The past five years have seen a great many startling-some might even say shocking changes in the American way of life. Particularly among the young, new methods of solving old problems have been very much in vogue. Seeking alternatives to the life styles and values of their elders, they embark on strange experiments in free love, communal living, trial marriages, and other innovations.
And who can say they are entirely wrong? For years the emptiness of the affluent suburban life has been a topic of discussion and concern in national magazines and newspapers. The statistics of divorce, alcoholism, wife swapping, and nervous breakdowns among the middle-aged speak eloquently of a painful lack in the lives of those who, in other times, would have served as examples and guides to the young. Who can blame them for rejecting the moral values and social customs so obviously unsatisfying to their elders?
Sad to say, however, the innocence of youth often leaves it prey to the unscrupulous designs of those who turn every attempt at constructive change to their own advantage. Motivated by the highest ideals, young people often throw themselves into the mainstream of modern life too soon, and discover when it is too late that they are ill-equipped to recognize and combat the moral and emotional snares that surround them.
One such couple is Ralph and Barbara Williams. Only recently married, they are trying to make their way in the world without the help and guidance of parents. He is a struggling law student, and she, the daughter of a wealthy industrialist who disowned her when she married her socially "inferior" husband; they are straining to adjust to the emotional, financial and sexual demands of marriage, with no star to guide them, nowhere to turn in difficulty.
In a sincere effort to find help for their mounting difficulties, they are introduced to the Life Unlimited House, a bizarre communal living arrangement run by amoral and depraved people. Suddenly, exposed to a decadence beyond their wildest dreams, their lives are swept out of their own control into a moral twilight world from which one doubts they will ever emerge unscathed.
Their true to life story is told with searing honesty by author Mark Townsend, whose vivid prose will keep the reader absorbed from start to finish. There are those who may find this novel too brutal, too honest, but the discerning will realize that it exposes an aspect of modern life that cannot be ignored. If the values that we cherish are to survive this confused and confusing time, we must be aware of where the dangers lie.
We, the publishers, are grateful to Mr. Townsend for this evocative novel, which may well become one of the classics of its time.
-The Publishers Sausalito, California June, 1972
CHAPTER ONE
In the kitchen of his two-and-a-half room apartment on East Seventy-Seventh Street, Ralph Williams, a dark haired, muscular young man of twenty-two, was hard at work. A semicircle of textbooks, class notes, empty coffee cups, and full ashtrays was heaped around him on the table. The day was hot, as only New York can be in early June, a preview of the long, sticky summer ahead.
"Christ, maybe I should stick to being a grease monkey," he muttered to himself, brushing a strand of moist dark hair off his glistening forehead. Dark circles of sweat had formed on his tee-shirt, making him feel soggy and uncomfortable. This, combined with the dryness of the volumes surrounding him law books for the most part-made it hard for him to concentrate.
There were other distractions, too. Through the half-open door that separated the small but cheerful kitchen from the adjoining sleeping alcove, he could see the naked body of his voluptuous nineteen year old blonde wife, who had just emerged from the shower. The angle of the door prevented him from seeing her clearly, but he caught tantalizing flashes of her lush young figure as she moved back and forth between the bed and the dresser.
Leaning back in his chair, he lit a cigarette and absorbed himself in tracing with his eye the delicate curve that started at her shoulder blades, sloped downward to the small of her back, then swelled outward to become the roundest, firmest buttocks he had ever seen in his life.
And he had seen plenty, too. Two years in the Marine Corps had taken him in and out of every brothel in Germany and Hawaii, and he figured there wasn't much of anything he hadn't done with a woman by the time he'd been discharged. He'd done enough, anyway, to be sure of what he wanted when he got out: an education so he could get ahead in life, and a wife with the class to go with him. Now he was going to law school on the G. I. Bill; and as for his wife, she was everything he'd dreamed of and more!
The ambitious young student took a deep drag on his cigarette, still watching her through the half-open door as she wound her long ash-blonde hair, which hung almost to her waist, into a neat twist at the nape of her slender neck, turning her sensually naked body as she did so and giving him a clear view of her opulent, pink-tipped breasts.
Sometimes he still couldn't believe his good fortune was real. In the small New England town where they had both grown up, they definitely lived on opposite sides of the tracks-he the son of a millworker, she the daughter of Mark Wentworth, a multi-millionaire industrialist who seemed to forget that he'd started with nothing himself, at least when his daughter's choice of a husband was at issue. They had married six months earlier over his bitter objections. To Barbara's disappointment, her father hadn't even come to their wedding.
The door to the bedroom opened, and his young wife emerged clad in a pair of brightly printed shorts that set off her long legs to perfection and a skimpy halter top that exposed her deep cleavage. Ralph felt his penis begin to awaken inside his tight Levi's at the sight of her.
"Hey, baby," he said, impulsively reaching out and pulling her to him as she passed the chair, "have I told you lately you have a quality ass?"
"You're supposed to be studying," his bride protested, trying to wriggle out of his muscular arms which encircled her buttocks as he buried his head in the yielding softness of her abdomen.
"Everything about you is quality," he continued, ignoring her attempts to free herself. "From the top of your beautiful, sexy head to the tips of your beautiful, sexy toes. And one of these days, baby, I am gonna cover every luscious inch of you in more diamonds and furs than those jerks you should've married even know exist!"
"Ralph, stop it!" Barbara objected, as he slipped one strong hand under the loosely tied halter and gripped the ripe, succulent mounds of her breasts. "The window's open! The neighbors might see!"
"Who cares?" Ralph muttered, taking one of her pale, perfectly shaped nipples into his mouth and sucking until it stood out from the surrounding areole in a stiff, pyramidal point.
"I do!" his slim, attractive bride declared firmly, pushing him away and readjusting the flimsy halter. "Now get back to work!"
"I guess you're right," the dark-haired youth replied, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice as he reluctantly loosened his grip. Always the same thing, he couldn't help thinking. Not tonight, Ralph, I have (a) my period (b) a headache, (c) I'm just not in the mood, (d) all of the above.
Barbara busied herself with clearing the table, nervously trying to deny the tension in the air. Yet she, too, knew they had problems, and that they were largely her fault. She hated it when Ralph just attacked her that way. At least part of her hated it and felt compelled to resist. But somewhere in her consciousness she knew that she craved it too, in an obscure way she didn't understand. She had put on the sexy top precisely because she knew that the sight of her full, lush breasts never failed to excite him, but something always frightened her just when she got what she wanted.
It wasn't only her husband's forthright sexuality, deep down, she knew it was a nameless terror at her own passion that kept her firmly in check. No matter how she tried, she couldn't allow herself to truly enjoy the pleasures of marriage.
"It seems funny not to have Jeannie popping in every night," she said, trying to fill the humid silence with conversation.
"Can't say I mind the difference particularly."
"I do. She's so ... so different from anyone else I've ever met."
"That's for sure," Ralph muttered sarcastically.
"Oh, Ralph, why don't you like her? In all the time she lived next door you were always making snide remarks and picking fights, no matter how nice she tried to be."
"I guess I just don't have any patience with all her crazy schemes. Seems like a big waste of time to me."
"Well, not everybody wants to spend all their time buried in books," Barbara replied, a little huffily, resenting his slurs at her only friend in the city. She and Jeannie worked together at the college administration office, and it had been Jeannie who told the young couple that the apartment next to hers was vacant. The two girls had become very close during the months they lived next door. For Barbara it meant someone to talk to, a girl friend to share secrets with and keep her company, particularly on the nights Ralph worked as a mechanic at an all night garage.
Although only nineteen, like Barbara herself, Jeannie had an air of worldliness and sophistication that the young bride, fresh from a quiet little town in New England, found fascinating. An art student, she supported herself by waitressing at the Dockside, a West Side bar, dimly lit, and in Barbara's eyes, terribly chic. She listened intently to Jeannie's tales of woe about her successive lovers, her financial problems, and her "head," which seemed to be an all-inclusive term for anything that was bothering her at the moment.
"Oh, Barbara," she would moan, "I've just got to get my head together!"
Then suddenly everything changed. Jeannie decided to move into a commune over on the Palisades, just across the Hudson from Manhattan. Except it wasn't a regular commune, at least not like the ones Barbara had read about in magazines. Called the Life Unlimited House, it was apparently some kind of a franchise organization run by a man named Rick Coretti. Jeannie couldn't sing his praises enough.
"Barbara, he's a saint! That man is saving my life! Literally! He's just so understanding. And he knows so much about people's hang-ups and sexual defenses. And he's letting me do murals on the wall. He says it's good therapy, and I just know this is it! Everything I've been looking for!"
Restlessly, Barbara wandered around the kitchen which, despite her efforts at homemaking, seemed particularly cheerless to her.
"Jeannie says she's got a huge room all her own with a view of the river."
"Good for her."
"She says there's a lot of room in the house. Oh, Ralph, maybe we could live there, if it's really as nice as she says!"
"Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not kidding at all. Jeannie says it's a big old house with lots of rooms and a garden and really nice, intelligent people. It would be so nice to live in a place like that!"
"Instead of a dump like this, right?" Angered, Ralph threw his ball-point pen down on the table. "That's what you mean, isn't it?" He was sensitive on the subject of their living conditions, always aware, though Barbara tried never to mention it, that she was accustomed to a much more lavish environment. The house she had grown up in was practically a mansion.
"No, that's not it at all!" Barbara corrected him. "It's just that they're really into exploring alternate life styles."
"Alternate life styles, what kind of bull is that? The only alternatives those fakers are interested in is how to live off the fat of the land without doing any work!"
"That's not true. Jeannie says Rick Coretti is a very responsible businessman who really enjoys helping people. They do yoga, and they have classes right in the house, and everybody works out their problems together. And they share expenses, so everybody has time to do the things they really want to do, instead of having to work all the time."
"What kind of classes do they have?" Ralph asked.
"I'm not really sure. I think it's yoga and sensitivity training and things like that."
"Sensitivity training?" Ralph hooted. "You mean those expensive group gropes for people who aren't getting any? That sounds like it's right up Jeannie's alley!" Unlike his wife, Ralph found Jeannie a boring phony, perpetually disorganized and ready to turn her life over to anybody with a big cock or a convincing line.
"I think you're being very mean," his wife objected. "I read some articles about it, and a lot of people are really helped by those things. I'd even like to try it myself. ... only if you were with me, of course."
"Oh no!" Ralph groaned. "Don't tell me she's got you going now, too?"
"Well, according to Jeannie, a lot of people come just for the classes, and they're not very expensive. It might be interesting," she finished dejectedly, seeing the sour look on her husband's face.
"Well, forget it," he said shortly. "We don't have money to throw away on a bunch of hippie swindlers."
Barbara felt a wave of resentment go through her at his abrupt dismissal of her idea.
"I think you're being very unfair," she said angrily, although she knew she should drop the subject. "You're always complaining that I'm unwilling to explore new things, and then as soon as I suggest something we could do together, you say no! Maybe sensitivity training would do you some good!" she snapped with an angry toss of her head.
Ralph struggled to keep his temper. "In what way do you think it would do me some good?" he asked evenly.
"Well, Jeannie says the classes are wonderful for people who are ... are having sexual problems," she blurted out, regretting her words as soon as she had spoken them.
The young student glared angrily at his wife, who avoided his eyes. She knew she had struck a nerve, and now was frightened at what his reaction might be. They had frequently exchanged angry words recently, usually on something related to sex;'and Barbara was afraid they were now on the verge of another quarrel.
"I don't think our sexual problems are the kind the Life Unlimited House could help," he declared, making a point of turning his attention back to his books.
But Barbara wouldn't let the subject drop. "And just what do you mean by that?" she demanded icily.
"I mean that if you didn't react as though I were trying to rape you every time I touch you, things might be a lot more pleasant around here."
Barbara's eyes opened wide in outrage. "Well!" she began in a tone of haughty injury. "Maybe if you were more of a gentleman, things would be more pleasant too. At least for me, if that matters."
"Would you like valentines and flowers every time we fuck?" her husband countered with maddening calm. He could feel himself becoming tense and angry, his temper nearly at the boiling point.
"Oh!" the angry young wife cried, jumping up from her chair. "It might be better than snide sarcasm, at least. Maybe you're right. You don't need sensitivity training. You should start with common courtesy!"
Bursting into tears, she fled into the bedroom, slamming the door so hard behind her that the whole room seemed to shake.
"Goddamnit, I've had about enough of this," Ralph shouted, storming after her. His nineteen year-old bride had flung herself face down on the bed and was sobbing into her pillow. She raised her head when he came into the room. Her eyes were red and tears streamed down her cheeks. He thought she looked like a child having a temper tantrum.
"I've had enough too," she wailed, "you don't care about me at all. All you're interested in is your studies and that damn garage! I'm just a housemaid to you, somebody to cook and clean and put out on demand!!"
Although both knew they were being unreasonable, they were powerless to stop the bitter words that rose all too easily to their lips. Barbara's latest accusation made him see red. After all the months of restraining himself, of being patient, and now to be called an insensitive brute by the very woman he'd been trying to woo gently was more than he felt he deserved.
"Okay, baby," he said, his voice shaking with anger, "if that's the way you think it is, I'm demanding-right now!"
In one angry gesture, he pulled off his tee-shirt and flung it across the room and began undoing his belt.
"What ... what are you doing," Barbara asked, frightened at the change in his tone.
"You want sensitivity training? Help with our sexual problems?" he spat, tossing his belt after the shirt and ripping open his button-front Levi's. "Okay, let's have a little introductory demonstration right now! In the privacy of your own home!"
"Don't you come near me," the startled young blonde commanded, her tears forgotten as she retreated to the far side of the bed. "DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME!!!"
But her outraged husband was not to be stopped. His pent-up anger and frustration had finally erupted with the force of a volcano, transforming him for the moment into a raging demon, determined to have his way. His wife's fear and anger only served to increase his intensity. He was going to have her now, get the release he'd been aching for all the long months of their marriage. Furiously he kicked off his pants, and his long thick penis shot angrily erect, hard as steel. Crudely he seized the massive shaft in his hands and leered down at his now terrified wife.
"So, I'm not considerate enough for your refined tastes, huh?" he shouted. "Well, baby, it's time you came down off that fucking pedestal and learned what it's like to be a real woman, with a real man!" His strong, muscular hands reached down and ripped open her flimsy halter with one stroke, exposing the quivering mounds of her breasts. Horrified, yet fascinated at the same time, Barbara tried to edge away from him into the protective comer of the bed.
"Oh, no, you don't," he cried, lunging after her and pinning her down to the bed. "Not this time!" Holding her down with one hand, with the other he quickly unzipped her shorts and yanked them roughly down her lithe long legs. Her little white bikini panties followed an instant later, the tight elastic stinging her skin as he tore them from her body. Brutally he spread her legs, exposing the moist, pink furrow of her pussy nestled in the sparse, softly curling blonde tangle of pubic hair.
The Nordic looking young bride flailed wildly about on the bed, trying to escape. Her lush young body, usually so pale and cool to the touch, was flushed and glistening with sweat. The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and defenseless, her legs spread wide against her will, made Ralph's throat tighten with passion. His eyes were wild as he gazed down at her moistly quivering cunt, which seemed to contract in fear under his eyes. Suddenly, without any preparation, he jammed his outstretched middle finger harshly into the entrance of her tightly clenched little vaginal canal.
"Nnnnnoooooooooo!" Barbara screamed, her inner cunt walls contracting desperately against the unwanted intruder.
"Shut up," he growled thickly in a voice hoarse with lust. "The neighbors might hear!"
Almost unconsciously, his free hand found the hairy sac of his testicles, which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His penis, long and thick, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like blue veins stand out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column. Relentlessly, he twisted his finger, burrowing deeper into her still unprepared vagina. Her resistance only inflamed him the more, making him feel like a satyr, filled with potency and lust. At least she's reacting, he thought, even if it's not with love and desire. Maybe if I can fuck her senseless, make her enjoy it even if she fights it at first, there's some hope for us!
Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the tightness of her vagina, and, grabbing her roughly by the arms, pulled her to her feet, forcing her backwards against the bureau. Barbara cowered in front of him, hardly daring to wonder what he had in mind. He was like a madman, she thought, as he stood in front of her stroking his massive balls and thick throbbing penis. His distended organ looked huge and frightening, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Despite her terror, she was strangely fascinated by what was happening, as though a part of her were standing at a distance and watching, not personally involved at all.
"Spread your legs, cunt," her husband ordered hoarsely, "cause I'm going to fuck you until you're begging for more!"
Mesmerized, Barbara did as she was told. Leaning her arms against the bureau for support, her legs splayed wide and her face streaked with tears, the young blonde was a figure of abject humiliation, and more desirable than ever in Ralph's eyes.
Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, he came towards her, still stroking the long, blue-veined column of his prick and massaging the heavy, sperm-filled testicles that swung lewdly down between his muscular young thighs. Seizing her hand in an iron grip, he shoved it down between his legs, forcing her to touch his hotly pulsating flesh. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of pungent masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery surface.
The touch of her small soft hand around the heavily throbbing hardness of his cock aroused gender feelings in Ralph. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself savor the tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, making him tremble with excitement.
"Oh, sweetheart," he moaned into the soft sensuous curve of her neck, "you feel sooo goood!"
As though she had not even heard his words, Barbara was seized by a sudden flash of vindictiveness. Taking advantage of his momentary vulnerability, she gave a vicious twist to his balls that caused him to cry out in pain. Without thinking, he slapped her sharply across the face, sending her reeling back against the bureau.
"You little bitch!" he snarled, "I'll teach you to pull tricks like that!"
He grabbed her roughly by her nakedly squirming buttocks, fitted his lust-swollen cock head against her tight little cuntal opening and, with one hard, ramming motion, shoved his massively pulsating length deep up into her belly.
His swollen rod was so thick that she felt as though the heavy blunt end of a telephone pole had been shoved up inside her naked vagina.
"Aaaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed, struggling fiercely to get away. But every body movement only forced the torturous invading cudgel deeper up into her frantically resisting cuntal sheath.
Pulling her harshly against him, Ralph pried her tightly clenched buttocks apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist, she cringed as his fingers began to teasingly explore the full length of the moistened furrow up between her smoothly rounded ass cheeks.
"Oh no, please...." she began, as the sharp tip of his middle finger began to probe the tiny entrance to her anal passage. But her angry young husband stopped her protests by jamming his mouth against hers so hard that she thought she would faint from the smothering intensity of it. The strange feeling of his hands back there, where no one had ever touched her before, had a strange effect on the girl. The sensation was tantalizing, and Barbara realized suddenly that it was an effort for her to keep from grinding her buttock cheeks obscenely back in time with the piston-like rhythm of his long hard cock, which moved relentlessly up and down in her bruised and smarting cuntal passage.
Oh God, what's happening to me, her mind screamed, I mustn't, I can't let this happen! Digging her nails into his shoulders, she struggled with all her might to fight down the quivering tickling sensations that spiraled through the lower part of her naked young body. Her husband's massively thick penis was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her tender little cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming like a sledge hammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix. Suddenly he pressed his hand tightly against her buttocks and shoved his middle finger brutally all the way up into her tightly clenched little rectal sheath, and the impaled young blonde's body was convulsed with a wild searing pain.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "RALPH, STOP, I CAN'T STAND IT! OH GOD, I CAN'T STAND IT!"
"Shut up, bitch, and like it," her husband retorted, burying his face in her neck and kissing her so hard he raised a red welt on her nakedly sensitive skin. He wanted to hurt her now, subjugate her entirely until she could resist no longer. Sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her even harder and twisted his finger deeper into her painfully stretched rectum; at the same time he bent her backwards over the bureau and began sucking and biting harshly on the soft, spongy flesh of her ripe young breasts.
Barbara felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her stomach, wildly exciting waves of sensation began to wash over her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was trembling and writhing, out of her control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly intense in her entire life, and she began to moan softly, involuntarily.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... don't ... stop ... oh God," she babbled incoherently, her hands trembling in futile gestures to keep him away.
"Fuck your cunt back at my cock," Ralph growled, digging his fingers harder into the soft half moons of her buttocks. "Oh you beautiful little piece of ass, FUCK BACK!!!"
Suddenly Barbara's body seemed to explode. She found herself moving in unison with her lustful spouse, clawing at his back, bucking furiously into every hammer-like stroke of his thickly bludgeoning rod.
"Yes ... yes...." she moaned, twisting her body wantonly against his. She, too, was a demon, consumed with only one desire-to take him as far up in her hungrily working cunt as she could and force him to release the long suppressed passion that until that moment, she had not known existed.
I've done it! Ralph thought exultantly, hardly daring to believe that the wildly writhing girl in his arms was his shy, demure wife. I've fucked her right through all that puritanical bullshit! She truly desired him at last, almost couldn't get enough, and he had to brace himself against the bureau with his free hand in order to keep his balance.
The revelation charged his body with an entirely new level of excitement. His sperm-bloated balls shook and bounced beneath his wildly hammering cock, and began to inflate and swell with male juices.
"I'M CU ... CU ... CUMMMMMMMING!" he shouted. "I'MMMMMM CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"
Hot jism gushed through his balls with an incredible flood of aching release and spurted up the length of his suddenly wildly jerking penis, spewing into her hot, wet pussy. Explosion after explosion of creamy liquid shot up into Barbara's now frenzied, eagerly clasping cuntal sheath."
"U U U U U U UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders. She was cumming too! Cumming fully, for the first time in her whole life! Her wetly pulsating pussy convulsed with uncontrollable spasms as she felt her first real orgasm overwhelm her. If Ralph had not been holding her up, she would have fallen over, completely decimated by the extraordinary sensations of ecstasy that consumed her and carried her up, floating softly for a long moment, then brought her gently back to earth.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ralph slipped his finger and gradually softening cock out of her sperm flooded rectum and vagina and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and with the flush of passion still on her face, he thought she had never looked so beautiful. Spontaneously, he clasped her close to him, his arms, indeed his whole body, still trembling from their exertions.
"Oh, baby, you're fantastic," he murmured into her hair, suddenly filled with love and tenderness for her.
A short laugh burst from his wife's throat at his words. She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes wild. She hated him for what he had done to her, even though he had aroused her to heights of passion she had never thought possible. He had humiliated her, degraded her, she felt, to a level scarcely better than an animal.
"If you're finished, she spat, "you can leave the $20 on the bureau!" Without giving him a chance to reply, she twisted away from her astonished husband and made her way blindly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Ralph sank down on the bed, burying his face in his hands. It's no use, he thought desperately. It's just no damn use!
* * *
"...and then later, when he came back to bed, I pretended to be asleep. Oh, Jeannie, it was so awful! I feel so ashamed!"
The two attractive young girls were seated over lunch in the University cafeteria, although Barbara, still upset from the traumatic episode with her husband the night before, had barely touched her food. Dark circles -rimmed her usually clear eyes, red from lack of sleep, and her vagina and rectum still smarted from all they had experienced the previous evening. She had been on the verge of tears all day and now, having finally told her story to a sympathetic ear, she could hold them back no longer. "Oh Jeannie," she sobbed, "what am I going to do?"
Jeannie cupped her head in her hands and looked intently at her friend. "Gee, Barb, I'm in no position to give advice, 'cause my love life hasn't been so great, but ... remember those classes I told you about?"
"Oh, Ralph would never go! That's what the fight started about in the first place!"
"But don't you see? If that's what you were fighting about, it's a certain sign that that's where the problem lies. Why don't you go over to the Life Unlimited House after work tonight and talk to someone? I've got classes or I'd go with you; but it's easy to find, and I've even got an application form with me right now! You could fill it out before you go. How about it?"
"Do you really think it might do some good?" Barbara asked doubtfully.
"Well, I can't guarantee anything, but if you really want to get over your hang-ups, it can't do any harm, can it?"
"I guess not. But what about Ralph?"
"Listen honey, from what you tell me, Ralph could use a few lessons too. Go to the first interview then if you think the whole setup's right for you, you can talk Ralph into it later, I mean, what have you got to lose?"
Barbara pondered the question for a moment. The way things are going now she thought desperately, nothing! I've got to try it! It's the only hope for our marriage!
With a sudden spurt of determination, she reached for the application form Jeannie had placed on the table. "All right, I'll do it!"
* * *
As soon as she entered the gates of the sprawling old estate with its breathtaking view of the Hudson, Barbara felt immediately at home. After months of living in a cramped Manhattan apartment, the sight of well-kept lawns and neatly clipped hedges, with cheery rows of flowers bordering all the walks, was balm to her troubled spirit.
Oh, if only Ralph could see this place, she mused excitedly. I know he'd like it! Maybe ... maybe he'd even want to live here, just like Jeannie. Of course, it's too soon to tell, but I'm sure things would get better for us in surroundings like these. I don't see how anybody could be unhappy here!
A tall, handsome young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, opened the huge oak door in response to her knock. Barbara felt herself blush involuntarily when she saw him, for he was one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. His tall, lean frame was clad in nothing but a pair of cutoff jeans. On his feet was a pair of leather sandals, and a red bandanna was tied around his neck. His features were striking and sharp, with full, sensual lips and penetrating eyes -rimmed with thick golden lashes, only slightly darker than the curly halo of golden brown hair that framed his face.
"Yes?" he asked. "Can I help you?"
"I'm a friend of Jeannie Franks," Barbara explained, a little disconcerted at the way his eyes took in her neat, office girl appearance such a contrast to his own unencumbering attire. "We used to live next door to each other, and she suggested I come here to find out about your classes."
"Oh, I see," the young man replied, stepping aside. "Won't you come in?"
Inside, the walls of the large, high-ceilinged foyer were paneled in rich, dark wood. Arches opened off the entrance hall in three directions. Ignoring the two at the sides, the young man led Barbara straight ahead into a spacious reception room with large casement windows on one wall, a huge fireplace, and several overstuffed chairs and couches. The furniture was not ornate, perhaps even a little austere, but the overall effect was comfortable.
