate urgency. She knew from her own experiences, having often tasted her fingers after masturbating, that a pussy had a pleasing and strongly sensual flavor and thus she had no fear of contaminating her mouth by going down on a woman.
Her continued viewing of the videotapes, along with her perusal of the erotic pictures in the magazines, gave her a much more complete understanding of the possibilities which a truly abandoned, loving couple could open up for themselves. She quickly lost her inhibitions about watching such activities and in doing so, of course, developed her own appetites much more completely. The large dildo Brigitte had left in her bedside table proved to be a boon, once she had overcome her reluctance to use it, and she soon developed a considerable skill in working the lewdly shaped tool into her cunt. She also tried using the tool to stimulate her anus, since Terry's defloration of that orifice had proven to be so exciting, and she found that it gave her almost as much pleasure as his prick had done.
Waller proved to be another positive advantage to Kirsch's plan for transforming Edie into a sexual maniac. His appetites for erotic play were strong and he had no qualms about indulging in them. Once Edie discovered that she could bring him to her room, they began resorting to it more frequently, especially after Waller had found that the television showed nothing but sex tapes. In watching his reactions to the tapes, Edie learned much more about the dimensions of the male sexual response and she wasted no time in putting her findings into practice.
Waller's interest in anal sex opened up other dimensions for her. One morning as they were lying on her bed, side by side but with his prick planted deep in her cunt, he reached over her hip and brought the tip of his right middle finger down against her asshole. She started violently at the touch, which sent electrifying shocks of sexual bliss pulsing through her body, and he forced the tip of his finger into that tiny opening. Since his prick had fully dilated her cunt and pressed the anal opening more tightly together, she felt his finger's presence with an exquisite clarity that made her senses tingle faster than ever. Her cunt's generous flow of rich lubricant had produced enough slippery oil to coat her vulva and the crack of her ass with feminine love-dew and thus his finger easily penetrated the tight little crevice. He worked it deeper as she groaned and writhed against him.
"I love it!" Edie breathed. "It's like you were fucking me in both places at the same time! Mmmmm, don't stop, keep on fucking me like that!"
"I wish your arms were long enough for you to get your finger up my asshole," Waller told her. "Yeah, we could both do it to each other at the same time!"
When she expressed surprise at his wanting to be penetrated in that fashion, he explained the nature of the prostate gland, its location and its peculiar susceptibility to stimulation. Edie had never heard of such a gland and she digested his information with something like complete surprise. She promised herself that she would not wait long in putting this news to work for their greater sexual benefit and informed him so. He told her that she could most easily apply the lesson while eating his prick, since her hands would then be in easy reach of his anus. She swore that she would not let many more minutes elapse before putting the lesson into practice and, in fact, would have done so at that very moment, had it not been for the fact that his prick and finger were pushing her too close to the brink of orgasmic oblivion.
As she twisted and turned against him, stimulating herself by thrusting down against his rigid cock and squeezing her buttocks down hard to make her anus grab more desperately at his finger, she felt her womb drawing itself up into a hard, trembling knot of sexual tension. She continued working against him and then felt the release; it was almost as if that knot of tension had become so tightly wound that it burst apart of its own inner pressures and blasted over every part of her body. A high-pitched, quavering scream of absolute sexual agony escaped from her lips as the climax grew more and more intense. Finally, just when it seemed that her entire midsection was going to dissolve into a sheet of flame, she felt his prick begin throbbing with that incomparably powerful ardor. The jets of hot sperm blasted into her womb and eased the torment of the joy which convulsed her loins, though she continued to feel those marvelously exhilarating throbs of pleasure for several more moments.
Before she could implement her intention of fingerfucking his ass while fellating him, an act which seemed more enticing as she thought about it longer, he mentioned a subject which abruptly changed her mind. They were lying together, panting and limp, when he finally stirred and said that he had been with Julia Eyerman the night before. Edie said nothing; she did not feel that Waller was "hers" in any sense of the word, though she was growing to like him more and more. He had already told her of his continuing affair with Julia, of course, and she could not feel any resentment toward him.
"She had some very interesting things to say," he continued. "For example, she told me about Kirsch setting you up that day in the office, when they were supposed to have caught you snooping through the files. You know, they pressured her into doing that-Kirsch told her that he'd fire her and spread the word around all over the country, so that she'd never get another job."
He had her total attention by that time and she pulled away from him in order to sit upright on her bed. She listened as he gave the details of Kirsch's scheme, just as he had learned them from Julia the night before. Edie found it difficult to comprehend the enormity of Kirsch's wily plotting and in fact she would have been very dubious indeed, had it not been for the fact that everything Waller said fitted into a pattern which helped explain everything that had happened to her since that morning when Brigitte had accused her of prying into patients' records. It also explained the misunderstanding about her being in the records room, in fact; she now saw that that had not been a misunderstanding at all, but merely another part of Kirsch's diabolical scheme.
"That sonofabitch!" she exclaimed when she had comprehended the entirety of the man's cunning plan. "He's just using me to make some money off that silly old goat! Why, of all the nerve!"
