"All right, he's leaving the Gordons' now; I'd better get upstairs."
"Elliot, please," she said, catching her husband by the elbow as he turned away from the window. He had been standing there, as he had so many other afternoons in the past weeks, watching the paperboy make his neighborhood deliveries. "He's so young. Why pick on him? He's just a kid."
Elliot's eyes darkened and he pushed her hand from his arm. "Yeah? Well take another look. At his crotch, for starters. No kid's got a basket on him like that." He pushed her against the window-pane and drew back the curtain, forcing her to look at the boy coming up the sidewalk to their house.
To the woman, he still looked impossibly young. A mop of curly blond hair hanging halfway over his eyes, rosy-red cheeks, and a broad grin as he whistled and tossed his rolled-up newspapers right and left. A wholesome looking boy; the kind high school girls develop their first big crushes over. Sixteen, she would have guessed. Certainly no more than seventeen. And yet, as he drew closer, she began to see what Elliot meant. There was definitely an aura of masculinity about him that belied the dimple-cheeked innocence, and it wasn't entirely caused by the quite considerable lump bulging inside his tight jeans. It was more in the way the boy carried himself. The strut of his walk, the cocksure manner in which he tossed those bundles of newspapers, the proud thrust of his chest and straight set of his shoulders. There was definitely a man masquerading inside those child-like features. In spite of herself, Inez began to feel some of the same excitement her husband was generating.
"See? You still think he's a kid?"
She pushed the curtain back in place. "I-I guess not," she stammered, "but I still don't think we-"
"That's right, baby," Elliot snarled, as he caught her hard by the arm and pulled her up against him, "don't think. Just do. Understand?"
"Elliot! You're hurting me!"
"Understand?"
Her arm felt as though it would snap if he pulled it any harder. "Yes! I understand!"
"You'd better," he warned. "I want that kid upstairs with you in ten minutes, Inez. So you'd better understand good!" He gave her arm one final pull to emphasize his threat, then released her. "Open up the robe more," he said. "Give him an eyeful of tit right from the start."
She parted the folds of her bathrobe another inch or so, exposing the wide cleft between her firm and heavy breasts.
"More!" Elliot snarled. He seized her bathrobe and jerked it open so wide that her left breast completely slipped through the opening. He smiled and caught it in his hand, pinched the bright pink nipple with his thumb and forefinger, then tucked it back inside. "There," he said, pleased with himself and the way his wife looked, "now go get him." He gave her a push to start her toward the front door, then bolted through the living room and up the stairs.
As she opened the door, Inez couldn't help drawing the robe closed again. Elliot wouldn't know and she could see no sense in making a harlot of herself in front of the whole neighborhood. The newspaper was already on the front walk and the boy was almost to the next house. Panic hit her at the thought of what would happen if she let him slip away. Elliot had spent so much time planning for this afternoon.
"Boy!" she yelled, as she ran onto the front porch and halfway down the steps. "Paperboy!"
He stopped, turned, and grinned at her. "Ma'am? Your paper's right down there. On the walk." He started to turn away again.
"Come here a minute, please!" Inez called. She motioned to him with her hand. "Come here. I-uh-want to talk to you a minute."
He stood there scratching his head for what seemed an eternity, then shrugged and started back up the walk. He put one foot on the last step leading to the porch, balanced his weight and asked, "Ma'am?"
"Oh, yes!" Inez thought. She could see it now, beyond a doubt. This was no helpless child whose innocence she would be despoiling. So casually that another woman might not even have noticed it at all, he was taking a full inventory on the display of tit she was showing. He apparently liked what he saw. She could see his eyes darting up and down the open robe, his lips moving ever so slightly as though he was picturing in his mind what it would be like to feast his mouth on her.
"I-uh-wanted to talk to you about this month's paper bill," she said. "Why don't you come in and I'll pay you?"
She started toward the front door, but the boy stayed right where he was. "I collect next month, ma'am."
"Well, you see my husband and I are planning a trip and we might not be here to pay you. I'd like to settle it now, so you'll be sure to get your money." She held open the screen door and motioned for him to follow her inside the house, but still he held his ground.
"That's all right, ma'am," he said, with just the hint of a grin. "Your credit's good. You can pay me when you get back."
Inez stared hard at the boy, at that cocky grin, the measuring look in his eyes. What's he trying to do? zhe thought, tease mel See how far he can push me before he makes me lay my cards on the tcble? No, she told herself, that was ridiculous. He might be bright, but not that bright. Not at sixteen, That kind of wisdom would take a few more years to develop-the way it had with her.
"I would like to settle now," she said firmly. "If you don't mind."
The boy looked from her to the open door then back to Inez. His grin widened. "Okay," he shrugged and started up the steps. "Whatever you want, lady, is okay with me."
As he passed her in the doorway, the boy's hip brushed against Inez's leg for just a second. A moment's contact of worn denim on bare flesh. Yet it was enough to make her clutch her robe a little tighter with anxiety and, she had to admit it, excitement.
"Sit down," she told him. "My purse is in the other room. Figure out what I owe you and I'll get the money."
The boy took a tally book from his hip pocket and began to calculate out loud. "Well, let's see. You get the regular Standard on week nights, and two papers on Sunday, so that comes to about-"
"What's your name?" Inez asked, sitting beside him on the couch. She leaned slightly forward, knowing that her robe would part wider and he could get a full view of the breasts inside just by turning his head.