"Make yourself at home," her host said, "and I'll get someone to bring you something to drink. You must be exhausted."
"This is such a strange building," Barbara remarked when he returned a moment later. "It's not what I expected at all."
The young man smiled amiably, looking her directly in the eyes. "It used to be a seminary or a convent, I'm not sure which," he explained. "It makes the atmosphere very spiritual! You can just sense that very high people lived here, you know what I mean?"
"I ... I think so," Barbara replied, not certain if he was playing with her or really serious. But it was true that the effect of the house was peaceful and ordered in a way that soothed her. She had half expected it to be dirty and disordered, but she found herself very anxious to be accepted in its relaxed, homey atmosphere.
"Now, which classes are you interested in?" the young man asked, settling himself easily into an armchair opposite hers. Barbara couldn't help noticing the fringe of golden hair that lined his long, sun-bronzed limbs. He smiled to himself, seeing her look.
"Oh, the ones in-" she broke off in mid-sentence. It seemed suddenly embarrassing to tell a perfect stranger why she had come. "I'm not sure of the course title," she continued, clearing her throat, and looking down at the floor. "It's one of the new ones."
"Oh," he smiled, "erotic freedom."
Barbara felt a flush of embarrassment go through her entire body at his words, particularly as they were accompanied by a look of cool appraisal that made her very aware of the shortness of her skirt and the way her light summer blouse, slightly damp with sweat, clung to her breasts.
"Yes, that's the one," she replied nervously, wishing she could sink far enough into the chair to become invisible.
"Have you filled out an application form?"
"Yes, I have it right here." Barbara reached for her purse, but her hands were trembling so that she knocked it over, spilling the entire contents on the floor. "Oh dear," she murmured, hastily stooping to retrieve her possessions.
"Let me help," her companion offered, and before she could protest, he was on the floor beside her. Barbara was tremblingly aware of his physical presence.
"Here's the application," she said, holding out the folded piece of paper after they had picked up her things.
"By the way, I'm Frank Bogart," the young man said softly, holding out his hand.
"And I'm Barbara Williams," the young wife replied, returning his handshake.
"Your hands are cold, Barbara," he said, his eyes never leaving her face as he held her slim hand in both of his own. "And you needn't feel embarrassed. You see, I teach one of the classes in erotic freedom, so I know how difficult it is to take the first step. Besides, anyone as lovely as you are should come through the class with flying colors. I'm sure that once you're fully awakened, erotic freedom will be no problem at all."
"Thank you," the flustered young bride managed to reply, her confusion tripled at the news that the exotic young man was actually one of the instructors. Somehow it had not yet occurred to her that someone actually taught the courses, and the realization gave the whole situation a sudden sense of reality that made her stomach turn over.
At that moment, a young girl entered the room bearing a tray with a tall glass of iced tea, some fruit, cheese and crackers. Barbara was shocked to notice that she was wearing only a long, brightly printed skirt, knotted sarong-style around her hips, leaving the entire upper half of her torso naked. The warm fleshy globes of her ripely firm young breasts swayed in unison as she padded barefooted across the room, yet she seemed totally unselfconscious as she arranged the food on the low table next to Barbara's chair. The nervously trembling young wife sipped her iced tea, grateful to have somewhere to focus her attention besides the two disturbingly erotic young people. She wanted desperately to appear at ease, not naive and unsophisticated, but the near nudity that surrounded her in the strange house was a new experience, and she flushed with embarrassment.
Frank watched her discreetly, noting her reactions with faint amusement, if your eyes are popping now, sweetheart, just wait until I get you in my class! he thought, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would have the fair-haired young bride completely at his mercy. Suddenly his eye was caught by an item on her application form. He read it twice to be sure he hadn't made a mistake: Father's Name: Mark Wentworth, Occupation: President, Wentworth Industries.
"Your family background is really something," he commented, looking at Barbara with new interest.
"Yes," she replied, a little ruefully. "But I'm afraid it doesn't do me much good. My father disowned me when I got married."
"Oh? Why?"
Barbara could feel her lips narrowing in resentment as she spoke of her father. "He's hungup about class and things like that," she said, with more than a trace of bitterness. "He felt Ralph, that's my husband, wasn't good enough for me."
"I see," Frank rose suddenly and turned to the young female attendant who was standing placidly on the sidelines. "Annette," he said, "when Barbara has finished eating, take her up to the bath chamber. I'm sure-..she'd like to freshen up after her long ride from the city." Then turning to Barbara, "You're very fortunate that you came today. Brother Coretti, himself, is here, and I may be able to persuade him to meet with you before you leave."
Before she could voice her thanks, the extraordinary young man strode out the door. Mark Wentworth, he thought, hurrying down the hall. This may be just what Coretti's looking for!
* * *
About fifteen minutes later, in another part of the building, Frank Bogart was deep in animated conversation with the founder of the Life Unlimited House. Rick Coretti, a stocky but firm man of about forty years of age, listened to his young assistant while stretched out nude on the massage table in his suite of private rooms. A nubile young blonde, attired only in a diaphanous loincloth, was kneading the muscles of his back and buttocks...." her father's worth millions, Rick," the young man was saying, "and if we could get his name on a list of patrons, I think it could be worth a lot for us. Even if we couldn't get him, his daughter must have all kinds of connections."
"Hmmmmm." Coretti sat up and waved away the masseuse with a gesture of his hand. "Does she look like an easy mark?"
Frank grinned. "Duck soup. But why don't you see for yourself. She should be in the shower room by now."
"Good idea. Hey slave, open the drapes."
The young girl glided silently to the opposite wall and pulled a knotted cord. Immediately the heavy velvet drapes rustled open, giving the occupants of the room a clear view of a luxuriously appointed bathroom, tiled with marble and lined with mirrors. In the center of the room was a sunken bathtub also of dark green marble, in which Barbara was reclining, attended by Annette, who had stripped down to a costume matching that of the young masseuse.
"Not bad," Coretti remarked appreciatively. Then turning back to Frank, "I think I'll conduct this interview myself." He laughed, "Don't look so disappointed, Frankie boy, you'll get your chance at her! In the meantime, why don't you go and get Mara? The two of you can watch from here. After all, if we're 'ever gonna get this show on the road, you two are gonna have to learn the master's touch!"
* * *
Unaware of the events taking place in the next room, Barbara leaned back in the tub, luxuriating in her lavish surroundings. It seemed so long since she had felt so pampered and comfortable. Annette, the young girl who had brought her her tea, had barely spoken at all, and Barbara tried now to make conversation with her.
"The house and grounds are so beautiful," she began. "It must be terribly expensive to keep them up."
"Oh, we do it all ourselves," the girl replied. "And those who can, contribute to expenses, and then there's the money from the classes. That all goes into the foundation."
"The foundation?"
"Yes, Brother Coretti has a foundation set up so that he can open more and more places like this. That's why we all have to work. He has too many people dependent on him to keep any freeloaders around."
Then, to Barbara's surprise, the young girl climbed into the tub with her and began soaping her body.
"Oh please, you don't have to do that," Barbara protested.
"I am blessed to serve you," the girl replied earnestly.
"What do you mean?"
"That's a saying we have here, one of Brother Coretti's maxims. The most important one is, 'There are no masters who have not first been slaves'."
Barbara was intrigued by the young girl's words. She looked so young, barely more than fifteen.
"Have you lived here long?" she asked. "About six months. I was a runaway and really strung out on drugs when Brother Coretti found me." The girl's face lit up whenever she spoke of the mysterious leader of the house. "That's all changed now. Someday, if I pass all the stages of initiation and reach true enlightenment, I'll be a master too."
"Is Mr. ... er, Brother Coretti the only master here?" Jeannie had told her nothing of this aspect of the house, and she found it strangely compelling.
"None as high as he is. Frank and Mara have reached the Next Dimension. That means the first plateau above slaves. Soon, they'll be in complete charge of this house. Then Brother Coretti will go somewhere else and open a new house. There are three already."
"How nice," Barbara murmured, her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Do you think he'll accept me?"
"I'm sure he will," Annette said. "You're very beautiful." Barbara was about to reply when she was startled to see another figure enter the room. Annette, seeing him also, bowed low.
"That will do, slave. You may go now," Rick Coretti ordered. "My dear," he said, approaching Barbara. "It is an honor to receive you into our house."
"Th ... thank you," Barbara replied, scarcely knowing what to do in this strange new situation.
"I'm Rick Coretti," he said, offering her his hand. "And you're Barbara Williams, am I right?"
"Yes," she said timidly, trying to sink down further into the water.
"Frank showed me your application, and I decided that I couldn't trust such a distinguished guest to the hands of anyone else. I've decided to conduct your preliminary interview myself. Do you mind?"
"Oh, no of course not," Barbara replied. "But shouldn't I get dressed first?"
"My dear, here we are not shackled by the petty rules of privacy that bind the outside world. We learn to view all things, including the human body, from a new, more balanced perspective."
"I see." The young woman was astounded, but not wishing to appear naive, she tried to accustom herself to the new situation. The man before her was a dazzling figure. Not very tall, his body was nevertheless obviously powerful. He, too, was wearing the strange sarong-like garment knotted around his hips and falling in soft pleats in the front, although the back was molded tightly to his body. His chest was broad and, like his arms, heavily muscled and bronzed from the sun, covered with thick, curly, copper colored hair.
His hairline had receded slightly, but it wasn't at all unattractive, Barbara decided, especially since it was a little long. A small goatee seemed to lengthen his almost moon shaped face, and his eyes in particular were remarkable. In fact, she had never seen eyes so striking. They were greenish-blue, and seemed to sparkle and move, almost like water, sending off little rays of light. A heavy metal pendant hung around his neck, and a gold earring dangled from his right ear.
Seeming perfectly at ease, he lowered himself onto the cushions at the side of the pool. Barbara found herself grateful for the thick covering of suds on the water, which provided something of a shield for her body from his penetrating eyes.
"Annette has been telling me about your group," she began, scarcely knowing what to say.
"Annette is not very evolved. But she was right about one thing-you are very beautiful, particularly when you blush."
As he spoke, Barbara could feel herself redden to the tips of her toes. His gaze was so frank and appraising that she couldn't help it.
"Why ... why do you say she's not very evolved?" she asked. "She seemed charming."
"Ah yes, charming, but she has not yet learned the most rudimentary psychic principles, though she's been here for months. She says she wants to be a master, but in reality, she's only suited to serve. Many people are like that. They need someone to take over for them, tell them what to do, because they can't handle the responsibility of managing their own lives. They are the burdens of the strong," he sighed, reaching into the tub for the washcloth and soap.
Barbara was startled to feel him take up where Annette had left off. The feeling of a strange man's hands on her nakedly wet body made her tense, and she tried to edge away to the other side of the tub.
"Barbara, you must learn to think in a new way if you are going to make progress here. You mustn't shrink from being touched!"
"But ... but I only came for an interview, to see what it was like here...."
"And this is the interview, and this is what it's like here," Coretti replied, shifting his position. "A little unorthodox, I admit, but really, is there any reason why we shouldn't conduct the interview here? The bath is among the most civilized inventions of man, and it has always seemed ridiculous to me that the Western world makes this most delightful pastime secretive and private. In Japan, for example, there are public baths used by both sexes, and in Sweden also."
"Why, yes, I've heard of that," Barbara replied. The heavy man's words had an almost hypnotic effect on her. Everything he said made perfect sense, and she couldn't imagine why she hadn't thought of it before. "I guess it's just the way I was raised," she said ruefully.
"Ah, my dear, the narrow restrictions of one's upbringing must be overcome. That's the whole purpose of the Life Unlimited House-to give people the chance to experience things that our narrow, puritanical culture has excluded so that we can evolve to a new, undreamed-of freedom! Just relax and tell me about yourself. How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"And what does your husband do?"
"He's a pre-law student at NYU."
"Ah, very interesting ... and why have you sought out the Life Unlimited House?" Coretti continued asking questions, drawing Barbara out and getting her involved in telling her story. All the while he listened, his hands were roving over her glistening wet flesh, his touches becoming subtly more intimate. Suddenly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he slipped out of the flowing white garment he wore and lowered himself into the tub before she was even aware of what he was doing.
"You have beautiful tits," he said, cupping his thick hands around them and pushing them upwards out of the water. "With all these suds, they look like the cherries on a sundae!" He rubbed his fingertips lightly over the nipples, until their soft flaccidity changed to hard, rubbery little nubs. The water had made her skin extremely sensitive, and Barbara felt a little stab of pleasure at his touch. "You're very responsive, too, my dear."
"Oh, that's not what my husband says. He thinks I'm very hard to arouse."
"Perhaps that's because he hasn't learned how to awaken you. Young men are often impatient."
"I've thought that sometimes!" Barbara replied, heartened at hearing her own suspicions confirmed by someone more experienced.
"Of course, Coretti continued, turning her over easily in the tub and beginning to wash her back. "I can't be sure until I've done a thorough evaluation, but it seems to me that your problems are probably slight. You see, sexual problems, particularly for the woman, are usually a matter of being unwilling to surrender...."
As he spoke, Barbara could feel that he had dropped the washcloth and was running his bare hands over her back and down her wetly sloping buttocks. She felt at first as though she should object to being touched so intimately by a perfect stranger, but it was strangely pleasurable, particularly after the brutal treatment she had received from her husband the night before, to feel caressing fingers on her bare flesh. Determined to overcome what inhibitions she had, Barbara forced herself to relax under Coretti's touch.
The heavy-set man could feel the subtle changes in her body.
"You see, you're learning to surrender already! That's remarkable on the first visit!" he congratulated her. Gently he spread her legs. "Hold onto the side of the tub and let yourself float," he instructed. Barbara did as she was told, glad that her back was turned to him so that he couldn't see how much embarrassment she felt, despite her determination to overcome it. The self-ordained teacher began to stroke her lightly between the legs, curling his fingers in the sparsely growing curls of her pubic hair just under the water. Barbara felt her breath coming faster.
Suddenly Coretti wormed his outstretched finger up into her open vagina, and in a fearful reflex action, her outer cunt muscles clamped tightly around it in a futile effort to force it out from up inside her.
"You must not push me away, Barbara. Open yourself to this new experience! Don't let fear overcome you!"
"I ... I can't," she moaned, almost on the verge of tears. "I'd like to, but ... I ... just can't!"
"Very well then, don't try. It is very important, at first, not to force yourself farther than you can go." The man gently withdrew his finger, and Barbara turned around to face him with her naked breasts.
"I guess I'm not as evolved as you thought," she said, feeling miserable that she had faltered practically at the first step on the road to enlightenment. "Maybe I'm not ready for your classes yet."
"Nonsense, my sweet child! I am very pleased that you are so honest with me, and more important, with yourself! Self-deception is one of the hardest obstacles to overcome!"
"Do you ... do you think you can help me?"
"That depends," Coretti replied, "on you. If I accept you, it will only be after you have demonstrated your willingness to follow my instructions to the letter. You must start at the beginning, as what we call a slave...."
"Yes, I heard you call Annette that. It seemed ... so ... so...."
"Cruel? Degrading? To the outside world, the unenlightened, yes. But I have realized, in many years of dealing with people's sexual traumas, that the healthiest procedure is to begin on the lowest rung of the ladder. Then there's nowhere to go but up. Those who are accepted in our classes are required to submit to all sexual impulses, both their own, and those of the masters. Do you think you could do that?"
"I ... I don't know." Barbara could feel herself growing tense. At the same time, there was something exciting about what he was suggesting, something dark and forbidden about it all that made her heart beat faster.
"Let's see, shall we?"
"What do you mean?"
Coretti smiled, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Barbara thought he looked a little evil. "I mean that all this bodily contact has excited me. That is a sexual impulse. It would be unusual not to become excited in this situation, don't you agree?" He looked at her pointedly. "Are you not, in fact, excited yourself?"
"A ... a little," the blushing young blonde admitted, lowering her eyes.
"Then follow your impulses, Barbara. Touch my body. That's what you want to do, isn't it? Isn't it?" His voice became low and seductive, yet with a compelling air of authority that she found hard to resist. Her mind was reeling with confusion and excitement, and she didn't know what she wanted to do.
"I-I don't know," she stuttered momentarily.
"Then I'll have to tell you what you want, because I know, and you knowthat I know, don't you?" His eyes were hypnotic and, in the muted light of the marble bathing chamber, appeared like glittering emeralds set deeply in his head. "Shall I tell you what to do, Barbara?" And will you do what I say?"
The nineteen year-old girl could not take her eyes from him as the muscular older man slowly lifted himself out of the tub onto the lush cushions, pulling her after him. The air felt cool on her nakedly wet skin, and she shivered a little.
Coretti pulled her down beside him and kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. "Will you?" he repeated, kneading one of her full, pink-tipped breasts with his hand.
"I'll try ... what do you want me to do?"
Coretti grasped her hair, forcing her head back, while he ran his tongue insolently down her neck and his hand continued to caress the warmly tender flesh of her breast. "Suck my cock," he said evenly. "I want you to suck me off!"
The words hit Barbara like a thunderclap.
"That's horrible," she cried, struggling to free herself. "NO!"
"If you were really my slave," Coretti replied, not disturbed at all by her outcries and struggles, "I'd have you whipped for defying me!"
"Oh, please," Barbara sobbed, trying to free herself, "please don't make me do that!"
"It's your choice, my dear," Coretti murmured, beginning to grind his pelvis against her thigh. "Either you demonstrate your willingness to obey, or you might as well leave now and stop wasting my time!"
For an instant, Barbara was about to cry out that that was exactly what she would do, leave his depraved place and never come back! But something stopped her. She had to break through the walls of inhibition that kept her from living her life to the fullest! She had to! Making a great effort of will, she worked her hand down between their tightly locked bodies, down to where she could feel the thick, rubbery shaft of his penis against her leg. Steeling herself, she clasped the huge, heatedly throbbing penis in her slim hand. It was so thick she could just barely encompass its bulk.
"I didn't say play with me, slave, I said suck me off," Coretti hissed, pulling her head back so that the trembling young woman winced in pain. "Never mind the preliminaries! I'm so hot I could cum all over your cunt hair right now," he continued, shifting his position and forcing her head down between his legs, "but that's not what I want. I want to cum in your pretty little mouth, so if you want to stay here and learn to live, SUCK!!!"
Fighting down a wave of revulsion at his coarse words and cruel treatment, Barbara grasped the heavy, blue-veined column in both her hands. Although she had almost never allowed herself to touch her husband there, she could tell that Coretti's was much bigger than Ralph's. It was long and thick, and a few droplets of pre-cum glistened on the smooth, rubbery tip. Despite herself, she found it fascinating to look squarely at a fully erect male penis for the first time. It gave a little jerk as she touched it, lurching out of her hands for a moment and waving blindly in the air, as if it had a life of its own. Retrieving it, she groaned softly to herself and began lightly licking the wetly glistening length of the shaft, noticing for the first time the velvety texture and the deep ridges of the veins against her tongue.
"Now that's more like it," Coretti declared. Then with one hand he reached down and seized his heavily throbbing cock, pulling her head back with the other. "But you must take it all!"
Barbara recoiled as she felt the huge, lust-swollen tip of his hotly pulsating penis press against her lips, trying to force an entry into her mouth.
"Nnnnnnnooooooooo!" she moaned between tightly clenched teeth, trying to back away from the massive assailant.
Coretti gave a vicious wrench to her hair, however, which caused her to cry out in pain. Immediately, he plunged his thick, bludgeoning shaft into the warm softness of her mouth, forcing it all the way to the back of her throat so that she gagged helplessly on its fullness. For a moment, she contemplated biting down with all her might, but Coretti seemed to anticipate her design.
"And don't try any funny business," he hissed, twisting her head backwards again, "or you'll regret it! Now suck me off real nice!" With tremendous agility for a man of his size, Coretti suddenly swung around so that he was straddling the nakedly trembling curves of her body, his massively pulsating cock still lodged securely in her reluctant young mouth. Powerless to resist, with the enormous girth of his powerful thighs forcing her arms up and over her head, Barbara cowered in fear. I ... I don't know if I can stand it, she thought, almost faint with fear and revulsion. Suddenly, she began to panic and struggled desperately to free herself.
"I want to go home," she sobbed incoherently, arching her naked body upwards with all her might to force Coretti away. "Let go of me! I want to go home!"
"Aha!" he shouted, pinning her down with his hands, "I see now why your husband says you are cold! You've been lying to me, you don't want to free yourself at all! You just want an excuse to remain the stupid little child you have always been! It would serve you right if I let you go, still caged in your narrow, barren little world. Is that what you want?"
"No," Barbara mewled, "you've got to believe me, I do want to free myself, please don't send me away, it's the only hope I have of saving my marriage!" Tears flowed warmly down the young girl's cheeks, as she realized how deeply it mattered to her. The thought of losing her husband because of her sexual frigidity was more than she could bear, and she was sure that he would leave her if they didn't have some kind of sexual break though soon.
"THEN SUCK MY COCK!" Coretti barked lewdly.
Barbara shuddered slightly as, tears streaming down her face more heavily now, she again allowed her wetly ovaled lips to enclose the tip of his long heavy organ. A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she determinedly took the entire blunted head into her mouth and began to suck ' on it as he commanded.
The sex instructor growled with satisfaction as he felt his eagerly pulsating cock slide wetly around in the soft yielding mouth of the tearful young woman. He watched with victoriously gleaming eyes as the girl, glistening with sweat, took the hard swollen length all the way up to the hilt in her throat. You're okay, baby, he thought, I like a dame who fights back a little! Keeps me in shape.
Enjoying his power, he moved his hips and fucked his heavily pulsing cockhead in and out deeply and slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of her warm young lips nibbling and licking at the smooth bulbous hardness and then clasping wetly around the thick skewering pole. He liked the feeling of his cock-flesh rubbing tantalizingly against her teeth, and her tongue swirling hotly against the sensitive underside. In and out he went, increasing his tempo as his corrupt passion mounted, exploring with undisguised glee the interior of her warmly working oral cavity, twisting his pelvis lasciviously about in rhythm to her small hesitant sucking motions.
Barbara gagged again, almost choking, as the massive pole of rigid male cock-flesh throbbed against the back of her throat. But it seemed that the more she resisted, the worse it was. Maybe if I suck a little bit and help him, she thought, it'll be over faster!
Tentatively at first, she began to suck and pull on the huge rubbery instrument.
"That's it, my dear, suck a little harder," Coretti groaned huskily, gyrating his naked pelvis more obscenely against her lovely face. Barbara felt as though she would be smothered from his sheer bulk. Feeling utterly degraded, she fought back tears as the huge man towered over her. I must go through with this to save my marriage, I must! she screamed inwardly. No matter how humiliating it seems!
Strangely, as soon as she accepted the situation, a great deal of her tension seemed to lighten. Her body began to relax, and she was amazed to feel a warm excited moistness seeping from between her legs, and to realize that for some time she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her clitoris between her cunt lips, and creating a pleasant throbbing in her vagina. She had never done such a thing before, but somehow, in this bizarre situation, it had happened spontaneously. To her own fascination, she realized that, if she spread her legs very wide and bent them back, she could just barely reach her hand around Coretti to her clitoris, which seemed hard and achingly erect. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth over the throbbing little bud of flesh in rhythm with her warm, wet sucking motions on Coretti's heatedly thick penis.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she sighed, as stinging flashes of almost unbearable pleasure surged upward from her wetly steaming vagina. Hungrily, her warm wet mouth pulled on Coretti's shaft of swollen flesh as her fingers worked feverishly, straining to reach more of her own hotly pulsing pussy. She actually began to enjoy her depraved acts. She felt like a whore ... yes ... even a slave, just as he said, his to be used as he wished, and she loved it!!! Wanted more!!!
Swept away in an erotic torrent stronger than anything she ever felt before, Barbara did as she was told. Her legs flailed wildly apart, as her teasingly flicking fingers massaged her quivering little clitoris in time to the lascivious sucking she was administering to Coretti's hugely throbbing cock.
Coretti could feel his desire-heated semen beginning to gather and surge in the heavy sacs of his testicles, which bobbed and slapped lewdly down against Barbara's chin with every stroke up into her now hungrily working lips.
"Unnnnngggghhhhh," he moaned, feeling the approach of his orgasm. If this hot little bitch falls apart at the last minute, he thought, if she doesn't swallow it all ... To prevent such an eventuality, he seized her head in both hands, holding her in position as he continued his increasingly wild in and out movements.
The young wife sucked furiously at his cock, drawing it deeply into her mouth. So aroused was she by now, that Coretti's precautions were unnecessary. Swept away by the novelty of the bizarre situation, she pulled and teased the huge organ. I must learn to surrender, she repeated to herself, no matter how degrading it seems!
Suddenly Coretti's pelvic gyrations became more intense. She felt as though he would shove his wildly throbbing shaft all the way down her throat with each stroke. His head was thrown back and a grimace of ecstasy contorted his face. His breathing came in short, guttural grunts.
"Uh ... Uh ... oh Jesus, oh baby, I'm cummmmmiiinnnnnggggg!" he shouted. "Suck me good, you bitch! Suck me good!"
Suddenly Barbara felt a hot spurt of thick wetness shoot out of his madly jerking penis into her throat, the first of a series that seemed like little explosions.
At first the thick, creamy liquid repelled her and she nearly gagged, but then her own fevered orgasm, triggered by her lewd self-fingering, suddenly reached its peak. Her nakedly voluptuous body shook with waves of hot throbbing pleasure, and her loins exploded with burning rapture as desperately the spasming walls of her tight young pussy gushed out their moist female essence that cascaded hotly down her openly quivering cuntal slit and caused her nearly to faint with ecstasy. In the galvanic release that took hold of her with deep animal intensity, the initial distaste she had for taking Coretti's scalding male jism into her mouth vanished completely. Instead, the gushing white cum that continued to pump furiously into her mouth thrilled her as nothing ever had before. Abandoning herself completely to the shattering orgasm, she swallowed the burly man's spurting seed with eagerly sucking lips, while her own climax continued to mount to unbelievable heights as she probed lewdly, furiously with her fingers.
