"What's the matter, baby?" Virginia Carlson asked her husband as she noticed him rubbing his eyes for the fifth or sixth time in less than a half-hour. "Are your eyes bothering you again?"
The muscular, dark-haired young man looked up from the table where he was working and nodded, grimacing a little. "Yeh, I'm going to have to get those damned glasses soon ... before I go blind!"
"Why don't you go in and see the optometrist-first thing in the morning, honey," Virginia said sympathetically. Ralph had been putting off getting glasses for several months now, afraid to spend the money when they had so many other bills that needed to be paid. "We can spare the money now that I'm working, honey," she went on, laying down the dress she had been sewing and looking at her husband. Ralph shook his head firmly. A stack of unpaid bills lay on the small kitchen table in front of him, in addition to their current bank statement, his check book, and a cup of cold coffee.
"Maybe next month," he muttered, lighting another cigarette and drawing in the smoke deeply. "The bastards are threatening to repossess the car again. And I've got another dunning letter from those pricks down at the bank. Jesus Christ, you'd think I was way overdue on our loan or something, instead of just a couple of months!"
He brushed a strand of moist hair off his glistening forehead, wishing it would cool off. Dark circles of sweat had formed on his t-shirt, making him feel soggy and uncomfortable.
The twenty-three year-old husband had just gone back to work after a three-month layoff at the huge auto plant where he had worked since leaving the army. Unlike some of the men at the plant, Ralph hadn't tried to get out of being drafted. He had gone to Vietnam and soldiered his ass off, coming home with nothing to show for it but a couple of medals, an honorable discharge, and the sneering sarcasm of those who had stayed behind. If he hadn't gone ... if he had stayed at home, he would have had enough seniority not to be laid off.
At least it was only temporary, he told himself bitterly, looking down at the unpaid bills and cursing silently. Now he was back at work and could catch up. Virginia had gotten the job at the supermarket last week, adding a welcome additional sum to their sorry weekly income. At least now they could pay off their back bills and get the creditors off their backs, he thought.
"I really think you should put off a couple of those bills and get your glasses, honey," the beautiful young girl said, knowing that Ralph wouldn't listen to her, that he would put off things until he was ready to move. "Honestly, honey, you can let one of them go until next week when I get paid."
"I don't want to talk about it," Ralph shrugged, ending the matter as far as he was concerned. "Hey, get me a beer, will you? Jesus, it's hot in here."
Virginia stood up and went over to the fridge and opened it, peering inside. In a moment she shut the door and came back to the table.
"There isn't any more beer, honey," she said. "Want me to run out and get some?"
"No, the hell with it," Ralph said, shaking his head. He turned his attention back to the papers on the table and picked up his checkbook and a pen. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower and cool off, then," the young wife said. "You won't be too long, will you?"
"Naw, fifteen or twenty minutes," he sighed wearily. "I just hope none of these fucking checks bounce before you get your check into the bank Friday!"
"They won't Ralph," Virginia said, going toward the bedroom that opened off the small kitchen. "You finish up and come to bed soon, darling." Ralph went back to his work, sorting out the bills and writing checks for the most pressing ones. He worked for fifteen or twenty minutes, pausing periodically to rub his eyes again and try and relieve the headache that was starting to build behind his skull. When he was finally finished, he addressed the envelopes and inserted the checks, then affixed stamps to them. Then, lighting another cigarette, he pushed back his chair and looked through the half-opened door that led into the bedroom. His cock began to stiffen involuntarily as he saw the naked body of his voluptuous, nineteen year-old wife moving around there. It was obvious that she had just emerged from the shower, but the angle of the door prevented him from seeing her clearly. All he could do was to catch tantalizing flashes of her lush young body as she moved back and forth between the bed and the dresser.
Leaning back in his chair, he traced with his eyes the delicate curve that started at Virginia's shoulder blades, then sloped downward to the small of her back, swelling outward to become the roundest, firmest buttocks he had ever seen in his life and he had seen plenty.
Sometimes it seemed that he had been in every brothel in Vietnam and Hong Kong. There were few things that he hadn't done with a woman, and he could almost close his eyes and recall the hundreds of blow-jobs he'd paid for in Southeast Asia. But the memories only made him unhappy, because Virginia had always refused to suck his cock for him, or even to let him eat out her delicious young pussy.
It seemed incredibly ironic that he had the best looking and sexiest wife in the whole damned city, and yet she was as cold as a fish sexually! When he did get even a hurried and passionless fuck from the beautiful blonde it was so frustrating that it left him hostile and unsatisfied. And yet he loved her with all of his heart and soul. He kept telling himself that she would change, that she would come to enjoy fucking as much as he did, but it seemed that moment never would come. They had been married almost a year now, and Virginia was as uptight about screwing as she had been on their wedding night when he'd taken her cherry!
He took another drag on his cigarette, still watching her through the half-open door as she sat down in front of the dresser and wound her long, ash-blonde hair into a neat twist at the nape of her slender neck, turning her sensually naked body so that she gave him a clear view of her opulent, pink-tipped breasts.
He knew that she wouldn't be sitting there naked like that if she knew he was watching. Virginia was totally inhibited about showing her nude flesh to him, and it was a rare occasion when she wasn't bundled up in a heavy nightgown after one of her showers.
His prick was throbbing painfully now, and he reached down and began to massage it sensually with one of his meaty hands, sighing with pleasure as the ripples of excitement began to build in his loins. It had been almost two weeks since she'd let him fuck her, and he was horny now. Tonight he wasn't going to take no for an answer-he was going to shove his huge prick up between those creamy young thighs and split the hair-covered slit of her cunt and make her love it!
He was just about to get up from the table when the door was pushed open and Virginia came back into the kitchen. She was now wearing a pair of tight shorts that set off her long legs to perfection, and a skimpy halter top that exposed her deep cleavage. Ralph gasped with lewd excitement, feeling his prick pulsating with desire.
"Where in the hell did you get that outfit?" he asked in amazement. He had never seen Virginia dressed so sexily, and for a moment he wondered angrily if her inhibitions about revealing clothing had only been an act.
"Do you like it?" she asked nervously, spinning around on her heels so that he could see every detail of her ripe young body. The shorts were so tight that he could see the indentation of her succulent young cuntal slit, and the halter just barely kept in the swollen mounds of her breasts. "I feel almost naked in these shorts and halter, but Linda gave them to me ... she said they were too small for her. Do you really like it?"
Ralph didn't no what to say. Virginia looked good enough to eat at that moment. But his appreciation of his wife's gorgeous body was dampened somewhat by the mention of Linda Barlow's name. Linda was a bleached-blonde woman who lived in the apartment upstairs. Virginia and Linda had become good friends, although Ralph couldn't stand the thin blonde. He had met hundreds of females like Linda, sarcastic women's libbers who put down men at every opportunity. The worst thing was that Ralph knew he could have shoved his prick into Linda's hot little cunt-she had given him the come-on enough times, rushing around the building in hardly any clothing, showing off her tits and her ass to any male who was willing to look.
But he also knew that if he did screw Linda she wouldn't waste any time in letting Virginia know about it. And Virginia wasn't the type who could very easily forgive-or forget!
"I hope to Christ you aren't going to wear that outfit outside the apartment," he muttered darkly. "I mean, hey, baby, it's great for getting me all hot and bothered, but I don't want no other stud seeing that luscious body of yours like that!" He impulsively reached out and pulled her body toward him, running his hot hands up and down over her smoothly churning buttocks and naked back.
"Oh, Ralph, don't ... don't!" she protested, trying to wriggle out of his muscular arms as he buried his head in the yielding softness of her stomach. "Please, honey, you're all sweaty and I've just finished my shower!"
"So what?" he asked huskily, slipping one hand under the loosely tied halter and gripping the ripe, succulent mounds of her smooth breasts. "You can take another one after we've screwed, okay?"
"Ralph, stop it!" she cried out firmly. "Please, honey, I wouldn't have shown you this outfit if I knew it was going to make you act like that!"
"What did you expect?" he muttered, taking one of her pale, perfectly shaped nipples into his mouth and sucking on it until the little finger of meat stood out from the surrounding dark areole in a stiffening pole. "Besides, I haven't had any pussy in weeks! I'm ready, baby ... ready for some heavy action!"
She managed to push his head away from her saliva-smeared breast, then shoved his hand away from her buttock and stepped back, her eyes flashing angrily. "You know I don't like that kind of talk," she murmured nervously, aware of the sudden tension in the air. He was looking at her as if she had just denied him some incredibly delicious repast, and she hated the look in his eyes. Most of all she hated the way she felt about sex ... the nameless terror that gripped her when Ralph wanted to make love.
It wasn't only his almost animal-like lusts that frightened her, but also the knowledge that if she let herself go-really let herself go, that she might not be able to control herself. She had seen her own mother turn into a slut when a man touched her-any man! And the lovely young blonde was determined not to let herself fall into that trap, to let herself become a sex-crazed bitch in heat! As a consequence of her fears, she froze up whenever Ralph touched her lovely body with his lusting hands.
"How come you bitch about me talking dirty?" he asked suddenly, his voice turning cold and sarcastic. "Linda talks like a fucking longshoreman and you just laugh about it!"
"That's different," she protested, knowing in her heart that it wasn't different at all. It just seemed funny when Linda talked so bawdily and used obscene language. Maybe it was because Linda's lewd language posed no threat to her, Linda thought guiltily. "Besides, I don't want you criticizing Linda! She's my best friend!"
"She's a pig, baby, can't you see that?" Ralph said hotly, his anger getting the best of him. "She shakes her ass around here like some two-bit hooker ... just begging for some stud to stick his prick into her! Christ, can't you see what a bitch she is?"
"Ralph!" Virginia cried out, genuinely shocked "and angry. "How can you say something like that? She's like a sister to me. She even got me my job! I won't have you insulting her, do you hear me, I won't have it!"
"Some sister," Ralph sneered in frustration. "And you give back these damned clothes, do you understand? I won't have you running around with your tits hanging out so every man in the building can see them. And look at your cunt ... you can see it right through those damned shorts!"
The beautiful blonde wife backed away as her husband got up from the chair and came toward her, his face full of sudden rage and lust.
"W-w-what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice full of fear. "Ralph, I've never seen you like this ... stop it ... stop it!"
"Fuck that, baby," he snarled, grabbing her arm and pulling her quivering body to his. "You got me all hot and bothered with that fucking whore's costume, now you're gonna see what happens when a guy gets horny. I want some ass ... and I want it right fucking now, you dig?"
Virginia's eyes widened in outrage and fright. "Are you crazy? You talk to me like that and then expect me to go to bed with you? Let me go ... let me go!"
"Damn it, I've had enough of this shit!" he raged, jerking her roughly into the bedroom and throwing her down onto the bed. "Go on, get those fucking clothes off or I'll do it for you!"
Bursting into tears, Virginia looked up at her enraged husband, knowing that he meant every word he said. He could be brutal when upset, something she had seen on numerous occasions when anyone crossed him. Her eyes were red and tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to move to the far side of the bed, "No, Ralph, please, don't hurt me," she wailed. "Just let me alone ... we'll talk this out tomorrow after work! Oh, please, honey don't do this to me!"
"Talk my ass!" he sneered, his voice shaking with rage. With one quick movement he pulled off his t-shirt and flung it to the floor, then began undoing his belt. "No more talk, baby! Tonight I'm getting me some ass!"
"No, no ... I can't ... I can't...." she cried out, her tears forgotten now as she retreated further away from him. "I don't feel like it!"
But her frustrated young husband had gone too far to stop now. His pent-up anger had finally erupted with the force of a hurricane, turning him into a brutal rapist, determined to have his obscene pleasure no matter what the cost might be later. His wife's fright only served to increase his desire. He was going to screw that sweet little tight pussy, get his rocks off the way he'd wanted to for months, and there wasn't one damned thing she could do about it! Angrily he kicked off his jeans and his long, thick cock shot obscenely out, hard as steel, throbbing with lust. Crudely he seized the massive shaft in his hand and leered at his terrified wife.
"You think I'm a damned male chauvinist pig, don't you?" he shouted down at her. "I'll bet that fucking Linda has been putting all that shit into your head. Well, baby, you're my wife ... my personal property, see? That means that sweet little cunt is mine, too, you dig? I'm gonna show you how a real man screws ... and you're gonna react like a real woman for a change, bitch!"
His strong hands reached down and ripped open her flimsy halter with one stroke, exposing her quivering mounds of breast-flesh. Horrified, yet fascinated at the same time, Virginia tried to edge away from him.
"Oh, no, you don't," he cried out, lunging after her and pinning her to the bed. "Not tonight, baby. I'm just gonna close my eyes and pretend you're one of them slant eyed gook whores! You know what I used to have them do before I screwed em, baby? No? Well, first I'd make them suck my cock ... or maybe take it in the asshole! They loved it in the ass, baby! You wanna try it that way?"
Holding her down with one hand, he quickly unzipped her shorts and yanked them roughly down over her lithe, long legs. Her little white bikini panties followed an instant later, the tight elastic stinging her flesh as he tore them from her body. Brutally he spread her legs, exposing the moist, pink furrow of her pussy nestled in the softly curling blonde tangle of pubic hair.
"You monster!" she wailed, trying to close her mind to the horribly obscene words he was shouting at her. She had never heard anything so filthy in all her life. He had turned into an animal right before her eyes, shouting and screaming his terrible insults and obscenities about Vietnamese women. She didn't believe him for a moment-at least, she didn't want to believe him! But something told her that what he was saying was truthful, and she shuddered all the more with horror. And she tried one last time to make him stop before it was too late. "Ralph, for God's sake, if you love me don't do this!"
"You're gonna get it one way or the other, bitch!" he cried out, the sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and defenseless, her legs spread wide helplessly against her will, making his throat tighten with passion. His eyes were excited with desire as he gazed down at her moistly shuddering cunt which seemed to contract with fear in front of his eyes. "Oh, yeh, bitch ... you can take it in the mouth, the asshole, or the cunt, I don't give a damn! Well, what's it going to be? You want it in your asshole?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, her mind reeling from the awful words. Her puckered, hairless little rectal opening clenched tightly in involuntarily response to his threat. Suddenly her cries of protest turned to shrieks of pain as, without warning, he jammed his stiffened middle finger harshly into the entranced to her shivering little cuntal canal. "AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her unlubricated pussy walls contracting desperately against the unwanted intruder. "OOOOOWWWWWWWW! You're hurting meeeeeeeeee!"
"Shut up, bitch!" he ordered in a voice that was thick with lust. "Just shut your fucking mouth and open them legs a little wider so I can ream out your cunt a little before I start fucking you!"
Almost unconsciously his free hand found the hairy sac of his balls which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His prick, long and thick, was suffused with blood, making the cord-like veins stand out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column of flesh.
Relentlessly, he twisted his finger further up into her shuddering cunt, twisting it, burrowing it savagely, her token resistance only inflaming him all the more. Her eyes were full of terror, and her mouth was contorted from the agony she was enduring, but no more screams came out from between the ripe, scarlet lips as he fondled her brutally.
"You been playing this game with me too long, baby," he snarled cruelly. "Well, tonight you're gonna find out what it's like to screw back. Because I ain't taking this shit no more! There's plenty of broads who'd be glad to have my cock up in their cunts, baby, plenty of them! You wanna be my wife you better start thinking about that! I'm through playing fucking games! You understand me? I'm fucking fed-up with you and your ice-box cunt!"
Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the tightness of her pussy and, grabbed her roughly by the arms, pulled her to her feet. "W-w-what are you doing," she wailed helplessly as he forced her down onto her knees in front of him. His throbbing huge cock was only inches from her face and she could feel the torrid heat from the shaft.
"I wanna blow-job," he announced cruelly, holding her wrist and trying to pull her closer to the pulsating prick-shaft. "Come on, get those lips wrapped around daddy there and suck him good ... just like the gook whores did for me!"
"Oh, no ... no ... NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, desperately trying to pull away. "Oh, please, Ralph, I'll do anything you want ... only not that ... NOT THAT!" The young husband smiled triumphantly, sensing her surrender. He hadn't intended to make her suck his prick, only to frighten her into responding with her succulent cunt. This trick had worked on other unwilling females, and now it had worked again. He pulled her to her feet and held her tightly by the wrist.
"No tricks, okay?" he snarled. "Because if you try anything ... if you don't give me the best piece of ass I've ever had, I'll shove my cock so far down your throat you'll think it's your goddamned dinner!"
"Yes, oh, yes, I'll do whatever you want ... anything ... anything at all!" She almost jumped back up on the bed in her desperate attempt to keep from having to suck the huge pole of male meat. She tried to tell herself that she could do what he wantedhad to do as he ordered her!
"Spread your legs, cunt," he ordered hoarsely, getting up onto the bed after her. "And this better be good!" Frightened almost out of her wits, Virginia did as she was told, stretching her long, beautiful legs out on the bed, her tears and cheeks streaked with tears, the young blonde looked even more lovely and desirable than ever to her husband in his overwhelming lust.
Grinning obscenely, he lowered his naked body down over hers, his eyes glazed with lust, his hand still stroking the long, blue-veined prick and massaging the heavy, sperm-filled balls that hung lewdly down between his muscular young legs. Seizing one of her hands in an iron grip, he shoved it down between his legs, forcing her to touch his hotly pulsating flesh. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of pungent masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery surface.
She hated having to fondle him so lewdly, prayed that he would get it over with. But he seemed determined to make her suffer as much as possible before he shoved the massive rod up into her belly and started fucking.
The touch of her hot little hand around his cock made him pant with lust. This was the first time she had ever done this for him, and he loved it. Closing his eyes for a moment, he savored the tingling flashes of rapture that surged through his trembling body.
"N-n-now," she begged in a piteous voice, trying to guide his heated shaft up between her legs and get the hated deed over with. "Hurry, darling," she pleaded, almost choking on the horrid lie she was about to tell, "hurry ... I want you!"
Ralph knew in his heart that she was lying, but he savored the falsehood, nonetheless. He could almost close his eyes and pretend that this was some dusky skinned young Vietnamese whore about to take his gigantic cock up into her belly and make him come.
"Sure, baby, sure," he laughed lewdly, grabbing her roughly by her nakedly squirming buttocks, fitting his lust-swollen cock against her tight little cuntal opening and, with one hard motion, shoved his massively swollen prick deep up into her hair covered slit.
His gigantic prick was so huge that Virginia felt as if she were being raped by a telephone pole. "AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!" she screeched, struggling desperately to get away from the fierce and inhuman pain. But every movement only forced the huge, torturously invading rod deeper up into her frantically resisting cuntal canal, making her agony that much more intense.
"That's it, bitch, sound off!" he giggled insanely, pulling her harshly up against his hard flesh. He pried her tightly clenched buttocks apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist him, the helpless young wife cringed as his fingers began to explore the hairless crevice between her asscheeks.
Suddenly she realized what he was about to do. "OH NOOOOOOOOOO!" she shrieked as the sharp tip of his middle finger began to probe the tiny entrance to her anus. This was horribly degrading, too disgusting for anyone to want to do. But he was doing it, nevertheless. His finger lewdly pressed into the tightly resisting flesh of her rectal opening, making her blush furiously from the shame and embarrassment of someone touching her there! "Ralph, you must be crazy!" she shouted, almost beside herself from the terrible pain of the gigantic cock impaling her cunt, and from the awful thing that his fingers were doing in her ass-crevice.
But her horny young husband shut off her protests by jamming his hard mouth down over hers, his tongue slithering into her warm oral cavern and dueling with her own raspy spear. And the more she struggled and fought him, the harder his body ground down against hers, the more frantically his lewdly probing tongue sought out the sweetness of her mouth.
And suddenly the startled and shocked girl realized that the lewd finger digging against her anal opening was bringing her something remarkably akin to pleasure!. It seemed shameful and monstrous that such a disgusting act could bring anything but revulsion, but it was an effort for her to keep from grinding her buttocks obscenely back in time with the piston-like rhythm of his long, hard cock which moved relentlessly up and down in her bruised and smarting cuntal passage.
Oh God, what's happening to me? her mind screamed. I can't be enjoying this ... I can't be! Suddenly her fury turned on him. Digging her nails into his naked shoulders, she struggled with all of her might to fight down the quivering, tickling sensations that spiraled through the lower part of her naked young body. Her husband's massively thick cock was ramming her like a burning knife through butter, widening her tender little cunt against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming like a sledge hammer against the tender and sensitive tip of her cervix. He ignored the fingernails ripping the flesh of his shoulders, suddenly pressing his hand tightly against her buttocks and shoving his middle finger brutally all the way up into her tightly clenched little rectal sheath, making her convulse with a wild, searing pain.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "STOP IT! I CAN'T STAND THE PAIN!"
"Horseshit, baby," he laughed down at her, his sweat dripping down and landing on her naked young breasts. "You're just like all the rest ... you're gonna get to love having something shoved up into your asshole!"
He continued to pump his huge cock into her burning, ravaged cunt, increasing the tempo of the middle finger plunging in and out of her asshole, wanting to hurt her, to subjugate her to his will until she could resist no longer. Sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her cunt and twisted his finger into her painfully stretched bottom at the same time, letting his mouth come down to suck and bite on her soft, spongy young breasts.
Virginia felt every inch of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her stomach, wildly exciting waves of rapturous pleasure began to wash over her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was trembling and writhing out of control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly intense in her entire life, and she began to moan softly, involuntarily.
"OOOOOOHHHHH ... NO ... NO ... STOP ... STOPPPPPPP!" she squealed, hating her body for giving in to this hated passion and ecstasy. She was being raped by her own husband and she was responding like a whore ... like her mother had always done! She suddenly clearly remembered how it had been after her father had died so many years before. Virginia had been just eight years old then, and she had watched her mother bring a succession of strange men into the house and lock the bedroom door while the orgies went on. And Virginia had hated her mother for that, hated her with all of her young mind and spirit. She could hear her mother's wild screams of rapture even now. And she suddenly shuddered as she remembered vividly that night she had sneaked into her mother's bedroom while one of the strange men was there. The sight of her naked mother kneeling on the floor in front of the man, her mouth wrapped lovingly around the man's gigantic cock, sucking, chewing, massaging the swollen spear with her lips and tongue! It had been almost too much to bear, and the young girl had screamed in horror. And that had been the beginning of the end of her relationship with her oversexed mother.
Now, the obscene memories flooding back through her reeling brain, she was caught up in the same trap, her body unwilling responding to Ralph's cock and finger, her cunt and asshole screaming for more of the unbelievable pleasure that they were giving her. And she screamed with pain!
Startled, Ralph pulled his mouth away from his wife's luscious breasts and stared at her. Seeing the look of hatred on her rage-contorted face, he paused his powerful sawing cock-strokes for a moment, leaving his finger sunk far up inside her quivering asshole.
"What in the hell's the matter?" he asked nervously. "You bastard!" she shrieked, wild-eyed, her face blood-red, her head twisting back and forth on the mattress. "You dirty bastard! I hate you! I loathe you! You did something nasty to mommy!"