"Yeah, he's a bastard, well enough," Waller agreed. He looked at Edie for a moment, as if mentally measuring her, and then continued. "Look, I've got a confession of my own to make. When I first started seeing you, I had an idea about using you for my own purposes. No, it wasn't for fucking; it was something else. I thought that maybe if I could get a little help, I could get out of this hellhole and get away. Then I was going to find that wife of mine, the bitch, and shoot her! But now, well, I've decided that she isn't worth shooting. So what I have in mind now is something else: what would you say if you and Julia and I were to break out together? All three of us, we could create enough of a stink that Kirsch wouldn't be able to stop us, he wouldn't dare. I could get back to my lawyers, get an independent medical opinion about my fitness, and then I could cut my wife off with a little allowance, or even divorce her altogether. You and Julia and I, we could go down to Puerto Vallarta, where I've got a beach house, and we could spend a month or two down there, trying to forget all this madness. Come on, Edie, what do you say?"
The girl felt her head reeling dizzily as she listened to Waller's proposal. The thought of getting away from Kirsch was itself enough to excite her greatest interest, but the added bonanza of having plenty of time to spend with Waller made his proposal sound even more inviting. Once she understood the real reason for Julia's participation in the plot, she could no longer hold it against the woman, whom she had always liked and admired, and she found the prospect of sharing him with her friend to be immensely alluring. She enthusiastically agreed to everything he suggested.
Waller almost cried with pleasure when Edie assented to his plan. He told her that he had figured out a way of getting a vehicle from the clinic's big garage, though he would need some help at one stage of the operation. Edie promised to do whatever she could, naturally, and she sealed the bargain with a hearty kiss. Their embrace quickly grew more heated and she felt his prick swelling against her belly as they tongued each other's mouth. She reached down with one hand to take the big tool into her hand and, after caressing it for a moment, stuffed it between her thighs to bring its comforting, hot bulk up snugly against the lips of her pussy. The massive charge of sperm which he had earlier discharged into her cunt had partially seeped from the tight little crevice and lubricated the tops of her thighs enough to permit his cock to slide back and forth freely. She worked her hips to and fro for a time, long enough to get them both fiercely aroused once more, and then she remembered what he had told her about his prostate gland.
"I'm going to do it!" she hissed, pulling back and looking at him with passion-glazed eyes. "I'm going to suck you off and fingerfuck your ass until you shoot off another load, right in my mouth! I'm going to swallow every drop of that sweet come and I'm going to keep on sucking you until you beg me to stop!"
The extent of her ardor was such that Waller could not have refused her, even if he had not been so highly in favor of her scheme. Edie wasted no time in moving about on the bed and bringing her mouth down against the swollen, hot shaft. She deliberately kept her loins away from his face, since she wanted to concentrate solely upon giving him her total attention and bringing him off with as much force as possible. There was always the possibility, if she began rubbing her pussy against his mouth, that he might become so engrossed in sucking her cunt that he would lose some of his passion and thus not give her the full climactic surge which she wanted.
"Mmm, it's too dry," she muttered when she tried forcing the tip of one finger into his asshole. "Here, I'll get some of this stuff and grease you up."
She brought out the tube of lubricant which Brigitte had put on her bedside table and began anointing her finger and the crack of his ass. As she performed that task, Waller noticed the massive dildo lying in the drawer. He took the tool out and fondled it; Edie watched him and concluded that he was trying to imagine her forcing that huge weapon into his ass.
"They left it here for me," she said, blushing slightly at the admission. "That, the magazines, the TV, all of it, it was to get me more into the habit of thinking about sex all the time. I can see that now, sure, but ... well, they succeeded, damn it! No, I don't mean that; I really like it, thinking about screwing and sucking and all that. I just hate them for the reasons they had in mind, that's what I mean. But I've been using it, sure. I can even take that thing in my ass, would you believe it? Ohhh, God, I'd love to let you fuck me in the ass, but now that I understand about Julia, I think now that I ought to let you do it to her first. You know, since you two are so close and all, it would be nicer that way. Hey, what if I were to let you work that thing up my asshole while Julia and I went down on each other? Or maybe she'd like to fuck me in the ass with it while I was fucking you? Mmmm, what a treat!"
"Yeah, I think she'd like that," he mused. "She's already told me several times that she really likes the idea of making out with a woman. She's done it a couple of times, too, and she knows she loves to eat pussy. So I'm positive she'll love making that sweet little cunt of yours drip and throb!"
Edie felt a surge of sensual fire flooding through her loins as she listened. The thought of lying next to Julia, having her open those long, slender thighs to her and offer her pussy to her mouth, gave her clitoris a decided charge of erotic fury. Although she most of all wanted to experience the thrill of having her mouth against a pussy when it exploded with lusty joy, of tasting and feeling a woman's cunt at the moment when it overflowed with orgasmic frenzy, she also thought it would be deliciously exciting to press her pussy down against another and work them both into a mad, ecstatic storm of sexual bliss. It might be possible, she thought, to devise a way of strapping the big dildo around her waist and enabling her to perform a man's part in the sex act; that possibility also excited her considerably.
For the moment, however, there were other considerations to be taken care of. She found it easy enough to put all thoughts of Julia out of her mind and to devote herself to satisfying Waller's libidinous urges. Her well-greased finger now slipped into his anus without difficulty, though she found the opening to be at least as tight as her own. He groaned softly as she penetrated his ass with a gentle thrust of her finger. Remembering that she especially liked that initial sensation of being opened, she slipped her finger back and forth for a few moments so as to give ample stimulation to the rim of the tight little cleft. He groaned louder and she saw his prick throb heavily.