"MNNNNNNN!" she mewled in erotic frenzy as she voraciously gulped down Coretti's white hot semen, "NNNNNNNNGGGGGNNNNN!"
"Swallow it all, slave! SWALLOW IT ALL!!" the self-appointed teacher shrieked, his nakedly glistening body bucking obscenely in the throes of his lurid climax. He drove his wildly spurting cockhead deeply into Barbara's throat, and the humiliated young housewife slavered without question over his rapidly draining hardness.
"Unnnnnngggggg," she groaned nearly incoherent with the force of her explosive orgasm, her vagina hot and obscenely ravaged by her own passion-crazed finger-fucking. "MMMMMMMMMM!"
Finally, after what seemed like an eon of volcanic release, Coretti drained himself of the last of his hotly searing semen. With a deep moan of satisfaction, he withdrew his softened rod from Barbara's still greedily sucking mouth and fell back on the cushions, enjoying the sense of power and contentment that always pervaded him after such initiations.
Barbara let her fingers still linger in her moistly twitching vagina a few moments, as her body sank back also, radiant with ebbing pleasure. She could scarcely believe the fantastic experience she had just endured. What she had thought would be loathsome and horrible had become wildly exciting, totally delightful! Out of her submission she had found a whole new world, just as the Master had said, and she could scarcely believe how joyous she felt, though exhausted by the intensity of their climax. Happily she gazed at the face of the large man, who returned her look with a warm, fatherly smile that melted Barbara's heart.
"How do you feel now, my dear?" he asked. "Still afraid? Still frightened by the richness of what I offer you?"
"No," she murmured in soft surprise. "I don't think I am."
"That's fine," he said gently. "You've done very well. I'm very pleased." He leaned in to her, his eyes shining with admiration. The young housewife felt nearly overwhelmed by his commanding presence. He seemed so sure, so potent! At that moment she felt she could even devote her life to him.
"You are beautiful, Barbara," he whispered. "Beautiful...."
Unexpectedly, the young wife felt her eyes fill with tears, and with a little cry she flung her arms around his massive body, weeping like a happy little girl.
"Oh, thank you," she said softly through her tears. "Thank you, Master."
CHAPTER TWO
In Coretti's office on the other side of the phony mirror, Frank and Mara, one of Coretti's voluptuous female instructors, watched the salacious spectacle in the bath room with a mixture of awe and amusement.
"I'll be damned," Mara said thoughtfully, absently fingering herself as she watched Coretti's lewd undertaking. "Who'd have thought that uptight little chickie would've gone for it so fast!"
"Well, he's right," Frank declared. "It's what they all want, somebody to force them into doing the things they want to do anyway. He's doing her a favor!"
Mara chuckled. "Yeah, he's all heart! How much do you think she's good for?"
"Maybe not much money, but lots of social prestige. Coretti wants to use her as a fund raiser, give the operation a little class."
Their conversation was interrupted by Coretti's voice over the hidden sound system. Unknown to Barbara, every sound of their depraved encounter was clearly audible in the adjoining room.
"My dear, your progress is truly amazing," he was saying. "You have shown an extraordinary willingness to surrender. I am very pleased!"
"Do you think you can help me?" Barbara asked, still dazed from the intensity of her exertions.
"I am certain of it," the master replied, but before I can be absolutely sure, I must see and talk to your husband. After all, it is the whole person we treat here, and it is very important, even if your husband is unwilling to take the classes himself, that he understand the treatment."
The mention of Ralph brought a frown to Barbara's face. "I ... I don't think he'd approve of ... of ... what we just did...." she declared anxiously, beginning to blush.
"My dear, you must leave that to us," Coretti said, putting on the long garment he had worn when he first came into the room. "After all, if someone had described this session to you, you wouldn't have approved either, would you?"
"No, I guess not," Barbara admitted.
"Therefore you mustn't tell your husband any of the details, just get him to come to a trial class, and I'll take care of everything else."
Frank switched off the sound as they saw Coretti making his farewells. "He really is a master," the lean young instructor said, a little in awe.
Mara's thoughts were elsewhere, however. Her green eyes narrowed as she contemplated Coretti's last words. "I wonder what the husband's like?" she mused idly.
Frank grinned. "I'm sure you'll find out tomorrow."
* * *
"Please follow me, Mr. Williams. We have just enough time before the class starts to get some preliminary information."
Wishing he were anywhere else in the world, Ralph followed Mara down one of the corridors of the old building.
"I'm only here because of my wife," he reminded the attractive brunette. "I'm not planning to take any courses myself."
"I understand," she said reassuringly. "But it's still important, for your wife's sake. Besides," she continued, fluttering her thick lashes, "you never know . ... you may see what we have to offer here and decide to enroll yourself."
Entrusted by Coretti with the mission of bringing Barbara's husband into the orgiastic "commune," Mara was delighted to see that Ralph was young, well-built, and extremely handsome. Indeed, as soon as he walked in the door with Barbara, who had departed for her own first class in erotic freedom at the opposite end of the house, Mara's interest became more than professional.
Ralph was surprised at the separation of the sexes, but had decided not to protest for Barbara's sake. Indeed, the whole situation made him uncomfortable. But Barbara had pleaded with him the night before to take "just one class," and feeling guilty about his brutal treatment of her the previous night, he had finally agreed.
After all, he reasoned to himself, it's not her fault she never had to struggle, always had everything handed to her on a silver platter. If I go along with it, maybe she'll see for herself how ridiculous it is. Besides, if she believes in these classes, maybe they'll really help, like faith healing. So, overcoming his reluctance, he agreed to accompany her to the Life Unlimited House.
Mara, however, he hadn't expected. From the minute he laid eyes on her, he had been unable to distract himself from her spectacular face and figure. Small and olive-skinned, with emerald green eyes that flashed and sparkled as she spoke, she had the kind of tawny, provocative beauty that made it difficult for a man to concentrate on anything else. Clad in a short sleeved, low necked pink leotard that clearly revealed the dark outline of her nipples against the soft flesh of her full jutting breasts, a tight wrap-around miniskirt, and sandals that laced halfway up her shapely calves, she was definitely worth looking at. She had a way of walking, he noticed that was like ... like her hips were on ball bearings. She reminded him of girls he'd known in high school, the ones you bragged about cornering in the stairwell between classes.
The fact that she taught a class in erotic freedom only added to her exoticism, although he had to acknowledge also that it made him feel strange, the idea of taking a class like that with a woman. I mean, how the hell can a bunch of guys feel comfortable getting lectures on sex from a chick built like that? he wondered.
At the same time, it was oddly exciting, too. Maybe I could teach her a few things, he mused, smiling to himself. The thought caused his dormant penis to spring to life and strain against the tight material of his form fitting, faded dungarees.
"Here we are," Mara said as they approached an open door at the far end of the corridor. Ralph stood aside to let her pass, then followed her inside. The room was unlike any classroom he had ever seen before. Its paneled walls and overstuffed furniture were Victorian in feeling, although the sun streaming through the casement windows made it remarkably cheerful. An ornate, gilt-edged mirror occupied most of one wall, framed on either side by elaborate brass and silver candelabra. In the center was a low bed covered with a sheepskin spread.
"Quite a layout," he remarked appreciatively.
"Why don't you look around while I get my notes together?" Mara suggested, easing herself into one of the chairs and pretending to be busy with the sheaf of application forms and papers she had brought with her. Actually she was watching the muscular attractive student as he explored the room. Aggressively, her eyes roved over his body, noting with pleasure the way his angular shoulders and tautly muscled back tapered to slim hips above the firm round swelling of his buttocks. His features were sharp and darkly handsome, yet there was a sensitivity about him that was boyish and appealing. And judging from the hard-on he had while we were walking down the hall, she thought, nibbling on her pencil and gazing at him through narrowed eyes, the best is yet to come!
"I think I'm ready now, Ralph," she said, letting herself linger softly on his name.
The young husband settled himself in an armchair opposite hers. "Ask me anything you want," he said lightly. "I have nothing to hide."
"Let's see," Mara began. "How long have you been married?"
"Six months, two weeks and ... three days."
"You remember it so accurately."
"I'm a very happily married man."
"How lucky for you! So many young marrieds aren't, you know. By the way, how old are you and Barbara exactly?"
"Barbara's nineteen. I'm twenty-two," he replied, trying to sound relaxed and cool.
Mara laughed lightly, a throaty, intimate laugh, as though they shared a private joke. "And would you call your sex life satisfactory?"
The directness of her question took Ralph off guard, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Well?"
"Yes." His voice didn't sound as sure and sophisticated as he would have liked.
"I see. When was the last time you had intercourse?"
"Night before last."
"And was that incident ... satisfactory, too?"
Ralph felt his face redden under her gaze. The memory of the jarring sexual experience was still vivid in his mind. Somewhere, he knew it was the reason he had agreed to the class. The violence of his feelings during his callous near-rape of his wife had frightened him. It was as though her passivity had wrenched out of him an angry passion that he could not control, a drive toward conquest and dominance that was new to him, at least in the sexual realm.
"What's the matter?" Mara asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You weren't impotent, were you?"
Ralph's jaw dropped open in astonishment. "I sure as hell was not!"
Mara smiled. "I didn't think so," she said, leaning towards him and touching his forearm lightly with her slim, tapering fingers. "You don't look like the type."
Ralph couldn't make up his mind whether to look into her dancing, jewel-like eyes or down the deep line of cleavage she exposed when she bent forward. She seemed so sure of herself, so sexually at ease, that he felt tongue-tied and foolish.
"Can you tell just by looking?" he finally said.
"Sometimes. At least, I can tell when a man's ... sure of himself, like you are."
Ralph flushed with pleasure at her flattering appraisal. It had been a long time since a woman had said anything so frankly complimentary about his sex appeal, certainly not Barbara, and definitely no one as exotically attractive as Mara.
"You know," she said softly, still running her fingers through the thick, dark hair on his wrist and arm, "I wish you were taking my class. You'd be nice to have around. In fact, I'm going to do everything I can to change your mind."
Just then the door opened, and other students began to arrive. Mara rose and went to greet them, leaving Ralph, pleased and excited, in his chair. Phew! he thought, lighting a cigarette with hands that shook lightly. This chick is dynamite! He forgot all about Barbara as he watched the sultry brunette move around the room easily. Her effect on the new arrivals was as potent as it had been on him, he noticed, but it also seemed that she was more reserved and business-like with them.
And it wasn't as though all the others were unattractive, either. Although a few were pimply teenagers or fat and balding, three or four of them seemed about his own age and well-built and good looking besides. One of them sat down next to Ralph.
"This is a teacher?" he grinned, indicating Mara.
"Looks like it," Ralph replied.
"Man, she can teach me erotic freedom anytime," his companion gloated, rubbing his palms together. "The whole course!"
"Does anyone have any questions before we start?" Mara asked after everyone was seated.
"Yes," a heavy, balding man in a short-sleeved white shirt and a bow tie replied. "How did we rate such a good looking teacher?"
Mara lowered her lids and smiled charmingly while the men chuckled appreciatively and shifted in their chairs. "That's very sweet of you," she said, dazzling the questioner into silence with a warm glance. "Anyone else?"
"I do!" A high-pitched voice sliced through the room and everyone shifted to see where it came from. A sallow, skinny young man with thick, horn-rimmed glasses was speaking. "What are your qualifications?"
"Is he kidding?" the guy next to Ralph asked out loud, sending a ripple of nervous laughter through the room.
"What do you mean?" Mara asked evenly.
"I mean these classes cost money. What kind of credentials do you have to teach a course in erotic freedom?"
-A fleeting look of hurt passed over Mara's darkly beautiful face and several of the students gave the questioner disapproving looks.
"Ordinarily I prefer to let my work speak for itself. But since you ask, my only credentials are my certificates from Brother Coretti's instructor training courses. If anyone feels that's insufficient, please leave now. I wouldn't want you to feel you're being deceived."
She looked around the room, the picture of aggrieved innocence. The murmurs of the class convinced her that everyone was satisfied with her qualifications.
"Now for this first session," Mara said, moving lithely to the windows and pulling the heavy brocaded drapes closed. "I'd like you all just to relax and watch and listen. You can move around if you feel like it, but don't lose track of what's going on."
The room was now in semidarkness, a cooling relief from the glaring heat of the sun. Mara lit some incense and candles, which cast an eerie glow on the walls and furniture. When she felt the atmosphere was right, she switched on a tape recorder, and soft, lush music filled the room.
"Close your eyes and let yourselves drift," she instructed, her voice low and soothing. "Imagine yourselves anywhere you'd like to be, with any woman who excites you, your wife or sweetheart, someone at the office, even someone you've never met, or-" her gaze rested pointedly on Ralph, half hidden in the shadows, "someone you've just met recently. Even me."
Ralph watched her go from chair to chair, and he could feel the excitement in the room as each man responded to her words or her light touch, or simply her overwhelming female presence. When she reached him, she stood behind his chair and kneaded the muscles of his shoulders.
"You're very tense," she murmured softly, pulling him back against her so that his head rested against her soft, ripe breasts. She ran her hands down over his chest, leaning over so that his nostrils caught the heady aroma of her perfume mingled with the sweetly tantalizing odor of her body. Ralph could feel his body respond to her touch. His rapidly awakening cock stiffened and grew thick against his thigh, and he was aware of a throbbing sensation in his balls. Suddenly she leaned over further and grasped his painfully pulsing organ with her small, graceful hands. At the same time she lightly nipped his earlobe, her thick mane of dark hair cascading over his arm.
"Mmmmmmmm, tiger!" she whispered, lightly squeezing his thick fleshy shaft and blowing little darts of cool breath into his ear.
Then she moved on before he had a chance to reply.
"Teacher's pet, eh?" his neighbor whispered. "Some guys have all the luck!"
Ralph grinned self-consciously. "Well, you know, man," he said half jokingly, "you've either got it or you don't!"
"Think of the woman you'd like to have in this room right now," Mara was saying, "moving to the music, just for you!" She began swaying seductively, raising her arms over her "head and thrusting her firm, pointed breasts forward while her ripely flaring hips moved from side to side. Although her words were directed to the whole class, her eyes were riveted to Ralph. Unzipping the tight pink leotard, she cupped her hands under her upthrust young breasts, pushing them upward so they almost fell out of the skimpy garment. Her tongue ran sensuously over her lips, moistening them until they gleamed in the candlelight.
"You can do so many lovely things with a woman's tits," she murmured, casually slipping her arms out of the leotard sleeves. A sigh went through the room as she fully exposed the upper part of her body. Her softly gleaming breasts were large, much larger than they had looked at first, and they jutted out firmly and proudly. The nipples were cherry red as she began rubbing them between her fingers. "You can kiss them or bite them, or just fondle them until they get all hard and pointy, like this." Arching her body, Mara flicked her fingers back and forth over her nipples until the two rosy nubs stood out like perfectly shaped little pyramids from their surrounding areoles.
The lush string music suddenly ended, but the last note had hardly sounded when the low, sensuous beat of drums and chanting natives replaced it. The steady rhythmn was like the collective heartbeat of every man in the room. Ralph could feel his breath coming faster, and his throat felt dry as the drums became louder by degrees. He gazed at the semi-naked, lushly sensual young girl dancing lasciviously in the candlelight; her skin was flushed and her shimmering dark hair flowed wildly around her shoulders. She looked like a goddess, or an exotic native girl about to perform a lewd, primitive ritual.
In one quick gesture she untied the wrap-around skirt and let it fall at her feet. Then she opened the zipper of her leotard all the way, exposing her tautly rounded little belly and a few curling strands of dark pubic hair, as the men watched in awe and amazement.
The atmosphere in the room was thick with lust as she slipped her thumbs inside the leotard and slowly began lowering it over the lush supple curves of her roundly flaring hips until only a thin line of pink material separated her from total nakedness.
Ralph broke out in a light film of sweat, and he was achingly aware of the tightness of his trousers. His semen-bloated balls felt as though they were going to explode. At the same time, he was fascinated by the erotic spectacle taking place right before his eyes.
Slowly, Mara turned around, offering to the class the rounded half moons of her nakedly gleaming buttocks, looking warm and white in contrast to the leotard bunched tightly just above her thighs. Peering seductively over her shoulder she purred throatily, "There are a lot of nice things you can do with a woman's ass, too ... but that's for a later class," she murmured, lowering herself sensually onto a couch and rolling slowly over on her back. Tantalizingly, she lowered the leotard over her firm, fleshy thighs and then flung it away into the darkness.
Undulating in time to the increasingly intense jungle music, Mara began to grind her pelvis back and forth. Her head was flung back and she seemed lost in her own erotic enjoyment as she moved. She lewdly writhed around on the couch, spreading her legs and exposing the hairy mound of her outer cuntal lips from every angle. Then suddenly she reached down between her legs and opened her thighs as far as they would go.
"This, of course, is a pussy, or a cunt, or whatever you'd like to call it," she said silkily, separating the wetly glistening pink lips with her finger, "I need a volunteer! Somebody who's really ... sure of himself!"
Ralph couldn't believe his ears. She was using exactly the words she had spoken to him earlier. He gripped the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white. The sight of her tender little pussy spread nakedly open like that made him feel almost savage. He wanted desperately to hold her in his arms, feel that warm creamy flesh pressed tight against his own hard, feverishly aroused body, and sink his blood engorged cock right up to the hilt into that moist pink cunt hole.
"Well?" Mara asked tauntingly. "Aren't any of you brave enough to volunteer?"
Suddenly, as if in a dream, Ralph felt himself rising from his seat. A murmur of surprise went through the room as he made his way to the couch. He felt like a different person, not the hard working, responsible young student he usually was, but a tough, raunchy stud. He stood before her, his thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his low-slung pants, gazing down at her lustily.
"Will I do?" he managed to ask, barely able to get the words out through the heavy thickness of his desire.
"Maybe," Mara cooed sensually. "Let's see what you've got!"
Her lewd words sent a stab of potent arousal through his lean, muscular frame. With trembling hands he wrenched off his belt and flung it aside, then ripped open the zipper of his trousers, shoved them roughly down to his ankles, and kicked them off. His huge throbbing penis stood out perpendicularly from his tangle of pubic hair.
"That's very ... impressive," Mara said, running her tongue lasciviously over her full red lips. "Do you know how to use it?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do, baby," Ralph growled, unable to contain himself any longer. With a low growl, her threw himself on top of her on the couch, clutching her lushly naked body hungrily, running his hands from her succulent pink-tipped breasts to the soft round cheeks of her buttocks, and plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth.
"Mmmmmhhhh," he moaned as Mara worked her hands between their tightly locked bodies and grasped his massively pulsating pole of male flesh.
"Show me," she murmured, circling her tongue wetly in his ear and sending new hot shivers of excitement racing through his body. Her hands ran over the smooth flesh of his muscular back and down over his strong, round buttocks that seemed charged with strength.
"Stick your beautiful big prick right up inside me, now!"
At her words, Ralph exploded with lust. Using his knee, he forced her legs apart as far as they would go. He was panting like a crazed animal as he positioned himself at the entrance to her already wet vaginal opening. His heavy thick penis was purplish red with excitement, the veins along the length fully out-lined and straining against the thin membrane of skin.
Mara looked up at him, her eyes shining; the sight of her, passionate and inviting, made the young husband feel powerful and potent. Somewhere deep within him, something primitive and forbidden began to stir. He wanted to tear her apart with his long hard cock, fuck her until she couldn't stand any more, until she begged for mercy. It wasn't lovemaking he wanted, not even satisfaction of normal desire. He felt like a satyr, a demon!
"Shove it in me, baby," Mara hissed, taking his hot raging tool in both her hands and trying to pull him towards her. "SHOVE YOUR PRICK UP INTO MY CUNT!"
With a savage growl, Ralph threw himself on her, and-aided by her hands which directed his massive length to the wetly quivering entrance to her cunt-he rammed his cock all the way into her warmly pulsating vaginal cavern. He drove forward lustfully until his cock's wide base slammed against the soft cushions of her outer pussy lips, buried to the hilt in her willing cuntal flesh. Immediately he began fucking her with a violence that surprised even him.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeeeee," Mara cried, as his heatedly thick shaft assaulted the velvety interior of her cunt. She dug her nails into his shoulder and pulled her legs back, so that her sandal clad heels bounced against his hard, straining buttocks. "Do it harder," she demanded, her face contorted with lust. "Harder!!!"
Hooking his arms under her knees, he forced her legs back against her chest, enabling himself to plunge even deeper into her inflamed wetly throbbing vagina. He twisted his pelvis in a powerful fucking motion, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, savoring each body jolting thud of his spongy cockhead against her tender cervix.
Mara wantonly writhed beneath him, moaning in an animal-like mixture of pleasure and pain. There was nothing she liked better than a long stiff cock battering her with the force of a jackhammer. "Nnnnnngggghhhhh," she groaned. "That's it, hurt me, HURT ME!"
"So that's the way you like it," Ralph growled. "Well, baby, that's fine with me!"
All tender sensibilities, all thoughts of Barbara, were banished from his mind as he gave himself completely to the bizarre situation. He felt like a god! He was fucking the sexiest chick he'd ever laid eyes on, at her invitation, in front of a room full of stunned, admiring men. The knowledge that he was being watched only increased his potency. He rammed into her soft cuntal warmth without mercy, his hard, sinewy buttocks swinging back and forth in rhythm to the brutal strokes of his fucking. His long lust-thickened cock was gorged to the bursting point, and his entire naked body shone with sweat. His heavy cum-filled balls slapped madly against her smooth inner thighs, and his every muscle was strained and tense with volcanic lust.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Mara moaned, gripping his buttocks and pulling him deeply up inside with every stroke. The harder he rode her the more she liked it, and if it hurt and bruised her too, that only made it even more exciting. The pain affected her like an incredible aphrodisiac. She had learned this through Rick Coretti, and now she only lived for the wild satisfaction she found through his organization, driven on in an endless search for sensation. She lost herself in the burning excitement of Ralph's iron-hard penis tearing at her, plunging like the drive shaft of a locomotive along the steaming, quaking walls of her pussy.
Like a cruel master punishing a slave, Ralph slammed in and out of her, his huge bulbous cock-head sliding relentlessly along her hot, wet sheath-pushing the sensitive pussy flesh aside like a hot knife cutting warm butter. He was consumed by a wild eroticism unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his life!
All too soon he felt his impatient seed begin to surge and gather in his loins. His aching, sperm-filled balls, swinging and bobbing lewdly as he fucked her with all his strength, began to feel as if they were about to explode from the intense build-up of white-hot cum.
Mara felt the change in the sudden uncontrolled spasms of impending release that surged throughout his sexually tensed frame. She, too, was suddenly bathed in new, overpowering sensations. The throbbing in her pleasurably tortured pussy swelled to galvanic proportions. "Ooooooohhhh," she moaned. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"
Ralph was at the bursting point also. His lust-inflated cock was about to explode with cum and, spurred on by her lewd exaltation, in a split second he was there!"
"Ah ... Ah ... AHHHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he trumpeted.
Spasm after spasm of his churning hot seed spurted out into her madly trembling cunt. Ralph's eyes were glazed like a madman's. triumphantly he emptied himself, and Mara received his lewd male cum with complete abandonment. Her own seething cuntal secretions flowed freely, and her dilated womb contracted spasmodically as she heaved her loins up to meet the last of his vicious thrusts.
"Mmmmmm ... ahhh...." she mewled, completely satisfied as he squeezed the last bubbling drops of his rolling sperm into her cum-flooded pussy. Then he withdrew and sank into the soft furriness of the sheepskin couch cover.
Feeling drained also, Mara sank down beside him and let the cool air waft over her nakedly glistening body. They were only dimly aware of the other men in the room, straining tensely in their chairs, their eyes riveted to the stupefying scene on the couch. But Mara didn't care about them anymore. She knew that she'd succeeded in her mission. Life Unlimited House had a new member.
CHAPTER THREE
Upon entering her own class some distance away in the rambling old house, Barbara was delighted to see that Jeannie and Annette were there before her. Although it made her slightly uncomfortable to notice that both were clad only in the skimpy loincloths that she had seen Annette wear on her last visit, her embarrassment at their semi-nakedness was outweighed by her relief at seeing someone she knew.
After all, she reasoned, they live here, and that seems to be some sort of uniform. Besides, I have to learn to ... her mind searched for the words Coretti had used the night before-to see the human body in a new perspective, without the prudery of the outside world.
Her strange encounter with the burly leader of the commune had affected her oddly. Already she felt freer than she had before, more on an equal level with Jeannie, whose freewheeling life style had always made her feel naive and unsophisticated. Now she chatted easily with her old neighbor, as though their mutual involvement in the Life Unlimited House had given birth to a new sense of camaraderie between them. Annette, smiling and serene, joined their conversation, too; and soon Barbara began to feel as though she were back in high school, surrounded by girl friends.
Gradually other women joined them in the room, which was smaller than the one occupied by Mara's class and furnished only with a phonograph, a single canvas sling-back chair, and brightly colored cushions scattered along the walls: Estelle, a dark-haired woman in her forties who laughed nervously and spoke in a tense voice about her recent divorce and her unsuccessful analysis; Gerry, a petite, bubbly seventeen year old with a raucous laugh and tightly curled, almost wiry red hair, and Connie, a quiet, moody brunette in her late twenties, also recently divorced.
Suddenly a hush fell over the room as the door opened again and Frank Bogart entered, clad in a pair of skin-tight leather pants that laced up the front and clearly out-lined the thick bulge of his cock and balls against his lean, muscular thighs. His feet were bare, and Barbara felt her heart beat faster as she took in his finely sculpted features, strikingly set off by the dark color of the leather. She noticed again the curling golden hairs that covered his pectoral muscles and tapered downwards until they disappeared inside his shiny trousers. He seemed even taller than she remembered him, at least six-foot four, and his eyes, set like shimmering blue pools on either side of his straight, chiseled nose, seemed to have a hint of cruelty in them as he surveyed the assembled women.
