If any profession does not meet the needs of the people it serves, then obviously such a profession is not worthy of functioning. This is a simple statement, but it could very easily be applied to the area of psychology and to people who treat mental problems. Thus, regardless of how illegally a psychologist may operate, many of us will hold to the theory that if in the long run a disturbed person is helped, then the methods should be accepted with some sympathy. Nothing short of pragmatic.
This book reveals the story of a girl who was raped by two young boys in Central Park. She is torn to pieces by her guilt feelings and becomes a splendid candidate for insanity. Then enters a self-styled psychologist, an ex-criminal, who uses sex to unlock the hidden secrets of the victims. He motivates her sex life by seducing her and allowing his nurse to perform her lesbian acts upon her. But, all ends well! Shakespeare was no fool, and he was the one to tell us that whatever ends well cannot be too bad. She releases her hidden secrets and marries. Society is satisfied by having a legal paper proclaiming marriage, the raped girl finds happiness, and above all, her puritan mother finds a young boy to satisfy her burning desires!
Sherry lived in the shadows of her mother who insisted that sex was bad and virginity is a physical thing that should be kept deposited in a safety box. This teaching is not so strange when one sees the circumstances of Sherry's mother! She was forced to marry-"disgracing" her family, then she used every pretext, including the drinking habits of her husband, to close the doors for any family sex life.
Yet Dr. Duncan used unorthodox methods in treating abnormal individuals. His group therapy should make any certified doctor utter words of profanity. But his perverted methods obviously worked, and the patients not only forgot their guilt feelings, but they also enjoyed every minute of their so-called group therapy!
One finds it hard to believe that with the rigid standards of certification, "unholy" doctors still exist. Yet the newspapers not too long ago made headlines by exposing a commercial pilot who had flown for thousands of hours safely without certification. I find myself asking 'why not' allow such great mental giants to continue to operate in their business? No one has a monopoly over the art of healing, and if one can bring about good results through orgies, then let it be.
However, the reader (under the influence of a society with pre-set values) has to make up his own mind! In the case of Sherry, her mother, Dr. Duncan, the nurse and the many "abnormal" patients, the sex orgies brought about relief. Who am I to say they were wrong?
David Patrick, Ph.D. Atlanta, Georgia
CHAPTER ONE
RAPE
It was a hot, humid Sunday night. The storm which would bring relief to wilted city dwellers had threatened for over an hour, but no rain had fallen. However, at eight o'clock, the sultry yellow-gray sky combined with the immediate threat of a downpour had emptied Central Park of all but a few unfortunates whose slum dwellings offered even less comfort than the empty, littered park.
Sherry had been walking in the 'Ramble.' Dreaming of her forth-coming marriage to Roger, she had more interesting things on her mind than weather. As she ambled along in her long-legged swaying walk her mind was on the wedding night only a week away. At eighteen she was still a virgin, brainwashed by a prudish mother into an innocence seldom encountered in the Twentieth Century! All she really knew of Roger, of his body, were his beautiful proportions as viewed in a bathing suit, and the feel of a large, hard swelling that came and went in his trousers and pressed urgently against her when they danced or he claimed his goodnight kiss at her door. Beyond that her knowledge consisted of what she had learned in her high school biology course, academic, but not very practical. Well, she thought, quickening her pace, in a week from now she would know!
She rounded a bend in the winding walk, suddenly aware of the loneliness of the park, her increased pace causing her beautifully shaped breasts to bounce excitingly beneath her thin summer dress. Two young men, one white and the other black were sitting on a park bench twenty yards up the walkway watching her approach.
Had she been older, more experienced, she might have been all right. Calm, head high and disdainful, sensual walk restrained-had she continued at a steady impersonal pace, she might have run the gamut of their lustful stares with nothing more than a blush of embarrassment. But Sherry was young and suddenly frightened. She paused, fatally, then turned and started to run back the way she had come. Her fear excited the men and both leaped to their feet, pelting after her to head her off. The white man reached her first, grabbing her wrist to stop her flight. She opened her mouth to scream only to find a hand clamped over her mouth, her arm twisted cruelly behind her back. Helplessly, furiously, she struggled, but only succeeded in popping a button off the front of her dress. Because of the heat, and because at eighteen she had no need of artificial support, Sherry had neglected to wear a bra, and the sight of her white swelling breast pushing at the opening was all the men needed.
"Hey, man! Look at that!" the Negro exclaimed. "Come on, what you waiting for? Drag her back in these bushes. No one ain't goin' bother us there!"
Panting, the white man agreed, pulling the terrified girl back into the gloom of a miniature woods. "I get her first, Roscoe." he said. "You ran so slow, man, I thought you wuz never coming!"
"Okay. But hurry up! My prick's ready to explode before I ever git it in her, you don't get busy."
"Yeah, but how? I need a hand to get my fly open and if I let go her mouth she'll yell loud enough to wake the fuzz! You got a handkerchief, maybe, to gag her?"
Roscoe snickered. "Oh lah-dee-dah! You want my lace-edged one, maybe?"
During this exchange Sherry had noticed the grip on her wrist slackening and she seized advantage of the opportunity. Quickly she wrenched free and turned to run, but the white youth easily lunged and recaptured her. Furiously the nails of her free hand raked his cheek, bringing blood. Enraged, he grabbed her naked breast and squeezed with such brutal strength that she fainted from the pain.
"Well, that'll keep her quiet for a minute," he said. "Now for God's sake gimme something to gag her."
Roscoe scratched his head then his face brightened. "Sure, man! I never did like these socks anyhow." He kicked off a loafer and stripped a knee-high sock from his foot. Quickly he forced it into the girl's mouth, knotting it securely behind her head. "While I'm at it, might as well have both hands free, huh?" He took the other sock off and bound the girl's hands behind her back. "Say, don't she look good, man? Like a chicken all ready for the oven! What you waitin' for, for Christ's sake? Shove it to her before I shoot my wad in my pants."
The white youth hesitated momentarily, then wrenched the girl's skirt up to her waist. He grabbed the flimsy panties and ripped them apart, baring her virginal femininity to their maddened gaze. Sherry moaned and came to just as her assailant spread her legs apart for his entry. Too late she tried to clamp her knees shut; his leverage had already forced them a foot apart and against his strength she could not close them. Helplessly she felt them being pulled still farther open.
As the white youth groped for his fly, Roscoe ripped her dress open to the waist. "Hey, I got to have something to do while you get yours!" he panted. "Screw her on your knees, Jimmy, to give me room. I'll jerk off on her tits."
Jimmy grunted. He had his cock in his hand, rigid as a piece of pipe. Fortunately, though Sherry could not know it, he was unusually small and hence ideally suited to take her virginity. Almost mad with horror and fear, Sherry prayed that she would faint again, but nature was not so kind this time. She heard the harsh breathing of the two men and quickly became aware of the round hard object pushing at the one place on her body she had never even dared to touch, so frightened had she been by her mother's stories of insanity and an arm rotting off if she explored herself there. There was something terribly different about the feel of that flesh, something terrifying, evil, masculine, hurting. Oh yes, hurting! He was shoving himself hard against her, increasingly angered by the resistance her virginity offered, yet excited by it, too.
As she writhed, trying to escape his thrusts, she became aware of another horror. Roscoe was straddling her head with his knees, leaning forward. He had grabbed one of her unusually large breasts in each hand and pushed them tightly together to make a nest in the crease between. Before she closed her eyes in loathing, she caught a glimpse of his prick moving above her face to enter the haven from above. The prick loomed before her eyes, huge, stiff, ebony black and pulsing, a hellish animal thing that would do God knew what to her. Almost mad with terror she screwed her eyes shut.
The thrusting that had been going on had increased with intensity and suddenly she felt an agonizing pain as her hymen gave way to the pressure. Then there was the warm wetness of her blood on her thighs, and wetness, too, inside her, making his in-and-out motion easier. Roscoe, too, was moving in and out between her breasts. Suddenly he gave a throaty growl of triumph and she felt something wet and hot gush from his penis onto her breasts. So copious was his seed that it ran in a stream down over her stomach, hot and life-bearing and primitive.
At almost the same moment Jimmy's movement had quickened. He was jabbing himself into her tight violated vagina as though he wanted to stab up into her throat, and, in that moment, secretly, shamefully, she felt a sudden surge of response. Something in her, something deeply female and instinctive was coming to life, was moving her hips in a shuddering cadence with his. She wanted something, something dreamed of, but never known awake, something forbidden but wonderful. The surprising wriggle of her surrendering loins, however, had been too much for Jimmy. With a gasp he burst inside her, then collapsed on her body, panting, lying in the still wet sticky puddle of Roscoe's sperm.
Unbelievably she felt a raging fury. Fury, not at the shameful degradation of the rape, but at Jimmy, at Jimmy for stopping so soon-for depriving her of the bliss she knew instinctively she should have experienced.
Hot on the heels of her intense passion, which had actually lasted only a minute, came guilt. Terrible black guilt that she was so low a creature that she could want this awful thing! Want a man's prick ramming her, a man's sperm spraying her breasts, a horrible filthy pig of a man enjoying himself in and on her body! So deep did this guilt penetrate that the pain of it was greater than the pain of the rape, and finally, mercifully, she fainted.
CHAPTER TWO
THE DOCTOR
A month had passed. A horrible month of loathesome memories. She had come back to consciousness only fleetingly that awful night, had become aware of flashlights illuminating her violated body, of the long-delayed rain pelting on her nakedness and mixing with the blood and sperm, of reassuring rough male voices, first the policemen who found her, then the ambulance attendants who placed her gently on a stretcher.
Then she had been in a hospital room, her mother sobbing by her bed, saying, "Oh, Sherry, why didn't you struggle, fight them off? How could you let this happen to you and disgrace me like this? Now you're damaged goods. Roger will never have you now." Her mother had moaned these complaints for what seemed forever in the haze of sedatives the doctor had given her, but finally Mrs. Adams had gone, hustled out by an angry intern, and Sherry was able to drift into a drugged sleep, visions of that huge black penis looming over her face, flickering shamefully in and out of her dreams.
She was healed again now, in body if not in mind, the bruises on her breasts dissolved back into whiteness, the torn irreplaceable virgin flesh no longer painful. .But the bruises on her mind were still there. Her mother, the doctors, and the nurses at the hospital believed that she was still in shock from the outrage. Mostly, she believed this, too, except for the brief moments when she awoke from a vivid dream of that night, not disgusted at all, but filled with an ache, a longing, for that magical bliss he had almost experienced, that she knew instinctively it was possible to have.
She would not see Roger or speak to him on the phone, believing she should spare him the disgust and pain he would feel, and it was this that caused Mrs. Adams to insist, finally, that she go to a psychiatrist. Roger was a rising lawyer and had money in his own right and Mrs. Adams had foreseen a happy future with such a well-fixed son-in-law. But her stubborn daughter was spoiling this dream and though she felt that psychiatrists were for weaklings, she had made an appointment with Dr. Duncan.
Now they were being welcomed at his suite of offices by his nurse, an attractive brunette of about thirty-five, slender and almost mannish in build. "You must be Sherry Adams," she said, her frank brown eyes traveling slowly from the girl's red curls, down over breasts revealed by a clinging green sweater, taking in the tiny waist, the swelling hips, and the lushly curved legs. She smiled approvingly. "Why, you'll be the prettiest patient he's had in a long time! Mrs. Adams, the doctor prefers to see his patients completely alone. If you will return for Sherry in two hours she will be ready to leave." Firmly she eased Mrs. Adams out of the door, closing it behind the protesting woman. "All right, Sherry, come with me." Seemingly by accident, she pressed her hand against Sherry's well-rounded bottom, squeezing it lightly as she urged her into Dr. Duncan's office. Surprised, but oddly excited by the gesture, Sherry looked at her. Miss Phyffe smiled a warm intimate smile, stared deliberately once more at the pointed breasts thrusting toward her, and licked her lips with a red tongue. "Doctor's waiting, Sherry." She hesitated, then said with soft promise to the bewildered girl, "Don't worry, dear, we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."
At that moment Dr. Duncan rose from his desk and came toward them. "Thank you, Miss Phyffe," he said firmly, closing the door and ushering Sherry to a comfortable armchair. She studied him from under her eyelashes. What she saw was not displeasing to her. Dr. Duncan was old, of course, he must be at least sixty, she thought, but tall and slender, faultlessly dressed in a brown tweed suit, with white hair, a high forehead, and a bristly white mustache.
He's nice, she thought, sort of like the father she never knew.
Dr. Duncan seated himself behind his desk, lit a cigarette, and said, "Now, Sherry, you may have been told that my methods are unorthodox...." He paused, and, unbidden the thought crossed his mind, "Just wait till you find out how unorthodox, you luscious little bitch!" Hastily he continued, "I am going to force you to relive every moment of that experience. I want you to be completely honest with me, to tell me exactly how you felt when you saw the men's penises, how you felt when they touched you, entered you. All this will help you to get rid of the fear you now feel about sex-make you able to live a normal life with Roger. Is that what you want?"
"Oh yes, Doctor!" she breathed. "If only I could get over this feeling of being dirty, unfit for a decent man to touch! I'd give anything, anything!"
"And you will, my dear." He smiled to himself at his double meaning. His use of the word, 'normal' in connection with a life with Roger had been another deliberate double meaning. When he, and some of his friends and patients got through with this girl she would have a very different idea of the meaning of the word, "normal"!
CHAPTER THREE
HYPNOSIS
Sherry, at the doctor's direction, had taken off her shoes and rec-lined on the extra-wide, extra-soft studio couch that took up a corner of the luxurious office. Now, half an hour after the doctor's voice first whispered, "Look at the candle flame, Sherry," she was apparently sleeping. The gentle rise and fall of her breast lifting the green sweater was the only sign of life. There had been a dwindling recollection of other hypnotic phrases-"Your eyes are getting heavy, Sherry. Your eyes are getting heavy. The candle flame is too bright. You want to close your eyes and rest, Sherry...." and then she had gone under.
Satisfied that she was fully under hypnosis, Dr. Duncan sat back in his chair, a small infinitely evil smile flickering across his mouth. "Now," he thought, "now I can get her started on her new life, but I must be careful. Not to frighten her before I gain complete control, that's the trick! I mustn't let myself be too eager ... get too carried away! But she is a delicious piece!" Reminded of the girl's young lush beauty he frowned at the offensive sweater.
"Sherry, listen to me," he commanded softly. The girl moaned a soft assent. "It is very hot in this room, Sherry. Your sweater is too warm. Otherwise you are very comfortable and relaxed, but your sweater bothers you. Take it off, Sherry. Take off your sweater."
The girl stirred restlessly, a frown tightening her brows.
"Now, Sherry, you must obey me," he said quickly, mentally cursing the upbringing that had made her prudish enough to protest his command, even this deep in hypnosis. "You know it is naughty to disobey your doctor," he continued, as though to a child. "You must do what Dr. Duncan says, Sherry. Take off your sweater like a good girl!"
There was a steely strength in his voice and, somewhat reluctantly, the girl sat up. Taking the ribbed bottom of the sweater in her hands she slowly pulled it over her head. Dr. Duncan leaned forward to watch, unconsciously wetting his lips. No matter how often you saw a woman's breasts, there was always something especially exciting about the first time. And that thrill was redoubled for him when the woman was his innocent victim, obeying his command without knowing what she was doing. However, something was spoiling his pleasure. The stupid girl had bound herself in a white bra.
"Your bra, Sherry. You were a good girl to take off your sweater when Dr. Duncan told you to. You know he wants to make you strong and comfortable and happy, don't you?" Meekly the girl nodded. "Well, then," he continued, "you must take off your bra, too. It is tight and uncomfortable and cutting into your soft flesh. You don't need it, Sherry, so unhook it and drop it on the floor."
There was less hesitation this time, for having yielded once to his command it was easier to do so the second time. Disregarding a familiar tightness in the crotch of his beautifully pressed trousers, Dr. Duncan leaned forward to study the lovely naked breasts she had revealed to him. They were even larger than his trained medical eyes had led him to expect. And, even more amazing, the nipples and aureolas were of a dark pigmentation more often flaunted by brunettes than redheads. Could she dye her hair, he wondered? Well, once he had fully savored her partial nakedness he would check that detail. He glanced at his watch. Yes, he still had an hour and fifteen minutes before her mother came back for her, and the faithful Miss Phyffe would stall Mrs. Adams for as long as was necessary to get the girl dressed and ready to go. Briefly Dr. Duncan considered inviting Miss Phyffe in to see the girl. How she would look forward to getting her hot mouth on this one when her turn came! After all, he chuckled to himself, one had to give a loyal partner in debauchery something more than the small salary he paid! And Lou Phyffe would gladly have paid him for the frequent opportunities her job gave her to practice her abnormal arts on his female patients! Well, time enough for Miss Phyffe later after he had what he wanted. Women waited more patiently than men.
He spoke again to Sherry. "Now, my dear, you are very, very comfortable. Your breasts feel good naked under the lamp. You like having me look at them, don't you, Sherry?"
"I-I-n-naughty, naughty, bad girl," Sherry mumbled despairingly.
"No, Sherry. You are a good girl. You did what the doctor ordered and that is very good. Your mother would be pleased with you." Magicaly the girl's face cleared and a smile replaced the guilty frown she had worn.
"What a bitch that mother of hers is!" the doctor thought. "She's the one who tied this child up so badly in prudishness that a rape almost cost her her mind!" I'd like to fix that bitch-and maybe I can!" he thought, filing the notion for future reference. But for now he turned his attention back to the girl.
"Now I want you to lie there and enjoy having a man look at your tits. It feels very good, very good, doesn't it, Sherry?" As his coaxing voice droned on, the girl took a long quivering breath and wiggled her rounded bottom into the soft couch.
"Yes, Doctor, it does feel good. Why," she laughed delightedly, "I like it! I actually do like it!"
"Of course you do. Girls do like it, my dear. In fact, you like it so much, having me look at you and admire you that you want to be even more lovely, don't you?"
Eagerly the girl nodded. "But how, Doctor?"
This was going better than he had dared hope. Despite the inhibitions her mother had given her, this was a hot little piece. Of course, there was a lot of treatment ahead before she would respond this readily without hypnosis, but the signs were good. Now he returned to her question. "Touch your nipples, dear. Tickle the tips so that they stand up for me. You have nice big red tits but they are asleep now. Wake them up!"
Hesitatingly, her stiff index fingers brushed across her nipples-over, and back ... over, and back ... over-then she screamed! "No, oh no!"
Tearing his eyes from the prominent, erect tits he had been watching, Dr. Duncan spoke quickly, "Sherry, listen to me! It's all right! You are with the doctor! It is all right!" Sitting bolt upright, her face contorted with terror, the girl stared straight ahead. At any moment her panic would snap the slender thread of hypnosis he had bound her with. Frightened, Dr. Duncan sought for reliable words to soothe her. She could not come to her senses now, half-naked, for she might either crack completely or turn into a hysterical screaming avenger, her shrieks bringing every doctor on the floor of his building to her rescue. And try to explain that to the profesional colleagues who already viewed him with both distaste and doubts.
"Quiet! Sherry, be calm! You are safe here. Everything is all right! Listen to me! This is what we wanted, to get to the root of the trouble. Tell me about it, and about the rape, now, while your defenses are down."