"Don't come yet!" she hissed. "Let me do it to you a little longer! Ohh, I love doing this! I wish I'd thought of it ages ago!"
Once she had decided upon a position which would enable her to work her finger into his ass while forcing her mouth far down upon the stiffened shaft of his prick, she began to exert herself to the utmost. Her tongue glided up and down that rigid tool and caressed it with warm, wet strokes of pure lust. She gradually penetrated his ass to the deepest possible extent, feeling for the secret spot which he had mentioned; she knew that she had found it when he gave a strangled, choking cry of pure sexual agony and lurched upward on the bed.
Not wanting to bring him to a climax at once, she pulled her finger back, though she kept the vital spot's location clearly in mind.
"Ohhhh, that was out of sight!" he muttered in a tight, hoarse voice. "But you're right: hold it back a while and I'll come like a fiend! Just let my balls get charged up again and I'll shoot out a wad of come that'll choke you!"
Edie did not bother answering. Her mouth was fully occupied with his cock and she had no intention of relinquishing it unless for the purpose of sucking up his balls into her mouth. She paid due attention to those large eggs, of course, and her wet, tongue-darting kisses ensured that they quickly generated a full load of the hot, sticky sperm which she loved so well. She found it especially affecting, that his prick was still wet with the residue of their earlier fuck; his sperm, mixed with her cunt's rare ointment, provided the tool with a delicious and intoxicating flavor which was absolutely sexual in its effect on her senses.
She continued fingerfucking his asshole, though she took care not to push her finger deep enough to massage his prostate unduly. From time to time she thrust deep and flicked the tip of her finger over that highly sensitive area; each time she did so, Waller again cried out in distress and heaved about madly on the bed. She could already see that the climactic moment would be a truly memorable one: when he began flooding her mouth with his come, she would shove her finger into his ass as far as it would go and then she would press down hard upon that ultra-sensitive spot. That would ensure that his cock would spurt out an extra-vigorous stream of semen, she thought, and if his previous reactions were any guide, he would go out of his mind with delirious joy.
As she became more and more aroused, she found that her throat muscles were automatically relaxing enough to accommodate his prick. That discovery enabled her to force every inch of his lust-engorged tool into her mouth and she readily accomplished the feat. She felt a special kind of exultation, sensual but also satisfying, at knowing that she had all his cock in her mouth at once. He felt a surge of pleasure too, and began fucking her mouth with stronger enthusiasm than he had earlier shown. Edie would have loved it, had she been able to get both his prick and his balls into her mouth at once but that, of course, was manifestly impossible; his prick was so thick that there was not even room for one of his massive balls, much less both of them. She found that he responded especially well to having the egg-filled sack fondled and caressed while she was taking the head of his cock deep into her throat and curling her hot tongue around the middle portion of the shaft and she began concentrating on that form of sexual stimulation.
Edie had her wits about her to a sufficient extent to realize one drawback to the deep-throating technique: she could see that if his prick began spurting out its load of sperm while it was deep in her throat, the load would bypass her taste buds and she would therefore miss the excitingly piquant flavor of his orgasm. That prospect had no appeal for her and she accordingly decided that when he showed signs of being on the verge of climaxing, she would pull back enough to allow his charge to flow into her mouth and saturate her taste buds with the raw, concentrated essence of male sexuality.
That moment of supreme delight was still lying ahead of them, however, and she continued working her mouth up and down the iron-hard rod of man-muscle which penetrated deep into her throat. Her fingers teased his balls unmercifully as she mouthed him and her other finger continued dipping in and out of his anus. The salacious exercises were having a powerful effect upon Edie too; she could feel her clitoris growing harder by the moment and the lips of her pussy seemed to have swelled out into huge flaps of extremely sensitive flesh. She adjusted her position slightly in order to squeeze her thighs together; the shift enabled her to exert a steady and marvelously thrilling pressure on her heated, superbly charged vulva.
Waller had been caressing her back with light, delicate strokes of his fingertips. That touch had had a vague, gentle eroticism and further contributed to her overall sexual arousal, though it counted for little when measured against the heady excitement generated by his cock working back and forth inside her mouth. As he neared the bursting point, though, he dug the fingers of his left hand into her shoulder and squeezed hard. She interpreted the change correctly, seeing it as a sign of his approaching climax, and she accordingly began increasing the pressure of her mouth on his stiff prick.
"Unngghhh!" Waller groaned. "Mmmmm, you're sucking my balls right up my dick! Ohhhh, get it, Edie, get it all! I'm gonna shoot a load of come down your throat that you won't believe! I'll come until there's nothing left of my balls! I'll give you every drop of it!"
He began pumping his meat into her mouth at a faster pace as he cried out. She could sense that the last stages of sexual excitement were sweeping through his loins and she pushed the middle finger of her right hand deeper into his tightly clenched asshole, penetrating him with a slow, gentle thrust that brought another wheezing, gasping cry of utter delight from his throat. At the same time, she pulled her head back so that only the head of his cock remained clamped in her mouth. This change enabled her to concentrate her tongue's erotically stimulating work on the especially sensitive flange and underside of the tool's big head; she knew already that those were the tenderest spots and she wanted to devote herself to giving him the greatest possible stimulation.