"Bobby."
"Hmmmmmm," she smiled, "that's a nice name."
"Pretty common name, if you ask me."
"Yes, but it's the person who makes a name special."
"Yeah, guess so," the boy muttered. He was busily working out the paper rate in his notebook, not even noticing how close Inez was edging toward him or how wholly revealed her breasts were now. The nipples on both were barely covered by the folds of robe. Just the flick of his finger in either direction would have brought them right out.
"I used to know a boy named Bobby, when I was in high school. He was quite a ladies' man!" She laughed softly and touched his knee with the tips of her fingers. "I'll bet you are, too."
The boy looked up from his notebook and turned to her. She almost laughed as his eyes popped wide in surprise from the sight of all that nakedness. He swallowed hard and looked back at his notebook.
"Well? Are you?"
"Am I what, ma'am?" He drew his legs closer together as Inez's fingers began to tickle ever so slightly on his kneecap.
"A ladies' man." She squeezed his knee and pressed herself closer. "I'll bet you are. A good-looking boy like you must make out like a bandit with those girls. Do you play any sports?"
"Baseball," he said thickly. "I'm-uh-captain of the-uh-team."
"What's the matter, Bobby?" Inez murmured. She slid her fingers higher on his leg, halfway to his crotch. "Am I embarrassing you?"
"I-uh-ma'am, I-uh-"
"Hasn't a girl ever run her fingers up and down your leg before, sugar?"
Bobby nodded his head quickly.
"Well then? What's all the fuss about?" She inched her fingers higher, but his legs were pressed together so tightly she couldn't get her hand into his crotch.
The boy was really flustered now. His cheeks were pulsing bright red and Inez could see little beads of sweat on his upper lip. He kept shifting his eyes toward her, taking in all that was staring him so boldly in the face, then looking nervously away from it.
"What's wrong, Bobby?" she persisted. "A big boy like you shouldn't be scared if a woman touches his leg."
"I'm not scared!" he blurted, then seemed instantly sorry that he had. "I mean-uh-I'm-"
"Well, if you're not scared, then why don't you relax and enjoy yourself, honey?" Inez took the notebook from him and tossed it onto the coffee table, then pressed against his chest to make him lean back into the couch. He resisted and pulled away.
"I better get going," he said. He struggled to his feet and was about to bolt to the door.
"Bobby!" She stopped him cold in his tracks. "Turn around." Inez stood up from the couch and loosened her robe all the way down the front, then slipped it effortlessly off her shoulders.
Bobby turned and froze like a statue. For a moment she thought he was actually going to faint.
"Do you like what you see?" She slid her hands slowly up her naked hips, across her belly, cupped her breasts in her palms and held them up for him. "They're big, aren't they? I'll bet they're bigger than any of those high school girls' you've fooled around with."
The boy seemed absolutely transfixed by her nakedness. As though the sight of Inez's totally naked body had cast a spell upon him and he was powerless to break it. His eyes just stared straight ahead, devouring her and the lush beauty of her body.
"It's all yours, Bobby," she said, taking a step toward him. "These...." She softly fondled the tips of her breasts, juggling them back and forth so they rolled for him. Then, letting them fall, she slid her hands slowly back down the length of her body. To her hips. Then in, rubbing in slow circles around her thighs until they framed the wiry brown bush of her cunt. "This, too," she said softly. She spread her legs and moved her fingers in closer, touching the cleft from both sides and then opening it just slightly, so he could see all of the juiciness inside. "Come on," she said, moving toward him as she rolled her hips sensuously from side to side. "Don't be afraid. It won't bite you."
He tried to back up, but his feet wouldn't move. He almost lost his balance, then seemed to spring as taut as a steel wire.
"You-you want me!" he gulped.
"Oh, do I ever!"
"B-but why?"
"Because you're a gorgeous young stud," she said. "And," reaching out for him before he knew what she was going to do, "because I'll bet you've got a beautiful big cock in there!"
"Jesus!" he screamed. He tried to pull back, to get her hand off his bulging cock, but Inez held firmly onto it, feeling it harden against her fingers.
With her other arm she pulled him tight against her body. Her bare tits pushed into the sweaty warmth of his T-shirt. Her thighs pressed his, grinding against the rigid penis. She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him hard on the lips. He struggled for a moment, then clumsily flung both his arms around her naked shoulders and began to kiss her back.
As Inez had suspected, most of the boy's past experience had either been all in his mind or with chicks who knew as little about lovemaking as he, because his kiss was clumsy and inept. The instant her lips parted, his tongue was inside her mouth, shoving around like an eel in a strange tank. Inez guessed he must have thought French kissing meant seeing how deep you could shove your tongue into the other person's mouth. She nearly gagged on his. She pulled back, closed her lips slightly, then began to take command of the situation.
She allowed his tongue to get halfway inside her mouth, then stroked it with her own. She nibbled on it, licked it and pushed it gently back and forth between their mouths, until Bobby was moaning and sobbing in his throat and squeezing her so tightly she thought he would snap her spine.
She pushed him backwards and gave his cock one final squeeze before taking his hand and starting toward the steps. "Let's go up to my bedroom, where we can get really comfortable."
The boy held back.
"What's the matter, hot stuff?"
"W-what about your husband?"
Inez laughed and squeezed his hand tighter. "Don't worry about him," she said reassuringly. " ... Yet," she thought.
