"I just can't make myself do it, Liza. Every time I get to that part ... of ... of his body I stop. Just the thought of ... of touching it with my mouth makes me gag. I mean it's not just in my mind, I get physically sick." The blonde haired woman paused, drew in a deep breath, and picked up the paper cup sitting on the end table. She threw back her head in a jerk and drained the glass, then held the cup lovingly in her hands and molded the pliable paper into a perfect square. "I know other women do it to their husbands," she said without raising her head, her voice muffled and monotone. "But I can't! I just can't!"
The matronly looking woman on the other side of the room pushed up her plastic-rimmed glasses to sit on the bridge of her nose and in a calm voice said, "How does your husband feel about this, Jackie?" She crossed her legs, her nylons making a soft, sleek swishing sound.
"Well, if it pleased him, I wouldn't be coming to a sex therapist, now would I?" blurted Jackie Carmichael with a sarcastic snicker. Staring straight ahead at the wall, trying to make sense of a senseless abstract painting that looked more like a housepainter's drip cloth than a work of art, she slumped down in the deep plush of the black leather sofa and traced arabesques on the puckered leather of the arm.
For a separate moment silence fell on the doctor's office. With a barely visible turn of the head, Liza Tyrell, M.D., Phd.D., S.T., took a fugitive glance at the digital clock that sat on the book shelf well concealed from her patients, and smiled. Jackie Carmichael was her last patient of the day, and today, she mused confidently, Jackie just might make her break through. Soundlessly, she took off her glasses and set them on the book shelf and studied appreciatively the slightly spread knees of her reticent patient.
But Jackie didn't notice. She was depressed and angry with herself for failing once again with the thing she had promised she would do this time. It was a promise that she had made to herself over two months earlier, on her first wedding anniversary-that she would suck her husband's magnificently formed cock, engulf it with her mouth, fill her throat with it, tease at it with her swirling tongue and draw every drop of his hot, spurting semen from him and hold it in her mouth, savoring the beautiful male elixir until it cooled, and then she would swallow it deep into her belly and take wild delight in doing this. She wanted to do it, for him and for herself, and bitterly cursed the thing inside her which had held her back from doing something to him she knew he wanted so much. And she would let him burrow his seeking mouth between her thighs as he had tried so many times to do, open the passion-swollen lips of her eager young pussy to his tongue and feel her clitoris rise voluntarily to the butter-fly wing attack of that tongue, rise with him as he sucked it between his lips and gently rake it with his teeth while he jammed his face and mouth hard down against the heavings of her pubic mound. But she couldn't....
At the suggestion of a close friend, she searched for help, and found it in Liza Tyrell, a tall, full-busted woman with a comforting manner and mellifluous voice. Jackie had vowed to work with the doctor, no matter how painful or agonizing it might be to search into her subconscious to find out what had caused this distinct revulsion in her for oral sex. For six weeks, every Tuesday from four o'clock until four forty-five she suffered herself to divulge her secret fears to the taciturn woman seated next to her.
Liza broke the silence: "Have you ever seen oral sex take place between a man and woman? It can be a most beautiful experience, For some reason Americans seem to think oral lovemaking is dirty, second to vaginal sex, but this is not true. Women, as opposed to men, are capable of two kinds of orgasm, thank God. We can climax through clitoral stimulation as well as vaginal ... and it maybe the...."
"But I've seen it and it's disgusting!" interrupted Jackie, sitting up straight and pounding her clenched soundlessly into the soft leather. "It's sickening!"
"Where have you seen it, Jackie?" asked the therapist, watching the blonde patient's full breasts heave with pent-up emotion, her nipples spiking out from the thin voil of her blouse. She noticed Jackie wore no bra.
The patient relaxed her posture and slumped back down in the sofa, her skirt riding up to mid-thigh. Jackie bit her lower pouty lip and curved in her right ankle, her knees now widely spread to reveal the soft inner flesh of her upper thighs. "I ... I can't tell you," she half whispered, blinking her eyes against welling tears and fighting the lump in her throat.
"Come now, my dear," urged Liza kindly. "We've been together every Tuesday for six weeks now. You know by now that you can trust me...." She reached over and rested her warm palm on Jackie's naked knee.
Jackie sighed, nodding her head, and started to speak. At first she groped clumsily for words, but as she progressed, the words came more easily to the blonde beauty, and she was able to draw an accurate picture from the past of what had formed her thinking.
"... When I was a child my father was killed in the war," she began. "It was very hard on Mom since she had three kids to support, and that wasn't easy when you don't have a pay check coming in every month." Jackie sucked in her breath and continued. "It got to the point sometimes where there was nothing to eat but dry bread and so ... so she went out to get a job."
Liza nodded approvingly with each struggled word. Her patient might be able to face it this time Time, patience, that's all it took ... along with loving care. Very loving. It had worked in the past with other patients, why not this one!
"... But the kind of job she got wasn't the kind you brag to your friends about," sniffed Jackie with a half-snicker, before staring down at her well trimmed nails again. "That's when she brought home her first man."
"Go on...."
"My brother and I had to sleep in the same room with Mom ... my sister was a baby at the time. When ... when she brought home her men we had to stay in the kitchen and she wouldn't let us in the bedroom." Silence fell, broken only by the slow sobbing of the distraught blonde. Liza tactfully reached behind her and picked up the kleenex box to set it beside Jackie.
"That's okay, honey. I'm here, I won't hurt you...." she whispered, handing the girl a kleenex to establish a positive physical response from the terrified girl.
"... She was fixing her mouth when I first looked into the bedroom," Jackie said," inspecting it very carefully, and running the tip of her tongue over her lips. The man sitting on the bed ... our bed...." she gasped, sobbing, "was opening his pants. She smiled and I guess she made some joke about how hard he was already, because they both laughed and she put her hand on his cock and started doing this." Jackie made a stroking gesture with her thumb and index finger forming a circle, stroking the middle finger of her other hand. "It looked so big she could barely get her fingers around it, and I couldn't understand how she could take it all inside her. Than she looked at it closely and squeezed the head, that huge, purple head that I knew was full of his blood. He nodded and gave her some money. Then he took all his clothes off and she took a basin of water and washed him all over and he lay down on our bed with his hands behind his head and she knelt beside him.
"I watched her begin to lick his hairy body. She kissed his eyes and ears and over his face, but not his mouth, and then his chest and down his belly. All the time she had his penis in her hand, pumping it slowly and playing with it. Then she licked his ... his testicles and started to run her lips along the length of it, and I could see it getting shiny and wet. She kept kissing it as if she liked it ... I mean she really looked as if she liked it! ... and then her tongue was running in circles around the tip of it. She was doing it like it was an ice cream cone. Then he reached for her hair and pulled her head down and she opened her mouth wide and sucked his huge thing into it. She must have been sucking very hard, because I could see the outline of it bulging through her cheeks. She got it all in her mouth and then began working her head up and down and twisting it around, and at the same time he had his hands between her legs and was running his fingers around it, in and out. Her head kept going up and down and her hair fell across his belly. Every time her head came up his penis, her lips pulled out, and then with just the head in her mouth, she'd suck down on it again, all the way, until her face was buried in the hair. He was jerking up at her with every stroke, and I could see what he must be feeling from the expression on his face. Then he put both hands on her head and thrust his thing in and out of her lips as fast as he could, and could see her throat muscles moving and I knew he was cumming in her mouth and she was trying not to have to swallow it. Her cheeks puffed way out and then he let go of her head, and she rose up slowly, her lips tight together as they came away from his thing, but there was string of whitish stuff that she picked off with her finger and wiped on her mouth. Then she leaned over and let it all run from her mouth into the wash basin. I thought she'd never stop spitting it out, and I wondered if it was going to make her sick, but it didn't seem to bother her, and she was smiling at him."
"My!" exclaimed the sex therapist sitting up straight in her chair. "You certainly have retained it all. You're progressing wonderfully, Jackie. I have a feeling it won't be long now." She paused long enough to cast a reassuring smile at her patient, then said. "And then what happened?"
"I ... I ran for the toilet and threw up."
"Oh...."
Jackie continued on her own. "She washed off his penis and dried it and helped him get dressed and then he was gone and she was washing her mouth out and combing her hair again. I don't think they'd been together longer than ten minutes."
Liza leaned forward in her chair. "Is that the only man your mother was with? Is that the only time you saw your mother do these things?"
"Oh, no! As soon as he left another man came. But that man kissed her and licked her all over. He even put a finger up ... up her ... rectum, and shoved it around. I could see red spots where he'd been sucking her skin, but she seemed to like it because she was squealing and twisting around. Then he pulled her legs apart and knelt down between them and licked her there like ... like a dog!" Jackie wrinkled up her nose in disgust. "He pulled it wide open with his fingers and ran his tongue around it and up inside her and licked her ... her clitoris and sucked on it, and she was pushing herself up to him and running her fingers through his hair and squeezing his face between his legs. Finally she put her head back and I could hear her scream and I guess she may have cum becasue of the way she was pushing his tongue up into her vagina.
"And then he'd had enough of that. He got off the bed and stood up and she knelt in front of him and pulled on his cock a couple of times with her hand and then took it in her mouth. She Worked on him so hard that her hair was flying wildly around her head, and she was squeezing his testicles every time she drew back and sometimes his cock would come all the way out of her lips and the tip of her tongue would slither around it like a snake before she got it inside again. Then he was holding her head and just fucking her mouth like it was down between her legs, that's all I can call it. And her cheeks were all puffed out again. He was really full of it, because it ran in trickles from her lips when she opened her mouth over the basin and just gobs of it came out. I think he was mad that she didn't swallow it, but she kept shaking her head, and he left after she had washed off his penis."
"You certainly have a graphic memory, Jackie. It's good that you can talk about it now without getting so upset. Do you remember when you first came in to see me, how shy and diffident you were?" The therapist smiled reassuringly. "You've made great progress." Liza sat up straight, crossed her legs and asked, "How long did you watch this happening?"
"I watched for hours," Jackie admitted, blushing deeply again. "I couldn't help but be fascinated, partly because it was my mother with a strange man and partly because it was the first time I'd ever seen a man's thing. Besides, I just wanted to see how many different things they would do with her."
"And how many things did they do to her?" asked Liza, her interest piqued.
"Oh, one man had her squeeze her breasts together and he did it to her up there until they were ready to cum, and then they put his penis in her mouth and came there. All except one, and he just had her kneel in front of him while he pumped his prick until he was ready to cum, and then she opened her mouth and held it waiting by the head of his thing until he started cumming in big, steaming spurts and I could see it squirting between her parted lips and all the way down her throat. I stayed there as long as I could."
"What drew you away?" Liza studied the woman's generous mouth, her sensuous full lips. "One of the men saw me and hit me."
"Then what did you do?"
"I went to the bathroom and sat there for awhile and thought about how it must feel for mother to make a living that way, having those men put their penises in her mouth and squirt there, and not caring about doing it to her between her legs like normal men do. Whatever she cared, she didn't show at all. She pretended to like it, but I guess she had to in order to support us. I sat there on top of the toilet seat and tried to imagine what it was like, but I couldn't."
"Did you go to sleep right after the men left or did you do something with yourself?" Liza asked with a knowing smile.
"I ... I had had my first period by then ... I was early ... ten years old. So ... so I used my fingers on myself pretending it was that man's big thing," she admitted shyly.
"And when you were cumming I bet you tried to think of a man's cock deep in your mouth, filling it with hot love juice, and the man holding your head tight while he fucked in and out of your lips, and that you thought you could taste it, even though you didn't know what it tasted like."
"Yes-I did, but I couldn't help it." Jackie murmured with a childish pout.
"And you wondered what it would feel like to have a man's tongue licking around up inside your cunt, too."
"Yes-that." She had shut her eyes at the turbulent memory. "But I knew from then on that using a mouth is only for whores."
"Oh, but you're wrong, darling, so wrong." Liza protested. "It can be one of the most beautiful experiences a woman can have. Unfortunately, many women think the way you do and as a result they have an unhappy marriage but they don't understand why. They don't know who to blame. The worst part is women with your fear keep trying with the same man and each time it doesn't work, it causes just that much greater of a chasm between them...."
Jackie wasn't certain she understood, but she nodded comprehendingly anyway, admiring the beautiful woman's insight. Obviously this woman had been around in her time, thought Jackie. Seeing this admiration, Liza leaned forward and rested her warm hand on Jackie's naked thigh.
"You see, each time you try and fail with your husband it's going to imprint that failure in his mind so that soon he won't even think you capable of it. What you need, my sweet, is practice, pure and simple. Practice maked perfect, after all...."
Jackie's eyes saucered as she watched the auburn haired woman rise up from her chair and sit down beside her patient, then she reached up behind her head and unclasped the barrett holding her thick red hair back, letting it fall luxuriously over her shoulders.
"If ... if I didn't have any hope, I would have given up long ago...." stammered Jackie, feeling the woman's hot breath bathing her neck. "I ... I do ... want to please ... my husband." She swallowed hard and turned to stare in to her therapists's lust dimmed eyes. "I don't want him to have an affair ... with a whore because I can't ... please him...." She stopped abruptly, feeling Liza's warm palm stroking her thigh, running her milky hands over the trembling flesh near her patient's pulsating flesh. No other woman had been that close to her physically, except her mother.
"You must learn, and I will help you," Liza smiled and wet her full, sensuous mouth. "That is the purpose of therapy, my sweet. To learn to give and accept, giving all and accepting all."
"But ... but this isn't what I thought...." Jackie stopped, feeling the therapist insinuate a worming finger into the elastic leg of her panties. She stiffened and jerked away, cowering in the corner of the couch.
"Let me help...."
In a galvanic response, Liza sat up straight, her eyes darting towards the doorway where a white capped nurse stood with a knowing grin on her face. "I'm sorry to intrude, Miss Tyrell, but I just got a phone call from Susan Ashely ... says she's going to have a nervous break down if she doesn't see you soon. Something about her husband raping her last night ... she asked that she be able to see you immediately. She'll be taking a taxi." The nurse checked her watch. "She should be here any second." Then she shot a mischievious smile at Jackie and closed the door.
Liza stood up, straightening her dress. "I'm sorry about the intrusion, Jackie. Just when we were about to make a breakthrough," she panted in a shakey voice. "I think you should come back on Thursday instead of waiting till next Tuesday. We don't want time to compromise the progress we've made, now do we?" She offered a hand to Jackie who sat muzzed on the couch, a puzzled look crossing her perfect features.
"Yes, Liza. You ... you have made me feel much better about myself. I don't even feel like having a cigarette. In fact," she grinned confidently, "I feel like going home and making love to Mike."
"Good ... I'll see you on Thursday, then."
CHAPTER TWO
Mike Carmichael sat nursing a gin and tonic, his eyes riveted to the six o'clock evening news. He threw down the newspaper and pushed back on the fake leather recliner and, resting his feet on the attached ottoman, reached up to untie his bartender's ascot and loosened the first three buttons of his white pleat-fronted shirt. God, it felt good to get off his feet and relax after ten hours of running around the Countryman's Club trying to sweet talk the horny rich bastards into pulling out the bucks instead of pawing all over the pussy cat costumed cocktail waitresses.
It would make everybody's job easier if the girls weren't running around in those skin tight-black merry widows that pushed up their breasts to make their cleavage look like the east rim of the Grand Canyon. And those black mesh stockings and spike heels! Oh, my Lord what had happened to morality? Sex for sale; look but don't touch-that was the motto of the Countryman's Club. House rules and all that crap. But if the big boss knew half of what was going on in his west coast club, he wouldn't be holed up in his Chicago penthouse taking count of his harem; he'd be out here kicking ass and cleaning house, if he were anything of a business man.
But this was no time to think about work, reflected Mike, flicking the station on the automatic control dangling from a cord next to his chair. The FBI's theme song ground out over the static. Mike winced and flicked the station again; if he wanted to see cops and robbers he'd still be down at the club.
Things were getting hot down there, and as manager it was his responsibility to keep the lid on the bubbling pot long enough to keep the cops out and the money coming in. The club, having a country-wide reputation to uphold, couldn't slip up and let the media get wind of the pandering and dope dealing going on behind the staged scenes of the Countryman's Club. God forbid! He'd lose his job and probably get black-balled from the business to boot. No, he'd have to find some tactful way of handling the white-hot scandal without getting directly involved. As it was, he sat right in the middle of it all, watching the whoring and the rolling, never making a dime off any of it. Maybe he ought to loosen up, make a few extra bucks and retire at forty. But then, that wasn't the answer either. No, he'd rather ride out the bad times and slide into the good ones. That's the way it was with work, and that's the way it was with marriage....
Jackie ... a hell of a woman. She was no whore, no wanton bitch. She was a magnificent, if petite, female, and she was also his wife. Jackie....
His thoughts were cut short by the sound of a key turning in the latch of the front door. It was Jackie.
"Hi, darling," she said cheerily, throwing her shoulder bag down on the carpeted living room floor and slumping into her husband's lap.
"Hmmm, must have been a good afternoon, huh?" He kissed her on the cheek with a teasing smack.
"As a matter-of-fact, my love," she crooned, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him smotheringly on the neck, "it was a great afternoon."
"Must have gone shopping," he said with a groan. "Seems as if you go shopping every Tuesday. What happened did one of your rich relatives die and leave you a bundle? Christ, with the paltry allowance I give you, you'd be damned lucky to buy groceries."
"Now darling, you take good care of me and I'm not complaining about anything." Jackie tactfully skirted the subject. She reached for the unbuttoned gap of his shirt and slid her hand along the warm, hairiness of his chest and wriggled on his lap. "What do you say we skip dinner and head straight for bed," she whispered throatily into his ear before bathing it with her warm tongue.
"My God! What's gotten into you, baby? You haven't been that hot since I popped your cherry two years ago!"
"Just try me and see," she whispered back, wetting her lips, then mashing hers against his gin-flavored ones. Her right hand sought and found the growing bulge in his suit pants, stroking it into life until it throbbed and jerked in anticipation....
Mike Carmichael lay back on the snow-white sheet and luxuriated in the pleasure that the soft, sensuously searing lips were giving him as they traversed his deep, almost hairless chest, licking, pressing hotly into his flesh, as the tongue that flicked out from between them searched the hard muscle ridges and the deliciously naked young woman made soft ummm-m-m-ming sounds and her yellow blonde hair swept his body and the tips of her fingernails raked him with increasing abandon and the fine, full cones of her breasts, nipples already out-thrust just from the touching of their bodies, pressed against him.
Damn, maybe this time she'll go all the way, he thought. All the way down. Close those wetly glistening lips around the blood engorged head of his impatiently waiting cock, let her tongue play the way he knew it could, let the perfect white teeth rake the length of his heavily throbbing hardness, tease him beyond human endurance, make him blow his goddamn mind and body at once, and suck it all out of him.
It was about time, he thought. He'd waited for this a year and three months, which for a man of his nature was an eternity. He had forced himself to hold back, not treat her like a whore from the club, hold her slender, patrician nose in his strong fingers and pinch until he had to open her beautiful lips for a life-giving gasp of air and then fuck his prick deep as it could go, so far up into her slender throat that she choked on the length and bulk of it and was forced to suck and gulp it deeper up inside even to breathe.
The waiting for the right time and mood was hell, but he told himself that it was worth it, or would be, when it happened. Mike Carmichael loved his wife as much as it had ever been possible for him to love anyone, and he planned to stay married to her. So, while it would have been easy for a man of his physical strength to overcome her, force her to accept his cock in her mouth or up into her virginal young anus, he had chosen to gentle her and make her voluntarily seek every delight that could be had with a man, rather than reduce her to a reluctant, resentful, slave to his flesh. He wanted to help her overcome her fear of it, make her search for his cock with her mouth, and back up to him, pressing her smoothly curving young buttocks against her belly, inviting him to take any pleasure from her he might want.