Suddenly his cock throbbed mightily. That first spasm of orgiastic release brought no sperm gushing forth from the big tool but it was quickly followed by another pulsation, even stronger, and she felt a thick jet of hot love-cream spurt against the roof of her mouth. The salty, bittersweet essence of masculine sexual vigor flowed over her taste buds, saturated her tongue and filled her eager mouth with liquid evidence of her work's success. She plunged her finger deeper into his asshole and pressed down hard on his prostate gland. At once he shrieked out in distress and lunged against her, quivering mightily. Every muscle in his body had grown tense and hard as the orgasm had approached and now his frame quivered with ecstatic release. His balls pumped in her left hand and further jets of come, strong and hot with lusty fervor, squirted deep into her waiting mouth. She swallowed the cream with relish and found that she had to do so quickly, lest the plenitude of his discharge fill her mouth to overflowing. Again and again his cock leaped and jerked inside her mouth, each time emitting another blast of that sensually arousing love-cream.
Waller cried out louder as he thrust into her mouth and trembled. She squeezed the foaming head of his prick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, moving her face about in order to generate more friction on that soft, spongy tip, and she continued massaging his prostate. Waller pressed his hips down against the bed, as though he might be trying to pull away from her, but she followed him and would not be dislodged. Finally, when the friction of her tongue and mouth approached the intolerable point, he forcibly pulled her head away from his loins. His prick fell back onto his stomach, pulsed weakly and then quickly lost the last vestige of stiffness. Edie watched the tool's expiration with great intensity and then sighed. She relaxed and lay her head against his belly.
CHAPTER NINE
Edie and Waller left her room as soon as they had recovered from the debilitating effects of that stirring sexual encounter. He insisted on going out into the garden to detail his plan for fleeing the clinic; when Edie questioned the need for that move he suggested that Kirsch might well have a microphone planted in her room. That thought sent a chill of despair flooding over the girl's body, since she realized that it was just the sort of thing Kirsch might do.
In fact, Kirsch had not done so. He had relied on the one-way glass between her room and the one adjoining to provide him with the necessary surveillance, never imagining that anyone would be able to circumvent the many security measures he had installed in and around the clinic. That piece of negligence, slight though it might have seemed, was to be enough to cost him dearly.
"We can't slip away at night," Waller said when they were in the garden. "He's got guard dogs roaming everywhere out here after dark. I've seen them and they're vicious beasts. But I've also seen the guards putting them up in the morning: they call them in at sunrise. So, the time to go will be just as soon as the dogs are put up."
He went on to detail the plan he had worked out for leaving their rooms and making their way to the garages. Edie quickly saw that he had spent a lot of time, and spent it well, in digesting the inner workings of Kirsch's clinic. He had noticed that there was a breach in the security system, a slight relaxation of its rigidity, between sunrise and about eight o'clock in the morning, the time when the patients began getting out of their beds.
"The guard shifts change at eight," he continued, "so if we make our try before then, right after sunrise, the on-duty guards will be at the end of their shift. They ought to be a little off their guard by that time, plus we won't have to worry about the dogs."
He pointed out a route to the garages and said that he knew where he could find some tools to pry open one of the doors. He would be able to wire the ignition of a car or truck in short order and thus he would not need a key at all. Edie listened carefully, knowing that he was inviting her to point out a loophole in his plan, but she could see none. When she agreed that his plan was a good one, she naturally asked why he had not put it into practice before.
"It was only the day before yesterday that I figured out how to get at the tools for breaking into the garage," he said. "And by that time ... well, I wanted to see if you'd go along with me. I've already mentioned it to Julia and she's red-hot to go. She wants you to go along too, naturally; she thinks it would be great for the three of us to go down to that place in Mexico that I've got."
She felt a sudden rush of sexual exhilaration upon hearing that Julia wanted her to accompany them on their exodus into that far-off land. A feeling of warm affection, sexual but also comradely, swept over her body and she immediately visualized herself straining against that long, supple body, burying her face in the woman's steamy loins-she supposed that Julia, a natural brunette, would have a very dark and hairy pubic bush-and the thought sent flashes of hot desire flooding over her own body. One scene from a pornographic movie she had watched on her television immediately flashed into her mind: a tiny, ultra-petite black girl and a much taller, very buxom blond woman were devouring each other with evident gusto. The black girl had been atop the blonde, lying over her in a reversed position in order to offer her own toothsome little pussy to the blonde while running her tongue over the woman's wet slit A compactly built Oriental man had completed the scene. Possessed of a truly formidable prick, he had knelt behind the black girl and had begun introducing his swollen cock into the girl's anus. The blonde had prepared that orifice by rimming her and lubricating the opening with saliva; she had also guided the man's prick into the tiny little orifice and had then begun alternating between licking the girl's pussy and sucking on the Oriental's dangling balls. The trio had given Edie one of the most telling sexual experiences she had ever known and she naturally saw herself, Julia, and Waller duplicating that exciting tableau.