Ralph couldn't believe the words. It was as if his young wife had suddenly reverted to a child. And he was frightened. But not too frightened to finish the job he had started. Let her play her fucking games, he thought bitterly, I'm not going to miss out on my pleasure!
Holding on for dear life, he pulled his finger out of her asshole and grabbed her buttocks, slamming his cock up into her writhing, twisting, desperately clenching cuntal furrow. Suddenly her body seemed to explode, fighting him, clawing at him, kicking and gouging. He fucked into her pussy furiously, holding on, praying that he could come before she went completely crazy.
And then his sperm-bloated balls began to swell dangerously and he knew his first flood of climax was only an instant away. He hammered his prick into her as scalding streams of thick male juice spurted out through the dilated slit in the end of his cock and bathed her quivering pussy. Then more of the explosions followed, spewing more of the creamy juices into her frenzied, shuddering belly.
"STOP IT ... STOP ITTTTTTTT!" she screeched, gouging out strips of flesh from his back with her razor-sharp fingernails. He howled with agony, but he didn't relax the grip he had on her wildly twisting buttocks as he pounded his gigantic prick far up into her cunt. "STOP When he finally pulled his cock out of her belly and fell over on his side on the bed next to her, his back was bleeding profusely from the wounds she had inflicted upon him. But he was satisfied in a way that he hadn't been sexually satisfied in many months. He could hear his wife still cursing him, calling him obscene names, babbling incoherently in agony.
"Hey, baby, he murmured, rolling over onto his side and trying to pull her naked body closer to his own sweating flesh. "Listen, honey, I'm sorry if I was rough with you. I didn't mean to hurt you...." A short, wild burst of laughter flew from his wife's lips even before he finished the sentence. She stared at him, her eyes filled with revulsion.
"Didn't mean to hurt me?" she asked incredulously. "Didn't mean to hurt me?" Ralph was truly frightened now. Virginia had undergone some sort of crazy transformation. No longer was she the loving woman he had married. In the space of a few moments she had turned back the clock and had become a harping, shrieking young girl-the girl who had witnessed her mother giving the strange man the lascivious blow-job. Ralph didn't know that part of it, of course, but he could see that his beautiful young wife wasn't the same woman he had taken to bed.
"Settle down," he said soothingly. "What the hell, honey, it was only a piece of ass. I didn't really hurt you." Virginia continued to stare at him as if she couldn't believe his words. Her whole lovely body was trembling and shaking, her mind reeling from the awful implications of what had happened to her. All these years she had fought against the obscene sexuality her own mother couldn't control. Now she was face to face with it-and it terrified and revolted her. She knew with a dreadful certainty that life would never be the same for her again.
"I'll never forgive you for what you've done, Ralph Carlson!" she spat out at him finally, her eyes blazing, her face contorted with loathing. "Never, do you hear, never!"
"Damn it, I said I was sorry," he moaned in frustration. "What the fuck do you want me to do, get down on my knees and plead for forgiveness?"
"I don't really care what you do," she shrugged, getting up off the bed and picking up her discarded clothing from the floor. "I'm going to go sleep in the front room after I take another shower and wash your filthy sweat and come off my body. You can lie there in your own filth if you want to, I really don't care!"
She strode across the room toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, turning the lock and shutting herself inside. Ralph lay sprawled on his back, his limp cock glistening in the dim light, feeling more depressed than he had ever felt in his life. What he had done to Virginia was wrong, he realized that now, but it was too late for regrets. It was over and they would have to live with it. The strange thing was that he had detected some spark of sexuality in his beautiful young wife while they had been fucking. It had lasted only a few moments, to be sure, but he could have sworn it was there. And then she had changed into a fighting, kicking maniac.
"Jesus Christ!" he muttered to himself aloud. "I'll never understand women ... never!"
And then he rolled over onto his side and went to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
"I just don't know what to do, Linda," Virginia said quietly but desperately, trying to hold back the flood of tears that were welling up in her eyes. "I love Ralph and I hate him at the same time ... I'm so confused ... so damned confused!"
"Welcome to the club, honey," Linda said sympathetically, nodding her head in complete agreement. "That's the way it is with men ... half the time you can't stand the sight of them the other half the time you can't help throwing yourself at them."
It was the next afternoon, and Linda and Virginia were having coffee in Linda's apartment. Virginia's shift at the supermarket ended early in the afternoon, giving her almost four hours to kill before Ralph got home from the auto plant.
"Do you think I should leave him?" the lovely young blonde wife asked her friend. "I know it's going to happen again, and I don't know whether or not I can keep from sticking a knife into him when it does!"
"Hey, settle down, honey," Linda said quickly, using almost the same words that Ralph had used the night before. "I don't want you murdering anyone ... not even that prick of a husband of yours. We'll figure out some other way of handling him, baby."
Linda got up and went to the kitchen counter and poured them both another cup of strong black coffee. .She winked at Virginia, adding a large dollop of bourbon to each cup. "This'll give you a lift, baby," she giggled, coming back and handing Virginia her cup. "Tell me again how you felt when Ralph shoved his finger up inside your asshole, honey."
Virginia blushed furiously at the obscene words. She had recounted every lewd detail of last night's assault to her good friend, but she didn't know if she could go over the horrible details again. She already felt so shame-ridden and guilty about her confused feelings that she didn't want to talk about them.
But Linda wasn't having any of that kind of inhibition now.
"Go on, honey," she coaxed. "It'll be better if you talk about it and get it all out of your system."
"Well, I felt all ... all...." Virginia said nervously, averting her eyes from her friend's face. "Go on," Linda prompted, taking a swig of her bourbon and coffee. "Well, at first it hurt terribly," Virginia admitted. "I was ashamed and in agony from the brutal way he was making love to me. When he started to poke and prod at my bottom with his finger, well, I wanted to scream. Then he shoved it all the way up inside me and I thought I'd go crazy from the pain and humiliation. Ralph was like a wild animal, grunting and sweating and sticking my pussy and my ... my ... "
"Your asshole, honey," Linda sighed. "What the fuck, it's only a word. It can't hurt you to say it."
"I've never used language like that," Virginia protested, feeling herself blushing again. "Anyway, it really hurt me. Then, strangely, it started to tingle and feel good. For a moment it was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I wanted him to go on. It was horrible and beautiful at the same time! I felt like such a damned whore for wanting him to do something disgusting like that, but I couldn't help myself!"
Linda nodded wisely. "Yeh, I know what you mean, baby," she said. "The first time a guy reamed out my butt I wanted to die from shame. And I was certain he was stretching my asshole big enough to drive a ten-ton truck right up inside me." She paused and smiled at the erotic memories. "But I learned to love it, Virginia. Now I can't do without a good corn-holing from some dude with a ten-inch cock!"
"You like it?" the young blonde asked incredulously. "But how could you? I mean, it's so disgusting and dirty! I'd never let Ralph make love to me there!"
"Never is a dangerous word for a girl, sweetie," Linda laughed heartily. "I learned that lesson the first time a guy tried to get me to suck his cock. I screamed and carried on like crazy. But when I finally did go down on him I couldn't get enough of that delicious prick. I was like a kid who's discovered a brand new toy. Man, oh, man ... he finally had to threaten to punch me to make me stop sucking him!"
Virginia was truly shocked now. She knew her older friend was much more experienced than she, but she had never dreamed Linda was like this! It took every ounce of her will-power to keep from jumping up from the table and running out of the small apartment.
Linda saw the expression of dismay on her young friend's lovely face and she smiled knowingly. "Hey, baby, that's what being a woman is all about. I'm just sorry I have to give a guy any pleasure while I'm getting my nuts off from his prick or mouth!"
"I don't care!" Virginia cried out in distress. "I won't do that, no matter what happens! I'm never going to be like my mother! She was vile and disgusting ... sleeping with every man who wanted her ... not caring about me or my father's memory! She was a whore ... a damned slut!"
"You're really mixed up, aren't you, sweetie?" Linda said quietly. "Since when is it a crime to get a little pleasure out of life? Your mother was only human, just like me and every other woman in the world. We got cunts down between our legs and guys got good hard pricks! And if you'd get over those damned hang-ups of yours, you'd discover that fucking and sucking are the greatest things in the world!"
Virginia looked at her friend as if seeing her for the first time. Linda was almost thirty, a slender bleached-blonde who was still pretty and had good breasts and legs. Virginia knew that Linda had been married at least once, and that she slept around, despite her militant attitudes about women's liberation. To the young and naive Virginia, the two views seemed diametrically opposed, but Linda saw nothing ambivalent about loving fucking and hating most men.
Virginia had always found Linda amusing, someone to share her secrets with and keep her company when Ralph worked the late shift at the plant. And Linda had an air of worldliness and sophistication that the young bride found fascinating. But this seemed too much.
"Really, Linda, sometimes I can't tell whether you're teasing me or being serious," Virginia complained. "Men are the ones who are oversexed and always wanting to make love ... not women! I'll bet you haven't done half the things you claim."
"You'd lose, honey," Linda laughed sarcastically. "Some of the things I've done with men would curl your hair if I told you about them. The trick is to keep the upper hand and not let them know how much you need them. My first husband was a real bastard when he found out how much I liked to fuck. He'd make me beg him for it! Christ, it was a real bummer! I literally had to get down on my knees and plead with him to give me a good hard fucking. Some nights he'd bring over his goddamned drinking buddies and make me suck everybody's cock before he'd slam his prick to me and put me out of my misery. I finally got tired of his shit and told him to fuck off. The next one was a fucking masochist. He couldn't even get it up unless I beat the shit out of him first. And then he usually dropped his load before I even got really started. Men! What a bunch of prize assholes!"
Virginia was beginning to understand Linda a little better now. No wonder she's so sour on males, she thought to herself. Still, understanding Linda didn't help her with her problem. Ralph would be home in a couple of hours and she had to either face him or pack her bags and leave.
"You didn't answer my question, Linda," she said firmly. "Should I leave Ralph?"
"If I had a handsome hunk of man like him I wouldn't," Linda giggled, feeling the several bourbons she had drunk. "The thing to do, baby, is to teach him the ropes ... show him how to be the kind of lover you want."
"How can I do that?" the young bride asked nervously. "I don't know myself."
"You could see a shrink or a sex therapist," Linda suggested warmly. "Or maybe you could find a stud who'd be willing to show you what you're missing. You know, some real cool dude who knows which end is up! Then you could practice on Ralph."
"Oh, Linda!" Virginia said, blushing again. "I couldn't do that! I couldn't cheat on Ralph! And we couldn't possibly afford a shrink for me. We're just barely making ends meet as it is."
Linda shrugged and tossed off another drink. "You want me to ask around and see if I can find a free clinic or something? she asked. "One of the broads in my consciousness-raising group was talking about some place in town where they had free sex therapy. Maybe I could find out for you."
Virginia hesitated a long time before answering, her mind filled with all the lurid stories she had heard and read about the sex therapy centers that were nothing more than fronts for oversexed swingers. Still, she had to do something. She really did still love Ralph, despite the mental and physical anguish he had put her through the night before. Her vagina and rectum still hurt from all they had been through.
"Would you go with me?" she asked in a timid voice. "I'd be afraid to go to one of those places by myself." Linda cupped her head in her hands and looked intently at her young friend. Dark circles-rimmed Virginia's normally clear eyes, and her pretty face was contorted with desperation. The last thing in the world that Linda needed was sex counseling, but she knew that Virginia probably wouldn't do it unless she went along. She nodded slowly, wondering if she were letting herself in for more than she could handle.
"Yeh, why not," she said at last, smiling brightly. "I'll try and find out where that place is and we'll give it the once-over. What the fuck, maybe they can teach me some new tricks, too! Now let's have another drink and celebrate, huh?"
Virginia wasn't at all sure they had anything to celebrate just yet, but she drank the fresh coffee and bourbon and tried to pretend that everything was going to be all right.
The next few days were torture, both for Virginia and for her contrite young husband. Ever since that obscene episode when he had literally raped her, Ralph had been depressed and uncommunicative. He and Virginia talked only when necessary, and then in terse, unfriendly sentences. Ralph moved onto the couch the next day, preferring the solitude there to Virginia's silent treatment and coldness toward him.
As for Virginia, she was having second thoughts about Linda's suggestion. It seemed impossible to reveal .her innermost secrets to some stranger-no matter how well qualified that person might be to deal with sexual problems. Several times she was on the verge of calling off the whole thing, but she let things slip by, hating her own indecision.
And then, early the next week, Linda came into the supermarket where Virginia worked, her face beaming triumphantly. Getting her friend aside, she happily related what she had learned.
"It's a perfect set-up, Virginia," Linda said enthusiastically. "The place is a non-profit foundation and you pay what you can afford. In your case it'll be zilch! They've got a big old mansion out near the high school, and my friend said it's really groovy. If these people can't help you, nobody can, baby. I got us an appointment for tonight at seven, okay?"
"I don't know, Linda," Virginia mused nervously. "I can't just leave Ralph at home without telling him where I'm going. Besides, I don't know whether this is a good idea or not."
"Shit!" Linda replied angrily. "Tell the bastard we're going to a movie or something. Hey, honey, I went to a lot of trouble to set this thing up for you. You're not going to chicken out on me now!"
"Do you promise we can leave if I don't like it?"
"Hell, yes, honey! We'll just drop by and see what they've got to offer. If you get uptight, we'll split, is that fair?" Virginia was as indecisive as ever, but she couldn't turn down Linda now, not after the trouble she'd gone through. And the situation at home was rapidly becoming intolerable. Something had to be done soon-before it was too late!
She prayed she was doing the right thing. Dinner that night was leftovers eaten in front of the television. Luckily there was a football game on, and Virginia knew that Ralph wouldn't even miss her if she slipped out without telling him she was going. But, instead, she cleaned up the dishes and then announced that she and Linda were going to take in a movie.
"Go ahead, I don't give a shit," Ralph muttered, not taking his eyes off the game. He wished now that he'd taken the offer to watch the game at the neighborhood bar down the street with some of his co-workers.
Linda was waiting for Virginia downstairs. They got into the older woman's car and drove quickly toward the south side of the city. Linda seemed to be filled with excitement at the prospect of visiting the sexual therapy center, while the young bride rode along in silence, nervously clasping and unclasping her slender hands. "Maybe we shouldn't go," she said finally, unable to bear the thought of meeting strangers and having her intimate life dissected by someone she didn't even know. "Let's just call it off and go to a movie, huh?"
"No dice, honey," Linda replied quickly. "We're going, and you're going to get rid of those damned sexual inhibitions of yours. I talked to my friend again today and she said the place is just fantastic. She had hang-ups you couldn't believe, couldn't even have a man touch her without getting hysterical. Now she's swinging like crazy! She's got a dozen steady studs screwing her, and she spends almost every night at the center looking for new meat. I guess they've got some real orgies out there."
"You mean ... you mean...." Virginia said, shocked at the sudden erotic images that danced across her reeling mind. "I mean just what I said, honey," Linda laughed. "They start out slow, like finding out what your problems are, you dig? Then, after some individual counseling, they put everyone in groups and let them work things out face-to-face. Like if you've got hang-ups about sucking cock, they put you with folks who show you all the best techniques for eating a dick. Guys who can't bring themselves to go down on a gal at home get to suck some really sexy broad's cunt. From there they work up to group sex and swinging, see?"
Virginia's face was burning with embarrassment, and her whole ripe young body was trembling violently now. "But, that's wrong ... terribly wrong!" she cried out. "And I certainly don't intend to make love to anyone but my husband! Stop the car and take me home right this minute."
They were just passing the high school when Linda shook her head. "You're a real quitter, aren't you? I thought you wanted to stay married to that handsome hunk of man you got at home. Well, baby, from what you tell me, if you don't get your head straight pretty soon he won't be there for long. Some hot-cunted bitch is going to shake her ass at him and he'll be gone! Is that what you want?"
"N-n-n-no," Virginia whispered, knowing that Linda was right. This was her last chance to change things ... to get over her pathological fears about sex and her own body. If she didn't take this chance she was a fool. "But to let some stranger make love to me ... oh, Linda, I just couldn't!"
"Give it a chance, honey," Linda laughed. "It might be easier than you think. Hey, we're here!" The Institute for Sexual Awareness was housed in a sprawling old estate that had once been the property of an industrialist. It had passed through several owners before being purchased by the foundation which now occupied it. It was almost dark as they drove through the iron gates and up the long driveway toward the mansion, but Virginia could see enough to know that the house represented the kind of luxury she had always dreamed about.
They parked in a lot alongside the house that was already half-filled with other cars, then went toward the mansion.
"Now don't freak out on me, baby," Linda said, gripping her friend's arm and holding her tightly. "And if we get separated, you just remember that I'll be close by, okay?" The beautiful blonde wife nodded nervously as they went up onto the porch and rapped on the huge door. A tall, handsome youth in his twenties opened the door after a few seconds. He smiled at them, then stepped aside and motioned them into the house.
"Hi," he said warmly. "I'm Al Meadows. Do you young ladies have a reservation for tonight?" Virginia thought the young man was one of the most attractive males she had ever seen. He was well over six feet tall, with a slender but muscular body, perfect features, strong white teeth, curly dark hair, and the most dazzling smile she had seen outside the movies or television. He was clad in faded jeans and a Mexican peasant blouse of embroidered cotton.
"I telephoned today," Linda said quickly, eyeing the youth's large, limp cock through the material of his jeans. "This is our first time here ... I'm Linda Bishop and this is my friend Virginia Carlson."
"Please, first names only," the young man named Al Meadows interrupted. "We're very informal here as you'll find out. The rule is that only staff have to use their last names."
"You work here?" Virginia asked, blushing involuntarily. She had imagined the staff would all be fat and middle-aged professionals. But Al Meadows looked hardly older than she did herself.
"Yeh," he said with another of his dazzling smiles. "I'm teaching a couple of classes here to put myself through graduate school." He paused and picked up a clipboard that was lying on a table inside the foyer. Running his finger down over it, he paused and nodded. "Yes, here you are ... Linda and Virginia. Let's see, Virginia is to go through the basic counseling, while you're enrolling in our advanced Sexual Enrichment Program, Linda. Is that right?"
The beautiful young blonde felt suddenly embarrassed at the implied admission in her answer. The handsome man would know immediately that she was terribly unsophisticated and naive, she thought to herself, blushing again. And it would be equally obvious to him that Linda was a worldly and experienced female. "It sure as hell is, honey," Linda laughed, running one slender hand up and down the youth's forearm and staring boldly down at the lump of male meat at his groin. "And I sure hope you're teaching one of my classes."
"I am, indeed," Al replied, winking at her. "As a matter-of-fact, we'll be starting in about fifteen minutes. Why don't you just wander around and get acquainted with he others while I take Virginia to meet Miss Borden."
The walls of the large, high-ceilinged foyer were paneled in rich, darkly-stained mahogany. Doors opened off the entrance hall on both sides of the hallway. Al Meadows put down the clipboard and motioned toward one of them.
"Some of the other folks are having a drink in there. Why don't you join them. I'll be back in a few minutes." While Linda waved goodbye, Al took Virginia's hand in his own and led her down the hallway and into a spacious reception room. There was very little furniture there besides a few comfortable looking chairs and couches, but the room looked cheery from the huge open fireplace that was blazing away on one wall.
"Here we are," he said, indicating that Virginia should sit down on one of the couches. "Miss Borden will be in in a few moments to take your application and get all the paperwork done." He paused, staring at her boldly. "May I tell you something, Virginia?"
"I guess so," she replied nervously, wishing that she had worn something more attractive. The baggy sweater and old slacks she had on seemed totally inappropriate suddenly, and she knew how shapeless her figure must have seemed. For some strange reason it was important to her what Al Meadows thought of her ripe young body!
"Well, I just wanted to say how pleased I am that you've decided to join the Institute. It isn't often that we get someone like you here ... someone so completely, uh, unspoiled!"
The young wife blushed at the compliment, even though she was aware he probably meant naive instead of unspoiled. She wondered whether he was making fun of her or really serious. Everything about the handsome youth seemed cultured and refined, not like her husband Ralph and his uneducated friends.
"And you're truly beautiful," he went on, devouring her body with his eager eyes. "I probably shouldn't gossip like this, but I get so tired of some of the fat, up-tight women we get here. All most of them want or need is to have some young stud make love to them and pretend their disgusting bodies are beautiful and desirable." He shook his head disdainfully. "God, they're like vultures circling carrion, if you know what I mean. I'm not shocking you, am I%" Virginia was more fascinated than shocked, and she shook her head quickly, wanting him to go on. She still had no real idea what to expect here, and any clues the virile young instructor could give her would be helpful.
"Good," he laughed conspiratorially. "You and I, are going to get along just fine. I can hardly wait to have you in one of my classes. I'll show you how beautiful sex can really be ... how wonderful it is to share your body with another person."
The lovely blonde wife felt a flush of pleasure surge through her entire body at being singled out like this. Even the way Al Meadows was lewdly sweeping his bold eyes over her luscious body didn't bother her the way it usually would. It was obvious that he was a kindred soul, someone who appreciated her as a person ... not just as meat, the way most men did-including her own husband!
"Thank you," the flustered wife managed to reply, her confusion deepening. She felt as if Al Meadows was an old friend, rather than someone she had just met. Butterflies were running wildly through her stomach as she realized how attracted she felt toward him-dangerously so!
At that moment a tall young woman entered the room. And Virginia felt even more shapeless and unsophisticated. The smiling girl was truly beautiful, with long dark hair that surrounded her lovely face. Even more disconcerting was the fact that she was wearing a costume that revealed much more of her ripe flesh than it concealed. A bright yellow mini-skirt rode high up on her creamy thighs, skin-tight, allowing Virginia to see the plumpness of her pubic thatch. The warm, fleshy globes of her jutting young breasts were contained in a skimpy yellow halter. In one slender hand she carried a file folder.
"Hello," the girl said in a husky voice, "I'm Barbi Borden." She extended her hand and grasped Virginia's nervous fingers, caressing them warmly before letting them go. The young wife felt unattractive standing next to Barbi Borden, and she prayed that Al Meadows wouldn't compare them.
Al was watching her discreetly, noting her reactions with faint amusement. Just wait until I get you in one of my classes, baby, he thought lewdly, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would have the golden-haired young wife at his complete mercy. He had seen a hundred or more naive young cunts like Virginia come to the Institute, all of them confused by their own sexuality, most of them inhibited and up-tight about their own bodies. And he hadn't failed to score once! They were all the same once they felt a good, hard cock slamming up into their tight little cunts, he thought lasciviously to himself, winking at Barbi Borden and turning to leave. Yes, Virginia might be a cold fish now, but he and the rest of the staff at the Institute would soon put an end to that state of affairs. Unless he badly misjudged his own powers of sexual persuasion, the little bitch was going to be eagerly spreading those beautiful thighs for him very, very soon!