And this, he thought, might be the night, if only he didn't press her. This night, she might suck him. Or at least go as far as letting that sensuous mouth touch the throbbing hardness she was now holding lightly, stroking, as her tongue lashed the rock-hard nipples of his chest and her mouth flattened against it with a hungry little sucking motion every few minutes.
She lay across him, long, tapering legs spread open to his probing fingers, allowing them the freedom of her most secret inner vaginal flesh, and the way she manipulated his cock told him she was doing it from desire rather than a sense that this was something she owed to her husband.
For Mike was an expert in bed, with tongue and fingers and cock, and when he had married Jackie, it had not been merely for her beauty, and certainly not for money, but she had challenged him with her eyes and her entire body, while speaking in whispers.
It was as if she had said audibly, I am a volcano-can you make me erupt deep inside my smoldering bowels?
He had accepted the challenge, and had soon come to wonder if the blonde hair and the green eyes that almost made him blow his was really concealed an iceburg.
Not that his bride wasn't eager and capable in bed, and a virgin in the bargain.
After the initial soft scream of pain when his thick, long trembling rod had fucked past the hymen and to the depths of her welcoming cunt, she had drawn one deep breath and showed him what a girl from the East could do. She had clutched and writhed and moaned in ecstasy and thrust her eager young cunt up to meet each flesh-ripping stroke and her legs had clamped tight around his humping body and her teeth had left their mark every place they could. And when he had almost driven her through the mattress with the violence of his cumming up inside her, she had not released him. She had held him captive between the soft, sweat-drenched vise of her tightly clenched thighs, her cuntal muscles still milking him greedily, refusing to let him go, until in a few minutes he was hard again and able to give her more of what she wanted and cried for.
No, Jackie had no reservations about fucking.
She would find ways to get his prick buried in her as many times a day as possible, and just having it fuck deep into her one time was enough to start her cumming out of her mind.
Mike Carmichael knew he did not have a frigid wife. Far from it. As long as he was content with straight fucking.
But she was damned strange when it came to putting her mouth around him down there.
He'd known a lot of girls who weren't over anxious to go down on him, until he had a chance to show them how good it could be. But never had he met one who didn't even want to get her cunt licked.
Jackie proved to be an exception. Oral lovemaking repelled her.
Months passed after their marriage before she would freely let him lick and suck her breasts, although she never tried to stop his hands from moving over every inch of her hot, trembling flesh. And when she did allow him to mouth and suck at the fine, peaked, trembling mountains of her bosom, she showed little response. There was no hardening of nipples, no quickening of breath as he worked expertly with his tongue and nibbled gently on the protruding hot, quivering mounds.
And she would never let him lick her below the navel, no matter what pleas he whispered, or how deftly his tongue tried to insinuate itself. And she would go just as far, and no farther, with him.
Everything seemed to be limited to above-the-belt action. She would kiss his mouth avidly, drawing his tongue between her lips and sucking and nibbling voraciously, moaning and clutching when she finally rolled him on his back and straddled him with her open thighs, finding the wet, heavily swollen head of his cock and guiding it to the pulsing lips of her cunt and swallowing it deep up into the eager depths of her belly and just about fucking him to death.
Saying nothing, just rocking and plungeing on him, her full lips drawn tight over the whitely glistening teeth and making strange, ecstatic grunting sounds deep in her throat every time his prick fucked to its full depth and his semen-swollen balls slapped hard up against her perfectly rounded young buttocks.
God, he often thought, how this girl can fuck!
But how the hell do I get her to kneel down and suck me? Suck, hell-just kiss it and lick it a little ... that's enough for now....
He lay back now, lightly stroking her legs, as the sharp even teeth bit a nipple and suddenly her mouth descended to his navel and her tongue swirled in it and then the passion-swollen-lips made a tight little oval around it and she began to suck him there, while her hand caressed his cock and her fingertips trailed over his heavily filled testicles. He was afraid to speak, afraid to break the spell he had taken pains to prolong.
They had shared two glasses of wine at the bedside, drinking until Jackie became giddy. Now his wife's wetly glistening lips had moved away from his navel, downward across the muscle-ridges of his belly until they were brushing the very edge of the triangle of pubic hair. Not only that, but her fingers were still closed tenderly, possessively around the thickening, throbbing mast of penile flesh that rose strongly from the juncture of his legs, and she was rubbing its length across the softness of her cheek while her lips and tongue nuzzled the hotly burning flesh around it.
She was panting, panting like a bitch in heat, moving her sparsely covered pubic mound in tiny, erotically driven little spasms as his fingers slipped wetly up between the lips of her passion-damp cunt, his thumb finding and twirling her rising clitoris as the middle finger sank to its full depths into the hot, slickly welcoming cavern of her pussy. Suddenly, she held his trembling cock straight up, drew the foreskin all the way down with a determined movement of her hand.
"Mmm-m-m-m-m...." she murmured.
Her head came up. Her eyes were closed tight. Her lips trembled and opened wide and her tongue snaked out towards the blood-engorged tip. Jackie was determined to make it work this time. Her tongue barely flicked across the thinly slitted little eye that was oozing clear lubricating moisture when the clamor of the phone broke like thunder in the room.
"Ooooooh God...." she gasped and jumped away from him.
"Goddamn it!" burst Mike as he grabbed for the phone with one hand and his wife with the other. It was a doubly-wasted effort. The phone tumbled off the nightstand as Jackie, cupping her hand over her still-virgin mouth, rolled from the bed and ran toward the bathroom. Mike cursed, gathered up the various parts of the phone and managed to gasp out, "What the hell do you want?"
"Mike, sorry I have to bother you, but we're having a problem down here at the club," an apologetic voice said.
"That goddamned club," Mike said, when he could speak. He knew the voice. It was George, the assistant manager at the Countryman's Club.
"It's really important, Mike. It's one of the girls ... found her all beat up lying on the dressing room floor. Nobody's saying anything about it. Either a pimp worked her over or one of her customers. Better get down here, Mike, before the cops hear about this. You'll come....?"
"Fuck ya, I'll come. What the hell else can I do?" Mike growled, looking at the still, everlasting, pinnacle of his cock. "Just because we all lose if I don't."
Mike hung up and strode down the hall to the bathroom, grimacing at the naked sight of himself, still wet from her mouth, still big and hard as a rutting bull-blooded bull. He was mad enough to kill, and he knew it showed in his face, because Jackie cowered as she met him in the doorway. And she seldom cringed.
"Mike...." she blurted. "What's wrong? Who was that on the phone?"
"George down at the club. One of the girls got worked over. Don't know who did it, Goddamned, now I have to play policeman on top of everything else. Boy, I tell you, Jackie, if it wasn't that I was so damned hard up for money, I'd quit that job in a second."
He jumped in the shower, flicked the faucets on, stood under the spray for a few seconds, bounded out and was rubbing himself dry with a towel and striding into the bedroom within half a minute. He dressed and was searching for his keys when Jackie said "Mike...." Her green eyes dropping to the prominent bulge in his pants. "I ... I'm sorry, I promise...."
"Not your fault, sweetheart. You probably would have hated yourself in the morning."
The door slammed and he ran to the '72 Pontiac GTO, started it, and roared away.
Mike arrived just in time to see the ambulance turn on its siren and rev away. It all seemed so ridiculous: some cheap waitress had probably been caught ripping off the rich bastard's wrist watch and he got hot. And because of this, he, Mike, was walking around with a half-hard cock and wondering how long it would be before he again got a chance to slip it into the hot sensuous mouth of his wife. Just the thought of her lips locked warmly around him brought him to full erection again, and to divert his mind, he began looking for George in the thinning crowd of bartenders and cocktail waitresses, all tutting and shaking their heads.
"George!" he called out, motioning with a waving hand toward the young assistant manager the boss had sent out from Chicago for training. George ambled across the hall, scathing the wall to brush past the onlookers.
George took one look at his boss and shuddered. Mike was hot and he had good reason to be. If any of the news media caught onto the fact that the waitresses at Countryman's were turning tricks on the side, it would be goodbye club for all of them, and there were few places that paid as well as Countryman's. They'd have to cover up the fact that one of their waitresses had been beaten for rolling a customer. The victim's name was Janet, and she'd been known for ripping off the customer's wrist watches and jewelry, not to mention the bar's scotch. She was a natural kleptomaniac. In karmic terms, she may have had this beating coming, but Christ! ... did the goddamn brute have to almost kill her?
"Bad, huh?" asked Mike, leaning his strong hand against the hallway wall and shaking his head, staring at the persian carpet splattered with blood.
George sighed, thrust his hands in his pockets andnodded. "Messed her up good. She had a shiner that damned near covered her whole face, poor girl. She didn't deserve that, you know."
Mike's eyes narrowed and he stared into space. "That's what you get for turning tricks, I guess," he said philosophically, through gritted teeth.
"Problem is, what do we do? How the hell are we going to cover it up?" He scratched his head, talking in a half whisper.
"We tell 'em it was an isolated incident, that's all. Tell 'em the beating happened out in the parking lot and somebody dumped her inside just to give the club a black name. That should keep the media shut up for a while. By that time maybe we'll have found out who the hell did it." He snapped his fingers and put his index finger to his lip. "Christ, I just hope she pulls through. What did the doctor say?"
"Oh, that's no worry. Said she'd pull through okay, though she might be off the floor for a while. In the meantime we'll have to find another dancer to take her place in the chorus line. Too bad, too, Janet had a fine pair of legs not to mention her tits," snickered George.
Mike blew out a lungful of air and chewed on his lower lip. He scanned the crowd. "Where's Mona? I have a feeling she might know something about this, maybe give us some hints. Just our luck to have a Pussy mother who's in tight with the big boss." He shook his head wearily. "Shit, she's the one who pulls the punches around here, you know. There ain't a goddamned thing goes on that she don't tell the boss, except, of course, that she's making enough to retire at thirty-five by panderin' these waitresses." He tutted. "Damned thing is, you and I have to explain the whole bit to the boss and she makes all the bread. Don't seem fair somehow. I think fern lib's gone a bit too goddamned far."
George drew out a cigarette from his silver-plated case and let it dangle from his lips while he fumbled in his pocket for a match; then he slipped the case back into the breast pocket of his black velvet vest. "You'd think they'd start giving it away."
"Not Mona." His eyes scanned the hallway in time to see the girls' 'Mother' disappear through her dressing room door. "I'm gonna go catch her now. There are a few things I gotta get straight with that woman." And to himself: "There's a big thing I'd like to get hard with her." He patted George consolingly on the shoulder with the instructions to keep cool and carry on with business as usual, and for chrissakes not to let the customers find out about what had happened to the chorus girl with the long legs.
He knocked on Mona's door. There was no doubt she would let him in. They were not strangers by any means, but Jackie didn't know about that.
Mona had been married to the big boss in Chicago up until four years ago when she decided to reinvest her alimony money in the business with the option to withdraw whenever she chose. In the time being, she would whore out the girls, doubling her money. She had often said she would retire at thirty-five, and Mike had no reason to doubt her. She was conniving and slick, and a good business woman and a better fuck. Mike and Mona shared one thing in common: they both hated the boss, but loved the money he paid. Better still, her back door was always open to him as manager of the club. He was the one person who could cause her to lose her alimony and job and that would put her back at point zero, just where she was when she started turning tricks in Chicago eleven years ago.
Above all, she was honest and brassy. But it was her tumultuous ass that he liked best. Mona had always made herself available to him because he was, as she often said, the only stud who would take care of her right and not ask for favors.
Mike didn't wait long. In a second Mona opened the door, motioned him quickly inside and bolted the door again. She leaned back against it, voluptuous in a veil-thin full-length dress that showed every detail of her fine, uptilted breasts and even the triangular tuft of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. She might have been described as gamin-faced if it hadn't been for the fullness of her mouth, a mouth that was always partly open, glistening in invitation. Her legs were long, tapering, smooth-muscled. She had a magnificent body and unbelievable control over all parts of it, he knew.
"I knew you'd come," she said, in her breathless way. "Mike, what the hell is going on here?"
"A girl was beaten up inside our club, and you and I are responsible. You for keeping an eye on the girls, and me for keeping an eye on the customers. What do you know about it?"
"Janet was clean. She wasn't turning any tricks this afternoon. I never let my girls turn tricks before a show, you know that, Mike. They look all used up, messy. I only work them after the show." She snubbed out the butt of her femininely slim brown cigarette.
"You see anybody come in here?" he demanded.
She shook her head. "No, there's never anybody back stage except for crew. It's a rule. Honest." He had to believe her.
"So what do we tell the boss? Christ, he's due in town next week."
Mike thought fast, then said: "We tell him the girl had been dating some guy who called her at work a lot-he beat her up in the parking lot and dumped her in here. She was found half an hour before dressing time, isn't that right? Christ...." he scratched his head. "There's janitors and chefs and god only knows who all around here that time of day. Could'a been any one of 'em. We're clean, as far as I can see."
"Only problem is, Janet had a reputation for having slick fingers. More than likely she was turnin' some tricks on her own and got caught with a cuff link between her teeth. The girl was in the wrong business ... should'a been crackin' safes instead of balls."
"That's another thing. If the boss gets wind of your moonlighting we'll all be eatin' soup out of a pot and sleepin' in the same bed. Nobody'll have a job," rasped Mike. He watched her ass wiggle lewdly like two perfectly synchronized ball bearings as she slithered towards the small bar and poured them each a glass of scotch up neat.
She sipped her, making a face. "You're in no trouble, I'm the one who's gonna get my ass in the wringer. What can I do to help?"
Mike accepted the glass and said with narrowed eyes. "Hey, wait a minute. You think this could be an internal job?"
"Naw. Who?"
"Hmmm ... guess you're right." Mike took another deep sip off his drink. "It's late." He thought for a moment, then continued.
"The world is full of people who'd love to fuck over the boss, but it does seem like a chicken shit way of going about it."
Mona put down her glass and came to him, lifting his glass from his fingers. She pressed herself against him, "I'm up-tight, Mike."
There was no denying the stirring this woman brought to his loins. Her breasts were pointed globes of fire against his thin shirt, and her knee insinuated itself deftly between his legs. She rubbed it against him as she drew his head down and melted her urgent mouth against his. She worked skilled fingers into the front of his pants and found his organ. Instinctively, his hands found the ripe roundness of her buttocks. She gasped and moaned at his touch.
"Look, Mona, I can't...." he began.
"Why? Both of us are tense. We need something to calm us down. When's the last time somebody gave you head?"
"Jesus!" he spurt.
She stepped back and peeled the thin dress over her head and stood, tantalizing him with her sleek body. The legs were even better than he remembered from the last time, with the lift of her high heels. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, then let his pants drop and stepped out of them. He followed her to the large backless sofa that doubled as a bed when one of the girls felt ill. She grasped his swelling organ and pumped it. Her fingers couldn't close around it.
"Wow!!! ... beautiful," she whispered. She bent over him and kissed the tip, swirling her tongue over it, tasting. She lifted her head, tossing her mane of blonde hair back, studying him with laughing eyes. "You sure are ready. What's the matter, you get called out of bed?"
Mike laughed, throwing back his head.
"Well, I'll just give you something to perk you up, baby. Can't let this go to waste." Winking, she lowered her gaping mouth again and slowly drew the full length of his bulging cock into her mouth, and sent her tongue twisting around it and sucked steadily. After a minute she raised her head. "You manage to break Jackie into sucking you off yet?"
"No. I was close tonight. Then the damn phone rang."
The young woman knew of his problem. She had sensed it the first few times he'd come to see her. He had quickly taken her in the sixty-nine position, delving hungrily into her juicy cunt with his tongue and pistoning his throbbing cock into her willing lips. It had not taken her long to get a full confession of the situation from him, and she had later suggested various techniques through which he might lead his reluctant bride into the pleasures of oral lovemaking. Unfortunately, all had depended .on his being able to thoroughly use his mouth and tongue on her first, stirring a desire to reciprocate. But Jackie had unfailingly put him off, and home runs are not scored without first passing first base.
"How 'bout it, friend. You in the mood for something-different tonight?" the beautiful girl said hopefully. She took his hands and guided them to the sleek crease of her buttocks. "Okay?"
"If you want."
"Ummmmm-m-m-m," she said, bending to suckle his erect prick again, wetting it thoroughly from tip to base. "You know ... "
She maneuvered on the bed, placing a pillow under her pelvis as she lay belly-down, her trembling buttocks high. She spread her legs wide and rose to a half-kneeling position.
"In a minute," Mike said. He rolled her over and knelt between her legs. His tongue flicked out and he began to lick the satin flesh of her thighs, swiveling his head from one to the other as he moved slowly toward the bush of pubic hair. The pink line of her slit showed through it, pulsing, beginning to swell and open and close as his tongue drew near. She squeezed her thighs together tight for a moment against his face, then slowly parted the coral portal. He could smell the hot, musky scent of her as she opened her legs wide in invitation.
The flat of his tongue swept between the widespread lips and brought a rising gasp from her throat. Her hand went behind her head and she tilted herself up so that she could watch, directly and in the full-length dressing mirrors overhead and along the side of the sofa. His mouth glued itself to her nether lips and he sucked hard, letting his tongue curl deep into her moistening cuntal passage and then twitch as her interior muscles closed around it. He worked it around and then out, seeking the tip of her clitoris and teasing it, then nipping lightly, expertly with his teeth, bringing a squeal of delight.
"Oh, God, where did you ever learn to eat pussy?" she mumbled, tossing her head in abandon, thrusting her pelvis up and to his demanding mouth. "Nobody eats it like you do ... not even the girls...."
"Mmmmmmm...." He heard the words dimly as he continued to suck and lick, driving her wild with his thrusting tongue, exulting in the way her silken thighs clenched around his face as the juices flowed freely from her pulsing cunt into his mouth. "Mmmmmm...."
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!"
Her fingers clawed at his head, pulling him tight against the wet forest between her legs and she was bucking, back arched, screaming, cumming hard, gushing over his face, clamping him tight with her strong legs, holding him until the final spasm subsided. Then, while she was still trying to catch her breath, he rolled her on her belly, over the thick pillow and spread her legs wide. He dipped a finger in the secretions of her milking cuntal lips and spread it around the small, tightly puckered anus, felt her tremble in anticipation as, with his thumbs, he spread the smoothly curved half-moons of her buttocks wide. She raised her tail high in back, wriggling, taking her weight on knees and elbows as the throbbing head of his steel-hard cock touched the tiny, sensitively throbbing lips of her anus. He grasped her trembling hips in his big hands, held her tight as he pressed forward.
"Uuuugh!!!" She gasped softly as the blood gorged knob bored past the initial barrier of her tightly clenched sphincter muscle. But she gritted her teeth bravely and jerked back towards him, offering herself, and the head popped all the way up inside the warm, rubbery opening.
"Ummmmm ... go in slow, lover...."
He forced back the urge to ram his entire length into her with one powerful lunge. She rotated her hips and he pressed slowly. A fraction of an inch at a time, his heavily pulsating cock sinking deeper and deeper up into the hot, moist tunnel of her ass. The mirrors showed it from all possible angles. Her face contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, was canted forward, her eyes looking directly into a slanted window which allowed her to watch it happen. Her full lips were drawn back tight against the whiteness of her teeth, and her breathing was slow and deep, as with each manipulation of her body, she absorbed more of him. Each slow stroke measured only a fraction of an inch, but his progress was inexorable, and her taut, nakedly curved behind swayed from side to side and up and down, helping, urging, leading. Finally he was entirely inside her, his balls mashed tight against the softly curling hair of her pussy below. She sighed deeply, relaxing, and sank down on the mattress and pillow. Her anal sphincter tightened hungrily around the base of his cock and she began to work her interior rectal muscles and clench her buttocks back tighter against his naked pelvis.