His effort to return to his world of perverted practice and give her reassurance did no good. She opened her mouth for another scream but at that moment the door burst open and Miss Phyffe, well-schooled in such emergencies, hurried in. Quickly her eyes took in the scene ... the worried doctor, the half-naked girl reliving the terror of the rape she had suffered the previous August and screaming with fear of the sexual needs the doctor had aroused. Miss Phyffe moved quickly to the girl's side and clasped her in her arms. Pulling Sherry's head against her own flat breast she spoke softly, soothingly. "It's all right, dear, Mother is here. Everything is all right now."
Breathlessly the doctor and his nurse waited. The girl swallowed, gulped, then burrowed her head into Lou Phyffe's bosom. "Oh Mommy," she gulped in a childish voice, "I had such a terrible dream."
The conspirators exchanged glances of relief. Softly Lou Phyffe, still in the Mother role, spoke, "I know, dear, but it's over now. Here, let me dress you so you will be warm and cozy. Eagerly the thin dark nurse picked up the discarded brassiere and slipped Sherry's limp arms into it, then, her hands trembling with desire, Lou lifted one large white breast into the bra pocket. Seeing that Sherry was not frightened but apparently pleased with the attention, Lou dared to take the nipple of the still naked breast between her thumb and index finger and roll it back and forth gently. The girl moaned softly with plea sure as her nipple stiffened. Unable to resist the temptation, despite the urgent need to dress the girl and wake her from hypnosis before her anxious mother called, Lou bent her head and sucked the erected nipple into her mouth. She pulled hard on it and then pressed the hot tit against the inside of her upper teeth with her tongue. At the pinching, which was at once rough and gentle, the girl moaned again and her hand came up to press the older woman's head even closer to her throbbing tit.
Looking fearfully at his watch, the doctor pressed Lou's shoulder. "Lou, Lou," he whispered urgently. "There isn't time for that! My Lord, that woman'll be walking in here any minute! Lou, you've got to cut it out!"
Reluctantly, the woman's mouth pulled lingeringly away from the swollen nipple. "All right, Doc, but you've got to promise. As soon as possible I get her for an evening-all to myself, right?"
"Yes, I promise, but for God's sake, let's get her dressed now!"
Efficiently the woman complied, and in a matter of seconds the girl lay on the couch again, fully clothed. Lou, with a last reminding glance at the doctor returned to her desk.
Dr. Duncan watched her go, frowning, then turned to the unconscious girl. "Soon you will wake up, Sherry. You will feel very relaxed and comfortable. You will remember nothing that has happened since you went to sleep. Do you understand? Remember nothing!"
"Yes, Dr. Duncan," she murmured drowsily.
"You will feel very good, Sherry. When you think of what happened to you in August you will have less fear and horror. You will feel relaxed and your breasts will feel warm and good." He hesitated, then decided to risk it. "Your nipples will tingle every so often, Sherry, and you will have a feeling of excitement when you think of being looked at and touched there, but you will remember nothing about the last hour, except my command that you must always do what the doctor tells you. I will make you well and happy." He looked at the girl's smiling face. All in all, the two-hour session had gone well, better even than he had hoped, despite the anxious moments she had given them. "Now Sherry, when I count to three you will awaken. One ... two ... three ... !"
Slowly the girl's eyes opened and she drew a big sigh. Then she yawned and sat up. "Oh Doctor! Why, I must have fallen asleep! Oh, my, I feel so good! Golly, I feel alive and almost happy for the first time since it happened!" A spasm of pain crossed her face. "Will I recover, Doctor? Will I be whole again and able to marry, and ... and ... everything?"
Smiling, the doctor put his arm around her shoulders and walked with her toward the door. "Yes, my dear child," he said. "I think I can promise you that you will enjoy the pleasures of life-even ones you didn't know existed more than you ever thought possible! And now, my dear, your mother will be waiting to take you home. I will see you again at two, the day after tomorrow and then we will go further into the circumstances that brought you here."
CHAPTER FOUR
TOTAL EXPOSURE
TWO DAYS LATER SHERRY WAS ALREADY UNDER hypnosis. She had gone under very quickly this time and Dr. Duncan was pleased. He had two hours with her and planned to make the most of them. His lips tightened with annoyance as he thought of the difficulty in arranging for the two hour session. Mrs. Adams had protested vigorously that she could not afford such frequent or lengthy visits and he had been forced to offer to see Sherry as often and as long as he felt necessary for a flat weekly fee. True, he didn't need money badly, but the defeat annoyed him. Oh, well, he thought, it would be worth it!
"Now, Sherry," he addressed the entranced girl, "how have you been feeling since you were here Tuesday?"
She hesitated but, this deep in hypnosis, her resistance to the invasion of her privacy was small. "Fine, Doctor. But-but-you will think me awful, I know, but I have been thinking a lot about the rape. And," she burst into distressed tears, "Oh, it's awful, but I have been thinking of it with pleasure! My breasts start to tingle, and I want to touch them, and then the thoughts come, and I want something, I need something, I don't know what!" Helplessly she sobbed with shame.
Dr. Duncan smiled with satisfaction. "Don't cry, Sherry. You are doing just the right thing, just what I wanted! This is what will make you better, dear ... to relive your experience, get it out in the open where it can't lie and fester and poison you. Once you have looked at it again and again you will start to see it as a natural thing, and your feelings as the correct ones for a healthy eighteen-year-old girl. Then you will be ready for love and marriage."
He stopped to fill his pipe and waited for the tears to stop. "All right, child. Now we want to make you comfortable. Do you remember what we did last time?"
A blush suffused her face and she nodded.
"Well, then, Sherry, what are you waiting for? You know that to get well you must do as Doctor tells you. Take off your blouse and brassiere, please!"
With a strange mixture of reluctance and eagerness the girl obeyed him. This time, perhaps in anticipation, perhaps in terror, the girl's nipples were already erect, pointing stiffly at the ceiling. As before, he was almost startled by the deep rose of the aureolas.
"You remember what we did before, Sherry? You touched yourself and it felt good. You liked it, didn't you?"
"Oh Doctor! Well, yes, yes, I guess I did, but it's wrong to do that! It's sinful!"
Her voice threatened to go out of control and the doctor tensed. "Oh God," he thought, "not another hysterical scene!" But his voice was soft, soothing, when he spoke. "Sherry, be calm! Your mother told you it was sinful, didn't she?" She nodded and his angry determination to get even with Mrs. Adams deepened. "Well, she was wrong! I am the doctor. Doctors are trained to make people healthy and well. They know more than other people about the body."
Even in his own mind, Dr. Duncan seldom faced the fact that the title he used so proudly was, in fact, meaningless. "Dr." Duncan had been attending a school of veterinary medicine in a small second-rate college when he attempted to perform an abortion on a local farm girl whom he had gotten into trouble. Fortunately for the girl a passerby had noticed her entering the unsavory rooming house where David lived and phoned her mother. Her brothers were alerted and reached the scene before David had been able to do more than stretch the frightened naked girl on his rumpled bed preparatory to starting 'surgery.'
Badly beaten by the enraged young men, David had been hospitalized, and while recovering, had received a letter notifying him of his expulsion from the college. There was no longer, therefore, any reason for him to stay on in town, and he took a bus for the nearest large city where he might lose himself before it occurred to the girl's brothers to force him to marry her!
The five years that followed were also ones that David ruled out of memory. He had been a mildly successful con man, using his skill with words and susceptible women to live fairly well, until one night when, having had too much to drink, he became angered by the refusal of the woman he was out with to have intercourse with him. He raped her, beating her badly in the process, and she brought charges against him. This had turned out to be a blessing in disguise for in prison David was assigned to the library. Here, bored, and badly in need of sex release, he stumbled on a shelf of books on abnormal psychology. First he read only the case histories which he found exciting, then his interest was caught up and he began really to study the field of sexology.
by the time he was released from prison, David was ready for his new profession. He had entered to serve his sentence as David Smith; as soon as he was released, he set about becoming Dr. David Duncan. Here his prison contacts helped him. Armed by the name of a competent forger, David equipped himself with enough false documents to function as a psychological consultant, provided no one examined his papers too closely. True, he could not safely lay claim to being an M.D., but neither did he deny it, and, once established, who would ask? And though he dared not publish his findings, that would be more than compensated for by the unique opportunity he would have to indulge all his repressed sexual desires-and make money while doing so!
Now all he needed was some operating capital, and a respectable 'front'. He found both in the person of Maybelle Bradenton, the wealthy and bewildered widow of a successful clothing manufacturer. Sweeping her off her feet was easy; he still had all the glibness of his con game years, plus his magic title of Doctor! She became his wife, and it was her money that set him up in his plush-and rather unique-suite of offices. She was his adoring slave for the following ten years at the end of which she obligingly became ill and died, following an unsuccessful operation. Having inherited all of her money, David no longer had to work, but he realized that his perverted desires for domination and sexual indulgences could be satisfied most readily in his present situation. And his economic plenty permitted him to take patients who could not otherwise afford him. If a young woman or a young man!-attracted him enough he could even treat her, or him, as a charity case! All in all, David Duncan, born Smith, was a smugly satisfied man as he sat, carefully watching Sherry's response to his talk about the superiority of medical men.
"Sherry," he continued now, "your mother sent you to me because she knows I know more than she does. That is why she is paying me to treat you. She wants you to do as I say, doesn't she?"
Sherry frowned in thought. "I-I guess so, Doctor. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
Pleased at winning the battle he sat back. "Of course, dear. Now play with your breasts. Rub your tits. That's the way!"
His voice rang with triumph, for the girl, who had never let herself feel passion or desire, was filled with a need for satisfaction, so long denied her. Eagerly her hands clasped her breasts. Sighing with bliss, eyes closed, she squeezed them firmly, then more firmly till the swollen nipples looked as though they would burst. Her breath came faster and suddenly she dropped her right breast and grabbed the left tit between thumb and index finger. She pinched herself rhythmically, her hips beginning to wiggle against the couch she lay on.
"My God, she's so hot she'll come just doing this to herself!" the doctor thought with amazement. "She's a classic case of how repression builds desire in a healthy body; if I dared publish, I'd write this up for the medical journal! Watching the blissfully squirming girl he was aware that he could easily go further than he had expected. "All right, Sherry. That's very good! But it can be even better, dear. Stop for a minute."
The panting girl moaned a reluctant protest but obeyed him. "You see how good it is to do as I tell you, don't you?"
Eagerly she said, "Oh yes, Doctor! I'll do anything you say!"
"Very well. Now take off your skirt and panties and we will take the next step." He watched, delighted by the passionate girl's total surrender to his voice. For she had pulled the skirt down off her ankles and feet. With trembling hands she slipped out of her panties and lay, revealed, before him. Delighted, his eyes feasted on her, noting that she was a true redhead. Tangled curls of dark red hair formed the magic triangle that created an arrow pointing to her sex. Of course, at the moment her legs were closed and his view was limited to studying the hard swollen breasts, the tiny waist, the swelling hips, and the lush firm thighs which tapered to rounded knees, full calves, and tiny ankles, but now he had no doubt that before he was through with her she would beg to reveal every hidden part of herself, both to him, and, when she had had more of his 'treatment,' to those men and women he selected for her.
As he had been studying her he had been amused to note that her hand, unbidden by him, had crept again to toy with her swollen tit. He let her excitement build again then asked softly, "Tell me, Sherry, how do you feel ... down there?"
"Oh Doctor," she breathed, "I am hot and, and wet, and I feel sort of swollen and throbbing. Oh tell me, am I awful?"
"No, my dear child. You are exactly right. That is how you should feel, only you can feel even better than that if you do as I say."
"Yes?" she asked with almost no sign of the fear or hesitation he had come to expect from her. "What should I do, then?"
"Doesn't your body tell you, Sherry?" If you believe me, that this is normal and good and nothing to be ashamed of, what do you want to do?"
He watched as her free hand, the right one, moved slowly down over her stomach, paused briefly and shyly at the triangle of curls. Then her index finger protruded stiffly and disappeared into the hardly visible slit between her tightly clasped legs. The hand moved, the finger seeking instinctively for the clitoris, then she gasped with pleasure as nature directed her to the site of greatest feeling. He could imagine the unseen clitoris, hard, and erect from the prolonged toying with her tits, and from years of needing this attention which her conscience had denied her. About to direct her further he decided to wait and see what would happen.
Her left hand had continued to squeeze her right breast and roll the nipple rhythmically, and under the excitement of this, and with the help of the deep hypnosis she was under, her natural modesty was deserting her. She had inserted two more fingers into her tight slit then, becoming impatient with the restriction to movement, her legs began to spread. Under his fascinated gaze, the oozing pinkness of her cunt was being revealed. Still too inexperienced and innocent to know the greater pleasures that her hand could afford, she continued to manipulate her clitoris, her tit being pinched in cadence with her masturbation. This left the whole lower part of her vagina open to his gaze, the slit, the beginnings of the entrance into her body that was so innocently displayed and that craved the hard penis of an aroused man to satisfy it.
Thinking of a hard penis, he became aware of his own physical response to her. There was no danger of her becoming aware of what he was doing, blind with excitement as she was, and by God, this would tax the resistance of a better man than him! Quickly he unzipped his fly and took his throbbing prick in his hand. Had Sherry been aware enough to look she would have seen something that would have caused her to forget Jimmy, the poorly built defiler of her virginity. For Dr. Duncan was a man! As he started sliding the skin up and down his prick, his hand, large as it was, reached only halfway up its length. The head, large and swollen with the prolonged teasing it had taken from watching the eager excited girl, was red with the blood pulsing in it. "By God, I wish I thought it was safe to shove you into that wet little bitch!" he whispered to his prick. "But be patient. At this rate in another visit or two you'll get in her cunt and some other places you like as well! This is a hot one!"
And indeed she was! Frantic with urgency her hand was circling and pressing with almost brutal force on her hungry cunt. She had forgotten everything but her desperate need for satisfaction and in her search for it her legs had pulled up and parted so that she was fully open to his gloating eyes. So aroused was she that not only her cunt but the insides of her white thighs were slippery with the sparkling crystal fluid that continued to ooze from her open slit. Every so often, annoyed by the excessive lubrication that cut down the clitoral friction she was enjoying she wiped her hand across her breast or stomach, leaving a trail of wetness to mark its passage. Her hips squirmed and twisted under the harsh massage he was giving herself, and, in his chair, a foot away the doctor's hand stroking his prick kept time with her movements, while his eyes eagerly watched her shameless display. Prudently, seeing that she was nearing climax and knowing that he would join her, he pulled a handful of tissues from the box on his desk. She had been groaning with passion, unaware of everything but the desperate need of her deprived body, and suddenly she moaned blissfully. Her body contorted, throwing her cunt upward toward her pressing fingers; her legs, already extended were pulled up and doubled, instinctively trying to clasp the male body that should have moved between them. Poised, stiffened in bliss, she lay on her upper back and shoulders for what seemed endless time. Watching her the doctor could wait no longer, and at the last rub of his fist his prick exploded.
Hurriedly, just in time, he held the tissues under his exploding cock. The white milky sperm squirted vigorously in a long hard jet, then in gradually diminishing smaller spurts. Finally he sighed, and taking another tissue, wiped himself, throwing the balled evidence of his orgasm into the desk-side waste basket. Satisfied to a point, he slid his penis back into his trousers and zipped himself, returning his attention to his patient. She, too, had collapsed, and was lying on her back, legs straightened and hands lying loosely, still glistening with the wetness of her cunt. She shivered from the after effects of her wild frenzy at intervals, and on her face was the blissful smile of fulfillment.
With some faint tenderness the doctor looked at her. So innocent, and yet so ready for all the pleasures he was going to teach her. How they would laugh together one day over her first experience with masturbation! She would know so much more on that future day; she would have learned the joys of a man's cock in her, of a woman's mouth sucking her clitoris, of a group taking her, using every opening of her body as they wished, of begging on her knees for sex, and again begging for sex to stop ... of being had, and owned, and commanded, and finally, and always, rewarded with bliss that she was only beginning to suspect existed!
He glanced at his watch. "Time to dress, Sherry," he said quietly, and, as she stretched and began obediently to search for her discarded clothing, he decided to chance a big step forward.
"Sherry. When I count three, you will awaken. This time you will remember what you did, what happened. There will be no guilt, Sherry, no guilt. You will remember everything with joy. You will be eager to return here to repeat this bliss-to learn more that I will teach you. You will not touch yourself till you come here so that you will have an even better time then than you did today. Is that clear?"
She said weakly, "Yes. I am to remember this with no guilt, with joy."
"You will tell your mother nothing. Just that you think I am helping you, and I am helping you. But you will remember that your mother is no longer your master, Sherry. I am the doc tor. I am the one you obey!" His voice was strong, steely, not to be ignored.
"Yes, Doctor. I will tell Mother nothing. I will obey you, always."
He smiled at the dutiful girl. "Good, my dear. And in return I will give you great joy! And now, you will awaken ... One ... two ... three!"
She stirred and opened her eyes. As she saw him, and looked about the quiet luxurious office, awareness came back into her eyes. Gradually a blush started growing and deepening as she realized what she had done, what he had seen her do.
"Look at me!" he commanded sharply.
Her eyes came up to his. He stared deliberately into her face then let his eyes sweep down over her figure boldly. Trembling she watched him look at her face again. He smiled slowly, a knowing possessive smile that fascinated and repelled her, that made her ache with humiliation, yet at the same time excited her with fresh promises of bliss. Sealing an unspoken contract, asserting his domination of her, still with his eyes locked on hers, he reached out casually and squeezed her swollen breast, in something of the manner one might stroke a faithful dog. She recognized the contemptuous gesture, started to lift a hand to repulse him, then stopped and stood submissively before him.
Triumphant, he smiled. "You are a good girl, my dear. You have learned well who is master here. I will see you tomorrow at two o'clock!"
As she nodded and turned to leave he called to her. "And, Sherry, nothing under your dress tomorrow, understand?"
Helpless, stunned, she could only nod her agreement, already yearning to return to this room and to obey this man.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE NURSE
Dr. Duncan was pacing his office. He had cancelled his one o'clock appointment in order to have time to think. Although he was regarded dubiously by his fellow counselors, he had gained a reputation of sorts in the field of treating sexual problems and practitioners who preferred not to delve into the distasteful area of severe sexual illness sometimes referred patients to him. The one o'clock patient was one of those-one he had not been able to find an excuse for not accepting. Usually he took only attractive women and over-sexed men whether straight or queer didn't matter. But this damn bitch was a fat housewife who was involved emotionally-and he suspected sexually-with her dog! As far as he was concerned she could have raped a whole kennel, but he had owed the referring counselor a favor and thus been forced to accept her. Oh, well, at least he wouldn't have to listen to her obscene yearnings today!
He wanted to plan his treatment of Sherry who was due in an hour. His strong response to her yesterday was still with him and by God he wanted her now, flat on her back with his hard prick banging the hell out of her! Usually he preferred to get his fun arranging the orgies that took place with more advanced patients under the guise of 'group therapy,' directing their contortions, watching and enjoying their performances, like a puppeteer pulling the strings, but this girl awoke some spark of youthful passion in him and he wanted a session with her himself. The problem was that he wanted it right now and his past experience informed him that moving too rapidly could push her right back into the guilt and fear she had when she came to him, thus undoing his work so far. No, he thought, better not rush it, but he was going to get something out of it today, come hell or high water!