"The girls are waiting for you to start your class, Al," Barbi Borden prompted him. "You know how eager they are for you every night. You shouldn't keep them waiting."
"Yeh, I guess you're right," Al laughed. He turned to Virginia again and smiled warmly. "Don't forget, Virginia, I want you and I to be very good friends. See you later."
He strode out of the room, leaving Barbi and the blonde wife staring at one another. "Well, let's get started, shall we?" Barbi said at last, sitting down on the couch and indicating that Virginia should sit beside her. When they were settled, Barbi opened the folder and began making notes. "Let's see ... your name is Virginia, right? Now I need to know a few personal things about yourself, darling. You know, address, age, marital status, all that garbage."
Virginia nervously answered the questions while Barbi wrote down her replies. All of her former misgivings were coming back now, and she wished desperately that she didn't feel so uncomfortable and confused about being at the Institute. She tried to tell herself that it was for the best, that it was the only thing that could save her marriage.
"Now, about the financial arrangements," Barbi said. "We don't have a set fee. I'll need to know something about your finances so we can decide on what you'll be paying for your therapy. Just tell me as much as you can about your assets, darling ... go on, don't be nervous."
A few moments later Barbi stopped writing again and looked up at Virginia.
"The final decision will have to be made by Dr. Morgan, of course, but I think we can set your weekly fee at, oh say seventy-five dollars. How does that sound?"
"So much?" Virginia asked in alarm, wondering where on earth she could find seventy-five dollars a week. Every cent she made at the supermarket went to pay back bills. "The thing is, Miss Borden, the thing is ... I mean, I thought the Institute was free! My husband and I have been having financial problems lately and we need every cent of our money for bills. My friend Linda said the Institute didn't charge...." Her voice trailed off in embarrassment and she felt suddenly ashamed and a little guilty. "Hm, I see," Barbi replied, some of her former warmth gone now with this unpleasant bit of news. "Hm, well, I'm sure you and Dr. Morgan can work out something satisfactory. Although, God knows, he can't really afford to keep treating people for nothing!"
"Dr. Morgan?" asked Virginia nervously. "Yes, Dr. Philip Morgan," Barbi sighed, losing interest. "He's the founder and director of the Institute. And a more capable and generous man you won't find anywhere." She stood up and closed the folder. "It costs plenty to keep this place running, darling, more than you can guess. Dr. Morgan's philanthropy is going to put us out of business, you mark my words."
"I'm sorry," the distraught wife said unhappily. She stood up, too, picking up her purse. "I shouldn't have come, I can see that. I don't want anyone's charity!" She was angry now, angry at Ralph for being laid off and putting them in their present bind, angry at the supercilious Barbi Borden, and angry at Linda for bringing her here and subjecting her to this kind of embarrassment.
Suddenly Barbi's attitude seemed to change. "Hey, why are you losing your cool, honey?" she asked. "I didn't mean to offend you. Look, you're more than welcome here at the Institute ... and the money isn't important." She could see that Virginia was close to tears and not at all mollified by the apology. She grasped the young blonde's arm and massaged it gently with her soft fingers. "Look, Virginia, Dr. Morgan would discharge me if he found out about this ... I mean about you getting all upset. Please, honey, try and forgive me and forget I shot off my big mouth, okay?"
Virginia wasn't at all sure she could forget her humiliation at having to ask for charity. Still, Barbi did seem genuinely sorry. It didn't seem fair to get the girl into trouble with her boss.
"It's forgotten," she said with a sigh and a forced smile. "But I still think I'll go home now."
"Not on your life, darling," Barbi said firmly. "You came here for help, and that's what you're going to get. As a matter-of-fact, I've a surprise for you. Dr. Morgan is going to be your personal therapist, isn't that wonderful? He rarely ever takes clients himself, but he told me to pick out someone who really needs an experienced professional and assign them to him. You don't realize how lucky you are, Virginia!"
Before Virginia could reply, Barbi was leading her out of the room and toward the broad circular stairway that led up to the second floor. Her mind was reeling, her ripe young body trembling with anticipation and anxiety. It seemed incredible that she could be so lucky. For the first time in months she saw some hope for Ralph and herself. If Dr. Morgan could help her straighten out her sexual problems, everything would be wonderful again-just as she had always wanted it to be!
"Damn it, Phil," Al Meadows said hotly, "I don't see what difference it makes to you if I get the new cunt! Shit, you've got more pussy than you can handle already! Besides, I saw her first."
"If she's everything you say she is, she needs my special touch," Dr. Philip Morgan laughed lewdly. "I'm sick of the fucked up cunts who come here. I need some fresh meat for a change. And, listen, Alfred, my boy, you're forgetting your place again. You're just a ... a damned flunky! You better remember that when you start making any demands on me. You'd be back in prison by now if I didn't pay off that last bitch you were so hot to screw. Well, you cretin, I'm not going to let you fuck up any more of my clients ... at least not until I've had a chance to see if they can handle a cunt-hungry sadist like you!"
Al Meadows reacted as if he had been struck across the face. He wanted to hit out at the stocky man standing in front of him, to punch the sneer off Morgan's swarthy face. Instead, he tried desperately to control his rage, knowing full well that Morgan could break him in two if he wanted. Like most sadists, Al Meadows was a coward at heart. Al and Phil Morgan had served time together in the Michigan Penitentiary, and Phil was harder than nails-a real killer when aroused. Al remembered vividly the way Phil had protected him from the cons determined to use him as a 'chicken.' It took several busted heads and bloody fights, but the other cons finally got the message and he was left alone.
And Phil had been generous with Al after they had served their time and been released, cutting him in on the robberies that had financed the Institute, giving him a job here with all the cunt he could handle, protecting him from the women he abused with ever greater frequency. Still, Phil had no right to talk to him like that, he thought bitterly, knowing that he would have to wait to get his chance at Virginia's ripe young body-if there was anything left of her after Phil Morgan got through!
"No need to get rough, Phil," he said, admitting defeat. "Just give me the next crack at her, okay? Hey, I'm late for my class ... I better split."
"They can wait," Phil Morgan said firmly, pouring himself a stiff drink from the bottle on the desk in front of him, but pointedly not offering one to Al Meadows. "I've been meaning to have a talk with you for a couple of day, kid. You know, I've got a real good thing going here, Al. I put a lot of time and money and effort into this place, and I'm not going to lose it because of a stupid prick like you! You know how much I take in here in a week?" He paused, watching Al shake his head. "Well, it's about two grand after expenses. What more could an ex-con like me want? I get all the cunt I can fuck ... three cars, a mansion, good clothes, food, expensive booze ... and it's all tax-free because of a sharp lawyer who steered me onto a good thing."
"What's your point, Phil?" Al asked nervously, knowing that whatever was coming wouldn't be good for him.
"The point is, you mother-fucking moron, you damned near ruined the whole thing for me when you beat up and raped that cunt last month!" Morgan shouted, his face livid with rage. "I warned you then to lay off the straight broads ... I told you to stick to those nympho cunts I assign you. But, no, you got to almost blow this thing for me again!"
"W-w-what do you mean?"
"You know fucking well what I mean!" Morgan shouted, getting up from behind his desk and coming toward the cowering, suddenly terrified youth. "Barbi told me she caught you trying to cornhole that sixteen year-old chick who started therapy last week. She said the broad was screaming and threatening to go to the police, and that it was all she could do to stop the cunt from blowing the whistle on the Institute!"
"She's lying, Phil," Al said, backing away in fright. "Honest to Christ, the little bitch begged me to stick her in the ass! I don't touch none of them cunts unless they want it!"
"You're a lying cocksucker!" Phil Morgan snarled, raising his clenched fist menacingly. "This is your last warning. You rape or beat up one more broad and I'll wring your fucking neck for you, understand? I mean it, you sniveling prick! I'm fed up to my ears with you ... I cut you in on a good thing ... let you screw all these nympho cunts, let you pretend you're a goddamned college boy instead of a fucking moronic ex-con, and this is the thanks I get! Now you get the fuck out of here and get to work, I'm sick of your faggot face! And listen, Al, don't you touch that new cunt, understand?"
"Sure, Phil, sure...." Al Meadows replied, praying that the stocky man wasn't going to strike him. "Hey, man, I'm sorry, really sorry ... I'll keep my nose clean, honest I will!"
"Go on, get your ass out of my sight!" Al Meadows almost ran to the door, his whole body trembling with fear. He looked and felt like a whipped animal, but his seething brain was already reacting in the only way he knew how: He wasn't going to take that kind of abuse from Phil Morgan or anyone else. He'd find a way to fix the older man's wagon, he thought, enraged at being treated like a flunky. He thought angrily, he'd fix that stuck-up cunt Barbi while he was at it. For months he'd been trying to screw the voluptuous girl, but she was strictly Morgan's private cunt, and wouldn't let him touch her. But he'd get his revenge on the both of them he thought as he went downstairs toward the room where his class was waiting for him. He'd fix them good and let them know that he wasn't some stupid jerk they could kick around at their pleasure. And he'd screw anyone who got in his way while he was doing it!
The oversexed cunts in his class tonight were going to suffer for the indignity he'd received at the hands of Phil Morgan, he thought sadistically, wanting to smash his fists into someone's defenseless flesh. He'd been easy on them so far, but tonight they were going to get more than they bargained for.
Much, more more!
CHAPTER THREE
Barbi rapped twice on Phil Morgan's door, then pushed it open without waiting for an answer. She stood aside and let Virginia enter the room.
"Ah, Barbi," Phil Morgan called out from behind his desk, quickly standing up and coming toward the two beautiful females. "And who is this, dear?" His eyes were running over the young blonde wife's body appreciatively, taking in the juicy little breasts, the trim hips and buttocks, and her long, perfectly-shaped legs. He had no doubt that Virginia was a real knockout under her not-very-sexy .clothing, and he was determined to get her out of them quickly.
"This is Virginia, Dr. Morgan," Barbi replied, handing him the folder she carried. "Virginia is enrolling in the Institute, and you asked that I refer someone like her directly to you for personal therapy."
"Thank you, Barbi," Morgan replied warmly. "You may go now." He waited until she had gone, then extended his hand to the nervous young wife. "I'm very happy to meet you, my dear. I'm sure you'll be very happy with your decision to enroll in the Institute."
"I'm a little nervous," she admitted, trying to assess the man who stood in front of her. Dr. Morgan wasn't very tall, but his body was powerfully built. He wore a tanktop, faded levis, and Mexican sandals. His chest was broad and, like his arms, heavily muscled and tanned from the sun.
His head was covered with thick, curly hair that was just starting to turn grey. His face was craggy and tanned, and his eyes were the most penetrating that Virginia had ever faced. They were staring into her now, almost as if they were reading her confused thoughts. She blushed, feeling almost naked and defensive. Pulling her eyes away, she glanced about the luxuriously furnished office. Every piece of expensive furniture was totally right for the room, from the huge teak desk to the velour-covered couch and the comfortable-looking chairs scattered about.
One whole wall seemed to be covered with diplomas, degrees, and impressive looking documents. Virginia would have been shocked to learn that half of them were forgeries, the rest obtained by Morgan from mail-order universities and colleges. "Let's sit down and talk, shall we?" Morgan said, pulling her gently toward the couch. When they were sitting side by side on the soft material, he quickly scanned the information in the folder, nodding several times. "Hm, Barbi has indicated here that you have financial problems and aren't able to pay our fee."
"Y-y-yes," Virginia admitted, coloring again. "Well, you're not to worry about that," Morgan replied, shutting the folder and fixing his powerful eyes on her again. "Well just overcharge someone who's in a little better circumstances, eh? Now, dear, I want you to tell me what your sexual problems are ... don't leave out a thing, it's the only way we can help you. Go on, dear," he prompted when she didn't speak immediately. "I've heard things much worse than you could possibly tell me, I assure you."
Virginia was blushing furiously now, her slender hands trembling as she tried to get up the courage to speak. Linda was the only other person in the whole world to whom she had confided things so intimate and personal, and she found it hard to start. But she was reassured by the man's obvious competence and air of authority. She glanced over at the wall with the diplomas once again, praying that he wouldn't think she was just some stupid little up-tight housewife.
She began slowly, telling Morgan about her mother and her own early fears about sex. It was difficult to articulate her story at first, but as she went on the words came easier, and she soon was telling the stranger her most private secrets, leaving out nothing, describing in lurid detail her sexual experience and marriage. Only when she came to that brutal night the week before did she falter.
"Go on, dear," Morgan insisted, patting her knee with one meaty hand. "Just let it all come out ... it's a necessary first step." She looked extremely despondent as she went over the events of that night, stammering over her description of the things that Ralph had threatened-and actually done to her! When she was finished, she looked desperately unhappy at having verbally relived that night of humiliation and pain.
"How awful for you, Virginia," Morgan clucked, inwardly smiling at the beautiful young wife's agonized story. He could already feel his huge prick beginning to stir under the material of his jeans. He thought smugly, what a stupid little cunt! He went over what she had told him in his mind, savoring the lurid details of the erotic sensations she had experienced when her husband shoved his finger up into her asshole while he fucked her wildly. There wasn't a doubt in Morgan's mind that Virginia would be a real hot-cunted fuck as soon as he got through with his 'therapy.' And he couldn't wait to get started.
"D-d-do you think you can help me, Dr. Morgan?" she asked piteously. "I'm sure of it, Virginia," he replied confidently. "Tell me, dear, did you have a medical examination after your husband did those terrible things to you?"
"No, why?"
"Well, just to be on the safe side, I think I'd better examine you to make sure there was no genital damage," Morgan said firmly, getting up from the couch and pulling her up by the hand. "Come along, Virginia, I have an examining room next door."
Assuming that the stocky, powerful man was a medical doctor in addition to being a therapist, Virginia made no protest as they went through a door on the far side of the office. This was something completely unexpected, and she shivered with anxiety, remembering the way she had felt whenever she had to undergo a pelvic examination.
The examining room was complete with a high table with stirrups, and all of the other paraphernalia Morgan had thought gave the room the proper tone of reassurance. He pointed to a standing clothes-tree.
"Please get undressed, Virginia," he said with a smile. "This won't take very long, then we can talk again. Take off everything, dear, I'll wash up while you do."
In a few moments she was lying completely naked on her back on the table, her creamy thighs pressed tightly together, her luscious flesh trembling again. "Just put your legs in the stirrups, Virginia," he prompted, pointing to the two metal holders at the bottom end of the table. "That's right, don't be embarrassed, dear, we'll be finished very quickly."
This was the worst part, she thought, her mind reeling with confusion and humiliation. She closed her eyes, hating the sight of her legs spread wide apart, her nakedly glistening young cuntal slit gaping and exposed to the stranger's stare.
She was suddenly startled to feel his strong hands running up her smooth thighs to the delicately scented pussy. His fingers paused on either side of her luscious cunt, his lust-excited eyes drinking in the fluted pink edges of the velvet opening, marveling at the raw wetness and the way her golden-hued pubic hair protected the pungently-aromaed slit.
The bogus doctor had seen hundreds, perhaps thousands of cunts in his life-cunts of all sizes and descriptions, from the middle-aged housewives with sagging, dark fleshed trenches between their legs, to fresh young teenager's delicately formed slits, all plump and juicy. But what he was seeing now was making his mouth water and his massive prick throb with lascivious desire. Not only was Virginia's succulent body everything he had hoped it would be, but the gorgeous young blonde's gleaming pussy-flesh was so perfect that he wanted to bend over and plant his frantic lips up in the pulpy mass of cunt and suck eagerly and lovingly on the raw wound between her legs.
He felt her flinch as his fingers increased the pressure on her dilated pussy-lips. Just relax and let old 'doc' Morgan give you his special treatment, he said silently, smiling smugly at how radically his life had changed since he had met the shyster lawyer who had put him onto his current racket. The whole thing had been beautifully simple, and he gave thanks every day to the state legislators who had neglected to pass laws against people like himself setting themselves up in business.
Because he had incorporated the Institute as a church, he wasn't even required to have a license to operate, and the tax people left him alone if he filed his required annual reports. The fucking government is stupid! he laughed silently, his fingers beginning to tremble with erotic desire now as he parted the silken outer lips and fixed his hungry eyes on Virginia's lusciously pink inner pussy-flesh. He could see that she was already damp, and her clitoris was like a little finger as it lay between the protective outer flaps of skin.
Running his fingers up and down over the dewy flesh, he pushed his pelvis forward and massaged his swollen cock against the edge of the table, increasing the pressure as he sighed with lust. Virginia was trembling, too, from the gentle ministrations of his hands down in her crotch. Her face was beet-red with embarrassment, but there was something so fascinating about lying on the obscene table and letting the stranger massage and caress her gaping pussy that she couldn't think straight.
Ralph had never been this tender with her, not even in the early days of their marriage. Usually he roughly probed her cunt like he would fondle a piece of meat, making her hate his lack of sexual skill and seeming unconcerned with her feelings. She would have given anything if her husband were gentle like Dr. Morgan.
Suddenly Morgan began to stroke her lightly between the legs, curling his strong fingers in the silken strands of pubic hair, and Virginia felt her breath coming faster and faster. Then, without warning, Morgan wormed his outstretched finger up into her gaping cunt, and in a fearful reflex action, her pussy muscles clamped tightly around it in a futile attempt to force it out from up inside "her shuddering depths.
"Just relax," he whispered, probing gently around in the pulpy, warm mass of her vagina while his thumb came down lightly on her clitoris, making her shudder again but this time with pleasure rather than fear. "Don't fight me, dear," he went on, hardly able to control his own passions as he continued to massage her cunt tenderly while his thumb beat out an erotic tattoo on her suddenly-swollen clitoris. "That's it, just relax and let me examine you. You trust me, don't you? Of course you do! Do you know, Virginia, I've never seen anyone so perfectly formed before. Your vagina is beautiful ... like a ripe flower about to open and give its loveliness to the world. Your husband is a very lucky man, my dear ... very lucky indeed!"
As he spoke, Virginia could feel his free hand running into the smooth crevice between her buttocks, tenderly probing for the hairless, puckered little opening of her anus. She felt horribly embarrassed now, but it was strangely pleasurable to lie here like this and let Dr. Morgan seek out her most secret parts. Ralph had been so brutal with her, but the doctor was masterful in the way he caressed her flesh. She forced herself to relax, telling herself over and over again that he was a doctor, that he had seen many women like this, that there was nothing personal in his overwhelming hands.
The stocky man could feel the subtle changes in her body, and he smiled triumphantly as his thumb increased the pressure on her lust-inflamed clitoris. "I don't see any damage," he said at last, sliding his finger away from her asshole but leaving his other hand still firmly planted in her cunt. "Does that feel good, dear? No, don't pull away, I want you to get used to the sensations a man's hand can bring you down there. Most men are fools when it comes to women, Virginia ... unthinking, uncaring fools, wanting only their own pleasure, not caring about the beautiful music they can play on a woman's body. To paraphrase Balzac ... putting a sensitive woman in the hands of an unskilled male is like putting a violin in the hands of a gorilla!"
The shuddering, pleasure-filled young wife had no idea who Balzac was, but Dr. Morgan certainly was no gorilla. He was making her experience sensations she had never felt before, wild, sensuous surges of pleasure that made her want to scream out for more. Suddenly, inexplicably, she moaned in anguish and pulled her feet out of the stirrups, bringing her legs down onto the table and clamping her thighs tightly shut, dislodging the man's hand.
"No ... don't ... please, don't do that!" she begged, on the verge of tears from the rampant confusion she felt. "Oh I'm no good ... I'm just a damned whore like my mother! You must think I'm terrible!"
"Nonsense, Virginia," he said soothingly, wondering how long he could control his overwhelming desire. His prick was gigantic now, hard as iron, pulsating wildly, pleading for release. "I think you're a very beautiful woman who's had some terrible experiences in her life. There's no reason we can't overcome your inhibitions and doubts about your own sexuality, my dear. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Do you ... do you think you can help me?" she asked in a voice choked with emotion. "I can if you'll obey my instructions," he replied quietly. "It's obvious that you aren't strong enough by yourself to solve your problems, and I can only help if you do exactly as I require. My therapy never fails if the patient is willing to put herself totally and without reservation in my hands. You'll have to let my mind and will take over your own until you're strong enough to stand on your own two feet. Do you think you can do that?"
"I-I-I don't know," she stammered, unable to pull her eyes away from his face. It was almost as if she were in some sort of hypnotic trance, and she already felt herself slipping under his control.
"If you do as I tell you, Virginia, I can promise you happiness such as you've never dreamed possible," he went on in his deep, powerful voice. "You'll free yourself from all your sexual inhibitions and become the kind of wife and lover you've always wanted to be. You'll make both your husband and yourself very, very happy, Virginia and, I promise you, all those negative feelings about your mother will vanish as if they'd never been there at all!"
She could feel herself growing tense. But, at the same time, there was something so exciting about what he was suggesting, something dark and compelling that it made her tremble all over. She felt goosebumps popping up on her lusciously naked body.
"I want that, honestly I do," she whispered.
"Do you want it so badly that you'll do as I say?"
"Yes ... yes, oh, yes," she said, all in the rush, the words almost coming together incoherently. And she did want his help badly enough to do almost anything he asked of her. Suddenly it seemed as if a great weight had been lifted off her lovely shoulders. She and Ralph could be happy-without the terrible burden of her sexual guilt hanging over them. She would be free to accept lovemaking as he wanted!
"Excellent, my dear," Morgan said happily. "Once you accept my authority it will be easy. From this moment on you won't have to make judgments about right and wrong, immorality or morality. Everything we do has but one goal ... perfect sexual happiness for you ... you-see that now, don't you?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
"What's the most terrible thing your husband had wanted you to do?" Morgan asked, his own excitement at the fever pitch now. His pelvis still ground sensuously against the end of the table, and his gigantic prick was throbbing and swollen with lust as he looked down at the vulnerable girl on the table. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he reached down and caressed her voluptuous breasts, rubbing his fingertips over the nipples until the little buds sprang to life and Virginia felt a stab of pleasure at his touch. "Go on, dear, tell me what it is?"
"I-I-I ... she stammered, unable to put the obscene image into words. "You told me he threatened to make you suck his prick, isn't that right?" he said, the boldly stated words shocking her.
"Yes, but I wouldn't do that to him or any other man!" she replied hotly, angrily. "It's dirty and disgusting! No decent woman could do that to a man!" Morgan had struck a raw nerve, and the thought excited him even more. He usually saved cock-sucking for the second or third session, but his prick was demanding relief right now, and the thought of having this up-tight little bitch slaver over his cock was too much to wait.
"It's not dirty and disgusting, Virginia," he said firmly. "I know that, and you soon will know it, too." His eyes were boring into hers, glittering like two twin fires as they searched her very soul. "Only your attitude about oral sex is dirty! And we have to make you understand that!"