She made a soft, humming sound. While there was no perceptible outward movement of her body, to Mike it felt like a hundred tiny fingers were milking his prick, running its full length, squeezing, sucking at him.
"Damn, this is good," she turned her face to the side and whispered. "Just having you way up in my belly, lying on me ... I cum so sweet and hard with you fucking me up in the ass like this. And then when you really start fucking into me fast, I get so damn wild. No ... No ... NO!!!! Not yet ... just lie there and let me do the moving.
Ummmmm ... Mike, you've got to fuck your wife in the ass this way. You'd drive her out of her mind!"
"No way," Mike whispered in her ear. "You know how it is with her ... I'll be lucky if she ever sucks me off."
"That's your own fault and you know it," Mona hissed back at him. "Hell, you never fucked her before you married her. That was your first mistake."
"You're lucky you have this ass to fuck," she said, giving it a twitch that sent waves of sensation along his cock. "A horny guy like you needs a chick who'd give you all the far-out fucking you need and then decide to walk off with you. You know I'm going to try to swipe you away from Jackie and I'll take good care of you as long as you take good care of me. Move it a little, lover."
She ground her behind against his deeply-embedded cock and he drew back and fucked hard up into her rectal passage, bringing a soft little grunt of mixed pain and pleasure. She raised slightly on her knees and writhed as he drove deep into her tortured upturned asshole again.
"Aaahhhh!! Good God! Work it around in there a little, hon! Deep! Hard! HARD! Ya, like that...."
Beneath him she began to heave and pant, thrusting her openly clenching anal mouth upward, moving it in tiny circular motions with each growing stroke of the long, unbending rod of flesh that connected them. Her face, and then her entire body, became flushed with her exertions, and her breathing was fast and ragged. With each withdrawal, the clutching anus drew back like a fish's mouth, and she gasped as the heavily fucking cock plunged deep into her again, churning in the hot, wet depths of her back passage. She raised herself higher, on hands and knees, and met each pummeling stroke with a backward thrusting that engulfed his entire huge length. His balls slapped wetly down against the openly thrashing lips of her cunt as he drove viciously into the hilt, then withdrew until only the bulging head remained up inside the warm rubbery walls of her rectum. His hands held the thrashing hips, leaving cruel red marks, and with each massive stroke she cried out. Her hair flew wildly with the tossing of her head, and her mouth was drawn wide in a grimace of passion as a series of orgasms, each stronger than the last, racked her eagerly working young body.
"Oh, what a wild fuck you are!" she cried, clenching her buttocks, holding him tight momentarily as the spasm of cumming hit her. "My ass ... my ass ... my ass! FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK IT! FUCK MY ASS!"
She was gyrating so wildly he could barely hold her, and finally, as his own cumming began, he threw his full weight on her, crushing her with nearly insane violence and the great load of sperm gushed deep into her hotly thrashing tail and they cried out together in a wild, cataclysmic final climax.
For a long time he lay on her naked back, until he was soft and limp up inside her semen-drenched anal channel.
"I should have married somebody like you," he said finally.
"Why?" She laughed softly and winked. "Good fucking you can buy. A wife like Jackie you can't buy. She may be a little shy, but she's a strong girl ... a real lady. She's a ballsy girl, even if you don't realize it."
"Hey? You tryin' to sell me a bill of goods or what? Sure I love Jackie. She's a damn good woman."
Mona held him tight. "I lie in bed and plot ways for you to make Jackie come around." She shook her head. "I happen to enjoy your company, but I like Jackie very much. There aren't many women would put up with a horny man like you. Oh sure, I could steal you if I tried, but I'm not your kind of wench, except in bed, and I do thank you for the pleasure of your company and all that shit."
"You're a fine lay," said Mike, slapping her on the buttocks. "And you got good taste ... hey? Who got you turned onto fucking in the ass, anyway? Somebody sure as hell turned you onto it," Mike said. He eased his weight over her, parting her legs. She squirmed under him, lifting her perfect buttocks. He began to rub his hardening cock slowly in the crease of her tail. "You've got a far-out ass."
"Nice of you to notice," Mona whispered, humping up at him. "You wanna know how I got turned onto fucking in the ass?"
"Make it short, I gotta get home."
"Okay," she said, her voice trembling as she worked her buttocks sensuously and slowly back against the pressure of his cock. "When Herbie, the big boss, remember? ... picked me up at a bus stop in Chicago, then married and divorced me, I didn't have any money to live on so I started turnin' tricks on the side here at the club. That was about a year before you came up from L.A....Anyway, after I started the girls trickin' I found it hard to get laid. Before that last bust over on the east side we used to have a house over there where the girls did their work. Nobody ever wanted to fuck me. I used to go into the rooms with the two-way mirrors and watch all the girls fucking and sucking and getting fucked in the ass and winding up using my finger or a dildo, and that's for the birds. There was this one girl, real smart girl, too, named Liza, went back to school and from what I hear she's still turnin' tricks but callin' it sex therapy. Ain't that somethin'? Tits out of the world, long, slender legs, tiny waist and the most beautiful ass you could imagine. I mean, every time she moved, even to light a cigarette, it rippled. So beautiful and lithe that I couldn't resist her. I couldn't wait to get her legs apart and get down on her and eat her pussy, and you know I'm not a dyke. Anyhow, she was so goddamn superior that just about every guy who came in wanted to put her down. Make her suck his cock and then fuck her cunt. They'd get her to suck their dicks until they were slippery and they'd get her belly down on the bed and ram it up her ass as hard as they could. She'd thrash around and carry on and it would sound like she was being killed. Beat her fists on the mattress and twitched her ass around and cried real tears. Man, she'd fuck thirty dudes in one night that way. Finally it dawned on me. She liked it!"
"So I invited her to my room, and we had a couple of drinks to loosen up. I was so hot from watching her with those men that I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. I took her to bed and I guess I tried to show her I could be a better lover than all those dudes-anyway, I kissed her all over and had my tongue running wild in that delicious young cunt of hers, where none of the dudes had bothered to do it, I admit, I loved doing it, feeling those strong satin thighs tight around my face, when she reached out and pulled me around one the bed and gave me her mouth, and we almost sixty-nined each other to death. Anyway, she said for me to try fuckin' in the ass because she came best that way."
"You tried it," Mike said. He stroked his cock and placed it against the throbbing tight circle of her anus and began to steadily push. "Fine tail, Mona, fine tail."
"Nothing like the first!" she gasped, feeling the blood swollen head of his cock pressed through the restraining ring of her spincter muscle. She sighed and relaxed, curving her back upward, offering herself. "Fuck me in the ass again ... this time fuck me like I'm Jackie."
"Hey ... you mean to tell me this is virgin ass I'm getting?" He poised himself and then drove deep into her, to the hilt of his staff, felt his balls hit the spread half-moons of her ass. "Up here?"
"That's right honey, you're the first ... Now get that cock up there and let's fuck!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Yes, I did. I really did try, but when the telephone rang it made me open my eyes and when I saw that great big hunk of flesh staring me in the eye and I felt it twitch under my hand, I just knew I would get sick to my stomach again." Jackie Carmichael lit a cigarette and took a long pull on it, every gesture strained with tension from an unsucessful night of lovemaking with her husband one night ago.
"But you were close, darling, and that's what matters. AT least you've progressed. When you first came to see me about your ... your problem, you didn't even want to talk about it. Remember how you blamed him at first?" the red haired sex therapist said matter-of-factly.
"But it's not easy. It's taken a long time for me to feel comfortable above having my husband working in a club with a hundred girls running around half naked, just willing and waiting. It's hard on the ego," admitted the blonde housewife with a quavering voice.
"That's only secondary, dear," said Liza calmly. "Forget about his work and think about what goes on in your home. I will help you, I will do to you what Mike wants you to do to him, and you can learn to respond, to accept a mouth up between your thighs and cry out for more of it."
"What?" I ... I couldn't let you do that, Liza. I mean you've helped me a lot, but that's ... not professional. Is it?"
"Darling," said Liza raspily, "professional has nothing to do with what you do, only how you do it. Please let me show you," she pleaded rising from her chair and sitting down next to her patient.
"I couldn't," Jackie said softly. "You're a woman!"
Jackie stood up in response to the therapist's gesture.
"Jackie, honey," Liza said softly, putting her arms around the blonde girl and holding her close, so that Jackie felt the full mounds of the other's breasts rubbing against her own, bringing a tingle that meant erecting nipples in spite of herself. "There is nothing wrong with two girls enjoying a bit of mutual affection, and it is exceptionally enjoyable when one can teach the other. Let me tell you one thing, Jackie. I am not a Lesbian, but I do enjoy having sex with a girl, particularly one as beautiful as you."
"I ... I don't know," Jackie murmured. She felt that it was somehow wrong, but that was an abstract thought, and the warmth and firm-flesh body pressed against hers, hips now rotating slowly, mound thrusting forward to rub her own were reality, a reality she could do nothing to ignore or put down as she felt the sudden surge of passion and knew the color was rising in her cheeks. "Oh, Liza...."
"Give me your mouth, darling."
Then Jackie's head was back and the soft moistness of the red head's lips was closing over her own, incredibly soothing. She felt Liza's tongue circling her mouth, which was growing swollen and heavy with need, and she let her jaw fall slack and admitted the probing tongue, and at first she was passive, but then began to draw on it, sucking it deep into her mouth, letting Liza tease it and lure it into her own suddenly eagerly responding cavern.
Liza's hands were moving over her body, cupping and kneading the smoothly curved moons of her buttocks, drawing her tight to the insistent pulsing of her pubic mound, and Jackie was rising to the rhythm until they were grinding hotly against each other, swaying so they almost toppled to the floor in their embrace.
"Come to my backroom," Liza whispered. "This is my room that I use for my advanced patients. I teach there."
She allowed herself to be led. Her mind was in a tumult as Liza, continuing her kissing and caressing, deftly relieved her of the dress and scanty underthings and bent to take first one rising nipple, then the other, into her mouth. Her teeth nibbled and her tongue swirled around them, and slowly she sank to her knees, still licking and kissing, hands sliding, finding secret spots of titillation that only an experienced woman such as Liza could find. She traced the contours of hip and thigh and buttocks until the red head was at the juncture of her thighs and Jackie could feel the hot, moist breath passing through her thinly curling strands of pubic hair and caressing the puckering, swelling cuntal lips, and the teasing of the deft tongue. She was moaning and thrusting her pelvis forward, involuntarily parting her legs to give full access to her near-virgin body.
Suddenly Liza stopped, rose to her feet and quickly stripped away all her clothes. This required only a few quick movements, for she wore only bikini panties under a thin summer dress. Then, naked, she drew Jackie down on the bed. The room was in semi-darkness. Jackie lay still, one leg partly raised as Liza moved over her and began to kiss her deeply on the mouth.
At first Jackie was repelled and frightened. What would Mike think if he knew she was spending her money on a sex therapist who was teaching her the evils of homosexual love? He'd kill her!
But then reminding herself that this was therapy, that the reason she had come to seek help from this woman was so that she might better satisfy her husband, she went with the, flow of the moment. Their tongues ebbed and flowed and their hot lips welded together and suddenly Jackie had to know more of the flesh of the vibrant therapist. Slowly she worked a knee between Liza's thighs, moving it higher and higher until her flesh touched the passion-wet triangle of red hair that framed Liza's hot, pulsing cunt. Liza responded with a rubbing motion of her mound against Jackie's leg as Jackie's hands found her breasts and began to squeeze and knead, getting more demanding with each passing minute, pressing the rising stalk of nipple until it extended almost a half inch.
"Oh, darling, there's nothing wrong with the way you love, you just need practice with a professional, that's all," Liza muttered against her mouth, "but I'm supposed to be the teacher, so let me...."
She slid away, downward on the bed, pressing Jackie on her back. Her hands molded Jackie's upthrusting breasts, gentle and knowing, teasing. Her mouth closed on one, slick and hot and skilled, and her tongue twirled the nipple, lashing it into even further erection, and then her teeth nibbled and she began to suck as Jackie writhed slowly, her hips rising and falling, her legs parting as a deft hand slid between them and found the eager lips of her cunt and gently parted them. Then the fingers were teasing, tickling the bud of her clitoris before dipping lower into the moist wet slit, finding the cuntal hole and insinuating themselves there. The hand continued to move as Liza's hotly demanding mouth moved from one breast to the other and back, as if she could not get enough of them. And finally the devouring mouth, led by the flickering spear of her tongue, moved lower, over the soft, rising mound of Jackie's belly and finally to the outskirts of the blonde triangle of cuntal hair, where the probing fingers were still finding their mark, readying it for the final oral assault that Jackie knew would carry her to heights of ecstasy she had never even imagined before.
Then Liza was shifting positions, moving to kneel between her widespread legs, and the mass of red hair was tumbling over the acutely-sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. On impulse, Jackie reached for the red mass and drew it upward, so she could watch everything the devouring mouth could teach her about eroticism.
Liza was working slowly on her patient, drawing little circles of fire with her tongue, then pressing her burning lips to the circles and sucking them, and Jackie was moaning and tossing under the oral stimulation, afraid she was going to start cumming, cumminngg ... CCUUMMING!!! before Liza's darting tonuge ever found the hotly throbbing cuntal slit.
But then the red hair dipped down, tongue flicking far out, and Jackie suppressed a soft scream as it slithered past the outer lips and darted to the pink coral inner mouth and then far up into her waiting, eager, uncontrollable cunt and swirled and twitched like a snake.
"Aaaggghhh!" Jackie gasped, and clamped her thighs tight around the therapist's head, thrusting her pubic mound up hard to the skilled mouth. "Liza!!!"
"Mmmmmm...." was the only response.
Then the tongue was working more furiously, sliding deep inside her, then withdrawing to lick the length and breadth of the grasping cunt, then beating a feather-tattoo on the pulsing bud of her clitoris. She was beyond protesting when Liza's paused to use her fingers to part the quivering buttock-moons and skillfully push a finger palm-deep into her anal hole. There was a sudden pain, which was almost immediately replaced by new, spreading pleasure as the therapist's skilled mouth again plunged into the spreading pool of juice that had begun to flow freely from the sweet depths of Jackie's enraptured cunt. She raised herself in steady rhythm to the oral delight, and the finger that was worming in and out of her virgin young rectal channel was moving in the same cycle.
"Ooohhh ... oooh! ... OOOHHH!" she moaned, bucking wildly as the sensations began deep inside her. "Liza ... Liza ... I'm going to cum! Cum! CUMMMMMMM!!!"
At this, Liza glued her avidly working mouth to the heaving nether lips of the other girl, and her head bobbed furiously to match the pelvic heavings. Her tongue curled around the tiny, throbbing shaft of Jackie's clitoris and she sucked it and teased it between her teeth and lips as Jackie flailed wildly beneath her.
"Oh! mmmy God! It's here! I'm cumming ... cummmiing! ... oh, Liza, oh my darling, oh, oh, OOOOHHHH ... I can't stop cumming! I don't want to stop! Eat me, oh, eat me, oh, eat my cunt....!"
Then, in near-delirium, unable to control herself, feeling the hot wetness of her cunt pouring out into the greedily devouring mouth, Jackie fainted, but even so her body twitched and tossed as Liza continued to lick and suck and swallow the sweetness until finally, after a seeming eternity, there was no more.
Jackie awoke with Liza helping her to sit up, holding the rim of a tall, cold glass of a faintly sweetish-tart drink to her lips. She let a few drops trickle into her mouth, then took a deep slow swallow. It had a strange but refreshing taste.
"Oh, Liza," she whispered when she was able to speak. "I never knew anything like that could happen to me ... but I fainted, didn't I?" she said, with downcast eyes, her cheeks flushing.
"That's okay, baby. It happens often with patients. You see the reason they've never enjoyed certain sexual practices is because they've formed a block. So when they finally do allow themselves to experience it, it's like a bomb going off in their bodies. They feel all the pleasure they've been denying themselves." She smiled seductively. "Now you'll be able to experience it with Mike, too, and he'll love you all the more for it," she said with a satisfied air of satisfaction at knowing her theory had proven true again: that once a woman had experienced with another woman, there was nothing she couldn't experience and enjoy with a male."
"I-hope you're right, Liza," Jackie whispered. "Thank you so very much."
"Darling," the red head said, "You should not be thanking me. I wanted to make love with you. That's my job, remember?"
Jackie felt herself blushing again, remembering the way she had wanted to seek out more of the red head's body, wondering why it had been so natural with Liza, and why she had resisted her own husband when he had tried to do the same to her. She told Liza, and the other girl laughed.
"You were thinking of your mother ... that because she did it with men, then there was something wrong with it, and something wrong wth a man who would do it to you. And the same with sucking a penis. I promise you, it is all good."
"And you really liked doing that to me?"
"I told you, darling. It was heaven! You are very sexually responsive woman," answered Liza proudly.
"Yes ... I responded," whispered Jackie. They were close together, love-slick bodies touching. "More than that. I want to know what it's like having my ... mouth on you."
"I'm always ready and willing." Then she assumed a more dignified air. "Why do you want to, Jackie?"
Jackie thought for a second, then said. "Because-well, I know what I just felt, and words won't describe the sensation. But I still can't imagine what Mike would get out of it, and I want to find that out if I can." She leaned over and gently kissed the tips of Liza's breasts, sucking, using her tongue, feeling the urgency building within herself. "You're so warm and sleek ... it's like what I feel for Mike, only different. If I did it to you, then I might know more about what he feels when he wants to put his mouth on me."
"Darling...." Liza's mouth touched Jackie's. "When you are with him, just relax and be with him the way you were with me, and that will be all you'll ever need."
"No. Please. I want to!" Jackie pressed the red headed woman down on the bed and began to kiss her open mouth. It tasted musky-sweet, and it took her a moment to realize that she was tasting her own orgasm on the passion-heavy lips. Their tongues twined and Jackie's hands sought and found breasts and thigh and the apex of the triangle that was moist with the juices of Liza's own heavy gushings of juice. She raised her head. "Teach me."
Gently, the red head's hands guided her head on its virgin journey.
Liza made it easy for her, freely offering her breasts and squeezing them, making the golden-circled nipples stand up rigid for the laving tongue, gently stroking Jackie's hair as the blonde mass made its slow trip downward through the gentle swells and hollows of her body. Jackie's fingers found the waiting throbbing cunt and worked along its length and into it as her tongue licked the velvet flesh, still sleek and wet with love. Liza spread her legs wide and lay back as Jackie slipped between them and knelt momentarily, goddess-like, drawing her hair high above her head and then freeing it to tumble in a shower far down her back. She bent low, fingertips caressing the now trembling inner thighs, and found herself eager to taste the sensitive flesh that gave off such a sweet sexual scent.
She extended her tongue and like a curious kitten, licked tentatively at the spot a few inches from the hematin colored slit that was pulsing with anticipation. She was eager to taste it for the first time, but held back, savoring the moment. Then she began to lick and kiss and rub her cheeks against the sleek, firm thighs, nuzzling closer, until finally she was there, a fraction of an inch away, and Liza's fingers were parting the pink lips, now deep red with eagerness, of the undulating cunt.
"Lick my cunt," Liza whispered hoarsely. "Now, darling...."
Jackie's mouth plunged forward, tongue fully extended. She felt an almost electric shock run through her as it made contact and Liza gasped and involuntarily humped up at her.