He smiled easily, however, as he began to speak, after collecting the application forms of the new arrivals.
"As those of you know who have had an introductory interview, our courses, particularly those for women, are based on the idea of surrender. You will never achieve erotic freedom until you are able to submit, totally and without question, to whatever sexual demands are made on you. For the next two hours, therefore, you are all to think of yourself as my sexual slaves. This first class is for the purpose of evaluating your ability to obey. If you can't meet our standards here, you'll be asked to attend a few more orientation sessions until you're ready. Of course, I will do everything I can to overcome your resistances, since you won't be accepted without my approval. Is that understood?" He looked carefully at each of the students, and Jeannie felt a sudden jolt of excitement as his cruel eyes locked on hers.
"Good," he continued as the women murmured and nodded their assent. "Then the first step is to get out of all those restrictive clothes. Not all at once," he ordered as they began, after a moment's hesitation, to divest themselves of their clothing. "One at a time, and in the front of the room, so we can all get acquainted."
In the silence that followed, the exotic looking young instructor pulled the sling-back chair to one side and sat down, crossing one long leg over the other, fully intending to enjoy his work. Sometimes he thought he enjoyed the first few classes more than the later ones. Although the latter were more involved and demanding, and in many ways more interesting, the first one always made him feel like a sultan with his pick of eligible virgins. "Start on one side of the room and go in sequence," he ordered.
Mentally he assessed each woman as she undressed. Estelle slipped out of her slacks, sweater, brassiere and panties awkwardly and quickly, blushing furiously the whole time, but stealing glances at the handsome leader. "An oldie but goodie," he thought, his eyes taking in her full, still attractive figure. "She'll loosen up. They always do." Annette glided silently and gracefully to the front of the room and unhooked her simple loincloth. Frank's eyes lingered a moment on her small, almost adolescent breasts and the roundly fleshed thighs that framed her reddish-blonde triangle of pubic hair. "She's the perfect slave," Frank mused. "Practically simple-minded, and she'll do anything I want her to do!"
Jeannie followed Annette, keeping her eyes down, her reddish hair falling over her face as she stood naked in front of the class. Barbara admired her friend's apparent lack of self-consciousness, and she smiled encouragement at her as she returned to her place.
Next was Gerry, who made them all laugh by doing a quick bump and grind as she wriggled out of her brief hot-pants and tiny ribbed top. Petite and perfectly proportioned, she obviously wasn't shy, and Frank felt his long thick penis stiffen at the sight of her small, voluptuous body.
Then it was Barbara's turn. Frank leaned forward slightly in anticipation as she began to unbutton her neat cotton blouse.
Ralph's wife reddened with embarrassment as one article of clothing after another joined the heap on the floor. She had never undressed in front of anyone before, not even Ralph, and certainly not in circumstances like these. I mustn't resist, she ordered herself, fighting down the desire to bury her head in her hands and run out of the room. She could feel Frank's eyes on her, almost palpably burning into her trembling flesh as, clad only in her flower-printed nylon brassiere and panties, she reached behind her to unhook her brassiere. Her lushly sloping breasts, tipped with tantalizing circles of coral, fell forward as they were released from the confines of the tight garment. Finally she eased her panties down over her long, shapely thighs and started back to her place, anxious to be out of the glare of Frank's penetrating eyes.
"Not so fast!" he ordered. "Stand up and let us see you."
Burning with shame and embarrassment, Barbara did as she was told, wishing she could sink into the floor. Frank gazed at her lasciviously, enjoying her obvious humiliation almost as her statuesque proportions. She was blushing from head to toe, and the pink tinge of her naked skin was an exciting contrast to the pale blonde hair that hung almost to her waist and the darker blonde tangle of her pubic mound. After what seemed to Barbara an eternity, he nodded to her that she could go.
Last of all was Connie, who slipped out of her clothes casually, as though she didn't care. Frank's eyes narrowed with interest as she shed her clothes, revealing a full-hipped figure with fleshy, sloping buttocks and lushly swaying breasts tipped with cherry-red nipples. "Stay there," he ordered, as the sensual beauty started to leave.
"You've done very well so far, slaves," he said, turning his chair slightly so that he faced them. "But this is only the beginning. "You," he said, indicating Gerry, "come up here next to my chair, and you stand on the other side," he ordered Connie. "Spread your legs!" Nervously the two naked women obeyed. Without looking at either of them, he reached between their thighs and began fondling their naked vaginal entrances as he spoke.
"I've told you that you must submit. Do any of you have any idea just what it is you must submit to?" he asked, staring at the class with glittering eyes, his lips curled in a slight smile at the stunned expressions on the women's faces as they watched him brazenly caress the obscenely exposed girls. Connie's head was thrown back and her eyes closed, as though this was the most natural thing in the world, while Gerry was beginning to wriggle lewdly against his probing finger. With no further preparation, Frank inserted one of his fingers into each accessible vaginal sheath and pulled them even closer. "No? Then I'll show you. You." he commanded, nodding to Estelle. "Kneel down and unlace my pants."
The tall, curly-haired young man spread his legs, and the older woman knelt between his knees and fumbled with the leather thongs. The pants were designed with an overlapping flap which, once undone, revealed his mammoth, fully erect penis and round, hairy testicles.
"This is your master! This is whom you must serve!" he said intensely as his desire-swollen cock waved lewdly before him. He punctuated his words with sudden upward prods of his fingers which caused Connie and Gerry to cry out in obvious pleasure. "Pay him homage!" he suddenly barked at Estelle, who still knelt, trembling, on the floor between his knees. "Lick my cock and balls, slave!"
Barbara watched, repelled yet fascinated, as Estelle bent over the massively throbbing penis. All she could see from her position on the floor were the pale white orbs of the divorcee's trembling buttocks and the expression of glazed lust on Frank's face as he continued to fondle Connie and Gerry while the older woman slavered over his fiery loins.
Although Barbara knew she shouldn't resist anything, something about the extraordinary scene before her eyes was dark and disturbing. Yet, paradoxically, she could feel herself becoming excited too, and she felt compelled to struggle against the new feelings. Still, though, she couldn't take her eyes away from the lewd quartet! It was ... degrading, she thought, somehow shameful and wrong! But despite her revulsion she was riveted to the lurid scene taking place before her.
Suddenly Jeannie nudged her into attention. She had been so absorbed in registering her own reactions that she hadn't noticed that Frank's attention had turned to her.
"You!" he shouted, for what must have been the second or third time, judging from the angry look in his glittering blue eyes. "Come suck my cock!"
Barbara felt paralyzed, unable to move. She tried to force herself forward, but she felt as though she were rooted to the spot. She couldn't do that terrible thing! She couldn't! Even though she had performed the same act only the previous day on the burly leader of the entire commune, that had been different. It was private and alone, not in a room full of other women. Of course, she was unaware that Frank and Mara had observed every step of her erotic interlude with Coretti.
Seeing her remain in her place, Frank abandoned the trio of aroused women and stalked ominously over to her, moving sleekly like a cat. Towering above her, he seized his massively thick shaft and balls in his hands and practically shoved them into her face.
"I SAID, SUCK MY COCK!" he hissed threateningly.
"I ... I can't!" she wailed, suddenly breaking into hysterical tears and flinging her head down on Jeannie's lap. "I can't!"
Whack! the terrified young wife suddenly felt a stinging slap across her naked white buttocks, and another, and another. "You can hit me all you like," she sobbed. "But I can't do what you say," and she clung all the harder to Jeannie, as if for protection.
"I see," Frank said, suddenly calm. "You prefer other things to sucking cock! Very well! I'm reasonable! Lie down, slave," he suddenly ordered Jeannie, who was just as unnerved as Barbara at the strange turn of events. She knew just how brutal Frank could be if crossed, so quickly did as she was told.
Before Barbara could even register her reaction of shock and horror to his new commands, he had flipped her all the way over on her belly between Jeannie's legs and straddled her quivering body, pinning her down with his own weight.
He wants me to lick Jeannie down there! No! No! her mind screamed, and she arched and twisted her body, trying to escape.
"Submit," Frank ordered, and his voice was strangely sensual and soft, almost like a caress. "Submit," he said again forcing her head downwards towards Jeannie's wetly glistening cuntal slit.
"Oh God, help me!" she wailed, feeling degraded beyond anything she had ever thought possible. But it was almost as though Frank were forcing her to obey through a superior will.
"You must help yourself!" he commanded. "Now!"
Closing her eyes and fighting back her shame and revulsion as best she could, Barbara allowed him to push her head into the warmly fleshed triangle up between Jeannie's widespread legs. She could smell the musky female scent of her friend wafting up into her nostrils, and although she was at first disgusted by it, the sharp fragrance also charged her body with a certain excitement, and despite her anxiety, she felt the renewed stirrings of sexual passion. She opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue. At first, as her tongue licked delicately at the moist cuntal outer lips and she tasted the slightly tart female wetness, she recoiled, but as she continued, she found herself little by little losing her resistance. Shivering, she -rimmed her tongue around the reddish strands of curling pubic hair that lined the soft, pink cleft. Her probing oral member suddenly found the erect little clitoris, and she was startled to feel it harden and quiver with excitement when she brushed it lightly with her tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm," Jeannie moaned, as Barbara's warm tongue slid softly up and down over her moistening vaginal furrow. Waves of delight gushed through her sensual young body and she began to writhe with pleasure, pushing her wetly throbbing pussy up into her friend's face, opening up her vaginal passage as wide as possible. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Her prim, naive next-door neighbor, only a few days ago shocked at the mildest reference to sex, was licking and sucking her pussy, lying naked on the floor between her legs, while Frank Bogart straddled her, watching it all so lasciviously! The slim young teacher's hand was clasped tightly around his hard swollen cock-shaft, and he was stroking himself into a frenzy of lust as Jeannie writhed and twisted passionately under Barbara's tonguing.
Suddenly the young blonde wife felt him get off her body, and an instant later, his hands were on her hips, pulling her upward into a kneeling position. Her nakedly gleaming buttocks waved lewdly in the air, and although the awkward position increased her feelings of shame and humiliation, she didn't dare move for fear of arousing his anger.
Positioned behind her, Frank's eyes were glued to the obscene tableau. Barbara's long blonde hair fanned out around her shoulders and down her back in shimmering waves and cascaded lightly over Jeannie's widespread thighs. Then his attention turned to the fleshy, quivering mounds of Barbara's buttocks and the deep shadowy crevice that divided the two moon-like halves. He was consumed now with a passion so deep, so compulsive, that his mind flickered with the lewdest, vilest of thoughts. Reaching out with both hands, he gripped the soft, fleshy ass cheeks and spread them slowly apart, his eyes riveted to the brown, tightly puckered little anus that nestled up between them.
Barbara shivered as she felt his fingers flick teasingly up and down the length of her defenselessly upthrust rectal crevice. Oh no, she thought, he's going to do what Ralph did the other night! He's going to put his finger in there! I don't know if I can stand it! More accustomed to the lewd idea than she had been the first time, however, she had to admit that there was a tantalizingly exciting feeling attached to his fingers exploring her anal area, and she tried to relax into it, concentrating her attention on her oral ministrations to Jeannie's softly undulating cunt.
Then she felt his outstretched finger poised at the entrance to her rectal passage itself, and despite her efforts to submit, her body tensed and she began to struggle. But Frank gripped her tightly around the waist with one hand and, with iron cruelty, plunged the extended middle finger of the other into her tightly puckered nether hole.
Barbara emitted a shriek of pain and began bucking and twisting wildly. Her back passage felt as though it were on fire, although his finger had scarcely penetrated beyond the tight muscular ring at the entrance.
"Hold her down," Frank commanded the other women in the "class."
Suddenly Barbara felt Jeannie's legs lock around her back in a vise-like grip, while her hands clutched her hair and forced her head back down into the warmly perfumed vaginal slit. Barbara had never known such pain and degradation. Even Ralph's cruel treatment was nothing compared to this! She moaned and writhed but to no avail, for Jeannie held her head firmly, forcing the captive young wife to continue licking her pussy, while Frank forced his finger up her tight anal opening, inch by torturous inch, widening it and sending stinging shafts of pain through her whole body.
Then, without warning, it was over. Barbara felt his finger slip out of her shuddering anal passage, and for a moment, she felt a wave of relief that he was through with her. An instant later, however, she realized that her ordeal was not yet completed. He gripped her hips firmly with his hands, and then she was horrified to feel his thickly swollen penis throbbing with a hot excitement against her aching rectal entrance.
He'll tear me apart! Barbara thought wildly. I'll never be able to take his thing in there! It's too big! Stark terror overcame her as she felt the charged, rubbery head begin to press inexorably against her, stretching the tight sphincter farther than it had ever gone before. All she could do was let it push her forward until her face was crushed against Jeannie's wetly pulsating cunt.
He'll realize it doesn't fit, she thought, and he'll have to stop! But suddenly, with savage intensity, Frank plunged his massive tool forward with a vicious jerk, forcing the purplish head just inside her tightly clenched anus. Barbara screamed with pain. She felt she would faint from the searing, fiery sensations that shot through her back and bowels.
Taking his time and savoring every centimeter of his progress, Frank inched his lust-engorged cock up into her straining back passage, his brutal pleasure increased by her agonized cries. "Oooohhhhhh baby!" he grunted as he pushed his long, hot cock into the tensely throbbing interior of her rectum.
Impaled as she was from behind by Frank's rigidly thick cock that ripped into her rectal flesh like a burning sword, and gripped mercilessly in front by Jeannie, there was nothing the nakedly kneeling young wife could do but surrender. Surrender completely! Her body was racked with pain, and her mind was awash with shame and self-loathing.
Frank began to slowly fuck her in and out, each cruel sodomizing thrust widening the still tightly resistant rear channel. Jeannie twisted and jerked her hips, grinding her suddenly tingling pussy up into her friend's wetly smeared face. Frank increased his tempo, his dangling hairy balls slapping at the moistly quivering flesh of Barbara's vagina. In her most secret thoughts, she had never imagined such horrible things could happen to anyone ... much less herself.
Yet ... there was no denying it ... something else was beginning to happen as well. Another aspect of her personality, the strangely depraved creature she had only begun to know during her forced oral intercourse with Coretti, began to take her over again.
Her body rippled with a new excitement. She felt as if she were melting. Out of the humiliation and shame, she began to feel voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain bearable ... yes ... yes, even delicious! Without realizing it, she intensified her tonguing and relaxed her ass muscles, opening the way for Frank's slicing, pounding penis to come into her anal hole as deeply as he wanted. For all she cared he could tear her apart! Destroy her!
Sensing her new abandon, Frank thrust his blood-engorged tool deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously. Jeannie lost herself in the radiantly sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing vaginal cave and moaned passionately under Barbara's wild tongue-fucking.
"OOOOOooohhhh yyyeeessss," she cried, as the kneeling young wife's quivering tongue plunged snake-like deeper and deeper into her madly convulsing pussy. "YYYEEESSSSSS!!!!!"
All three bodies heaved and twisted shamelessly, oblivious of the circle of amazed female faces that watched them. The threesome began to move in unison, their muscles straining under the brutalizing force of their rampant sexuality.
Frank grunted and heaved his burgeoning penis deeply into Barbara's rectal passage, and she received his iron blows with gasping ecstasy. She began to drive her nakedly rotating buttocks backwards, actually craving the hammer blows of his thick mighty organ deep inside her forever stretched rectum. It seemed to answer a deep, never before acknowledged need to be completely battered and used. It was as if all her nerve endings had been taken out of herself and thrust forcibly into a churning maelstrom of erotic sensation. She felt herself caught up in a whirling, boiling vortex of excitement. I'm cumming! she realized with amazement. I'M CUMMING!
As she began to convulse with the onrush of orgasm, grinding her naked buttocks back against Frank's heatedly pistoning cock, he could feel his white-hot sperm gathering in his throbbing balls, welling up and churning towards ultimate release. "Ah ... ahhh ... AHHH...." he moaned as the tension grew.
Jeannie also felt her excitement double. Her entire vaginal sheath seemed to contract and bear downward with violent intensity as Barbara, caught in the onrush of climax, whirled and rammed her tongue madly in her friend's hotly quivering pussy. "OOOOOOHHHH!" I ... I'm CUMMMMIIINNNGG!" she shrieked loudly, as her heated vaginal walls suddenly began to secrete the sweet aching essence that gushed forth and washed like a steaming vapor down her wildly spasming pussy, cascading over Barbara's plunging tongue and onto the kneeling young woman's face.
"AAAGGGGHHH!" Frank cried as his white hot sperm began shooting far up into the tightly convulsing rectum of his newest "slave." Barbara felt the boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsating cuntal sheath gushed its own warm fluid in complete response to the mad climax that rocked the room. Closing her eyes, she could see wild explosions like starbursts of rocket fire behind her eyes, as she strained backwards, opening, opening, opening farther than she ever had before.
After draining the last of his thick, male fluid deep into her wildly clasping anal canal, Frank removed his still gorged, thick cockhead with a pop from her stretched and aching hole and slumped, exhausted on the floor. Barbara was shocked to realize that despite the torment, she felt strangely empty once it was gone. Jeannie, her passion also ebbing away, sank back on the floor, breathing heavily.
Finally released from their cruel grip, Barbara raised her battered young body upwards. As her mind swirled, trying to gain consciousness, she suddenly saw Connie, Gerry, Estelle and Annette watching her in stunned silence. In a chilling rush of awareness, she realized that they had witnessed the entire obscene spectacle to which she had not only been forced to submit, but which she had actually begun to enjoy. A sudden flood of shame washed over her, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor, wishing she could die.
"Oh no," she sobbed. "No ... no ... no...."
CHAPTER FOUR
After the class was over, several hours later, Barbara fled the room and rushed to the ladies room on the first floor to erase the traces of her obscene encounter from her tear-ravaged face. "I'll never come back here again," she vowed to herself as she adjusted her makeup in the mirror. "Ralph was right! This place is immoral, and as soon as I see him I'm going to tell him so! Oh! How can I ever face Jeannie again? Or any of those women?"
The shockingly lewd episode had affected her deeply, and in ways she didn't really want to confront. It was horrifying to the well-bred wife to realize that she had not only participated in the lurid scene, but in some depraved comer of herself had actually enjoyed it. The image of herself wriggling nakedly and lewdly backwards into Frank's fiercely plummeting penis, while her lips and tongue slavered over Jeannie's lust swollen vagina and clitoris rose before her mind's eye like a hideous phantom from a nightmare. Frightened by the intensity of her own depravity even more than by Frank's, all she wanted was to hurl herself into her husband's arms and hide there forever, safe and secure.
"We'll work things out ourselves," she muttered aloud as she hurried down the hall to the reception hall where they had agreed to meet. "We don't need any classes in erotic freedom. Nothing that happens between us could possibly be as horrible as what went on in that room!"
Suddenly she saw her husband coming towards her from the opposite direction. She quickened her pace, her heels making a sharp staccato sound on the tiled floors. "Oh, Ralph, I'm so glad to see you," she began, breaking into a run and throwing her arms around him like a child lost in a storm.
"Hi baby, how are you?" he replied, returning her embrace and lifting her lightly off the floor. Barbara was taken aback by his lighthearted tone and his air of complete relaxation.
"You know, honey," he continued, setting her down but keeping his hands around her waist, "you were right and I was wrong! This place really has a lot going for it!"
"Then I guess we'll see you next week, Ralph?"
Barbara had been so intent on reaching Ralph's side that she hadn't even noticed that he was accompanied by the petitely curvaceous brunette that she had met briefly when they arrived. Now she watched her husband turn to the attractive woman and shake her hand warmly.
"Yes, yes I think so," he said slowly, his eyes riveted to the stranger's face.
"I look forward to it," the girl replied in a low voice.
"Well, honey, how was your class?" Ralph asked, slipping his arm around her shoulder as they walked down the broad steps of the mansion. He felt euphoric after Mara's dynamic lovemaking. Although he knew it was wrong, knew that he was being unfaithful and dishonest to his lovely young wife, the feelings unleashed within him by his public encounter with the amoral instructress were too potently satisfying for him to be able to let go. After all, he reasoned in an uneasy dialogue with his conscience, I'm not getting what I need at home, so why shouldn't I have a little extracurricular fun? Just temporarily, of course, until Barbara gets herself together! So absorbed was he in his own experience that it never occurred to him that his young wife might have undergone a similar, though less pleasant, ordeal.
"It ... it was strange," Barbara responded slowly, not sure how to begin. She looked at her husband's serene profile. He seemed happier than she had seen him in months. "I'm not sure I want to go back," she blurted out suddenly.
"Why not?"
Her heart seemed to turn over as she saw again the harsh scene in Frank's classroom. How could she even begin to tell him? With a shock, she realized that it was unimaginable that she could ever describe it to her husband. She wouldn't even know where to begin. And even if she could somehow manage to verbalize the events themselves, what could she say when he asked her why she had submitted to such a terrible thing? Explain that she had wanted it? Given herself over to a stranger in the most shameless ways possible? She, who had been so prudish with her husband for months that he was driven to the point of near-rape? He'd never forgive her! Never!
"Oh ... I don't know," she faltered. "It was just ... strange, that's all."
"Yeah, well I guess you have to expect that at the beginning," Ralph replied easily. "Say here's our bus!"
Miserably Barbara followed him onto the sooty, lumbering vehicle and stared bleakly out the window during the long ride back to the city.
* * *
The following Monday they received a card in the mail informing them they had been officially accepted into the Life Unlimited House courses, and inviting them to come early the next time to speak with "Brother Coretti," who would work out financial arrangements and answer any questions they might have.
All week Barbara searched for a way out of her dilemma. The little that Ralph told her during his brief free time at home wasn't any help. Nothing disturbing seemed to have happened to him at all.
Maybe it's just that terrible Frank Bogart, Barbara wondered. If I could tell Mr....Brother Coretti about him, maybe he'd fire him. Maybe he doesn't know what goes on in his class!
The thought cheered her somewhat, and when, on the following Saturday, they again took the bus over the Hudson to the house on the Palisades, her heart was lighter than it had been all week.
"Welcome back, Ralph and Barbara!" The burly commune leader greeted them jovially, ushering them into his private suite on the second floor. "I'm delighted that you've decided to join our happy family!"
Ralph's eyes popped as he beheld Coretti's luxurious private quarters for the first time. Even Barbara, more accustomed to the things that money can buy, was a little in awe. Plush oriental wall-to-wall carpeting covered the floor.
The furnishings in the private suite were modern and comfortable. In addition to the usual chairs, tables and couches, the room contained an audio-visual system along one wall with a huge collection of tapes and records, a built-in color television set with the largest screen either of them had ever seen, movie cameras and projectors, and various other electronic toys for the masterful leader's amusement.
"Man, you've really got it made!" Ralph expostulated, hardly knowing where to look first.
"Fate has been very kind to me," Coretti replied, smiling and indicating that they should sit down on one of the large luxurious couches. "I like to think it's my reward for doing good works, but perhaps that's egotistical of me. Make yourselves comfortable for a few minutes. I had a business meeting this morning in the city, and I haven't had a chance to change."
In contrast to Barbara's first meeting with him, Coretti was attired in an expensive looking light weight business suit, which made more of an impression on Ralph than his exotic eastern looking garments would have. In fact, the young student felt a little foolish over his initial harsh opinion of the man who now chatted easily with them from the bedroom that adjoined the spacious living room.
"I've heard glowing reports from Mara and Frank about your progress. They each told me you were the most promising pupils in their classes."
Barbara's forehead wrinkled in a frown at his words. It seemed incredible that Frank would have spoken well of her, in view of his fury at her in the class. It confirmed her suspicion that Coretti was being deceived by the slim, sensual young man, and she was even more determined to speak out about him, if only she could talk to Coretti alone.
"Now, let's get down to business," Coretti said, returning to the room clad in a short, belted terrycloth robe and slippers.
"According to your applications, your income isn't exactly princely, is it?"
"That's an understatement," Ralph replied ruefully. "If the first class hadn't been free, we wouldn't have been able to come at all, and frankly I don't see how we're going to be able to afford to go on with them."
Coretti surveyed the young couple, his shrewd eye sizing up the innocent looking husband as astutely as they had the wife. He knew the type, all honor and ambition until you flung temptation in their path. Then they'd sell their own mother for a taste of money or prestige, or even a good lay, he thought cynically. He'd hustled enough of them to know they all had their price. But if you played them right, got them hooked slowly, they were tremendously loyal, and he needed an organization of bright, loyal young men to help him maintain the place at the top of the heap that he'd worked for all his life, and which was now almost within his grasp. Besides, he took a perverse pleasure in corrupting the innocent. It was what they wanted anyway, and he had created the Life Unlimited Houses to give people what they wanted ... for a price.
"Ordinarily, Ralph, our classes are quite expensive, as you can no doubt understand, given what we provide." Ralph thought he looked at him a little too pointedly, though he couldn't be sure. "In your case, however, I am prepared to waive most of the fees in exchange for some legal services. You are a law student, aren't you?"
"Yes," the astonished young husband replied, "but I can't practice yet. I've got years to go!"
"Let me explain. I have a foundation that is very profitable, so profitable, in fact, that I can scarcely keep track of all the ins and outs, and I don't really trust the firm that's handling things for me. I've decided that I need a legal secretary, someone to do research for me, figure out angles, someone I can trust. It could be very valuable experience for someone interested in corporate law, as I expect Life Unlimited Houses to be springing up all over the country in the next few years. You could handle the whole thing once you have your degree. Do you think you'd be interested?"
"Of course I'd be interested," Ralph answered, "but I don't know how much time I'd be able to give you now. I have a part-time job at a garage and I go to school during the day ... "
"I think I'll very shortly have enough work for you that you could give up your job at the garage and make even better money than you do now. If it works out, you could have a very profitable career here."