He considered the problem a minute, puffing his pipe, then his face cleared. He pressed the button of the intercom on his desk and the faithful Lou Phyffe appeared in the doorway. "Lou," he said, "after Sherry gets here lock the outer door and tell the phone answering service that we have had to go out on an emergency." At her questioning look he said, "I'm going to give you a shot at that girl, Lou. Like that?"
"Oh, Doc," the attractive brunette exclaimed. You know she turns me on!"
"Just one thing, though, Lou! You don't get her all to yourself-I'm getting a little fun with her, too, understand?"
The woman's face darkened then she shrugged. "Okay, David. You're the boss! Anyhow, when you and the men you fix her up with finish with her, I'll probably wind up with her anyway, and she'll really appreciate a woman then."
She left to make the arrangements that would insure an uninterrupted two hours with Sherry, and, satisfied, the doctor sat back in his chair to plan the 'therapy' in store for Sherry.
Promptly at two Sherry entered his office. She had obeyed his orders and the outline of hard erect nipples, unrestrained by a bra, showed clearly in her cashmere sweater. Blushing she watched the course of his observant gaze.
He smiled at her. "I see you obeyed me, Sherry. That's a good girl. Now, undress completely and lie down."
"But, but-the hypnosis, Doctor! I'm not sure I could do all that without it!"
"Oh, we'll see to that this time. But you must get used to the idea soon of going without it. After all, dear, if you and Roger marry, I can't be there on your wedding night to hypnotize you into bed with him, now can I?"
He murmured to her briefly as her eyes stared at the candle flame he held before her and, within seconds, she was under. He buzzed for Lou.
"Now, Sherry," he addressed the hypnotized girl, "today we are going to work through your problem with your mother. To do this-to straighten out your neurotic slavish obedience to her, which is not normal for an eighteen-year-old girl, Miss Phyffe will show you what a relationship between two adult women should be a source of pleasure. You will do as she suggests."
"Oh, yes, Doctor," Sherry murmured dutifully.
Eyes glistening, Lou sank down on the wide couch. Eagerly her eyes swept the naked body of the girl. "God, Sherry, you are lovely!" Hungrily her hand went to cup the girl's breast. "God, what tits! So big and red! But let's make them bigger, hmmm, Sherry?"
Quickly her mouth went to the nipple. She sucked gently at first, but with increasing roughness, tonguing, and finally, nipping with white front teeth. Sherry moaned under these attentions, her breath coming fast. Her hand snaked out to stroke the short mannish hair on Lou's head and to push the hungry mouth even more strongly against her tingling tit.
"Oh, Lou, honey, that's good," she whispered throatily.
Choosing her moment, Lou took Sherry's unoccupied hand and guided it to her own small, hard breast. She had been unbuttoning her white uniform in the last minute and was half-naked now. She pulled her hot mouth away from Sherry and rose to disrobe. Sherry mumbled a protest at this pause and Lou said, as she slipped out of her briefs, "Open your eyes and look at me, dear. Do you like me?"
She stood over Sherry, naked. Her body was darkly tanned from summer weekends at a swinging nudist colony where she prowled for girls who might be eager for her kind of love, and dark pubic hair curled with lush glossy vitality on her sex. Her breasts were small compared to Sherry's, but still possessed a feminine curve and boasted unusually high brown nipples. The whole effect was saucy and pert. Her hips were slender, her thighs hard and muscular from tennis at that same nudist camp, but nonetheless they, too, were unmistakably feminine. At thirty-five Lou Phyffe, naked, reminded one lucky enough to see her, of a virginal girl of fifteen, not yet grown to a woman's fullness, but this impression was lost when one noticed her long almond-shaped brown eyes in which there was no innocence, but rather a worldly knowledge that had taken a full fourteen years of experimental sex to acquire.
Lou had come a long way to her preference for women. At sixteen, looking much as she did today, Lou had joined a group of teenagers who were out for thrills. After two glasses of gin she had allowed all ten boys in the group to screw her. Even now when she thought of that experience she was torn between excitement at the memory of those ten penises rubbing, banging, squirting in her, and humiliation at the memory of what followed.
One of the boys, a rich kid named Randy, had had a Polaroid camera with him and, unknown to her in her drunken giggling passion, he had used the time he wasn't on top of her to take pictures. Lou was shown in the prints with each of the other nine boys, her legs spread to accommodate them, her face contorted into every expression of lust, excitement, and bliss, her breasts squeezed, pinched, and fondled by the aroused young men. And Randy had not neglected to get several shots of the line of naked boys, most of them with strong erections, obviously waiting their turn.
With the cruelty of youth, Randy had circulated his pictures around the high school. For the remaining two years she spent in school, Lou was never free of the memory of that night. Boys she had never met knew her-knew the look of her naked breasts, and were intimately acquainted with the sight of her cunt, taken in close-up, after the last boy had finished with her. Snickers and pointing fingers followed her through those two agonizing years; she was never free of them.
Because word had, of course, reached the other girls in school, they would have nothing more to do with her and as a result, gradually Lou accepted what she could get-screwing sessions in automobiles, on blankets at beach picnics, even a few gang-bangs because the fumbling caresses, followed by an over-fast orgasm with one boy, weren't enough to satisfy her. With several boys, however, no matter how lousy each was individually, sooner or later her cunt got enough action to bring her those moments of bliss that seemed, briefly, to make it all worthwhile.
Somehow Lou, the class lay, endured those two years to high school graduation. She had taken shorthand and typing in school and, with eighty-six dollars, painfully saved from babysitting jobs, she left Newton behind her forever and headed for New York. Here she quickly found a secretarial job and began what she thought would be a new life.
Those two years in school had marked her permanently, however. She met a young man in her office with whom she started dating. Things went fine and she really felt that she had finally shaken the past. Then one night when John took her home she yielded to his pleas that she go to bed with him. Stimulated by her experienced caresses, John had hardly inserted his prick in her cunt before he came. When he went into her bathroom to wash she faced what she thought of as the truth. One man would never satisfy her-there was something terribly wrong with her, something sick, that kept her from being satisfied by less than four or five men. Never could she marry, live a normal life! Despairingly she had slashed her wrists.
John, horrified by what he found when he returned to the bedroom, had called a doctor, left her apartment door ajar, and disappeared from her life. The doctor who arrived and sewed up the slashed wrists got some of her story from the hysterical girl and promptly referred her to Dr. Duncan.
Under his treatment she had learned that she was not abnormal, that she had never known a man old enough or smart and experienced enough to satisfy a woman. David, (for she thought of Dr. Duncan by his first name), had made love to her, slowly, patiently, with skilled knowledge of a woman's body and a woman's needs, and she had had her orgasm. But something was missing. The thrill of sick excitement that she found in the group bangs was necessary to her. In Dr. Duncan's 'group therapy' sessions she found an outlet, but she found something else, something better.
In the years that the girls in her school had ignored her she had ached with an unsatisfied need for female companionship. Because they would have nothing to do with her and boys would, she thought of women as pure, superior to the filth that she and her boy friends practiced.
Women had remained on that pedestal until Dr. Duncan came into her life. One night, in the group therapy room, she had been exposed to a lesbian. She would never forget that marvelous night. Here was a woman, a pure superior wonderful woman, who would not only speak to her, but more, would do unbelievable things to her body that made her scream with ecstasy. Brenda, older, rich, and highly skilled, had supported her and cherished her, and taught her every skill one woman could practice on another. Lou was a fast learner and soon she found greater pleasure in playing the role of man than woman. Brenda and she had parted in a raging fight over the possession of a young girl, new to their circle, and Lou had gone on the prowl, unattached and seeking a mate, a mate she could dominate as she had been dominated.
During this period she had continued to see Dr. Duncan occasionally when the old need for a group sex session came over her. One night he suggested that she work for him as his nurse and secretary and she agreed. She had been with him for three years now and it was working out well. Her salary was adequate, she could attend his 'therapy' session whenever she wished, and he was a steady source of women. The bull dykes she left alone, but the lush curvy girls whom he or she could influence into the kind of bisexual activity they enjoyed, she had a fair chance at, and the pure, passive lesbians were all hers! For this she adored him and would obey any command he was moved to give her.
And now David, wonderful David, was offering this lush, passionate, innocent girl to her! She knew that in the two hours ahead he would share in whatever way he desired, but that was his right. And, as she had told him, there would be other days that would be all hers!
"Sherry," she repeated, "Sherry, do you like me?"
CHAPTER SIX
NEW KINDS OF LOVE
Sherry had been studying the body of the woman standing over her. She was familiar with the naked bodies of other girls, of course, had seen them in the showers at gym class, or on frequent overnight visits to the homes of friends, but her innocence had kept her from thinking of them as love objects. Now, however, with her nipples still throbbing excitingly from Lou's attentions, she was aware of the other woman as someone who could give her pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, "I do like you, Lou! I think you are lovely ... so tan ... and such tiny breasts, not huge melons like mine!"
Pleased, Lou sank down beside her. Stretching her naked body against Sherry's, she pulled the girl over on her side so that they were pressed breast to breast, loin to loin. She took Sherry's hand and placed it on her breast. "Now, Sherry, show me if you have learned anything from what I did to you!"
Sherry hesitated, but, strangely excited by the new feeling of another woman's breast in her hand, she began shyly to squeeze the small saucy tit Lou offered her. As she fondled the nipple Lou forced her muscular thigh between Sherry's legs, pressing it hard against the wet slit. Shifting, she pressed Sherry's mouth to her nipple. Instinctively, Sherry began to suck and mouth the other girl, and then, feeling the increasing pressure of Lou's leg between hers, her body began to move against the leg, straining for the satisfaction she had only known once when she fingered herself at Dr. Duncan's direction. Lou let her stimulate herself for a moment then, roughly, she grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her mouth level with her own. Grinding her demanding lips on Sherry's, she forced her tongue into Sherry's mouth. With passion mounting, she ran her tongue where it wished, exploring Sherry's soft wet tongue, sliding over her clean white teeth, jabbing in and out in imitation of a penis in a cunt. Sherry was writhing with pleasure, her legs squeezing the thigh between them, and her cunt squirming against it. Lou knew the moment was ripe for the first step. She pulled her mouth away from Sherry's and pushed the girl roughly on her back.
"Now, you darling little bitch," she panted, "I'll really give you something you'll like! And next time you'll beg for it-with or without hypnosis!"
Kneeling over the eager girl Lou slowly trailed her wet tongue down over the rounded pink stomach while her hands pressed Sherry's legs apart. She paused to look at the girl. Sherry was lying in a position of total surrender. Her arms were over her head, the tumbled red hair making a frame for the blissful young face. As a result of the attention they had received, her nipples were standing, as big around as a man's small fingertip, and fully an inch long. Her body was quivering with excitement, and, between the spread legs her cunt waited, wet and glistening with passion.
Lou could wait no longer. Cupping each of the girl's buttocks in a rough squeezing hand she raised Sherry's cunt to her hungry mouth. Wet tongue met wet clitoris and she fell to work, licking, tickling, teasing.
"Oh God," Sherry cried, "Oh, Lou, I'm going mad! Do something to me-I'm burning up! Oh please, please, I need it, I want it! Lou, for God's sake...." The girl was almost weeping as she rolled under the expert tongue that was rousing her to such heights of passion that already yesterday's masturbation seemed like child's play. Her legs were bent double, as high and wide open as she could get them as she presented herself to that adored, tantalizing female tongue.
Lou laughed with delight then deliberately squeezed the round warm buttocks of the girl with cruel force. Sherry cried out in surprise. "Oooh, that hurt!" and as Lou repeated the hard pinch, "No! Stop it!"
Lou lifted her wet mouth. "Stop it?" she asked lazily. "Well, of course, dear, if you don't want any more...? "
"No!" wailed the distracted girl. "I do want it, I do want more! I meant...."
Lou raised her eyebrows. "You don't make yourself clear, dear. What is it you want?"
"I-I want-I want you to go on, licking me there, but don't hurt me, Lou. Please, honey...."
Unnoticed, Dr. Duncan had stripped and now sat naked watching the two abandoned women. His penis was huge and throbbing and he intended to enter the game in short order. Now, however, he was enjoying this. Lou was getting in her training early. She had developed, in the three years she had worked for him into an interesting type. Her repressed urge, which he had not bothered to treat, to punish women, all women, for the cruelty her schoolmates had shown her, was in conflict with her passion for her own sex. She was resolving this conflict by making her technique so superior that once an experienced woman began to enjoy the pleasure she gave, the woman would agree to almost any reasonable pain or humiliation to have her continue. Now he was interested to see if this would work as well on the innocent Sherry.
Lou was speaking. "You want me to go on giving you pleasure, but you want to tell me how to do it, is that it? Well, I've got news for you, dear. I call it! I give what I want to, and you take whatever I dish out! If that's clear, make up your mind, Sherry. Shall I go on and finish you off my way, or shall I stop right now?" As she spoke she had slipped her finger into the girl's slippery vagina and was rubbing it in and out. Helplessly Sherry was responding to the maddening fingering.
"All right, Lou," she said, barely above a whisper, "do whatever you want, only do something to take this wanting away-I can't stand it!"
triumphantly Lou's mouth went down on her again, and at the same time she pinched. The girl sucked in her breath with pain but said nothing. She was panting with passion as Lou sucked and pulled on the erect clitoris and it was obvious that anything could be done to her while her need for satisfaction was at this peak. Dr. Duncan squashed out a half-smoked cigarette and moved to the side of the couch.
"It's time to learn something new, Sherry," he said, kneeling so that his swollen penis was level with the girl's mouth. "Put your hand around me," he ordered. "And, Lou, don't give it to her completely till I tell you. Work with me on this, Lou."
Taking Sherry's hand he wrapped it around his prick, and, holding her hand in his, began to move it up and down. Lou was watching, going along with him as they had done with other patients before. Her tongue was caressing Sherry's cunt lazily, enough to keep her wild, but not enough to bring her the satisfaction she was frantic to feel. Realizing that she must do as the doctor ordered in order to have Lou make her come, Sherry picked up the rhythm the doctor wanted, and lay, her cunt straining toward Lou's mouth while her hand obediently stroked the shaft of Dr. Duncan's prick.
"Oh, hell," he said suddenly. "I was going to settle for this, but it's not good enough! Sherry, open your mouth and put my prick in it!"
Sherry stiffened with horror. Even under hypnosis, and wild with passion she knew this was wrong! Sensing her resistance, Lou paused in her attentions to Sherry's dripping cunt. "Do as the doctor tells you, dear," she said in a sweetly threatening voice, "or you won't get yours!"
For a long moment, Sherry resisted the temptation. Then her young eager body betrayed her and slowly, reluctantly, she guided the doctor's prick into her mouth. She had hardly enveloped the head when, putting his hand on the back of her head to hold her firm, the doctor rammed his huge organ to the back of her throat.
Sherry gagged, but somehow managed not to be sick. As the doctor began pushing his penis in and out of her mouth, Sherry found that the sensation was not unpleasant.
Except for the rape she had undergone, Sherry had never seen a man naked, and even now, a month and a half later, she remembered the huge black prick that had passed across her vision when the Negro, Roscoe, had masturbated between her breasts. She did not fully admit it to herself, but the memory made her long to know more about this strange part of a man's body, made her want to look at it, and feel it, and caress it. Thinking something of this, Sherry had begun moving her curious tongue around the penis stuffed in her mouth. She played, feeling the shape of the heart-shaped head, the short slit at the top, the odd half-cord that ran from the top of the heart down the underside of the long stiff organ, then her hand crept up to feel his testicles which had been bobbing against the side of her neck. Holding the two balls, feeling curiously, she began to suck the hard rod in her mouth. Delighted by her ready response the doctor began rubbing with his hand the portion of his prick that would not fit into the inexperienced girl's mouth.
Lou had watched this byplay, keeping Sherry's excitement at fever pitch but still unsatisfied, and now, having sucked him off many times, Lou recognized that David was about to come. Quickly she fastened her mouth on Sherry's erect clitoris and sucked in earnest, pulling and mouthing the hard erect lump that pulsed with a life of its own under her attentions.
Totally blissful, under the heavenly feeling of her engorged clitoris being sucked as hard and fast as she wanted it, she began to pull with equal eagerness on Dr. Duncan's cock. Though she had blocked from her mind what happened when Roscoe came between her breasts, now the memory flooded back, the hot sticky exciting liquid spurting onto her, and, instead of being repelled she was wildly aroused. She knew that the doctor would spurt like this in a minute, only this time it would not be on, but in her! Beyond moral considerations, beyond guilt, a deep animal part of her knew that she wanted his sperm in her mouth, wanted to suck him in, drink the liquid he would feed her.
Lou's sucking lips gave an extra hard tug and suddenly her body exploded into sensation. Wildly she clamped her legs around Lou's head to force that heavenly adored sucking mouth harder and harder against her. Lou nipped gently with her front teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to send her into new spirals of bliss as her whole body dissolved into quivering sensation.
At the same time the doctor reached a climax. Involuntarily he grunted and his sperm shot into her throat. She swallowed, then was forced to swallow again as some of the precious emission spilled from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. Her exploring tongue gently caressed the still throbbing prick, then hungrily she sucked again, draining the last drop.
Dazed, drifting on sapphire and ruby waves of bliss, she felt his limp penis slip from her mouth at the same time that Lou lifted her head, her entire face wet with the juice of Sherry's ripe cunt. Slowly her heavy eyes fell shut so that she did not see the smile of triumph that Lou and David exchanged. "We've got her hooked!" it said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
REVENGE
Dr. Duncan paced the crimson carpeted floor of his office. Furiously he kicked a leather embossed waste basket out of his way, spilling balls of rolled up paper and cigarette butts on the immaculate broadloom.
"By God!" he swore aloud. "By God!"
The target of this usually controlled man's rage was none other than Sherry's mother, Mrs. Adams-Sarah Adams, if he remembered the bitch's name correctly! Up until today Sherry's progress had been so good that his hopes for her total sexual exploitation seemed on the brink of fulfillment. Today, however, she had been oddly listless and unresponsive when she entered his office and had nervously taken an armchair instead of promptly heading for the couch on which she usually lay. Ignoring her action he had chatted idly, skillfully leading the conversation to the focus of her new attitude.
And, as he had half suspected, the cause of it was that frigid mother of hers!
Sherry, growing more relaxed as she talked, explained that it had become increasingly difficult to resist her mother's probing about what actually went on in the therapy sessions. Finally, more to stop the questions than anything else, Sherry had confessed that the treatment was geared to help her develop a healthy attitude toward sex, and, pressed as to how this was being accomplished, had admitted that Dr. Duncan had recommended masturbation, although, she hastened to add, she had said nothing to her mother about what had actually transpired!
Mrs. Adams had promptly insisted that Sherry give up treatment, the girl explained, but, faced with her suddenly stubborn daughter's refusal, had finally agreed to let her continue for a few more sessions, providing there was no further talk of masturbation!
Dr. Duncan had found it difficult to conceal his rage. Now Mrs. Adams was not only standing in his way through the Nineteenth Century inhibitions she had implanted in the girl's mind, but, by God, she was directing his therapy!
It was obvious that for today, at least, he would be crazy to risk any sexual encounter with Sherry; in her upset state, with all her partially subdued guilt rampant, all he would do would be to provoke a repeat of her hysterical outburst when he had first revealed her repressed sexuality to her.
His mind working feverishly for a way to punish her mother, Dr. Duncan had led the girl into a discussion of her childhood and the attitudes of her parents, refrained from hypnosis, and dismissed the puzzled girl early, making an appointment for later in the week.