At first she wanted to dive in, burrow, bury herself, and she mashed her face against the gaping red maw, slobbering, gulping, licking furiously until the softly-whispered instructions of her partner penetrated.
"Just lick with the tip at first, darling. Ummm ... like that. Now a little side-to-side ... slip it up inside me and twirl around....
Aaahhh ... yes, now work on my clit ... Lick and suck and nibble very, very gently ... yess!"
After a few minutes Jackie found she needed no teacher.
Suddenly she twisted loose from the furiously assaulting tongue, flipped around on the bed until they were lying face-to-crotch on their sides. Liza plunged her salivating mouth between Jackie's parted legs and her tongue slithered in and out of the woman's cunt furiously as she sucked at her. Momentarily startled, Jackie spread Liza's legs wide again and her mouth sought its soft, hair-fringed target.
Locked together, clutching and grasping and writhing, they reached a shuddering climax together, one which left them both weak and utterly spent on the sweat-soaked sheet, their twined bodies slick with sweat as each tongue languidly sought for any stray drop of feminine cuntal nectar.
Later, as they drank glasses of red wine and smoked cigarettes, Jackie tried to express what she felt after her first lesson in lovemaking from the sex therapist.
"I think I know now why Mike wants to lick me between my legs," she said. "When my mouth was on you, I could feel every little ripple anywhere in your body. I knew what I was doing was good for you, and I wanted to make it good for you."
"It's good then ... you are willing to let Mike do it to you?"
"Oh, yes! I want him to." She frowned slightly. "But I may not be able to right away. I mean, with a man, it's bound to be different. Maybe even better...."
As her voice trailed off, Liza filled in with, "You're thinking of going down on him. Well, give it time, and don't force yourself. You'll love it even more than going down on me. The first time you may feel a little funny, but after that you'll be a pro."
"I hope so."
"I can tell you how to go down on Mike, but I can't teach you. But you have a loving mouth and I know you'll be able to satisfy him," Liza said. "In fact I have something I give to my patients with your same problem. It'll help tremendously."
"Oh?" Jackied couldn't imagine what that might be.
"A dildo. To feel it, you would swear that's it's the most beautiful cock in the world! It even has a soft foreskin that moves up and down, and you can fill it with cream. That helps you to imagine it being Mike's cock ... you know, spurting cum into your mouth. I've experimented with several different brands and found this one to be the most effective, judging from the responses from my patients-both men and women."
She took it out from the bottom drawer of her desk and handed the black box to Jackie. "Go home and practice with it, dear. And if you have any questions or feel a need for help, don't hesitate giving me a call. That's my job."
She kissed her patient on the forehead and opened the door for her, then slumped down in the leather sofa and lit a cigarette, a wry smirk crossing her beautiful face.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You're goddamned right he knows what's goin' on in his club. He's the manager isn't he?"Milton Berry chewed on the butt end of his Havana cigar, his fat beefy lips working nervously. "Damned shame, too," he added, pounding his fist on the arm of his desk chair. He shook his head violently, his jowels jouncing with the movement. "Countryman's Club used to be a good place to go for a few drinks, have dinner, and watch a couple of cunts kick their legs in the air. Now a fellow can't get laid there without paying a fortune and gettin' rolled on the side. Used to be you could pick up a broad and fuck her for nothin'. Now they're chargin' for it!" Milton smacked his lips and unplugged the cigar from his mouth, resting it in the ashtray near the telephone.
Across from him, seated in the straight back leather upholstered chair his drinkin' buddy crossed his legs and tapped his fingertips silently on the leather. "You're right, Milt. I remember when we used to take clients down there ... was damned impressive for the guys from Minneapolis to come here and see those tits hanging out over them corsets and pinch a tit here and there. Really helped business, too."
Milton Berry, president of Bettel Corporation, makers of industrail pipe fittings, leaned over his desk, thumbing through his desk calendar. "Yeah, Harvey's gonna be headin' back for Minneapolis in two days. That means we've got two days to find that signed contract and if we're lucky, the gold watch and diamond wedding ring that goddamned broad yanked off his finger." Milton snorted and picked up his cigar butt, absentmindedly studying it. "Can you believe that? We try to do the man a favor ... one of our best clients ... get him laid with a good lookin' broad, pay for his dinner, drinks at the club, and the goddamned whore rips him off."
"Holy shit!" sighed Sam. "After this we can sure as hell wipe him off our list of clients. You have any idea how much that whorin' bitch cost us in business?" The vice president sat up straight in his chair. "Five hundred grand, minimum. You believe that?" He slammed his fist into the resilient leather and stared out the window over the city's skyline. "There's only one thing to do, Milton. We gotta find that contract and the only person who could have it is the manager. I sure as hell think he's the one we're after. He sure as hell's gotta be the one makin' the bucks off those bitches."
Milton pooched out his lips and added. "You're right, Sam. If we don't find that contract before Harvey does, you know what will happen? He'll take it to his lawyer and say he wants to breach it, and then we're out five hundred grand. Just like that!" He snapped his fingers.
"That means we're all gonna have to pull in our belt. Christ, we'd have to lay off half the plant. Our inventory is already fifteen times the demand. When taxes come due, we're gonna be in a real bind."
Milton pulled himself out of his reverie. "Okay, here's the plan. We go to this guy ... you know, the manager ... what's his name?
"Mike Carmichael. I had my secretary check it out today."
"Yeah ... we go to his house and tell him we know what's goin' on with his girls down at the club. Christ, if the press ever found out about this they'd rip that place apart. They'd be out of business in two months ... Then we tell him we'll give him two days to come up with Harvey's stuff." Milton counted out on his fingers: "The contract, the watch, and the wedding ring. If he can't come up with it, we're goin' to the press first, then the police. They might be able to buy off the cops, but nobody tells the press what to report." He leaned over the desk to stare his vice president in the eye, his paunchy stomach rolling over the edge of the desk. "You read that article in last week's editorial section? Why they as much as came out and said the Countrymen's Club was falling' fast. Accused 'em of panderin' and dope peddling. Any reporter would give his right nut to bust into a story like that. The Washington Post would offer 'im a job in two seconds flat.
Sam sat silently, his eyes narrowed in concentration, nodding his head to each of his boss's allegations. "That's right, Milt. We got 'em. Now all we need is that contract and we'll make ourselves a buck." He smiled crookedly.
"Hey, hey!" Milton Berry straightened and leaned back in his chair, then put his feet to rest on the corner of his massive desk. "Smart thinkin', Sam. I hadn't thought of that."
* * *
In the dimly lit living room of her own home, Jackie threw down the magazine she'd been struggling to concentrate on for the past hour, and looked at the coockoo clock. Already the dinner sat dried up and overdone on the stove; obviously Mike had no plans for coming home for dinner. Another late night at the club.
Well, damn it, there was no use putting it off any longer. If she had a choice, she would have rather practiced on her husband, but if she didn't try soon, she might loose her courage and renege on her promise to herself to suck her husband's penis and enjoy it.
She went to her lingerie drawer and got the black box and opened it. It appeared terribly big, but she knew it was almost the same size as an erect cock. She took it out and stared at it, admiring the techniques of modern industry that could ever make anything look so life-like. Nine inches long, almost as thick as her clenched fist, which itself could not close around Mike's erect cock, it had heavy, heavy sperm-filled balls at the base. She went to the bathroom and filled the rubbery cock with very warm water, so it was the same temperature as Mike's body when they were making love. Then into the balls hanging below, she poured warm milk.
Feeling a strange admixture of anticipation and shame, she returned to the living room and shed off her robe. She lay back on the sofa and began to caress her nakedly stripped body, first with her fingers alone, probing, taunting the tip of her slowly rising clitoris, then with the hot, barely-yielding hardness of the dildo. With her left hand she began to pinch her nipples as she rubbed the head of the rubbery cock across the guardian hairs of her expectantly pulsing cunt. Then she slowly worked the huge head into her passage, working it in slowly, going a tiny fraction of an inch deeper with each stroke, until it seemed to be filling her belly and the heavy balls were jammed tightly into the nakedly exposed crevice of her buttocks. Then, yielding completely, she began to fuck herself in and out with it, each stroke driving to the full depth, feeling the base smack hard against her clitoris. Her breathing increased heavily with the speed of her self-fucking, and she cried out obscenities as she drew all but the tip out and then plunged the entire huge shaft brutally back into her desperately straining pussy hole again and again.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck! Oh, God, I'm fucking myself crazy!!!!" Jackie screamed as the cumming surged through her and she thrashed and bucked wildly for a long time before she was too weak to continue.
She lay back on the sofa, slowly easing the massive instrument from her warmly palpitating cuntal passage, sensing with her nostrils her strong sexual musk in the room. She held it close to her eyes and studied the shiny slickness of it. She brought it to her lips and began to lick her own juices from the length of the shaft, breathing deeply, imagining that the musty, heavy-sweetness was the love dew she had gorged on so freely between her therapist's legs-not so long ago.
Then she slid off the couch to a kneeling position down on the rug and began the part that was still difficult for her-taking the thing in her mouth. Holding it with two fingers of her right hand, she placed the base on a cushion of the sofa, at just about the height it would be if Mike were sprawled out beneath her, waiting, and this was really his magnificently hardened cock. She tried to imagine his young, lean, hard-muscled, driving body attacked to it, and closed her eyes to bring on the vision more clearly.
When it was fixed in her mind, she began to lick at the swollen head, circling it with her tongue, kissing it. Then she licked the full length of the dildo, around the heated balls, taking each into her mouth and laving it with her tongue, and then slowly retraced her course. The image was still strong in her mind, and with her hand she jerked the instrument toward her lips, as Mike would jerk his hips excitably beneath her hotly enclosing lips.
Finally, wetting her lips, she slid them tightly down over the head and worked it into her mouth, absorbing as much as she could, sucking gently, then harder, teasing it gently, then nipping it in soft little love bites, imagining his reaction. It no longer felt like the intruder in her mouth that it had been the first few times. Bobbing her head deeper and harder with each stroke, she was able to take it all the way to her tonsils without gagging. She set a steady rhythm dipping-rising-tonguingsucking rhythm, imagining Mike responding with his own gyrations, and the feel of his hands cupping the sides of her head, pressing it down further on the lust-engorged prick, and she felt a tingle deep in her loins.
She knew she was starting to cum back betwen her thighs again and working her lips more eagerly. She had not believed Liza at first when the therapist told her it was possible to cum with no stimulation other than a man's cock to suck, but it must be true, because she was ready to cum with just a sensuously formed piece of rubber and plastic.
She panted and slobbered and worked on the artificial prick until the tiny volcano that was building inside her erupted deep in her belly and then, head wildly bobbing, she sucked voraciously and squeezed the heavy testicles.
Jets of thick white cream spurted into her mouth, hot and slick and she squeezed the testicles in repeated frenzy, drawing on the jetting bulbous head, gulping the whitish, sticky mixture down as she would devour her young husband, Mike's, cum when the time finally arrived that she could do this with him instead of an unfeeling piece of rubber.
She formed her lips into a tightly locked "O" around the slickened shaft. Her cheeks bulged with the volume of the load which gushed into her mouth and in a last effort, she managed to drive the full length of the monstrous fake prick into the depths of her throat without gagging, and keep sucking it hungrily and desperately until nothing more came from the tip. Inch by inch she eased it from her tightly clasping lips, trying not to lose a drop of the delicious fluid she had sucked from it, just as she would, some night when Mike's real, rampant, alive cock was fucking her lust-heavy mouth of this miserable substitute.
Jackie managed to do what she wanted to do and knelt, nakedly on all fours still swallowing, kissing and licking the head of the thing which gave her pleasure, though she was loathe to admit it. She was totally aware of the lewdly grinning man who had been peeking through the front window of the living room. He stood there for a few obscene moments and then, trying the door and finding it open, slipped in unannounced. Finally he spoke:
"That was really something, honey. What's the matter, isn't your husband home often enough to give it to 'ya?"
With a startled half-scream, Jackie half-rose from her knees, then stumbled and fell to the carpet, the dripping obscenity of the cream-emptied dildo almost tumbling from her hands. "It ... my therapist told me to ... to practice ... with this." She let the lifeless instrument drop from her hands onto the floor.
In the doorway of the room stood the imposing hulk of Milton Berry. Now he was unzipping his fly, drawing out his already erectly throbbing cock that was fully as large as the one Jackie had just finished sucking. "If your husband isn't home, what you say you and me go into the bedroom for a little party. Don't seem right a beautiful girl like you should have to get yourself all worked up over that hunk of plastic." He stared down at the floor where the obscene huge rubber dildo, still assuming its erected shape, lay like a castrated genital.
"Who ... are you? What are you ... doing in my house?" she burst out, suddenly unconcerned about her nakedness.
"I'm a friend of your husbands. Shall we say we've done business together," the man said, and stroked the slowly growing shaft of his penis. "In fact I stopped by to see if he could do me a favor, but I never expected him to put himself out like this."
Jackie went rigid. "If Mike found you in his house, he'd call the cops."
"Your husband is in positon to call the cops on anybody, honey."
"He'd kill you then!"
"I doubt it. Mike would more likely kill you if he found out what his wife does while he's down at the club."
"My husband wouldn't believe a creep like you!" she spat.
"Oh yeah? Well, funny thing, honey. I had my photographer take a few shots of you while you were down on that thing." He pointed to the floor.
He picked up his jacket, fished two photographs from a pocket and shoved them in front of the terrified girl's face. She tried to look away but she couldn't. Obviously taken through the slit in the curtains of the living room, with nothing but the available light in the room, they were close-ups of her kissing and licking and sucking and wildly devouring the dildo. Worse, they didn't show it to be a dildo-anyone who saw them would easily believe it was a man's prick in her fist that she was going wild sucking on.
"Oh, my God!" Jackied whispered. Tears welled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She looked up at the fat man, naked now except for his socks and shoes, who stood before her, his cock a rampant, rigid pole that swayed terrifyingly close to her trembling lips. "Please, I'll give you money, anything! Just don't tell Mike. I wouldn't do any good to hurt him like that."
"Baby, I've got more money than you've ever seen. I don't want bucks ... I want head."
Jackie flushed. "You mean you want me to do that to you?"
"That's right, doll. He grabbed the photos from her hand. "Otherwise Mikey baby is gonna be mighty upset when he sees these photos. Ain't gonna do anything for his reputation when we turn them over to his boss. I know Herbie would be damned mad if he found out his manager was whoring his wife on the side."
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me and see. Now get down on those knees and start suckin!" he blurted imperiously. He shook the huge staff at her. "Come on, crawl over here and wrap those pretty little lips around it."
"No! NO!" Jackie protested.
He reached out, caught her by the hair and neck and twisted her down to her knees in front of him, paying no attention to her sudden cry of pain.
"Start sucking!" he laughed. "Honey, I'm gonna love this, and I think you're gonna love it to. I can spot a whore a mile away, and baby you've got the act down. Now suck it!"
"No...."
Again she tried to break from the powerful hold he had on the mass of her yellow hair, but his fingers were expert at holding. He kept his grip on her hair and worked his thumb into the nerve center below her left ear, almost paralyzing her. She felt the strength draining form her, and her knees were turning to jelly as the pain shot through her slender, nakedly trembling body. With his free hand, he held his massive, iron-hard cock. He began to rub it against the hot, silken skin of her face, across the cheeks over her eyes. The immense, bulbous, blood-swollen head was strangely soft and not unpleasant as it caressed her skin-a contrast to the unyielding hardness of the unbelievable length of his shaft.
Then he was rubbing the wetly moistened tip across her tightly compressed lips, the lips that only minutes before had been ravenously clamped around the imitation cock, sucking it, engulfing it, swelling with passion as she had swallowed in a wild fantasy. Jackie remembered how it had been, driving her head up and down the staff with complete abandon and wantonness.
And now the real thing was confronting her and she was recoiling from it, revolted by the man who wanted to fill her mouth, sickened by foulness of him that she knew more by instinct than by fact. Now the hotly burning cock of this unidentified man was rubbing slickly across her lips, pressing for entry to the hot, wet vault of her mouth. Not for a moment did the man relent. He was saying nothing now, just working his obscenely growing hardness against her velvet-soft lips, holding her head in his strong hand easily, making it impossible for her to move.
"Hey, you really don't want to suck it," he said after a long moment of trying to pry her lips apart. "You got guts girl, I kinda like that. Tell you what. You don't have to suck it, just lick it a little, and then you can jerk me off, you know, a hand job. Like the girls down at the club do. I'm not gonna tell anybody, and you sure as hell aren't, so why don't we just have a little fun. Huh?"
He released most of the pressure, but still kept his fingers knotted in the silken, disheveled mass of her blonde hair, and tilted her head up til she had to look deep into his blue eyes. She tried to read into them what she wanted to see-the belief that she would get off this lightly, not have to suck him as she had practiced earlier.
She hoped he would not force her farther, because there was a faint stirring in her loins, and the faint taste of his pre-cum was on her already-bruised and violated lips, and there was something about it which strangely, perhaps masochistically, made Jackie want to taste more.
"When she spoke, it was in a choked whisper. "W-What must I do?"
"Just kiss and lick the head of it, run your tongue around. Play with my balls while you're doing it, and make your lips soft. Pump it a little. I won't play any tricks on you. When I'm ready to come, you'll know it. Then you just use your hand and let me cum on your tits. Okay?"
"That's all?" She said without hope.
He released her then, Jackie shut her eyes tightly for a moment then took the full length of his hardness in her right hand and cradled his heavy, sperm-laden balls in her left. She stroked his spear of flesh, and finally opened her eyes barely enough to see what she was doing. The bulbous, purple-hued head beckoned. She took a deep breath and kissed it, leaving her lips lazy, relaxed, allowing them to conform to its contours. Surprisingly, she found it was not unpleasant-much more pleasant, in fact, than contacting the sterile aritifical flesh of the dildo on which she had practicied for so long.
"Lick it, Let me feel that sweet little tongue curling around it," the man said hoarsely.
Obediently, her tongue snaked out and wrapped around the excitedly bulging head. It moved as if it had been trained , for hours and days and months....
"Beautiful, oh, beautiful," the big man said, "Let me feel your lips too. Get them around the head ... just the end of my cock.
Jackie found herself wanting to comply. Without stopping the swirling movements of her tongue, she let her mouth oval open a bit wider, until the velvet fullness of her lips encompassed the hot, satiny mass. Involuntarily she compressed them around it and sucked for a moment.
It was so much better than the dildo ... she wished with all her heart it could have been her husband. Heavily, she felt the pulsing of blood through the rigid instrument as she slavered and caught the head tight and began to slowly rotate her head. She was surprised to discover the man was keeping his promise-he was not forcing her or threatening her now.
Then his fingers did find her hair, but lightly, in a way that was a caress, almost a love-gesture. He drew it high over her head and let it tumble back down, over her head and face like a waterfall, and then finally one hand cupped gently behind her head, holding it as he eased himself forward a few inches. The motion slid his cock a little deeper into her wetly, working lips, but she did not resist. Instead, she found herself cooperating, letting her warmly enclosing mouth open wider, beginning to suck while her tongue wrapped itself around the desire-hardened flesh in a wild, abandoned swirling motion.
"Oh, beautiful, soft-mouth girl," the man said in a ragged voice. "I didn't mean to force you to do it ... I just wanted you to lick my cock so much. Suck ... suck ... suck it all the way, honey. Work it deep...."
The words came to her dimly, and she was not about to be carried away to the point of believing the stranger. Her own husband had said sweeter words many times, trying to get her to do just this thing, and she had rejected them and him ... a man, any man, would say anything necessary to get what he wanted from a woman.