"Yes, that sounds great," she said after a moment. Waller could see the excitement in her eyes and knew that she would be ready for whatever form of sexual play he or Julia might want to suggest. "Mmmm, I'd love to be down there with both of you. I've got a lot to make up to Julia; I've thought some awful thoughts about her ever since that morning when Brigitte found me. But now that I know how they were pressuring her, I can see that she didn't have any choice in the matter. Yes, I'll go along!"
"Good, tomorrow's the day," Waller said. "You'll have to be awake and ready to move by about six-thirty. Can you manage that? You won't be able to take anything with you, I guess, but we'll be able to buy everything we need once we get to a town somewhere."
Edie assured him that she would be ready to leave at the designated time. He out-lined a route which would take her from her room to a spot where he and Julia would collect her. Once again she saw how carefully he had laid his plans: he knew exactly where the guards were posted inside and outside the building, as well as the paths they took in going to and from their various posts, and he described a method which would enable her to move through the clinic without being detected.
Edie felt immensely excited when she returned to her room. Only a part of that excitement was sexual in nature; she naturally experienced a sensation of relief and something like euphoria when she realized that she was going to be able to flee the clinic and escape the dreadful future which Kirsch had plotted for her. She could feel nothing but repugnance for Carter Younger, no matter how many oil wells and millions of dollars he had, and the knowledge that she would not be serving as his sexual guinea pig, so to speak, made her feel very good indeed.
Once back in her room, Edie found it impossible to sit still and collect her thoughts in a rational manner. She wandered impatiently about the room, decided several times to visit another part of the clinic and each time rejected the choice before leaving her room. Finally she switched on the television and turned the selector knob to her favorite film, the one showing the tiny black girl with the big blonde and the Oriental man. The film had its usual fiery effect on her and before long she lay back on her bed, spread her thighs wide and began stroking the lips of her pussy.
She held those deliciously charged flaps of ultrasensitive flesh between the tips of her forefingers, pressing them lightly together, and nudged her hips upward. The ever-changing images on the television screen still had a vast power to excite her sensuality and she could feel her clitoris beginning to yammer for a release from the tension which had brought it to such a stiff, quivering state. Edie ignored those signals of erotic distress for a time and concentrated her attention on the screen before her eyes.
The two women in the film masturbated themselves and each other with a fine, knowing skill. The Oriental sat on the big bed beside them, toying with his cock, but they ignored him for the moment. Edie felt an especially acute dart of sexual arousal pierce her cunt when she saw the black girl kneel down between the big woman's thighs and begin rubbing her small but perfectly formed breasts against the lividly aroused slit at the base of the woman's belly. The camera zoomed in for a close-up and clearly depicted the black girl's conical nipples traversing that sensually moistened trench between the lips of the woman's pussy; Edie could not help imagining herself in exactly that same pose, fucking Julia's tender pussy with her own nipples. The image had a great deal of sexual power for her and she felt her cunt beginning to tighten up and demand stronger treatment. She ignored those demands for a moment, wanting to watch the next scene.
Once the black girl had thoroughly anointed her nipples with the woman's ripe, rich pussy juices, she straightened up and lay over the woman, offering those sensually coated breasts to her mouth. Edie felt another powerful charge of sexual electricity pound through her loins as she watched; that act had impressed her as one of the most singularly arousing sights she had ever seen. An expression of vast pleasure came over the black girl's lovely face as the big blonde kissed her breasts and licked every trace of her own cunt off those delicately curved mounds.
"Mmmm, what if Julia were to be doing that to me?" Edie asked herself. "Yeah, right after he'd fucked me silly, when his come was dripping out of my cunt and I was so wet and turned on! Mmmm, wouldn't I just love to kiss those breasts of hers then! Hey, what if she didn't like the taste of come, though? Maybe she doesn't like going down on him after they've had a good fuck!"
Edie consoled herself with the thought that it would not be too long before she learned the answer to that question. For the moment, she had more pressing concerns and to them she turned her attention. She reached into the bedside table, never taking her eyes off the television, and brought out the big dildo, along with the tube of lubricating jelly. She carefully anointed the tool with the jelly and then reached down to distribute another blob of the slippery stuff about her anus. She lubricated the inner surfaces as well as the rim of that awesomely tender opening, pushing her finger in as far as it would go, and then removed it, only to bring the cleverly molded tip of the tool down against her asshole.
Edie had been conscientiously exercising her ass ever since Terry had first penetrated it. At first she had been very diffident, even reluctant, about doing so, but her powerfully erotic nature demanded a full exploration of that tender canal. She had gradually built up her powers until she could force most of the big tool into her ass and had found that that sensation, together with the way she could run her fingers over her clitoris and into the mouth of her cunt, was enough to give her heady relief of a very high order.
As she began pressing against the tool's base and guiding the tip into her ass, she closed her eyes and tried to visualize Waller's big prick. She found it simple enough to submit to her fantasy and in short order she was almost completely convinced that he was kneeling at her rump and shoving his cock into her asshole. At the same time, she fluttered her fingers over her pussy's darkened lips and gently caressed her stiff, throbbing clitoris. It was not unlike having another finger her there, she decided, and that additional fantasy gave her a full measure of erotic arousal.