"What do you mean?" she asked in alarm, shivering with terror. "I mean that the only way to erase your fears is to confront them ... confront them in a dramatic way. Then we can analyze your feelings and emotions. We're going to pretend that I'm your husband ... that he wants you to suck his cock! Then, when you've done that, we'll talk about what you felt and why and how these sexual blocks came about."
For one horrible moment she thought this was some sort of nightmarish joke. But the way his hands were running lewdly over her heaving breasts told her that Dr. Morgan was deadly serious. Suddenly, without warning, Morgan leaned forward and kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her unwilling mouth. She struggled desperately, but he held her fast, refusing to let go.
"Just pretend I'm your husband Ralph," he grunted when he finally pulled his face away. "Think of me as your husband, dear!"
"No ... let me go ... LET ME GOOOOOO!"
Morgan grabbed her head between his strong hands, forcing her head back down on the table while his tongue obscenely ran up and down her neck.
"Suck my cock, Virginia," he demanded. "What kind of wife are you that won't suck my prick for me?"
The words made her want to scream, and she struggled all the more. "No ... I won't ... I won't!"
"Have you forgotten your promise so soon?" he snarled, all his suave charm gone in an instant. For a moment she thought it actually was Ralph there with her. Suddenly he let go of her head and stepped away from the table, a sad expression on his face. "It's obvious that you don't want my help, Virginia. You're wasting my time and your own! You aren't ready for therapy ... you want to play your little girl games and make yourself unhappy! Well, I'm much too busy for that ... I have other patients who need me! Go on, get dressed and leave! Well, what are you waiting for?"
She wanted to leave-wanted desperately to jump up from the table and grab her clothing and run away from the horrible doctor and his obscene therapy. But she didn't. Instead, she lay there and looked up at him with a hurt look in her eyes.
"Go on, get out!" he demanded, pointing toward the door. "You've already wasted too much of my valuable time. Go on, go back to your husband so that you can make each other miserable for the rest of your lives. Just don't ever forget that I gave you the chance to be free, and that you refused it!"
She swung her long, gorgeous legs over the edge of the table, but something stopped her before she could climb down. She had to break free of the horrible sexual inhibitions that were making her life a nightmare. She had to! If she lost this one chance, she knew she would never have another. Dr. Morgan wasn't trying to hurt her, he was trying to help! Nothing as important as freedom from her monstrous hang-ups would come easy, she convinced herself, fighting back the tears that welled up in her eyes. She had to put her trust in him now or be doomed forever to unhappiness and misery.
He smiled inwardly, seeing her body go slack in surrender, knowing that he had won. Before she could change her mind, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his fly, then eased his jeans down over his muscular hips, exposing the gigantic shaft of his excited cock to her horrified eyes. The massive rod jerked up, throbbing with lust, the thick, rope-like veins pumping heated blood along the whole length.
"Who am I?" he demanded of the distraught girl.
"W-w-why, you're Dr. Morgan," she said in surprise, forcing herself not to look down at the monstrous prick between his hairy thighs.
"No, Virginia," he snarled. "I'm Ralph ... I'm your husband, and I want you to suck my cock! Come on, get down off there and kneel in front of me. Hurry, bitch!" She did as she was told, moving in a trance-like state, feeling the cold floor against the soles of her naked feet, then against her knees as she knelt down in total subjugation in front of the powerful man. She didn't hesitate when he ordered her to take his gigantic cock into her hand. She felt the thick, rubbery shaft jerking against her fingers. It was so huge that she could just barely get her hand around it. "Every man in the world loves to get his cock sucked, baby," Morgan laughed sadistically, playing his part better than he knew. "And every woman worthy of the name loves to please her man ... in any way that she can!" He grabbed her hair, forcing her face forward, making her wince in pain. "Most women learn to love eating prick ... love sucking a good hard dick until its come fills their warm little mouths! And you will, too, Virginia ... you will too!"
Fighting back the waves of revulsion and loathing at his obscene words and horribly cruel treatment, Virginia looked at the massive prick in her hand with widening eyes. She very rarely touched her husband's penis, but she knew instinctively that Dr. Morgan's cock was twice the size of Ralph's! She could never get the hateful thing into her mouth, she told herself in desperation, never!
"Go on, Virginia, lick it for me!" Moaning in anguish, she began licking the wetly glistening shaft, wrinkling her nose at the pungent male aroma that filled her nostrils, feeling the rubbery texture against her tongue, flicking her warm oral spear over the thick ridges and veins.
"You see, it's not so bad, is it?" he laughed at her, brushing her hand away and encircling the thick column of male meat with his own, forcing her head backwards with his free hand. "But that's no way to eat cock! Open your mouth and take it all inside ... I want to feel your hot, wet mouth around my prick, baby ... NOW!"
Virginia struggled desperately as she felt the massive, lust-inflated cock pressing against her lips, trying to force its way into her mouth.
"Nnnnnnnoooooooo!" she cried out from between her tightly clenched teeth, trying to pull away from him. Morgan gave a savage wrench to her hair, causing her to shriek in agony, forcing his huge prick into her mouth as soon as it opened from the pain. Suddenly his thick, throbbing cock plunged into the warm, wet, softness of her mouth, making her gag helplessly as it slid crazily toward her throat.
She grunted incoherently, using her tongue as a lever to try and stop the cruel advance of the meaty shaft. It was no good. Her tongue slid off the rubbery cock-tip, then was trapped underneath the heavy rod as it filled her warm oral cavern to the bursting point.
"Now suck it for me, baby," he hissed, pumping his pelvis forward, grinding his wiry pubic thatch against her face, his massively pulsating prick lodged securely in her reluctant young mouth and making her gasp desperately for air through her nostrils. She almost fainted from shame and self-loathing. This was the ultimate degradation, a cure even worse than the disease! She couldn't do it ... no matter how much she wanted, she couldn't stand this total humiliation!
She got her chance to pull away a moment later when he relaxed his hold on her hair. Using her hands for leverage, she thrust them against his stomach and pushed with all of her might, forcing his cock out of her spitting mouth.
"I can't do it ... I want to go home ... leave me alone!" she wailed, struggling to get to her feet. But he was too quick for her. Angrily he grabbed her by her naked shoulders, digging his powerful fingers into her flesh and holding her in the hated kneeling position. He was too aroused now to control his lusts, and he was going to get his cock sucked, he promised himself. Even if he had to rape her mouth!
"Damn you, you little bitch!" he shouted. "I won't give you another chance, do you hear me? You get your mouth back around my cock or I'll throw you the fuck out of here! I'm not pandering to your damned little-girl games! That's part of your fucking trouble, isn't it? You don't know what the fuck you want! It would serve you right if your husband kicked your ass out and got himself a woman who knew what to do with her mouth and cunt! A woman like your mother, maybe!"
The words stung her. Tears were flowing freely now, stinging her cheeks, blurring her vision. And suddenly she knew that she was going to do as Dr. Morgan commanded if it killed her. This was too important an issue to evade by some stupid standards of false pride. The thought of losing her husband because of her sexual frigidity was more than she could bear, and she forced herself to grasp his prick in her trembling fingers again.
"Suck it ... suck it like you loved it!" he barked. Virginia shuddered violently as, tears streaming down her lovely face, she again allowed her wetly ovaled lips to enclose the tip of his massive organ. An expression of pure revulsion ran across her face as she determinedly took the entire thick head into her mouth and began to suck as he had commanded.
Morgan growled with lewd excitement as he felt his eagerly throbbing prick slide wetly around in the softly yielding mouth of the horrified girl. He watched with smug eyes as the girl took the hard, swollen length all the way to the back of her throat, stretching her jaws to absorb the monstrous rod.
Reveling in the power he now had over her, he pumped his hips and fucked his swollen manhood in and out deeply and slowly, loving the delicious sensations of ecstasy that she gave him from the way her warm young lips sucked and slobbered over him, clasping wetly around the thickly skewering pole. Her pretty white teeth were rubbing dangerously over his shaft while her tongue swirled hotly around the sensitive flesh, and he increased the tempo of his strokes, his corrupt passions mounting. His impaling rod searched out every warm inch of her reluctant mouth, skidding and sliding through her saliva, filling her mouth with him, making her gasp and gag each time he pumped forward.
She choked loudly as the massive spear invaded the back of her throat. But the more she resisted, the harder he lunged in and out, making her situation truly desperate now. She knew that if she didn't learn to breath through her nose she would soon faint from lack of air to her lungs. Relaxing her jaws, she forced herself to breath deeply through her nostrils, rewarded immediately by cooling air. And, the danger of suffocating now past, she began to suck and pull harder with her tongue and lips on the gigantic prick, praying that her ordeal would be over soon.
"That's it, baby, suck a little harder," Morgan groaned huskily, smashing his naked pelvis obscenely against her lovely face. Virginia felt as though she would be smothered from his sheer bulk. Feeling utterly degraded, she forced herself to go on with the revolting act, having no idea how this would help her, but willing to place her mind and body in the hulking doctor's hands and pray that he knew what he was doing.
Strangely, as soon as she accepted the horrible situation, the tension seemed to drain out of her. Her shuddering young body began to relax and she was shocked to feel a warm, excited sensation between her creamy thighs. Still sucking hungrily on the obscene pole of meat, she glanced down and saw that she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her swollen clitoris between her cuntal lips, creating a pleasurable throbbing in her pussy. She had never done such a thing before, but somehow, in this bizarre situation, her body had taken control of her senses.
Blushing furiously, she began experimenting, spreading her legs apart and opening her crotch completely. Her pinkly throbbing cunt was now exposed to her hand, and she reached down and slid first one and then another finger up into the gooey, damp slit there, flicking the tip of one finger back and forth over the pulsating little bud of flesh of her clitoris, timing her movements to the rhythm of the warm, wet sucking movements of her tongue up and down Morgan's heated cock.
Stinging flashes of almost unbearable pleasure surged upward from her wetly steaming cunt. Hungrily her warm mouth pulled on Morgan's shaft of swollen flesh as her fingers worked feverishly, straining to reach more of her own hotly pulsating pussy. She was actually beginning to enjoy her depraved acts, feeling like a whore, her mind reeling with confusion.
"Take more of it in your mouth, Virginia," Morgan prompted, powerfully pumping his hips back and forth, his face contorted with obscene, demonic pleasure as he watched his glistening shaft plow in and out of the girl's helplessly sucking mouth. "Go on, baby, you're getting the idea ... you're starting to like it, aren't you?" Swept away in an erotic torrent stronger than anything she had ever felt before, Virginia did as she was told. Her legs flailed widely apart as her teasing fingers massaged her quivering little clitoris in time to the lascivious sucking she was administering to Morgan's hugely throbbing cock.
The ex-convict could feel his desire-heated semen beginning to gather and surge in the heavy sacs of his balls which bobbed and slapped lewdly down against the young wife's chin with every savage stroke into her mouth.
"Oooohhhhh,!" he grunted, feeling the rushing approach of his orgasm. "Eat me, baby, suck it all ... chew my cock ... oh, man, that's right, gobble it up!" Overwhelmed by the strange and rapturous sensations in her damply quivering cunt, Virginia sucked furiously at the huge pole of male meat. She was becoming crazed by the sudden turn of events, her mind unable to concentrate on anything but the prick in her mouth and the thrills that ran through her swollen clitoris with every touch of her frantic fingers. She could hear his voice urging her on, but the words were unnecessary, because nothing in the world could have stopped her now. She was on a sickening, dizzying rollercoaster of wild, raw, animal sex and the only thing that would slow her descent into the abyss of pleasure was her own explosive orgasm.
Morgan's pelvis gyrations were coming faster and faster now, more intense, more savage and cruel. She felt as though he were going to shove his huge prick all the way down her struggling throat with each stroke. His head was thrown back and a grimace of ecstasy contorted his face. His breathing was labored, coming in short, guttural grunts.
"Suck me good, baby ... ooooohhhh ... I'm coming ... I'M GOING TO COME!"
She felt a hot spurt of thick wetness shooting out of the tiny slit in the end of his gigantic cock, the first of a series that seemed like powerful explosions. The thick, creamy liquid repelled her, and she tried to pull away, praying that he wouldn't make her drink down his scalding juices, but he reached out and took her head between his hands, holding her there, forcing her to keep the turgid pole deep in her throat.
And her own climax was threatening to blow her apart. Triggered by her lewd fingering of her cunt, her orgasm was building deep within her voluptuously naked body, about to explode and bring her the bubbling, burning rapture that she had always been denied. She could feel her pussy walls contracting, her cuntal lips clenching the fingers that were shoved up against her lust-inflated clitoris. And she was nearly fainting with anticipated ecstasy. NOW! she begged silently, the initial distaste she had for taking Dr. Morgan's semen into her mouth vanishing as her impending climax continued to mount to unbelievable heights. OH! I WANT TO COME ... I WANT TO COME! she screamed inwardly.
"NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she moaned incoherently as she gulped down the white-hot semen.
"Drink it all, baby!" Morgan demanded, his nakedly glistening hips bucking obscenely as he reached the apex of his maddening orgasm. He drove his wildly spurting cockhead all the way into the young wife's throat, making her swallow every drop of the sticky white juices. "Eat it up, baby ... go on, drink it down," he taunted her. "Your mother would be proud of you, Virginia! One session with me and you're already probably a better cock-sucker than she ever was!"
The cruel insult was like a slap across the face. Suddenly she ceased her frantic sucking, shocked to see her mother's leering face in her mind. All desire drained out of her like water through a sieve, and she gasped in anguish as she remembered seeing her own mother slavering hungrily over the stranger's cock so long ago.
Struggling fiercely to pull her head away from the still hard cock, she groaned in agony. But Morgan refused to let her go. He held her head tightly, forcing the jutting cock between his thighs further into her mouth. He had known that she had been fingering herself, that she was about to come, and he realized that he had made a mistake in bringing up the subject of her mother. But, he told himself silently, it's only a temporary set-back ... she'll just need a little more attention!
Finally, after what seemed like hours of volcanic release, Morgan felt his prick softening. He sighed and pulled the snake-like rod out of the girl's mouth and fell back against the examining table for support.
The lovely blonde looked as if she wanted to die from shame. He hair was tangled around her beautiful face, her flesh red with embarrassment. Suddenly she looked down and saw that her fingers were still trapped between her cuntal-lips, and she groaned and pulled them out, more ashamed than she had ever been in her life.
"W-w-why did you say that about my mm-mother?" she asked in an anguished whisper, not daring to look up at the man who had brought her such ecstasy and such pain.
"You've got to confront it sooner or later, Virginia," he said with a loud sigh. "Your mother was a cock-sucker, and now you are, too! You're even! And don't lie to me and tell me you didn't enjoy it, because you did! You thought you couldn't suck a prick, but you did it! And you almost got your own rocks off, didn't you?"
"No!" she cried out, too ashamed to admit that what had been so fantastically pleasurable could suddenly turn into something so loathsome and horrible with a few words. Instead of finding the release she had wanted so desperately, he had brought her to the very peak of rapture and then turned her erotic bliss into overwhelming pain and depression.
"You're lying to me, Virginia," he said with a shrug. "But it doesn't make any difference, because we both know you're going to admit it sooner or later!"
He looked at the clock on the wall and then bent down and retrieved his jeans from the floor, putting them on while she knelt there in front of him and suffered the tortures of the damned.
Finally, as he was zipping up his fly, she managed to get to her feet and go over to where she had placed her clothing. Slowly, hating herself and the stocky doctor, she dressed.
"Look, Virginia," he said quietly, "I know you're feeling shitty at the moment, but that'll pass. Just remember what an important breakthrough you've made tonight. Let's go back into my office and talk about what you've learned, shall we?"
"No! I don't want to talk!" she cried out, shaking her head furiously. "I just want to go home!" He looked at her for a moment, pondering whether she represented any danger to him because of her almost hysterical condition. He decided that she didn't, that she would be too embarrassed and humiliated to tell anyone what he had made her do. And he was willing to bet his life that she would be back at the Institute tomorrow night, although she would probably be as adamant that she wouldn't!
"Alright, we'll postpone our talk until I see you tomorrow evening," he said gently. "Does your husband know you came here?"
"No, he thinks I'm at a movie with my friend Linda," Virginia replied, fully dressed now. "He'd kill me if he knew what I did with you! Ralph would never understand that you were trying to help me!"
Morgan smiled triumphantly. "You do realize that everything I did tonight was for your own good, don't you, Virginia?" he prompted, wondering how anyone could be so naive and stupid as the beautiful young wife. "And you will come back tomorrow, won't you, dear?"
"I ... I ... I don't know," she said, blushing again under his powerful gaze. But Morgan knew otherwise. She had been too close to ecstasy for her to stop now. She would be back, and she would do anything he wanted, no matter how much she fought her own desires in the past. As always after an incident like this, Morgan felt wildly powerful and sure of himself.
"You'll find your own way back downstairs, won't you, Virginia?" he asked. "I've another patient to see." This was a lie, but he didn't want the distraught girl to think she could monopolize all of his time. "And, don't forget ... the same time tomorrow night!"
She was crying as she left the examining room and went downstairs.
CHAPTER FOUR
Virginia waited in the car for Linda. She had no idea how long she sat there in the darkness. All she could think of was her own shame and guilt. She could still taste Dr. Morgan's pungent male semen on her lips, and she shuddered with embarrassment at how lovingly she had sucked that huge cock while her frantic fingers tried to milk out her own orgasm.
She had been so close ... so damned close to ecstasy! All of her former fears and inhibitions about sex had vanished in the maddening heat of that moment when she was certain that she would come for the first time in her life. And then the stocky doctor had destroyed it all for her by his tactless remark about her mother. Virginia still didn't understand why he had done that, except to torture her. Why? she asked herself in desperation, why?
She had done everything he had asked, no matter how reluctantly. She had forced herself to kneel down on the floor in front of him like a sleazy whore, to lick and suck and take his prick into her mouth-the mouth that had never tasted a man's genitals before! And she had given him pleasure, there was no doubt about that. And for her abject degradation she had been rewarded with a savage and cruel blow to her already wounded psyche.
But not for a moment did she doubt that Morgan was anything except what he professed to be-a qualified doctor who specialized in sex therapy. That his methods were brutally direct bothered the naive young blonde but, like so many unsophisticated people, she couldn't bring herself to question his treatment of her-no matter how bizarre and painful it had been!
She wondered whether she would have the courage to come to the Institute again. A warning voice in the back of her confused brain was telling her that she shouldn't, that she had already been subjected to too much abusemental and physical! Still, Dr. Morgan had promised to open up new and exciting worlds for her, and he had almost succeeded during the first hour of her therapy. If he could work that quickly, she told herself, rather naively, imagine what he could do over the course of several weeks or months.
Of course, there was Ralph to consider, she thought dully. She had no idea as to whether she would be able to hide what had happened from him, or whether or not he could immediately sense that she had been with another man. Her whole body reeked of Dr. Morgan's potent male odors, and her lips were still encrusted with the doctor's sticky semen. But, she told herself firmly, hadn't her innocent adultery been in a good cause? Could Ralph really object if the end result was a sexually liberated wife, just as he had always wanted?
She was still mulling over her problems when she heard footsteps coming toward the car. She looked up to see Linda approaching, a smug, self-satisfied smile on her lips.
"Hi, honey," Linda called out to her. "I've been looking all over for you. Why didn't you wait for me inside?"
"I wanted to be alone ... to think things out," Virginia replied quietly, the pain evident in her voice and on her anguished face.
Linda got behind the wheel and started up the car. "How did it go? With Dr. Morgan, I mean?" she asked, going down the wide driveway toward the street. "Al told me you were getting special treatment from the head man. What kind of a guy is he?"
Virginia told her friend only as much as necessary without revealing that she had been forced to suck Dr. Morgan's cock, or that she had fingered her naked cunt almost to the point of orgasm. "He's asked me to come back tomorrow night for another session," she went on nervously, hating herself for not having the courage to tell Linda what had actually happened with Dr. Morgan.
"Are you going?"
"I don't know yet," Virginia said unhappily. "I'm too confused to think about it just yet ... I don't know what to do. What did you think of the Institute, Linda? Do you feel comfortable there?"
"Hell yes!" Linda laughed, rolling her eyes lewdly. "I thought I was a pretty hip, chick, honey, but Al Meadows showed me some things I didn't even know existed!"
"W-w-what kind of things?"
"Well, there were four other broads in the class with me ... a couple of middle-aged nymphomaniacs and a couple of hippy types. They're all jealous as hell of each other, afraid that Al is going to like one more than the other, and that he won't give them all a share of that big, beautiful cock of his. Anyway, when Al finally showed up he was steaming, I mean really hostile and angry. I don't know what the fuck happened between the time he took you off alone and when he came to class, but he didn't seem like the same guy. One of the old broads complained about him keeping us waiting, and he fucking near went nuts!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for starters, he made the old pig undress and get down on her hands and knees in the middle of the room. Al got a paddle somewhere and really blistered her naked old ass for her. All the time he was screaming and yelling at her and telling her what a piece of garbage she was, and how nobody, repeat, nobody was to ever criticize him. It was wild. I thought he was going to kill the bitch."
"How awful!" Virginia said, shocked at how anyone could change so suddenly. When Al Meadows had left her and Barbi Borden alone, he had been a totally different person than the animal that Linda was describing now. "Surely the rest of you stopped him from hurting her?"
"That's the weird part," Linda mused, looking at her naive friend. "The old broad loved it! The more he hit her and screamed insults at her, the more she wanted. I didn't know what the fuck to do. Finally, Al got tired of paddling her fat ass and told us all to undress and line up for some of his punishment. Jesus, we were out of our skivvies before the words were out of his mouth! Honey, I've been around some real professional cocksmen in my life, but that Al Meadows is like nothing I've ever seen. He had us all eating out of his hand.
"He lined us up on the floor and then went down the line, making each of us suck his cock for a few minutes before he moved on to the next one. When it was my turn I didn't want to let go of that big, beautiful prick. All of us were moaning and begging him to let us eat his juice, but he just smiled and held back shooting. Then he ordered the fat old broad whose ass he'd beaten to suck all of our cunts while he watched, then for us to pair off and sixty-nine each other's assholes! I'll bet I juiced about twenty times from chewing asshole while my own was being eaten-out! All the time, Al was laughing and giggling and pulling at his beautiful prick and urging us on."
"How awful!" Virginia said with a violent shudder of revulsion. "It sounds perfectly disgusting. Why didn't you just refuse to do it?"
"Awful?" Linda gasped. "Honey, it was like I died and went to heaven! Because the next thing I knew, he picked me out and told me he was going to initiate me into the group. Well, he had three of the broads stretch out on the floor and me kneel over them. The idea was that I had to finger-fuck the two on either side of me, suck the one in the middle's cunt, while Al Meadows got behind me and shoved that gigantic prick of his up my ass! Suddenly all I could feel was pain and ecstasy and cunt all around me. By that time Al's cock was hard as a rock and felt like a telephone pole stretching my asshole. I wanted to die from rapture even though my bottom felt like it was on fire from that monster-prick reaming me out ... "
"Stop it!" Virginia cried out, her face blushing a fiery red from embarrassment. "I don't want to hear any more!"