Bobby seemed torn between his desires for the good time the woman was promising, and his fear of being caught at it by her husband. Inez waited patiently the few minutes it took him to make up his mind.
"All right!" he burst at her. "Let's go, but we gotta make it quick or the other customers on my route will start wondering where I am."
They hurried up the stairs together and down the hall to the bedroom. Inez shut the door behind them and looked at her captive stud, who was starting to peel out of his clothes.
"No! Wait a minute, honey!" she told him. He had his T-shirt half off before she could lead him to the bed and sit him down on its end, facing the large mirror on the opposite wall. Right where Elliot wanted him to be. "Let me, sugar," she cooed. "It's more fun if you let the woman undress you. For her, too."
Bobby grinned nervously as she took his T-shirt in her hands and pulled it off his shoulders and over his head. His torso was flawless. Sleekly smooth and rippled with hard young muscle, like a champion swimmer. She knelt in front of him, between his legs, and put her hands on him.
"Such smooth skin you have," she murmured, rubbing the flat of her palms up and down the boy's body. "I like a man who isn't all covered with hair." She bent forward and put two wet kisses on each of the boy's nipples, then moved her mouth further down onto his belly and began to tongue his deep navel. From the tension in his legs and the way he suddenly seemed to stop breathing, she could tell he liked that. She wondered if anyone had ever sucked him before, or if she would be the first to milk that gloriously erect piece of flesh.
Her hands slipped to the button on his pants and opened it, then slowly drew down his zipper until his fly was completely parted. Inside she could see white cotton, with the shadow of dark pubic hair inside. She slid her hand into his fly and rubbed her fingers around until she found the lump she'd been looking for. She pressed against it, felt it throb back in response.
"Sit up a little," she murmured. He lifted his buttocks from the bed and Inez gripped both jeans and underpants and tugged both at the same time. They slid easily down the boy's hips and thighs, so that when he sat back down he was bare-assed. She had left the front of his clothes virtually intact with just the hint of his crotch hair peeking over the white elastic top of his shorts. She wanted to unveil him slowly. Take her time in seeing just how much of a man this handsome young stud was.
She could feel her breasts tingling, the nipples starting to harden into taut points, as she gripped the front of his pants and inched them down. She was close enough to him to smell the heady aroma of his maleness, could see each curly strand of pale brown pubic hair as his underpants came down further and further. Each inch was an agony to her, but one she relished almost as much as the pleasure she would have when the boy's cock was completely exposed.
Resistance caught the cloth and she had to reach inside to loosen his prick from the folds of the underpants. Holding it between her fingers, feeling its strength and hardness, its heat and the way its thick veins were pulsing against her flesh, she suddenly abandoned her silly game and tugged his pants all the way down. She couldn't restrain a sigh.
Bobby's cock was beautiful! Still a boy's prick, of course, and not as fat or darkly colored as it would become as he grew older, but a glorious cock all the same. In length it was a little longer than the entire surface of Inez's palm with fingers extended and slightly less thick than the circle made by a clenched fist. He was circumsized, so that the glistening red tip of his cock stood up full and proud, blossomed like a radiant flower. His balls were unexpectedly large, hanging down between his legs almost to the mattress and covered with the same luxurious growth of brown hair that sprouted around the rigid base of his cock.
"It's beautiful!" she sighed, looking up into his eyes. She saw pride and pleasure in them for a single moment, then he looked away from her gaze in embarrassment. She wondered then whether it was just the strangeness of the situation or whether no one had ever fondled his cock before and told him how truly wonderful it was.
Inez rubbed it in her hand, caressing it from every angle. She held it up stiff and strong, pointed straight at her face, then dipped her other hand between his legs and began to stroke his balls.
Suddenly he gasped and Inez looked up just in time to see the boy's cock erupt! The bulbous, bright red tip seemed to mushroom even larger as spray after spray of his creamy juice squirted out of it. Groaning with dismay, Inez shoved her face into his crotch, struggling desperately to get the tip of the bursting cock into her mouth. Bobby's cream splattered her cheeks, her chin. She had his cock between her lips, taking the last few squirts into her mouth and down her throat. The boy moaned and sobbed with joyful release as he spent himself, his hands digging hard into her shoulders.
"Well!" she laughed weakly, when at last he had stopped coming and his cock was beginning to go soft between her lips. "What was all that about?"
"Hell, I'm sorry," Bobby sputtered, looking suddenly guilty and ashamed of what he had done. "It just happened! I couldn't hold it back or anything! It just-happened!" He started to get up from the bed. "I'm sorry. Maybe next time-"
"What do you mean, next time?" Inez said, pushing him right back in place. "We came up here to do something-and it wasn't this! So you just sit right where you are."
"But I-" He nodded meekly at his deflated cock.
"Don't worry about that, sugar. I'll have that fixed before you know what hit you."
She let go of his cock and squatted flat on her knees in front of him, resting the weight of her ass and upper torso on her heels. Then she leaned her head between his thighs and began to lap at the dribbled spots of juice he had shot all over himself.
"Hey!" he laughed. He tried to push her face away, to keep her from licking his thighs and legs with her tongue. "What're you trying to do?"
"Shut up for a minute and you'll see!" Inez snapped. She took his hands off her and went back to work. His cream was still warm as she gathered it up with the tip of her tongue and lapped it into her mouth.