But, Jackie knew, unfortunately Mike had not forced her, as this man was forcing her, driving her into another new awareness of her capabilities as a woman-and she had gone this far, what more was there to lose. She knew she could take the full length of his cock back in her throat because she had taken the dildo. And when he came in her mouth as he was sure to do, the spurting would be no less violent than it had with the dildo.
Admittedly, she could not control it. When the man filled her mouth with his lewdly spurting cum, it would be a gushing that she would have to accommodate as best she could. If her mother could do it, so could she! She hoped only that, when the moment came, he would still leave her head free, let her take it as it came, rather than holding her face in a grip in his big hands and fucking uncaringly into her mouth.
"Ummmmm-m-m-m-m...." she acknowledged, not relinquishing the lustfully throbbing prick from between her lips.
She began to rotate her head, keeping her lips soft over the ridge of her teeth, feeling the thick hardness of the cock sliding slipperily around in her mouth. She worked her head down until the huge rubbery head was pressing hard against the back of her mouth, then lunged wildly forward onto the remaining length, feeling it pop by her tonsils and bury itself deep in her tightly constricted throat.
Then her sensuously flairing nostrils were pressed hard into the curling forest of his pubic hair, and almost gagging, she began to suck wildly at the entire length of the fleshy hardness that was imbedded to its full depth in her throat and she knew there was one thing much better than a dildo-a human cock!
This was a man-a man who would fill her mouth and belly with his real male cum! Just as men had done to her mother.
He was no better than a rutting animal, raping her lips this way, and she was no better than her mother for letting him do it!
And if she had been a proper woman, she would have done this for her own husband long ago.
She sucked with animal abandon and began to drive her avidly working lips up and down the throbbing prick hungrily, insatiable as an animal too long starved. Her mouth slurped and between each wild gulping she made a gasping "aah! ahh! aah!" sound as her teeth raked the staff lightly, in greedily driven nibbles. Vaguely, she was aware that her knees were becoming sore, the muscles of her neck tiring as her head bobbed wildly up and down. Her fingers of their own volition found their way into the crease of his nakedly grinding buttocks, then to the tight little circle of his asshole. He shifted and spread his legs lightly as she slowly, almost expertly worked her middle finger up into the tiny rubbery hole.
"God-damn. When you get to it, you can really suck cock baby!" he gasped. "Your husband is a lucky man."
"Ummmmm-m-m-m...." she responded, increasing the pace of her sucking. A great fire was welling up deep in her cunt below, and with part of her mind, she wondered if it was possible, the thing that Liza had told her-that a girl could cum just having a man's cock in her mouth. Well, she'd soon know. Something was happening. "Ummmmmm ... ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh-h-h-h!" Oh God! She was cumming as though a wildly exploding comet were ricocheting around deep up inside her crazily churning belly!
"Oh, damn! I'm cumming! Jesus, you sweet cocksucking little cunt! I'm gonna cum all over your tonsils! Cum! Oh, just keep eating."
His hands went to her wildly-gyrating head, pulling it to him. Jackie eagerly allowed her mouth to be guided. Her cheeks suctioned madly at the first hot, white, steaming semen jetted into her throat. It came in a flood that nearly choked her, but it was more wildly delicious than anything she had imagined, even the dew of her therapist, Liza's cunt that she had thought would be the sweetest thing she would ever taste. Her mouth and throat were filling with this new, strange, lovely fluid, and she gulped it down convulsively while his fingers tangled in her hair and his spurting cock fucked without control into the eager, hot, wet cavern of her mouth. She made a tight, rigidly locked ring of her lips, not wanting a drop to escape, and held onto his pummeling buttocks wildly, ramming her finger deeply up into his ass, searching for the gland that would send more and more and more of his cum gushing hotly between her greedily sucking lips.
Finally, there was no more and his cock was growing soft in her mouth and she licked it furiously with her tongue, savoring every tiny glistening drop. When there was no more she leaned her face forward into his satiated genitals and pubic hair, hugging his hips, sobbing softly. She'd done it.
But it was terrible, she thought. Not terrible that she had sucked him to orgasm and swallowed his sperm, or even that she had cum herself. But she had wanted to do it, and that desire was sinful, just as her mother's desire had been sinful. She had denied her husband the very thing she had given to a stranger!
Now that it was finished, she was relieved, because she was more of a woman. Too much more, she thought as she clung to him, still trembling and feeling a strange want in her body, the overpowering urge to do it again-suck all night, learn all the delicious ways to do this new thing. Rubbing her face on the hardness of his belly, she took his emptied balls in her fingers and weighed them, squeezing gently. Then her mouth sought the flaccid, still-dripping cock and she began to lick hungrily at it, attempting to bring it to life once more, and make it grow huge and hot and explode again and again deep in her throat.
He let her suck for several minutes before gently pushing her head away. "Sorry, girl. There's just no more there yet. Just wait a bit and I'll have another belly full."
"What-what do you mean?" she whispered, still on her knees, tilting her head up slowly, her tongue licking the taste of him from her sperm-glistening lips.
"Got a friend outside. He's my photographer," guffawed Milton Berry. "As a matter-of-fact, he should be just about out of film by now."
"Oh, you bastard!" Jackie gasped, her head tossing, face reddening. She should have known better.
"Hell, you've been cryin' for it! Doesn't your husband take care of you, or does he get all the ass he can handle down at the club? Those little bitches down there are probably giving him a blow job right now."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Jackie, rising. "My husband has been truthful to me. He has no interest in other women!"
Milton merely laughed. "Are you kiddin' me, lady? Shit, every time he turns around there's some waitress rubbin' his thigh." And then it struck the president of Bettel Corp, that maybe this wife really didn't know what was going on down at the Countryman's Club. That was a bit of information he should stick under his hat and put to better use later. He changed the subject: "Don't bother gettin' up, honey. I'll let him in."
Still naked except for his socks and shoes, the blubbery man went to the door, opened it and called to the man waiting outside. Sam slipped into the house, bolting the door behind him. There was a wide beaming grin on his face. Up in front of his pants was an unmistakable hardness, pulsing excitedly as he looked at the nakedly weeping girl.
"Jesus Christ, Milt. We got ourselves a lovely! She one of the pussies down at the club?" he asked admiringly.
Milton shook his head. "Naw, just his wife."
"You ... you mean to tell me you were taking pictures of me and ... him?" She pointed at the fat man hovering above her.
"That's right, baby. Every last drop." Sam smacked his lips.
""Nouth of this sweet talkin', let's get fuckin'! chuckled Milt, grabbing Jackie's arm and marching her through the house, down the carpeted hallway. She knew what was coming, and she tried to refuse doing it in her husband's own bed, but finally capitulated. She had no choice.
With the door closed, Sam quickly shed his clothes. He was a tall, lean man, well-muscled, with light greying hair. His uncircumcised prick stood out straight from his hips, swaying as he came to her and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing until she winced with pain and cried out. Then a hand dropped to the triangle of her pubic hair, probing it, fingers slipping easily into the depths of her excitedly moistened cunt, rubbing the rising bud of her clitoris. He waited until her body thrust back at his hand of its own accord, then led her sobbing to the bed.
"Suppose I lay bath and you give me a good tongue bath, honey. Been a long time since I've had a woman so willing," he said.
She knew what he wanted. That much she had done with Mike-or almost that much, many times. She looked toward Milt, hoping he would have the decency to leave them alone and not watch her shame and humiliation, but he showed no sign of any intention to leave. He had settled in an overstuffed chair, was lighting a cigar while he waited for the show she was forced to put on to begin. Tears trickling wetly down her face, Jackie knelt on the bed at the man's side. She bent over him, began to kiss and lick around his eyes and mouth and ears. She did not resist, could not resist, as he took one of her hands and put it on the length of his throbbing, hugely-erect prick. She stroked it slowly, lightly, as her mouth continued its wetly licking journey. She knew she had to please him beyond all expectation or her life with her husband was over ... one look at those photos and she was as good as divorced!
Her tongue flicked wildly over his flesh, probing deep into his ear, then moving downward across the muscular chest, sought the nipples. She nibbled as she sucked on them, her mind made up now to become the whore they thought she was, and Sam sighed in contentment and his hands moved over her body, bringing a strange, masochistic tingle of excitement to her. Seeing the rising bulk of his prick, she forgot Milt was watching them, her own excitement rising at the helplessness of her position. Her tongue and lips got bolder, and she licked at the slightly perspiring flesh with increasing eagerness, squeezing the lust-hardened cock tightly in her fingers.
Then her head bobbed low, mouth opened wide, seeking the bulbous head that was now slowly seeping lubricating fluid from the tiny thin slit in the tip.
"Not yet," Sam said, restraining her head with his palm on her forehead. "Lick up the inside of my legs and wash my cock up and down with your tongue. Ummmm, yeah, baby. That's nice," he grinned as she began to follow his commands.
Jackie's face sought the space between his widely-spread legs. She used her tongue eagerly, sliding the flat of it over his hary skin, nuzzling it hungrily, breathing the man-scent of him deep through her flaring nostrils. She could not reach him the way she wanted to, kneeling at his side, so she crawled over his legs and bent low between them as he drew them eagerly back so that his knees pressed into his chest.
"Ummmmm...." she muttered at the obscene sight before her, licking her tongue into the crevice of his ass, parting the cheeks and licking hungrily at the tiny raised circle of his anus. "Ummmm...." she moaned deep in her throat from the rising excitement.
"You love that, don't you?" he asked.
"I-love it," she gasped, helpless now to control her unleashed passion.
She took his cock in her hand and then slowly, gently drew his balls into her mouth and sucked lightly, running her tongue over them as his hips began to rise and fall with his mounting excitement. Then the tip of her tongue fluttered up and down the length of the hotly pulsing prick, wetting it thoroughly. She tilted it toward her and began to lick all over the huge, bulbous head, running her tongue under the loose foreskin, circling the base of the head teasingly as though she had done this thousands of times before. She heard him groan, and felt the pressure of his hand with her soft, moistly sucking lips and rotated it a little in, then letting it almost slip from the skilled lips before capturing it again with a slurring wet sucking sound.
"Okay, gulp it down, honey," he said.
Eagerly, Jackie plunged her head down the full length of it, tongue swirling, cheeks drawing in as she sucked deeply. She buried the heavily throbbing prick in her salivating mouth all the way down to the base, feeling it work by her tonsils, almost gagging but controlling her throat muscles, loving the feel of it deep in there.
"Aah! Aah! Aah!" she gasped each time her head came up. She breathed through her nose, keeping the sucking lips clasped tightly around their prey. Her tongue and mouth and lips worked together on the heavily pulsing hardness and she squeezed his balls, wanting to make him cum, squirt his load of semen deep into her belly the way Milt had done.
"Not so quick, honey. Make it last for both of us," he cautioned.
Slowly she raised her head, letting the glistening length of his prick slide momentarily from her expertly working mouth. She licked her lips and nodded. She, too, didn't want it to end quickly. She breathed deeply for a minute, the firm cones of her breasts rising and falling, and she combed her hair back with her fingers. Then, when she thought he'd had time to subside, she bent over him again and this time she used her mouth slowly, barely sucking, just letting the massiveness of him fill the hot moist cavern between her facial cheeks, getting him hard again and keeping him there. Her jaw began to tire slightly, but she didn't mind. She wanted to see if she could make herself cum hard this way. She worked on him, eyes closed now, imagining everything erotic she had ever seen or heard of. The deeper he went into her throat, the .more it turned her on. She absorbed the prick to the base and began to work it around deeper in her throat, letting it slide slipperily over her softly giving palate. She felt the fire beginning to burn deep in her loins, and slowly increased the speed of her greedily sucking mouth.
It was like stirring a furnace with a poker of flesh. The sensation spread like boiling lava through her suddenly hotly exploding belly. Sher jerked her head away momentarily, gasping words.
"I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cummiinng!"
Then she closed her mouth down over his cock again, sucking madly, working her head while her fingers wormed deeply up in his anus and the explosion began. She wanted to cry out, but to do that she would have had to take the wild, sweet cock from between her lips, so she expressed herself with wild twitchings and writhings of her body that went on and on and on....
The wave passed, leaving her weak, his prick still deep in her mouth, still hard, still undrained. She lay immobile while the incredible sensation of cumming diminished, then began to suck him in earnest again.
Suddenly she became aware that Milt was no longer in the chair. He was on the bed behind her, kneeling, his cock ready and hard again.
"Raise your ass up a little more, Mrs. Carmichael," he said harshly. "Don't stop sucking ... getting fucked from behind while you're sucking cock will turn you on even more."
She had neither the will nor desire to resist.
Instinctively, she kneeled up higher to expose her naked buttocks more readily to him and reached back and found the rigid shaft of his cock and guided it to the moistly throbbing lips of her cunt. She bucked back as the hugely pulsating head parted the thinly curling strands of her pubic hair and slithered wetly up inside. Milt poised his body, then, gripping her by the sensously twisting curves of her hips, drove his cock to its fullest depth in her helplessly upturned cunt, filling her as she had never been filled before. She gasped and twitched the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass back at his pelvis, beginning to rotate them, trying to get the magnificent hardness of his cock up inside her belly, if possible.
Her mouth still deeply filled, seh began to fuck the two men with both ends of her body, as Milt's fingers slid under her belly and found the dampened little bud of her clitoris and squeezed demandingly, rubbing, driving her wild. She slid her lips up on the rigidly throbbing cock in her mouth until only the hot, slick head remained within her lips, then began to suck and lick at it like an oversized banana in a hungry child's mouth.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she gasped, humping her ass back wildly at the driving cock in her cunt while she slobbered and slaved over the one between her hungrily demanding lips, lashing it wildly with her tongue, sucking, nibbling. "Fuck ... fuck ME!"....
Ten minutes later they were dressed and gone. Jackie pulled a robe around her and quickly set the house straight, removing all evidence that they had been there. Then she turned out the lights and slid into bed. She knew it was her imagination, but she could smell the heavy musky scent of cum all over the place, theirs and hers, mixed and mingled together in a lewd reminder of the obscene adultery she had committed for the first time in her life with Mike.
... But was it the first time for Mike? That's what bothered her as she slid into bed and lay in the dark. Had her failure to satisfy him sexually made him look for other women to satisfy that most basic of human needs?
CHAPTER FIVE
Jackie didn't hear her husband slip into bed that night, but she did have a vague stirring of suspicion when, just before sunrise, she snuggled up close to his sweet smelling body and let her hand trail down to the vee of his legs. Caressingly, her warm palm closed around his soft penis. Her eyes flew open like shudders-it was soft, but damp, too. So the men were right! Mike had been making love to someone down at the club.
There was to be no more sleep for Jackie that day. Her frustration at being unable to arouse her satiated husband was in itself enough to assure this. She drew the covers down and gazed at the limp curve of his flaccid cock which responded to nothing she could do with her hand. She wanted to slide down on the bed and draw it into her salivating mouth, work on it until it was long and thick and hard as she knew it could be, practice her new-found delicious skill.
But that was the last thing she wanted to do. She loved Mike, that was undebated. She'd married him knowing his job involved much contact with women, very beautiful women who enjoyed nothing better than showing off their bodies. Never had she suspected him of actually making love to any of those waitresses and dancers. Though she had never pressed him for the truth, she had suspected Mike of having an affair with Mona, whose job it was to keep the girls in line. It seemed almost natural: they worked together, had for the past three years; they had the same objective in their work, and Mona reeked of sex, though Jackie was loathe to admit it. Could Mike have been that frustrated? Would he willingly trade a night in bed with his wife, for the cheap thrills of Mona's lewd company?
Jackie did some fast soul searching in those early morning hours. She licked her swollen lips with her warm tongue, a slow smile awakening on her face as the lingering taste of male semen came to life from the moisture of her tongue. It was reminder enough of last night's orgy. Good God, she thought, sitting up bolt upright in bed. I'm no less adulterous for letting two strange men into my house and letting them have their ways with me! At least Mike had the decency to have his affair away from home. Was this what being sexually open meant? Having affairs on the side with no motive other than pure pleasure ... Tasting a stranger's cum in your mouth the next morning and not knowing his name ... Waking up in the morning and wanting to suck your husband into wakeful consciousness? If that was indeed the truth, she was an infant again! She was as innocent and morally unscathed as a two year old baby. Suddenly, Jackie felt a great sense of relief. There was no guilt, no shame at having made love to two strange men who'd come into her house under the guise of wanting to speak with her husband. No remorse, only gratitude for a lesson in loosening inhibitions and fears. Maybe, if she could learn more about sex, she could please Mike so that he wouldn't have to look for satisfaction away from home.
By upbringing and her own nature she was a shy, reserved human being. She had been raised in a quiet, up-state New York town where everyone knew the affairs of everyone else. There were no secrets, no excuses. You lived your life, made mistakes, and paid for those mistakes, but everyone was equal. No one was above question. And that's the way she chose to carry on her marriage, too. Honestly, accepting the responsibility for her actions and making the best of her mistakes.
It had been her mistake not to open herself to the idea or oral lovemaking, and it had been her fault that Mike had to go elsewhere for it. Then, too, there was the matter of the unaccounted for $50 a week she'd been spending. Mike had been kind enough to not question her, but $200 a month was a lot to pay for learning to do something that should have come naturally.
Armed with these resolutions and feeling a great relief at what could have amounted to a monotonous pain of guilt over her actions the night before, she let her hand slip down to the warm cave under the covers and search for the softness of Mike's flaccid penis.
He woke up this time. With a deep rattle in his throat, he didn't open his eyes; instead, he instinctively rolled over on his back, his eyelids fluttering under the temptation to open his eyes, and fumbled with the lace yoke of Jackie's nightgown pulling it down to expose her warm breasts.
She felt his hands cupping her breasts, sliding down her flanks, closing on the softly curved melons of her buttocks as he probed under her sleep-warm body. He flipped off the covers and slipped to his knees before she had time to kiss him on the lips. His arms went around her, drawing her close. His mouth trailed over the swell of her belly, as he held up her pale pink nightie with one hand. His tongue flicked around the triangle of softly growing pubic hair, sending shivers of delight through her young body. Its tip drove toward the pulsing pink slit and unconsciously she shifted, parting her legs as his hot breath caused the outer lips of her cunt to swell in anticipation. Then, abruptly, he said, "I'm going to lick you down there, Jackie." She sensed an air of impatient need in his voice but this time she wouldn't deny him.
Unprotesting, she allowed herself to be pulled down prone on the bed. She hoped that none of the scent which the two strangers had left remained, then rationalized that any odors that might be there, her husband would attribute to himself and the musk he'd carried home from Mona. He pressed her back and began kissing her, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked and drew on it and her hand went to his thickening prick, stroking it lightly, deftly, playing with the loose foreskin, feeling the velvet surface of the blood-engorged head and the drop of moisture that was forming at the little mouth in its tip. She sighed and undulated her body as his fingers found the moistening lips of her pussy and parted them, seeking the clitoris.
Then his avidly nibbling mouth was moving, closing on first one bare breast and then the other, while his tongue swirled at the rising nipples and his teeth nibbled their tenderly. Her legs closed tight on his probing hand, squeezing in passion and the darkening lips of her cunt began pulsing, opening to the skilled invasion of his fingers.
"Uuuuh ... uuuhhh!!" She thrust up against him, hands tangling in his hair as his head moved slowly downward over her body. "Oooh ... yesss!"