Linda just chuckled lewdly at the erotic memories that were making her cunt tingle once again. It was obvious to the older woman that Virginia Carlson had a whole hell of a lot to learn about life. And, if she was any judge, The Institute for Sexual Awareness was just what the doctor ordered to teach the naive girl a few facts about the birds and the bees!
She started up the car and began the drive home. "What do you think of our two new students?" Phil Morgan asked Barbi. He was stretched out on his stomach on a massage table while the voluptuous, dark-haired girl worked the tension out of his muscles with her strong hands.
"The older one ... Linda Barlow I think her name is ... she's just a nympho looking for action. Al gave her quite a workout in class tonight ... fucked her in the ass a couple of times and then made her go down on him with her shit still on his prick. Jesus, that guy's a real cretin, honey. I wish you'd get rid of him before he does something to bring the cops down on us."
"I can handle Al okay, honey," Phil Morgan said with a menacing grin. "But it's the other one I want your opinion about, Virginia Carlson. She's fucked up sexually, but I can see interesting possibilities there after I get her straightened out. You know I've been thinking about taking on more staff. Virginia might be perfect. I had a telephone call from Jimmy Zamos up in Detroit today. He's been trying to talk me into turning one wing of this place into a high-class resort for some of his syndicate friends. You know, ship them down here for a week or two of fucking when they need a place to meet privately. If I could get a few more cunts like Virginia to act as hostesses we could charge a bundle ... a grand a day apiece minimum for all the private facilities and sex they want. What do you think?"
Like Al Meadows, Barbi Borden was in Phil Morgan's debt. He had picked up the stunning brunette the year before when she'd been working as a hundred-a-day call-girl in the Chicago hotels. Barbi had sliced up one of her customers with a razor blade when the man had wanted to beat her instead of screwing her exciting pussy. Phil Morgan had whisked her away from the Chicago Police and brought her to the Institute as his assistant. She would have done anything for the middle-aged satyr, but she suddenly felt a little threatened and jealous of his interest in the gorgeous young blonde.
"Why not let me put together a stable of girls for you honey?" she asked, trying to conceal her anxiety. "I could get you prime stuff ... the best around!"
"No, those friends of Jimmy's don't want pro's," Phil grunted, turning over onto his back so Barbi could work on his chest, stomach, and thighs. "They can get all the hookers they want in Detroit. No, what we need is some really sexy straight broads ... cunts like Virginia Carlson! You know, cunts who'll show 'em a good time, but who aren't too willing, if you know what I mean?"
"Do you think that's wise, honey?" Barbi whispered, running her gentle but sure fingers up and down over Phil's throbbing cock and smiling to herself as she watched it harden involuntarily. She had never had a lover like Phil Morgan. He could almost make her cunt talk with his mammoth cock. Ordinarily she could control her jealousy of the over-sexed women whom Phil had to service as part of his position as bogus shrink and sex therapist. But Virginia Carlson wasn't like the others-she was young and fresh and stunningly beautiful-one of the most beautiful females Barbi had ever seen. The last thing in the world she needed now was competition for Phil's prick. She knew she had to somehow get rid of the gorgeous blonde housewife-and fast!
"Look, baby," she cooed, wrapping her fingers around the now-thick organ and pulling gently up and down on the pulsating flesh, "I think that broad means trouble for us. I mean, she's married, for one thing. One jealous husband could blow this whole damned thing down on top of us! Besides, I could get you all the amateur pussy you want. Just give me a week in Los Angeles or New York and I guarantee you I could find you a dozen virgins, if that's what you want!"
"Mmmmnnnnnn, that feels super, baby," Phil groaned, closing his eyes and feeling her warm hands massaging his surging cock. He could see that Barbi was upset, and he decided not to give her any more reason for alarm at the moment. But, one way or the other, he was going to have Virginia Carlson working for him! "Hey, doll, get that mouth of yours working, huh. Oh Jesus, mouth me, bitch ... suck me off ... ooooohhhhhh, that's nice, baby ... mmmmmmnnnnnn...." His words trailed off into an erotic groan as the dark-haired ex-call-girl ovaled her ripe, wet lips, then closed them over his throbbing prick and began sucking for dear life.
When Virginia presented herself in front of Phil Morgan's office door the next evening, she was still in a dreamy daze from the man's expert seduction the day before. She had slept badly the night before and, all day, had sworn never to see Phil Morgan again. But somehow she had allowed Linda to persuade her to return to the Institute. Oh, my! she thought, in a sudden panic as her hand reached up to knock on the oak door, what have I done? I'm a married woman ... it's sinful for me to have allowed myself to suck the penis of a perfect stranger! I've been unfaithful to Ralph! How can I possibly ever look myself in the face again?"
And yet her body still felt light and giddy from the artful way Phil Morgan had swept aside all her ingrained inhibitions in a few moments and made her suck his prick. Even though she wanted to deny that she had experienced any pleasure in the perverted act, she couldn't forget the way her frantic fingers had brought her almost to the point of ecstasy as she allowed him to stuff her mouth full of his massive organ. And she could see the mocking, taunting, cynically laughing image of her over-sexed mother's face in the back of her confused and reeling brain!
She stopped her hand from rapping, wondering fearfully what the implications of her actions would be. One thing was certain-her marriage to Ralph was quickly falling apart. She loved Ralph, but she couldn't stand his brutal lovemaking and the way he constantly made her feel guilty for not sharing his lewd passions. Linda's words kept echoing in her mind: "The thing to do, baby, is to show Ralph the ropes ... learn what you want out of sex and then teach your husband how to be that kind of lover!"
Maybe, she thought to herself, Linda is right! Maybe Phil Morgan can help me and Ralph at the same time. If I can just get rid of these damned foolish sexual hangups of mine, maybe I can save our marriage!
She heard herself rapping on the door. There was no answer. She rapped again, this time louder. Still nothing. She was about to give up and leave when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning quickly, she found herself staring at Al Meadows. The incredibly handsome youth was smiling at her warmly as he approached.
"Hi, Virginia," he said easily. "The good doctor asked me to tell you he's been detained with another patient. I'm to keep you amused until he's free, okay?" The lovely blonde wife felt a stab of irrational jealousy as she digested the words. The thought of Phil Morgan doing what he had done with her with another woman sent shivers of angry envy racing through her lovely body. Stop it! she told herself sternly, forcing a smile.
"I've decided to go right home," she lied awkwardly. "I don't feel at all well tonight. I was just going to tell Dr. Morgan and then leave."
"Not a chance, Virginia!" Al replied firmly, gripping her arm and pulling her down the long hallway toward the back of the house. "The doc would have my ass if I let you get away without seeing him. Come on, he ordered me to give you a nice soothing massage and get you all relaxed for him." Seeing the look of fear and apprehension on the beautiful blonde's face, he gripped her arm even tighter so that she couldn't get away. "Don't worry, Virginia, I'm very good at what I do," he said, his voice dripping with sexual innuendo. "Here, just step into our massage room."
The nervous young wife was half-frightened out of her wits, both by the way he was holding her so tightly, and from the lurid stories Linda had told her about Al Meadows' treatment of other students. She wanted to scream and run away before he hurt her like he had done the others. But he had already slammed and locked the door behind them, and now stood lewdly devouring her voluptuous body with his lust-fevered eyes.
"Please," she begged, pulling at the doorknob frantically. "Please, Al, I want to go home! Unlock this door and let me out!"
"I'm afraid I can't," he shrugged. "Doctor's orders, Virginia. I promise you, I won't do anything but make you feel all warm and wonderful. Just slip behind that screen and get undressed now."
"No!" she exploded uncontrollably, her eyes widening and a slight chill running through her willowy body at the idea of disrobing in front of this handsome pervert. Al could see that Linda had told her beautiful young friend about last night and the wild orgy he had conducted for his class. Damn! he thought to himself, I'll have to punish that nympho bitch for telling tales out of school!
This whole episode had been ordered by Phil Morgan. The bogus doctor had set-up Virginia Carlson and Al Meadows, and was now watching the whole proceedings from the next room. What Virginia thought was a large mirror on the wall was, in fact, a two-way mirror, allowing Phil Morgan to see clearly into the massage room. Barbi stood at his elbow, hating the sight of the luscious young blonde, seething with jealousy. Morgan's plan had been a standard one with females like Virginia: He had already softened up the vulnerable girl by forcing her to suck his cock. Now he wanted to see how she responded to a hint of rejection by him. If he was any judge of character, Virginia Carlson would already be feeling confused and depressed at him not keeping their appointment. Let her stew for awhile, he thought sadistically. He had given Al Meadows strict orders what to do, and he was prepared to take drastic action against the unpredictable youth if he exceeded those instructions.
He smiled now as he listened to Al Meadows trying to persuade the gorgeous blonde to disrobe. One thing he had to give Al-he was a charmer! "Listen, Virginia," the youth was saying earnestly, "you don't have to be afraid of being naked with me. After all, this is my business. Try and think of me as your doctor. You'll be a little shy at first, but it'll pass quickly, I promise. Besides, you don't want to get me into trouble with Dr. Morgan, do you?"
The name seemed to reassure the girl. "I suppose it'll be alright," she said hesitantly, remembering what had happened the previous evening when she had undressed for Phil Morgan. "Do you promise to stop whenever I ask you?"
He smiled and nodded sincerely, almost out of his mind to get a glimpse of the blonde wife's voluptuous naked body.
She walked slowly behind the screen inthe corner of the room and began undressing, her face burning with embarrassment. It seemed all she had done since her first visit to the Institute was undress. With more than a trace of nervousness in her hands, she slipped off her blouse and skirt, then undid the hooks of her bra, freeing her ripe, firmly thrust breasts. The two shimmering white orbs tingled with excitement as they were exposed to the cool air. Then, working slowly, listening to the soothing sound of the music that was being piped into the room, she pulled down her tight bikini panties. As the silky garment slid slowly down her sleek thighs and legs, she realized how embarrassed she was. Only Ralph and Dr. Morgan and her own gynecologist had seen her without her clothing. And, like most truly beautiful women, she had self-doubts about her stunning face and figure.
"Are you about ready?" she heard Al Meadows call out to her. "Yes," she replied, trying to force the nervousness out of her quivering voice as she stepped out from behind the screen, her hands folded over her lustrously glistening pubic mound.
Al smiled reassuringly, taking in the sensually exciting naked body, feeling his cock starting to pound erotically under the tight jeans he wore.
"Here," he said, holding out a long-stemmed, frosty glass to her, "have a sip of champagne. Go on, it'll help you relax." She took it, blushing when she had to lift one hand away from the pubic triangle. She could sense his lewd inspection of her naked body, almost feel the heat coming from his own groin as he stared at her lovely flesh. Ignoring it, she gulped down her champagne and felt it's strangely cool heat bubbling through her body.
"Just lie down on the table when you're ready," Al urged her. "Don't be frightened, Virginia, I really do know how to give massages." She blushed again, then finished her drink and got up onto the wide, low table that had been covered with soft material of some kind. When her naked body touched the sleek fabric, a shiver of sensual pleasure rippled through her. She had never felt such luxurious delight as she let herself sink into the soft padding. The combination of the champagne and the soft music and the smooth material of the table combined to work like magic on her tense nerves. She closed her eyes and seemed to be lying on a soft white cloud, floating far out in space.
"Just relax now," Al's soothing voice came from somewhere above her. "Just drift away while I work on your muscles and get this tension gone."
He let his eyes rove lustily over Virginia's slimly tapered' back. The sight of her glistening, pinkish-white buttocks made his long thick cock lurch hotly against the tight material of his jeans. It wasn't often that the women who came to the Institute were so succulent and desirable, and he licked his lips with relish at the thought of having this luscious young wife for himself. He would have to wait for the right opportunity, he knew, since Phil Morgan had chosen Virginia as his exclusive property. But his time would come sooner or later.
Pouring more champagne for himself, he moved closer to the woman's reclining body, sensing how defenseless and vulnerable she seemed. She jumped when he touched her shoulders and neck with gentle, skilful strokes, but she was soon purring like a contented kitten at his deft fingers. Almost immediately he could feel the tension draining out of her body.
"Look at that bastard work," Phil Morgan said appreciatively, watching the erotic spectacle through the two-way mirror. "Whatever else that prick is, he's a first-rate pro with broads. It's too bad I have to let him go."
"You're going to fire Al?" Barbi asked in surprise. She had no love for the youth, but she recognized how effective he could be in bringing the over-sexed cunts into the Institute and, more importantly, in making them plunk down their fat fees for coming back!
"Yeh," Phil sighed with angry resignation. "I found out today that he's been moonlighting with that old pig, Mrs. Wilson. It seems our hero in there has been staging all-night orgies for her and her friends. Jesus, wouldn't you think he'd get all the cunt he wanted right here? Edna Wilson's husband walked in on one of their parties ... Al was beating the shit out of some old bag friend of Edna's while she sucked his cock and the other broads waited their turn. He threatened to call the police if Al ever showed up at his house again."
"I thought Mr. Wilson was paying you to keep that fat nympho happy?" Barbi said, not taking her eyes off Virginia's naked body in the other room. "Yeh, he is," Phil said with a shake of his head. "But that's exactly the point ... he wanted her to get his rocks off here, not to have Edna bring her lovers home. When he walked in last night he had some business associate with him. Apparently there was a hell of a row and lots of embarrassment for the old man. No, I've decided to boot Al's ass out of here at the end of the week."
Al Meadows had no idea that he was about to lose his job as he concentrated on the lush young body stretched out on the massage table. He let his hands play lightly on the smooth, upturned asscheeks, gripping the pliant flesh like two soft melons, working the tight muscles expertly so that they seemed to melt under his nimble fingers. Inwardly he was getting hornier and hornier, especially since he knew that he had an audience. He lived for erotic excitement of all kinds, but sexual exhibitionism really turned him on. When he was performing on a cunt or a mouth or an asshole in front of a group of men and women he could hardly control himself. To see those lust-glazed eyes watching his gigantic cock pounding into some orifice, to sense the lewd frenzy growing to a fever pitch-then he was happy! He tried to imagine how Phil Morgan and Barbi felt as they watched him preparing to seduce the shy, naive young wife whose nakedly voluptuous body was now his to use almost as he pleased.
"Turn over now, Virginia," he whispered into the blonde's ear. "Mmmmmmnnnnnnn," she sighed languidly, rolling over onto her back. She had been just on the edge of falling asleep under the hypnotic fingers. Every inch of her luscious body was tingling with warmth and pleasure now, her nipples alive and sensitive to the cool air, her pussy wet and pulsing.
All of her former anxiety was gone under the masterful massage. Her mind seemed to be gliding in paradise as she tried to imagine what it would be like if Ralph had such a wonderful touch.
"Just relax," Al Meadows whispered, rubbing his swollen groin against the edge of the table and groaning with hot arousal. "Just relax and let me make you feel good, honey."
He let his fingers play gently over her face as she closed her eyes again and seemed to drift into a dreamy state. Deftly he massaged her temples, her eyelids, and her cheeks. Then, moving very, very slowly, he let his nimble hands slide down to the rosy, succulent mounds of her firm young breasts. Her skin was white save for her brownish areoles and rosy nipples. His own body was alive with obscene excitement as he suddenly moved up onto the wide table, straddling her with his knees on either side of her hips, only his hands touching her warm flesh.
In her trance-like state, Virginia felt his fingers glide like soft feathers over her breasts. Her skin burned with a slow, passionate fire now, and her nipples quivered and hardened even more as he rolled and kneaded them unmercifully with his hands, charging her body with a strangely compelling sensuality.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh," she murmured involuntarily, blushing at the sudden mewling sound. She realized how potent was this youth's magic as it worked skillfully against her inherent resistance.
"Like it, honey?" he whispered. "Does it feel really good? You've got a beautiful body, Virginia ... better than any I've ever seen. You deserve to have a man worship you...." Do I? she wondered. Then why does Ralph treat me like an Asian whore? Al was caressing her hips and thighs now, working her into a state of confused sensuality. Then, as his hands continued to massage her, he leaned down and nuzzled his face lightly into the soft, velvety plane of her stomach.
Virginia instantly tightened as he did this, her eyes flying open in disappointment and terror.
"What are you doing?" she cried out, shocked to see that he was now up on the massage table with her. "Don't worry, Virginia," he said soothingly. "This is just part of the treatment. You just close your eyes and relax again and I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt in your whole life."
His soft, soothing voice instantly calmed the anxious young wife. She was too pleasantly relaxed now to resist, and his voice and eyes seemed to hypnotize her, removing most of her apprehensions and doubts.
"Just relax ... that's it, close your eyes and imagine that you're home in bed and that you're falling off to sleep," he whispered.
She did as he told her, trying to pretend that she was home in bed with Ralph, and that he was the sweetest, most gentle lover in the world. Al Meadows leaned closer to her flushed body and began to flick his pink tongue lightly over her naked skin, sending shivers of delight through her. Unconsciously she began to move her body, undulating slightly under his wetly darting tongue. She was being overwhelmed by the pleasant, slightly erotic sensations that swept over her. She had never experienced such thrills in her life, and she was too drowsy and delighted to resist. She submitted completely to his nimble hands and tongue, lost in a dreamy world, so lost that she wasn't even aware that his mouth was gradually moving lower and lower on her stomach.
Oh Ralph, why can't you be like this? she asked her absent husband silently. It would be so different between us if only you were gentle and understanding with me! Al moved his mouth further down her stomach and lewdly explored the regions just above the warm, furry patch between her creamy thighs. He looked up at her, not sure if she would protest. He grinned when he saw that her eyes were closed and she wore an ecstatic expression on her lovely face.
Slowly his tongue trailed over the soft, golden tendrils of pubic hair and slid closer and closer to the soft little pink crevice that lay nestled in the succulent flesh up between her trembling thighs.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...." Virginia moaned uncontrollably, her body quivering with suppressed excitement as the handsome youth moved closer to her suddenly aching vaginal furrow. She made no resistance to his moves, for her entire soul was radiantly thrilling to his rapturous caresses.
And then, suddenly, without warning, Al darted his hot tongue into the wetly tender flesh of her cunt, and her entire nakedly aroused young body quivered with the galvanic shock of his rasping oral spear.
Yet rather than being horrified or ashamed, Virginia was only buffeted by nervous doubts, for the wetly searing touch of his tongue on her wildly throbbing pussy was immensely pleasurable. She was enraptured by his brilliant seduction, overcome with excitement, unable or unwilling to resist.
He ran his tongue boldly up and down the moistly trembling cuntal slit, probing with his magic tip deeper and deeper into the secret recesses of her hot cavern. He licked at the warmly perfumed outer lips, nibbling playing at the silken strands lining then, then finding the erect and hardened tip of her sensitive clitoris and beginning to probe and suck at it, pulling it artfully, sending excruciating ripples of forbidden delight through the confused wife's sensually glowing body.
"Aaaahhhhhhh ... she groaned, overcome with a wild sense of excitement that she had never felt before, not even the evening before when she'd used her finger on her pussy while sucking Phillip Morgan's huge cock. She began to twist her body and undulate her hips, unconsciously encouraging him even further.
That's it, baby! Al Meadows smiled to himself. It was ridiculously easy to seduce these uptight housewives, he thought. Even the hardest hearted and coldest-cunted of them always succumbed to his probing tongue and expert seduction. It was just a shame that he couldn't fuck her yet, couldn't shove his hot hard cock up between those creamy legs and blast his scalding seed up into her womb. But he would have his chance at that, too, and before very many days had passed. He was frightened enough of Phil Morgan to be careful around the man, but there were ways of doing things, he thought smugly to himself, if one wanted them badly enough.
As Virginia felt the hot, wet pleasure of his masterful tongue, she opened her legs wide to allow him easy entry, pushing her ripely flaring hips upwards so as to meet the hungry, probing instrument of pleasure. Gone were all the thoughts of shame and guilt, gone were all vestiges of the idea that what she was allowing to happen were wrong. In her wildly aroused state, her legs now thrashing and quivering with delight, she felt as if nothing else in the world mattered but the hot tongue that furiously lashed at her palpitating cunt. She was consumed with a wicked sense of pleasure and erotic abandonment, and now she gave herself completely to it.
Lewdly she writhed, and twisted beneath the madly licking tongue, wanting more of the raspy spear up inside her burning pussy. She thought she would faint from the ecstatic joy that pulsated so hotly through her loins. Her gaping cunt was now nakedly grinding up into Al's eager face, crushing his mouth cruelly against her slippery wetness, flaring open to devour his pleasure-giving organ.
He licked greedily, savoring her increased delight, hoping that Phil and Barbi were getting the kind of show they wanted. If he knew the over-sexed bogus doctor, he would be screwing Barbi by now. Damn! he thought, feeling his massive cock pulsing and throbbing against his jeans. He wanted to pull it free of his fly and drive it far up into Virginia's wriggling cunt, but he knew that he must wait until later for his own release. For the present, there was only the lust arousing task of stimulating the wantonly kicking, writhing, groaning female beneath him.
The shamelessly aroused young wife gasped and cried out with pleasure as Al stiffened his tongue and drove it deep, deep into her madly throbbing, scalding pussy-furrow, rotating it far inside her. Her hips were moving in time to the wetly probing spear and little eddies of forbidden passion raced through her, threatening to suck her consciousness into a whirling maelstrom of sexual delirium.
"Oh!" she wailed with delight as his tongue nibbled and darted in and out, occasionally slipping obscenely over her clitoris, then flicking back up into her cuntal sheath. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH ... so good ... so gooooooooood!"
She was lost completely now, totally surrendering to him, too sucked up in the whirling magic of the super-heated rapture he was giving her. He began fucking his tongue deeply into the naked girl's heatedly clasping young pussy, sucking and probing with increasing frenzy as she began to moan steadily. Her ripely voluptuous body vibrated madly as incredible surges of excitement began to ripple through her like ocean waves, waves that were whipped to a foamy explosion of lust by his long, wet tongue sucking out the velvet-like interior of her pussy. She could actually hear wet, sluicing sounds made by his spear, and it thrilled her even more. Pinwheels of color exploded behind her closed eyes. A new lightness was rising in her like sparkling bubbles rising in vintage champagne. With a sudden shock of exaltation she instinctively realized that she was going to have an orgasm! The first orgasm in her entire life! She could scarcely believe the volcanic rushes of ecstasy that consumed her. She came closer, closer, even closer to that magic moment so long denied her. Then-in a blazing flash-she was there!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed from the very depths of her being, her body overwhelmed with flashes of obscene rapture that shorted out her nervous system in a glorious shower of lewd sparks. "OH, I'M GOING TO COME!"
She heaved and thrashed like a madwoman under the hot, thick tongue fucking so furiously into her wetly pulsing cuntal slit. Hungry flames of pure wantonness engulfed her as her inflated pussy walls dilated and shuddered and began streaming thick rivers of warm orgasmic juices that cascaded out over Al Meadow's wetly glistening face. She continued to moan and flail, utterly delighted, until finally, exhausted and deeply satiated for the first time in her life, she sank back on the table, luxuriating in the golden glow that suffused her whole, tingling body.