Now, as he paced, he was going over what Sherry had told him of her mother's background, piecing together the gaps with the cement of his imagination.
Sarah Brookfield had been born forty-one years before in a small Massachusetts town. She had never known her parents-her father, fortune wiped out in the stock market crash of 1929, had committed suicide, and, weakened by the terrible shock, her mother had given premature birth to Sarah, then hemorrhaged massively and fatally. Sarah, surviving, had been turned over to the care of two spinster aunts who taught in the local grammar school. These women, twenty years older than Sarah's mother, had raised their niece conscientiously but without love or imagination. More important, along with her ABC's, by word and by silence they had given her an attitude toward men that she would never, in all likelihood, lose. Men, they had taught her, were filthy animals, both physically and mentally. They had but one thing in mind-to use their superior strength to force pure unsullied women into disgusting, degrading, un mentionable acts which gratified the male bestial drive while tearing and torturing their female victims. To give religious sanction to their attitudes the aunts pointed out with pseudo-intellectuality that God had created the world on an ascending scale; having finished with the beasts of the field and Adam (scarcely a notch above!) God was still unsatisfied. Then he had an inspiration and, out of Adam, taking all the good in the process, he had created Eve. Having thus triumphed over the forces of evil, God was then able to rest, secure in the knowledge that His world was safe in the hands of this superior sex.
With this attitude firmly imprinted on her young, defenseless mind it is a wonder that Sarah Brookfield ever married. She made clear to the young men in town that she considered them beneath her, and, though attracted by her blonde, blue-eyed fragility, they were repelled by her coldness and left her to herself. She completed school and became the town librarian, using her power as purchaser to ban any books which pictured sex in any form, and was content to continue life in the old house on Main Street with her surviving aunt.
by all rights this should have been the end of her story, but a young male teacher moved into town. Tall, red -haired, friendly, and gentle, he became immediately popular, and, so unthreatening was he, that even Sarah responded to his appeal when he discussed books with her across her desk as she stamped them out for him. The friendship grew; he became a member of the library committee which drew them closer together, and, more important, he invariably followed her lead when controversy arose. In fact, as Sarah saw more and more of him, he seemed increasingly more like a boy than a man; at the beach his translucent skin burned more readily than her own blonde pallor, and he seemed as hairless as she, his chest white and innocent. More important, he cheerfully allowed her to play the dominant role in the relationship-in fact, he seemed to welcome it! Gradually, as Ralph Adams became more a part of her life she felt her fears melting in the sun of his boyish charm, and when he proposed to her, much to her own surprise and that of her aunt, (who had expected more of her!), she accepted!
For the first years their marriage was not a bad one. True, there was the disgusting sex business to be gotten through but Ralph's demands were infrequent and the encounters brief. In fact, so brief were they that Sarah was amazed when she found herself pregnant! Sherry, christened Sheridan after her great aunt, brought her mother only resentment. There were so many disgusting things to go through having done such a good job on the female sex otherwise, why hadn't God taken from woman the burdens of animal heritage-instead of adding to them! The Curse, intercourse, the repulsive uncontrollable breaking of the water in birth, the blood and pain ... these were disgusting to her. Then to add to all that, she had an infant's dirty diapers to deal with and the revolting task of suckling her which her doctor had insisted on! Her normally small breasts had become swollen and ripe with the sweet sticky oozing milk-almost like a cow, she thought with raging resentment! And, as a final straw, Ralph, who had been drinking more and more heavily, liked nothing more than to watch her nurse the infant. She had never seen him as excited as this made him and was thankful that she had the excuse of the recent birth to avoid intercourse!
Actually, Ralph was not thinking of intercourse these days. He had been drinking a great deal more than his wife knew or suspected and his sex urge, never strong, was almost non-existent as he drifted through the day in an alcoholic fog which was now suspected by the school authorities. In fact, the principal, in an off-the-cuff talk had warned Ralph that his drinking must stop. True, he did not drink during school hours, but the president of the Parent-Teacher Association had smelled liquor on his breath at an evening meeting, and any further evidence of intemperance would result in immediate dismissal from the school system!
This event, which he did not reveal to his wife, had occurred during the last month of her pregnancy, and he had found his thoughts turning increasingly to the lucky embryo swelling safely in her womb! He loved to he by her side in their double bed with his hand resting on her stomach, glorying in the vigorous kicks of the baby which so annoyed his wife. The birth of the baby disturbed him badly; that lovely safe womb was no longer stretched and evident, and, more than that, he now had the responsibility of supporting another human being!
Gradually, however, his disappointment receded as his fascination with the act of nursing grew. Watching the baby nurse greedily at the swollen breast first assuaged, then badly increased his own thirst. He turned again to alcohol.
One night, stumbling drunkenly to bed at midnight, long after his wife had fallen asleep, he was awakened by her arising to change and nurse the crying baby shortly after. She came sleepily back to bed, and, putting the infant to her nipple, dozed off as the baby sucked. Moonlight was flooding the room and Ralph could see the white globes of his wife's breasts, the one covered by the baby's mouth, but the other, crowned by its swollen red nipple, unused, only inches from his face. The dam of his infantile dependency broke. Heart pounding, he turned to his wife and his hot mouth engulfed the free breast. Greedily, frantically, the man sucked, pulling, tonguing, nipping, gulping, swallowing, while his other hand, almost unnoticed by him, crept down to masturbate his engorged penis.
His wife moved restlessly in her sleep. What on earth was Sherry doing? She was never this roughly painful-or ... this exciting! Frightened, even in her sleep by a never before experienced sexual response, Sarah opened her eyes.
At the same moment her husband, saturated with a bliss he had never known as an adult, ejaculated against her thigh!
The rest of the story was predictable, Dr. Duncan thought. Devoid of compassion or understanding, chained by a deep-seated hatred of men and a conviction of superiority over them, Sarah could respond in only one way. She divorced Ralph, and with the baby, moved to New York. Since then, her life had been loveless and cold. Inheriting a surprisingly large trust fund from her miserly aunt, she was able to indulge herself any way she liked, but Sarah had never learned how to enjoy anything. She had three or four women friends much like herself with whom she discussed the nastiness of life and marriage-and especially of sex. Sherry she raised as she had been raised, but she did encourage the girl to think of marriage, unconsciously in order to be rid of her. Seeing the lovely girl, so full of life, so sensual, so gay, brought nickers of awareness sometimes of what she had missed ... of what might have been ... if only things had been different ... somehow....
Dr. Duncan smiled at his romanticizing! After all, he didn't know what the woman felt, really, but he would see to it that she got a chance to find out! And some revenge was owed poor Ralph, who, unknown by the daughter who so resembled him, had died of acute alcoholism in the town jail two years after his daughter's birth!
Dr. Duncan picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Hello?" he said when his ringing was answered. "Tony? David Duncan here! Listen, do you and that gang of hoods still go in for anything? ... You do? ... Well, listen, I've got an idea that will give you some fun and do me a favor, at the same time! There's a woman, Sarah Adams...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
ABDUCTION
Sarah was taking her nightly walk. Deprived of sexual outlets, the neurotic woman's physical interests were in the health field. She watched her diet for proper nourishment, drinking 'tiger's milk' and sauerkraut juice, and eating a wide assortment of vitamins and minerals with every meal. She walked a minimum of four miles a day, a mile after each meal and one at bedtime, never varying the hour or her route, since change of any sort was threatening to her.
So it was that, briefed thoroughly by Dr. Duncan, the group of young men hovering in the shadows at the mouth of an alley knew where to wait. A car idled at the curb, motor running, and a driver sat lazily behind the wheel, a cigarette dangling from his lips under a thin mustache.
Sarah rounded the corner alone, walking at her usual brisk pace. She sometimes thought of having a dog for company, but had discarded the idea after considering their disgusting habit of licking their genitals, and the additional nauseating task of housebreaking them. So there was no one or nothing to give an alarm when the waiting boys moved into swift action. As she passed the alley a hand clamped itself over her mouth, muffling her attempted outcry. At the same time her arm was twisted brutally behind her, then the other one was pulled back and the two tied tightly together at the wrists. A strip of wide adhesive tape was slapped across her mouth and another across her eyes, temporarily blinding her. Then she was half-carried, half-dragged to the waiting car where she was thrown roughly on the floor. In less than a minute from the time she came into view, Sarah was being driven through the darkened city to an unknown destination!
In ten minutes the car halted. Sarah was led stumbling across a strip of sidewalk and through a door. Then she was being herded up a narrow flight of steps. She tried to count the landings in case she ever got free to go to the police, but the boy behind her kept prodding her rear with his finger to hurry her and her rage at the indignity drove any other thoughts from her mind. At last she was herded through another door which shortly closed behind her.
She stood, bound, and trembling with fear and rage while a hubbub of sound rose around her.
"Hey, man, you did it!" a voice welcomed, and others joined the praise and exclamations. Then someone said, "Hey, let's see what we've got here!" and another snickered and said, "Let's let her see what she's got here!"
So it was that when the blindfold was painfully jerked from her eyes the first thing she saw was a boy of about eighteen standing a foot from her, his fly open, pointing an erect penis at her and grinding his narrow hips suggestively. He leered at her and said, "Look, Mom, what you're going to get!"
Sarah stumbled backwards in revulsion and would have fallen had she not been caught by a boy behind her, who promptly covered her breasts with his hands, pinching the nipples roughly. "No, Frankie, she likes me better, see?" Giggling, he ripped her blouse open, buttons flying, then the boy with the exposed penis shoved his hand between her breasts, grabbed her brassiere, and jerked. The elastic back stretched then broke and, off balance, Frankie staggered back, the torn lingerie waving triumphantly in his hand.
Naked breasts heaving with rage, Sarah fought nausea as she surveyed the scene. She was evidently in a loft building, long abandoned by whatever small manufacturer had used it, and commandeered as a sort of club house by the group in front of her. At the moment, aside from the boy who held her struggling arms behind her, there seemed to be five other boys, ranging in age from about sixteen to twenty-two. In addition, there was a teenaged girl, wearing a mini skirt and, Sarah saw with horror, no underwear! She was sprawled on a sagging couch, unashamedly revealing a thick thatch of black pubic hair!
The bare floor was littered with empty beer cans and stomped cigarettes; the furniture consisted of the couch, a bed with bare mattress, a three-legged armchair, its stuffing oozing from ancient rips in the once blue upholstery, and a few stained cushions scattered on the floor. Orange crates served as end tables. The electricity had long since been disconnected and the room was illuminated by candles stuck in empty wine bottles. A torn curtain partly concealed an alcove which contained a toilet and sink from which a thin stream of rusty water dripped.
Appalled by such squalor, Sarah felt faint, but rage and pride helped her to fight off the blackness and she became aware of what was going on.
The boy behind her was again playing with her breasts as the others watched.
"Hey, for an old babe she's got good tits!" one said. "A bit small, maybe, but not bad! Say, Mom, you been gettin' much lately?"
Made impotent to answer by the tape over her mouth, Sarah could only glare. Realizing this, the boy called Frankie came closer. "Would you like the gag off, huh?" he asked, and reached up.
One of the others moved forward protestingly. "Hey, Frankie, you nuts or somethin'? She'll scream the place down! I know there's no fuzz for miles, but still...."
"Oh, no, she won't!" grinned Frankie. His hand snaked into his pocket and out, holding a switchblade knife. With a snick the lovingly-honed, glittering blade shot out, reflecting candle flame with evil beauty. Slowly he raised the tip until the point rested lightly on one of Sarah's nipples. In spite of herself she flinched.
"You ain't gonna scream, are you, Mom? 'Cause you wants those nice pink titties right where they are and not on the dirty old floor, don't you, Mom? Or how about you yell, and I carve my initials, one on each boob, huh?" He smiled into her eyes, his ignored prick standing rigid at the contemplation of her helplessness and the strength his knife gave him. "Answer me, Mom! You ain't gonna make a sound, are you?"
Hypnotized by the glittering blade, reluctantly Sarah looked at him and shook her head. His hand reached up and ripped the tape from her mouth.
"Wha-, what do you want from me?" she gasped. "I don't have much money with me, but you're welcome to it! Just let me out of here!"
The boys exchanged amused glances. "And have you run to the fuzz, Mom? Oh no!"
"But I won't! I promise! And, anyway, you'll have to let me go sooner or later-unless ... unless you plan to kill me...." Filled with fear, her voice trailed off.
"Now, Mom, you don't think we'd do a thing like that to a nice old babe like you, do you?" he replied. "Gee, we just like having you around, see. We want to make you happy, that's all! The others roared with laughter at what they evidently considered a witticism and, encouraged by their approval, Frankie, the clown of the group, continued, "A friend of ours told us you was just dying for some fucking, Mom, so we figgered that if you beg real pretty we're willing to help you out!"
Rage dissolved Sarah's caution. "Why, you scum!" she hissed. "I have never needed any man, but if I did, it wouldn't be an illiterate, unwashed degenerate like you!"
Shaking with fury, Frankie's hand shot out and exploded against her mouth. Released by the boy behind her, hands still bound behind her back, Sarah fell heavily to the dirty floor. A thin trickle of blood ran from the side of her battered mouth. Oddly, she felt no pain. Consuming, murderous fury twisted in her stomach, and she could only think of the joy, not of killing, but of mutilating her tormentors. Oh, to be free with a pair of blunt rusty scissors, free to cut and grind the penis of Frankie, to tear with naked hands the hidden testicles of the other boys, to turn them all into loathesome emasculated cripples! Defiant, she glared at the gang!
"All right! Rape me! You're all so sickening that's the only way you'd ever get a decent woman! But you'll have to kill me, because I'll go to the police and see every last one of you behind bars when I get out of here!" Despite herself, she cringed slightly, expecting more brutality.
It didn't come. Instead, the oldest member of the gang, who had thus far remained silent, now spoke softly.
"Calm down, old lady! No one's going to rape you. No one's going to hurt you again either!-Hear me, Frankie?-We're just going to show you a good time, that's all! Why, gosh, we never take a woman who doesn't want us!-Tell you what, Mom ... you just take this nice little capsule to calm you down, then we won't do one thing you don't want us to do, see?"
Smiling a deceptively sweet smile, he proffered a small capsule together with a water-filled jelly jar. "Now just take this and drink up, hmmm?"
Calmed slightly by his seemingly pleasant quiet manner, Sarah said, "What is it?"
"Why, like I said, Mom, it's kinda a relaxing pill, like! Don't you worry, it won't do you any harm. And after you take it, why gee, in about two hours we'll drop you off right where we picked you up, honest to God!" He stared with apparent sincerity into her eyes while behind him, Frankie spoiled the effect somewhat with a hastily muffled snicker. "See, Mom," he went on quietly, "the boys just got kinda carried away with their fun and games! They wanted to see-you know, for kicks, like-if they could kidnap someone, but they're really good guys; they don't plan to keep you here for ransom or anything like that! All they want now is for you to calm down so we can get you home in a good mood so you won't make trouble for us, that's right, isn't it, gang?"
"Yeah, sure. That's all we wanted, Mom, honest!" A chorus of agreement broke out among the others.
Smiling, the leader continued, "Just to show we mean it, Frankie, here, will untie your arms and make you more comfortable!"
Behind her, Sarah felt hands fumbling at the picture wire that bound her wrists. In a moment she was free! Quickly she pulled her ripped blouse together over her naked breasts and looked from the jelly glass and capsule to the soft brown eyes of the man holding them. She hesitated. They could stop her from leaving; the gag and wire could be used again if she did anything foolish ... maybe the best thing for the moment would be to trust this gentler older boy. And what alternative did she have?
As if in reply to her thoughts, Frankie spoke up. "Sure, Mom. You just do like Tony says! We're all kinda shook up and nervous or I never woulda hit you. All we want to do is get out of this safely, see, so we have to get you calmed down, right?"
Reluctantly, Sarah took the small red capsule and examined it. She could not see its contents
-they wouldn't tell her anything if she could
-but if they wanted to kill her there were ways other than poison. And maybe this Tony was telling the truth. Impulsively she put the capsule in her mouth, took the water and swallowed it!
There was a noticeable relaxing of tension in the room. "Hey man, how long before it starts working?" inquired a boy about sixteen.
"The doc said a half hour or so, so relax! She'll let us know when it's working, all right!" Again the inexplicable snickers came from the gang. Tony continued, "Hey, Mom, it's hot in here, let me take your coat, huh?" Gently he tugged it from her shoulders. "Now you're all shook up. Why don't you lie down here and just rest, huh? Then when the pill has worked we'll take you home." Over her protests he led her to the bed and pushed her down on it.
Well, this was no dirtier than any other piece of furniture in the room, she supposed. Closing her eyes to shut out the ugliness, she gave herself up to dreams of revenge. There wasn't a tranquilizer in the world that would keep her from taking care of that! She heard feminine giggles from across the room and opened her eyes to look. What she saw horrified her, but she couldn't turn away. Staring transfixed she watched the youngster of the group thrust his hand between the legs of the girl on the couch.
"Come on, Rosie," he was wheedling, "gimme a little, will ya?" His hand, third finger outstretched, disappeared into the openly revealed thatch of black pubic hair, and began thrusting in and out.
The girl yawned and stretched. "Okay, okay, Ben! Go ahead and fuck me if you want!" Casually she spread her legs and the boy, stepping out of his filthy jeans, mounted her. He thrust himself vigorously into her partially aroused cunt and began to shove rhythmically in and out, his bare buttocks rising and falling in the flickering candlelight. The girl lay on her back, chewing gum, and waiting for him to finish. Her eyes, wandering aimlessly around the room met Sarah's horrified gaze. Lewdly, she grinned, and hastily Sarah looked away. None of the others was paying more than casual attention to the scene! They sprawled at ease, relaxed, but in some strange way she only sensed-waiting.
A loud gasp from the boy, Ben, drew her eyes back to the couch. Coming, he had collapsed on the girl's body. She let him rest there for a minute then, giggling, rolled him off her onto the littered floor. Her sloe-black eyes surveyed the room.
"Hey, you creeps! Isn't there a man here good enough to finish me off? That Ben is too fast for me!" Legs still spread and skirt pulled to her waist, she ground her plump hips in obscene invitation.
In answer Frankie arose, his still unzipped fly revealing his exposed erection.
"You sure you don't want her, Tony?" he asked, deferring to the leader.
"Nah. Go ahead, man. I'm going to wait for the main event! Who wants a wet deck, anyhow!"
Frankie shrugged and climbed onto the girl. Casually he pulled her sweater up, freeing heavy red-tipped breasts. "Hey, Rosie, gimme one! You know how I like it!"
Agreeable Rosie lifted the solid mass in both hands. In anticipation of what was to follow, her nipple had stiffened and obligingly she squeezed herself up to the boy's mouth. He pulled at her tit then bit down on it. The girl yelped protestingly. "Hey, Frankie, don't bit it off, for Christ sake!"
Nauseated, Sarah shut her eyes. What filthy pigs-what degenerates! Why, her Ralph had been a saint compared to these animals! A strange pang of regret at the thought of gentle loving Ralph shot through her. With a tremor of something like longing she remembered the night that had ended it, remembered his warm careful mouth pulling with just the right intensity on her nipple as he milked it ... remembered the swift thrill of pleasure she had felt just before her training throttled it. She shifted uneasily on the lumpy mattress. Strange ... she hadn't thought about that episode except with revulsion for years! And now, despite the horrible experience she was going through, she was feeling all sorts of odd sensations inside herself! Resolutely she turned her mind back to her thoughts of revenge, trying to ignore the sound of squeaking couch springs across the room.