"I ... I don't know what to say," Ralph stammered, looking at Barbara in amazement.
"I told you he was a wonderful man," she smiled, squeezing her husband's hand warmly. "Oh, Brother Coretti, how can we ever thank you?"
The burly leader waved aside her gratitude. "Nonsense, my dear. It's a mutual exchange. Think it over, Ralph, and we'll talk about it again soon. In the meantime, do either of you have any questions you'd like to ask?"
"I do," Barbara began, twisting her hands nervously in her lap.
"In that case, let me show Ralph where his class is meeting today. Then you and I can have a little chat before yours begins."
The heavy-set sex guru led Ralph through his private entrance to the adjoining bath chamber. "In there," he said, indicating the dressing room on the other side, "you'll find some clothes. Put them on and wait for Mara to come and get you. Congratulations! You are now officially accepted as a slave. I have no doubt you'll soon be a master. Mara says you're very ... quick!"
"Thank you," Ralph stammered, his head swimming with Coretti's strange terminology and his generous offer.
"Oh, and Ralph," Coretti continued, "I want you to know there's no limit to how far you can go here if you stick with me. Understand?"
"I think so."
"Good," Coretti turned on his heel and went back into his private suite. And now, he thought, to take care of the little woman. And I know just how to do it, too. Smiling evilly, the calculating entrepreneur disappeared into his chambers.
After he was gone, Ralph made his way across the marble-tiled bathroom to the dressing room. On one of the benches, he found a brief studded-leather jock strap, a pair of high sandals with straps that encircled his legs at mid-calf, and a bronzed bracelet which fit around his upper arm. He knew that "slave" was the first and lowest rung on the ladder of achievement in the Life Unlimited House, but he hadn't been prepared for this.
Feeling strangely excited, though not entirely without embarrassment, the muscular young student slipped out of his own clothes and into the weird costume.
Once attired, he looked at himself in the mirror, hardly able to believe the image that greeted him. The skimpy triangle of leather barely covered the huge mound of his genitals, and dark strands of pubic hair curled out over the top and sides and up over his flat stomach and muscular chest. In profile, the soft flesh of his testicles protruded in front of his muscular thighs. His buttocks, except for the thin thongs that held up the jock strap, were naked. To his amazement, the sight of his own body in the mirror affected him erotically. He could scarcely believe that the darkly erotic, vaguely dangerous looking stud that looked back at him was himself. "Wait'll Mara gets a load of this," he thought chuckling to himself at his own vanity.
Just then the door opened, and the object of his thoughts came in, swathed in a long black velvet cape that rustled silkily as she walked, and a pair of tightly laced leather boots. Through the opening in the cape, he could see that she was naked except for a triangular piece of leather that matched his own around her loins.
For a long moment they looked at each other, both stunned by the other's exotic appearance. Then Ralph let out a long whistle. "Not bad," he began, moving towards her ready to take her in his arms.
"Quiet, slave!" she snapped. "Follow me!" Turning on her heel, she led the way back into the room she had come from. Taken aback by her sharp rebuff, Ralph did as she commanded.
Once inside, the spectacle that met his eyes caused him to stop short in astonishment. The room was small and dark, the walls covered with thick velvet drapes and the only light coming from several candles. Backless couches were scattered along the walls, and in the dim light, he could barely make out the figures of several girls in costumes identical to his own, wearing half-masks that covered their faces so that he couldn't distinguish their features, only their virtually naked bodies and the color of their hair. One of them, still in her teens, he guessed, from her smallish adolescent proportions, was sitting against the wall, her knees bent and her thighs spread wide, finger-fucking herself. The other two were twined in each other's arms, stroking each other's bodies while their tongues darted lasciviously in and out of each other's mouths. Actually, the figures belonged to Annette, Jeannie and Connie respectively, turned over to Mara by Frank and commanded to do her bidding. No sooner did he lay eyes on them, than the scantily clad young man experienced a thundering erection that made his skimpy triangular garment bulge outward from his nearly nude body.
Christ! he thought, looking around lustily, I could cum just watching them!
"Lie down on the floor!" Mara ordered. "There!"
Looking down, Ralph saw an area in the middle of the room roughly out-lined by three metal rings that protruded from the floor in a triangular arrangement. "Grab the ring above your head," she commanded when he had settled himself, "with both hands."
Stretching his arms over his head, Ralph did as he was told. An instant later, he was unnerved to feel his wrists being tightly bound together and attached to the metal contrivance.
"What the...." he began, twisting around to see what was happening.
"Silence, slave!" Mara spat, cutting him off. Suddenly two of the girls had seized his legs and spread them apart, and they, too, were bound to the rings at the sides, though more loosely than his hands so that he still had freedom of movement in the lower part of his body. Ralph grinned. It seemed like a game, and he was curious as to what erotic contrivance Mara had in mind this time.
When he was firmly tied down, the voluptuous instructress dropped her cape, undid her loin cloth, and stood above him cupping her hands under her ripe, melon-like breasts and massaging them lewdly.
"You're a real bundle of surprises today, aren't you?" Ralph said.
"We are your Amazon masters today, slave. We are going to use you for our pleasure, as a sex object, just as men are accustomed to using women. You must satisfy all of us before we let you go. Do you understand? Of course, if you don't think you're man enough to take us all on, you just have to say so, and we'll find someone who is!"
Ralph's mind reeled at her announcement. My god! he thought, I'm gonna be gang-banged by four beautiful broads! What a trip! Any residue of hesitation he felt was completely wiped away by the note of faint derision in Mara's last words. Although the situation was novel and bizarre, he wasn't going to back down in front of all those women! Besides, this was the kind of situation men dreamed of ... a pornographic fantasy come true!
"I'm man enough, baby," he answered, looking up at her, his lips curled in a smile.
"I hope so." she purred, smiling in her turn and moving away to one of the couches where she had a good view. "Begin!"
Suddenly Ralph felt himself surrounded by soft female flesh. The young blonde he had noticed at first, and the brunette, older and more voluptuously fleshy, crouched down on either side of him and began licking his naked flesh, running their tongues tantalizingly over his abdomen and chest, sucking and biting on his nipples, then licking his armpits all the way up his inner arm to his leather-bound wrists. At the same time, the third girl, who looked vaguely familiar to Ralph, began performing the same ministrations on the lower half of his body, working her way upwards from his toes, each of which she nibbled and sucked.
Ralph had never felt anything like it before. Deliciously erotic sensations began to ripple through him immediately, from the first instant they touched him. The paths of their tongues left an icy coolness in its wake, unpleasant at first, but soon tantalizingly exciting. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as the three, lithe, sensual bodies pressed in on him from every direction, rubbing moist cuntal sheathes against his legs, filling his mouth with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size, and all the time, running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and again he yanked fiercely at the leather thongs that bound him to the floor, wild with frustration at not being able to grab their lush bodies with his hands. It was maddening! He twisted and heaved involuntarily, wishing he could break loose, but every attempt met only with defeat until, his wrists red and sore, he realized it was useless.
"Lick him good, girls," he heard Mara command, laughing eerily.
Every nerve, every inch of his flesh felt quiveringly alive. It was as though there were a fire in the heavy sac between his legs, emanating outward in every direction. His penis, he could see, was massively erect, jerking and swaying in the air. His balls felt hard and tight, as though they were already full of thick male fluid, and they throbbed spasmodically as the three nubile beauties continued to work him over.
The one between his legs was sensuously licking the pale, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, working her way upwards in wet circles. She flicked her tongue over his testicles, then took as much of the hairy sacs into her greedily sucking mouth as she could, nibbling softly and making him groan with pleasure. Next her soft lips caressed his painfully surging shaft, finally curling around the purplish head and taking it deeply into her mouth.
Suddenly she abandoned her oral activities and straddled his body, poised just above his cock. Ralph started when he got a good look at her. It was Jeannie! he realized all at once, heaving halfway off the floor until the sharp pull of the leather thongs around his wrists jerked him roughly back to earth. He couldn't fail now! He'd never live it down if he didn't give it to all of them! Besides, she might tell Barbara!
Seeing the recognition in his eyes, Jeannie smiled knowingly. It genuinely amused her to have "straight and narrow Ralph," as she used to call him when she wanted to annoy him, stretched out on the floor of the lurid commune, forced to do her bidding, to satisfy any depraved desire that might occur to her. Enjoying his consternation, she took his massively thick penis in her hands and began rubbing it back and forth over the moistly warm opening of her pussy. Ralph groaned despite himself as he felt her hot furry wetness against the charged, rubbery head of his lust-enlarged cock. Teasingly she moved his pulsating thickness back and forth, almost but not quite taking it inside her with each stroke. She rubbed her hard little clitoris against it, sending ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies, then twisting her naked young pelvis in a corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid pillar-like column. He groaned as he felt her warm softness slowly engulfing his hotly throbbing shaft. Leaning back and using the floor for leverage, she began slowly pumping her smooth white buttocks up and down over him.
At the same time, the short sexy brunette with the huge breasts-Connie, although Ralph had no way of knowing who it was-began to squat over his face, spreading her softly furred outer lips with her hands. Looking up, Ralph could see the thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, already moist and throbbing.
Involuntarily he began licking his lips in anticipation of what was about to happen. Barbara would have been horrified if he had even suggested such a thing to her! Yet here was another woman, a complete stranger, actually inviting him, forcing him, to run his tongue over her lewdly exposed cuntal slit! Besides all that, out of the comer of his eye he could see Mara on the couch, a slight smile on her lips, watching the debauchery on the floor while she slowly, excitedly finger-fucked herself up between her slightly spread thighs.
With agonizing slowness, Connie lowered herself over the helplessly pinned man. He could smell the warmly perfumed aroma of her cuntal passage, feel the soft downy thatch of her pubic hair, and finally, taste the sweet tartness of her velvety vaginal slit. His tongue snaked out, touching the hard little bud of her clitoris, then moved downwards and began to explore the fleshy interior. He could feel her lushly naked body tremble above him, and the knowledge that she was aroused filled him with new excitement.
"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned, seizing her erect clitoris lightly between his teeth, and nibbling and sucking on it.
"He likes to eat pussy!" Mara laughed, "The slave likes to eat pussy! Make him eat you good, Amazon!"
The sound of her taunting laughter as she egged the girls on somehow only added to the bizarre eroticism of the scene for Ralph. Slavering wetly under Connie, he began unconsciously twisting his pelvis back and forth and up and down, in time with Jeannie's now intensifying fucking motions. His whole body was charged with excitement. He felt incredibly powerful, although he was stretched out helplessly on the floor and consumed with electrifyingly sensual feelings such as he had never known before.
Suddenly Jeannie began to lurch up and down on his desire-swollen rod, emitting short gasps. His pelvis moved with her, bouncing up and down, lifting her off the floor with each stroke. Above him, Connie wriggled faster and faster, twisting and spreading her legs, forcing his wetly quivering tongue deeper and deeper into her shuddering vaginal passage.
"Nnnnnngggggghhhhhh," the heavy-hipped divorcee mewled, her cherry-pointed breasts bobbing like corks as she undulated her pelvis around over his lewdly licking and sucking mouth. It was like an incredible carousel as the moaning, thrashing trio raised and lowered itself in unison.
"A A AAHIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Connie's wails joined Jeannie's, and it seemed to Ralph that the room was alive with lewdly writhing, screaming females. Connie's succulently warm pussy began to contract uncontrollably and she ground it down into his face as though she would devour his tongue with her hungry vaginal mouth.
All at once, despite his efforts to hold himself back, his pelvis began to rock furiously, as though an earthquake were going off in his loins. Can't ... cum ... yet! he thought desperately. Got ... to ... hold out! Making a herculean effort of will, he forced himself to hold himself rigid and think of something else, anything else, until Jeannie's furious fucking motions subsided and she slid exhausted off his still rigidly erected cock. Connie, too, ceased her wild gyrations, and Ralph was about to heave a sigh of relief when suddenly Annette, who had been watching the double orgasm of her companions, moved to Jeannie's place at a sign from Mara.
Oh my God! Ralph groaned inwardly, his chest heaving and his body drenched with sweat, I'll never make it!
CHAPTER FIVE
Meanwhile, back in Coretti's suite of private rooms, a distraught Barbara was doing her best to explain to the wealthy sex "teacher" her feelings about her first class with Frank Bogart. Coretti listened to her recital with only half an ear, more interested in watching the attractive young woman's body as she spoke than in anything she had to say.
"Shit, he thought, "that chick's got a pair of knockers that are pure dynamite! And so is her ass. Mmmm-mmmm! Love those big blondes!"
It was true that despite her anxiety, the young wife looked particularly attractive. Attired in a bright print, short sundress that left her back and arms bare, she looked as though she were attending a respectable garden party rather than a meeting at a sex commune. Her long blonde hair was loose, except for a tortoise-shell barrette which kept it off her face. Her skin was lightly tanned, and her long legs, clad only in a pair of thong sandals, were enticingly within reach of Coretti's plump, hairy hand. The burly cultist tried to keep his mind on her words...." and then he got very angry at me and ... and ... oh," she suddenly burst out, "I hardly know how to say it!" Barbara twisted her hands nervously in her lap, trying to find a way to make the awful story easier to tell. It embarrassed her even to think about it!
"Now, now, my dear," Coretti interrupted, patting her sculpted knee with his hand. "You mustn't be so upset. Think of me as a father. You can tell me anything! Now what exactly happened?"
Barbara swallowed a few times, her courage faltering. Finally she was able to speak.
"Do you remember what you made me do to you the other day?" she asked, looking at the floor.
"Vividly." Coretti replied, "and with great pleasure."
Barbara blushed at his low, intimate tone. "Well, he made me do that to another woman!"
"No! Really?"
"Yes ... and ... and when I was down on the floor, he held me down and then ... he put his thing in me, back there!" Barbara trembled all over as she spoke the humiliating words. But at last it was out, and she waited expectantly, hardly daring to look Coretti in the eye.
"I see," Coretti replied gravely, tapping his fingers together and looking very serious. "You have been through quite an ordeal, haven't you? You poor child, let me get you a drink, and think about this for a few moments."
The portly man moved to the bar at the other end of the room, and Barbara was grateful that he turned his back, giving her a chance to collect herself. His presence was so powerful that she found it almost exhausting. That must be because he's so ... so high! she thought, remembering Frank's words on her first visit.
"What would you like?" he asked her from across the room. "Scotch? Bourbon? A little wine?"
"Wine would be lovely," Barbara replied, beginning to feel better just having talked about her traumatic experience with Frank. I knew Brother Coretti would take care of it, she thought confidently.
"Here you are my dear," he said softly, offering her a crystal goblet full of sparkling burgundy and resuming his seat opposite her.
"Oh, thank you," Barbara said, taking a sip. "It tastes bitter!"
"That's just the kind of wine it is," her host replied smoothly, "it takes some getting used to, but I think you'll find it very relaxing." He didn't mention that he had taken the precaution of spiking her drink with a fine white powder that he kept around for special occasions.
Now he watched the tall, attractive blonde begin to relax. Slowly her features began to lose their drawn, tense look, and she allowed herself to sink back in the chair, closing her eyes for a moment.
It was so nice to be in comfortable surroundings again, she thought, looking lazily around the room. It was almost like being at home again, in the safe world she had inhabited as a child, where everything was taken care of and she didn't have to worry about money, or sex, or anything. Coretti did feel a bit like a father, too, except better than her actual father, more understanding and tolerant.
Suddenly a vivid image of their meeting in the bath chamber crossed her mind, and she felt herself flush at the memory. She could see herself as she must have looked then, straddled by his massive body, sucking at his mammoth penis. Coretti saw her reaction.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked.
"Of the other day ... you and I ... in the other room," she replied, her words sounding strangely thick on her tongue. She took another sip of the wine and tried to focus her concentration.
"Ah yes. That upset you at first, too, didn't it?" the sly voluptuary continued.
"Yes."
"As much as your experience with Frank?"
"I ... I don't know."
"As I recall, though, your feelings changed before it was over, didn't they?"
A nameless feeling of dread coursed through Barbara's mind. What was he getting at? There was something unpleasant, dangerous, about the questions he was asking, but she couldn't quite remember what it was, only that she felt suddenly wary and ill at ease.
"I don't remember," she said, feeling her body grow tense again.
"But I remember," Coretti continued softly, watching the young blonde intently as he sipped his scotch. "I remember you sucked my cock like you'd been doing it all your life, and you were playing with yourself too, weren't you? In fact you seemed to find it very exciting, even satisfying, or else you wouldn't have come back."
"I ... I...." Everything he was saying was true, Barbara realized, remembering her frantic writhings as Coretti's hotly pulsating penis sluiced in and out of her greedily sucking mouth.
"You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"Yes," she finally admitted, "but that was different...."
"You mean you didn't eventually enjoy Frank's class?"
Barbara felt herself paralyzed in the chair, and the nameless terror grew within her mind until it blotted out everything else. Her throat felt dry and constricted, as though she wanted to cry, and her breath came in short gasps. Coretti's voice droned on, and his eyes glittered hypnotically.
"Just how did you feel when you were down on the floor eating Jeannie's pussy while Frank fucked you up the ass? Was it painful? Did you cum? Was there-"
"Stop!" The scream was wrenched from the young wife's throat, and she bolted from her chair, holding her hands clenched tightly over her ears. "I can't stand it any more! Stop interrogating me!"
Coretti pursued her around the room like a cat, "This is only for your own good!" he insisted. "You must confront your own feelings without evasion! Now," he said, suddenly seizing her by the shoulders and forcing her to look at him. "Did you or did you not love what Frank did to you? Don't try to lie to me! I've spoken to Frank already! If you hated it so much, why did you wiggle your ass back onto his prick and practically beg him for more?"
Each question affected Barbara like the lash of a whip, until her mind exploded in hysteria.
"YES!" she shouted, her head thrown back and tears streaming down her face. "Yes! I loved it! I wallowed in it! And I'm ashamed of it!" She collapsed in a heap on the chair, sobbing wildly, when Coretti released his grip on her arms.
An evil smile of triumph was on his lips as he watched the defeated girl sob out her horror and humiliation. Of course you loved it, you little cunt, he thought cynically. And by the time I'm through with you, what Frank did will look like child's play!
"There, there, my dear," he soothed her aloud. "Cry it out. That's it. You've made a tremendous breakthrough today, Barbara. Admitting all this has done more for you than you know. And now you must learn to feel no guilt!"
His comforting words stopped the flow of Barbara's tears for a moment, but the mention of guilt started them anew.
"But, Ralph!" she wailed. "If my husband ever knew what happened, I don't know what he'd do! I always accused him of being gross and coarse, and now I ... I've done things worse than he's ever dreamed of."
To her surprise, the muscular leader burst into loud peals of laughter at her words. "Is that what's worrying you?" he asked. "Then perhaps I can put your mind at rest!" Still chuckling, he reached for the remote control panel on the closed circuit television system. "Just watch that screen, my dear! I think you'll see some things that may fascinate you!"
* * *
In the dimly lit room down the hall, Mara heard the almost inaudible click that indicated the hidden television cameras were on. The awareness that she was being watched did nothing to lessen the sensual brunette's ardor. On the contrary, knowing that hidden eyes were observing everything she did spurred her to new heights of passion. Until now she had been content to watch the lurid scene unfolding on the floor as Annette, Connie and Jeannie took turns laboring over Ralph's nakedly prostrate body. Now she rose sinuously from the divan and approached the others.
Back in Coretti's chambers, Barbara stared at the sight of the luscious dark haired beauty. "That's ... that's Ralph's teacher!" she stammered, confused. "But ... where's Ralph?"
"Look again," Coretti purred from his chair, enjoying her reactions as she leaned forward in the chair, her eyes glued to the screen. She watched, fascinated, as Mara motioned to one of the girls to move aside. For the first time, the face of the chained figure on the floor was clearly visible. Barbara gasped and her eyes grew wide. It was her husband Ralph! Tied down on the floor, surrounded by naked women, one of them hunched over his erect penis and another who had been squatting obscenely over his mouth!
The young wife's mind reeled and her body went cold all over. It couldn't be! Ralph would never do such a thing! And yet ... and yet ... it wasn't as though they could have forced him, overwhelmed him with their superior strength as Frank had done to her. He had allowed this to happen to him!
"A pretty picture, isn't it?" Coretti murmured, his own attention captured by the events on the screen. "So you see, my dear, I don't think Ralph's moral standards need concern you!"
The young wife watched in horror as Mara stretched out on top of her husband's body, rubbing herself lasciviously up and down his taut naked flesh, the softly rounded moons of her buttocks glistening and wriggling before the probing eye of the hidden camera. Balancing herself on all fours, she let her full globular breasts fall forward over his face, swinging them back and forth and forcing first one distended nipple and then the other down into his mouth. Barbara heard Ralph moan with pleasure. His head moved from side to side in a futile desperate attempt to catch Mara's jiggling orbs, while he heaved his pelvis upward, driving his long, wetly glistening cock deeply into the hotly clenching vaginal of the girl straddling his hips.
"This can't be happening," Barbara moaned, rising from her chair and moving across the room almost in a trance, closer to .the enlarged wall screen.
"But it is," Coretti murmured behind her, breathing heavily on her neck. "Watch closely. It's very arousing, don't you think? I love to watch people fucking, and you must admit this is an unusual situation."
Barbara felt as though she were in a dream, totally out of touch with reality. She felt Coretti slip his arm around her waist and then begin running his hands slowly, languidly, over her abdomen and up to the full, pliant mounds of her ripely firm young breasts which rose and fell rapidly under her light dress. The drug was beginning to do its evil work, for she felt increasingly light-headed and tremendously sensitive, as though nerve endings she didn't know existed were suddenly sending confusing messages of mixed pleasure and shock to her heavily numbed brain.
Now Mara had worked her way up to the same position over Ralph's face recently abandoned by the first girl. She straightened her sensually lush body up and pulled one of the other young, nakedly waiting girls over to her so that she stood in front of her. Then she parted the girl's wetly swollen pussy lips with her thumbs pressing outward and flicking her long sensuous tongue out snake-like, began licking the delicate, hair-lined slit while Ralph eagerly slavered up into her own hotly moist cuntal sheath from below.
Barbara was practically in a state of shock. Part of her still couldn't quite comprehend the reality of what was taking place before her eyes, while another part of her was riveted hypnotically to the lewd spectacle. Unconsciously, she leaned back against Coretti's stocky body, scarcely aware of the fevered activity of his hands, so absorbed was she in the salacious scene on the television screen. It was almost as though she had ceased to comprehend that the man writhing and flailing under the caresses of the quartet of strange; aggressive females was her husband. It seemed far removed from her, a lewd fantasy being acted out in a remote twilight part of her brain.
Slowly Coretti began raising the skirt of her loose fitting dress, up over her firm, golden thighs, out of the way of his probing hands. Soon he was squeezing and kneading the tender flesh of her abdomen, twisting his finger lightly in the small fleshy circle of her navel, working his way upwards until he seized the soft, resilient skin of her sloping, pink-tipped breasts, unhampered on this warm summer day by the restraints of a brassiere. The fleshy older man's eyes glazed with lust as he felt the soft, pliant nipples stiffen under his touch until they were hard little points that he pinched and rolled teasingly, expertly, between his plumply working fingers.
The drugged young wife moaned in pleasure as his lurid caress sent little shivers of lewd electrical excitement rippling through her abdomen. Her entire body was totally compliant, even limp, and this complete acquiescence on the part of the naive blonde girl, combined with the pornographic pictures transmitted from the room down the hall, filled him with a sense of power. He felt like a mesmerist, drawing out of the formerly innocent, well-bred young housewife her own latent potential for wild, uninhibited passion. She was an instrument he could play on at will, just like all his other "slaves", until he could make her body react to his will at a touch.
"Look at them," he whispered in her ear. "Watch the way Mara licks and sucks the little girl's pussy, and the way she does everything with her mouth that your husband is doing to her with his. See-look at her spreading her legs so Mara can get her tongue in farther...."
Barbara watched as the scene unfolded just as he described. Annette, who was standing in front of Mara, the sparse young triangle of her softly curling pubic hair pressed tightly into the dark-haired woman's mouth, had spread her firmly rounded thighs wider apart, and Mara had tightly gripped her buttocks. The instructor's face was all but invisible between Annette's wildly trembling legs. Both women gyrated their pelvises around and around in a twisting, corkscrew motion to increase the erotic contact of their frantically throbbing vaginal crevices with the wetly quivering tongues that fucked in and out of their pussy's causing them to moan wildly with almost unbearable pleasure.
"Look at the other two," Coretti whispered hotly into her ear, at the same time, working his hand smoothly down into the tight elastic waistband of Barbara's thin silken panties.
While Mara and Annette were lost in their double tonguing activities, Jeannie was grinding her rhythmically hollowing buttocks hungrily up and down on Ralph's thick blood-engorged penis, her head thrown back and a look of ecstasy on her face she twisted and churned as though she were on a wild, bucking bronco. Connie, unwilling to be left out, lay on the floor behind her, licking and playing with Ralph's sperm-laden testicles and Annette's sensuously protruding buttocks while she fingered her own wetly throbbing cunt desperately with her wide-splayed hands.
Back in the other room, Barbara moaned as Coretti's extended middle finger found the sensuously throbbing little bud of her clitoris and flicked back and forth over it teasingly. Involuntarily she arched her rapidly awakening body, pressing her erect miniature penis against his working finger-tip. The sensations she experienced were irresistible. Stimulated by the powerful aphrodisiac he had slipped into her drink, as well as by the depraved images on the television screen, she was at a fever pitch of arousal.