Around and around his pubic zone she tickled with her tongue. She burrowed deep in the muff of thick hair near his cock, gathering up each pearl of cream. Down into his balls, too, covering them with her saliva as she lapped them for several minutes, then sucking them and washing them clean. By the time she was through, Bobby's cock was beginning to squirm and get hard again.
She gripped it at the base and tried to make it stand up straight. It was still too soft and flopped back against the nest of hair. She went after it with her tongue. Licking all around the head, lapping from every direction, she made his cock get hard. She could feel it growing against her chin, pressing up stiffly and starting to flop back and forth under the constant prodding of her tongue.
She tortured him this way until his cock lifted high enough from his belly for her to capture it easily with her mouth. Her lips slipped over the bulbous head and began to suck down. Low, low, low on his prick she went, until she had every inch of it firmly imbedded in her mouth.
She could hear him moaning with delight as her tongue began to work on him. He was new to the sensation of a tongue running up and down his cock. To the way Inez would curl it around the thick shaft and work on it, up and down in hard strokes that made his prick get stiffer by the second.
While she blew him, she began to run her fingers up and down his thighs, playing with his balls and fingering far between his legs for the crack of his ass. She found the little rosebud after a few exploratory thrusts and wriggled her finger against it. She scratched it with her nail and tried to insert her finger, but Bobby clenched his sphincter muscles shut and pulled her hand away.
"Just suck it," he moaned. "Don't do anything else! Just blow me like you're doing! That feels groovy enough!"
Inez went back to his cock with full concentration. She tightened her lips around his knob, with most of the shaft out of her mouth, and began to wash it with spit. Back and forth, from cheek to cheek, the warm drool from her mouth slid over him, until she could feel the head of his prick throbbing between her lips like a wild animal's heartbeat. She slowly took the rest of him back inside, sucking deep and licking all the way down as she buried her nose once more in the pile of wiry pubes.
"Jesus!" Bobby moaned over and over. "Jesus! Does that feel great! Oh, man! I could feel you do that all night!"
His hands pressed the top of her head and he began to buck with his hips. She had all of it between her lips, and she was doing a job on him that he wouldn't forget for the rest of his life.
She could feel his cock swelling more and more each time she sucked her lips on it, and she knew by the tension in his legs that he was getting ready to come again.
It was a temptation not to let him come in her mouth. She would have drunk all that hot young juice gladly, swallowed every pearl of it and pumped him for more, but she also wanted to feel him going off inside her. Reluctantly, she waited until she knew she could wait no longer and still be sure he wouldn't repeat his first performance.
"Hey!" he moaned, clutching her hair and trying to push his glistening hard cock back into her mouth. "I didn't come off yet! Keep sucking! I'm so close-"
"Not that way," Inez said. She got off her knees and onto the bed beside him. She stretched out flat on her back and spread her legs wide, then grabbed his shoulders and pulled him on top of her. "Stick it in me!" she hissed. "Put that big cock of yours inside me, Bobby, and fuck me until we both come!"
He scrambled to get into place. Gripping his cock in his fist, he aimed it between her legs and lunged. As Inez would have bet, he missed her hole by several inches. He tried again, huffing and puffing and getting more frustrated each time.
"Here," she moaned. She reached down for his cock and captured it in her fist. "Get up a minute," she instructed, "and slip down a little bit. You're too high. Yes! Right there!"
She felt the wet tip of the boy's cock brushing right against the open slit of her hole. She pulled it closer and the lips of her cunt began to open for it. Parting slowly, spreading like flower petals, they slipped around the thick knob of Bobby's cock and began to work it inside. She waited until she felt all of his cockhead go between her lips, then freed her hand and hugged him down on top of herself.
"Oh!" he howled. "Oh my God! Oh! Oh!"
Inez was moaning, too. Bobby had lunged straight into her in one thrust. Buried all of that hard cock without even a second's pause for her to get used to the thickness of it. He started to pump right away, but she held him back. He felt good inside her, but she had to work her cunt around him for a few seconds to adjust herself to his being there. As she relaxed and her emit began to loosen, she felt sweet pleasure flood through her body. Bobby felt damn good in there! He was just big enough to give her a full amount of pleasure, but not overly large so that it hurt when he rammed himself all the way home.
"Okay, honey," Inez moaned. "Now let's ride!"
CHAPTER TWO
The boy was new at fucking. That much was obvious to Inez from the start. As soon as she loosened her hold on him, he began to ram and jab his cock into her with such uncoordinated frenzy that not only was there no pleasure in it for her, but he came dangerously close to slipping completely out of her. His eyes were clenched tightly shut, his hands digging into her shoulders as he pumped breathlessly up and down. To Inez, catching their reflection in the large mirror opposite the bed, it resembled the frantic screwing of a dog in heat, the boy's ass jerking so fast it was only a blur in her vision.
She wanted it to be better than that, not only for herself, but for Bobby as well. His first real fuck should be something memorable, she thought, especially since he would soon be paying heavily enough for it.
"Wait a minute, tiger!" she panted, pushing up against Bobby's chest to make him stop ramming into her. "Hold on just a minute, huh?"
The boy's eyes blinked open and he stared down at her in confusion and embarrassment, as though he knew how ineptly he was performing but hadn't the knowledge of experience to do any better. "What's the matter? You come off already?"