Sarah moved again. It must be the thoughts of Ralph and what she had watched and heard but there was a strong itching, burning sensation creeping from her stomach downward. Way up inside her she felt it-and, oh God, it was growing! She felt as though she were on fire, and the need to scratch, to claw herself in there was growing with it! She clenched her teeth against the need to moan, and her muscles against her agonized desire to spread her legs and reach up inside herself as Ben had done with Rosie to assuage the burning, itching, needing flesh! Panting, she fought, upper lips beaded with sweat, and breath coming faster and harder. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, she groaned.
At once the waiting boys came alert. "Hey man, it's working!" yelled Ben. "Boy!"
"What's working?" Sarah cried in desperate terror.
"Why that little ole pill you took so nicely for us, Mom!" Tony was standing over her, slowly removing his shirt.
Gazing up at him she frantically squeezed crossed legs together in an effort to stop this painful, yet in some strange way, pleasant, sensation.
"What was in that pill?" she screamed!
"Just what the doc ordered for you, Mom, to fix you up. It wan't do you any harm-just warm you up a little! It's called Spanish Fly!"
Frantically Sarah searched her mind. What was Spanish Fly? She had never read any of the books which might have answered her question, but what it was didn't matter!
"Wha-what will stop it? It burns-it hurts-oh God, help me!" Hating herself for this surrender a new surge of intense heat sweeping through her had overwhelmed pride.
"Only one thing'll stop it, Mom! I'm afraid we'll just have to screw you!" Tony's voice held the same phony gentleness. "Course, after all the nasty things you called us, I just don't know if I can find someone to oblige you, but that's the only way I know to fix you up!-Itches, doesn't it?" Grinning he met her eyes.
"Never! I'll let myself burn up before I'd let one of you pigs near me!" Sarah spit defiance.
Tony shrugged. "Okay, if that's the way you feel! I told you we just wanted to make you happy. We wouldn't force you into anything you didn't ask for, Mom! It's only fair to warn you, though, that the doc said it would get worse, not better, for the first hour or so!"
"Doc! What 'doc'?"
"Come on, Mom! You haven't figured that out yet? Why good ole Doc Duncan, who else?"
"Doc-Dr. Duncan? You're lying!"
Bored, Tony explained. "Think a little, old lady! How come this is the one night your daughter is visiting a girl friend so she won't know when you get in? 'Cause Doc advised her that a change would be good for her, that's why! That was the phone call she got during your dinner! How do you think we knew where and when to pick you up? The doc's fed up with your interference in his treatment and he figured it's time for you to learn what happens to people who get in his way! When this is over you'll start telling your daughter to do everything the doc says instead of trying to stop her!"
"You must all be insane!" Sarah gasped fighting the flame that was consuming all the tender secret flesh. "If I get out of here alive you'll all be in prison for a hundred years!"
"Not with this, we won't!" From a corner Tony carried a battery-operated tape recorder to where she could see it. "In a little bit, old lady, you'll be starting to beg for it. Then, when we have an old degenerate-" he spit out the word-'like you, begging boys, some of them under legal age like Ben, to screw you, it'll be hard to convince anyone we ought to be in jail. In fact, Doc Duncan says you're the one who would go, for corrupting minors!" Triumphant, he smiled.
"I'll never beg for that!" Sarah yelled at him.
Tony shrugged. "Maybe the doc's wrong, Mom. We'll just wait and see!" Gesturing to the other boys they returned to the sprawled waiting that had preceded her moan.
Doggedly Sarah fought waves of compulsion. Oh, God, to have something, anything, to rub inside her! She no longer cared about Sherry let the filthy girl masturbate if she wanted! Let Dr. Duncan have her for whatever obscene purposes he had in mind! If that were all that was at stake she'd give in now! But there was more-her pride! Her loathing of men, of being touched!
Ten minutes passed. The burning had grown, and Sarah's palms were bloody from the digging of her nails as she fought to keep her hands from betraying her. Finally she could stand it no longer! "All right," she said, "But are you sure that will stop it? You-you promise?"
Tony glanced up lazily from the three-legged armchair. "So Doc said. But I'm not in the mood now. You'll have to excite us-if you can!"
"What do you mean?" Sarah groaned. "How?"
"Boy! How did you ever conceive a kid?" Tony asked in real wonderment. "Well, I'm not about to bother giving lessons! Take your clothes off, for a start!"
Sarah's hands tightened on her torn blouse in a last spasm of rebellion, pulling it closer around her. Then, looking at the impassive faces of the waiting pack she knew she could expect no mercy. Slowly, reluctantly, she slipped out of the blouse. Her breasts were rising and falling and the nipples stood hard and puckered. Slowly the boys drifted closer to watch. She took a last look at Tony, searching his face for some sign of relenting. Seeing none, she moved more quickly. If she had to, she had to, and the quicker this itching stopped the sooner she could go home! Her hands ripped desperately at her skirt. Shaking, she could not undo the hook and eye fastener, so she ripped it in a frantic jerk. There! Skirt off! She tore at her panties, scrambling out of them, then collapsed naked on the mattress.
"All right," she ground out. "Go ahead!"
"Hey, Mom, not so fast! We have a little recording to make, remember? He moved the mike close to her. "Okay now let's hear some good dialogue-with lots of begging, right!"
He stepped out of his jeans. Naked, he stood over her, prick erect as he studied the body of his supine victim. The other boys moved in closer. He pressed the starter switch on the machine and began to talk into the mike.
"But Mrs. Adams," he said in that innocent voice he affected, "you don't mean you want us to-to-well, to have intercourse with you! All of us? Gosh, I don't know ... Ben's just a sixteen-year-old kid. Gee, when you picked us up in that joint and asked to come here with us I never figured on anything like that!" Grinning, he worked a hand between her clenched loins, his finger jabbed into her and began a rough scratching. Helpless to protest she gave herself up to the intense relief. He said into the mike, "Is that what you really want, ma'am?"
Their eyes interlocked and hers fell. "Yes oh yes!" she gasped into the mike. "I've got to have it! For God's sake do it! Oh, do it to me! Put your penis in me and rub! Please, oh please!"
"But Ben, too?" (Tony had been well coached by Dr. Duncan.)
Sobbing with shame and fury, but desperate with agonizing need, she answered. "Damn it, yes!" she screamed in frustration, "Ben, too! I don't give a damn how many of you or how old you are, just so long as I get some relief!"
Victorious, Tony clicked the switch of the recorder to 'Off' position. He returned to his normal voice. "Okay, Mom, that takes care of that. Now I'll do you that little favor and take care of you!" Quickly he lowered himself on her cringing body. Roughly he thrust his penis into her to the hilt, then began rubbing. Frantically she responded, trying to generate as much friction as possible to still the consuming itch.
"God, she's tight!" Tony panted. "She must not have had any since she had the kid! Oh hell, she's too tight-I can't wait-I'm coming, damn it! Ohh-hh...." Half sobbing with exasperation he collapsed on her.
The watching boys were highly aroused by what they had witnessed. All had stripped, and all had erections. Even Rosie had removed her one garment and was leaning against one of the boys as she watched this cold blonde blue-eyed visitor from another world wiggle on the bare mattress like a high-paid whore. "Hey, someone want me?" she queried, excited by the sight of the older woman in a position she, herself, knew so well. "God, she's like a bitch in heat!" she breathed when no one answered.
Frankie moved forward. "Hey, Tony, get off her and give me a chance! After making it with Rosie I can last longer! Hey, Mom, you still want it, don'tcha?"
Sarah was no longer a person, but a need! There was nothing in the world but the awful itching flame that consumed everything in its fury; all ideals, all training, habits built up over a lifetime were burned away.
"For God's sake, yes!" she shouted. "What in hell are you waiting for!"
Grinning, Frankie moved onto, and then into her. She was beyond noticing the sharp bites he was administering to her nipples-all she was was a vagina and a womb that had to be rubbed.
She took them all ... all six of them, and screamed for more. The effects of the Spanish Fly were diminishing, but, due to her over-flowing vagina, filled with the mingled sperm of the boys, the friction had been reduced, too, and she had lost her original tightness. Also, though she didn't realize it, the repressions of a lifetime were weakening, and, though she had not had an orgasm, her starved body was beginning to demand something more than scratching to ease the itch of irritated tissue-it wanted fulfillment!
Satiated, at least momentarily, the boys looked at her with something approaching concern. "Hey, man! That poor old babe's in bad shape!" Frankie breathed. "But I can't do it again-at least for another ten minutes! Any you guys ready yet?"
Tony said, "Yeah, sure, I am! That was just an opener! But, look, she needs more than even I got right now! Ben, you still got that French tickler you swiped?" At Ben's eager grinning nod, he continued, "Good! Then rinse it off in the sink and I'll use that on her! That'd satisfy an elephant!"
Ben handed him the wet rubber and he unrolled it down the length of his penis. Tony was big, himself, and stretched the Tickler to capacity. Its head was decorated with a hard rubber rooster an inch long, with an erect pointed cockscomb. On the sides were sharp-tipped rubber bumps. Stretched over Tony's engorged phallus it made a formidable weapon.
"Kee-rist! You gonna stuff that in her?" Ben breathed in horror.
"If she wants it. Hey, lady, you think this'll help?"
Sarah, moaning and panting on the bed opened her eyes. "Oh yes! Try it! Try anything! I'm going mad!"
Whether it was the added bulk and roughness, or whether the irritant was finally wearing off, Sarah didn't know. She only knew that now she was feeling good! The hellish burning and itch was merging and giving away to something good, something she had never felt in the innocent years of her marriage. Eagerly, now, she moved under him, meeting his thrusts with rhythmic responses of her own. Her legs were spread and raised over Tony's shoulders to give him full penetration, and her moans held more of pleasure than pain or desperation. Their movements accelerated, then she convulsed, swept into a massive spasm. "Yes, oh yes, go on! Oh, don't stop, don't ever stop! Oh ... !" Satiated at last Sarah collapsed back on the bed, having just completed the first orgasm of her life!
As soon as she had partially recovered, Tony drove her home in the rattletrap car. She was too weak to walk unsupported, so he guided her up the steps of the brownstone she had inherited from her aunts.
In the hours since leaving it she had not really changed in a deep way. She was still a cold hostile woman, devoid of compassion-and she was still selfish! But now she had something new to be selfish about! Having found the ecstasy of orgasm she had no intention of being deprived of it in the future! She still felt hostility toward men, but, realistic, she accepted the fact that she needed them, even wanted them!
Sitting on a couch in her familiar living room, Sarah looked up at Tony. "You'll think I'm crazy," she said, "and maybe I am! But you just gave me something I never knew existed, and I want more of it! Look, I've got a lot of money-I can do what I want! Sherry is eighteen-she's old enough to stay here by herself and my lawyer can care for her financial needs. Besides, after treatment with Dr. Duncan, she's no innocent! I know I'm old for you and you'd rather have someone your own age, but I'm willing to buy you! I'll pay you...." swiftly she calculated, "two hundred dollars a week to travel with me and give me what I want! Oh, people will shun me when they realize the set-up, but we can move on to the other places-Europe, South America ... who cares where? Sooner or later you'll meet some young girl and leave me, or I'll tire of you and find a new boy, and when that happens I'll give you a thousand dollars and your plane fare home! How about it?"
Tony stared, his jaw hanging! Slowly he drew breath, then he drawled, "How can I lose? You are good-looking for an old babe-better than that dirty floozie, Rosie. You know, I might even get to like it! Okay, it's a deal!"
Dr. Duncan, when he heard the news from Tony later that night, was delighted! True, he hadn't anticipated this reaction from Sarah he had wished only, in his fit of rage to punish her-but why not! Sarah's travels would leave Sherry unprotected and lonely and ease his progress with her considerably. He chuckled to himself as he rolled over in bed to go to sleep. "All's well that ends well," he thought fuzzily as he drifted off to the sleep of one with a clear conscience!
CHAPTER NINE
REAR VIEW
Sherry walked briskly through the park. For a long time she had not gone near it because the memories of that evening when she had been violated by Jimmy and Roscoe had stirred too many unmanageable feelings in her whirling mind. Today, however, she had not been able to find a taxi and she was afraid that she might be late for her appointment with Dr. Duncan. It had been a week since she had seen him, for Lou had phoned and canceled an earlier appointment. During that week her thoughts had gone through stages. At first she had been horrified and sickened at the memory of her session with Dr. Duncan and his nurse. She squirmed with shame and embarrassment when she thought of her helpless surrender to Lou's practiced tongue probing between her spread legs, her eager acceptance of the doctor's penis stuffed into her mouth and throat. Had she been less healthy she might have cracked under the load of guilt, but Dr. Duncan had calculated properly; in an over-sexed girl of eighteen the urges of a repressed body will win over a prudish mind. The influence exerted by an overly protective mother had been undone in a mere two weeks by Lou and Sherry's own awakening. And, with her mother away now on a mysterious trip of unknown duration, Sherry was finally free of that human obstacle to her own enjoyment!
So, for the last three days Sherry had longed feverishly for a return to the doctor's office. When she relived her last visit just the thought made her hungry cunt wet and throbbing with desire. Her nipples contracted under the soft cashmere sweaters she wore and they ached for the feel of a hand or mouth against them-man or woman, it didn't matter! When she reached the doctor's office and rang the bell her cheeks were pink from her brisk walk, but her heart was thumping, not from the exercise, but from the excited anticipation of what Dr. Duncan might have planned for her treatment today.
Lou opened the door and beckoned her in. "He's been waiting for you, baby," she said to Sherry, "so I won't get a chance with you right now, but at least give me a kiss!"
Obediently Sherry offered her cheek, but Lou laughed a throaty laugh and, with cruel fingers, pinched the girl's face around and ground down hard on her mouth with sharp closed teeth. Sherry winced with pain and involuntarily opened her lips. Immediately Lou's tongue thrust into her mouth while a hand lifted to squeeze the girl's breast. Sherry's hips moved hard against Lou's body, instinctively searching the bulge she wanted, and they clung together for a moment until the doctor's dry cough interrupted them.
"Well, Sherry, I see you can't wait. Come with me." He guided the girl toward his office. "Lou, we'll be in the group therapy room today. I am not to be disturbed under any circumstances, understand!"
He led Sherry through his office and to a door at the far end of it. "We'll be more comfortable in here, my dear," he said, pushing her ahead of him into the strange room.
It was large with mirrored walls and ceiling. Two mattresses, each six feet square, lay side by side on the crimson wall-to-wall carpet which still left two-thirds of the room open. There was a well-equipped bar on one mirrored wall, and through a partly ajar door Sherry could see an oversized and lavishly appointed bathroom, complete with bidet.
Cushions of varying hues and textures were scattered on the immaculate carpet and washable contour sheets especially made for Dr. Duncan of purple nylon satin encased the mattresses.
In addition, there were large tripods supporting professional cameras, both still and motion picture, and a battery of floodlights, off now, but arranged to illuminate the huge padded sex arena. What caused Sherry's eyes to widen even more, however, were a long series of gold-plated hooks affixed to the mirror on one wall from which hung whips of various lengths and textures. Even odder, to the girl's inexperienced eyes, were what seemed to be replicas of penises! Only, what odd penises they were! Some had rubber knobs spaced over their surface, others spiky points fanning out from the heads ... there were different colors from pale pink to angry red with distended blue veins running up their length ... some had testicles attached like handles, others had straps obviously meant to encircle waist or hips ... there was even infinite variety in size. Sherry turned wondering eyes to Dr. Duncan.
"This is our work room, Sherry," he said. "Your mother has no doubt told you that I specialize in patients with various sex problems. My aim is, of course, to make them well so that they can enjoy the pleasures of the body with out painful guilt and prudish limitations. The idea is not to cure them of their desires-the body was meant to be enjoyed in any way possible-but to teach them that their desires are good and healthy and that they must find ways to give free rein to the urges that have frightened them in the past. I bring a carefully selected group of patients in here to work out various sex problems together."
As fear washed over Sherry's face he laughed. "You don't need to worry yet," he chuckled reassuringly. "Today I intend to gratify my own wishes with you. Later I will share you with the others!"
Suddenly Sherry realized what was happening to her. She saw the weeks and months ahead, hours of being used and toyed with and made to yield to every kind of shameful demand made by Dr. Duncan's other patients-men and women obviously afflicted with abnormal sexual desires. Suddenly all of her mother's prim and sex-hating lectures burst in her trembling brain and she screamed and ran to the door and frantically tugged at the knob, sobbing, "Let me out! For God's sake, let me out of here!"
Dr. Duncan watched the frantic girl, feeling a faint amusement at the sight of her terror. Calmly he stood and began to disrobe. He hung jacket, shirt, trousers and underwear neatly on a clothes stand made in the shape of an erect penis, then sprawled out on the huge mattress, feeling his half-aroused prick lazily as he observed Sherry's fear.
"You are wasting your time and breath, Sherry," he said at last. "I set a time lock when we came in here and the door won't open from this side for two hours. If I want it opened I can buzz Lou, but she won't release us unless it is my voice that gives the command. And your protests are useless. The walls, floor, and ceiling are covered in acoustical tile. Now stop that foolish schoolgirl behavior and come here to me!"
"No, damn you!" Sherry glared at him wildly. "I'll fix you! I'll write my mother about this and she'll have you put in prison, you-you degenerate!"
In her former examination of the room, Sherry had failed to notice that at intervals around the mattress arena there were handcuffs attached to supple chains which were, in turn, screwed firmly into the wooden baseboard below the mirrored paneling. Now, with no warning, Dr. Duncan sprang to his feet, grabbed one of Sherry's wrists and twisted her arm behind her. Using the painful grip, he forced her to her knees on the floor beside the mattress. Before she knew what had happened he had snapped the adjacent handcuff on her wrist. Rising, he moved to clamp a second cuff on one ankle, nipping her onto her face as he did so. Then, furious at her defiance, he leaned down and ripped her clothes from her body.
Sherry was panting with fear and rage. "If you touch me-if you don't let me go this instant, I'll scratch your eyes out, you bastard!"
Dr. Duncan's voice was silky. "I think we must teach you again that you are to do everything I order!"
Her head twisted to watch him fearfully as he went to the line of hook-suspended whips. When he turned he was holding a long snake-like black lash in his hand. Caressingly he ran his fingers up the length of it. "A taste of this, my dear, and you'll learn to obey me."
Sherry stared. "You must be crazy!"
The doctor didn't answer but went to the intercom on a stand in the comer. "Lou," he spoke into it, "have Sherry's things arrived yet?"
Lou's voice came back clearly. "Yes, Doctor. The maid left them five minutes ago. Shall I bring the things in?"
Dr. Duncan glanced at the frightened girl. "Yes do that, Lou. Our guest may need a little more convincing!"
In a moment there was the rattle of the key in the lock and Lou entered, carrying Sherry's overnight case. She took in the scene ... Sherry face down, naked, on the mattress, and Dr. Duncan, also naked, the whip clasped loosely in his hand. "Well ... I take it she needs a little discipline, David, hmmm?"
"Oh, Lou, help me!" Sherry broke in desperately. "Don't let him keep me here! You're a woman, surely you'll rescue me!" She broke off as Lou burst into a low laugh. "Don't count on me, baby!" Lightly she slapped Dr. Duncan's naked buttock. "Have fun, David! I envy you!" and with that Lou left them alone.