Coretti forced his hand between her trembling thighs until his palm covered her moistly heated pubic mound. He squeezed her cushiony, hair-fringed pussy lips together, relishing the damp heat that emanated from her tight vaginal sheath, while the other hand continued to massage her firmly thrusting breasts. His long thick penis, no longer hanging dormant above his heavy balls, began to rise and pulsate the softness of her young buttocks, and he could feel her tighten the muscles of her ass cheeks in response. Burying his face in her golden mane of hair that fell in shimmering waves over her back and shoulders, he sucked and bit her slender neck, leaving angry red marks.
"I want to fuck you," he murmured thickly into her hair. "I want to ram my big thick cock so far up into that tight pink cunt of yours that you'll feel it for a week! And you want it too, don't you?"
"No ... no...." Barbara mewled, making feebly ineffectual attempts to push him away. But her mind and body were out of her control, numbed by the obsessed sex guru's drug and by the hypnotic spell he cast with his powerful body, his muscular hands that explored every part of her, making her twist and writhe with forbidden desire.
"You're lying to yourself. Why are you keeping up this foolish pretense when your body is telling me something very different? Look at yourself!"
Without losing his grip on her, Coretti forced her around so she was looking into the mirror on the wall opposite the television screen. Her sundress was bunched under her armpits and her panties were pulled down around her thighs. Wild-eyed and in complete disarray, Barbara barely recognized the disheveled, half-naked blonde in the mirror as herself, locked in the embrace of the lusty commune leader whose hands continued their hungry caresses of her heatedly aroused breasts and vagina.
For an instant, she was overcome with shock and horror, and she mustered all her strength to struggle in earnest. But then her eye was caught by the reflected image of Ralph, Mara, and the trio of masked female slaves. Why not? she thought suddenly, her eyes narrowing in a new way, what's the point of my trying to be lady-like and refined? Why should I even be faithful? What have I got to lose?"
With new interest, she observed the images in the mirror, seeing herself in a totally new light, as though she, too, were an anonymous stranger with no identity, there to be used, like the girls with Ralph. Suddenly she realized that she was a desirable, voluptuous woman who had a right to pleasure for its own sake. Fascinated by her reflection, she felt a surge of lust quake through her body, stronger than anything she had ever felt before, except perhaps in the latter stages of her wild encounter with Frank the previous week. It was as though invisible shackles suddenly fell away, and everything was possible! Over and over in her mind she repeated: Why not? WHY NOT?
"You're creaming all over my hand!" Coretti murmured lewdly, "are you still going to try and tell me you don't want it?"
His vulgar words only excited Barbara further, and she spread her little long legs wider to give him easier access to her wetly steaming pussy slit. At the same time, she reached behind her back and took his hotly throbbing balls in her hand, squeezing them softly, with an instinctive expertise. Coretti's massively rigid cock gave an excited lurch, and he growled with pleasure as her soft palms roved over his painfully full balls.
His middle finger slid easily along her warmly moistened cuntal crevice and up into her vagina. Immediately her sphincter muscles tightened around it, not in resistance, but in welcome, pulling him deep, deep inside her until he felt the hardness of her cervix against his finger-tip.
"Say you want it!" he ordered, his voice shaking with lust. "Say it!"
"I want it," Barbara whispered, still watching the reflection in the mirror. "I want it!"
Suddenly she twisted around to face him and threw her arms around him, pressing her mouth wetly against his and pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Her hands roamed feverishly over his body, feeling the hard flesh of his buttocks and his broad muscular back. She twisted against the thick throbbing column of his prick which pulsed wildly against her belly.
Coretti pulled back and tore off his bathrobe. Barbara followed suit, tearing at her light dress and panties in a frenzy. Coretti seized his huge lust-thickened penis in his hands and began massaging the long length of the shaft; it had grown so thick that he could barely get his hand around it.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he commanded, "facing the mirror."
Trembling with excitement, Barbara did as he said. In the mirror she could see him behind her, still holding his mammoth erection, his eyes glazed with lust, like her own! Glancing up, she could also see that the depraved display in which Ralph was participating was building to a climax. Her husband's body was writhing furiously, fucking up into Annette's cunt so hard that he lifted her off the floor with each stroke. Mara was clinging so hard to Jeannie's buttocks that the flesh was white around her fingers while her tongue darted in and out like a little snake. Barbara couldn't see her husband's face, but from Mara's ecstatic moans she gathered that he, too, was hard at work with his lewdly probing tongue.
Coretti knelt behind her, and for a moment Barbara thought he was going to take her from back there the way Frank Bogart had done. The thought frightened her a little, but she was amazed to realize that despite the prospective pain, it excited her too.
He pushed down on her elbows so that her naked young buttocks waved obscenely in the air and Barbara braced herself for another brutal assault on her helpless rectum. She found a depraved fascination in her position, crouched on all fours like an animal, waiting to have a brutally thick cock shoved up her back passage. Instead, however, the head of Coretti's thickly distended penis positioned itself against the entrance to her wetly quivering pussy. Its immense size made even that more elastic path difficult, however, and the young wife bit her lip as the rubbery, lust-swollen tip stretched her tight little vaginal sheath wide, inch by inch forcing its way up inside her cringing passage.
"Tell me what you want!" he hissed, pausing in his progress and pulling her head back roughly. "Say it!"
"I ... want ... you ... to ... fuck me," Barbara gasped. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"
Her voice rose almost to a wail as the words came tumbling out, as though a dam had burst in her long-resistant mind. Her sensually kneeling body began to tremble, and she was half sobbing as she lifted her buttocks as high as she could. "Fuck me!" she sobbed, "Fuck me everywhere! In my cunt! My ass! My mouth! Oh, fuck me! Fffffuuuucccckkkk meeeee!" The words poured out of her, words that only an hour before she was horrified to hear, much less say. But she was beyond caring now, beyond even knowing what she was saying. She was a raging, bucking demon, with only one desire to be taken, used, abused, an object for pleasure, a receptacle for a thickly bludgeoning male organ!
Coretti plunged his long, hotly throbbing cock into her with vicious force, and she pushed her straining cunt backwards to receive him, her vaginal muscles hungrily grasping at his mighty organ with all their might.
"Oh, give it to me," she moaned, her voice harsh and guttural. "Ram me with your big prick! Harder! Harder! I want all of it! Oh hurt me! Hurt me!"
Gripping her soft warm buttocks tightly with his hands, Coretti began fucking in and out of her milking little pussy, varying his rhythm from hammer-like battering blows to slow, tantalizing strokes that stretched his foreskin back over his purplish head and made Barbara beg for more. Teasingly, he would almost withdraw his pulsating thickness from her grasping, velvety cuntal sheath, then plunge it back in with a force that jolted her nakedly kneeling body. He rotated his pelvis in a screwing motion, and she matched her movements to his, all the while moaning incoherently and watching herself in the mirror.
Time and again Coretti took her right to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back, leaving her hanging and begging for more.
"Reach down and play with my balls, cunt!" he spat out. Obediently, Barbara seized the semen-filled testicles that swayed and slapped against her inner thighs as he plunged relentlessly in and out, and pressed them against her erectly throbbing clitoris.
"Nnnnngggghhhh," she moaned, helplessly impaled on Coretti's huge thundering prick. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with loud grunting noises, all the while kneading the smooth full moons of her rotating buttocks.
For Barbara, the experience of being bludgeoned by Coretti's massively erect penis was one of the most intensely pleasurable things she had ever known. Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed involuntarily beneath his expertly grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen shaft reached the farthest depths of her defenseless womb, and she rejoiced with a lewd, animal-like whine. Time had come to a stop, and she was suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs.
She could hear the heavy man grunting behind her, murmuring lascivious words in her ear, urging her onward to a new, undreamed of depths of depraved enjoyment. "Oh you sweet piece of ass, you hot little bitch, give it to me, fuck back, fuck back, fuck back!"
The words thrilled her to the very marrow of her being. She was a slut, a whore, a cunt receiving a cock. She screwed backwards against his thickly pulsating length which filled her heatedly quivering cuntal walls, stretching her open farther than she had ever thought possible. She thought she would split apart with the delicious pleasure-pain feelings he incited in her with his oversized male spear.
The young blonde wife's attention was attracted by the sounds coming from the television speakers, and she could see that Coretti, too, was watching the reflected images.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Annette shrieked, driving herself down hard onto Ralph's great ramming penis which was almost aching from the unaccustomed activity it had been subjected to. "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMMMMING!"
Simultaneously, Connie was writhing obscenely, her legs splayed wide to give her eager fingers easier entrance to her own moistly throbbing pussy. Her hands plunged up and down and Barbara could see that her thighs were damp with creamy vagina juices.
"Oh that's it! That's it!" Mara screamed, her voluptuously sensual body suddenly taut as the throes of her violent orgasm seized her. Her cries were cut off by Jeannie, who grabbed her head fiercely and pushed it back in between her legs, thrusting her pelvis forward and forcing the lusty brunette to finish sucking and licking her throbbing clitoris.
Agonized groans broke from Ralph who, having held back for so long, was now at the end of his strength. His long, sinewy cock was swollen and sore from the unbelievable amount of friction caused by the four greedy vaginas, all of which had been impaled at one time or the other on his throbbing tool that afternoon. Now, exhausted almost to the point of unconsciousness by his superhuman efforts, he could feel his thick male seed surging forward down the long shaft, demanding release.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! UUUnnnnnnnhhhhh!" he groaned, as painfully, his heavy load of thick male cum began to spew out into Annette's greedily clasping cuntal passage. He'd never felt anything like the abandoned screwing he'd received from the amoral quartet. His chained young body was stretched and aching and he felt almost desperate for the furious activity to be over. It seemed as though he would never cum, never be able to release it all, and he grew dizzy and almost faint as he shoved his tongue into Mara's climactically contracting slit.
And suddenly he was there! His balls seemed to explode with a torrent of white-hot jism, a never-ending stream of thick male liquid that overflowed Annette's pussy and trickled down his distended column onto her thighs and his dark mound of tangled pubic hair.
Barbara watched, fascinated, as her husband arched his body, consumed in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of his life. The sight of his climax sent a new wave of lewd excitement coursing through her own nakedly kneeling body, like a white-hot flame that took her over completely. She shook with uncontrollable spasms, contorting her face in a grimace of ecstasy.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!" she screamed, as Coretti drove into her with painful intensity. The huge man gripped her flaring young hips savagely, as he ravaged her cuntal passage.
"U U U U U U U NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he groaned, "That's it! Cccccuuuummmmm! CCCCUUUUMMMMM!"
Suddenly Barbara felt hot jets of creamy liquid spurt into her quaking vagina, flooding her with warmth. In response, her own sweet feminine juices were released high inside her in an incredible sensation of opening. She felt as though she could take his whole body inside her and never stop!
"NNNNGGGGGHHHH! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, flailing her head wildly, her blonde hair lashing wildly around her head. For a moment she almost lost consciousness as the apex of her orgasm overwhelmed her. Behind her eyes she could see whirling wheels of color, like rockets exploding on the Fourth of July. They seemed to correspond to the galvanic sensations in her wetly convulsing pussy, which contracted around Coretti's still hotly pulsing, ramming cock. She felt as though she were floating on a soft, white cloud, high, high, above her body, and then gently wafted back to earth.
Finally, exhausted, she fell forward on the floor, and Coretti collapsed on top of her, his passion subsiding, although she could still feel an occasional spasm in his softening pole of flesh, her wearily twitching pussy was bathed in a sweet, sated afterglow. She had never felt so good in her life!
The young wife was never sure how long they lay there, only that for a long time there was no sound in the room except for their heavy, exhausted breathing.
CHAPTER SIX
Back in their tiny apartment that night, Ralph and Barbara each lost themselves in private activities, grateful for anything that allowed them to avoid conversation with each other. Meeting after the "class", they had avoided each other's eyes, each absorbed in their own impressions of the afternoon.
Every muscle of Ralph's body seemed to be raw and aching, yet strangely relaxed, too, after his prolonged session with the four "Amazons." He felt as though he had gone through a rite of manhood, and although it had been difficult, he had proved himself to his own satisfaction and certainly to that of the girls, who finished the afternoon in an exhausted heap around him. The memory of the extended orgy was confused, but certain images stood out in his mind vividly Jeannie bouncing and bobbing up and down on his rigid cock, a lewd glint in her hazel eyes, almost as though she were telepathing to him that this was what she'd wanted all along in their verbal sparring matches ... Mara, her head thrown back, her mouth open in ecstasy, massaging her full, ripe breasts as his tongue darted in and out of her steaming cuntal cleft, sending uncontrollable spasms of pleasure through her body ... and the other two, the sensual, fleshy brunette and the young one, licking and kissing each other, their legs spread wide, inviting him to take them, yet taunting him, too.
At first, it had seemed like a game to him, but by the end of the afternoon, he was in deadly earnest, fighting off his own orgasm until he had proved to the voracious beauties that he was man enough to take them all, any way they wanted it.
The stinging sensations in his red and swollen penis were a vivid reminder of his ordeal, and Ralph massaged himself gently under the table, savoring the heat that seemed to emanate from his softly pulsing testicles. He was bathed in a sense of contentment and a new sexual self-awareness. He'd always been pretty sure of himself, just as Mara said, but now he felt totally self-assured, as though he could satisfy any woman, any time, anywhere.
Indeed, his latent promiscuity seemed to have surged to the surface of his consciousness with tremendous force, and all women, he realized, now appeared in a new light. On the bus on the way home, he'd found himself observing the female passengers, noticing the way they looked at men, furtively, averting their eyes as soon as they knew they were being watched, but definitely, he thought, evaluating him sexually in a way he'd never noticed before.
Even ... even Barbara, he realized with a start. He felt as though she'd changed in some intangible way, or maybe it was he that had changed. For a moment he felt a wave of guilt as he watched her going through the usual motions of preparing his dinner. But he brushed the feeling aside brusquely. Nothing, nothing was going to prevent him from pursuing the new primitive satisfactions he had found through Mara and her voluptuous female cohorts. If he had to lie to his wife, well that was too bad, he thought, his jaw tightening unconsciously. Besides, Coretti had offered him a tremendous opportunity, a chance to get practical experience in his field even before he graduated from law school, the kind of change he'd dreamed of. He smiled as he realized that he could even pretend to drop the classes and still see Mara on the side, since he'd be spending a lot of time at the Life Unlimited House from now on. And then there was Jeannie, and all the others.
Ralph, my boy, he thought to himself with satisfaction, you are in the catbird seat! You are finally there, and there's nowhere to go but up!
Barbara glanced at him periodically as she moved back and forth from the refrigerator to the counter by the sink. She was pervaded with a strange sense of calm, partially a result of her encounter with Coretti, which left her physically satisfied and serene. Even more important, perhaps, was the aftermath of her view of Ralph, indulging in the previously unimaginably lewd activities that were vividly projected on Coretti's closed-circuit television screen. Something inside her brain seemed to have snapped, the mechanism that kept her morally controlled and reserved. She experienced no sense of shame at her own depraved eroticism any more. Why should she?
When she had caught glimpses of herself in the bus window, and in the mirror of the sleeping alcove, she was intrigued by the face that looked back at her. Her eyes peered out with a new look of worldly wisdom. There seemed to be a spark of depraved sensuality in their blue depths that had never been there before.
Why not? she mused, touching her cheek lightly with her fingertips. I've watched my husband ... fucking ... the word came more easily than it ever had before ... not with just one woman, but several, and while I was watching another man was taking me from behind and looking at the whole thing in the mirror. Why shouldn 't I look as though I've been around a little? I have!
Despite her own calm, she was astounded at Ralph's casual air. How can he just sit there and pretend nothing has happened? she wondered in amazement. Maybe my father was right! Maybe he is just an animal without a trustworthy bone in his body. Of course, she realized, there's one thing Daddy didn't know ... he didn't know that his daughter could be just as wild as Ralph!
The thought of how far she had come in just a few short weeks from the gentle, refined ways she had grown up with was difficult for her to comprehend clearly. Yet it gave her a thrilling sense of freedom and elation to know that at last she had broken through some of the bonds of propriety that she'd struggled against all her life. She'd wanted to rebel, yes, but had always been afraid, shackled by the memory of her mother and father's harsh warnings about the evils of men and the disastrous fate of girls who didn't remain "ladies." Ruefully, she remembered that whenever she came home late from a date she could be sure that the next morning she would receive a stern lecture from the austere man who had raised her.
"No decent man will ever want to marry you, Barbara," he would say, his voice tinged with contempt, "if you don't respect yourself!"
Well, I respected myself, Daddy, she thought bitterly as she put the meatloaf into the oven, and look where it got me!
"Do I have time for a shower before dinner?" her husband asked suddenly, breaking her reverie.
"Sure. The meatloaf won't be done for an hour and a half."
As soon as Ralph left the room, Barbara eased herself down into the chair he had vacated and lit a cigarette. Up until now she had rarely smoked, but tonight she liked the feeling of a cigarette between her fingers. She watched herself light it in the mirror, and practiced holding it just so, tilting her head and arching her eyebrows in what she imagined to be a cool, sophisticated manner. In her mind's eye she saw herself in a dimly lit, intimate supper club, making a risque, witty conversation with a maturely handsome man who paid her elaborate compliments. As she mused wickedly, the mental image of the man changed from Coretti to Frank Bogart ... and even to Ralph.
Through the half open door of the bedroom she could see her husband undressing for his shower. It had always disturbed the young wife before-was it only a week ago?-that he never closed the door when he undressed, but now the thought barely occurred to her at all. Instead, she found herself compelled to watch him, wantonly comparing him to the two other men she had now known intimately.
He's not as tall as Frank, she decided, but he certainly has a better build than Brother Coretti. The thought of the two debauched male inhabitants of the Life Unlimited House distracted her attention. She was utterly fascinated with Brother Coretti, even though he had exposed the sham of her marriage in such a brutal way ... perhaps she liked him because of that very thing! Although it was cruel, it had freed her of all her guilt, hadn't it? Frank Bogart, on the other hand, she didn't like at all; he had been unnecessarily rough with her, the young bride thought, and yet there was no doubt that he was exciting. Indeed, just the memory of his lean, slender frame towering over her in his bizarre "class" was enough to renew stirrings of sexual arousal in her.
Ralph was now completely naked she observed, as her attention returned again to her husband. His long powerful penis, so frenetically active only a few hours before, dangled limply out of the thick tangle of dark brown pubic hair at the base of his muscular abdomen. Suddenly the young wife found herself growing angry with him.
Making me feel like a fool for wanting to get help with our problems, acting like such a saint and then the first chance you get ... oh! To her surprise, Barbara found herself now shaking with long suppressed anger at her husband's deception. Now that she had been awakened to the depths of her own erotic feelings, she resented him for not letting them take steps earlier. And now he's pretending that nothing's happened! He's probably going to go on just like before!
At that moment, a darkly wicked idea occurred to her, an immediate way of taking revenge on her renegade spouse for all he had put her through; it was so simple and intriguing that it made her laugh. Quickly snuffing out her cigarette, she went to the cabinet over the sink where they kept a bottle of Scotch.
Ralph always used to ply me with Scotch to loosen me up, she remembered, a strange glint in her eye, now let's see what it does for him! She poured two stiff drinks over ice and took them into the bedroom, placing them on the night tables on either side of the bed. Then she lowered the lights and turned on the radio, searching for some low, sexy music, the kind she knew he liked. Finally she settled on a sultry blues, with a throbbing, sensual beat.
Moving quickly, almost dancing with excitement, she searched through her bureau drawer for the sheer black nightie Ralph had bought her for her birthday. The flimsy garment had always embarrassed her before, because it wouldn't close in the front, except at the top, where a narrow ribbon kept it from falling off her body. Whenever he had insisted she put it on she would clutch it around herself like a bathrobe, unwilling to expose the naked lower portion of her torso to his gaze. Now, however, she put it on eagerly, even pausing to admire the effect in the mirror. Then, hearing the shower stop, she loosened her long hair and settled herself languidly on the bed.
Moments later, when Ralph emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, his eyes widened in astonishment as he caught sight of his wife. Barbara seemed like an apparition, and exotic vision of sensuality: her long legs tapering gently upwards, leading directly to the exposed mound of her honey-colored pubic triangle. Through the thin material of the short nightie, he could see the firm, upthrust mounds of her perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with a delicate pinkish coral, which seemed darker beneath the black lace. Above it all, her pale blonde hair fanned out around her on the pillow in luxuriant, shimmering waves.
"What's all this?" he asked, confused and stunned by the tantalizing sight.
"Oh ... I thought you might like a little hors d oeuvre," his wife replied in a sly, sultry voice.
"You know ... something to work up an appetite before dinner?!"
The young student could hardly believe his ears! That was the kind of thing he'd expect to hear from Mara, but certainly not from his repressed and diffident wife. Her words, combined with her lasciviously inviting appearance, shocked him and threw him momentarily off balance.
"Gee ... I thought I'd finish studying before dinner...." he began lamely, somewhat at a loss for words.
Barbara didn't reply. She just looked at him, smiling mysteriously as her eyes travelled boldly to the spot beneath the towel that she knew covered the heavy bulge of his genitals.
"Isn't there any time in your busy schedule for your wife?" she purred, spreading her legs slightly and let her hand fall casually onto her curly thatch of downy pubic hair. "After all, it's been a long time ... over a week."
"You usually don't complain about that," Ralph replied, as he sat down on his side of the bed, not looking at his wife.
"What's the matter?" she asked softly, turning over seductively onto her side and running her fingertip lightly down his naked back. "Am I losing my appeal?"
Despite his exhaustion, Ralph felt little shivers go down his spine at her sensuous touch, and his balls tightened, flooding with warmth. He could smell the subtle aroma of her perfume mingled with a sweet, feminine odor that emanated from her body. The mixture was uniquely her own, and as it drifted into his nostrils like a powerful aphrodisiac, the young husband began to feel charged with renewed desire.
"I wouldn't say that," he replied with a grin, leaning back on the bed and relaxing.
Barbara pressed herself against him so that he could feel the warm, rhythmic rise and fall of her softly inviting breasts against his bare arm.
"That's good," she said, letting her fingers tiptoe through the thick hair that fringed his chest, down towards the towel knotted around his hips. "I wouldn't like to think I couldn't stand up to the competition!" With an easy flick of her fingers, she loosened the towel and slipped her hand underneath, rubbing her palm over his trim abdomen in a circular motion, something she had never done before.
"What do you mean?" Ralph asked suspiciously, wondering if her words had a double meaning.
"Nothing," his wife replied innocently. "A girl just likes to know how she stands, that's all."
Inwardly she smiled at his uneasiness. She was beginning to enjoy the role of seductress and even wondered why she'd found it so difficult before. Her hand edged teasingly down to his soft thatch of pubic hair, still damp from his shower, and the long, rubbery girth of his semi-erect cock. It stiffened under her palm, and it gave Barbara a curious sense of power to know that she could effect him so quickly.
Brushing aside the encumbering towel, she began playing with the warmly throbbing flesh, pulling back the thick fold of the foreskin and watching in fascination as it grew harder, jerking spasmodically, its dimensions increasing visibly. She experienced a thrill of accomplishment when it was finally fully erect and so thick she could scarcely encircle its entire width with her hand.
Suddenly she understood completely what Jeannie meant when she said that the Life Unlimited House had straightened out her sexual hang-ups, for she too felt suddenly free! Always before she had felt degraded by the act of love, a helpless victim of her own femininity. But now, having been submerged in depths of depravity she had never even imagined at the hands of Coretti and his sadistic cohort, and having watched Ralph writhe ecstatically under the aggressive attention of four strange women, she suddenly had a whole new perspective. She no longer felt frightened and at a disadvantage with men. Rather she was filled with a sense of her own power and consumed with a thrilling desire to know every aspect of her animal nature, even ... yes, even to dominate and enslave like Mara! She was consumed with the thought of herself as some primitive earth goddess, omnipotent and wanton! She saw herself as a lusty creature, even cruel if she wanted it that way, living only for her own lurid pleasure!
The newly initiated young wife's body tingled with sensual excitement. It was as if a blinding light had been turned onto everything in her life that had ever been lost in darkness. What had started out as playful revenge for her husband's wanton infidelity was suddenly transformed into a compelling desire to explore every aspect of her new eroticism! She was no longer fearful of men ... not her father, Frank, Ralph or even Coretti! She realized she could have them all! And she would! FOR SHE HAD POWER NOW! SHE HAD BEEN FREED!
With an ecstatic moan, she seized Ralph's long hard penis in both her hotly trembling hands, sensitive to his desires as never before. She wanted to excite him, make him moan with lust as she had heard him do that afternoon, tease and taunt him until he was totally in her power, panting for her to release him from his irresistible torment!
The young law student winced slightly as she began to massage the length of his fully erect cock, still sore from the afternoon's orgy. His mind reeled with confusing thoughts and images, not the least of which was the sudden transformation of his wife. Something about her new attitude reminded him of ... Christ! It's just like those chicks acted this afternoon, he realized in a flash. Suddenly a new idea thundered into his mind, an idea so farfetched, so unbelievable that he tried to dismiss it immediately. But it wouldn't go away, no matter how firmly he told himself it was impossible!
Finally he could contain himself no longer. He sat bolt upright in bed and seized his wife by the shoulders.
"Why are you doing this?" he demanded, looking penetratingly into her eyes.
"Isn't it obvious?" she replied, meeting his gaze unflinchingly.
"No ... no it isn't," he said. "You've changed somehow, you're different, and I want to know why!"
"Well, I am taking a class in erotic freedom!"
"I know ... and I'm beginning to wonder what goes on in those classes of yours."
Barbara gazed at him steadily for a moment before answering.
"Well," she said finally, "I don't think anything happens that doesn't go on in your class, too."
Ralph opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it. He couldn't continue to question her without revealing his own debauchery. But he realized that she was definitely implying that ... his mind exploded in rebellion against the inexorable logic of the only conclusion that occurred, to him. Jesus, she's been fucked by somebody else, too! Maybe by lots of people! Just like I have!