Edie's asshole had become somewhat accustomed to accepting the generous girth of the big dildo, though she still had to grit her teeth in order to get the tool properly started into place. It stretched and dilated her anus to a prodigious degree and put a fearful strain on her anal sphincter, though she believed that she was gaining much more facility in taking the tool; in any case, she knew that it invariably raised her sexual excitement to an almost unbearable pitch. She therefore concentrated on relaxing her ass as much as possible and forcing the tool deeper into her rump. It helped, she found, if she concentrated on Waller's swollen cock and imagined that he was fucking her ass, shoving that marvelously thrilling lance into her rear, and she knew deep in her heart that feeling his hot, hard prick pierce her ass would give her vastly more pleasure than the inanimate tool in her hand.
Moreover, Waller's cock would certainly be able to supply a thrill that the dildo could never give her: she would be able to feel his come spurting deep into her bowels when he had reached the limits of his endurance and fucked himself into a mad, gasping frenzy of sensual ecstasy. She vividly remembered the electrifying charges of erotic madness which had possessed her own body when Terry had begun coming inside her ass; that fantastic experience alone had been enough to make her yearn for more of that pleasure ever since.
And if Julia were there, eagerly cooperating and doing her part to make the session even livelier, Edie felt sure that she would probably faint dead away from the overwhelming force of her climax. The mere thought of the woman leaning over her and lightly tonguing her clit, or perhaps dipping the tip of a finger into the mouth of her cunt and working it around the super-sensitive rim of that drastically sensitized cleft. Her own finger crept down there and dipped between the moist, passionately swollen lips to search out the nerve-packed opening. She positioned her hand so that her palm rested lightly against her clitoris while her finger penetrated the rim of her cunt. She had used the middle finger to pierce that fragrant, juicy orifice and now she brought the fingers alongside it into play so that she could squeeze the tingling lips of her pussy against that finger.
Having thus positioned her hand in a way that enabled her to bring the maximum pressure to bear against every part of her vulva, Edie now began concentrating on getting the dildo shoved deeper into her asshole. She relished the deep piercing sensation and forced the big, arrow-shaped tip farther up her rectum. It slid into place easily, thanks to the ample lubrication she had provided, and her asshole had now relaxed to the point where she felt no pain at all. The man-sized prong slid deep and she felt its base snuggle up against her buttocks. She pressed even harder against it in order to drive it all the way home and held it there for a moment, glorying in the voluptuous sensations of erotic delight which the extra-deep penetration afforded her.
Edie then began working the dildo back and forth inside her ass. She used a wrist stroke which enabled her to withdraw the tool for about half its length, a tactic which gave her the in-and-out motion she desired but which also allowed her to rest her arm on the bed underneath her hip and gain a fuller measure of control over the action. At the same time, she increased the pressure of her other hand and began stroking her pussy with more decided vigor. She brought the palm of her hand down firmly against her straining, throbbing clitoris and at once let out a low, whimpering groan of absolute sexual agony as the heavier contact released a flood of piercing emotions within her body.
Those emotions quickly built themselves up into a flood tide of sexual feeling. As the sensations multiplied within the depths of her tortured cunt and spread throughout her body, she stiffened her thighs and forced her hips up off the bed. Heavy tremors pulsed through her muscles and her eyes glazed over with a film of passionate intensity. Low, whimpering grunts of ecstatic endeavor escaped from her throat, gradually rising in pitch until she gave a weak, shrill cry of total surrender and collapsed upon the bed, gasping and quivering with relief. Her hands fell away from her loins and she turned onto her side, drawing her knee up against her breasts as the ennui of total sexual enervation swept over her body. The dildo, forgotten now that it had served its lascivious purpose, slipped from her anus and fell to the bed.
Exhausted from the variety of orgiastic sensations which had pulsed through every portion of her body, Edie slept briefly. When she awoke, she felt totally refreshed. She recalled Waller's instructions and at once felt a rush of excited anticipation. Even though it would be several hours before they were to initiate the moves necessary for fleeing the clinic, she began rehearsing their various parts and the role she would have to play in Waller's scheme. Again she tried to find a weakness in his plan but once more she had to admit that it looked foolproof. Everything would depend on exact timing but she had no doubt that they would be able to carry it off without difficulty.
By five-thirty the next morning, she had decided that she would indeed be able to carry away a small part of her belongings. She would be able to use her pillowcase, she saw, and as she prepared to leave her room for the last time she stuffed all the pornographic magazines, the dildo and the tube of lubricating jelly into it. Waller had already told her that he enjoyed looking at pictures of sexual activity and he had assured her that Julia shared that interest. The magazines might help give them ideas for ways in which to amuse themselves, she reasoned, and the dildo would certainly be a useful accessory once they had gotten to a place secure enough to allow them space and time for sexual frolicking.
Edie remained in her room until the appointed time and then fled down the corridor, wearing only her hospital gown. She had rolled her robe into a tight ball and stuffed it into the pillowcase too; they would need their robes once they had reached a town and were in a position to buy some clothing. She made her way to the spot Waller had designated just in time to see him and Julia approaching from another corridor. They smiled excitedly and hurried on. Waller opened a door leading out to the garages and motioned for them to follow him.
"Okay, this is it," he murmured softly when Julia and Edie had come up behind him. "The guard is about twenty feet away, around this corner."