Slowly Dr. Duncan walked around the edge of the big mattress, tapping the whip lightly in his palm. He took in the helpless girl's nudity, the tiny waist, and the full pink bottom. In time, in thirty years, say, that bottom might be too full, but now it was perfect, ripe and curved, and waiting helplessly for the slash of his whip when he chose to use it. He strolled to the bottom of the bed. He had chained the girl's legs wide apart and, from where he stood he could see the red curls and pink line that separated them, doorway to the girl's innermost secrets. A doorway he intended to enter and explore to the fullest, he thought, looking with satisfaction at his erect penis!
But first she needed a lesson! He raised the slender whip and brought it down across the uppermost portion of Sherry's thighs. It stung.
But before Sherry could protest, he had raised and lowered it again, this time with more force, across the middle of the two ripe mounds that swelled upward toward his excited gaze. The whip rose and fell twice more and Sherry moaned. He paused to look at his handiwork. Four thin red welts stood out against the girl's white skin, exciting him with the evidence of his physical mastery over her. Smiling, he lashed her again.
"Oh, Doctor, stop, please stop," she wailed, but his practiced ear heard something more in the tone of her pleas. It wasn't anger, it wasn't defiance ... no, by God! the little bitch was liking this, was being excited by it! He had been sure in the course of his treatment that Sherry had found a great deal more pleasure than distress in the rape she had suffered, and now here was the same excited response to pain! Her mother's constant lectures about the filth of sex, of the disgusting evil of nudity, of desire, of physical pleasure had made it difficult, if not impossible, for Sherry ever to respond to normal love-making. But with her passionate drive for satisfaction her unconscious mind would permit her the bliss of orgasm if she was forced into it by another so that her conscious mind remained free of guilt. By God, he was right! The whip rose and fell twice more, not hard enough to cut the tender skin, but enough to mark her savagely with welts. She was moaning over and over, "No, oh no, doctor! Please, it hurts, it hurts!" but the moaning had more of pleasure than of pain in it now. Well, he would test out his theory.
"You were naughty to say no to me, to the doctor, weren't you, Sherry?" The whip struck again. "Bad girls need to be punished, don't they, Sherry?" Again, the whip.
"Oh yes, Doctor!" she breathed, now clearly squirming her cunt against the mattress. "I was bad. Beat me more, honey, more, more!" She was wiggling and panting under the whip, so wild that she was unaware of calling him 'honey,' unaware of how completely she had given away her secret need for pain. He knew he could release the handcuffs on her now, at any time, and she would do his bidding as helplessly as if she were hypnotized.
He had kept the fall of the whip for the most part in the area of her anus and immediately below it, and he knew how the punished flesh must be smarting. Smarting, yes, with pain, but also with excitement. He had intended to break her into total surrender to sex by fairly normal procedure and thus, simply, to give her a vaginal orgasm, but now he thought differently. He smiled at himself for his self-deception. What the hell, at the moment, he didn't give a damn for her 'treatment'! What he wanted was to shove his swollen prick deep inside the ass that he had been beating with such pleasure, and if he split her in two, that was just too bad!
Quickly, leaving her chained, he straddled the helpless girl, a knee on either side of her hips, his large erect member pointing to the cleft in the girl's buttocks. His hands spread the two stinging mounds and he gazed upon the tiny opening between them. Resignedly he arose and went to a shelf built into one wall. There he selected a jar of petroleum jelly. Kneeling over the girl again he coated his prick liberally with the jelly, enjoying the feel of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, and, even more, the thought of how he would feel once he had slipped it into her. He had a moment's pang of guilt. He knew he was too large to be first, taking her in this way. In fact, he had intended to give her to a patient of his for this lesson, a homosexual boy her own age whose small penis would have slipped into this opening with ease. It would have been easier for Sherry and might have taught the boy that girls who had been trained to anal intercourse could be as much fun as boys, and have effected a partial cure of the other patient. But what the hell, he thought, why shouldn't he have the fun of fucking this luscious girl in the ass before every man or half man in his stable had stretched her so that she could accommodate a horse!
Breathing hard with excitement he guided his prick-all of it-against the small undefended opening. As she first felt the hard object prodding the tight sphincter muscle, Sherry was bewildered. What on earth could he be doing? As the doctor gave a strong thrust, however, she was no longer in doubt. She felt as though his entire naked body was being jammed into her tiny cavity with the certainty of tearing her apart. Frantically, sobbing with terror, she wriggled under him, trying to escape the agonizing pressure forced by the engorged muscle.
A stinging slap on the side of her hip rewarded her. "Listen, you stupid bitch," the doctor panted, "you're going to take this whether you want it or not! You can make it easier on yourself if you relax those muscles and stop fighting. Do as you're told!"
Her conditioning under hypnosis had been thorough. At the sound of the doctor's voice giving her an order she began to obey. As her muscles relaxed the doctor paused. Waiting until he felt that she had yielded as much as she could, he gathered the strength of his loins and thrust forward with full force! As the girl shrieked with pain his greased prick slid to the hilt in the hot tight opening. Pinned against the mattress by the long hard penis in this new and virgin crevice Sherry could do nothing. She lay under him, moaning softly, and quivering with pain and fear of what would happen next. She learned quickly. Slowly Dr. Duncan pulled his prick out of her till she thought he was going to free her, then, suddenly, brutally, he jammed it back into her. Squeezing her wriggling hips in his strong hands to keep her still, he continued to ram her. Hunched over her helpless body he leaned forward and bit the back of her shoulder, hard enough to leave a monogram of bruises for the week he had arranged to keep her prisoner.
"There, you bitch!" he muttered. "Now, you will learn to do as I tell you." He thrust more rapidly into the stretched throbbing ass of the girl. "By God, you'll learn to like this, Sherry! In fact, I think you do now, don't you?" For, despite her pain and shame at being used in this way, Sherry had begun to quiver slightly, not in an effort to expel him, but in response to an urge which was coming to life in her.
Dr. Duncan was a well-built man and now, excited as he had been, he had, indeed, almost split the girl open. Young elastic flesh had saved her, despite the tightness of her previously unexplored ass, and she was stuffed full of him to capacity. As a result, her vagina was getting its massage through the thin wall that separated them, and, from the strength of his lunges into her, her clitoris was being pushed against the mattress, as, at the same time, its hood was being pulled back and forth over her tumuscent organ.
Against her will, the instincts of a fully aroused body had taken over in Sherry and had drowned out the voice of conscience. All she wanted was the bliss that her body knew was waiting for it. Rhythmically her buttocks began a dance of their own. The muscles of her stretched hole began opening and closing around his stiff prick, now seeping lubricating pre-coital emissions. She wriggled under him, not to repel him, but to help him push himself ever farther into her. Moaning, not with pain now, but with ecstasy, she said, over and over, "Yes, oh yes! More, more, Doctor!" He lunged into her again and again with angry violence and she met him with all the sex-starved energy at her command. His final lunge brought him to orgasm, and, at the feeling of his sperm exploding in her she, too, cried out in bliss and her muscles contracted ecstatically, milking him dry. With a groan he collapsed on her.
They lay like this for some minutes, recovering, then, sighing, the doctor arose, his soft shrunken penis hanging limply. Regretfully he looked at it. At his age she had finished him for the day! He dressed carefully, first showering in the adjoining bathroom, making ready for his next patient. Who was due at four o'clock? He tried to recall. Oh, yes! A man, thank heavens! He didn't feel up to dealing with the sex problems of another woman at the moment!
He looked at Sherry, still sprawled naked on the mattress. Feeling his gaze, she stretched luxuriously and smiled at him. She wasn't through yet, damn it! His frown changed as a new thought occurred to him. This four o'clock patient, now ... he was a lusty young man whose only problem was coming too quickly. He was married to a frigid bitch who used the premature ejaculation as an excuse to explain why she wasn't satisfied, yet refused to permit her husband, Steve, to make love to her a second time. By using this act skillfully, Betty, the wife, had been fast convincing her innocent mate that he was no good as a man.
Now, however, given a couple of hours to use Sherry as he wished, Steve might get his self-confidence in a hurry! That is, unless he was too gentle for Sherry and gave her guilt complex a chance to return. In that case she, too, would repulse him. But that could be dealt with.
He bent down to unlock the handcuff on Sherry's wrist and ankle. "Sherry, we are going to use hypnotism again. You are doing very well and I think you will soon be healthy enough to live any life you want to. Now, Sherry, look at this candle. Your eyes are getting heavy ... heavy...."
CHAPTER TEN
THREE'S COMPANY
Back in his office, Dr. Duncan waited for the arrival of Steve, but not, he chuckled, half as eagerly as Sherry waited for him on the mattress in the locked room.
He was going way out this time, taking risks with the girl's sanity that he would not have dreamt of before he met her. In the past, he had spent two or three months on straight psychotherapy, then another month of hypnosis before he had manipulated a young female patient into naked masturbation in his presence. His cautions came not from conscience, but from concern over keeping his 'cover' as a reputable practitioner more or less unsullied. Not all his patients were suitable or desirable for 'group therapy' and these had to be dismissed, after a reasonable amount of treatment, showing at least enough legitimate improvement to justify his fees-and to insure referrals from them, (and other counselors), who might be good therapy material!
So in the past he had wasted a further two or three weeks before introducing her to the pleasures Lou could offer, and, as for what he had just done to Sherry, in other cases, that had not taken place for six months or more after the start of treatment!
Sherry, however, was different. First, he had never had a patient who responded as well and deeply to hypnosis as she did, and second, he doubted that he had ever had a patient with as healthy a sex drive as hers. The girl, so young and sweet and innocent in appearance, was burning hot with inner passion. There had been no hypnosis in this last session with her, and pain was a new sensation to her, but she had responded by begging for more. And her hot little ass had grabbed his prick as though it never wanted to let go! Uncomfortably Dr. Duncan recrossed his legs. Damn it! Even at his age just thinking about her was giving him another hard on! He was beginning to envy Steve.
He would not really have had to use hypnosis on her again for this session with Steve, Dr. Duncan mused. She was still hot as a firecracker from the banging he had given her, but he had wanted to be sure that there was no guilt or sickness left in her mind from the rape experience that had brought her to him. It was unlikely, after what she had permitted with him and Lou, that guilt would operate enough to stand in Steve's way, but he wanted to be sure the boy had a chance. What Steve needed to straighten him out was the experience of having his premature ejaculation accepted by a woman who would beg him for more. Then, when his natural youth reasserted itself and he was able to come a second time, to find himself eagerly welcomed by a beautiful girl after the first failure would restore his manhood and normal functioning. Steve would be saved from the danger of approaching impotence and, if all went well, Sherry would be enslaved by the bliss of a satisfying fucking, which should make her a great wife for some man, once Dr. Duncan had had his fill of her! He smiled with satisfaction at the series of happy endings envisioned ahead.
Going to a two-way mirror on the wall, the doctor looked in at the unsuspecting Sherry. She was lying on her mattress, pulling a tit with one hand and lazily playing with her cunt with the other. When she had gone under hypnosis he had impressed on her that the greatest thrill of all lay ahead of her, that Steve, if she would encourage him and be patient, would give her what she had been wanting for a long time.
Hearing his buzzer which announced the arrival of Steve, the doctor signaled back to admit him.
When Steve entered and seated himself the doctor lost no time in getting to the point. "Steve," he said, "we are through with talking for a bit. You know what your problem is and so do I, but talking isn't going to solve it! What will solve it is for you to find out that you can please a woman thoroughly!"
"Well, yeah, sure. I-I mean, I guess so, Doc, but my wife-"
"To hell with that frigid bitch!" the doctor shouted impatiently. "I'm not talking about your wife! The devil himself couldn't do anything with her! I'm talking about a normal, healthy girl who loves sex, who is just waiting for it, begging for it."
"Sure, Doc, but where do I find one of those? I'd be so scared of failing her that I couldn't even get it up, for crying out loud! Oh, hell, Doc, it's no use. Why don't you give up on me?"
With a mixture of annoyance and pity the doctor looked at his patient. Steve was, outwardly, at least, every woman's dream. Tall, beautifully muscled, curly-haired, with, as Dr. Duncan had noted in the physical he gave all his patients, a large, heavily muscled penis. He should be banging away seven nights a week, but six months of marriage to that wife of his had turned him into a sniveling wreck. This go-round with Sherry had to work or nothing would save him!
The doctor rose. "Steve, come here!" He drew aside the curtain that covered the mirrored window. "There's what I have in mind for you. How would you like a piece of that?"
Unbelievingly, Steve stared at the naked girl. She was still on her back, her hand moving more quickly and rhythmically in her cunt as she grew tired of waiting for the treat Dr. Duncan had promised. Her tits were red and rigid from the rubbing she had given them, and her lovely thighs were opening to give her eager fingers more room inside her.
"There, Steve! How about it? Would you like to spend an hour or so locked in there with that little piece at your disposal? She's waiting for you, you know!"
Steve looked at him with gratitude and lust. "Brother," he sighed, unable to take his eyes from the naked girl, "if you really think she'll have me-"
"Hell's bells, Steve," the doctor cried! "What do I have to do for you! That little witch just took a screwing in the rear from me that would cripple most women and then begged for more! Have you? She'll beg you for it!" Impatiently the doctor wrenched open the door to the therapy room and shoved Steve into it.
At Steve's entrance, Sherry's hand pulled guiltily away from her hot cunt. At last, she thought, the man Dr. Duncan had promised! Her eyes ran down his body as he flung aside his clothes. His chest was beautifully developed with large, strong pectoral muscles. Golden hair curled between his breasts, and his biceps rippled with every movement. Hastily his hands were at his belt, then his trousers and undershorts fell beside the jacket and shirt on the floor. He stood naked before her, legs spread in the unconscious stance of the conqueror, as he surveyed the naked girl at his feet. His penis had risen from its nest of golden curls and was standing, red, angry, and, to the almost virgin girl, frightening in its size. This was only the third prick she had seen, really. Jimmy, who had raped her in the Park had buried his small rod in her before she had a chance to see it, and when she had looked up at Roscoe's black prick which he had buried between her breasts, it had seemed enormous only because she had no basis of comparison. True, she had had ample time to become familiar with Dr. Duncan's equipment, but Steve was different. Dr. Duncan, had she known it, had been abnormally long, but no wider than is common. Steve, on the other hand, was of a common enough length, but so big around that she was sure her fingers would not meet if she grasped his swollen organ! And because he was wild with passion now, just looking at her, he was already on the brink of coming, his red stiffness was fully distended.
"My lord," he panted, "I'm so hot for you I won't be able to wait. I can't even get it in before I come!" Desperately he stared at her. "What should I do?"
Innocent though she was, an age-old female instinct to comfort stirred in Sherry. She knew nothing of the problem the boy was dealing with, she only knew that he needed reassurance more desperately than she needed his prick inside her. The memory of the rape stirred in her and she remembered the sick pleasure she had felt when Roscoe used her breasts to come.
She reached a beseeching hand up to him. "Come here, honey. Put your prick on me, anywhere you want, and shoot it on me, baby. I want that. I want you on me, wet and hot and slippery. Baby? Come on, give it to me."
With a groan he flung himself on the mattress next to her, then moving with frantic speed he climbed over her to straddle her chest. His prick settled naturally into the valley between her large hard tits, and, taking one in each hand he squeezed them together around him. The nest he had created around his pulsing cock was all he needed. He moved in spasmodic thrusts, grunting with relief as his over-loaded testicles discharged their burden. The flow was copious; it had been a month since he had tried anything with his sneering wife and he was overdue. Finally he was done. Red with shame as his senses returned to normal he moved back. With deep embarrassment he glanced quickly at the girl to see how sick with disgust she might be. But Sherry was not disgusted at all. She smiled a slow deep smile at him, then, holding his eyes with hers she moved her hands up to touch the milky sperm that lay puddled between her breasts. Slowly, voluptuously, her hands moved, stroking the warm wet stickiness over her breasts, rubbing the nipples, then on down to caress her stomach. Finally, glistening from her use of his sperm, she rubbed her still wet hand across her cheek and mouth, then, still watching his excited reaction, she slowly inserted her wet middle finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmmm, good!" she murmured smiling at him, telling him with her eyes, her mouth, her wet body, that she wanted him, wanted him any way he liked. Watching her response with fascination he knew that here was a girl in a million, a girl who would suck him dry with that hungry mouth, jerk him off in a phone booth if he demanded it, spread her legs for him if he snapped his fingers. Thinking these thoughts he glanced down at himself and was not surprised to see that his cock was up and throbbing again, ready to really give it to her! Feeling, for the first time, his mastery, his manhood, he spoke harshly to her.
"Spread your legs, damn it!"
Startled, she, too, looked down at him. "Oh yes, honey," she breathed, wanting this big man-thing inside her cunt where it belonged. Now she would have what little frightened Jimmy had not been able to give her that night in Central Park, what she had been hungry for, obsessed by ever since. She would know what surrender really was, what it was like to feel a man's cock rammed into her, banging away, jabbing and prodding, fucking her into a total helpless pleading moaning surrender. "Oh, God, Steve, do it to me!" she moaned.
Kneeling between her outspread thighs, Steve grasped his swollen prick in his hand. Eyes riveted on the juicy pink cunt spread open before him he guided his stiff penis to the slit in the girl. Playfully he rubbed the red round head of his cock against her, pretending he was about to take her, and then withdrawing.
"Oh please, honey," she almost wept, "don't make me wait any more. I need it, baby! Give it to me!" Shamelessly she forced her legs still farther apart.
Suddenly, without warning, he rammed her. Ignoring her frightened cringe away from his hugeness, he stuffed his overlarge cock up the nearly virgin slit of the girl.
Sherry cried with terror under him. Her fingernails raked his back, and her hips moved frantically, trying to shake him off. She was being torn in two! Jimmy's prick had been roughly the size of a man's middle finger; this, this animal was as big around as the bottom of a beer bottle! Raging at the pain being forced on her she tried to struggle, but pinned helplessly to the mattress by his weight and strength, she could do nothing. "Damn you!" she yelled at him in helpless rage as he began rhythmically to thrust his prick in and out of her. He raised himself to his elbows and looked down at her, laughing.
"You asked for it, baby, and by heaven you're getting it!" he said.
She stared up at him, realizing how helpless she was. Her strength was no match for him. She would just have to bear it till he had finished and taken this huge painful thing out of her outraged body. As she quieted she became aware that he was not hurting her as badly as he had. Her cunt had been dripping juice all afternoon, during the doctor's onslaught on her ass, and during her play with herself, and she was thoroughly lubricated. Now, feeling the huge rod that was Steve, rubbing her once innocent vagina, and his pelvis pressing her sensitive clitoris, she found that she didn't want this to stop, not ever-not, at least, till she got what it was she was looking for!
In his office, Dr. Duncan and Lou were watching Sherry and Steve fuck through the one-sided mirror. Absently, the doctor had removed Lou's clothes and his own, and was squeezing her small breast. Lou bored him; he had had her every way and watched her with many of his patients, but the sight of Sherry still had the power to arouse him. Now, watching her buck against Steve's prick, a thought occurred to him.
"Lou," he said, glancing at her, "you'd like to have Sherry suck you off, wouldn't you?"
"Oh David," she breathed, tearing her eyes from the mirror where she had been jealously watching Steve working Sherry over, and looking at him pleadingly. "Could I? Would you let me?"