And in the next room, his prick huge and throbbing, Phil Morgan was still staring hotly at the exciting scene as he prepared to shove his rod up into Barbi's wetly palpitating cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I just don't understand it, Linda," Virginia said unhappily to her friend as they sat by the apartment pool. "Dr. Morgan hasn't seen me for almost a week. Every time I go to the Institute they tell me he's with another patient, or busy somewhere else. I feel like such a fool showing up there every night and then having them laugh at me behind my back for acting like a stupid schoolgirl!"
She was on the verge of tears. "Hey, I'm sure they're not lying to you, honey," Linda said soothingly. "The doc is a pretty important guy, Virginia. He can't just drop everything for one patient! Besides, you see Al Meadows every day, don't you? Jesus, if I had that beautiful hunk of cock looking after me I sure as hell wouldn't complain!"
The distraught young wife nodded glumly. She did see Al Meadows every day when the doctor wasn't available. And there had been several repeat episodes of that mind-searing evening when he had used his tongue and mouth on her quivering pussy. But she had never experienced the same kind of ecstasy after that first night. Oh, she enjoyed his mouth-fucking well enough, but she was becoming more and more embarrassed and ashamed by her adultery. Only Doctor Phillip Morgan seemed to have the ability to make her see that the lewd sexual activities were right and good-designed solely to help her faltering marriage. With Al Meadows it was like visiting a male gigolo.
"You're probably right," Virginia admitted, trying to fight down the tears of unhappiness and distress. "But it isn't fair! Doctor Morgan promised me that he'd been working on my case! He promised!"
"How are things between you and Ralph?" Linda asked quickly, trying to change the subject. "Is he giving you a hard time about going out every night?"
"No, he thinks I'm working an extra shift at the store," the young blonde replied, stretching her long, beautifully tanned body out on the poolside lounge chair to take advantage of the receding sunlight. "We hardly even talk anymore. By the time I get home from the Institute he's usually drunk and in bed. I can't stand the way he wants to paw me all the time. Last night he didn't say a word when I got into bed ... he just suddenly started pulling at my nightgown and ripping it! Then he ... he...." she paused, her lovely face a mask of embarrassed torment, " ... he tried to rape me! Oh, you can't imagine how disgusting it was ... Ralph stinking with beer, his damned prick gigantic, like a huge snake! I finally had to lock myself in the bathroom until he passed out!"
"He's a young, healthy guy, honey," Linda sighed. "And he's probably plenty horny from not getting any pussy lately. Maybe you should give him a little tonight before you go to see Dr. Morgan."
"No! I won't! He's like a damned animal! He doesn't care anything about me. All he cares about is his fucking pleasure! I might as well be some ten-dollar whore for all he cares!"
Linda shook her head sadly. Her idea about the Institute didn't seem to be working out the way she had planned. Virginia and her young handsome husband seemed no closer to resolving their problems. And, despite herself, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Ralph. Oh, he was a first-class asshole, there wasn't much doubt about that. Anyone who allowed a sexy cunt like Virginia to slip out of his hands didn't have much sense. And all because he didn't know how to treat a woman! It was sad, she thought, that most men knew so little about a woman's different sexual needs.
"I'd better get going," Virginia said at last, getting up and collecting her things. "I'm going out to the Institute early today. I'm going to insist that Doctor Morgan see me ... or else!"
"I wouldn't get too hard-nosed with them," Linda counseled. "They might call your bluff and tell you to fuck-off!"
"I don't care," the young blonde said petulantly. "I just can't stand any more of this damned rejection by Dr. Morgan. He's either going to see me or tell me why he's avoiding me!"
She strode off, her pert little buttocks bounding sensually under the tight, skimpy yellow bikini she wore. Linda watched her friend for a moment, then closed her eyes and lay back thinking about the beautiful girl's handsome husband. It seemed such a waste for him not to be using that gorgeous cock on someone! Her cunt started to tingle excitedly as she thought about him being left alone again tonight. Maybe she should try and talk to him? Perhaps if another women told him the things he had been doing wrong?
Her heart began to beat faster in her breasts at the idea of telling Ralph about foreplay and expert sexual techniques. She was still lying there by the pool mentally masturbating a half-hour later when Virginia came back downstairs and told Linda she was on her way to the Institute.
"Play it cool, honey," Linda advised her friend, then waved at Virginia's retreating figure.
Fifteen minutes later Ralph Carlson walked into the apartment's courtyard. Ralph was angry and frustrated as he had ever been in his life. Nothing seemed to be going right for him. Not only was his marriage going on the rocks, but he was becoming more sullen and hostile at the plant where he worked, causing his foreman to tell him in no uncertain terms to straighten up or risk the loss of his job.
He saw Linda lying by the pool, and his cock began to stiffen uncontrollably at the sight of her almost naked body so obscenely displayed for all so see. He had never liked the sexy neighbor, had always thought Linda's militant ideas on women's liberator might be partially responsible for Virginia's refusal to accept sex as a pleasurable thing. Linda was Virginia's only friend in the' building, and he had overheard them many times talking about women's rights.
He ignored her, lowering his head and walking directly to the stairway that took him up to his apartment. Damned cunt! he thought angrily. She's just like all the rest, teasing a guy by parading around half-naked! He'd like to shove his cock so far up into her cunt that it'd come throbbing out through her fucking mouth!
His supper was warming in the stove, and he ate it without pleasure, one hand holding the fork with which he stuffed his mouth, the other hand nestled down in his aching, throbbing crotch, massaging his swollen cock in frustration.
It seemed like weeks since he'd had a piece of ass, although it was only a week since he'd fucked Virginia last. Damn! he thought his mind swirling with self-pity and rage, why the fuck didn't I marry some nymphomaniac? His sex-drive was too great to be left to the mercies of his inhibited young wife. Worst of all, he'd been exposed to the rampant sexuality of Southeast Asia, where a blow-job or an ass-fuck or an all-night fucking session could be purchased for little more than the price of a carton of cigarettes! Now he was being forced into the life of a celibate by his uptight wife!
He was still angrily chewing his supper when the doorbell rang. Surprised, he pushed away his plate and went to answer it. His eyes widened when he pulled open the door and found himself face-to-face with Linda Barlow. She was smiling at him, still wearing the obscenely skimpy bikini swimsuit she'd worn at the pool.
"Hi," she said warmly. "Can I come in?"
"Virginia's working late tonight," he snarled, starting to close the door in her face. "I know she is," Linda replied, pushing the door open again. "I just thought it was time you and I had a little private talk. You don't mind, do you?"
Without waiting for his answer, she strolled into the room and waited for him to shut the door. When he finally did, she smiled again.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" she said cruelly, still smiling as if she had just complimented him on something.
"What did you say?" he asked in a shocked, disbelieving voice. "I said, baby, that you're one of the world's biggest fools!" Linda continued, standing with her hands on her flaring hips, her long, gorgeous legs spread apart so that he could see the dimpled indentation of her cunt between her creamy thighs. "You've got a beautiful, sensitive, loving wife ... and yet you're letting her slip away because you're suck a fucking jerk!"
"Fuck you, you bitch!" Ralph shouted, enraged by her cruel and impertinent words. "What the fuck is it your business? Get the hell out of here before I kick your ass!"
"I'm not going anywhere until I tell you a few things about sex, honey," she scoffed, suddenly reaching around behind her to unsnap her swimsuit top and let it fall to the floor.
The sight of her nakedly swollen breasts staring back at him made Ralph's cock jerk with lewd arousal. His eyes devoured the silken flesh, sweeping over the ripe mounds and coming finally to rest on the hardened little nipples that accented the melon-like orbs.
"W-w-what are you doing?" he asked in a strangled voice, unable to believe this was happening. "And what about our sex life? Who in the fuck are you to tell me anything?"
His dangling cock was growing harder and harder as he continued to stare at her. Then, shockingly, ignoring his questions, Linda began stripping off the tight bikini panties, sliding them down over her flaring hips and thighs, kicking them aside, running her slender hands up over her stomach, the soft, silken triangle of her pubic mound trembling almost visibly with suffused heat and desire.
Stepping closer, the hard expression on her face softened. "You want to save your marriage?" she asked in a whisper. "Or do you just want to play some asshole macho game and make life miserable for both of you?"
"I don't know what you mean," he croaked, feeling the heat of her lusciously naked body so close to his own. This was wild, an erotic nightmare, something that couldn't really be happening.
Suddenly she reached out and unzipped the fly of his jeans, reaching inside, never taking her lust-glazed eyes from his confused face as she cupped his balls in her hand, hefting them gently and squeezing them very lightly. At his heart began to pound wildly against his ribcage, she shifted her hand to his thickly pulsing cock, measuring it, stroking slowly, drawing the loose foreskin back from the head.
"Do you want to learn how to treat a woman?" she asked tantalizingly, milking his scalding cock-flesh as she talked. "Or are you too interested in some stupid idea that most women want to be raped?"
"What do you mean?" he repeated stupidly, feeling as if his groin were going to explode from the exquisite pressure of her fingers. Without answering, the willowy blonde neighbor dropped to her knees and looked closely at the massively swollen rod of flesh in her hand, squeezing it again, making the bulbous head bulge out lewdly. Then her tongue slithered out between her sensually parted lips and began to lick softly around the throbbing glans as it swelled with new blood.
She kissed lingeringly along the blue-veined underside and licked down and around his balls before nibbling her way back up to the hotly pounding tip. She held his cock in delicate fingers and rubbed it back and forth over her full, sensuous lips for a long time before opening her mouth wide and drawing it, with a slick sucking motion, deep into the warm, moist cavern where her tongue waited to prey on the rigid pole of meat. She made her tongue flat and lifted his thickly distended shaft up and back with it until it touched the innermost recesses of her softly yielding throat.
Then she began to suck him, strongly, steadily, with a rhythmic, lazy motion of her head as her mouth slid obscenely up and down the rigid pole of male flesh. Each time, she absorbed more and more of his pulsating hardness. His hands uncontrollably found their way into the tangle of blonde hair and he tried to fuck deeply into her mouth, but she pulled back, letting him know that she would set the pace.
The hotly aroused young husband had no idea what had brought on this wild and rapturous event, but he knew that he was in the presence of a first-class cocksucker. She sucked him as the most experienced whore would, wanting to give him pleasure, teasing his lust-inflamed cock with her tongue and lips, letting it slide deep into her throat one minute, then backing off until only the hard, rubbery tip remained between her glistening lips, lashing it with her tongue, then slowly, tantalizingly, going all the way down on him again until everything but his balls were in her mouth. Never in his life had he experienced such ecstasy.
Linda's knees were becoming sore from kneeling on the uncarpeted floor, but she ignored the pain and concentrated on driving him wild without letting him come. Deep in her nakedly quivering belly she could feel herself reaching the pinnacle of her own pleasure, feel the muscles opening and contracting and signaling her own rapture.
Suddenly she was coming ... coming much quicker than she wanted to. She had wanted to linger lovingly over this first sucking of Ralph Carlson's cock, let her arousal build until she couldn't stand it any longer. But his throbbing cock was too much for her.
When she felt the orgasmic cuntal moisture spilling warmly down from her quivering cunt and trickling down over her thighs, Linda let her self go and began to suck his cock furiously. He didn't last long. In moments he was jetting hot, viscous semen deep into the willing receptacle of her mouth and she. was gulping it down, tonguing him wildly as she sucked him dry. She drew on the bursting rod of flesh until there was no more, tasting him, comparing the way he filled her mouth to the dozens of other men she had sucked. Finally she kissed the soft, smooth head of his prick and rose shakily to her feet.
But she wasn't finished just yet-not by a long shot! She had just begun his first lesson in how to make a woman happy. She let her voluptuously wide-set breasts sweep up over his muscular chest as she rose. She tilted her head back and offered her semen-smeared lips to him to kiss. His hands cupped her firmly rounded buttocks, but his mouth didn't meet hers, even when she rubbed her pussy-mound seductively up against him.
"So you don't want to kiss me now," she said sarcastically. "I just sucked your cock, and now you don't want to touch my lips. Is that all a woman is to you ... something to put your cock into and come!"
"Linda ... "
"Linda, shit!" she looked up at him, her gaze steady, her eyes mocking. "You're so fucking used to whores that you don't know how to treat a real woman! Is that what you do to your wife? Treat her like garbage after you've fucked her?"
"No! She's so damned frigid I don't ever get to screw her at all anymore!" he protested hotly. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. "I just went down on you ... sucked your cock, and when you were finished, when you'd shot all your damned come into my mouth, you didn't think enough of me to want to kiss me in gratitude."
She stood by the bed, jamming her index finger into his chest. "If you want to keep Virginia, or any woman, you'd better start learning about giving as well as getting! If you don't, well, you'll end up renting whores to suck or fuck you!"
"Am I that bad?" he asked unhappily. "You could be damned good with this kind of equipment," she replied, patting his limp cock. "But you can't treat your women like whores and then expect them to love you for it. And you've got to give as well as take when it comes to sex!"
"Linda, please ... "
"Here's the fucking bed, lover. Do you want me to get up on it so you can make love to me? To eat my pussy. To make me come with your mouth? If you don't, well I'll split and leave you to your goddamned misery."
"Linda, I'm sorry," he murmured, genuinely sorry now. "I guess I haven't been much of a lover with Virginia. She's so beautiful, so damned beautiful ... and I've treated her like a Hong Kong hooker!" He paused and stroked Linda's naked trembling back, then took her hand and placed it on his still-wet cock that hung flaccid and useless down from his groin. "Tell me what to do. Show me how I should make love to my wife!"
"Let's get on the bed and I'll show you all kinds of things you can do with this thing," she whispered, squeezing his cock. Ralph couldn't control himself. He drew her down onto the messy bed and impulsively kissed her hard on the lips that were still slick with the moisture of his own come. His hands moved eagerly down over the soft body, caressing the cones of her breasts, rubbing her firm little asscheeks and moving down her legs and up between them until his fingers were pressing lewdly against the openly trembling mound of her cunt.
"Show me...." he pleaded in a hoarse voice. "Teach me everything ... "
"Sure, honey," she replied with a slow, simmering smile. "Start by kissing me all over, nice and easy, that's it ... good and slow!" She pressed her fur-thatched cunt up against his obscenely probing hand. "Lick every damned inch of me ... but make my pussy be the part you do last!"
He obeyed his new mistress, washing her hotly with his tongue, driving it into her armpits and lashing the ridge of her spine from top to bottom, flicking it rapidly over the brown-tipped peaks of her breasts, slowly moving down over the smooth plane of her heaving belly, along her outer thighs to her knees and feet, and then slowly up the tender white inner side, kissing first one leg and then the other, licking until she could barely control the passions which burned deep inside her. His shivering fingers finally parted the fluted pink lips of her cunt and he gazed at her in hungry anticipation until, with a soft cry, she caught his head and pulled it toward her. He gave her his mouth wildly, running his tongue deeply into her, licking with the flat side of it, then using the tip in a lewdly thrilling butterfly movement against the pleasure-bud of her swollen clitoris.
"That's it, lover, suck meeeeeee," she squealed, clamping her trembling thighs hard up around his delving face while he licked and sucked her cunt. He wasn't eating her as skillfully as other men had done, but he was only a beginner, she told herself, and what he lacked in technique, he more than made up for in enthusiasm.
"I'm coming ... oh I'm going to come!" she gasped, clutching him tightly between her thighs and ramming her hotly juicing pussy up into his face. "Oh, yes ... yes ... yesssssss! Don't stop, you sweet bastard ... keep your tongue up inside my cunt!"
And Ralph did as he was told, licking and sucking her as he knelt between her legs and she rammed her achingly climaxing cunt hard against his frantic mouth. Then she raised up on one elbow and reached down, finding his cock and clutching it hotly in her fingers.
"Move around, baby! Keep eating me, but swing around so I can suck you at the same time!" she ordered frantically. "I want your prick again!" He managed to raise himself and turn, felt her hands gripping his buttocks and then her moist soft mouth opening for his cock. The touch of her lips and tongue inflamed him and he was quickly as hard as before. He rose over her and began to fuck deeply into her eagerly sucking lips, feeling the now familiar tongue tasting the entire length of his inflamed shaft of cockmeat with every lashing stroke, and he burrowed his face wildly into the hotly heaving cunt. An inch away, her tiny pink asshole was flexing temptingly, and he impulsively drove a finger up into its puckered, rubbery depths. She let his cock escape the sweet prison of her lips for only instant as she cried out in surprise, then gulped him deeper into her throat again as his finger screwed in and out of her clenching ass.
Abruptly he jerked his mouth away from her softly subsiding cunt and worked his finger deeper into her raging asshole, straining the sphincter muscles as much as possible.
"I want to fuck your ass!" he cried out suddenly. She took her lips from his cock and turned over on the bed and positioned herself on her knees and elbows with her buttocks positioned high in the air. Her anus was pulsing hotly in anticipation as he mounted her from the rear.
Ralph had fucked many oriental girls in the asshole, but he had never seen one which beckoned so invitingly. The huge blunt end of his cock drove in tight against the constricted anal opening and, with little hesitation, it opened up to his lewd assault. Then it felt like his shaft was being sucked into a deep, tight, wetly clutching furnace. Her rectal muscles captured him and lustfully devoured the scalding rod, his heavily swollen balls smacking hard against the widespread asscheeks.
"Fuck me, baby!" Linda growled, urgently screwing her asscheeks back against his throbbing body. He had entered her as easily as he rammed into any tight pussy, yet this was the most beautiful thing he had ever felt, all tight and clutching and wondrously warm and juicy. He was fucking into her with powerful strokes now, each one matched by a swift backward lunge of her sleekly rounded buttocks.
Feeling deep inside her, she sensed that he was now fucking as much for her pleasure as for his own. His fingers moved obscenely around over her heaving belly and found the steaming entrance to her cunt, parting the swollen lips and erotic massaging the hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris.
She cried out in pleasure. Hot, unbearable thrills swept through her as she felt her own orgasm rushing toward climax, and she fucked back as hard as she could, wanting to make this good for them both.
"I'm coming ... oh, I'm coming!" she gasped, ramming her roundly straining asscheeks back hard against his come-swollen balls. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me harder! Think of screwing Virginia like this!"
He rammed into her furiously, and she felt the bouncing balls slapping against the widespread cheeks of her ass, and then the hot jets of semen as he exploded inside her rubbery anal depths. She clamped her anus tightly around his spewing prick and held him prisoner as long as she could. Then, finally, his prick began to grow limp and it slipped out of the ravaged asshole.
He lay on her back, sighing deeply, kissing and nuzzling her neck and ears. "Jesus, baby, that was super!" he whispered.
And then the telephone rang! Al Meadows sat at the end of the bar with the telephone in front of him. He could hear it ringing as he sipped his fifth double-bourbon and water. His single suitcase sat on the floor at his feet.
The row with Phil Morgan had been a terrible one, and his jaw was still sore from where the middle-aged man had punched him savagely before kicking him out of the mansion that housed the Institute. Al had pleaded, then begged, then groveled for forgiveness, but Phil Morgan had been adamantly enraged.
Damn it! the unhappy youth mused. He knew it had been wrong to try and screw Virginia Carlson, but he just hadn't been able to control himself. After four days of having to suck the girl's succulent cunt, he couldn't stop himself from trying to shove his gigantic rod in her pussy. It had been only the worst kind of luck that Phil Morgan had walked into the massage room and found them struggling furiously on the table.
Now he was out of a job. His wallet held less than a thousand dollars, far less than Al needed to continue the luxurious lifestyle he had become accustomed to. He would have to quickly find some other source of income. But first he was going to fix Phil Morgan!
Suddenly someone answered the telephone.
"Hello," an angry voice said.
"Hello, is this Ralph Carlson?" Al Meadows asked, barely able to suppress a sadistic grin of triumph. "Virginia Carlson's husband?"
"Yes, what do you want?"
"Just a friendly word, you poor stupid bastard," Al chuckled. "You think your sweet little bitch of a wife is working late, don't you? Well, if you go out to...." he gave the name and address of the Institute, " ... you'll find your cunt and her lover! She's probably sucking the guy's prick right fucking now!"
There was a split-second of shocked silence, then Ralph's strangled voice came back on. "You're lying, you dirty bastard! Who is this? Damn it, who is this?"
But Al Meadows had already hung up the phone. The slim, handsome youth ran his finger down the pages of his address book until he found the number of Edna Wilson. The fat, oversexed cunt would lend him the money he needed, he thought smugly, even though it sickened him to think of her gross body and slack cunt.
He reached for the phone again and began dialing. Virginia Carlson was more frightened and unhappy and depressed than she had ever been in her young life. She had come to the Institute tonight determined to confront Dr. Morgan and find out why he was avoiding her. Instead, she had almost been raped by the surly Al Meadows. Only the unexpected arrival of Phil Morgan had saved her, but the middle-aged doctor seemed almost more angry at her than at her attacker.
She sat in his luxurious office now waiting for him. Barbi had escorted Virginia there and told her Dr. Morgan would be in to see her as soon as he took care of Al Meadows. It took every ounce of will-power that Virginia possessed to keep from getting up and running away from the Institute and never returning.
Suddenly the door opened and Dr. Morgan strode briskly into the room, a grim expression on his handsome face. He went directly to the couch where the distraught young wife sat, sitting down next to her.
"Well, Virginia," he said smoothly, still not smiling, "I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Al Meadows won't bother you ever again. I've discharged him, and he's already left the premises."
"I was so frightened that he was going to hurt me," she whispered, tears of self-pity welling up in her eyes and about to spill down over her flushed cheeks. She was wearing a sheer gown of some filmy material that Barbi had given her, and she could see the doctor devouring her succulent flesh with eager eyes. "It was horrible ... horrible!"
"Are you entirely blameless in this little episode?" Morgan asked, his eyes narrowing. "I mean, after all", you did let him eat your pussy four nights straight. Can you really expect a man to get turned on like that and not want to make love to you?"
Shocked, Virginia turned a deep red, then began to tremble violently as the cruel words struck home. What the doctor said was true, of course, but it was terribly wrong for him to accuse her of instigating the thing. It hadn't been her fault that she and Al Meadows were together! It was only because Dr. Morgan was too busy to see her himself!
The bogus doctor watched her, noting with satisfaction the expression of shame and embarrassment on the lovely face. At heart he was a sadist, reveling in the pain he inflicted upon his helpless and vulnerable victims. Virginia Carlson was no different than the hundreds of other females he had fucked-over during his lifetime-only a bit more beautiful and naive.