They nodded and looked at each other for a moment, eager but also fearful. They stripped off their clothing-a short nylon nightgown for Julia, the open-backed hospital gown for Edie-and saw the awakening desire on each other's face. Edie felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, accompanied by a quick dart of erotic excitement, when she saw Julia's naked body. The woman's small but exquisitely firm breasts rode proudly on her ribcage; her nipples, already stiff and dark with lusty arousal, pointed slightly off-center and looked especially fetching. Neither of them seemed affected by the sharp early morning chill.
"I've been waiting for this so long!" Julia whispered as she opened her arms to embrace the girl. "Mmmm, you're so beautiful! I couldn't ever blame Ray for getting hot over you!"
She prevented Edie from replying by fastening her mouth over the girl's lips and working her tongue between them. Edie felt an even stronger sensation of total sexual desire as Julia's hot, darting tongue caressed her own, when she felt those beautifully shaped breasts pressing into her own. She leaned forward to thrust her pelvis up snugly against Julia's; the curling masses of pubic fur fitted together almost perfectly. Edie strained harder and succeeded in generating enough pressure to exert a strain on her clitoris, though that organ did not directly touch Julia; the strain nevertheless gave her an electrifying shock of pure erotic exhilaration.
"Here, let me get my robe spread out," Julia hissed. "Quick! We don't have much time!"
She spread her robe on the cement sidewalk and lay flat upon it. Edie quickly knelt over her, straddling her face with her knees and bringing her own face down between Julia's spreading thighs. The woman's slit, already dark and wetly flushed with sensual fevers, winked up at her and she brought her lips down firmly against the hot, lividly aroused pussy. Julia's rich, cunty taste inflamed her senses with new hungers and a low, groaning cry of delight slipped from her throat; the cry became louder when she felt Julia's tongue dart about over the outer surfaces of her pussy and then spear between the lips to probe the cunt's opening. She darted her own tongue forth and returned the favor. The taste of fully aroused womanhood, far stronger inside that magical cleft, inflamed her brain with raw hungers and she began devouring the woman's cunt with all the strength she would muster. At the same time, she pressed her pussy down harder upon Julia's waiting face and twisted about slightly, just enough to make her clitoris sing and throb in an especially telling way.
Their cries and muffled grunts of ecstatic pleasure quickly attracted the guard's attention. Waller waited at the corner, holding a big wrench he had earlier secreted in his room. He had wrapped a pair of socks around the head of the wrench, so as to lessen the effects of the blow he intended landing, and now held the crude bludgeon high. As the guard turned the corner and halted, paralyzed by the sight of the writhing, naked female bodies, Waller brought the wrench down hard. He struck the man in the back of the head and he pitched forward without so much as a single sound.
"Grab your things and come on," Waller hissed. 'I'll get the garage door open!"
He dashed across the open space and opened the garage doors with a crowbar he had brought along for that purpose. The tool bit deep into the wood but held when he heaved backward. He pried the door open enough to wreck the lock inside and then pushed it the rest of the way up. He hurried into the garage and opened the door of a new station wagon, the first vehicle in line. Kirsch had not bothered ordering the cars locked and thus they gained a few extra moments. He managed to cross the ignition wires without difficulty and started the big, powerful engine smoothly enough. Edie and Julia settled into place beside him and threw their belongings into the back seat.
"We've done it!" he muttered as he backed the station wagon out of the garage, wheeled it about and sped past the side of the clinic. "They'll never get us now!"
Kirsch had relied upon his system of guard dogs and security men to give him all the protection he needed at his clinic. The miles of barren desert around the site made it un-likely that any patient would ever try fleeing on foot and thus he had seen no need for fences or gates. Once they had secured a vehicle, they were home free and any kind of pursuit would be foolish.
"What if he calls ahead?" Edie suggested. "You know, tells the cops that three people have escaped from the clinic?"
"He can't take that chance," Julia told her. "I have a lot of friends in town and they know I work there. They'll never believe his word against mine and he knows it. He'll just sit quiet and hope that we don't expose him!"
Julia's explanation satisfied her and she sat back, breathing easier. They had felt an energizing burst of euphoria upon driving away from the clinic, a natural reaction, but they quickly settled down to enjoy the ride. Waller kept watching the rear view mirror but saw no sign of any pursuit. After they had congratulated themselves on having brought off the escape so well, Edie and Julia then realized that they were both stark naked. That thought gave them both a moment's pause, during which they silently examined each other.
Edie felt certain that her desire was showing on her face as she ran her eyes over the woman's lovely body. Julia's breasts, larger than her own, looked immensely inviting and she found it difficult to keep from reaching out to stroke those lush, ripely curved mounds of soft flesh. She could see that Julia was already excited; her nipples had hardened into firm, dark cones that tapered out to needle-like points and the areolas behind them had flushed into big, maroon-hued circles of excited flesh. Looking down, Edie saw that her own nipples had assumed a similar texture and shape and she blushed slightly at her own readiness to proclaim her sexual interest
"What did you bring in that pillow case?" Julia asked.
Edie answered by reaching over into the back seat and retrieving the cotton envelope. She reached into the bag and brought out the magazines, then showed Julia the big dildo she had brought from her room. Julia's eyes widened with surprise when she saw the formidable tool; there was also a sudden flash of interest there, too. She took the instrument in her hands and fondled it with tender, inquisitive fingers, gasping slightly as she did so.