Her legs parted wide, offering him a feast of her nakedly exposed cunt. He hesitated, unable to believe this was happening. Then he moved, kneeling between her sweat-damp thighs, his moist mouth moving up her most sensitive flesh, the tip of his tongue tracing tiny circles on it as with his thumbs he pressed outward and parted the thinly hair-lined lips Of her pussy and stared at the pink, wetly pulsating inner walls.
She could stand the sensation no longer. With a soft cry, she captured his head in her hands and drew it downward as her pelivs surged up to the descending mouth. The flat of his tongue licked hotly at her inner cuntal lips, and then it swirled, snake-like, deep int the eagerly waiting passage and his lips fastened tightly to the moist naked flesh. His head rose and fell with the spasmodic undulations of her body as her thighs went tight around his face and she whimpered with passion. His tongue withdrew momentarily from her tightly clenching cunt and sought then the tiny, erect bud of her clitoris and lashed it furiously and soft slurping sounds filled the room as he greedily Sucked the rising excited sexual juices which flowed freely from within her trembling body.
"Aaah ... aaahh! My Goddd!!!" Jackie gasped, rolling on the bed, alternately opening her legs wide, then clenching them fast to the rhythmically bobbing head of her husband as his skilled mouth brought her to a rising pitch of ecstasy. "Mmmike ... MIKE, oh God, MMMIIIKKE!"
Her fingers cupped his cum-slick face and she rubbed it over her cunt while his lips and tongue continued to tantalize her. She reached for his rock-hard cock, but couldn't get it in her hand. She was beginning to cum, reaching a high peak of lust, feeling herself flowing, knowing he was licking and sucking as fast as her young, wild body released its love-fluids. Her mind began drifting and she thought of Liza's oral lovemaking. It had been marvelous, and had taught her to accept, but this was different. This was a man, her man. She had to concede that Liza's mouth was more skilled, more gentle, but she had heard it was that way with a woman-that only a woman could really be exquisite with her tongue. A man, no matter how hard he tried, still had the distraction of his male cock waiting impatiently below.
And now, within minutes, it would be up to her to do something about her husband's rampant cock. As one final orgasm shook her, she felt herself being drained, knew that her time had come. She cried out, a long, trembling, wild sound, let her nakedly thrashing young body have its will as her husband's tongue drove her to a final wild peaking. Then she went limp, falling back on the bed, arms and legs sprawled wide. She was gasping, her lips working like a fish's mouth, as he crawled up beside her and took her in his hard-muscled arms. She began to kiss and lick her cum from his mouth and face.
"Oh, wow," he whispered. "I knew it could be that way. Didn't I try to tell you?"
"Oh, you were right, darling," she whispered. "It's fantastic She couldn't tell him his was not the first mouth that had touched her cunt.
She thought quickly. Now was the time to get it all out in the open, but in such a way as to maintain the sexual feelings running like a hot wire between them. She had to have an explanation, because what she had let him do was too out of character for the shy, blonde wife. It was too sudden a change. When Mike's passion had cooled, he would begin to think. She had to forestall that.
In that moment, she decided to gamble.
"I wanted to," she whispered, kissing him tenderly. "For a long time I wanted to. But I couldn't let myself. Then-" she looked him squarely in the eyes, "-I realized you were doing it with other women. That it was something you have to do. I was afraid of losing you. I finally talked to a woman. I could have gone to a male therapist, but I thought...."
"You what?"
"I took $50 out of the allowance you give me, and I went to a therapist-a sex therapist to talk about my problem. She told me I should learn to experience the joys of sex...."
Jackie lay there prone on the bed, her nightgown pulled up to her navel, her right breast hanging over the elastic casing of the lace yolk ... watching her husband's pupils dilate.
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Let me get this straight. You went to a sex therapist because you knew I was out making it with other chicks?"
"That's right ... And I don't feel bad about you doing that because obviously I wasn't satisfying you by just letting you fuck me. Anyway, Liza told me I should take you in the mouth and that I would love it."
"I like this therapist. What's her name?"
"Liza Tyrell ... she has a very nice office over on Jackson and third and...."
Mike supressed a chuckle. Christ, Liza Tyrell had really made it if she was off the streets teaching sex behind closed doors. Maybe she was getting old; that happens to whores faster than to anybody else. He told his wife nothing of what was going on in his mind. "Baby, I want to do it ... for us...." Jackie kissed him deeply on the mouth, sliding her tongue between his lips, and the pressure of her young, trembling body turned onto his back. Her hand closed on the rigid staff of his cock and began to pump it slowly, peeling the foreskin back. She could feel the stickiness of the cum which had seeped from it while he had been tongue-fucking her to orgasm. She bent over him, her lips soft and hot and wet, and began to kiss his body, sending hr tongue on a sensuous path over the hard muscle ridges of his chest and belly. She knelt by his hips and slowly lifted his cock. Then, lips quivering in lewdly rising excitement, she bent and kissed the swollen, glistening head. She heard him sigh and knew it would be all right.
Tentatively her tongue slid out, over the velvety roundness. She knew he was bigger than either of the two men. She licked slowly down the length of the staff to the base and then around the balls, enveloping them one at a time in the wet, warm cavern of her mouth, then moved upward, along the underside, her lips closing in little, wet kisses as the tip of her tongue teased hotly round the ridge at the base of the head and circled it until it glistened and she could taste the strong masculine flavor of him. His hands cupped her head, fingers tangling in the blonde, curling mass of her hair.
Her lips parted wide and closed on the lustfully throbbing tip and she sucked him wetly and warmly up inside over the ovaly contoured top of her hotly licking tongue.
"Aaahhh!" he whispered softly, all of the concerns of a hellish four days at work relieved now.
Tongue swirling, she drew his rampant cock deeper into her avidly working lips, lowering her head slowly, measuring it, loving the hot, throbbing length of it as it probed around in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. She sucked hard and drew back, tongue wrapping itself around the tumescently pulsating hardness. She shifted slightly, changing the angle of her head so as to absorb more of him, and began to run her head up and down in long, slowly deepening strokes, drawing deeply on her husband's wildly excited cock, meeting the involuntary undulations of his hips and pelvis that, with each movement, drove deeper into her mouth until the smooth rubbery head was pushing past her tonsils, deep into the warmly compressing confines of her throat. She started to gag, then caught herself and controlled the spasm. Finally, with one determined plunge of her head, seh had taken all of him. He was buried to the base of her mouth. She lay unmoving for a few minutes, adjusting to the foreign presence. Then, with a wild, twisting, bobbing, tongue-thrashing movement, she began to suck him eagerly. Little purring sounds came deep from her throat, and her fingers closed around the hairy sack of his semen-heavy balls. She worked her finger deep into the open crevice of his buttocks and probed the tight, circular little ring of his anus, feeling him tremble and hearing him cry out softly.
His hands were massaging her bobbing head, drawing on the curls of her hair. She had found the rhythm and with each stroke, she drew back until only the hotly pulsating head remained between her hungrily sucking lips, then dove forward, gulping all of him down while his hand parted her legs and played with her wetly dampened young
"I'm gonna cum, baby," he gasped.
She let his saliva glistening cock slide from her passion-heavy mouth and quickly slid up on the bed to kiss him wetly on the lips, letting him taste his own juices.
"Not yet," she whispered. "I feel like I can cum, too, if you hold off a little."
She was panting, short of breath. She knelt over him, slowly working his cock between her hands until she detected a slight softening, then bent to her task again. This time she confined herself to kissing and licking the heavily throbbing shaft for a long time, hardly taking it into her mouth, while she let her own sensations flow, felt the heat spreading through her belly and knew that she could make it with him. Then she engulfed the rigidly pulsating rod of flesh back in her mouth in earnest, tonguing and sucking furiously, twisting her head, feeling the length of it whip around the greedily gulping interior of her mouth until her husband was crying out raggedly, trying to hold down her wildly bobbing head while she drew on it ferociously and raked it with her tiny teeth. She began to tremble all over as her own orgasm began and she was savage, relentless in her sucking and tonguing until she felt it get even bigger and harder between her voraciously nibbling lips.
The quick, thick spurting of the heated white cum almost took her by surprise, and she had to swallow hard and fast to absorb it as the warm creamy jets of hot male liquid spilled wildly into her greedily sucking mouth. Her hand milked the spurting staff desperately and it was out-lined against the tightly compressed cheeks of her face as, after a long moment, the gushing ended and she felt it beginning to soften between her lips. Her head sank deep into his lap and she continued to suck and swallow it deep down in her belly until his balls were drained and there was no more he could give her.
Jackie sucked at the now soft, small cock until Mike drew her up on the bed to him. He kissed her deeply, drawing on her tongue and tasting the aftermath of his cum in her mouth, while her young body slowly came down from its peak, the tremors of her diminishing orgasm still making her breath come unevenly.
"Oh, my," he said finally. "What's the name of that woman therapist again? I think I want to thank her personally."
"Oh, no you don't!" teased Jackie. "You've got me, remember?"
"More of you than I ever had before," he sighed, satisfied. He reached for his cigarettes. "Smoke?"
"Yes-I think I will."
He lit two and handed her one. The lazy column of smoke swirled in the air and he balanced a big ashtray on his flat, hard-muscled stomach. His free hand moved slowly down to her still, passion-swollen pussy lips and fingered them lightly.
"So you've been seeing a therapist, right?"
"That's right. Any complaints?"
"Complaints? Shit! That was fantastic."
"Better than what you get down at the club?" she said without thinking.
Mike snickered noncomittally and took a long pull on his cigarette. "Yeah," he said at last.
Jackie was not too bothered that her husband had had other women frequently. She had known he was a randy guy when she married him. But she felt confident in knowing that all the women he had known and would know, she was the one he would come home to and really love. With the others it would be a physical thing. The fact that he had repeatedly refused to give up his low-paying job to sell dope and pander women, was proof enough. She was no strange to the goings on down at the club. Jackie had listened to her husband on the telephone too many times to know his involvement had been nothing other than straight. He had a job to do, and he did it, indulging only when necessary in the side benefits-like Mona, for instance. She knew that no woman, no matter how skilled and abandoned with her body, would take him away. So, what hurt was involved she had buried deep within her, resolving never to think of it or to make an issue of it.
And, with an honesty rare in a woman, she had admitted to herself that her previous reluctance in certain areas of sex had been her fault, not his. Certainly Mike had always been both a skillful and considerate lover. God knew he could have forced his cock into her mouth, as that stranger had done last night. But rather than do that to her, he had gone to other women he knew for this kind of relief. Well, she thought with a faint smile, I don't think he's going to go back to Mona. But if there was one thing, one quality about Mike that his blonde headed wife did not understand, it was double standard. He liked his women sultry and wanton, but his wife had to be prim and shy. That she refused to understand.
"Liza ... that's the name of my therapist...." Mike coughed to camouflage his chuckle, thinking how coincidental it was that his wife should pick out, from all the names in the phonebook, the one woman who'd taught his part-time girl friend to fuck in the ass! It was too preposterous for words.
"What's so funny?" asked Jackie, sitting up on her elbows.
"Nothin," he answered with a straight face.
"Do you even care to hear? I mean if it's not important we can talk about something else."
"No, please continue."
"She told me that what you wanted to do was natural-and that it could be very good for both of us. I didn't believe her at first, because of what my mother did to support us when we were kids and Daddy was killed in the war. I didn't think love made any difference, but she me that it was different with a man you love."
"But how did you learn so fast?"
Jackie drew in a lungful of smoke, buying time. Should she tell him? No. "She told me just how to do it," Jackie went on. "You know how to use my lips and tongue and sense what you would like me to do next. I thought about it a long time, and decided I would try." She stubbed out her cigarette and ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair. "And I guess it was just instinctive, that's all," she conceded with a hidden smirk.
"You're great with your mouth, baby," Mike conceded.
Yes, he thought. She sure as hell is. He said nothing. Instead, he puffed on the last drag of the cigarette and left his mind wander. He thought that Jackie had been more than a neophite at cocksucking. Christ, she was a goddamned expert! He knew from long experience of being around whores at the club that sucking a prick was an art which took a lot of learning in almost all cases. But Jackie's tongue had done its job to perfection. She had never let him feel the raking of her teeth, except as a light, momentary titillation. She had alternated deep sucking with gently letting his cock slip in and out of her tightly puckered lips, so as to bring him to the point of cumming and then keeping him there so long he was ready to cry out with the need for instant release, and then not draining him unil he had reached the ultimate peak and couldn't have held back another second.
Yes, she had been unbelievably good. He couldn't let his suspicious mind wander. Jackie broke his reverie for him.
"How are things goin' down at the club since that girl. What was her name ... Janet? ... was beaten up? Any idea who did it?" She rolled over onto her side, resting her head in the cup of her palm.
"Naw. No idea who got her." He paused long enough to stub out his cigarette and pick up the ashtray from its precariously balanced perch, and set it next to the clock on the bedside table. He slipped his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "I'm about ready to get out of the business, Jackie. I've just about had it."
"Yeah? How come?" Mike had always loved his work, loved it too much. Sometimes he wouldn't come home until three or four in morning, walking around the lushly furbished emptiness, dreaming of what he would do with the club if it belonged to him. No pandering, no dope dealing. It would take money and time and he had been saving.
"I'm tired of the whole goddamned mess." Mike shook his head and sighed exasperatedly. This whole business with Janet getting herself messed up is going to blow the lid off the kettle. I don't know, maybe it's a good thing."
"How's that?" asked Jackie, toying with a strand of hair, concentrating on her husband's concern.
"Mona suspects Janet was turning some tricks on her own and got busted with her hands too far above the belt. Seems she tried to rip him off of his watch and wedding ring. But it doesn't make any difference now if the press finds out about it and decides to sensationalize. The public's got a short memory and no patience. Once they get wind of what's going on in the club, they won't care if it had a damned good reputation for the past twenty years." His raspy voice revealed the tension, the strain of the past four days.
"What about if you were to catch the man who did it? Do you have any leads?" asked Jackie, sharing her husband's dilemma.
"Oh, hell. We have an idea what happened, but Christ, we can't call in any cops." He ran his strong fingers through his thick dark hair and stroked his forehead.
"Who?" Jackie flopped over on her stomach and pulled her nightie up to cover her bare breast.
"Mona found a card lying on the floor next to Janet. Seems the guy must have gotten drunk and made another date with her. Probably later found his ring and watch gone and followed her, then nailed her." Mike reached for the ashtray and his cigarettes, and pulled the sheet up to cover his naked stomach. "The business card was from a local place here-called Bettel Corporation. We'll hang onto it in case the cops come in."
"Mmm," purred Jackie, reaching out to remove the unlit cigarette from her husband's mouth "I think you need a hug."
Mike pulled his wife down to his chest, stroking her baby soft hair. "Youre' a hell of a woman, Then he thought of Mona and how different Jackie and Mona were: Mona, brassy and open sexually; Jackie, reserved and gentle. And Mona's suggestion came to mind. Sodomzing his wife was a sweet idea, but he had some strong doubts. So far as he knew, Jackie had no idea that such things happened between men and women. It had taken him much too long just to get his cock in her mouth and his tongue in her pussy, but from his own experience, he thought that every woman at least knew about oral love, even if they didn't do it. But getting buggered, well that was a whole new route, and he knew not too many of them went for it, except, possibly, as a far out change from their normal sex life. Even the whores down at the club would turn that trick, and then they charged extra.
CHAPTER SIX
Two hours later Milton Berry and his executive vice president, Sam Haggarty, sat sipping office-percolated coffee from styrofoam cups. The secretary slipped in unnoticed, set the morning's mail on the corner of the president's desk, next to his gold-plated name sign. Both men had had their backs to the silent intruder and turned in time to see her sleek black sheathed form disappear through the doorway. Fortunate too, for their conversation was not intended for virgin ears....
"You really think we got her, huh?" smirked Sam confidently. He shook his head and snickered. "Jesus, what a pair of lips that dame's got. Mike can't be too goddamned bright if he's leaving that hunk of dynamite home alone."
Milton slurped his coffee and, with a handkerchief from his breast pocket, dabbed at a spill that smeared, the plaid of his necktie. His double chin drooped over his starched shirt collar and his usual unctuous voice was muffled under the strain of his labor. "Yeah, she sure as hell knows how to give a guy a blow job." Milton's belly rose and fell with a deep chuckle. "With those photos she sure as hell isn't gonna think twice if we ask for more...."
Sam sat up straight, his smirk growing into a lewder grin. "What you got in mind, Milt?" He sat on the edge of his chair now.
"Just like I say. She's got the most beautiful ass I've seen in a hell of a long time, and I plan to get some before I'm too damned old to get it up anymore. Wanna go out with a bang, if you know what I mean." Milt refolded the soiled hankerchief, folding the stain inside, and stuffed it back into his pocket, and patted it flat.
"You mean you want to ... fuck her in the ass?" Sam sounded doubtful. "Jesus, maybe I'm gullible, but I believe her when she said she'd never sucked a cock before. So she did it, and was a damned good sport, too. But fucking her in the ass ... I don't know...."
"She'll fuckin' love it, I know those proud cunts." The president of Bettel Corporation took another slurp of his coffee, winced, and said, "What you say we give the little lady a call? Or are you man enough to take another whack at it?"
* * *
"No! Absolutely not! I will not see you or your friend again, and no, I didn't think you had the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," Jackie said sharply into the phone, and an involuntary twitching in her loins at the sound of Milton Berry's voice. "If you bother me anymore, I'm going to call my husband."
"No you won't, Mrs. Carmichael," Milt said confidently. "I only want to get everything clearly understood, pretty girl. We've made those photos into a film-so you know where you stand. His voice sounded scornful and incriminating. "You wouldn't want him to see them, now would you?"
"You bastard," spat the blonde haired wife, defiantly. It was not her habit to swear.
"I don't know how you can say that after the good time the three of us had together. Now, I want you to meet my friend and me for drinks tonight after work. Nothing dangerous about it, hon. We'll meet you at the Hotel Darlington in the bar. They've got a good little combo down there on Friday nights. Oh, and bring a friend if you like. There's only one thing better than a threesome, and that's a four-some," he chuckled at his own vile humor and hung up.
"I think you blew it," said Sam, his smirk now faded to a pale grimace.
"What the hell you talkin' about, Sam? We'll have a couple a drinks to get her loosened up and take a room for the night. Christ, if we treat her like a lady, she'll----"
He stopped as the vice president waved a sheet of paper before his face. "Better read this first."
Milton Berry snatched the letter from his vice president's hands and leaned back in his plush leather executive chair, his jaws working nervously as he read.
"Ah, shit," he grunted at last, massaging his temples with his pudgy fingers. "Wouldn't you just know it? The fuckin' bastard decided to do the deal anyway." He threw the letter down on the desk among the pile of Bettel Corp. addresses and sighed with tension. For a silent moment, he stared out the window over the city's skyline and chewed on his thumbnail.
"I only read the first line about his finding the contract in his attache case and wanting to do the deal. He say anything about the girl who rolled him for his watch and wedding ring?" Sam drummed his fingers nervously on the arm of his chair and crossed his legs to shift positions. Unlike the president of the corporation, Sam was far leaner and his buttocks was silently reminding him of that fact.
"Says he figures it was his fault for getting so drunk, and that he contacted his home office in Minneapolis and they want to go ahead and do the deal."
Sam wrinkled up his patrician nose. "That makes sense. They wouldn't be too pleased if they knew a employee of theirs was out getting drunk and laid while he's supposed to be doing business." The observation seemed to relieve some of the tension in the room; they had the solace of knowing all was not lost.