Inez bit her hp to keep from laughing and shook her head on the pillow. "No, honey, and I doubt if I'm going to if you don't slow down a little."
"Huh?"
She knew she had to put it delicately. A young boy's feelings in matters of sex were the most sensitive, because the most vulnerable, in the world. Handled wrongly, the boy would be out of bed and gone in shame before she'd finished mocking him.
"Well-uh-" she floundered for a moment, "you were doing fine, honey, but I-uh-think you should slow it down a little. Know what I mean?"
"No."
"That's what I was afraid of," Inez muttered under her breath. To Bobby, she explained, "Look, let me put it this way. When a woman gets screwed, she likes to feel a guy inside her. I mean, she really likes to feel him. Work around him, get the details of his prick in her. It's best for her that way."
"Oh." Bobby was beginning to get the drift of things. She could feel his rock-hard cock beginning to go limp in her as embarrassment replaced desire in his mind. To reassure him, she clamped her legs together tightly, trapping him between the juicy lips of her cunt and applying a deep suction from within, pulling him back up into her and holding him firmly until she felt the boy's prick start to throb once again.
"See?" she murmured. "Like that. I can feel you good now and I like what I feel. You've got a nice big cock, Bobby. The kind every woman wants fucking her."
"I do?" he asked hesitantly.
"Of course you do!" Inez laughed huskily. "You've just got to learn how to use it right."
Bobby thought about that for a moment, then asked, "W-will you show me?" His pride had been swallowed whole, his confession blurted out in favor of the knowledge Inez promised. The knowledge of experience, which would make him a man, so that the next time he did it, no woman would have to tell him how. In every man's life there is this moment between awkwardness and knowledge which makes him remember the woman who gave it to him with both love and hatred for the rest of his life.
"Sure," she promised. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?"
Inez felt a great tenderness for the boy flood through her, as well as a sense of the awesome responsibility she had taken upon herself. She had the power to make him a man or destroy him, to show him like a child or to let him learn for himself so it would be remembered and improved upon in the future. In this respect, she understood how a woman could find satisfaction in being a prostitute, taking sweaty-palmed boys into her room night after night and seeing them leave as confident, self-assured men. Bobby was waiting, his eyes burning with an anxiety to please her, to do it right this time, as though his own gratification had suddenly become secondary.
"To start with," she told him, "don't stick it in so fast. Much as a woman wants a cock in her, it hurts for a minute until she gets used to it being in there, so go easy. You don't have to hurt a woman to make her respond to you. Just kind of push the head in and hold still for a minute, maybe even tease her until she begs for the rest of it, then slip it in nice and slow. You'll know how she's liking it by the way her cunt's taking it. If you feel like you've got to force it in, wait a minute till she loosens up, then give it to her."
"I'm sorry," Bobby muttered. "I didn't-"
"It's all right, honey," Inez said, kissing the side of his face and running her hand through his curly blond hair, "you'll know the next time." She loosened the muscles in her cunt and felt Bobby's cock swell inside her, as full and hard as she could ever want it.
"Let's do it again," she whispered. "Let me move first, so you'll get the rhythm. Then you take over, okay?"
Bobby nodded his head, then let out a low, satisfied moan as he felt Inez's cunt beginning to work on his prick. By squeezing her inner muscles as she drove her hips up at him and then relaxing them as she sank back onto the mattress, she was able to establish immediately what she meant.
"See, honey?" she murmured. "Nice and slow like that. Up and down, nice and easy. Up and down. Up and down."
"Yes!" the boy panted. "God! I never felt anything like this in my life!" inspired by the soft caresses of Inez's warmth on his prick, Bobby began to pull himself back and drive down into her as her hips rose to meet him.
"That's it!" Inez moaned. "Honey, that's just the way to do it! Oh, Bobby! Bobby! Give it to me! Give me that cock again!"
He pumped down once more, his stroke stronger and more determined this time, feeling the wetness inside her clamping all over his prick as he dug deeply with it, making Inez groan and sob for even more. The cheeks of his ass clenched and unclenched as he worked on top of her, feeding it to her with faster and faster strokes.
"Yes!" Inez screamed. "Now you can give it to me fast and hard, baby! Oh, yes! Give it to me like that! Make me feel it! Drive that thing into me! Ohhhhhh!"
Her legs flew up from the mattress, opening her cunt all the way for him to drive down into. Her heels beat wildly on his buttocks as she screamed for him to give it to her harder and faster. Her ankles locked together and she began to pull herself up from the bed, using his body as leverage, meeting his prick as he slammed it into her.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Baby! Baby!" she moaned. "Give it to me! Oh, baby, give me that cock!"
Inez was nearly wild. It had been so long since a robust young boy had fucked her like this she'd almost forgotten how good it could be, how long it could last, how much energy he would have to meet her demands and screw her like a pile driver. Deep, animal growls tore from her throat. Her fingernails clawed up and down the boy's naked back. Her head tossed wildly from side to side on the pillow, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she felt him pushing that thick, hard cock in and out of her.
"I'm going to come!" Bobby suddenly cried. "God, I can't help it! I'm going to come! Oh, God! God!"
"Hold on just another minute!" Inez begged. "Please, baby! Wait for me! Hold it! Please!"