"Mmmmm, it just feels super sexy!" she murmured. "I suppose Brigitte left this in your room? Along with the magazines? Yes, it sounds like something she would do the bitch! You know, she pretended that she was interested in your case only because of the scientific implications, but I believe that she really got a real thrill out of helping make you so much more sexual!"
"In some ways, I guess, it was a dreadful thing to do, manipulating a person the way they did me," Edie said, "but still ... well, I do like it better this way! Why, you could almost say that they liberated me! I'm sure that I'd never have had the nerve to make all those discoveries by myself!"
"Is it true that they managed to work it so that you liked being fucked in the ass?" Julia asked. "I heard them talking about it but I just couldn't be sure that it was really happening. The reason I ask is ... well, I guess you know that Ray's really turned on about doing it that way. And me, I'd love to be able to give it to him, too! But I've always had this fear about it, about maybe it would hurt too much or something!"
Edie assured her that it was possible to enjoy a prick in one's asshole. She went on to explain how Kirsch and the others had brought her to a state where she could accommodate a prick with her anus and she assured the woman that the sensations were especially acute and highly sexual in nature.
"In fact, I've done it to myself several times with that thing," she admitted. "It's not as good as having a man do it, but it's awfully damned good, I can tell you that! Oh, I hope you can learn to do it, Julia; I know that Ray would like it and I'll bet you'd find that if s just out of sight too!"
"I know I'm sensitive enough," Julia said. "I mean, we've done it sometimes where he was fingerfucking me in the ass while he was going down on me, or while we were fucking, and I just had this feeling like I was melting inside!"
"Well, if you can get off on his finger, you'll go out of your head when you feel his cock boring into your ass and shooting out a big, hot load of come," Edie promised her, "I know, it sounds impossible, but believe me, Julia, when it happens you'll see that I'm telling the truth! Sure, it'll hurt a little when he first puts it in you; didn't it hurt some the first time you screwed a guy? Well, it's the same when you first let a guy fuck you in the ass-you've got to learn how to do it, how to let yourself relax and get those muscles back there loose and easy for him. But I'm telling you, the pleasure is worth every bit of it!"
Edie's animated exposition of the joys of anal intercourse inevitably affected her. As she explained the wonders of that mode of lovemaking to Julia, she became intensely aroused. Waller had turned on the vehicle's heater to dispel the early morning chill and a blast of hot air came from a vent directly in front of her, blasting between her legs. She unconsciously spread her thighs a bit in order to let that vaguely sensual gust of air play directly upon her pussy and, as she continued expounding the marvels of sodomy, she began stroking her thighs. Sitting there between Julia and Waller further aroused her and within a short time she felt her clitoris swell up and begin throbbing dully.
"God, I'm just impossible!" she said when she realized what had happened. She blushed becomingly, but she could not conceal the obvious fact. "Just talking about it's gotten me turned on already!"
"Go ahead, work yourself off!" Julia impulsively said. "Do it while we're driving! And here, you can use this thing too!"
She handed the dildo to Edie, who greedily accepted it. The girl looked at both of them and saw that they were eager to watch her masturbate. At first the notion seemed too bizarre to be tolerated but then she found herself warming to the thought: there was definitely an erotic thrill to demonstrating her sexual skills, she found, and she found that she actively wanted to give herself the erotic release which her body demanded.
"All right, I'll do it," she agreed, "but you'll have to help me, Julia! I'll fuck myself with that tool-even fuck myself in the ass!-but I think it would be ever so much sexier if you were to oil it up for me!"
"You mean...." Julia said, her eyes widening with surprise as she comprehended the girl's meaning.
"Yes! Put it in your cunt first! Let it get all slippery with your juices so it'll go in easier! Mmmmmm, I think that would be the living end!"
Edie quickly found the tube of lubricant and applied a portion of it to her anus. She had to lie back in the seat and position her feet on the dashboard in order to bring her anus within reach; she found it excruciatingly sensual to work the ultra-slippery gel into her asshole while both of them watched with fascination. Waller had slowed the station wagon to a snail's pace but he did not stop altogether; he still did not fully believe that Kirsch would allow them to get away without at least an effort at stopping them. Julia hesitated for only a moment before enthusiastically agreeing to cooperate with Edie's bawdy scheme. Upon considering the proposal, she had to admit that using the tool on herself before turning it over to Edie would have an intensely erotic thrill.
"Yes, and it'll almost be like we were doing it to each other!" Julia said aloud. "God, it felt so good back there, when we were putting on that show to attract the guard's attention! Yes, I'll help you, Edie, and when we finally get to a motel and have some breathing space, I'll do it to you! You don't know this, but I've always had a fantasy about this sort of thing: I'd really like to pretend that I was a man, with a big cock and all, and make it with a girl!"
"I'll hold you to that," Edie promised. "I could feel it back there too-the sex flowing between us, the electricity we were generating! Maybe after a while, after you've learned how to take his cock in your ass, we can all do it to each other! You could fuck me in the ass with the tool while he's behind you, feeding his prick up your asshole! Or ... yeah, that'd be even better, maybe ... you could fuck him in the ass while he's fucking me!"
"Oh, that's too much!" Waller exclaimed with obvious delight. "That's more than even I'd ever dreamed about!"