He had been toying with her ever since that first evening when they had met and he had forced her to suck his cock. It had been immediately apparent to him that Virginia was totally neurotic about sex, but that she could be easily bent to his own perverted purposes. The technique he had used had been an effective one-first tear down her defenses by forcing her into a totally degrading act under the pretense that he was helping her. Then, while she was reeling in the confusion and dependent upon him for psychological support, to pull the rug out from under her by refusing to see her. As he had anticipated, Virginia quickly became disoriented and hopelessly perplexed at his seeming rejection. And, just so that she wouldn't get depressed and leave the Institute altogether, he had thrown her a bone in the form of Al Meadows. Al's job had been to sharpen and hone her sexual appetites for the doctor, a duty he had done only too well.
Now it was time for Phil Morgan to twist the knife a little deeper into the beautiful blonde's painfully wounded psyche. She had to be made to understand that Morgan was her master-in every phase of her life! Without that powerful hold on the sexy wife she would be useless to him.
"Why are you blushing like that?" he asked coldly. "Because of those things you said!" she replied, tears of bitter frustration spilling down over her cheeks. "I didn't lead him on! He told me you wanted me to do those things with him! None of this would have happened if you hadn't been too busy to see me again!"
The hurt in her voice was painful to hear. "So now you're blaming me," he mused in mock disappointment, as if chiding a very young child. "You think it's my fault that you let your sexuality get the better of you. I'm very sorry to hear you say that, Virginia. It indicates an extreme immaturity on your part, don't you agree?"
She didn't agree at all, but she nodded anyway, wanting to please the powerful man. His cold eyes were hypnotic, holding her gaze, almost as if he were able to stare into the depths of her very soul. For days she had been begging to see him. Now that she was once again in his presence she felt like a silly fool.
"Tell me, Virginia," he asked quietly, letting one strong hand come to rest on her shivering, naked knee to caress the warm flesh there, "how did you feel when Al Meadows was sucking your pussy? Did it feel good?"
She lowered her tear-stained eyes and nodded bitterly. It had been wonderful, so wonderful that she wanted to die every time his expert tongue probed and massaged her burning pussy into orgasm. But the admission made her feel dirty and ashamed nonetheless.
"And who were you thinking about when he did that to you?"
"W-w-what do you mean?" she replied, startled by the directness of the question. "You know exactly what I mean, Virginia," he said, increasing the pressure of his fingers on her knee. "Don't waste my time by lying to me. Was it your husband you were thinking about when Al licked and sucked your beautiful young cunt?"
She shook her head violently. "Was it Al Meadows then?"
Again the frantic headshake.
Phil Morgan could hardly suppress a smug, triumphant grin. "Was it me, Virginia," he whispered, letting his hand move up her thigh toward the warmly pulsing slit between her legs. Every tantalizing inch the hand moved made her want to scream out with ecstasy. She was blushing to the roots of her golden hair now, too ashamed to look at him, too humiliated by the knowledge that she was hardly more than an adulterous whore at heart. All the time she had been pretending that it was Ralph she was coming here for, that she only wanted to save her marriage. But she knew now in her black heart that it was Phillip Morgan she lusted for-desired more than any man alive! All other men were only pale imitations of the powerful, handsome doctor. And not only was he the most commanding male she had ever met-he certainly was the most perceptive and intelligent. He had seen through her childish games-had recognized the burning, obscene lust that lay just below the surface in her!
Jesus H. Christ! he thought cynically, watching the beautiful blonde wife suffer, this is going to be easier than I thought. The stupid cunt will do anything I tell her to! "What you feel is merely what we call transference, Virginia," he said soothingly. "In layman's terms it means you're transferring your affections and love and, yes, even sexual desire to me. It's a common occurrence with patients of psychologists and psychiatrists. We'll have to deal with it sooner or later, my dear. Shall we exorcise it now?"
He had not a doubt in the world what her reaction would be. And he wasn't disappointed a moment later when she spoke. "No! It's not that at all!" she protested hotly. "I love you, Doctor Morgan! You're not like my husband or other men! You understand me ... you know how much I'm suffering! Please don't say things like that! Let me stay here at the Institute with you, Doctor Morgan, please! I'll do anything you want ... I'll never make any demands on you or cause you any problems! Oh God, can't you see how much I love you!"
She was sobbing loudly now, holding her head in her hands, wanting to die from the overwhelming lust and love she felt for the man who sat next to her on the couch and stroked her throbbing, burning thigh. Her wet, warm pussy felt as if it would explode from desire, her nipples were hard and tingling, her whole body alive with the most powerful lust she had ever experienced.
"I don't believe you," he said coldly, cruelly, sending shivers of despair through the suffering young wife's succulent body. "You're just confused and irrational after that experience with Al Morgan. Go on, admit it, Virginia! You don't feel any real desire for me, do you?"
With a loud, shuddering gasp of frustration, she threw herself at him, wrapping her slender arms about his powerful body as the vibrations of her overwhelming passion spread out through her lusty young body like a steady current of electricity.
"I do want you," she moaned. "I want you to make love to me ... I want to come with your beautiful prick inside my ... my cunt!" Her face burned at the obscene words, but she had to go on, had to convince him that she would do anything in the world for him-no matter how degrading or humiliating it might be! "Please, Doctor Morgan ... I'll suck your cock again! Let me ... let me please you with my mouth! Oh, you've got to believe meeeeee!"
Her ruby red lips were parted, half-open in ecstasy and passion, her eyes shimmering like a madwoman's. She meant every word she said. At that moment she would have done anything he wanted of her!
Suddenly he drew her down atop his own hard-muscled body, smiling in triumph. She was finally surrendering completely to his powerful will. There would be no trouble with her now-she would subvert her own mind to his, do anything he wanted, act as his whore if that were what he desired. And that was exactly what was in the back of his mind at that moment!
He began kissing her fiercely, shoving his wetly quivering tongue deep into her warm, open mouth, flicking it behind her teeth and merging it hotly with hers, exploring every inch of the fevered wet cavern. First he was going to have her hot little cunt, then he was going to demonstrate to the stupid little bitch what sexual perversion really was!
Virginia's hands were roving down between his legs where his hotly stiffened cock was throbbing with lust, straining against the tight shorts he wore.
She began to massage it slowly, caressing his male hardness through the material. "That's it, Virginia, play with my cock and get it good and hard for your beautiful cunt," he moaned into her open mouth as she cupped the softly pulsing mound of his cock and balls. His hand slid under the sheer material of the gown she wore, moving smoothly up the naked velvet of her back, savoring her warmly feminine softness. He found the rounded cheeks of her quivering buttocks and squeezed them hard. Then, testing her, he inserted his outstretched middle finger into the clefted crevice of her ass.
She reacted quickly, remembering how her husband had painfully probed at her sensitive asshole that night when this whole nightmare had begun.
"Are you afraid of that?" Phil Morgan asked, his body tensing. "Because if you are, Virginia, it only proves that you've been lying to me ... that you don't really have any feelings for me!"
Choking down the cries of protest, she forced herself to wriggle her buttocks down against his finger, her whole body shivering with horror and fright. She had to endure this indignity to show him she loved him, she told herself, she had to!
She reached up with her mouth and bit the soft flesh of his earlobe, lightly at first, then a little harder, and the quick harsh darts of pain were hotly exciting to the bogus doctor. His muscular body was tingling with desire now, surging with a throbbing passion that was almost impossible to control.
"Shall I shove my finger up into your asshole?" he suddenly demanded harshly. "Well, shall I?"
"Yes ... oh fuck, yessssss!" she hissed in reply, trying to fight off the waves of nausea at the thought of having another finger invading the painful tightness of her aching bottom.
Instead of shoving the finger into her cringing rectum, he smiled and brought his hand up out of the crevice between her buttocks. Let her wait for that pleasure until later, he thought lewdly to himself. For the moment he wanted to concentrate on the luscious little cunt between her legs.
He shuddered uncontrollably as another surge of lust swept through him. His thickly bloated cock throbbed excitedly in anticipation, yearning to bury itself in the tender warmth of her wetly pulsating cunt. He pushed her away and stripped off his shorts, then untied the small ribbon that held her flimsy garment in place. The sheer robe fell away easily, revealing her nakedly gleaming breasts. The shrugged out of it, her breathing coming faster and faster, her eyes glazed with erotic excitement.
"I'll stop any time you say, Virginia," Morgan told the trembling girl. "You have only to say the word and I'll stop immediately. I don't want you saying later that I seduced you, do you understand?"
She didn't understand anything but the burning, flaming warmth in her cunt and breasts. And she knew that she had to have him now! While his hands ran over the satin smoothness of her warm nakedness, squeezing her huge, ripely quivering breasts and savoring the sleekly flaring curves of her hips, she thrust her pelvis back and forth on the couch, all the while clasping his massively pulsating cock in her hands and skillfully sliding back the soft foreskin to expose the smooth, rubbery head. She teased it with her fingers, rubbing and shaking it as if it were the most wondrous thing she had ever seen.
Still smiling smugly, Morgan dropped his hand down to the softly curling strands of silken pubic hair that surrounded her swampy cuntal trench, exploring the moistly heated area and making her groan with rapture..
She cried out with pleasure as his expert fingers stroked the entire length of the downily cushioned furrow at the entrance to her cuntal depths. Tantalizingly he massaged her tender clitoris, delighted to feel it harden instantly against his finger. Virginia trembled against him, squeezing her thighs provocatively around his hand in a lewdly inviting caress. Suddenly, without warning, he slid his outstretched middle finger deeply into her already wetly contracting cunt.
"OH YESSSSSSS!" she screamed, drawing in her breath and opening her legs wide to receive his invading finger. "OH FUCK, YESSSSSSSSS!" Excited by her passionate response, Morgan harshly pumped his finger up and down so far that he could feel the bone-like hardness of her sensitive cervix. His fingerfucking drove the beautiful young wife mad with impatient desire, and she writhed and squirmed against his lewdly probing hand.
"Fuck me now. . she cried out, shocked to hear her own mouth gushing out those obscene words. "I can't wait any longer ... please, fuck me ... fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
She let go of his prick and lay back on the couch, spreading her legs apart for him, offering up her wetly glistening cunt. She stretched her arms out, begging silently for him to put her out of her sexual misery.
He lost no time in straddling her body, his arms on either side of her shoulders, his legs between hers. Feverishly the young wife thrust her hands down between their naked bodies and curled them around his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it frantically between the lips of her quivering, desire-swollen cunt. He groaned above her as he felt her mover his lust-thickened prick up and down between her legs, parting the soft, silky hair of her cock-hungry pussy with the pulsating, blood-filled tip. The curling tendrils of her pubic hair grazed teasingly against his sensitive hardness, causing his aching prick to pulsate from the excruciating pressure.
Not wanting to hold back another second, he thrust his hips forward with a hard lung, driving his gigantic prick up into the gaping hot mouth of her uplifted little pussy. "OOOOOHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as her warmly elastic cuntal muscles clamped tightly around his bloated organ, holding it for a moment, then relaxing to allow him to drive it far up inside her. The passage was tight at first, then easier, as the hot wetness of her freely flowing cunt lubricated his slithering pole of male meat. He thrust all the way forward to slam against the tender nub of her cervix, and his sperm-loaded balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her upturned buttocks as she groaned in deep ecstasy.
Morgan paused for a moment to savor the extraordinary sense of erotic triumph that he felt, something that always happened when he bested and humbled a fresh young cunt. He felt as if he were the most powerful man in the whole world! No woman would ever be able to resist his powerful will!
His prick was hard and full of surging life as he began fucking like a savage barbarian, sawing into her with cruel, brutal strokes, making her arch her body shamelessly up to receive his impaling rod. She moaned over and over again beneath him, flailing her head from side to side in lewdly sensual abandon.
"Harder!" she pleaded, wanting more of the strangely wonderful pain his cock was giving her. "DO IT HARDER! HURT ME ... I WANT YOU TO HURT MEEEEEE!" He slammed into her without mercy, his tautly flexing buttocks driving his prick forward until it was stuffed completely into her cringing, pleasure-filled cunt. As he fucked her, he was already planning his next move. As soon as this wild screwing was over he intended to order her to suck his cock again, to bring it back up to its present gigantic size. Then, while she begged for mercy, he would slam the wicked column of flesh up into the tight confines of her puckered little hairless asshole and spend his seed in her bowels while she screamed with pain.
Unaware of what the sadistic man was thinking, Virginia screamed with pleasure, reveling in the obscenely brutal fucking he was giving her. The harder he drove into her squishing cunt, the more she wanted. It hurt horribly when he slammed into her womb, but she loved it! She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his hard thick prick ramming into the moistly steaming mouth of her cunt and making her shudder with rapture.
"Get your legs up around my back, bitch!" he commanded in a hard, demanding voice. She pulled her knees up and locked her legs around his back in instant obedience, never even thinking about what she was doing. The shift in angle allowed him to sink his rampaging cock even deeper into her fiery cunt, making her eyes roll about uncontrollably in her head.
He could feel his heatedly throbbing rod growing and expanding within the tightness of her young pussy, pressing against her womb, and he began to fuck harder, certain he was about to explode his hot, scalding seed up into the gaping wound between her lovely legs. He realized, too, that Virginia was near orgasm, and he redoubled his furious fucking, feeling her gripping his cock with her firm thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his merciless thrusts.
Then, without warning, she was there!
"I'm g-g-going to c-c-come!" she shrieked. "OH GOD, darling, I'm going to come! Don't stop ... fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
Her wildly palpitating cuntal flesh convulsed around his swollen rod. Suddenly a flood of warmly spicy juices began covering the rampaging prick as her gushing hot female fluids overflowed her pussy and surged out from her tightly locked cuntal lips around his cock.
And then he was coming too! His loins seemed to burst as a jet of white-hot male semen squirted out of his massively shuddering prick and into her wetly clasping cunt. Grunts and cries of ecstasy filled the room as the two wanton lovers drained themselves of their passion. Virginia twisted and writhed beneath him and her ripe young body was splitting apart with the lurid pleasure that wound through her. Phil Morgan bucked and lunged, plowing his exploding cock far up into the inner recesses of her quivering cuntal passage, milking out every last orgasm from the wildly shuddering pussy-flesh.
Long moments later, when they were lying side by side on the wide couch, Phil Morgan leaned over and whispered into the satiated girl's ear: "Okay, honey, that was a great warm-up, but now let's get down to the real thing!"
"W-w-what do you mean?" she asked, opening her eyes and looking over at her handsome lover. "I mean I want you to suck my prick back up again until it's nice and hard, Virginia," he laughed mirthlessly. "Because I've got a special treat for you later! Come on, get moving!"
Without waiting for her assent, he grabbed her head on either side with his powerful hands and brutally pulled her face down over his come-smeared, half-limp cock, forcing her lips along the pungently-scented shaft of the still-huge prick.
She was hurt and puzzled by his suddenly-cruel treatment, but she sighed and opened her mouth, hoping that she wouldn't be ill at the taste of her own hot juices.
CHAPTER SIX
"Please, Ralph, please don't do this!" Linda begged as the enraged young husband drove recklessly toward the Institute for Sexual Awareness. She frightened blonde almost wished that a cruising police car would stop them for speeding and arrest Ralph. The telephone call had seemed to drive him to near-madness with its obscene accusation against the young wife. He had jumped up from the bed, dressed hurriedly while he muttered dark curses against his faithless wife, then raced out to his car with Linda close behind, the willowy neighbor dressed only in the revealing bikini swimsuit.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Ralph snarled, his brain reeling with rage and hostility. He wanted to kill Virginia, to take her neck in his hands and strangle the life out of her adulterous body. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the caller had been telling the truth. What a fool he had been, he thought bitterly. All these months Virginia had been stringing him along with those lies about her lack of passion, laughing at his stupidity while she fucked someone else! It was monstrous, too horrible to even think about. But he couldn't get the obscene images of his wife's lush young naked body out of his mind-lewd, erotic visions of her spreading her creamy thighs for some other man-maybe even more than one man filled every recess and crevice of his wrathful brain. Oh! he thought, swerving in and out of traffic, narrowly missing a group of pedestrians crossing the street, how could she do this to me? Bitch! Whore! Damned slut!
The fact that his body still reeked of Linda's sweat and cuntal and anal juices didn't even enter his mind. He had been wronged, made a cuckold by his lying wife, that was all that mattered now. Somehow he had to avenge his honor, make the rotten bitch pay for sleeping-around on him! He knew in his irrational heart and mind that he wouldn't be able to face himself again until that happened-until her horrible sin had been revenged!
Beside him on the car seat, shivering with the cold and her mounting apprehension, Linda wished now that she had had enough sense to stay at the apartment. That way she could have telephoned the Institute and warned Virginia that Ralph was on his way there. She had seen rage in men before, but nothing like the flaming, snarling fury which now had possession of Ralph Carlson. Worse yet, he would certainly soon discover that she herself had been responsible for Virginia enrolling at the Institute. Surely he would vent his terrible wrath on her next.
There seemed no way to stop the inevitable carnage that would ensure once they got to Phillip Morgan's Institute. Ralph was bent on destruction-and nothing nor anyone could stop him now!
Who in the fuck could have made that phone call? she wondered bitterly. It had to be the work of someone so twisted and perverted to be without morals or even common-sense. Her mind strained to think of someone who fit that description, but she could think of no one who would do such a dastardly, foolhardy thing.
Suddenly they were skidding into the driveway that led to the huge old mansion. Ralph's foot jammed down onto the brake while they were still several dozen yards from the steps which led up to the front door, causing the tires to screech and throw off black smoke as they came to a dizzying stop.
The enraged young husband threw open his door and raced up the steps and began pounding furiously on the large oaken doors, yelling and screaming obscenities as he demanded entrance.
Glancing down at the ignition, the terrified Linda saw that Ralph had left the keys there. For a moment she was sorely tempted to slide over to the wheel and drive away to safety. There was no telling what Ralph Carlson would do in his agitated state-even murder was a distinct possibility. But she decided against that course of action, knowing that her only chance was to somehow get the enraged youth calmed down. That possibility seemed remote, but it was the only one she had short of leaving town.
So, fearfully, she followed him up the stairway and tried desperately to talk to him as he banged and pounded on the door with his clenched fist.
If he heard her soothing, pleading words, he gave no sign of it. Instead, he continued to scream curses and try to batter down the impregnable door. Suddenly it flew open and Ralph and Linda were face to face with Barbi Borden and Cal Fisher, the hulking, brute of a man who served as janitor and bouncer for the Institute.
"Where's my wife?" Ralph screamed, trying to rush past them. He had gotten only a few steps when he felt the bone-crushing arms of Cal Fisher around his arms and chest, bringing him to a painful, skidding stop. "Let me go, you motherfucker!" Ralph shrieked, helplessly struggling to free himself. "God damn you, you bastard! Let me go ... LET ME GO!"
"Shut him up, Cal, before he disturbs everyone in the place," Barbi ordered. She watched at the huge ex-convict slid one powerful hand up to Ralph's face and slammed it over the young husband's mouth, effectively cutting off the obscene screams. "That's it, Cal. Now take him into my office and keep him there while I find out what in the fuck is going on!"
Ralph was dragged off, kicking and moaning with frustrated rage. When the door of Barbi's office closed behind the two men, Barbi turned to Linda with a cold, hard glint in her beautiful eyes.
"Do you want to explain this, Linda?" she snarled, wondering what in the hell the over-sexed blonde was doing here dressed only in a skimpy, revealing swimsuit. Linda's hair was tangled and her face wore an expression of horrified concern.
It took only a few minutes for the girl to explain the situation to Barbi Borden. Barbi listened quietly without changing her cold expression, but her mind was seething with anxiety by the time Linda finished her sordid story.
"It had to be Al Meadows," she mused aloud when Linda was done. "The dirty bastard! The dirty, rotten cock-sucker! I knew he was going to cause us trouble, I tried to warn Phil! Damn it, why wouldn't he listen to me!"
"You mean Al Meadows made that phone call?" Linda asked in amazement.
"It must have been him," Barbi replied with a shrug of her lovely shoulders. "Phil ... that is, Dr. Morgan discharged him tonight. He caught him trying to rape Virginia! There was a hell of a row and Dr. Morgan had to use some force to get Al to leave. Shit! What a mess!"
"What are we going to do?" Linda asked in a pleading voice. "Ralph is ready to kill Virginia ... and anyone who gets in his way!" Barbi didn't reply. She was thinking about what Linda had told her ... about the way the over-sexed blonde had been in bed with Ralph Carlson when the telephone call came. Suddenly she knew what she had to do.
"Alright, Linda," she said calmly, much more calmly than she felt at the moment. "I'll handle this from this point on. You make yourself scarce ... call a taxi and go home. Don't worry, I can take care of Ralph Carlson. Go on, get moving!"
She waited until Linda had disappeared into the nearby lounge to telephone for a cab. Then, her whole body trembling with apprehension and excitement she strode down the hallway to her own office where Ralph Carlson and Carl Fisher waited.
She knew that this had to happen one day, that some jealous, enraged husband would find out about what went on at the Institute and come gunning for them. It was all Phil Morgan's fault, she told herself. She had warned him about Virginia Carlson, had tried to make him see that the sexy young blonde wife was trouble-just as she had tried to warn him against discharging Al Meadows. But Phil hadn't listened to her, had been too wrapped up in his own ego-and-power trip to take any advice. Now their whole lucrative world might come tumbling down around them. She had to stop that at any cost. But at the same time she had to show Phil Morgan that she had been right, and that he had been wrong!
She knew that at this very moment Phil Morgan and the beautiful Virginia were upstairs in his office. And there was no doubt in her mind as to what they were doing. The naive wife had become increasingly dependent upon Phil Morgan-to the point where she would do anything Morgan ordered. And Barbi knew just how perverted and degrading his commands and his insatiable sexual appetites could be. Barbi's jealousy of the blonde girl had grown steadily over the past several days. Suddenly she had been given the opportunity to rid herself of Virginia for good, and she intended to seize that opportunity right now!
Ralph Morgan was hunched in a chair, with Carl Fisher standing menacingly over him, when Barbi went into her office. The husband looked up, his face still a mask of rage.
"You can't keep me here forever," he cried out, his words strangled and full of fury as he looked at the beautiful women. "I'll fix the whole fucking lot of you, and especially this fucked moron!"
He pointed at the smiling Carl Fisher who seemed unperturbed by the threat. "No one is holding you against your will, Mr. Carlson," Barbi replied warmly. "As soon as we have a little talk you'll be free to go." She paused and turned to Carl. "Carl, I want you to go outside and stay by the door. Don't worry, Mr. Carlson isn't going to hurt me. Go on, Carl, do as I say. I'll call for you if I need any further assistance."
"What in the hell have you done with her?"
"Your wife is upstairs with Dr. Morgan," she replied calmly. "I'm afraid you can't see her in person until her session with the doctor is over. The words sounded ominous, but Ralph was beside himself with jealous rage. He still had no idea what kind of place this was, but he knew instinctively that something wicked and evil was going on in the huge old mansion. And he had to knew what Virginia was doing.