She jerked her cunt up at him again and again and again, rubbing the thick knob of his cock against her clitoris and pleading with him to wait to shoot. She could feel her own climax coming like a fire spreading through her loins. It was building stronger each time his prick rubbed against the swollen knob of her clit. The pain of its approach was almost unbearable. Inez bit her lip until she tasted the salt of her own blood in her mouth.
"I can't hold back any more!" Bobby gasped. "I have to let go! God, I can't stop it! Oh, Christ!" He slammed down into her with such force that her legs fell from his buttocks and back onto the bed. His cock went all the way into her and suddenly she felt it bursting inside her, pumping jets of his hot sperm, soaking her cunt with it.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed, for suddenly she was off, too. It felt like an explosion inside her. The warmth and the sticky wetness of it burst free, coating Bobby's prick, oozing out of her and trickling down her thighs as she came and came with him inside her.
He stopped first, collapsing on top of her, hugging her so tightly her breasts squashed under the weight of his chest. He was panting heavily, his cock still jerking in her and responding to the slippery flow of her juice on him.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "I'll never forget that as long as I live! God!" He half-laughed, half-gasped, kissing her furiously on the side of the neck. Slowly, as though not wanting to force the separation, he pulled out of her. His cock was still covered with their mingled juices, glistening wet, half-hard. He roUed onto his back beside Inez, then sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed his face with his hands. "I really got to go now," he said. "But I'd like to-"
He stopped abruptly, suddenly frozen to the spot just as he'd stood up to get dressed. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed in fear, staring straight ahead at Elliot who leaned casually in the doorway of the bedroom.
"Leaving so soon? I thought the party was just getting good." Elliot stepped into the room and closed the door ominously behind him. The latch snapped shut with the sound of a thunderclap in the deathly stillness.
Inez sat up in bed, drawing the sheet over her thighs as though she were ashamed of the wetness between them and on the mattress below. "Elliot, don't!"
"That was a very good lesson you gave the kid," Elliot grinned. "Now I think he'd better have one from me." His face abruptly hardened, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits as he glowered at Bobby. "Like what he can expect when he starts fucking around with married women!"
The boy turned frantically to Inez for help.
"You told me your husband wasn't going to be home!"
"Let that be another lesson to you, kid," Elliot snarled. "Don't believe a fucking word any woman tells you." He started for the boy. Inez screamed, leaping up to keep her husband from Bobby.
"Don't! Elliot, please! Let him go!"
"Keep out of this!" he growled, pushing her away. She fell backwards onto the bed and Elliot leaped at Bobby, cowering against the wall, his body trembling visibly. "You little son-of-a-bitch! Think you can come in here and bang my wife, huh? Think you can get away with it, huh?"
"Please, Mister!" Bobby begged. "It wasn't my-"
His head flew back, banging into the wall, as Elliot's fist struck him square on the jaw. He saw another punch coming and tried to duck from it, but it caught him beside the ear and sent him sprawling to the floor. Sobbing openly with terror and pain, he cringed into the corner of the room, but Elliot was right after him.
"I ought to kick your nuts off for this!" he snarled, looking down at Bobby's pitifully shrivelled organ. His foot lifted, the toe of it aimed straight at the boy's privates.
"Elliot, no! No!" Inez screamed and leaped at him, trying to pull him backwards, but he turned and slapped her hard on the face, sending her reeling across the room. His foot lifted again, a terrible smile on his face as he looked down at the terrified boy with his knees drawn up so pitifully to defend himself.
"Please! Please, Mister! Please don't! Please!"
Elliot's foot kicked, stopping only inches from Bobby's body. Inez and the boy were screaming together, their cries broadening the evil grin on Elliot's face.
"Scared you, huh? Huh? Scared you?" He laughed and reared his foot back again, swung it forward and stopped, closer this time, but still not touching the boy. He leered like a cat torturing a mouse before the final kill, but his amusement was short-lived. In times of extreme stress, desperation often gives a person unexpected courage. Bobby grabbed for Elliot's foot and twisted it hard, toppling the big man to the floor, then leaped to his feet and ran for the bedroom door.
As Bobby fumbled with the lock, Elliot got up and went for him, catching the boy by the scruff of his neck and whirling him around, then slamming his back into the door panel. His face was almost purple with rage.
"Thought you were going to get away, huh?" he shouted. He swung at the boy, hitting him hard on the jaw, then again and again. Bobby punched blindly for the first few moments of the assault, then gave up fighting and tried in vain to ward off Elliot's blows. Again and again Elliot's huge fists slammed into the boy's defenseless body, until finally the only thing holding Bobby up was the steady rain of punches.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Inez screamed, trying to pull her husband off the boy. "Elliot! You're going to kiU him! Stop it!"
Elliot let his fist slam hard into Bobby's stomach one last time, then stepped back and the boy slumped to the floor. Elliot was breathing like an animal, his nostrils heavily flared, his eyes wide and wild. "You get out of here now!" he shouted to Inez. "Get out, before I start on you, too!"
"Let him go, for God's sake!" she pleaded. "Didn't you give him enough already?"
Elliot's fingers clenched into a tight fist, the knuckles almost white. "Get out of here, Inez, I'm warning you for the last time." He grabbed the doorknob and yanked open the door, then caught his wife by the upper arm and hurled her into the hall. "Get in there fast!" he shouted, jerking his thumb at the open door of the next room. She didn't move. He pushed her again, until she stumbled blindly into the room, then he slammed shut the bedroom door and locked it from the inside. Not so Inez wouldn't see what was about to happen, but to make sure Bobby would not be able to get out until Elliot was ready to let him out.