He clapped his hand to his forehead and sank back on the bed. God, how could I have been so stupid! I should have known what was happening! His mind was torn with anger at himself and with blind fury at Barbara and the whole Life Unlimited House for what he imagined for the moment was an organized attempt to cuckold him. In his shocked state he completely forgot his own lewd encounters with Mara, his plans for a continuation of his affair, his delight of only an hour before at his new situation. All he could see was a red circle of rage behind his eyes, the rage of a betrayed husband whose wife has been unfaithful.
"Ralph," Barbara said softly, her voice innocent, although she watched his interior struggle like a cat, "have you ever seen the closed-circuit television set at the House?"
"Closed circuit...." Ralph's eyes snapped open. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I watched it this afternoon, in Coretti's office," she said casually, bending over his lower torso so that her hair fell forward concealing her face. Lightly she snaked out her tongue and licked the long throbbing length of his penis. "It was very interesting. I guess there are hidden cameras in every room...."
Ralph felt a sinking sensation in his stomach, as though someone had suddenly pulled the bed out from under him. Propped up on his elbows, he watched his wife in paralyzed silence as she again took his warm pole of thick flesh in her hands and encircled his purplish cockhead with her lips. His heart began to beat faster.
"What are you saying?" he asked, hardly daring to move.
"I'm saying it doesn't matter, darling!!" she replied, pausing momentarily from licking the sensitive underside of his heatedly surging shaft with her pink tongue. "Nothing matters except feeling good! And right now I'm going to make you feel good by sucking on your big beautiful cock!"
Smoothly she slid her lips around his quivering organ, taking it all the way into her soft warm mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his massive thickness in little circles, while her fingers found his huge, hairy balls and kneaded them softly. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his long, curving pillar as it slid downward into the soft arch of her throat.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh," Ralph moaned, as her hands and mouth began to send dizzying ripples of excitement through his naked young body. It was as though it were all happening in a dream! It couldn't be his prim and proper wife, clad in whorish lingerie, slavering over his prick and balls as if she'd been doing it all her life! But it was! He couldn't begin to comprehend the events of the day, it was too overwhelming! But as his wife's newly acquired skill began to affect him he realized that she was right! IT DIDN'T MATTER! NOTHING MATTERED EXCEPT FEELING GOOD!
Elated, he reached down and entwined his fingers in her long, golden hair. Lewdly he forced her head down on his blood-engorged rod which she was manipulating so skillfully. Sensing his response, she began to increase the tempo of her sucking and fondling until his cock was hard as a rock, rapidly reaching the peak of excitement. Then, just as he was nearing a premature explosion from the artfullness of her sudden wanton behavior, she pulled away, breaking the rhythm and allowing his passion to subside.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, as she glanced up at him with her soft blue eyes "you're wonderful! You're fantastic!"
"You, too," she whispered. Then she rose up and sat back on her heels, her eyes blazing with desire; eagerly she untied the ribbon at the neck of her sheer nightie and let it fall slowly from her shoulders. Ralph's breath came faster and she slowly and wantonly stripped herself naked under his gaze and ran her hands sensuously over her own body, cupping her palms under the ripe melon-like orbs of her opulent breasts and lifting them up in silent offering so that the spongy flesh overflowed her fingers.
"Now," she said, "are you going to fuck me? Or do I have to tie you down to the floor?"
With a growl of lust, Ralph seized her in his arms, pulling her down on top of him and burying his head in the deep cleavage between her breasts. She felt like warm ivory against him, and he trembled all over as he grasped first one and then the other succulent globes of warm female flesh in his mouth, sucking and biting the distended nipples until she cried out in little moans of pain and pleasure, digging her nails into his shoulders and pulling him closer.
"Oh, come into me now!" she moaned through clenched teeth, "FUCK ME NOW!!!!!"
Still holding her, Ralph rolled over so that she was beneath him and roughly forced her legs wide apart with his knee. Holding his eagerly throbbing rod in his hands, he looked at her smooth, luscious body. Strangely, the thought of her familiar breasts being kissed and fondled by strangers, her firm milk-white thighs being caressed by other men, excited him. It made her more accessible somehow. No longer did he have to treat her with kid gloves, or worry about frightening or embarrassing her! He could just fuck her, the way he'd always wanted her to be! Just the way he did with Mara!
His mind began to race with lewd fantasies of the two women, his Nordic, cool-looking wife, and the fiery, passionate brunette. He saw himself with both of them, all kissing and fondling each other like ... like the girls had done with each other that afternoon. That was the only thing missing, he realized-Barbara there with all the rest, and him the king of the harem, taking them all, anytime he wanted! Now he was really in paradise! He could have it all: a good job, a ravishing wife, and a bevy of beautiful willing women besides!
With a lustful cry, he plunged his massively pulsating cock deep into her moistly contracting pussy, sighing as he sank into her warm tender flesh.
"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded as, supporting himself on his hands, he arched his body and began fucking slowly, sensuously, in and out.
Barbara entwined her tapering limbs high around his back, then reached around and began kneading the hard mounds of his buttocks with her hands, pulling and stretching them apart as he moved his loins up, down, and around in a lewd screwing motion. She was almost overwhelmed with excitement as his huge, hot cock traveled the length of her wetly quivering cuntal sheath, almost but not quite coming out with each stroke, then fucking forward until it rammed against the sensitive nub of her cervix.
Looking up, she could see her husband's head thrown back, his face contorted with pleasure, and the sight of his naked lust aroused her even more. Accommodating her soft, sensual body to his, the totally aroused young blonde began moving against him, twisting her pelvis obscenely and grinding it down against the bony base of his shuddering organ.
The intensity of his fucking was painful, but not the way it had been with Frank. Now she was in control of the pain, and could temper it until she had exactly the right blend of ecstasy and torment. She knew, too, that despite all that they'd been through in the past few weeks, she still loved him, still desired him more than any other man she'd met. True, Ralph was no longer the only man she desired but that didn't matter now, just as it didn't matter to her that he'd had, and would have again, other women.
Oh God, she thought, flailing her head about on the pillow, on the verge of tears of happiness and desire, I love him! I LOVE HIM!
Savagely, she reached up with her hands and grasped his head, pulling his mouth down onto hers. Her wet pink tongue darted hungrily over his full, soft lips and against the hard white wall of his teeth which parted as his own thick tongue snaked forward to meet hers. Greedily their tongues mingled in passion and desire, as though they could never get enough of each other. Her demonically aroused husband pulled her fleshy, moist tongue into his mouth, sucking hard until she felt it would be ripped from its roots.
Slipping his arms beneath her, Ralph gripped her tightly, and their two bodies began rolling all over the bed, moving as one. All the while, his hotly swollen rod battered mercilessly into her convulsively contracting vaginal slit. Barbara spread herself wide to receive his soul searing strokes, clinging to him with all her might so that their tightly locked naked bodies seemed cemented together as they heaved and writhed on the straining, groaning bed.
"Oh ... baby ... you ... feel soooo gooooooddd!" he gasped, driving up between her legs with all his might.
Breaking the vise-like grip in which he held her, he leaned back, relishing the way her pink-tipped breasts danced up and down in lewd rhythm with his impassioned screwing. He'd never seen her like this, totally consumed with passion, driving herself against him in mad frenzy, her lushly voluptuous body bouncing and jiggling uninhibitedly as she strained to take him totally! Not even Mara had been so savagely free!
Shifting his position again, he forced her thighs up and apart as far as they would go, so that she was nearly upended, and his thick, lust-engorged cock sank into her wetly pulsating pussy as though it were soft bread dough.
Barbara reveled in her luridly splayed position, using all her strength to lift her firmly rounded buttocks even higher. It thrilled her to be taken this way, used like a slut, and by her own husband!
"Oh, Ralph," she moaned, "that's it! HARDER! HURT ME! Make me cum! Shove it into me! Farther! FARTHER! OH! OH! MAKE ME CUUUUMMMMMMM! FUCK ME! FUCKMEFUCKME!!"
Her incoherent babbling drove her handsome young husband wild with excitement. He lost consciousness of everything except the burning need to hammer his mindless weapon into her wetly heated pussy until it battered open at last the locked door of her long-repressed sexuality. He wanted to conquer her, make her entirely his, and as the two fevered bodies rocked lustily to and fro, their coupling became like a contest, a battle of titans, equally matched in the violent intensity of their desire.
"AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" he snarled viciously, tearing into her shuddering cuntal opening with all his strength.
Deep inside his heavily swollen testicles, which slapped lewdly against her upturned rectal crevice, he felt his seed gathering achingly, painfully, churning and boiling in its subterranean shelter, like a volcano about to erupt. His feverishly aroused young bride also sensed the uncontrollable spasms in her steaming cuntal depths which made her legs tremble and her loins quake wildly.
AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE THERE! TOGETHER! Their bodies went out of their conscious control entirely, overwhelming them with a will not their own. The first smooth jet of white-hot cum shot out of Ralph's frantically jerking penis and traveled far up into Barbara's wildly clasping womb as his whole body shook uncontrollably. His thick male essence triggered an explosive response in his blonde wife's warmly clasping inner flesh; she felt as though she were launched suddenly into a dream world beyond the boundaries of her mind. It was all she could do to cling to him with her arms, her legs, her whole body, as they soared together up and out in an ecstatic maelstrom of delight unlike anything they had ever known before.
Their voices mingled in shrieks and gasps of pleasure and delight as their mutual cumming went on and on, seemingly endlessly. Just as it seemed about to subside, new waves seized them, taking them out again and again, letting them float serenely on an ocean of rapture.
Then, gradually, their excitement began to abate, and they drifted gently back to reality, back to the narrow confines of their tiny bedroom. Ralph fell forward on his wife's moistly trembling body and they lay there for a long time, panting with exhaustion, eyes closed and only semi-conscious. Barbara could feel her husband's wonderfully powerful penis begin to soften inside her, and she grasped his torso with her still shaking legs, unwilling to let him go. Finally, after one last stroke that bathed her in a lovely, sensual afterglow, his rapidly dwindling penis slid out, leaving a sticky trail of male and female essences of her cum-streaked inner thighs.
When at last he could speak again, Ralph buried his head in the wild tangle of her long blonde hair.
"You know something?" he said. "I think we've passed the course!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ralph and Barbara spent almost all of their free time in the next few days in a state of erotic euphoria. For the first time in their brief married life they made love spontaneously and ecstatically, every chance they got. Each coupling seemed more satisfying than the last, and they found themselves eager to rush home after their day's work to fling themselves into each other's arms.
After some hesitation, they were able to discuss their separate experiences at the Life Unlimited House. Indeed, the bizarre commune became an object of fascination to them. In some subtle way that they didn't quite understand, it had changed the tone of their relationship.
They still loved and desired each other, there was no doubt of that. In fact, their mutual passion seemed to increase with each deliriously happy night they spent in their formerly somewhat cheerless apartment.
Inwardly, however, each found that they looked at the other with new eyes. Subtly, without their being totally aware of it, they had begun to see each other as only one, albeit the best, of several possible sexual partners. Intuitively, they knew that there was more to come before their relationship with Coretti and his amoral instructors came to a conclusion, and by the middle of the week, each was secretly looking forward to the next encounter with the denizens of the bizarre group.
On Wednesday, they received a handwritten note from Coretti which pushed matters to a decision:
Dear Ralph and Barbara,
In view of your rapid progress, and since you're now going to be a part of the business end of the Life Unlimited family, we've decided to invite you to join a rapid training program, so that you can advance more quickly. These will be private, intensive sessions, meeting outside the regular class hours. Please come to my private suite on Thursday at eight.
Cordially, Brother Rick Coretti
Barbara giggled nervously as she read the brief missive over Ralph's shoulder.
"Rapid training program?" she breathed, her heart beginning to beat faster. "I wonder what that means?"
"I don't know," her husband replied, also feeling strangely excited by the invitation. "I ... I guess there's only one way to find out!"
"Don't you have classes on Thursday night?"
"I could cut them, I guess...."
"Why don't you? After all, once can't hurt, and maybe we can talk to Brother Coretti about coming on another night after this."
Although neither of them wanted to admit it, their casual tone concealed a keen excitement. Even his studies, Ralph realized, could take a second place to the primitive passions aroused in him at the prospect of an evening at Coretti's private suite. It was as though they were willingly becoming entangled in an enticing web of irresistible compulsions from which neither of them felt strong enough to break free.
When they arrived at the Life Unlimited House the next night, their nervous anticipation had not abated. Each felt the evening would shatter their last shreds of inhibition, for they suspected that the schedule would definitely include some sort of prolonged group sex. As soon as they entered Coretti's chambers on the second floor, their suspicions were confirmed by the presence of Frank, Mara and Annette, all sprawled semi-nude on the floor. A strange, spicy aroma permeated the air of the room, which Barbara could not identify.
"I was beginning to think you two would never get here," Coretti boomed as he ushered them into the living room. "Would you like a drink ... or would you prefer to get stoned, like the rest of us?"
There was an air of challenge in his eyes that made Ralph feel it was expected that he accept the latter offer. Apparently the strange smell was marijuana.
"Uh, we've never smoked before," he said hesitantly, "but I suppose it'd be all right."
"Good for you, my boy," Coretti laughed, slapping him on the back. "Frank," he ordered, turning to the slender young man who was stretched out on the floor listening to the cool jazz that was on the stereo, "pass the pipe!"
The sensual young instructor responded immediately to Coretti's command and brought over what looked like a large wine bottle with a strange apparatus at the top. On closer inspection it proved to be a pipe bowl and a long piece of hollow cord with a metallic nozzle attached. The bottle was filled with water.
Coretti lit a match, and handed the strange instrument to Ralph. The young student sucked in the sweetly aromatic smoke, holding his breath as Coretti instructed him. At first he didn't feel anything, but gradually, as the pipe made the rounds of the room, he began to be pervaded by a comfortable euphoria. He decided he liked the feeling.
Barbara choked on her first puff, but then she followed her husband's example and soon was floating on a shimmering cloud of euphoria. Suddenly the room seemed warmer and friendlier, less frightening than it had been when they first entered. She experienced a strange rapport with the others, as though they were initiating her into a secret brotherhood.
She didn't even resent Mara, as she had thought she would, and she was able to introduce her husband to Frank without flinching, although she had been dreading the moment when Ralph came face to face with the sadistic man who had violated her so completely.
Ralph, too, was amazed at the easiness which the drug imparted to the evening. He was, of course, delighted to find Mara and Annette present, since his associations with the two beauties were entirely pleasant. The knowledge that at some point in the evening he would probably have the opportunity to renew his intimate acquaintance with them tempered whatever feelings of anger he might have had toward his wife's seducers, Coretti and Frank.
After all, he reasoned in his drugged haze, fair's fair.
"Now," Coretti began, rubbing his palms together after the room seemed totally congenial, "let's start our intensive training program!"
Mara giggled from her position on the floor. "Hear, hear!" she muttered, finding his words hilariously funny.
Barbara laughed, too. She was excited at the prospect of what was about to happen. She and Ralph were going to participate in an orgy, she realized, and the thought filled her with dark anticipation. Tonight she would make love to all three of her lovers ... in each other's presence ... no, not make love, she realized, fuck-she was going to fuck all of them! Love had no part of it. For the first time in her life, she was going to give herself over consciously to pure lust, sex for its own sake, something she had been taught to abhor!
"First of all," the muscular commune leader continued, "why don't you two get out of all those clothes? In fact, why don't we help you?"
Suddenly the young couple felt themselves overwhelmed by hands, as the four residents of the Life Unlimited House began cheerfully divesting them of their clothing.
"Ah, lovely," Coretti murmured as he slipped Barbara's brassiere off and exposed her soft, lush young breasts, while Ralph was pleasantly surprised to feel Annette softly stroke his already semi-erect penis as she pulled his trousers and shorts down his unresisting limbs. Frank's hands wandered wildly over Barbara's naked body once she was stripped, and Mara began pulling Ralph down onto the floor eagerly.
"Wait! Wait!" Coretti barked as they seemed about to collapse into a disordered melee on the floor. "Ladies first!" He turned to Mara. "Barbara was upset the other day when Frank forced her to eat pussy. Why don't you introduce her to the other side of that kind of pleasure?" he leered.
"Gladly!" the vivacious brunette replied. Blushing furiously, Barbara allowed the petite beauty to lead her by the hand to a large, overstuffed hassock in the center of the room. Mara pushed her down gently on it and then sat beside her. The young wife felt her draw her into her arms, and then Mara's soft lips were pressed against hers, and her fingers twined in her shining blonde hair.
At first Barbara stiffened at the touch of another woman's naked body against her own, but she resisted her fearful reaction, wishing to please her guru. Mara's breasts brushed against her arms lightly, and the sensation was strange, strange and provocative. Gradually, as Mara continued to fondle her sensually aroused body, the young wife was seized by the desire to return her caresses and soon the two were locked in each other's arms, tentatively exploring the interior of each other's mouths with their wet pink tongues.
The three men watched in mounting excitement as Mara's hands roamed over Barbara's pale smooth skin, over her shoulders and back, and down the sloping curve of her softly rounded buttocks, then back up to the excitedly quivering mounds of her breasts. She cupped the full rounded globes in her hand, then let her head fall softly forward to take the already stiffening areoles into her warm wet mouth.
Barbara was enveloped by a thrill of pleasure as the voluptuous brunette's lips encircled her tautly distended nipples and sucked softly on them. She had never experienced anything so sweet! So tender! She closed her eyes and trembled as she ran her hands lightly over the other woman's lushly naked body, reveling in the silky texture of Mara's long dark hair and the petite contours of her back and shoulders. The drug seemed to have made her subtly sensitive, as though every nerve ending in her body was suddenly awakened and alert on an incredibly intense level.
Losing herself in the overwhelming spell of sensuality, she didn't resist at all when Mara gently separated her quivering thighs with her hands. An audible intake of breath went through the room as the narrow, hair-lined cleft between the blonde wife's legs came into view. Easing her back on the hassock, Mara spread the firm-fleshed thighs as far apart as they would go, then knelt to one side so that the three male observers had a clear view of the blushing pinkness of Barbara's glistening cuntal lips and the narrow vaginal channel they concealed.
Ralph's eyes were riveted to the obscene display. It was exactly what he had imagined the two women who most excited him, his radiant wife and the sultry instructress Mara, embracing lasciviously right before his eyes. The knowledge that his pretty nineteen year-old wife was willingly participating in the perverted acts only excited him more. He even felt a kind of pride at the knowledge that he had been the first to have her, that however much he might share her with others, she was first and foremost his alone. He could see that Frank and Coretti were watching tensely, their eyes glazed with lust, and their rigidly erect cocks standing out thickly from their bodies. His own penis was also throbbing insistently, and he dropped his hand down to grasp the long heated shaft, which responded with an excited lurch.
Mara now positioned herself up between Barbara's obscenely splayed legs and placed her hands on either side of the unresisting girl's cuntal mouth. Barbara sighed pleasantly as the brunette separated her moistly quivering pussy lips and then flicked her pointed, wet tongue up and down the full length of her sensitive vaginal furrow.
"Oooooohhh," Barbara moaned as delicious sensations of sharp forbidden pleasure coursed through her body. The pink nub of her clitoris twitched furiously with desire, and Mara seized it between her lips, sucking and nibbling gently on it until Barbara wriggled her ripely rounded buttocks against her face in delight. Suddenly, the young wife was consumed with the desire to return Mara's lurid gesture. She, too, wanted to bury her head in a warmly perfumed vaginal slit and excite in another woman the same pleasure she was experiencing herself. Let's both do it," she said eagerly, lifting her head from the hassock.
Mara quickly accommodated her, sliding down onto the floor and pulling Barbara after her. In an instant, the young wife swung over the beautiful instructress's tawny body and separated her milk-white thighs. Aided by the marijuana, Barbara lost complete consciousness of the fact that they were being watched by others, including her husband. Her mind was concentrated on one thing alone, a consuming lust to bury her mouth and face in the succulent pink flesh before her. With a little moan, she fell forward onto Mara's voluptuous body, savoring the delicate feminine odor that rose to her nostrils from Mara's already sweetly lubricated pussy. Soon they were writhing in unison, for the brunette reached up and grasped Barbara's desire-tensed buttocks, pulling her gleaming wet pussy down over her own face, and resumed her hungry tonguing and licking.
Excited by the new turn of events, Frank Bogart reached for the young "slave," Annette, who was seated on the floor at his feet. Pulling her up between his legs, he forced his elongated pulsating cock into her soft warm mouth and began undulating his pelvis back and forth, his eyes still fastened greedily on the lewd tableau before him. Not content to have only one raging cock at her disposal, Annette reached out to both sides and seized Coretti's lust-hardened shaft with one hand, and Ralph's in the other. Skillfully she began stroking the two men, while her head bobbed up and down over Frank's massively lurching penis.
Ralph was totally amazed at her willingness to service all three men at once. Man! he thought, this chick must be some kind of nympho! Grinning lewdly, he began to rotate his pelvis, reveling obscenely in the hot sensations of animal pleasure that rippled through his long turgid cock and the softly pulsing sac beneath it.
He had no way of knowing that Annette, taken in by the decadent commune leader at a tender age, was totally innocent of the depraved nature of the acts to which she submitted so willingly. Her feelings toward Coretti and his companions were almost reverent, and colored with gratitude for his apparent generosity in "saving" her from the life on New York's city streets, where he had found her. Unaware of his obscene motivations, she obeyed all his commands in a spirit of love and resignation, totally convinced that he was leading her gently but firmly towards enlightenment and a better life. Unlike Ralph and Barbara, she had no secret primitive compulsions, no dark hidden needs straining to be satisfied. It was not stupidity that made her the perfect slave, as Frank thought, but rather a genuine, totally pure desire to serve.
Now, crouching between Frank's legs with his lust-heated cock plunging farther and farther into her wetly ovaled young mouth, with two huge pulsating penises in each hand, she devoted all her concentration to giving the three men as much pleasure as possible. Diligently her child-like hands moved up and down, applying everything she had ever learned about the male body to the task at hand. The underside of a cock was particularly sensitive, she knew, as well as the tip, and she varied her movements carefully so that she didn't neglect these areas. She thrilled with satisfaction and delight when she began to hear animalistic grunts of sensuality from any of the three men she was servicing. I am blessed to serve you, she thought, as her head and hands ministered lovingly to their hotly throbbing cocks.
Only Coretti fully understood the teenage girl's devotion, and his own perception, fogged by too many years of drugs and sexual excess, was twisted. Although he sometimes took sadistic pleasure in abusing her trust and forcing her to the most debasing acts he could conceive to satisfy his warped desires, he was also strangely protective of her. She and she alone, he knew, loved him unquestioningly. Frank and Mara only obeyed him because they were as corrupt as he himself, and they enjoyed the power they had as potential leaders in the Life Unlimited organization.
And these two new ones, he thought, they're not much different. He wants money and status, and she just wants to fill her tight pink pussy with any stiff prick she finds, although it looks as though she's expanding her repertoire to include women, too, from the way she's shaking her ass over Mara's tongue.
His lips sneered in a contemptuous grin as he watched Barbara and Mara twist hungrily between each other's legs. Voyeurism was one of the many things he enjoyed ... it was the reason for all the two-way mirrors and the closed-circuit television system ... voyeurism and the need to keep close tabs on everything that went on at Life Unlimited House.
The self-appointed counselor on eroticism was distracted from his reverie by Annette, whose adept finger manipulations were bringing him closer and closer to climax. The others, too, were rapidly approaching release. Frank had Annette's head in a vise-like grip, and was grimacing cruelly as he forced it down, down on his cock until he could feel his turgid column ramming against the back of her throat, causing her, despite her willing submission, to gag.
"Suck me, you little cunt!" he hissed. "Suck my cock until I cum! It's all you're good for, you know that? Dumb little bitch!"
Ralph heard the orgiastic sounds in the room as though from a great distance. The drug seemed to have slowed everything down, like a film running in slow motion, and in his eyes Mara and Barbara moved lightly, weightlessly. He, too, felt as though he were outside the realms of gravity and time. His wildly throbbing penis, dexterously massaged by the nubile young Annette, seemed capable of continuing in a state of pleasantly intense arousal forever. It was as though he were under water, and light and sound were transmitted through a multicolored filter of shimmering, undulating fluid.
His wife, too, was completely overcome by wave upon wave of cloud-like, diaphanous passion. Time had lost all meaning for her as she ran her wetly quivering little tongue over Mara's sweet warm vagina simultaneously pressing her own impatiently moist pussy slit down on her companion's lewdly probing tongue. It became like a game-whatever she did to Mara was done immediately to her, until, perfectly synchronized, it was like making love to herself. The two women sighed and moaned, as they hungrily explored each other's bodies, lost in a sensual haze that made them completely oblivious to their surroundings.
Their torrid undulations alternately revealed first one and then the other pink throbbing vaginal crevice to the lusty gaze of the three men watching from the couch. Suddenly Coretti was struck with a new idea.
"With all this pussy around, who the hell needs a hand job," he slurred, lurching to his feet. Roughly he pulled Annette away from Frank and down onto the floor on top of him, his fleshy hands running greedily over the young girl's body, squeezing the ripe soft globes of her buttocks and nipping at the tiny pyramidal points that tipped her nubile breasts.
"Ride my cock, bitch," he ordered, his tender feelings towards her forgotten in his desire for crude satisfaction.
Used to his sudden changes of mood, Annette obediently threw her leg over his quivering paunch and, raising herself onto her knees, seized his thick, purplish rod of flesh with her hands and positioned it up between her widespread thighs.
Although she had done it many times before, the thought of taking the huge girth of his pulsing tool into her tender vagina always frightened her a little. It was so big and thick! It would stretch her narrow passage beyond endurance, she knew, but she also knew she didn't dare refuse. That would be terrible and ungrateful! Steeling herself, therefore, she began to skewer herself slowly down onto the mammothly heated stalk of hard male flesh.