"Yes, Lou, on one condition?"
"What, David? I'll do anything you say, you know that!"
He looked at her thoughtfully. Her obedience to him was beyond question and he hadn't given her a chance at his last two women; besides, he thought she might be good for Steve.
"All right, Lou. But listen! Sherry's okay now. After this taste of fucking she's going to be looking for it, not running away from it. We'll get all the fun we can out of her for the next few days then turn her loose. Some man will grab her and marry her and if he gives her enough screwing, or arranges to swap her off with his married friends often enough, he'll have himself a good wife! And if you can get her hot enough over women so she goes AC/DC, so much the better."
She nodded, her eyes glistening and turned to the door.
"Lou!" At the sound of the doctor's sharp call she turned to him again. "Steve is the problem. I think he'll be fine, but let's make sure of it, okay? Give him the idea that you're mad over him, too."
At her nod, he continued. "Hell, while we're at it, let's make a real party out of this! Phone Bill and Jack to come over, and, hmmm, Claire and Jean. Tell them we have two new members of the group therapy club to break in! Oh, yes! Get hold of Roy Jones in case we want to take some movies or stills later. By God, I think I might even take another crack at Sherry myself!"
Lou hesitated. "Doc, could the calls wait a few minutes? I-I'll make them now if you say so, but I think Sherry's ripe now, and if I wait to go in there till she's come with Steve she might not be interested in me for awhile."
The doctor looked at her. "What the hell, Lou! Sure, go ahead! Get yours, then get your ass out here and make those calls."
Gratefully she proceeded to the door while Dr. Duncan returned to his place at the two-way mirror.
When Lou, naked, small breasts marked with her high brown nipples, glided into the therapy room, Steve had paused in his assault on Sherry. She was lying, wiggling under him, clearly not yet satisfied, but, due to the orgasm he had enjoyed between Sherry's breasts, Steve had plenty of time and was amusing himself making the beautiful girl humble herself by trying to force him back to fucking her.
His gaze sharpened when he saw Lou, but he was at a point where nothing surprised him. Proud as a rooster in a barnyard, he looked the once proud, stiff white-uniformed nurse up and down and said, "Hell, Lou, you're kind of scrawny, but maybe I'll give you a break when I finish this job."
Lou, hating men as she did, could have scratched his eyes out, but she was aware of the doctor watching and listening behind the mirror in his office, so she smiled sweetly and said, "Oh Steve, I'd like that!"
She knelt down beside the couple. Steve was still deep inside Sherry and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Steadily she was pulling herself against him, her eyes shut. He leaned on his elbows above her, watching her determined passionate face. Whenever he felt that she was about to come, he pulled out of her, letting his stiff prick brush back and forth tantalizingly against her wet spread cunt. Helplessly she squirmed and begged. Steve, however, had had enough rejection from his frigid wife, so that the bliss of having a beautiful naked woman begging him to fuck her, combined with the awareness of his huge prick that he knew was aroused enough to stay hard like this for hours, was more fun than actually having an orgasm now. He felt sexually free! Sherry's excitement at his premature ejaculation, her eager, welcoming enjoyment of it had made him realize that he did not have a sex problem after all! All he had to do was rub himself on a woman's tit, or in her mouth, have his quick one that way, then just wait a few minutes and Old Faithful would be ready to spout again, in any part of a woman he cared to shove it!
Filled with his own pleasure he watched with lazy interest as Lou's hand closed on Sherry's breast. He had wondered about Lou-her masculinity showed sometimes-and had been curious, like most men, to see what it was like watching a dyke making love to a regular girl. So, politely, he rose to his knees. "Hey, Lou! You want to play around with Sherry? As long as I can keep her cunt you can have her tits and mouth, how's that?"
Lou could have killed him for his masculine egotism but the prize he offered was too precious. Sherry's mouth, that red wet mouth in the spot she had been dreaming about, oooh!
Smiling gratefully at Steve she went to work on Sherry's breast. Sucking, tonguing, biting, pulling, she was driving Sherry wild. Steve, becoming interested, had started banging the sex-maddened girl again.
Under him, feeling the added bliss that Lou was giving, Sherry felt that she would do anything, anything at all to come! She moaned fretfully when Lou's mouth left her breast, then stirred to feel two soft round knees on either side of her head. Before she knew what was happening, Lou had sunk down over her face, and a wet something was rubbing against her closed mouth. Lou's voice spoke. "Come on, Sherry, honey. I showed you how the other day, and now I want it. Open your mouth, baby."
Sherry was in doubt whether to obey. She didn't want a woman, she wanted Steve, she wanted his cock plunging into her! Why the hell didn't Lou leave her alone now that she had him!
Steve realized what was going on. By God, he had had enough of a woman saying no, and that's what Sherry was saying to Lou, judging by Lou's tortured expression. All of a sudden he was on Lou's side!
"Hey, Sherry," he said. "Give Lou what she wants or I'll take it out and screw her instead of you!"
At the moment the idea didn't seem too bad to Steve. He was astride Sherry's hips, his prick in her, and Lou was astride her head, bent toward him as she rubbed her deprived cunt across the reluctant girl's lips. As a result of the rather awkward position, Lou's small graceful breasts were dangling inches from his hand. Impulsively, he seized one and pinched the tit, at the same time leaning forward to sink his tongue deep into Lou's ready mouth. As Lou's eager tongue met his he shoved himself hard into Sherry.
Realizing that he meant what he said, and knowing that she would go mad if she didn't get her fuck now, Sherry's mouth opened. Expertly Lou twisted so that her clitoris was in the other girl's mouth. Sherry was amazed. Inexperienced as she was, knowing only the feeling of her own body, nevertheless she realized that Lou's clitoris was much more fully developed than her own. Probably she had been born that way, or perhaps years of lesbian love had developed her; it didn't matter.
What did matter was that, as Steve's plunging cock banged in her, the feeling of Lou in her mouth was almost like having another cock! With no hint of reluctance now, Sherry sucked the other girl. She moaned with pleasure as she tasted the wet sweet-sour taste, as her lips pulled eagerly at the woman-flesh above her. As Lou caressed her breasts while kissing Steve, he, in turn, was roughly squeezing Lou's tits as he fucked Sherry. Sherry felt the flesh of her insides catching fire with the pummeling she was taking from the huge penis and she wanted Lou, dear darling Lou, to know the bliss of a cock in her. Quickly she slid her tongue to Lou's wet vagina. Forming it into a long hard point she began ramming the other girl as hard as she could. Lou squirmed blissfully over her, her large clitoris rubbing itself on Sherry's teeth, as Steve accelerated the tempo of his thrusts.
Suddenly, her body twisted convulsively as she began her spasm. Feeling her cunt milking him, Steve began to squirt in a blissful series of contractions, and this drove her even wilder. Her tongue was moving in and out of Lou's vagina like a small trip hammer, and, as she was having her last shattering spasm under Steve, she was rewarded by Lou's knees clasping her head convulsively. Quickly she moved her mouth back to the nurse's clitoris and gently, oh so gently, sucked the sensitive swollen organ. Then she felt darling Lou move off her wet mouth and face as she finished, and almost at once Steve's prick, drained by her thirsty cunt, slipped from her body.
"Oh, lovely, lovely," Sherry breathed softly, I want to do it all over again, that way, and every way ... as soon as I wake up!" And blissfully, her face still wet from Lou's cunt, and milky syrup trickling from her battered vagina, Sherry fell asleep, fully satisfied for the moment!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE PATIENTS two weeks later sherry was sitting alone on a bench in Central Park. She had gone there more to get away from the silent house, with only the maid for company, than because she wanted the exercise. Dressed warmly against the brisk pre-Thanksgiving air, she had walked drearily for a mile or so and then sat here for a cigarette and a rest. Against her will, her mind started back to that evening two weeks ago when Dr. Duncan's 'patients' had come to the group therapy session.
Before they arrived, when she awoke from the sleep she had fallen into following her passionate surrender to Lou and Steve, she had been seized by an overwhelming agony of guilt. Self-disgust had washed over her as she thought of her behavior with a man she didn't know at all and a woman she didn't want to know! Dr. Duncan had tried hypnosis to put her back into a condition of eager sexuality but, for the first time, she had fought him and he had been unable to put her under. Finally, furious at her refusal to do his bidding, Dr. Duncan had left her. Shortly after, Lou had come in, dressed in a severe long black robe, slit to upper thigh from the floor, and from neck to waist.
"What's the matter, honey?" she had asked tenderly, kneeling beside the naked girl and reaching a hand out to smooth the tumbled curls.
Angrily Sherry had jerked away. "Leave me alone, Lou! I've had enough of this! I want to go home!"
For a moment Lou had looked startled, then she smiled. "Sure, sweetie, I understand. But that's just part of your sickness. You are still suffering from guilt so you aren't yet fully able to enjoy sex as normal, healthy people do. But Dr. Duncan is going to help you, dear; you know that, don't you?"
"Well," Sherry said, "I guess so."
"Why, you know so, Sherry! You know that Dr. Duncan is an almost miraculous counselor in the field of sexual problems! Why he has a waiting list of forty people! You were very lucky he agreed to treat you!"
"But, Lou," Sherry exclaimed, sitting up, "his kind of treatment doesn't seem right to me! I realize I don't know much, but, but, somehow sex with people you don't care about seems wrong to me. I do want to cooperate-I want to get well, but...."
Quickly Lou cut her off. "Of course you do, Sherry, and you will! Just leave it up to the doctor! Now why don't you go in and have a nice shower. And when you are through I have a surprise for you-something you'll like! That's a good girl!" She smiled brightly as Sherry arose obediently and made her way to the adjoining bath. Then, eyes narrowed in thought, she made her way to the bar against the wall.
When Sherry emerged ten minutes later she looked better. She had washed her hair and wrapped it in a towel to dry. Her body, naked, beneath her turbaned head, glowed with the rough scrubbing she had given it in the stinging hot water of the shower, and her nipples were again hard and pointed from the jabbing of the needle spray against their tender rosiness. Lou was waiting, holding out a frosted glass.
"Here, honey," she smiled, "drink this and you'll feel even better!"
"Oh, but mother doesn't like me to drink! She wouldn't approve!"
Despite her quick anger, Lou managed a gay smile. "Oh for heaven's sake, Sherry, you know your mother wants you to obey the doctor!"
At this reminder of the order Dr. Duncan had given her repeatedly under hypnosis, Sherry's resistance melted. "Well, if you really think so...? " Reaching out she took the glass. "What is it?" she asked, after a cautious sip of the almost clear liquid.
"It's a martini, dear. Now drink up fast and see how good you'll feel. Then I'll make you another, and you'll be glad you did as you were told."
Obediently, Sherry drained the glass. She coughed and almost retched as the liquor seared her throat. Tears came into her eyes and through them she glared angrily at Lou. "Why, that's horrible!" she said. "I don't want any more!"
"Just wait," Lou soothed.
In a moment the spreading warmth exploded gently in her stomach. She could almost feel her tight nerves unwind, and, for the first time since she had awakened, her body felt pleasurable. Almost eagerly she took the second drink Lou handed her.
Three drinks later she was feeling blissful. Lou had piled bright velvet cushions into a nest for her, choosing greens and blues and violets to accentuate her copper hair and the rosy tints of her white body. She was stretched out, smiling blearily, one hand holding her drink while the other absently caressed a nipple, when Dr. Duncan entered with Steve and an attractive couple in their mid-thirties. They all began to disrobe, the new couple, introduced as Claire and Bill, making admiring comments on the new member of the therapy group. Hazily, Sherry listened to their frank remarks about her breasts, thighs, and cunt, excited by their glowing praise. Claire, she thought, was lovely. A short plump blonde, she was all pastel. Darker blonde curls decorated her mons veneris, almost invisible against the whiteness of her skin, and her nipples were pale pink, excitingly accentuated by the darker hue of aureolas that seemed designed for a man's hungry mouth. Sherry wondered if Claire would make love to her, but, coached by Dr. Duncan, Claire was paying attention to no one but Steve. He had dressed when he had left Sherry earlier and now Claire was eagerly helping him again undo his belt. Before he had even had time to drop his trousers, Claire had fallen as in homage to her knees and was eagerly busy sucking his huge protruding prick, making low throaty growls of eagerness as she thirsted for the pulsating sperm soon to come. Bill, the man she had arrived with, however, had eyes for no one but Sherry. Hastily he cast off his clothes and probed her body with hungering eyes and an obviously rising passion. He was dark, short and stocky. His chest, stomach, and groin were heavily matted with black curling hair, out of which his red penis offered aggressive evidence of his desire. He was obviously of Latin extraction, to judge from the deep brown of his skin, snapping brown eyes, and full red lips. Sherry was entranced, when he sank beside her on the large mattress, to observe the exciting contrast his hairy brown hand made when he quickly brought it against the inside of her snowy thigh. His Latin darkness brought a quick and exciting memory of the Negro, Roscoe. She moaned softly as his finger slid into her passion-wet slit and began a slow massage.
"Hey, not so fast, kid!" he said, laughing. "We've got all night so let's not come too quickly. Here, have a cigarette." His white teeth flashing in the darkness of his face, Bill produced a thin cigarette which he had been holding in his free hand, and put it to her lips. Sherry accepted it, and Dr. Duncan, who hadn't yet disrobed, leaned over to light it for her.
"Hey, Sherry," Bill said. "Let's see if you really know how to smoke. See how long you can hold it in, baby."
Obediently Sherry took a deep drag and held her breath. The room swam around her, and her heart pounded. At Bill's urging, she drew deeply again. His finger was tracing circles around the deep rosy aureola of a nipple, and it puckered and rose in a female erection of its own as she dragged on the cigarette again. The smoke from the strange cigarette was filling her lungs and seeming to filter into her bloodstream, stirring sensuous feelings of well-being throughout her entire body, making every moment seem hours of ecstasy. Deeply, blissfully, she sighed, and became delightfully aware of millions of tiny prickles starting in her distended nipples. Eagerly she pulled Bill's head against her breast. "Suck me, honey, suck me!" she moaned as his lips closed over a tit. Taking still another drag she gave herself up to the tingling timeless ecstasy of his mouth. Never had her nipple felt like this! The excitement began to pervade her entire body. Her stomach felt as though she was going down fast in an elevator and her clitoris began to throb as he mouthed ever-enlarged areas of her tit. Unbelievably she was going to come, just from that heavenly mouth sucking her! Her hips began to gyrate under her and her legs came up and apart. Dimly, hazily, in the background she was aware of a new little man she hadn't seen before. He had focused a large camera on the marvelous sensitive spot between her legs and two brilliant floodlights glared into her eyes. So strangely sensitized was she that she almost felt the pressure of the hot light warming the ever-flowing fluids drenching her vagina. A drugged flicker of modesty drifted into her mind but dissolved instantly as Bill's teeth nibbled more aggressively on her tit. Shutting her eyes against the glare of the lights she gave herself up to the bliss of the orgasm, pulsating contractions that seemed endless in her drugged freedom from measured time.
For time had gotten lost. When Sherry thought back to that night it was like looking into a shifting kaleidoscope. Scenes and memories came and went. There was the strange twisted excitement of watching the others ... Claire, who, having made Steve come, insisted that he beat her naked ass with a leather thong she had gotten from one of the wall hooks. Steve, so long meek and humble with his frigid wife, showed an unexpected enjoyment at whipping Claire; as the sharp stinging blows continued, angry red welts formed their hodge-podge patterns on her alabaster white blondeness. Droplets of blood appeared from the harshness of his invited sadism until Bill said, "Hey, fella, cool it, will you? She'll be too sore to fuck for a month!"
"No, don't stop!" Claire had moaned. "It's so good ... oh, it hurts! ... My God, I just keep coming! Oh, baby, baby baby!"
Steve dropped the leather thong and twisted the squirming woman onto her back, ramming his huge throbbing prick to its hilt in the blonde's wet cunt. He came twice and quickly to the accompanying ecstatic screams of his satiated partner. Never again would Steve have doubts about his ability to satisfy a woman!
Lou was paying no attention to anyone but the women. But a petite girl called Jean had arrived at one point or another and she was clearly Lou's personal possession. A pretty, brown-haired girl of Sherry's age, she was obviously terrified of the men, who had been warned by Dr. Duncan to leave her alone, but appeared totally enraptured with Lou. She waited on the older woman hand and foot, snatching every chance to caress her breast or to bring Lou's hand to rest between her legs. Finally, excited by the adoration, Lou had fallen on the girl in a 'sixty-nine' position, and they had writhed their way to simultaneous orgasms, oblivious of the excited gaze of the others. Despite coming, in response to Jean's practiced tongue, Lou still had not had enough. Saying harshly, "Wait there, baby!" she went to the wall where the odd gadgets Sherry had seen when introduced to the room either hung suspended or rested on shelves.
When she returned she was strapping a dildo about her slender hips. Made of red rubber, and liberally covered with short hard rubber ridges, the dildo had a hollow core. Attached to the implement was a large bulb, made in the shape of two testicles. This Lou had filled with hot soapy water, and it dangled, wet and sloshing, between her legs. She came back to the mattress, her eyes fixed on the nude and cowering Jean.
"Oh, Lou, no!" Jean pleaded. "You know I don't want to try that! It reminds me of men-it scares me! Oh, Lou, don't use it on me, please!"
But her pleas were of no avail; in fact, it was obvious that the young girl's fear was exciting Lou. Her brown high nipples had come to two long points and she breathed harshly with passion. The men and Claire, and the half-drunk, half-drugged Sherry, all stopped their own pursuits to watch. Lou dropped to her knees beside the trembling Jean and slapped her tear-wet face viciously. "Shut up, you bitch!" she hissed. "You'll do as you're told! Spread your legs!" As Jean, terrified, pressed her legs tighter together, Lou grabbed a nipple between her fingers and twisted cruelly. Jean moaned but kept her legs closed, and Lou's fingers tightened. Jean screamed and Dr. Duncan made a move to halt this cruelty. His gesture was unnecessary, however, for Jean, unable to bear the pain any longer, surrendered. Her thighs parted and Lou released her tit. Looking down at the girl's cunt, Lou spread the lips with one hand while she guided the large dildo, copiously lathered with petroleum jelly, into the small and now dry vaginal orifice. When she knew that it was pointed up the cowering girl's flaccid labia she lunged with forceful vigor. Jean groaned, but Lou ignored the now-sensual sound and pressed the ten-inch instrument to its hilt. Then, leaning over the moaning girl, she began slowly to push and pull the dildo in and out of Jean's body. Jean, who had been voicing objections just moments ago, began to respond slowly, but eagerly, to the rhythmic movement of the artificial device. Gradually her hip movements accelerated, not to escape Lou's fucking, but to assist it, and her groans changed from sounds of pain to the guttural pleading of pleasure. In faster and faster tempo the two women ground pelvises together until finally Jean cried, "Now, Lou, now! Oh Lord, that's good!"
Reaching behind her and between her legs, Lou squeezed the bladder of the dildo and the hot soapy water spurted into Jean's rasped cunt.
The girl's face wore a look of total fulfillment and she wriggled wildly against the dildo. "Oh Lou, this is marvelous!" she said gasping. "In a minute I'll do it for you, darling!" Slippery with perspiration, Lou smiled with triumph as she collapsed into the willing arms of her partner.