"Y-y-yes, I want to see," he mumbled. "Don't forget, I warned you against it," Barbi said, striding over to the wall and pressing a button that was set into one of the dark panels. What appeared to be a painting suddenly swung open, revealing a dark video screen and several knobs, filled with the obscene imagine of his naked young wife stretched out on the floor of an office similar to the one in which he stood. "Oh, my!" he repeated, feeling his stomach churning with nausea.
Virginia's beautiful face was clearly visible, despite the hard-muscled, grey-hair man who straddled her body, his gigantic rod driving furiously into the young wife's madly sucking mouth. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her full, ripe lips eagerly and hungrily chewing on the column of glistening male meat. While she sucked frantically, her slender fingers were kneading and massaging the man's swollen, lust-charged balls as they slapped rhythmically against her chin. There wasn't a doubt in the world that Virginia Carlson was loving what she was doing-that her perverted mouth was thrilling to the way she obscenely chewed and nibbled and sucked and licked on the massive rod that was pummeling her without mercy!
And suddenly Ralph Carlson knew that he couldn't stand another moment of the monstrously obscene spectacle without going crazy.
"Turn it off!" he shrieked, covering his face with his hands to blot out the horrible images. "TURN IT OFF!"
"I did warn you, you know," she said quietly, glancing down to his groin, shocked to see that his huge cock was jerking and pounding against the material of his trousers. She smiled to herself cynically, never failing to be surprised at how most men reacted to erotic stimulation, even if it involved their own wives or lovers! Here Ralph Carlson was, having just seen his own wife sucking a stranger's cock and loving it, and yet he already had a hard-on! It was both disgusting and thrilling to her at the same time.
"Your wife is upstairs getting counseling in sexual techniques from Dr. Morgan," she said quietly, her own cunt starting to tingle with warmth. "She's been coming here for some time to help her overcome her, uh, sexual inhibitions. But I'm afraid that somewhere along the line she's gotten her head twisted around, Mr. Carlson."
"What do you mean?" Ralph asked, his voice dripping with despair. "What I mean is, that you're wife has become much too attached to Dr. Morgan for her own good ... and vice versa! Virginia and Dr. Morgan have gone far beyond the patient-therapist relationship. Frankly, Mr. Carlson, I'm glad you came here tonight, because I want you to take your wife away and see that she never returns, is that clear?"
He looked at her with uncomprehending eyes. "Don't be obtuse, Mr. Carlson," Barbi said impatiently. "I want you to get that little bitch the hell out of here while you can! You saw for yourself how much she loved sucking Dr. Morgan's cock. It's getting worse every day," she lied. "I wouldn't be at all surprised if she decides to leave you and move in here with the doctor. Is that what you want?"
Ralph didn't know what he wanted. His mind was still too full of rage and fury at having been cuckolded. She had betrayed him, wounded his ego horribly, made a fool of him. And yet the sight of her avidly sucking the stranger's cock had struck an erotic nerve deep in his body and soul. If she were willing to do that with a stranger, she certainly couldn't refuse her own husband that kind of thrilling, obscene pleasure. That was all he had ever wanted of his wife-that she should eagerly service his erotic needs without fear or inhibition, that she willingly spread her creamy thighs for him, that she suck his cock when that was what he wanted, that she gladly offer up her succulent pussy for his gigantic cock to use as a husband demanded!
Barbi saw the expression of confusion on Ralph's face and she knew she had to play her trump card. Moving closer, she began to unbutton her silk blouse slowly and tantalizingly, giving the young husband a thrilling view of her magnificent breasts as she shrugged out of the sheer material and stood naked from the waist up in front of him.
"Would it make it easier on you to punish her, Ralph?" she asked in a voice barely above a lust-charged whisper. "To avenge her infidelity by showing Virginia that you're a real man, too?"
"Virginia needs a strong man, Ralph," she went on, reaching around to unsnap her skirt and slid it down over her flaring hips. She wore no panties, and his eyes widened with delight when her dark triangle of pubic hair came into view. As she kicked away the skirt, Barbi spread her legs slightly, giving the lust-charged man an exciting view of her dilated cuntal-lips and the pink flesh that lay between her quivering, soft thighs. "You could be that strong man if you wanted, darling," she continued, stroking her thighs and belly sensually in open invitation to her. "Oh, yes, you could master her just as Doctor Morgan has. Wouldn't you like it to be your cock she sucks on command? Virginia loves to suck cock now, Ralph ... just as she loves to fuck ... to have a beautifully hard male cock shoving up into her creamy pussy and making her come! That could all be yours if you wanted it!"
"B-b-but h-h-how?" he stammered, almost overwhelmed by the lust-inspiring sight of the lusciously naked woman standing only inches from his own desire-heightened body. "She won't even let me touch her anymore! It isn't me she wants!"
"You have to be strong with women like Virginia ... you have to show them who's master!" Barbi said quickly. "And one way to do that is to be masterful with other women. Make her realize that she's only another warm cunt to you ... that you can have your pick of any female you want! Would you like to show her that, Ralph?"
"Oh, yes ... yessssss!" he cried out, suddenly grabbing at the stunning, naked brunette and trying to pull her luscious body closer to his own. His prick felt as if it were going to explode in his trousers and spill his heated come uselessly. "Help me," he begged. "Show me what to do!"
She pushed him away, smiling smugly.
"Of course I will," she replied. "You get undressed while I speak to Carl for a moment. We'll see how Virginia likes a taste of her own medicine, shall we?"
She walked quickly to the door and stepped outside, noting Carl Fisher's amazed expression at seeing her totally naked like this. She ignored his lust-filled stare. "Carl, I want you to go up to Dr. Morgan's office and bring Virginia Carlson down here immediately. Now get this straight, Carl. You're to tell Phil that the girl's husband is here and that he's threatening to shoot him! That's right, you fool ... shoot him! Tell Phil to get the hell out of here fast while I stall the husband. Tell him to drive up to Detroit and stay with Jimmy Zamos until things blow over ... I'll take care of things here. But bring the girl down here right away, understand? Now repeat everything I've told you!"
Carl slowly repeated his instructions and the message for Phil Morgan. The whole thing was confusing to him, especially since he knew that Ralph Carlson had no gun. But he nodded and turned to go, afraid of incurring Barbi's wrath by bungling the job or arguing with the beautiful woman.
When she went back into her office, Ralph was standing in the middle of the room completely naked, his huge prick jutting out obscenely from his middle, his eyes glazed with lust, his whole body trembling with erotic anticipation.
"Okay, lover, let's see what you've got," Barbi said with a smoldering smile, striding over to him and grabbing his throbbing prick in her hand. He moaned as her fingers stretched back the protective foreskin and began slowly massaging his lust distended rod with long, rhythmic strokes, manipulating the lewdly excited young husband's cock, subtly increasing the pressure until he thought he would go out of his mind with passion.
"Come on, baby, fuck me," she commanded, pulling him toward her desk. "Shove this big, beautiful cock up into my pussy and show me if you're a man after all!" The wildly aroused Ralph needed no further urging. Positioning himself between the smoothly sculpted columns of her widespread thighs as she got up onto the desk, he bent his knees slightly, and bracing himself against the desk, he bent his knees slightly, and bracing himself against the desk with one hand, used the other to guide his massive rod of male hardness up into the cushioned entrance of her softly pulsing cuntal slit. Pressing forward slightly, he felt the bulbous head slide easily up inside her throbbing pussy-wound. She wriggled her hips in a lewd movement, sucking his massive rod up inside her cunt little by little. Each delicious motion sent hot thrills of mounting urgency searing through his loins. Finally it was all the way in, and he could feel the tender cushiony hardness of her cervix pressing against the rubbery tip.
Slowly he drew back, then plunged swiftly forward, making Barbi yelp as his cock rammed hard-up inside her. She tightened her cuntal muscles against it, forcing it into even greater hardness.
Shifting his position, Ralph slipped his hands in back of her and seized the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter up against him. Now he was fucking her in earnest, slicing into her with long, slamming strokes. With each plunging blow she arched her body to received him, opening her thighs as far as they would go.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... harder, you bastard ... HARDER!" she screamed, thoroughly enjoying the pounding her cunt was receiving.
As he complied with her instructions, the obscenely aroused woman seized one of his hands and guided it to the deep crevice between her dancing asscheeks.
"Stick your finger in my asshole," she demanded. "That's what a real woman likes. Did you ever fuck your wife in the ass? No, well, lover, she'd really dig having a strong, handsome dude like you ass-fucking her!"
Ralph could hardly believe his ears. His brain reeled with delight at the obscene words. Yes! that's what Virginia needed. If she could suck a stranger's cock, she could offer up her tender and virginal asshole to his rampaging prick! He began to fantasize about just that act as he searched the deep furrow of Barbi's asscheeks and found the tightly puckered ring of her rectum. He didn't break the rhythm of his furious fucking as he thrust the finger far up inside her cringing bottom, making her squeal with erotic delight.
She continued to wail in ecstasy as he dug his finger and prick into her burning, lust inflamed crotch, giving her double pleasure. But it was his wife's asshole he was thinking about. He couldn't wait to have her kneeling in front of him, his gigantic cock slamming into the hairless opening between her buttocks. She would soon learn what a real man he was-there would be no more of her goddamned excuses for not letting him fuck her. From this moment on, he vowed, she would find him a different person altogether. If he wanted his cock sucked or if he demanded the use of her puckered little rectum, she'd damn well better jump!
Pinioned against the hard edge of the desk, Barbi groaned and writhed as the twin shafts split her aching cunt and asshole. She loved the burning pain that coursed through her body, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. But she cursed Carl Fisher at the same time for not bringing the sexy young wife down quickly enough.
Suddenly Ralph knew that he would be spilling his hot seed up inside the sex-crazed girl's cunt in a moment, and he began to fuck furiously, listening to tier moans and shrieks of rapture. Suddenly she began to twist about on the desk out of control.
"I'm coming ... oh Jesus, shove it to me, baby," she wailed. "Give me every fucking inch of that goddamned thing! Split me in two, lover, fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" Her eyes were glazed with ecstasy and her head was rolling from side to side as the door suddenly opened and a screaming, kicking Virginia Carlson was roughly shoved into the room by the surly Carl Fisher.
The naked blonde took in the obscene scene, then shrieked in horror as she realized that it was her husband straddling the dark-haired Barbi who lay atop the desk. "Ralph!" she screeched. "What are you doing here?" She started to run toward the frantically pumping couple, but Carl Fisher grabbed her around her naked waist and held her still, his own eyes erotically taking in the pornographic tableau, his dick hardening uncontrollably as he saw Ralph Carlson's gigantic cock splitting Barbi's naked cunt apart while the man's finger furiously pounded in and out of her hairless nether opening.
"Here it comes, bitch ... here it comes!" Ralph suddenly cried out, grunting loudly as the first hot streams of his scalding come exploded inside Barbi's churning cunt. He ignored his wife's strangled cries of distress, concentrating instead on the floods of sticky come that were bombarding the dark-haired girl's velvety cuntal trench.
Finally, when it was over, when all the juices had been drained from their bodies, Ralph moaned and pulled his 'still-hard cock out of Barbi's quivering pussy. He turned to his struggling, crying wife and began to laugh mirthlessly, lewdly, cruelly.
"What's the matter, bitch," he asked sarcastically, "you suddenly jealousy, or something? Or did that moron interrupt the blow-job you were giving Dr. Morgan?"
"How did you know that?" she asked in a whisper, her face burning with shame and humiliation. She wanted to die, to have the floor open up under her and swallow her up. The smug, accusing look on her husband's handsome face was worse than anything she had ever had to bear. He had seen her horrible degradation! Shit! what am I going to do? she moaned silently.
"You thought you were making a real fool of me, didn't you, bitch? Ralph screamed at his helpless wife. "Giving me all that shit about working nights when you were right here screwing and sucking cock! Well, cunt, I've got news for you! You're not the only one who can get a little fucking on the side! Me and Linda have been having a pretty good time ourselves. Did you know what a terrific blow-job your friend can give? Or how much she likes to have her asshole reamed out?"
The cruel words were like heavy blows across her face, and Virginia blanched and felt like collapsing under the withering verbal assault. But Ralph didn't stop.
"And how about this cunt here?" he asked sarcastically, pointing to the naked girl on the desk. "She didn't think I was such a rotten fuck, did you, baby?" Barbi shook her head, smiling smugly as she ran her slender fingers down into the gooey cuntal trench between her legs. "You sure as hell aren't, lover," she said with a satisfied smile. "You can screw me anytime you want, baby!"
"STOP IT! STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!" Virginia screamed angrily, still fighting against Carl Fisher's strong hand around her waist. "I hate you ... goddamn you, Ralph, I hate you!"
Her words didn't disturb her husband. Instead of reacting, he walked closer to her and ordered Carl Fisher to let her go. The ex-convict looked over at Barbi for permission, then relaxed his brutal grip.
Virginia fell to the floor in a moaning, sobbing, cursing heap. In a moment her husband was beside her, kneeling, grabbing at her naked body and pulling her up into a all-fours position.
"You like sex so fucking much, baby, I'll give you a little!" Ralph snarled, slamming one open hand down against her shuddering buttocks and leaving a deep red welt on her white flesh. She cried out, gasping from the pain, begging him to leave her alone.
"Oh, no, bitch," Ralph shrieked down at her. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget! I'm going to plug that goddamned asshole of yours with my cock in front of your friends here ... then I'm going to take you home! And if you ever even think about screwing some other guy again ... if you even fantasize about sucking some other dude's prick, I'll kill you, you understand, I'LL KILL YOU!"
"NO! OH PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOO!" the horrified young wife screamed, trying desperately to get away, kicking and squealing as Ralph's powerful hands held her tightly by the struggling hips. "Please, I beg of you, don't do this to me!"
"Shut your fucking mouth, cunt!" Ralph ordered, his mind reeling with the need for vengeance upon his defenseless wife. She had wronged him, taken another man's prick into her warm mouth and sucked out the heady juices. Well, she was going to pay ... pay dearly! Suddenly he turned and looked up at the hulking Carl. "You want your prick sucked, man?" he asked the startled man. "Go on, get around in front of her and hold her down! You want a blow-job? That's fine with me!"
Before she even had time to think about the horror they were about to commit against her vulnerable, naked body, Virginia felt Carl Fisher coming down in front of her, his hands already pulling his monstrous prick out of his greasy trousers. He didn't waste any time, grasping her neck with one hand and forcing her mouth open while, with the other meaty paw, he grabbed his cock-shaft and directed it toward her waiting mouth.
As her lips parted helplessly, he lunged forward, burying his gigantic cock far up in the warm depths of her mouth and throat, filling her mouth to overflowing, causing her to gag and cough for air.
Then the lewd hips began a slow fucking movement, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound. Behind the ravaged woman, Ralph watched with mounting rage, then slid his hands down into the crevice between his wife's churning buttocks and pulled her asscheeks apart. His eyes glistened with lust as he saw her puckered, hairless asshole cringing under his withering stare. It was an exciting sight, and he thrust forward, slamming his cockhead against the puckered opening, feeling his wife desperately pull forward in a vain attempt to get out of the way of the monstrous rod of male meat.
"Suck it for him, bitch!" Ralph commanded, watching Carl's prick slamming in and out of his wife's mouth. "Go on, show him what a beautiful blow-job you can give!" Carl groaned above her flailing, defenseless head, ramming deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his cruel hands. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and his scalding come spewed into her mouth with a vengeance, the hot jets of creamy male semen flowing deep into her throat. She groaned, out of her mind with shame and humiliation now, degraded beyond belief by the man stuffing his cock into her mouth and by her brutal husband behind her.
She groaned as she continued sucking uncontrollably, swallowing the gushing liquidly hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jerking organ, swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck him dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter degradation he was forcing upon her. His groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for moans of pain, incited her to greater effort. Without thinking, almost subconsciously, she sucked and sucked. At last, when she thought she couldn't take another moment of the brutal torture, his hands fell away and his giant cock gave one last powerful spurt of semen, then slipped out of her ravaged mouth.
"Now hold her for me!" Ralph suddenly commanded. The sheer horror of what she had just undergone was as nothing compared to the brutality to follow. Virginia gave a long, low scream and almost fainted when she felt her husband's massive cock pressing against the tightness of her virginal asshole. His knees pushed her legs apart, the wiry hair on his thighs brushing hard against the insides of her own. She was wide and helpless now, completely at their mercy, her mouth still oozing disgusting strings of Carl's sticky semen as her husband prepared to assault her virginal asshole.
His hands clasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moistly naked split of her behind. She gasped from the first contact, her screams of protest lost in the noises of Ralph's obscene grunts and the lewd encouragement Carl and Barbi were giving the lust-driven man.
Knowing that she could never take her husband's gigantic rod in her tight asshole without ripping her apart, she jerked forward again in a vain attempt to free herself. But Carl's meaty hands came down on her shoulders and held her cruelly in place.
"Hold her! Hold the dirty little cunt!" Barbi screamed, her face a mask of sadistic delight at the torture being inflicted upon Virginia Carlson. She knew now that the luscious blonde would never be seen at the Institute again, and that she would have a clear field with Phil Morgan.
Suddenly Virginia felt a probing at her hairless asshole. It grew into a hard, unresisting agony as she pleaded in a soul-shattering screech for mercy. Then she felt the tight, resisting ring of her anal sphincter give way, allowing the huge tip of Ralph's cock to open her wide and pop inside.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" she shrieked. But there was no one to help her. All that existed was the excruciating pain in her anus. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every fibre of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside of her widely-stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. Filling her backside relentlessly as though she were being impaled on a burning stake. She screamed in submission when she felt the wiry hair of his pubic mound grind heavily into the softness of her buttocks, and she knew that his cruel thickness was buried to the hilt in her asshole.
She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the rockhard cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit. She wanted to die from the horrible pain, but she knew that her torment was just beginning.
Ralph, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with obscene pleasure, began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her asshole, bringing further screams and squeals of agony to his wife's tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life. And she had brought it all on herself by coming to this perverted place and letting Dr. Morgan seduce her. She hated the doctor with every ounce of her being.
Behind her, Ralph watched his thick cock sinking into his wife's asshole with long, smooth, punishing strokes. His prick pulled the pink, clasping flesh of her anal ring out with each retreating stroke, then drove it in again as he slammed forward.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs periodically convulsed as an extra-hard thrust seared into her tortured bottom. She could hear Ralph's grunts of pleasure, could hear Barbi and Carl Fisher urging him on, pleading with him to give her more punishment. And she hated him at that moment. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her. In spite of her horrible pain, she clasped her anal muscles tight, trying to rip the thick organ from his loins.
She knew she couldn't stand for the indecent sodomizing of her ass to continue much longer, even though the pain was lessening somewhat. The humiliation was too great. Kneeling in abject submission before her sodomizing husband, feeling the lust-filled eyes of Barbi and Carl Fisher devouring her naked, tortured flesh, it was just too much. She had to end it, had to get it over quickly before she went mad. She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny, rotating circles, clasping his prick tightly with the tightening anal muscles.
Please, get it over with! she thought silently. Ralph grunted again and thrust as hard as he could. His kneeling wife was his to do as he pleased with, a slave to his every perverted command. She had sinned and she had to pay! But this was only the beginning. It would be many months before his lust for revenge was satiated. She would suck his cock, spread her quivering pussy for him at his command, let him use her asshole at will. And, strangely, she seemed to be responding now to his brutal rape of her asshole! He could feel her slamming her buttocks back against his loins, could sense the change in her from pain to pleasure!
Her face rolled from side to side as she bucked and churned her body beneath him. Feeling he was near his climax, she grunted and groaned with him, encouraging him, pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her body with the hot seed of his swollen testicles.
"She loves it!" Barbi suddenly cried out. "Look at the slut! She fucking loves it!" His face burning now, Ralph began to ram his thick cock into her puckered asshole hard and deep, battering her quivering pelvis, gripping her hips and forcing them back over his lust-bloated cock. His eyes bulged out at the lurid spectacle of his own prick slamming into his wife's virginal, forever-stretched asshole, and the sadistic desire to hurt her rippled through him as he rammed forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like fire.
"EEEEEEEKKKKKKK!" she squealed, her agony growing in proportion to the way his giant, tormenting shaft was expanding inside her bottom. She thought it would never stop. It was killing her, stretching the muscles of her asshole beyond all human endurance.
"Get it over with!" she pleaded. "Come! Come! Do it!" But a powerful masochistic demon was being unleashed within her tortured body. She deserved this brutal treatment, a voice in her battered mind told her. She had brought it all on herself by her sexual inhibitions and stupid frigidity. All Ralph had wanted was an eager lover for a wife and she had failed him. Now it was her turn to suffer as she had made him suffer!
Suddenly all of the pain was washing away like the ebbing tide, leaving her groaning and filled with a deep-seated need to give her husband pleasure instead of pain. Her cunt was churning as she slipped one hand down between her creamy thighs and began to beat a lewd tattoo on her swollen, blood-engorged clitoris. The sensations that rippled through her whole body were overwhelmingly rapturous, and she felt herself slamming back against her husband's invading cock again-but this time eagerly, frantically, hungrily!
Fuck me! her mind screamed silently. Harder! Harder! As if reading her mind, Ralph suddenly increased the savage tempo, fucking her wildly, without mercy, feeling her body responding lovingly and not without a passion of her own.
He gasped her hips and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore though the walls of her quivering belly and into her cunt. He shrieked, then shuddered as his thick, hot come exploded in powerful waves of liquid pleasure.
Virginia knelt in front of him, one hand pumping away at her gaping cuntal wound, her buttocks high in the air, her asshole pressing tightly back against the impaling thickness of his wonderful cock. She could feel his soothing semen pouring into her, and she shivered with masochistic delight as he suddenly deposited the last of his warm, sticky wetness in her rectum and then collapsed onto her back.
It was almost too soon for her. Her own climax had been nearing heatedly, but she wasn't there just yet. Oh let him fuck me more ... more ... MORE! she screamed silently.
But it was too late. Ralph had fucked and been sucked by three beautiful women in the space of only a few hours. He was too exhausted for any more of the wild sex. He groaned and rolled off her heaving back.
"Okay, bitch," he snarled angrily, getting to his feet and looking for his clothing. "It's time to go home!" She looked up at him with tear-stained eyes full of wonder and love. He had shown her that he was master of her body and soul-had brutalized and degraded her-had forced her into the most shameful and humiliating act possible! But there was no hatred in her soul for him now-only love and respect and desire!
The lust she had felt for Dr. Morgan and Al Meadows was forgotten, as was her hatred of Linda and Barbi. The two women had responded to her handsome, powerful husband in the only way they knew how. She felt no jealousy, nor would she ever feel any if he wanted to fuck every woman in the whole world. It was his due!
All she wanted to do was to serve him-with her mind and body. But especially with her luscious young body. Her mouth, her cunt, her asshole, her breasts-every inch of her soft flesh was his to do with as he pleased!
"I said get up and get dressed, bitch!" Ralph snarled down at his shivering wife.