Her tight little cuntal entrance would not take the huge bulbous cock-head at first, and she spread her legs wide, even using one hand to open her willing seeping vaginal slit. The huge bulk pressed angrily against her resisting cunt-hole, and all her efforts to take it inside came to naught.
Finally, with an angry growl, Coretti seized her fleshy ass-cheeks with both hands, and holding her in position, plunged his pelvis upward cruelly!
"A A A A AIEEEEEEEEEE!" the tortured youngster screamed as Coretti's rigid, steely cock stretched her cuntal opening with a cruel upward lunge. Tears came to her eyes and she clenched her teeth against the burning, tearing pain!
The sight of her naked young cunt impaled so obscenely on Coretti's massive penis jolted Ralph out of his dreamy sexual state and into a sudden surge of galvanic, brutal lust!! Coretti's grip on the tormented girl's hips and buttocks was so harsh that he could see her flesh turn white around his fingers. Ralph's cock leapt to even greater life, and a sharp aching sensation of passion throbbed madly from his swollen hairy testicles throughout his entire body.
With a savage groan, he seized his hotly pulsing spear in his fist and began furiously pumping up and down, splaying his legs wide, his eyes glued to the sadistic scene on the floor. Anguished cries broke from Annette as Coretti forced his enraged tool further and further into her inhumanly distended pussy, inch by torturous inch.
The burly guru ran his tongue over his thick lips grossly as he felt the wailing young girl's tight little cunt give way before the onslaught of his impatiently plundering cock. The burning interior of her pussy flesh expanded by degrees, and Coretti felt his foreskin stretch pleasurably as he pushed inexorably upward. His flesh jiggled obscenely as he heaved his buttocks off the floor, each motion driving him farther up into Annette's narrow cuntal passage, until he felt his cock-head ram hard against the cushiony barrier of her cervix.
Frank, sadistically aroused by the burly leader's actions, made an attempt to position himself in front of the gasping child, intending to return his long, pulsing spear into her mouth. Coretti pushed him roughly aside.
"Fuck off, Frank!" he snarled. "This is my trip!"
For a moment, the erotic young instructor was tempted to resist and force his way into the scene. But Coretti's tone made him think better of it. The sex guru's rebuff left him feeling unsure of himself for an instant, however, an unfamiliar and not particularly pleasant sensation. Then his eyes fell on Mara and Barbara, whose sighs and moans were beginning to mount in intensity as their double tongue-fucking brought them closer and closer to their burning climax.
"Ah, my prize pupil," he sneered, smiling lewdly as he made his way unsteadily to the spot on the floor where they were wantonly writhing together. "Let's see how much she's learned!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Fascinated by the fantastic scenes that surrounded him on every side, Ralph scarcely knew where to look first. His hands seemed to fly over his desire-swollen cock, building to a fever pitch of excitement as he first watched Coretti and Annette, now bouncing lewdly up and down on the floor. Annette seemed to have gone beyond the sensations of pain that had rocked her plump adolescent frame when the heavy-set master's thick, blood-engorged cock first penetrated her, for now her moans and sighs had a happier sound. She looked like a child on a rocking horse, he thought, as he watched her nakedly bob and twist on her perch, squealing with delight as Coretti lifted her off the floor with each bludgeoning stroke.
The excited young husband could feel his lust-thickened seed gathering in his loins, churning hotly in his pulsing balls, and he groaned lustily as the moment of release approached.
Across the room, he saw Frank roughly pull Mara and Barbara apart, rudely awakening them from their lesbian idyll. The young law student wanted to rise out of his seat and join one or the other group, but was so pleasurably paralyzed by the effects of the heady drug he'd smoked that he was unable to move. It was as if he was suspended somewhere above the room, watching the lurid goings-on like a movie, but better than any stag film he'd ever seen in his life.
He saw Frank shove Barbara rudely off of Mara's body and take her place, straddling the voluptuous brunette and forcing her to take his purplish, angry-looking penis into her mouth. For the first time since the extravagant coupling began, he caught sight of his wife's face, now glistening wetly with saliva and the vaginal essences she had been drinking from Mara's copiously flowing vaginal cup.
Their eyes met across the room, and Ralph could hardly believe the crude sensuality that glowed and sparkled in the blue depths of his wife's eyes. She seemed like another creature entirely, different even from the wanton wench she had proved herself to be during the past week.
The look lasted only an instant however, for Frank, unwilling to forego even a fraction of the sexual energy that filled the room, began running his hands over her body possessively, determined to include her in his own lascivious designs.
The sight of his wife being lewdly caressed by another man who was also plunging his rod into his mistress's eagerly sucking mouth, combined with the increasingly loud wails and grunts coming from Annette and Coretti, were all Ralph needed to bring him to a shuddering, self-induced climax.
"Ah! Ah! AAAAHHHHHHH!" he gasped, hearing his own voice as if from a great distance as his throbbing loins suddenly shot their heavy load of cum forward. It arched upward across the room in thick white jets of liquid, landing he knew not where. His orgasm seemed to go on forever in the strange realm of expanded time in which he found himself.
Simultaneously, a wild shriek burst from Annette as her own climax overtook her with shattering intensity. Coretti felt her resilient little cuntal walls seize his wildly pulsating penis and squeeze it tightly until she seemed to force his boiling hot semen up and out, spurting into her clasping young pussy in violent short jerks.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh," he snarled. "That's it! That's it you hot little bitch! Fuck! Fuck! FFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"
Mara, hearing the simultaneous cries of the others in the room, increased her frantic sucking of Frank's long thick cock, relaxing her throat to take it all the way in and hasten the moment when the lean and angular sensualist would release her from the crushing grip in which he held her. She didn't particularly like Frank, especially when there were others available, and she applied all her professional expertise to force him to an orgasm so that she could devote her attention to newer, more exciting possibilities.
Sensing her desire to be through with him, Frank deliberately held himself back, slowing his rhythm in order to prolong the episode. It increased his kick to know that his partner was an unwilling participant, as though his satisfaction was not purely physical, but mental also, derived in large measure from the thrill of forcing his will on another.
Coretti, in the meantime, his union with Annette completed, began staggering around the room searching for the water pipe. He took a long drag of marijuana and then offered it to Ralph, who was just recovering from his self-created climax.
"What the hell are you beating your meat on the sidelines for?" Coretti asked grossly. "Let's go get some pussy!"
The rotund older man made his way unsteadily across the room, and Ralph was amazed that he was ready to resume the debauch so quickly. But he suddenly discovered that he, too, was ready to go again, and had no need to take the time to recuperate before he was ready for another encounter. The multiplication of stimuli was making him insatiable, and he realized with a lascivious flash that the evening had only just begun!
He moved across the room as if floating, without any voluntary control, and positioned himself between Mara's outstretched legs. Miraculously, his cock was still hard, and seemed to increase in size and potency as he lewdly separated Mara's sparsely hair-lined cuntal lips and stared at the moist, reddish furrow which traveled downward like a gash. Hungrily he threw himself on the gaping wet cunt hole, plunging his eagerly jerking penis far up inside with no preparation and began to pump furiously back and forth.
Coretti, meanwhile, grabbed Barbara and forced her head down onto his semi-erect rod, insisting that she suck it as Mara was doing to Frank. At the same time he reached beneath her and began caressing her sensually swaying breasts, sending unbelievable shimmers of desire through the newly awakened young wife's naked body.
Both Mara and Barbara responded lustily to the changes of scene. Mara wriggled obscenely and wildly against Ralph's cock, grinding her pelvis and mewling uncontrollably as her soft sensual lips sucked harder on Frank's massively heated cock. Barbara thought she would faint from the sensation of bodies and cocks all around her, hands on her breasts and buttocks, her mouth forced to accept Coretti's wetly glistening penis once again.
Suddenly Frank could contain himself no longer. He began fucking at a fantastic pace into Mara's tightly ovaled lips, shoving his lust-thickened shaft far, far into her throat."
"SHITOSHIT! I'M CUUUMMMMIINNNGGGGG!!!" he shrieked, releasing his steaming, pent-up load of milk white cum deep into her frantically gulping throat.
Then, almost immediately, he rolled off Mara's body and pulled Annette over to him, spreading her legs and burying his face in her warm pussy, still moist with the remains of Coretti's ejaculation.
"AAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Mara wailed as, released from Frank at last, she was free to devote herself entirely to the pleasure of fully concentrating on Ralph's long hot lust-engorged penis as it was repeatedly buried deep in her moistly quivering cunt. The young husband thrilled as the voluptuous instructress wound her legs around him, straining to hold him tighter. He became intensely powerful as he supported himself on his hands and fucked into her brutally, slamming his long hard length into her as far as it would explode with each stroke. He grinned cruelly, carried away by his own potency. He thought he could fuck forever! His experience earlier with the four females, plus the recent orgasm, made it possible to control his own excitement now, manipulating the writhing brunette to peak after peak of pleasure without worrying that his own climax would outpace hers.
Savagely he rotated his pelvis, causing Mara to scream with ecstasy. At the same time, his attention was caught by his wife, who was still slavering greedily over Coretti's cock. The burly commune leader was leaning back against the couch opposite the one the three men had been seated on, and Ralph thought he looked like a depraved child as he smiled dreamily, reveling in the effects of Barbara's warm soft mouth locked tightly around his penis.
His wife's nakedly gleaming buttocks were near at hand, and shifting his position so that he could support himself on one elbow, Ralph began tracing her exposed rectal crevice with his finger, still maintaining the rhythm of his strokes in and out of Mara's hotly grasping pussy.
He was truly a Sultan now, surrounded by his slaves; the face that his wife, his own Barbara, was one of the nubile beauties at his disposal charged him with even more lust. Like a monarch, he felt he had given her away, forced her to indulge in every form of debauchery with anyone he indicated. She was his! HIS TO BE USED AS HE WISHED! Just like Mara and Annette!
The sight of her tender young ass-cheeks waving lewdly in the air, defenseless against his probing middle finger, suddenly gave him a new idea that so excited him that he withdrew his attention from her for a moment in order to finish fucking Mara. His mind ablaze with the new thought, he pumped violently up into the bucking, twisting brunette beauty, noting with relish the way her mouth hung open in helpless lust as the rain of blows perpetrated by his mighty plunging cock brought her to a vivid orgasm.
Suddenly, her wetly inflamed cuntal walls tightened spasmodically around his thrusting thickness. Her heels began to beat against his nakedly thrusting buttocks in an uncontrollable staccato, and she flailed her dark hair wildly on the floor. Brutally he increased the intensity of his strokes, his sperm-bloated testicles slapping wetly against her upturned anal crack.
"AAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Mara shrieked as her orgasm, volcanic in its proportions, seized her. She dug her nails into Ralph's shoulders, sobbing and wailing incoherently.
"Oh ... fuck ... fuck ... I'M CUUUMMMINNNG! Oh God! Oh God! You've got the greatest prick in the world! OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!! Tear me apart! Harder! HARDER! Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming! CUUUMMMMINNNNGGG!!!!!!"
Spasm after spasm of wildly erotic release tore through her body. Ralph could barely balance himself against her heaving, bucking motions that exploded in all directions.
As soon as her passion began to subside, and he was sure that she was satisfied, he slipped his still achingly erect penis out of her softly pulsing vaginal sheath and left her in a quivering heap on the floor. He had other things in mind now.
Crawling over to Barbara and Coretti, he resumed his explorations of the wetly glistening crevice in between his wife's lewdly waving buttocks. Frank might have been the first to nail her in the ass, he thought salaciously, but he sure as hell isn't going to be the last!
Barbara flinched as she felt two hands separate her softly tender ass cheeks, stretching them wide apart. With a horrible sinking feeling she realized she didn't even know who was touching her. If it was Frank, she knew she should steel herself for a brutal assault on her back passage, and if it was Ralph....
The thought that it might be her husband filled her with a strange, demonic excitement. He had never taken her there! She tried to determine which of the two it might be, but she realized with a start that she couldn't tell, that there didn't seem to be an actual difference between the hands that crossed her so lewdly. It ... it didn't even matter! Intoxicated as she was with drugs and sex, she didn't really care whose finger was circling tauntingly around the tightly puckered little entrance to her rectum.
Coretti, seeing Ralph's intentions, suddenly interrupted him. "Wait," he suggested, smiling evilly. "I have an even better idea."
Ralph was about to protest, but then he saw the heavy set teacher motion to Frank. With a delighted laugh, the younger man quickly abandoned Annette, and lay down on the floor near the others. The three men, guided by Coretti, maneuvered the young blonde wife, almost insensate now and unable to move of her own volition, to a position over Frank's huge, hot spear of male flesh just as Annette had been positioned over Coretti.
So it's Ralph, Barbara thought excitedly as she saw Frank stretched out beneath her, grinning lewdly. But what ... what are they going to do?
She was confused by the fact that Frank was pulling her down onto his massively rigid penis which afforded him an easy passage, lubricated as it was by Mara's tonguing and her own secretions of feminine juices. A shudder went through her whole body as his long hard cock slowly slid up into the depths of her warmly quivering cunt, and she thought she would cum right then and there!
Then Coretti knelt down almost directly over Frank's face and pulled her forward so that she was compelled to take his heatedly pulsating cock into her mouth again.
Behind her, Ralph once again separated the fleshy cheeks of her softly rounded bottom and began to run his finger teasingly up and down her now trembling rectal crevice. The enormity of what was happening suddenly overwhelmed her. She was going to be taken by three lusty, excited men at once! One in her pussy, one in her mouth, and her husband in the anus! At first the idea filled her with fear, but as Frank began to twist his pelvis up from beneath her, sending excruciating waves of torrid pleasure through her inflamed young cuntal passage, and as Coretti grasped her head in his hands and began forcing her wetly parted lips up and down the length of his thick shaft, a perverse enjoyment began to overtake her.
She trembled with a combination of fear and lurid anticipation at the new plateau of womanhood and freedom she was about to reach. In the next moment, the bulbous head of her young husband's rock-hard penis probed obscenely at the tiny cringing entrance to her back passage. Her mind was awhirl with confused thoughts.
Oh God, Oh God, it 's going to hurt when he puts it in! It's going to hurt like nothing ever has before, especially with Frank inside my vagina! But I don't care, she realized suddenly, I WANT IT TO HURT! YES! YES! I'm so hot I can't stand it! I need to be fucked! I WANT TO BE FUCKED! IN MY ASS! IN MY PUSSY! IN MY MOUTH! EVERYWHERE!
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" she screamed as she was consumed by a violent, wrenching pain that instantly shut off all her thoughts. With a sharp forward thrust, her husband had bored his hot, lust-thickened hardness far up into her tight, nearly virginal rectum, worming the long swollen cudgel through the sensitive membranes of her anal passage to bury it almost to the hilt in the soft rubbery confines clamped so tightly around it. Ralph clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as he burrowed yet deeper into the warm forbidden depths of her rectum.
The young husband had never experienced anything so torridly satisfying in his life. Her ass-hole was so tight! So wonderfully hot! It squeezed around his wildly aroused penis harder than anything had before!
"UUUUUnnnnngggghhhh!" he growled, lunging forward again, far into her rectal depths. The pressure of his thrusts forced her forward, yet her nakedly kneeling body was pinned firmly in place by the three men who began to fuck her with savage abandon in every available opening.
The four people became one squirming, wantonly writhing mass of lurid flesh. Moans and cries of ecstasy filled the air as the men drove into the helpless young wife with ever-increasing lust.
Once adjusted to her lewd and vulgar position, Barbara began to enjoy the thrilling sensations that surged through her cock-ravaged body. Indeed within a few moments she began to exult wildly, reveling in the delicious pleasure of two huge shafts of male flesh impaling her mercilessly in both rectum and pussy, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. This, combined with Coretti's frenzied thrusting of his cum-bloated penis deeply into her now eagerly sucking mouth, was extraordinary beyond anything she had ever remotely experienced before! It was as if she had become one with the feverish men who were fucking her! All sense of personal self was completely swept away in the hurricane of excitement that crashed over her. She was lost, lost completely in a whirling maelstrom of depravity, no longer even human, rather the young wife was submerged in a staggering thrall of pounding sexuality that knew no personal identity. It was sex! Pure unbridled sex! AND SHE LOVED IT! SHE WANTED MORE! MORE! In her frenzied state she would now have easily welcomed even more rampaging males, more thrusting cocks, she would have submitted to anything to increase her savage pleasure. At that moment she knew that the naive, puritanical girl she had been only a few weeks ago was gone forever, and in her place was a wanton female of insatiable sexual needs'
"MMMMNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she mewled hotly in triumph, her naked, sweat-drenched young body quivering with steaming thrills, "MMMNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!"
Annette and Mara, now left to themselves, looked with envy at the pleasure-maddened quartet writhing on the floor before them. Each yearned to participate in the crude melee, for their bodies were again charged with a raging sexual energy by what they witnessed. Suddenly, as if on cue, the two voluptuous girls looked at each other, their eyes wild with desire, and within moments they threw themselves into each other's arms, twisting their ravishing naked female forms against each other in a frenzy of pleasure. Quickly they lowered themselves onto the floor, kissing hungrily all the while, and positioned themselves so that their hotly throbbing bodies were entwined in opposite directions, giving each of them access to the other's wet, eagerly parted vaginas. With a groan of deep pleasure, the two female devotees of Life Unlimited buried their faces in each other's moistly hot cunts and began greedily sucking at the glistening pink flesh, plunging their tongues deeply into each other's quaking cuntal caverns, already at the apex of excitement from all that had gone before.
Now the smoke-filled room became a shrieking, groaning orgy of searing lust. Naked bodies, male and female, gleamed with sweat, and wantonly quivering flesh was everywhere. The jazz music that had been serving as an obscene accompaniment to the frenetic activity began to build now in intensity as if it was in perfect rhythm with the mounting passion that consumed everyone in the room. The cries and moans of desire that pierced the air began to come more frequently and louder as the volcanic fucking and sucking took on a more intense, savage quality.
Ralph, plunging his massively throbbing cock deep into his wife's ever-widening rectal channel, felt his sperm churning balls tighten in a sudden burst of sensuality; his loins became fiery and he knew that his moment of release was not far off.
"SHIT, OH SHIT!" he cried in exquisite agony, every muscle rippling and ablaze with desire, "I'M CCCUMMMIIINNNGGG OH FFFUUUCCCCCCK! I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMIINNNNGGGGG!"
His mighty shrieks seemed to act as a triggering device for everyone in the room, for at that moment both Frank and Coretti experienced the dazzling stabs of heat that exploded in their genitals just previous to orgasm. They increased the tempo of their fucking: Coretti burying his long hard cock deeply into Barbara's eagerly sucking mouth to the back of her throat; Frank fucking like a raging demon, driving his wildly jerking penis into the young wife's passion-drenched cunt.
"AAARRRRGGGGHHHH" the young instructor cried, throwing his head back as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, "AANNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
Barbara, receiving the battering strokes of the three climaxing men, was consumed with excruciating pleasure! Her loins were palpitating, hot as fire, for she knew that she, too, was near release. Suddenly her rectum and pussy were filled with scalding explosions of cum as both Frank and Ralph reached total orgasm. Gush after gush of milky, boiling semen filled her, rushing out from the two insanely ejaculating cocks that throbbed in both her channels like exploding guns. The two men shouted in ecstasy from the intensity of their torrential release. At that moment, too, Coretti groaned deeply like a wounded animal and began shooting his seemingly inexhaustible reservoir of searing white cum to fill the voraciously sucking young wife's mouth and throat! She was drowning in cum! AND SHE LOVED IT! SHE WANTED IT TO GO ON FOREVER!!!! Her own female secretions were streaming down her ravaged cuntal walls in a wild cascade that made her ache with even more tumultuous passion! Moaning incoherently, she drank her guru's hot semen as if it was the nectar of the gods, her entire naked torso quivering lewdly from the stream of sperm that filled her from the other two men's madly emptying cocks.
Not to be outdone by the obscene quartet, Mara and Annette had sucked each other to their own heights of lust and now, faces buried in each other's wetly streaming pussies, they kicked their legs in utter delight, and writhed their bodies obscenely together as they enjoyed the full scope of their orgasms. Wet vapor covered their faces and lips as they buried their heads into each other's eagerly throbbing, wildly orgasming pussies.
For a while it seemed there would be no end to the orgy, but soon the shrieks of pleasure began to subside, and the frenzy of fucking, licking and sucking began to ebb as one by one, each of the participants reached the end of their drug-sodden desire.
CHAPTER NINE
On a warm spring morning about eight months later, Barbara awoke slowly and stretched luxuriously, like a cat, savoring the soft comfortable feeling of the satiny sheets that covered the king-size bed. Sleepily, she opened her eyes, reaching for the spot where Ralph's body should have been.
He must have gone downstairs already, she thought, finding his side of the bed empty.
Yawning, she slipped her feet into the backless slippers on the floor at the side of the bed and, wrapping the sheet around her naked young body, moved across the room to open the windows that opened onto the Hudson. Letting the sheet slip from her lusciously contoured body, she stretched again, closing her eyes and letting the bright spring sun play over her sleep-laden limbs.
For a moment she felt like a child again, waking in her own room, fresh from a dewy dream. A look around, however, jolted her back to reality.
Although it had been almost six months since she and Ralph had abandoned their dark East Side apartment and moved into the Life Unlimited House, she still found it hard to adjust to her new surroundings.
This morning, she felt vaguely depressed, "I did have a dream," she murmured aloud, picking her way around the large, Victorian room through the maze of clothing and overflowing ashtrays, mementos of the previous night's debauch. "But I can't remember it. Something about Ralph and me...."
She went into the adjoining bathroom and splashed water on her face to wake herself up. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she was amazed that she looked as fresh as she did. Not a single line or shadow betrayed the excesses to which she had subjected her ripe young body the night before, although the "session," involving Annette, Mara, Frank, a young boy named Koky who had only recently arrived at the House, as well as herself and Ralph had lasted well into the early morning hours.
She smiled, remembering Koky's slender, hard frame pressed strongly against hers. He had definitely been the high point of the evening. "Really, Barbara," she addressed herself in the mirror, "I never thought you'd get around to seducing children! He couldn't be more than sixteen!"
Slipping into a pair of brief cutoff shorts and an old shirt of Ralph's which she tied under her firmly swelling breasts, she padded downstairs to the kitchen, where she found Ralph just finishing his breakfast.
"Morning, sweetheart," she said, leaning over him and nibbling lightly on his ear.
"Hi, baby," he replied, patting her absently on her buttocks as she moved to a chair across the table. "I'm glad you're up. That guy Callahan is coming this morning."
"Callahan? Who's he?" Barbara asked, pouring herself a glass of orange juice from the pitcher on the table. "Damn! The juice is warm," she said petulantly. "How many times do I have to tell Annette that I can't stand orange juice when it's not ice cold!"
"Don't worry about it now," her husband interrupted as she was about to storm into the kitchen and unleash a furious tirade at Annette, who was on kitchen duty that week. "Callahan's the guy who's suing Rick for alienation of affections. I thought you might be able to ... reason with him, know what I mean?"
"Ooooooh, now I remember. His wife took exception to Frank's classes didn't she?"
"Exception is not the word!" Ralph replied. "He's suing for a very large amount of money and threatening to blow the whole operation wide open."
"Frank really is getting to be a bore isn't he?"
"Yeah. I think I'm going to talk to Rick about him next time he's here."
"Well give me a rundown on Callahan, and I'll see what I can do."
"He's a truckdriver, about twenty five, very angry, and he'll be here in an hour."
Having finished her breakfast, Barbara hurried upstairs to change into something appropriate for dealing with outraged husbands. Finally she settled on a pale blue backless dress of soft jersey that clung to her lushly rounded body like a second skin, but somehow managed to look demure at the same time. She arranged her long mane of blonde hair in a crown of braids around her head, and decided against any makeup except the merest trace of pale pink lipstick.
"God I wish I could shake this depression!" she muttered as she made her way back down the stairs to the main reception room. Everything seemed to make her blue. Even Ralph's request to deal with the outraged Mr. Callahan. "Outraged husbands are a bore," she thought, with unusual anger.
"Barbara ... can we speak to you for a minute?"
Koky's young male voice stopped her on the way down the hall. He was standing in the doorway of one of the classes, and inside, Barbara could see that Annette was hovering behind him.
"Of course," she replied, smiling and feeling a sudden spark of desire at the sight of his thin adolescent face, ringed with long curly hair that made his dark eyes sparkle like dark jewels. Playfully she reached out and stroked his fuzzy cheek with her long tapering finger. "What is it?"
"Annette and I think we want to move on," he said hesitantly.
"What do you mean?" Barbara frowned.
"We think we want to leave for awhile, go out on our own, and we just wanted to know when it would be convenient. We don't want to leave you shorthanded or anything."
"Well, this is a surprise," Barbara replied sternly, "Especially from you, Annette. Do you think you're ready to go out into the world again?"
"I ... think ... so ... if Koky's with me. Oh Barbara, I'll never stop being grateful for everything the house has done for me ... please don't think that, its just ... well ... Koky and I want to try to make a life of our own! Together!"
A stab of pain seemed to go through Barbara's brain at the young girl's words, and suddenly she remembered the dream she'd been dreaming when she woke up. It was she and Ralph, making love passionately, ecstatically-but suddenly they were torn apart by grasping hands pulled away from each other, and she remembered calling to him and reaching out her arms as they drifted further and further away.
"Very well," she said sharply, striding briskly to the window and looking away from them so that they couldn't see the sudden tears that rose uncontrollably in her eyes. "Leave whenever you want!"
"Will ... will the end of the week be ok?"
"Fine." Turning, she watched the happy young couple run down the hall, hand in hand, talking animatedly to each other. She watched until they were out of sight, then, forcing her head high and all signs of regret from her face, she continued down the hall to the reception room.
"A truck driver ... about twenty-five," she murmured through her tears. "Well that's fine! Just fine! If only I could stop ... feeling ... so ... depressed!"