Actually, Inez had a perfect view into the bedroom. The huge mirror opposite her bed was really a one-way glass which Elliot had built into the wall between the two rooms, so that he could watch everything that went on without ever being observed himself. More than just watch, he had set up a complicated system of movie and still cameras using a high-speed film which required no more than normal lighting, as well as a tape recorder to catch the sounds of the actions he photographed through the glass. He had been watching ever since Inez brought Bobby upstairs, recording it all on film for his private collection, and now it was Inez's turn to put the cameras in motion while Elliot worked on the boy.
She felt a sickness in her stomach, a loathing for her part in all this, a disgust for what she had done to Bobby. But she was powerless not to do precisely what Elliot expected of her. Lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers, she went up to the glass and looked through it into the bedroom. Elliot was hauling Bobby to his feet, forcing the boy back to consciousness. She waited until Elliot turned and nodded his head at the mirror, his signal for her to set the cameras in motion. She flicked the dials and the whirring of film began. She didn't want to watch what was going to happen-wasn't sure she had the stomach for it-but she had to. Elliot insisted that she snap still pictures of what he was going to do, using the camera with the telephoto lens so he could have extreme close-up shots. She sat wearily in a chair in front of the glass and flicked on the tape recorder. Through its amplifier she could hear everything that was said in the bedroom.
"You had enough, kid? You going to cooperate now?"
"Please, Mister. Please let me go. It won't happen again, I swear it."
"You bet your sweet ass it won't happen again! I'm going to make sure it won't happen again by teaching you a lesson you won't forget!"
"Let me go. Please. Please let me go!"
"You liked fucking my wife, huh? You liked having her suck on you, too, didn't you?"
"Mister, it wasn't my idea. Honest. She-"
"I said you liked it, didn't you?"
"Don't hit me again!"
"You liked it?"
"Yes! But she--"
"Well, that's all right. Ha-ha! She's damn good in bed, my Inez. I like it too."
"Mister, I-"
"But you know, it's a funny thing about my wife. Good as she is, she can only handle one man a day."
"I didn't want to-"
"Now since she's already handled you, that means I'm left out in the cold, doesn't it?"
"If I'd known-"
"Doesn't it?"
"Doesn't it what? I don't know what you're trying to-"
"Doesn't it leave me out in the cold if Inez already fucked you and got nothing left over for me?"
"Why are you-"
"Doesn't it?"
"Yes! Please! Don't-"
"Well, that's a damn shame, kid, 'cause I was really looking forward to some hard fucking tonight. I mean, I work hard all day, I got a right to expect some sweet pussy when I get home. Don't I?"
"I-I guess so."
"You guess so?"
"Yes! You do!"
"Damn right I do! But you used up all the pussy, kid. None left for me."
"Mister, let me go and I'll-"
"What am I going to do about that now? Huh? Huh? What do you suggest I do about that?"
"I-I don't know...."
"Well I know! I know damn well what I'm going to do about it! I got to find me a substitute for pussy."
There was a long, dreadful silence in the bedroom, while panic creeped slowly across Bobby's face with the same speed a leer covered Elliot's.
"God, you don't-"
"Where am I going to find me a pussy substitute this time of day, boy? Hmmmmm?"
"Mister, don't! For God's sake-"
"Maybe you, huh? Huh, kid? Maybe that tight little asshole of yours would do just fine?"
"Oh, Jesus! Please-"
"Yeah. Ha-ha-ha-ha! I think it might do just dandy, come to think of it! Only fair, wouldn't you say? My Inez gave it all to you ... now you're gonna give it all to me! You're gonna give me everything she gave you?"
"Oh, please! Please, Mister! I-"
Elliot whipped open his belt and jerked down his fly. He pushed his pants and underpants to his knees with one thrust. His cock sprang free instantly, thick and hard, darker in color than Bobby's, and longer, hairier around the base and balls. The foreskin was already drawn back, exposing the glistening, deep red tip. Elliot put his hand on his cock, fondled it proudly for a moment, then thrust it straight out from his body.
"On your knees, boy!"
"No! Jesus, no! I'm not going to do that!"
"I said on your knees!"
"Aaaagh! Oh, God! Don't hit me again!"
"On your knees!"
Bobby feU, rather than sank, to his knees in front of Elliot. Tears were running down both cheeks, his body trembling as though he'd been thrust naked into a deep-freeze.
"Please don't make me do this! Please!"
"You never sucked a cock before?"
"No! God! No!"
"Then you've got a treat in store for you, 'cause this old cock of mine's just about the best you or anybody else'll ever suck!"
"No! No, don't make me! Please, don't make me do that!"
"Put it in your mouth, boy!"
"No, I-"
"Put it in your mouth!" Elliot's fist rose high in the air and swung down to Bobby's head. The boy ducked, expecting to be struck again, but instead of hitting him, Elliot grabbed a hank of his hair and twisted his head toward his waiting cock. "I said put it in your mouth! Open up! Put it in your mouth and you suck it, just like Inez sucked you!"