"You believe this?" Milt held up the letter and chuckled, shaking his head. "'. ... As for my wedding ring and watch, I will not hold you personally responsible. It was due to my own negligence that the watch was lifted, though it holds great sentimental value for me. I can accept it's loss. However, my wife will never understand how I managed to loose both. Therefore, I would appreciate it if your company would absorb the loss of my ring by having another made (same description, same diamond carat).' "
* * *
Within minutes of the time her blackmailers had contacted her Jackie was on the telephone to her sex therapist asking for help.
"Just a minute, Mrs. Carmichael," a sweet voice apologized. "Miss Tyrell is with a patient. Can I tell her to call you when she's through?"
"Please," Jackie set the receiver back on its cradle with trembling fingers, her heart pounding in her chest.
Not certain she had done the right thing by contacting her therapist, she poured herself a shot of scotch to bolster her courage. What would Liza think of her predicament, and what could the woman do to help her? After the first shot, she felt more confident, and after the second had burned its way down her gullet, she knew she'd done the right thing. Liza had already saved her marriage, and maybe she could do something about her honor, too.
The telephone burrrrred on its cradle and Jackie lunged for it. The mellifluous voice of Liza Tyrell, sounding confident and calm as usual flowed over the phone. "What's the problem, Jackie? I thought everything was going very well for you."
"It is. Too well...."
She explained the situation, sparing no details and was shocked at the lack of exclamation as Liza said matter-of-factly. "Let me go with you. They said for you to bring a friend, right?"
"Yes, but isn't that a little above the call of duty? I mean it's not like they're Robert Redfords or anything like that. God, one is fat and the other skinny. Not exactly attractive," she said, almost apologetically.
"That's okay, baby. Hang tight and I'll pick you up. What time?"
"Six."
"Good. Now just remember: if they should call back, don't get riled, don't call them names. Play it cool. I have an idea we can settle this painlessly."
The therapists' reassurance brightened the young woman's spirits as she poured herself another scotch up neat and set it on the rim of the tub as she ran her bathwater.
At precisely six o'clock, a blue convertible pulled up outside of the Carmichael's house and the therapist jumped out, her arms laden with a box.
Jackie was dressed and ready when she opened the door to let Liza in.
"Hello, Jackie," said Liza cheerfully. "I've got a box full of tricks here. Call it Pandora's box if you want." She set it on the sofa and sat down beside
"Can I offer you something to drink, Liza?" The blonde haired housewife felt self-conscious with her therapist in her own home. It hadn't been that way at the office, because that was a neutral place where she felt free to speak the truth and let her body speak freely, too. Too freely, she thought now seeing her female lover sitting in the same place where Jackie had made love to her husband several times while watching television. Somehow the change in characters made the young wife feel separated from herself and what she knew to be her role in life-a shy, modest housewife with no children and no profession. She shuddered involuntarily and camouflaged the horror of her predicament by a timely turn of the head. "A beer maybe?" She said abruptly.
"No thank you, darling. I've brought a few refreshments with me...." She reached into the box and pulled out a bottle and held it up for Jackie to inspect. "It's fine stuff. Got it in Mexico last time I was in Acapulco. I've used it on patients who claim they have no sexual urges," she laughed. "I know there's a damiano in it, and there's a lot more. Something the Indians down there get from the mescal buttons. A mellow dope, nothing heavy. It's not going to get you drunk, and it's not an aphrodisiac-if you want the truth, there's no such thing, but there are drinks which will make you lose your inhibitions, and baby, now is the time to loose yours. This will make you feel kind of sexy, and right now that's what you need."
Jackie winced and rested her forehead on the door jam in a mock feint. "Oh, how did I get into this, anyway?"
"Come sit by me, baby and have a sip of this." She held out a small glass of the liquid and watched as Jackie made a face as she sipped.
She wrinkled up her perky nose. She tried again; the taste was not so bad this time, and whatever was in it was certainly relaxing.
"And now to get you super relaxed, a little Columbian gold should set you straight in no time." Jackie watched in awe as her sex therapist pulled out a celephane baggie from the box and a pack of wheat straw rolling papers, and expertly sprinkled a few pinches of the marijuana into the paper and rolled it up. She licked it to seal the paper, then brushed her hands clean. "There. Now a match and we're about ready."
Jackie, who had smoked at parties in the past, picked up a match from the end table supply that sat handy in a decorated box and struck it. She took the slender cigarette and carefully lit it, drawing the smoke deep into her lungs, holding it. When she breathed again, she said, "This is really good stuff."
"I knew you'd need some relaxing and some advice, Jackie. That's why I'm here."
"But why would you want to help me out of this stupid predicament? God, it's almost embarrassing!"
Liza smiled and rested the palm of her hand on Jackie's knee. "Listen, honey," she said thickly. "I've had my dealings with men in the past." The therapist looked into her patient's puzzled eyes. "This wasn't my first profession." Liza paused. "You've been so honest with me, I feeel I've been holding out on you. I used to be a whore...." She broke off to accept the joint from Jackie's fingers.
"You what?"
"You heard me, baby. I used to turn tricks, and believe me, if you want to learn about men, just try charging for it."
"God, you don't seem like a ... a woman ... of the ... streets to me!" blurted Jackie, somewhat awed and confused.
Liza laughed. "It's not the way it used to be; I mean the profession is at least recognized, but I got tired of being busted and decided to approach the subject from a more professional point of view."
Jackie wasn't certain she comprehended the difference, but nodded understandingly anyway. She took another sip of the drink. The strong marijuana was making itself felt, too. Whatever the case, she was no longer nervous. She took another sip, this time emptying the glass, and then a long pull on the joint. She smiled and murmured, "Ummmm...."
"The reason you were frightened of these men is because you're used to being protected, and there was nobody to protect you when that man showed up and told you to suck his cock. You sucked him off. No big deal, but I've a suspicion you liked it. You have a fantastically sensuous mouth, Jackie."
Reticently, Jackie smiled. "You think we could have another joint? It's making me feel more relaxed."
Liza needed no urging to roll another joint. She drew on the pungent acrid smoke and handed it to Jackie. Time was slowing down for Jackie, and so were her inhibitions.
"As for the photos, don't worry. We find out his name and threaten to call his wife. That simple. There's no man alive who will risk his wife finding out for the sake of a couple of cheap photographs."
"You sure of that?" Jackie giggled, feeling euphoric now.
"I'd be willing to bet. The name of the sex game is please. Please him and there's nothing you won't be able to get out of him. That's why I'm going to dress you. Knock him out and he'll get clumsy and forget what he came for."
"What about Mike?" wailed Jackie. "God, if he ever finds out what I'm doing with two strangers ... I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, now. Get that courage up. Trust me."
The staggering figure of lithe Jackie Carmichael rose off the couch and paused at the entrance to the hallway, flirtatiously crooking her finger, motioning for Liza to follow her to the bedroom. The marijuana and alcohol had taken their toll on her equilibrium.
Liza pulled the lustful looking garments from the box and followed the unsteady blonde down the hallway to the blue coolness of the bedroom. She laid the garment out on the bed and turned to Jackie. "I've brought something to help you get in the mood. How about slipping it on."
Jackie's mind was swirling. "I've ... never seen anything like that before!" She winced. "I don't think I can wear that, Liza. I know you went to a lot of trouble to bring it, but...."
"You feel so good-so feminine-when you wear things like this," Liza said. "Let me dress you."
"Me? Oh, no! I couldn't," Jackie protested.
Jackie tried to protest, but couldn't. Docilely, she allowed her therapist to ease her out of her dress and underthings, and then stood motionless while the young therapist stripped her naked.
She turned to see herself nude in the mirrors of her dressing table, and she found herself admiring her body, with the slender legs, the tiny waist rising from the rich swell of her hips and buttocks, the full, ripe spheres of her breasts with the nipples unaccountably erect and tender to the touch.
"First, the sheer black opera hose with the garter belt," Liza said. "Let me help you."
Jackie had never worn a garter belt. She stood as Liza fastened it in place and then obediently sat on the, edge of the bed and drew the long, sheer hose up the sleek curves of her legs and smoothed up the fabric over her burning skin. They came high on her thighs, almost to the darkly curling pubic hair that covered her cunt. She fumbled with the snaps until Liza dropped to her knees beside her.
"You haven't had much experience with this," Liza said. Her hands stroked Jackie's legs, getting the snaps of the elastic garters. "So lovely. You teh snaps of the elastic garters. "So lovely. You should wear hose whenever you can-it'll drive your husband wild."
Then, without warning, her head moved forward and down and her soft, sensuous mouth closed on Jackie's cunt. Her tongue dipped into it, sought and found the tiny exposed clitoris and lashed it furiously. Jackie cried out softly and tried to escape, but Liza held her legs apart with strong hands and feasted hungrily on the young, innocent girl. Jackie's body tossed on the bed and her legs scissored, at first trying to get away, then opening, finally clasping the touseled head buried between them. She felt the explosion deep in her belly and her nakedly pierced cunt bucked up wildly against the devouring mouth even as her hands cupped the red head and drew it tighter between her wide held thighs She felt the flowing of the juices within her, knew they were spilling from her tantalized cunt into the wildly-gulping lips of the girl who knelt between her legs. She cried out and grasped her breasts and squeezed them until they hurt, and looking down she could see Liza's flushed face glistening with the whitish gleam of her cum. The euphoria of what she had had to drink and the marijuana cigarettes settled over her, and, feeling an all-consuming lassitude, allowed herself to be licked and sucked between her legs until the other girl was completely satiated, and lying weakly, trembling on her knees, between her widespread legs. She cradled the head that was buried in her crotch until Liza was able to rise and stand, swaying, glassy-eyed before her.
"I-I couldn't help it," Liza said. "Was it good for you?"
"Yes," Jackie whispered. "I loved it."
"I won't do that again. I promise."
"That's all right," said Jackie reassuringly.
"Well, we'd better finish dressing you," Liza replied. Then she held up the black corset-like garment known as a Merry Widow.
"My God, that's just like the one's the girls wear down at the club!"
"Where did you say Mike works? It's not the Countryman's Club by any chance...."
Jackie nodded silently. "You were a waitress down there? ... a dancer maybe?"
"Let's say I did a little of each, neither very well."
The garment fit Jackie like a second skin from the juncture of her breasts, squeezing her already-tiny waist in further, pushing her tip-tilted breasts up and out, leaving the nipples bare.
They were still tender with passion, from moments before, the nipples themselves pointing out, the aureoles surrounding them dark with the blood that pulsed through her veins. Jackie wondered if she might be a true lesbian, because she responded so quickly to the caress of a woman, and was so eager to return it. But, she realized, she was equally quick to respond to a man, even a man who was brutal as the stranger had been. She stood, trembling, while Liza adjusted the Merry Widow on her, then lifted first one foot and the other to step into the whispy panties with the convenient slits, feeling deliciously whorish. Liza rose from her knees slowly after putting high-heeled shoes on her feet, stopping to lingeringly kiss each full, tender breast. Jackie held the other girl's head and drew her face up, but as she was about to kiss her on the lips, Liza drew back, offering her cheek.
"Why did you pull back?"
"We don't have time, Jackie. We've got to get to the hotel to win back your honor."
* * *
By the time Liza and Jackie reached the hotel, Jackie was floating on a soft, sensuous cloud of her own. The stopped at the valet's station long enough to slip the man a tip and turn over the car to him to park. With the trench coat pulled around her slender body, Jackie slipped through the revolving door of the hotel lobby and waited for Liza who seemed to be more under control than the giggling blonde. Word had been left at the desk for Mrs. Carmichael to head directly for Room 1311. A primp, plump desk clerk slipped her the key, a look of suspicion on her age-lined face.
Taking her by the elbow, Liza guided Jackie down the hall to the elevator and waited for the doors to hiss open hydraulically. They got off on the thirteenth floor.
Milt answered the door with a drink in one hand, and a cigar in the other. "Well, hello. Good of you to be on time, Mrs. Carmichael. And I see you've brought a friend." He grinned appreciatively at the full bosomed therapist, smiling as she brushed past.
Sam was sitting on the bed pouring himself another shot of brandy. "Hello. Could I get you a drink?"
Both accepted.
There was no mention of photographs, no mention of money or black mail. But the small screen set up by the curtained windows did bring a conversation into action.
"Are we going to watch films of your last year's camping trip, or what?" Liza wanted to know, sitting cross-legged on the bed sipping her drink.
Milt, the spokesman for the two randies, laughed. "I hope you'll find it a bit more pleasing than that." Then, with the mere flicking of a few switches, the movie was projected on a screen. Causually, Milt and Sam undressed. Their cocks were not hard, and Jackie thought they must have been in this sort of situation before. With nods of heads and roving eyes, they switched places as if vying in for a seat in the game of "Musical Chairs." Milt took his place next to Jackie on the sofa, r while Sam held close to Liza on the bed.
Sam freshened their drinks and resumed his seat next to Liza, who showed no sign of resistance as the lean man slipped his fingers down the gaping neck of her wrap-around dress to seek out the spiked out nipples of her breasts.
Jackie sucked in her breath, expecting to see the image of herself on the flickering screen. In her shy dismay, her coat had gaped open, bringing a sigh of shock from Milt. "Jesus, baby. That's just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen on a woman. Stand up and let's have a look at that."
For some unspeakable reasons, Jackie did not flinch at the request ... nor did she protest. With a salacious grin, she stood up, opening the coat and dropping in to the floor. Three mouths ovaled in shocked appreciation. She slumped down on the sofa, all reservations and shyness dissipated, and did not protest as Milt drew her hand to his cock as the screen flickered. Automatically, she pumped it and rolled the slowly swelling head sensuously between her fingers. Her mind seemed to be far away. All she was conscious of was her body and the relentlessly rising desire building like a slow moving forest fire down between her thighs.
"Suck it a little," he ordered softly.
Without hesitation, she twisted on the sofa until she could reach the rising staff and encompass it with her lips. She did it in such a way that she could still see the action unrolling on the screen. In the picture, a beautiful young girl who couldn't have been past her teens was depicted in a car at a drive-in movie. Her dress was hiked up above her hips and the front was open, baring her" full, young, rosy breasts to the hands and lips of the boy who was pressing her back against the seat. The boy's pants were down around his knees and his cock was rigid and trembling as he tried to get it into the soft silken fur of the girl's cunt. She was pretending to resist, squirming to get away. Then the boy rose up in the seat, held her head and rubbed the head of his cock over her cheeks and against her full, sensuous lips. Gradually the lips parted and his cock slid into her opening mouth. He pumped it into her but she began to choke and managed to get her head away. The camera came in close on his prick. It glistened with the wetness of her mouth. Then they were arguing. The car was an Oldsmobile, with a wide armrest which could be pulled down to to divide the seats. With much kissing and fondling, he manipulated her across it belly-down, and then moved in behind her. She tried to fight him off as he pressed his weight down against her, spreading her legs and buttocks wide, pressing the swollen head of his long, stiff cock against the tiny puckered anus. Then he lunged forward, and the huge tip pushed past the tightness of her sphincter muscle. The camera came in close on her face, registering the shock and surprise she felt at the penetration. Then there was a full shot of both of them, him fucking deeper and deeper into her, and the girl thrashing and gasping and faintly responding. His prick could be seen driving deeper and deeper into her asshole, until finally it was buried to the hilt and his balls were squashing flat against the spread moons of her buttocks. Slowly the girl began to arch her back and hump her asscheeks up at him as the slickly pistoning cock moved in and out of her, and her face mirrored the pleasure she was feeling. Within minutes, she was screwing back against him wildly, crying out for him to fuck her harder and deeper and her hands reached back to find him and pull him into her to the fullest.
"Like this film? That's what's going to happen to you if you don't...." He stopped short and let his fingers trail over her body, working past the bottom of the Merry Widow and into her thin panties, into the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks, probing. Jackie trembled and involuntarily parted her legs.
"Oooohhhh," Jackie murmured, moving to the touch of his fingers. One had slipped into the dampness of her pussy, and well-wetted, was working teasingly at the tight little ring of her anus. "I never knew girl's liked to have it there."
"The first time should be with a man who knows how," he whispered. "Let's slide these panties off. I'll show you." His hand pulled at the fragile fabric, and for a moment she tried to resist, bringing her legs close together, "Relax, honey. I won't let you get hurt," he whispered.
Above the crackling of the screen, Jackie could hear someone talking. She raised her head to see Liza motioning to her. "Hey, why don't you come over here? There's plenty of room."
Jackie took the hint and clambered over to the bed near Liza who was lying beside them now, her long legs wrapped 'tight around Sam, who was slowly sliding his long, curving cock from her well-lubricated cunt. "Let's take them off and put a pillow under your hips and you just lie on your tummy and watch the screen," whispered Liza.
Jackie found herself helpless to resist as Liza and Sam slipped the panties down her legs. Liza slid a thick pillow down on the bed and rolled Jackie over on it, so it was under her hips, raising her nakedly curved young buttocks up toward the mirrored ceiling. In the other of the well-placed mirrors, Jackie could see her full breasts hanging free, and the rich curves of her hips and buttocks. She was afraid Milt would jerk her legs apart and get on top of her, pinning her helplessly beneath him while he fucked his cock deep into her ... but he didn't.
As a new film, again featuring sodomy began, he merely lay beside her, sliding his hand over the full length of her sensuously reclining body, occasionally leaning over to kiss her ear or the back of her neck while his storng, deft fingers moved over her now nakedly stripped ass cheeks and up between her thighs to titillate lewdly at her helplessly exposed cunt. She could not help responding, and when he leaned over her and began to slither his tongue wetly over the smoothly rounded moons of her buttocks and down the thinly shadowed crevice to the moistly trembling slit of her cunt, she voluntarily parted her legs and raised her nakedly quivering ass cheeks higher to make herself more available to his hotly working mouth.
He buried his face in her flesh, and she writhed as his tongue probed her secret crevices like an angrily writhing snake. She had neither the will nor desire to resist when finally he moved down and gently drew her legs apart and knelt back between them, his face moving lower down her backside. He was pressing the softly yielding cheeks of her buttocks wide part with his thumbs and his wetly curling tongue was circling her asshole and then worming moistly up into it, probing and twirling, and she was grinding lewdly back at him and whimpering, begging him to do more.
Then, looking in the mirror, she saw Liza and Sam. Liza was on knees and elbows, the naked white cheeks of her buttocks spread wide too. Sam moved in behind her, his huge throbbing cock in his hand. He placed it against Liza's anus and pressed forward. As easily as if it had been her cunt, the girl's asshole parted as she absorbed the entire length of the man's rigidly throbbing cock in one smooth stroke, sighing with pleasure as it drove up inside her wide stretched rectal passage to its full depth. She rotated her ass wildly as it began to fuck slowly, regularly, in and out of her. There was no mistaking the expression of pleasure on Liza's face.
Suddenly, Jackie wanted more than the tongue deep up inside her hungering young rectal passage. She moaned desperately in ecstatic arousal and kneeled herself up on all fours, spreading her asscheeks wide in lewd invitation, bracing herself on her elbows as Liza was doing. It was then that she felt the huge pulsating head of the unidentified man's cock center on her tiny puckered anal hole, and instinctively she tightened it as strongly as she could; but her partner knew what to do. He smacked her buttocks sharply with the flat of his hand, and she cried out in pain and shock. But in that instant of involuntary relaxation, he drove forward into her, ramming past the vainly resisting barrier of her sphincter muscles, until the thick-ridged head was lodged thickly up inside the smooth rubbery walls of her hungrily stretched rectum.
"Aaagh!" she cried out. "Oooh God, Noooo!!" Tears welled from her eyes as the sudden, unexpected pain came rippling like a slicking sword through her futilely jerking body. Oh God, she thought wildly through her pain wracked mind, it had looked so easy with Liza.
"Easy, baby. Just relax. It won't hurt. It'll feel fine," he whispered in her ear. "Just grind your hot little ass back at me when I fuck into you."