Minutes ... or hours ... later, Sherry was smoking another of Bill's odd smelling cigarettes when the buzzer signaled another arrival. Sherry looked up with surprise to see a new man enter. Her mind working fuzzily, she tried to think why he had been included. Steve and Claire were apparently paired off, the two women wanted only each other, the little man was there only to take photographs, apparently, and Dr. Duncan, tired from his afternoon with Sherry, seemed content merely to watch his patients perform. In fact, he hadn't even bothered to remove his trousers, evidently rather bored with what, thus far, were familiar activities. As for Bill, her still oozing cunt bore dripping evidence of who Bill's attachment was meant for. He had screwed her twice already and seemed to be regaining his strength for another onslaught. So what about this new man?
Seeing her look of curiosity, Dr. Duncan introduced him to her as Jack. Jack was slender and willowy, with wavy hair and an effeminate manner. As he undressed, he ignored her, but looked the other men over with frank eagerness. Even to Sherry's inexperienced eyes he was homosexual or bisexual so what was he doing in this well-paired group? She was soon to find out!
Dr. Duncan glanced meaningfully at Bill who, unnoticed by Sherry, nodded. Then he beckoned Jack over to him and the two started talking in low voices. Sherry had ceased to pay attention to them because Bill had recovered quickly and was rubbing his erect prick against her stomach with a suggestive pressure. The cigarette was having the same effect as the first one; Sherry felt herself melting, and a heat running through her breasts and thighs and into her wet cunt. Suddenly, she again felt a desperate need for a man. She took Bill's prick in her hand and rubbed it. "Honey...? " she murmured encouragingly, "Shall we?"
Bill laughed, "Sure, baby, but how about you doing the work this time? Get on top." There was a brief moment of embarrassment at playing the male role with the others watching, but Sherry needed what Bill was offering. There was a fire deep inside her body that only a man's penis could put out. Quickly she straddled his erect penis and lowered her wet cunt down on it. Kneeling upright she began to move against him. He glanced behind her then grabbed her upper arms, pulling her breast down against his hairy chest and crushing her to him. Surprised, she continued, however, to move against him. Then, too late, she understood the reason for the position he had forced her into. A hard object was moving against her rear, probing for the other opening that Dr. Duncan had explored that afternoon. It was still tender from his onslaught and she squirmed, trying to escape the new penetration. Bill's arms held her strongly, however, and the unknown penis had found her tiny hole. Relentlessly it was pushed into her. She moaned as her stuffed vagina was crowded by this new invasion, but both men ignored her. Bill thrust his loins against her, causing his prick to go even deeper, and the unknown man behind her answered the thrust with one of his own. "Damn, this is good, sweets!" she heard a voice say, and knew that her new tormenter was Jack, the queer. He lunged again, deeper, and his prick was up to the hilt in her, rubbing against Bill's huge organ, which was separated by only a thin membrane. The two men began their fucking. At first she begged them to let her go, but as they continued, she began to want what they were doing to her. Her cunt and anus were stuffed full and naming and she needed something to put out this increasingly blissful fire. When she heard another voice, Steve's, say wheedlingly, "Come on, Sherry, take it in your mouth," she turned her head to find that he had thrust his prick across Bill's chest from the side and that she could reach him. Quickly his prick slid to the back of her throat.
The cigarettes, the liquor, her own young passionate body, all had done their work. Thus sandwiched, no shame, no embarrassment, only the need of what was happening to her existed. She was wildly excited by her situation; she felt the three pricks jabbing into every opening as though she were a blissful human pin cushion. Thirstily her mouth sucked Steve's cock, nibbling its most sensitive parts, as the other two men fucked her vagina and anus. Even the glare of the floodlights, signifying that the little man was taking pictures of what was happening, only added to her excitement.
Finally, she could stand it no longer. Her body convulsed in a wild violent orgasm. Her mouth sucked frantically on Steve's cock and spastic muscles of both her ass and cunt milked the two men. None of them could hold off longer. Suddenly, feeling the throb of sperm traveling up their organs, she reached a peak of total bliss, every throbbing part of her loaded, saturated with semen, caring about nothing but the bliss of receiving and absorbing the offering of the three panting men.
With an effort at reality, Sherry brought her mind back to the present. The Park, bright in the sun-filled afternoon, swam back into focus. A child with a nurse-maid in attendance was trying out a pair of obviously new roller skates, and farther down the walk an elderly man hobbled with his equally old dog. Everything was normal and wholesome and sweet-everything but herself! Only she was horrible and loathesome, depraved, sick! With self-hatred she recrossed her legs and knew, from the wet slipperiness of her swollen cunt, that, despite her shame, her body, after two weeks of neglect, wanted the bliss she had known at Dr. Duncan's.
She blinked hard to resist tears. What could she do? She would never be fit for love or marriage-she was a monster! True, the morning after that orgiastic night, when she had awakened, used, and exhausted, and sick on the mattress in Dr. Duncan's therapy room, she had done what she could. White and shaking she had faced Dr. Duncan, told him what she thought of him, and demanded that he release her. If he didn't, she had said, she would go to the police and newspapers and tell them everything no matter what it did to her to reveal the depths to which she had sunk. She would have no more of his 'treatment,' ever!
In the face of her rage and disgust he had surrendered. He would keep the pictures that had been taken as security against her talking, he said, but he would promise not to show them if she kept quiet. He would write her mother that he had done as much as he could in treating her, that time would tell how successful he had been. She was free to go.
Head high, she had left his office forever! But what could she do with the rest of her life, she wondered? She couldn't, wouldn't, continue a life of sexual depravity, but would her treacherous passionate body listen to her? And there was no solution. Roger, her former fiance, had finally given up telephoning after her repeated refusal to talk to him, for how could she inflict her evil self on someone as good as he? She was unfit for marriage, unable to live without sex ... what answer was there?
Blowing her nose, she stood up to walk home, and there, coming briskly toward her was Roger, himself! Shocked, she could only stand staring at him as he came up to her.
"Hello, Sherry. I hoped I might find you here! I was prepared to walk through the whole park if need be! Sit down. It's way past due for us to have a talk!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
HARVEST
Sherry and Roger had talked. Or, rather, Sherry had talked and Roger had listened. He had said, briefly, "All right, Sherry. I know there's been something going on. I don't think you've been refusing to answer my phone calls and letters simply because of the rape; you're too strong for that to affect you this long. So there's something more. Let's have it!" Then he had settled back and busied himself with his pipe.
Sherry's first urge was to escape. Surely she didn't have to accept this final humiliation! To reveal her total depravity to the man who loved her, to watch his face change from tender concern to loathing, oh, no, she just couldn't! Then she drew a deep breath. She couldn't run from this ordeal or she'd be running all the rest of her life; besides, she owed Roger an explanation. So she began.
She talked for an hour, sometimes pausing to wipe away a tear and blow her nose. She spared herself nothing and now that she was through she felt a sense of relief. At least her burden I was a shared one. She began to gather up her purse and gloves.
Roger rose. "Let's walk for a bit, Sherry." He took her arm and they started down the walk, the brown November leaves blowing ahead of them in the brisk wind.
Roger chose his words carefully. "All right, Sherry. You've had one hell of a time, no one's denying that! But your idea that your life is over, that all chance of happiness has gone by, is a bunch of silly school girl crap! Good Lord, what you did was done under hypnosis and drugs! There isn't a normally sexed girl in New York who wouldn't have acted exactly the same way under those unique circumstances!"
"Then-then-you mean you don't despise me? Oh, Roger! I know I could never have your love again, but I would like it so if we could still be friends?" With timid hope Sherry's voice lifted.
"Of course I don't despise you! I admit on a basis of pure male ego I might like to be the only man in your life, but what's done is done. And I'd a lot rather you did what you did and enjoyed it than to have it turn out that you were so weak and terrified of sex that your life was ruined by that damned doctor!" They had reached the Central Park Zoo and, by mutual consent, paused to lean their arms on the railing around the seal pond. The black sleek animals were leaping and diving, whiskers twitching comically.
Roger continued. "There's one thing, though, dear. You've gotten all mixed up, understandably enough! The physical urges and needs you speak of aren't depraved and 'sick' to use your word! Sex is a fine thing! It's a sharing that brings two people together and causes life to make sense for a little while. It's one way of saying, 'I love you.' A man's need to protect and cherish is part of it, and a woman's need to comfort is another part, and so are a hot meal, and a plowed field, and watching TV together with a cold beer and a bowl of pretzels. All the good things that a man and woman share and enjoy together are part of life and love, and sex is the greatest of them all!"
Tears of release filled Sherry's eyes. "Oh, Roger," she breathed, "that's so lovely! Do you really mean it?"
"Of course, stupid! And I've got one thing to add to this lecture then I'll quit! Love, for your information, isn't a fair weather thing. When I asked you to marry me last spring it wasn't just to get you in bed legally! It was a commitment, a statement of real deep feelings, a 'for better or worse' kind of thing. Well, so it was worse. That doesn't change anything. My feelings about you are still the same. I still love and want you!"
Sherry's face was radiant. "Oh, darling! I love you, too. But I got so tangled up in the thoughts that Dr. Duncan kept putting in my head!" Her face clouded. "But it's probably too late for me. I don't know if I could ever be normal in that way. I would either hate it and feel afraid to let go, or, if I liked it, I would think I was disgusting and depraved. No, honey, you find yourself a nice normal girl and marry her and have kids. Don't get tangled up with me. I'd just hurt you, and I love you too much for that."
Sherry turned to go and Roger grasped her arm roughly. "Let me decide what I need, huh? I think your ideas are nuts, and I had planned to wait to teach you that until we were married, but now I see that you won't marry me till you get these notions out of your head!" They had reached the Park drive and Roger beckoned to a passing taxicab. "Come on! We're going back to my apartment!"
Roger had a spacious one-bedroom apartment on a high floor of a new building. There was a small terrace which overlooked the Park where lights were now twinkling along the walks. The November sky was a dark turquoise and the harvest moon floated in it like a great gold flower. To the west the last streaks of red traced the signature of sunset. Sherry breathed deeply then re-entered the bright living room.
Roger had gone to shower, and, he had said, to make a couple of phone calls. He had put an album of waltzes on the hi-fi and the lilting strains of music threaded the warm air of the room. Sherry picked up the drink Roger had made for her and sank down on the red tweed couch. She felt subdued and almost frightened. Would Roger like her, or would he find her breasts too large, her hips too ripely curved? Would he want to beat her? Or perhaps he would prefer that she go down on him and give him his orgasm that way! Well, she would do whatever he wanted, he deserved that for his kindness. And even if she couldn't find pleasure herself, she would pretend for his sake!
She looked up, startled, from her thoughts, as he re-entered the room, his hair damp from his shower and wearing a terry robe. He smiled reassuringly at her. "Well, everything is set!
I called that son of a bitch, Dr. David Duncan, and had a little talk with him. The negatives of the pictures they took of you will arrive by special messenger within half an hour. Then, my pet, you can check to make sure they are the right ones and have the pleasure of burning them! I also mentioned to Duncan that the assistant D.A. was my roommate at law school. I gathered from the rest of our conversation that Duncan was planning to retire from practice in order to travel around the world! So that's settled! Now. Why don't you shower, if you like? I put a robe of mine out in the bath for you. Then, when you burn the pictures, I'll give you that lesson I spoke of!"
True to his promise, Dr. Duncan, terrified of exposure and possible criminal prosecution, had sent the negatives of Sherry along with the prints, and she had watched them shrivel to ash in the kitchen sink. Now Roger took the empty glass from her hand and set it down on the coffee table. His hands came up to frame her face tenderly. She lifted her eyes to his and found no disgust, only love, as his mouth came down to take hers. His lips pressed hers gently, then with increasing firmness, and, involuntarily her mouth opened to receive his tongue. His arms went around her, one behind her shoulders, the other pressing her buttocks to turn her hips against him; through the thickness of their two robes she could feel the firm assertion of his manhood. A tremor went through her as she instinctively moved closer, wanting him. Her tongue rubbed against his and circled, each doing a deep natural dance around the other. Joyfully she felt his hand move to the neckline of the robe. He pushed aside the clumsy terry cloth and bared her full breast to the soft light of the room. Raising his mouth from hers, he looked at her, his eyes traveling from her half-closed eyes, down the alabaster whiteness of neck and shoulders, to feast on the deep rose of her nipple. Under the excitement of his gaze, the soft circle was beginning to pucker and contract, the nipple erecting itself toward him. His fingers brushed against it, gently, then his mouth went down against her. His lips, warm and wet, circled the prickling flesh and he sucked her slowly into his mouth, increasing the pull on her tit with demanding hunger. When he removed his mouth to look at the elongated redness that blossomed like a spiky flower on the white field of her breast, she moaned a protest and pulled his head to her again, wanting more of the intoxicating sucking. His other hand impatiently pushed the cloth of the robe away from her covered breast and his fingers quickly found the half-erected nipple. He pulled and pinched with tender but firm insistence, until it was almost the hardness and length of its sister. Both breasts were rising to his touch with her rapid breathing, and, already, despite her fear, she could feel her cunt making honey for him.
They were half slipping off the narrow couch and he raised his head and laughed, his eyes narrow with desire. "Come on, honey. We've got a good full-sized bed in the other room! And take that damned thing off!" His hands pushed the parted robe from her shoulders and it dropped, unnoticed, to the floor. "God, you're lovely!" he breathed, looking down at her fully revealed nakedness. His eyes swept the tiny waist, the deep hollow of her navel, and came to rest on the copper curls that concealed the eager wetness he suspected was there. Involuntarily he groaned with desire. "Come, darling, let's go to bed!"
Stretched out on the smooth whiteness of clean sheets, Sherry waited eagerly for Roger to remove his robe. He would take her now, she supposed, wanting the hard maleness of him inside her. He dropped his robe and sank to the bed beside her, and she feasted her eyes on him. He was well muscled but slender, broad of shoulder and narrow of hip, with a tangle of gleaming blond hair sprouting on his chest. His pubic hair was blond, too, thicker than hers, and out of it sprang his penis, large and fully erect. With a moan of passion, such as she had never experienced, she reached for it. Gently, her hand circled him, and slowly she began to move the foreskin back and forth over the swollen rosy head. Blue veins stood out, carrying the load of blood that engorged him. But she wanted more, more than just her hand caressing him. She wanted to adore, to worship this instrument of bliss, and quickly she slid down on the bed, her open mouth engulfing his cock. He grunted, and his hand twined in her copper curls, pushing her eager lips farther down his pulsing shaft. Blissfully she sucked him, her tongue circling the smooth round head that swelled with excitement and filled her open mouth.
Suddenly he pulled away. "Oh, no!" she protested. What had happened? Was she doing this wrongly? Had she hurt him? Or, terrifying thought, had he suddenly remembered all that she had told him and been filled with loathing? Before she could speak further she felt him move on the bed and settle again, then, wonderingly, she felt his hands pressing her legs apart as his penis pressed her mouth again, from another direction. Joyfully she engulfed him, then quivered with excitement as she felt his fingers opening her wet cunt. She knew what he saw, the swollen sparkling pinkness that throbbed longingly beneath his gaze, but still she was overwhelmed with unbelieving bliss when she felt his tongue brush her clitoris. Her mouth was still as she lay, every nerve bursting with intense excitement, and felt the pressure of that marvelous tongue. Slowly she became aware again of what was filling her mouth and eagerly she began to suck him, wanting only to give him all the bliss she could in return for this gift of love he was so freely bestowing on her.
Hearts pounding, gasping with passion, they lay together. He had stopped tonguing her and had pulled her erect clitoris into his mouth where he sucked it strongly. Her hand grasped the base of his penis firmly to steady it against the tug of her grasping lips, and her tongue worked wildly. Steadily she could feel her already wild passion mounting. There was nothing in the world but his penis in her mouth, and her clitoris in his, and she felt waves of bliss pounding harder and harder against the shore of her need. Suddenly she could stand it no longer. Her clitoris convulsed and she ground herself against his teeth. At the same moment she felt the rhythmic pulsations that traveled up his penis, carrying the hot release of his semen to jet into her ready throat. They used each other, caring for nothing except the ecstasy of pulsing and swallowing.
At last they were still. Roger's limp drained penis slipped from her mouth and he eased himself off her body. Her body still quivered with small ebbing spasms as he reversed his position and pulled her into his arms. His mouth, wet from her cunt, descended on hers and they mingled their breaths and saliva in a blissful blending of flavors. Then they lay quiet waiting for desire to return.
Because they were young and healthy and in love, it did not take long. Roger made them a drink which they shared like a loving cup while they smoked a cigarette. Idly his fingers, not insistent now, moved on her nipple while her hand absently stroked his penis. Shortly, however, she felt it stir against her hand and turned her head to his, smiling. "Roger...? " she murmured, and he grinned in reply. "Yes, Sherry, oh yes!"
Quickly they turned to each other. His hand went between her legs and his fingers slid into her wet vagina. She had no idea whether there was one finger or three; she only knew that a hard firmness was thrusting back and forth inside her, stretching the mouth of her vagina and she began to move against the pressure. Her hip thrust shamelessly against him and he leaned on an elbow to watch her.
"That's it, baby," he whispered hoarsely, watching the striving round hips begging for what he was giving her. "Come, honey, come! There!" for she had arched herself against the wonderful fingers and her legs came up then spread open as waves of bliss pulsed through her.
Laughing with sheer joy, she protested, "But I want you, darling, not your old fingers!"
Looking down at the lovely joyful face, he ached with love, and the need to plunge himself into her welcoming body, to lose himself, completed the restoration of his vigor. He moved onto her body and rammed his stiffness into her. Savagely he pounded against her until she caught his rhythm and bucked wildly against his thrusts. Their joint passion mounted until it was a silent scream within them. All the struggle of mankind for liberation, for release from loneliness, the whole desperate driving urge for giving and taking and sharing, that had brought man out of the smelly caves of his origin into the sunlit beauty of today and the dreamed of glory of tomorrow, were being re-enacted in the tiny world of Roger's bedroom. Locked in the age-old embrace of love they strained together and were rewarded. Roger burst within her, flooding her with life and her gentler response followed immediately. Like a pool into which a pebble has been tossed, the ripples of her bliss spread out and out till it seemed tha they would swallow the farthest star. Then her vagina pulsed as though it would pull her back into her body. Her muscles tightened and loosened in a rhythm older than life itself, and waves of color blossomed silently in her brain. Beyond time, beyond thought, she floated on a sea of bliss and Roger, who had worked this magic for her, shared the wonder of their oneness.
After what seemed like eons they came apart. Speechless, they lay on their backs in naked purity, faces relaxed and smiling, Adam and Eve in an evergreen serpentless garden.
Later, they stood together on the terrace. They had eaten bacon and eggs which was all Roger's bachelor kitchen offered, and sipped hot black coffee, speaking little, their eyes saying volumes.
Now, as they looked down at the City, Sherry's eyes sought out the dark spot of Central Park where all this had begun. There were no regrets; all had been burned away in the pure flame of her love for Roger. Perhaps she would erase what had happened if she could, but then she would not be what she was now, but a self-centered silly child. The horror of what had happened to her would leave a scar, but because of it, she had grown up, had grown into a woman, warm, passionate, loving, and true. She knew that the old Sherry would have married, made hundreds of small selfish demands, gone a useless extravagant way through life, playing at adultery, playing at motherhood, of little worth to the world or to herself. But because of her experience, the pain and fear, she had been forced into facing and finding herself. At last she was ready and able to be the only thing she wanted to be-Roger's wife!