He did not try to deepen his thrust at first, but slowly rocked his hard, experienced body back and forth over her. She found that by going loose and moving with him, the pain diminished and in its place a hot, burning pleasure was building. She was able to relax herself, and in a few minutes was pushing her widely stretched little rectal hole back at him harder, and gradually, a fraction of an inch at a time, his long, thick cock was working up deeper into her voluntarily engulfing bowels. It seemed to be endless, but looking in the mirror at the side of the bed, she could see by the whitely glistening length of his cock still protruding out from back between her open buttock cheeks that he was only halfway in. But each rocking of their bodies was only brought more of him up inside her, and while it seemed her body was being filled to exploding, her pelvis split by the strange intrusion, it was so new, so wild, so different, she wanted now with all her drug-driven passion to experience it all. She moaned softly down into the mattress and began to rotate her ass back against him with each stroke, felt the hot rod of flesh reaming relentlessly away at her back hole, and luxuriated in the lewd humiliation and degradation of this sworn enemy of hers doing it to her for the first time. There was still pain, or at least discomfort, but it was far outweighed by the hot, churning staff worming deeper and deeper around up inside her that felt so good! She discovered the man was anticipating every move she made. She tossed her hair clear of her eyes and looked back at him, wondering who he was ... why he had chosen her, and what her husband had to do with any of it. She tossed her hair clean of her eyes and looked back at him with her lust contorted young face so that he could see the effect he was having on her.
"Fuck! Fuck your cock all the way in!" she pleaded.
"It might hurt a little if I fuck it in too fast," he warned.
"I don't care. I want all of it up in me!"
"Okay, baby. Here goes!"
His strong hands-grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging deep into the smoothly gyrating moons of her buttocks, and he held her tight. He drew his cock back out of her until only the hugely bulging head of it was still lodged up in the tightly clenching ring of her anus. He drew a deep breath, then, with a heavy grunt, drove violently forward.
"Aaaaggg-g-g-!" she cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as the full length of his thick rod plunged deep up into the damp rubbery walls of her rectum without the slightest mercy. "Oh, God! You're ripping me open!"
Tears ran from her eyes. She felt her belly must burst. It did not seem possible that a man's cock could go so far up into her body from any direction, but it was there and she was totally and helplessly impaled. Through wetly brimming eyes, she could see Liza a couple of feet away, on hands and knees, easily churning her naked buttocks back hungrily as the lean man pumped into it. Liza looked over at her patient and through ecstatically responding lips smiled weakly in a way that said she was finally initiated, she had succeeded once more in overcoming sexual inhibitions.
Milt held Jackie's helplessly trembling hips until the girl had control over her movements again, and then he began to slowly fuck up into the soft, rubbery confines of her back passage, going deep, rotating it around inside, but doing it slowly at first, then increasing the tempo as the young, slavishly kneeling girl responded. She had become loose, and was twisting and bucking back to meet each stroke, panting and gasping. Deep inside, she felt an orgasm building, and she realized the heaviness of his sperm-filled balls with every stroke. The lewd, masochistic sensation of kneeling down like a slut before this apeish man was driving her wild.
"Oh God," she gasped. "Reach down under me and play with my pussy!"
"No, let me do it to you," Liza groaned. And Milt was crying out too, fucking harder and faster and his balls were drawing up and his cock getting bigger and harder at the moment when he exploded out his hotly flooding cum deep up into her hungrily churning belly. He buried himself deeper and in a moment, the thick, sticky whiteness of his orgasm was seeping back out from Jackie's still tightly clenched rectal lips, down the smoothly trembling crevice of naked buttock flesh, to the therapist's greedily licking mouth and tongue.
The four of them lay in a tangled mass of sweat-drenched flesh, all satiated, all weak, and groaning. Sam separated himself long enough to mix fresh drinks and bring them to the bed.
"Honey, you're good fuckin'," Milt said to Jackie.
"Too good to let go home so soon," called out Sam. "My turn now."
"Honey, I think this may be worth two years of therapy," winked Liza knowingly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Are you sure? Bettel Corporation?" Jackie was incredulous, but there was hope.
"Positive. That's what it says on his card." Liza's voice sounded jubilant over the telephone.
"Who did you....?"
"I told you I knew how to handle men like this...." she paused to read the name from the card...."this Milton Berry."
"But the photographs ... you said you had the photographs, too."
Liza chuckled into the phone. "Yes, I must say those men disappointed me, Jackie. I'm sure this is the first time either of them have ever attempted blackmail."
"What makes you think that?" Jackie clutched the receiver tight in her petite fist, wondering how in heavens name she could explain her bruised legs to her husband. Certainly he wouldn't believe she fell. No one ever gets bruised on the inside of their thighs, unless....
"I stashed the attache case under the bed until after they left ... they were too drunk to notice it missing anyway ... and took a look at the photos. Must say, Jackie, you are photogenic. As a matter-of-fact I saved them in case you want to put them in your photo album."
Jackie winced on the other end of the phone. "But what about the negatives? They said they were going to make them into a film?" she asked desperately.
"That's nonsense. Anybody knows there is no negative with a Polaroid print. I've got the originals, so don't worry, honey."
Jackie slumped into the chair with a movement that might have been a sigh. "Liza, how can I ever thank you for everything you've done. My God, I feel like a new person. I mean everything's changed since I met you ... my relationship with Mike, my sex life, everything!"
Liza, sitting at her office desk, looked down at the lewd photographs of her graduated patient whose sensuous lips were wrapped around the president's cock like she was trying to dissolve it in her hot mouth. "If I could just keep these photos ... Jackie, they're fantastic. I think I'd like to try using them in therapy; they certainly are stimulus enough to make anybody want to make love."
* * *
Jackie spared no detailes that night after the dinner dishes had been washed and cleared; it was time for bed. Jackie had on nothing but a thin transparent nightgown, knowing that the hint of her fine, lithe body underneath excited Mike as she walked around. Better still, it might open his mind to accepting the god-awful truth that in the past week she'd made love to her female therapist, had sucked a stranger's cock before her husband's, and had been indulging in anal sex. It would sound like something out of a cheap men's magazine when she finally admitted to the degradations. The only thing that would save her marriage would be her willingness. For that's what had started the whole damned mess, wasn't it?
Mike Carmichael had come back from the club bushed, his face and manner showing how dog-tired he was. The boss was due in from Chicago in four days, and he had not yet decided which would win the man's favors-the truth or lies. But after a couple of drinks and the fine food his loving wife had prepared and the semi-nude parading all evening-especially the latter-it was obvious to her that her husband was bubbling with life. His pants were tightly bulged, and as she bent over him to kiss his lips and interrupt the movie on TV, his hand came up underneath her gown, pushing the hem abruptly up her thighs before she could resist.
"Oh, you beast!" she jumped forward trying to escape the playful fingers coursing their way along the sensitive parts of her legs. "Stop it, Mike, please!" She giggled, knocking the glass of wine she was serving him. "Ooooh, God, Mike!"
Mike grinned and continued his rummaginag between his wife's legs, laughing aloud at the same time. "Hell, it's been a day and a half since I laid you, love."
"Mike," she started, "there's something I have to talk to you about."
Mike grinned his broad grin again and placed his hand on her buttocks, massaging the soft, tender flesh. She looked at him coyly as he continued the teasing ministrations. Jackie gritted her teeth as she felt the old feeling drifting slowly through the tips of her nerves. She was lucky to have Mike as a husband and he took good care of her, in spite of his filandering ways.
"Oooohh," she moaned again as her mind returned to reality. Mike's hand was running the full length of her soft, white cuntal crevice, sending chills of sensation rippling across her skin. He grabbed her and pulled her down in the lap.
"Say, what's the name of that sex therapist again? Christ, she must be a hell of a teacher. What does she use? Movies?" he chided, "Honey," she said as sweetly as April lilacs. "Can we go into the bedroom? There's something I want to talk to you about."
Mike's grin faded as he saw the serious look in her dulled eyes.
"Sure."....
She left out no details, telling him of the two men who had broken into her house and taken photographs of her. Wizened from sessions with Liza, she told the truth ... at least parts of it. When Mike asked her why they had taken photographs, she carefully skirted the issue, saying she had been undressing in the living room. She related the blackmail, the meeting at the hotel where Liza had snuck out with the attache case containing the photographs.
"Any idea who they were?" He asked, paling.
"Liza found a card, that's all. One-the tall one-was named Sam, and the other one-the fatter one-must be Milton Berry because that's what the card said."
"What card?" Mike suddenly sparked with interest.
"The business card, silly. He's president of Bettel Corporation. She stopped "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Bettel? Shit! Are you sure?" He was sitting up straight now.
"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked, following his example and sitting up cross-legged on the bed.
"It just so happens that's the same card the man who beat up Janet left with her." He patted her on the knee and picked up the telephone with the other hand. "Baby, I think you just saved my job."
A telephone, call to Mona confirmed his suspicions. Together they surmissed the man must have slipped her the incriminating card, then after discovering his jewelry missing, clubbed her over the head. As for Jackie's two visitors, they were probably trying to get revenge. The rest was a mystery. At least now nobody would be going to the cops ... unless of course he did ... for rape.
Jackie didn't want to testify in court, and understandably so.
"Where did they make love to you?" That was an issue that still hung heavy in the air. A man's jealousy is not easily rationalized, even in cases of rape.
Jackie's glass slipped from her hand, but she caught it in time. "Ah, the usual, you know," she said wincingly.
"How did they do it? Did they tear your clothes off, or try to seduce you...?" He shrugged his shoulders, his face reddening with a rage he struggled to conceal. He pounded one clenched fist into the pillow. "The bastards! I can't stand the thought of anybody touching you."
"I think I need a hug," Jackie said softly.
"Oh, Baby."
"Let's lie quietly and you hold me, okay?" she whispered with her soft, baby blue eyes.
Lying on the bed, she backed up to him, fitting herself to the curve of his body as he turned the bed lamp low. His big hand moved slowly over her satin flesh, cupping the peaks of her breasts as his lips nuzzled her neck and ear. She sighed softly and pushed back against his rising cock, and it rubbed high on her thighs, finding the softly curling bush of her pubic hair, slowly prodding at her pussy as she slowly moved her body in unison. His fingers found the hot, swelling outer lips of her cunt and parted them, rubbing the rising bud of her clitoris. When contact was made, she thrust her warmly quivering tail back at him demandingly, and under the stimulation of his hand, the juices of sudden excitement began to flow from her. He eased the tip of his cock toward her and she moved, lifting her upper leg, so it slipped from behind her up into the warmly enfolding crevice of her buttocks.
How many times had he tried to just rub it in there in the past and been rebuffed sharply? Mike thought. But now she seemed to be welcoming it. He held the hardening length of his cock in the tightly encasing crease that now was becoming slick with her cuntal secretions, feeling the blood pulsing more quickly now through his veins. Slowly she began to undulate the firmly contoured curves of her buttocks back against him, and her small hand reached back, to hold the head of his rock-hard prick directly against her tiny pulsing anus. His big arm circled her waist and held her close as she mewled softly and rubbed her ass teasingly back against him.
"Ummmmm...." she moaned. "I like that."
Then she astonished him by raising her leg and sliding over his, rubbing it sensually against him and at the same time humping back at the head of his prick.
"Jackie...."
"Put it in there, baby!" she gasped. "I want it!"
He couldn't believe her words, but there was no mistaking the urgent movements of her body against him, the way her impatiently moving young tail was jerking at the tip of his cock. Half dazed, he reached down to spread her buttocks wide with his fingers, and then pushed forward hard. He felt her sphincter muscle opening to allow him entrance, and then the head of his cock, with a slight popping noise, had slipped up into her back passage and she was sighing and moaning and writhing her nakedness sensuously against him. He tightened his grip on her waist and began to work it up into her, felt her cooperating with each move, until half the length of his cock was sunk up between the widely stretched cheeks of her openly spread buttocks. She was gasping softly with each storke, and then she reached for a pillow and drew it up to her stomach.
"Roll over on top of me from behind now, darling," she whispered hotly. "But don't let it slip out of me!"
She twisted her body over on her stomach and spread her legs wide and before he realized it she had forced herself up on elbows and knees, churning her taut-muscled ass up at his heavily throbbing loins as he bore down and deeper into her.
"Deeper-deeper!" she cried out. "Fuck me deeper!"
He held her churning hips in his big hands and with all his force rammed his cock deep up between her hungrily splayed ass cheeks. She cried out and slumped her head downward, her blonde hair spraying across the bed, but her sensuously grinding young tail never stopped moving. The one long hard stroke had buried his immense cock up to the base and his balls slapped hard against the wide-stretched moons of her ass and he could feel her interior anal muscles milking thirstily at the length of it, the circle of her sphincter muscle clamping him tightly around the hardness of his flesh.
"Fuck me! Oh, God, FUCK ME!" she cried out.
He needed no urging. He fucked up into her willingly absorbing ass relentlessly, bending low over her, so he could see the expression of ecstasy that twisted her beautiful face, hear the gasps of pleasure which came from her heavy, sensuous mouth with every deep-driving thrust of his cock. The smooth, rubbery walls of her hotly enclosing rectal passage clung to it and he was afraid he'd turn her inside out, but she seemed to be feeling no pain, only unbounded pleasure. He braced himself and fucked harder than he had ever fucked any girl in his life.
Jackie was being driven out of her mind by the wild, throbbing cock that invaded her back between her widespread buttock cheeks. There was som pain, but it was the sweetly erotic pain that comes with pleasure. Vaguely she realized how important it would be to invent some reason for her wild behavior again to so much out of character for her; but at the moment she could think of only the wild fucking from behind she was experiencing. Then, without warning, she felt the volcano beginning to erupt deep up inside her cock-filled bowels.
"I'm cummming!" she cried out. "Oh God, cummming! I'm cummiinng!!!!! Now! Cum with me darling!"
"Okay, Baby! I'll fill your sweet little ass till it runs up out of your tits!" Mike gasped.
With several long, deep, grinding strokes he exploded his building sperm deep into her hotly clenching rectal walls. He felt it gushing out and ricocheting all around the head of his rampant cock as her nakedly churning young buttocks writhed and bucked crazily under the vicious assault ... and then there was a long moment of draining, and they both subsided. She panted heavily and gradually sank to the mattress, and his weight was heavy on her. Her ass continued to twitch and churn beneath him for a long time, her possessively clenched anal muscles holding tight to the diminishing length of his prick. Their bodies glistened with sweat, and her skin had the feel of hot velvet against him. When he tried to lift his weight from her, she refused to let him go, held his slowly softening prick tight with her elastically contracted sphincter muscles as he rolled her on her side. They drifted off to exhausted sleep with his sperm-drained cock still wedged in the softly relaxed crevice of her asscheeks, soft and wet and slick with the stickiness of his cum. It mingled with the juices which oozed from her cunt, which was still rhythmically opening and closing as her body also slowly cooled. She drew his hands to the cones of her breasts and held them there.
Mike tried to think about it, trying to think what might have caused such a sudden change in his young, reticent wife, and the solution escaped him. He thought Liza must have given her another good talking-to. Broken down her defenses and inhibitions and told her that sooner or later she must become the woman she could be or likely lose her marriage. Whatever the cause, he was not about to complain.
In those soul-searching moments, lying tucked to his wife's pulsing body, he thought about the honesty and forthrightness Jackie had explemplied in the past weeks; how she had owned up to her mistakes, faced them squarely, and tried to rectify whatever damage those mistakes had caused in the past. One hell of a woman.
Could he match her courage? Could he tell Herbie the truth-that his ex-wife, dear woman that she was, was turning his club into a bordello. The club that used to carry the reputation as being one of the most disciplined in demeanor, most frivolous and harmless in spirit, and the purveyors of impeccable taste had fallen to the dogs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning, Mike was kissed awake by a beaming wife. He gazed at Jackie, smiling back, then tossed back the covers and padded naked to the bathroom. Jackie followed right behind and jumped into the shower with him to play teasing games as he washed himself. Doubly excited by the idea of again having a loving husband, she giggled and tickled him until he begged for mercy. It was like being honeymooners again.
Her fingers were everywhere as the steamy water needled down on their nude bodies, flushing them pink with the heat and the tingling sensations they both were very aware of. Jackie soaped and scrubbed his back and front and legs with gentle care, taking special time and interest in his genitalia. When it was fully awakened, her hungry mouth slipped around the shaft and sucked and nibbled on it until they both were going out of their minds with excitement. Not even taking time to dry off, Mike finally dragged her out of the shower and threw her dripping form down on the rumpled bed where they found ample occupation for the next half hour.
Later, when they went down to breakfast, they talked and laughed and giggled with the bright titillation of lovers. It was then Mike revealed his plan to her.
After that, they returned to the bedroom to dress. Succumbing quickly to the delights recently discovered in each other's bodies, they postponed dressing for half an hour longer.
It was a flushed and shaky couple that finally peered into the morning sunlight from the front porch of the house. Their spirits dampened only slightly by physical exhaustion, they slid into the car and drove the familiar route to downtown.
Mike parked the car and headed for Bettel Corporation, a looming skyscraper in the midst of the finncial district. Once they were inside the building, Jackie began to feel her first twinges of nervousness about what they had planned to do. "Do ... do I look all right, Mike?" she asked uncertainly.
Mike's eyes played momentarily over her lush form encased in the clinging blue knit dress, then he grinned devilishly. "Well, we might have a rough time keeping Milton down long enough to talk to him," he teased. "But, other than that you look great!"
"The very thought of the creep touching me again makes my skin crawl," she said, then took a long breath. Nervously, she leaned over to smooth the already smooth nylons that encased her shapely legs.
"I'll be there to protect you this time," Mike reassured. I'd just like to see that slimy lowlife try something again. Just for the pleasure of tearing him apart."
To their relief there was only a receptionist at the front desk.
"Tell Mr. Berry he has visitors, please," said Mike.
Jackie tugged on Mike's arm and stood on tiptoes to whisper in his ear: "Are you sure you want to do this, Mike? What if it gets in the papers? Are you sure you want to risk your job?"
He padded her on the rump in answer.
"Right this way, please," directed the receptionist, leading them down the hallway to the spacious office where "Milton Berry-President" was embossed on a metal plate hanging on the door.
Milton Berry, red-eyed and pale, peeked his head around the corner. He took one look at Jackie and gasped. "What-"
"Well hello, Milt. You'd never believe the trouble I had to go through to get your last name...." She brushed past the massive figure of Bettel Corporation's president. Mike followed.
Hands in his pockets nervously playing with his change, Mike smiled evilly. "I hear there's some business you have to discuss with me, Milt. Mind if I have a seat?"
"What do you want with me? I haven't got all day to chat!" Milton's voice was shaky beneath his angry tone.
Jackie tutted. "Now that's not what you told me last night, Milt."....
"Well, that's taken care of," grinned Mike triumphantly. "That fat slob isn't going to be causing any problems for either of us."
They turned the corner to where the car was parked. Mike opened the door and Jackie slid in beside him.
"One more stop to make and then it's home to bed."
Jackie rubbed his knee and rested her head on his shoulder while he reached over her to shift into first gear. "Got a surprise for you, baby. How would you like to be co-manager of a club?"
"Huh?"
"Mona and I have been talking and we've decided to open a place of our own. Of course she's going to have to change her ways, at least we'll be in control."
"Hmmm ... I don't know if I like the sound of that. You and Mona, huh?" She kissed him on the neck, a tongue licking titillation. "I can think of somebody else who knows how to take care of business. She's got money, too, and she's ripe for investment. But you've never liked redheads...."