Bobby tried to get away, but it was useless. Elliot pulled on his head until the boy opened his mouth to scream, and the instant that he did, Elliot rammed his huge cock deep into the boy's mouth. From where she sat, listening to the tape recorder, Inez could hear the gagging noises erupting from Bobby's throat as he fought to spit out Elliot's prick, but it was so deep into his mouth that he couldn't budge it. He was choking on its thickness as Elliot shoved more of it between the boy's lips, holding both the boy's hands to the back of his head to make sure he couldn't get free. Again and again the tape recorder caught the strangling, gurgling sounds of Bobby swallowing, fighting not to choke, trying desperately to keep from gagging on the immense prick jabbing at the back of his throat.
"That's it! That's the way, boy! You just suck on it good! You take that old cock and you suck it nice!"
Although she, too, felt a gag reflex working in her throat, Inez forced herself to work the cameras. She altered the angle of the movie camera so that it would record the hard thrusting of Elliot's hips at Bobby's face, pick up the look of anguish on the boy's face, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mouth brutally distended around the base of Elliot's prick. Then, using the telephoto camera, she took several pictures in quick succession of the boy's lips wrapped around her husband's tool, Elliot's hands digging into the mop of blond curls, Bobby's nose almost buried in the thick bush of black pubes around Elliot's cock.
The pictures taken, she turned away from the glass and lit another cigarette. Her hands were trembling so badly she could barely strike the match and raise it to the end of the cigarette. She felt a churning deep in her stomach which she hoped was disgust, but which she feared was something more than that. Something like excitement. In spite of herself, in spite of the loathing she felt for what Elliot was doing to the boy, she could feel her own body tingling with a mounting sexual excitement. She couldn't even explain it. Surely there was no reason for feelings like this. Watching the man she had married brutally rape a teen-age boy's mouth was horribly repulsive to her. But if it was, if it really was, then why were her nipples so hard, her thighs burning to be touched? And if it wasn't....
"That's enough for now, boy."
The sudden sound of Elliot's voice on the tape recorder startled her, jerked her around to the glass. Her husband had pulled his cock from Bobby's mouth, still hard, with no sign that he had shot into the boy's throat. Bobby was coughing violently, spitting into the rug as he tried in vain to rid his mouth of the taste of cock.
"Get up there! Up on the bed!"
"For God's sake! What now? Isn't that enough?"
"I told you what I was going to do, boy. Don't think I forgot about those tight little asscheeks of yours!"
Bobby's face froze in terror. He tried to back away from Elliot on his knees, shaking his head from side to side, his mouth stammering unintelligible sounds of fear.
"Didn't you have enough of a beating yet? You want some more before you do what I say?"
"No! I won't let you fuck me! I won't!"
"You got no say in the matter, boy! You decided your own fate the minute you slipped that prick of yours into Inez."
"I didn't want-"
"Thought you were a big man, huh? Big high school stud knocking a piece off on the way home, Something to brag about in the locker room, huh? Maybe you were thinking about bringing some of your buddies around with you tomorrow night, huh? Share the honey?"
"I told you it was her! It wasn't me! I swear I didn't want-"
"Well look at your prick now, boy! Ha-ha! How come it's not so big now, huh? Pretty goddamn small, as a matter-of-fact! Not like this one, is it? Is it?"
Elliot spread his legs wider, gripped his cock in his fist and extended it toward the boy as though it were a club.
"Not this big by a long shot, is it?"
"Let me go! I'm warning you, Mister, let me go or I'll have the police here!"
"And what're you going to tell them when they get here? That I caught you fucking my wife and decided to give you some of your own medicine? Huh? Huh? You going to tell them that? Or you think they'll believe I dragged you up here with your clothes off while you were out delivering your papers? Which do you think they'll believe? And your folks, what about them? Huh? What'll they think when they hear what Sonny Boy's been doing in his spare time lately?"
Bobby's resolve was fading fast, his threat crumbling before his eyes.
"Let me go. I'm telling you; let me go!"
"You're not going anywhere until you been fucked, kid, so you might as well get on that bed and get it over with quick."
Elliot lunged at Bobby, caught him by the shoulder and forced him to his feet. While the boy struggled weakly against him, Elliot forced him to the bed, shoved him face forward onto the mattress and was instantly on top of him from behind. Bobby lay sprawled on his stomach, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, pinned under Elliot's weight.
"If you wouldn't have fooled around so much it would've been easier. My cock was nice and juicy; would have gone in smooth. Now it's dry. Going to hurt, now."
"Don't! Jesus Christ! Stop it!"
"Yeah, it's gonna hurt bad now, boy! You're ganna feel you got a cock up your asshole now!"
"Don't-"
"You gonna brag about this in the locker room, stud? Huh? Huh? You gonna tell all your buddies about this?"
"If you ... AAAAAAAAAGHHHH! OH, GOD! OH! OHHHHH!"
"I told you it was gonna hurt, buddy! I told you!"
"UUUUUUUUGH! OHHHHHHHH! God! Oh, God! Take it out! Oh, Jesus! Take it out! It's killing me! Oh, Christ, it hurts so bad! Oh, God! God! God!"
Inez turned away from the glass, unable to watch any more. She was shocked to her very core by what she had seen. Not just the rape of the boy-that was bad enough-but the look on Elliot's face. The look! His eyes were glittering insanely, his face twisted into the crudest smile she had ever seen.
He was mad; there wasn't a doubt in her mind. Only a madman could be doing those things with such sadistic pleasure, such joy in the suffering he inflicted on another human being. She had never seen him like this before. Never, in all the times she had witnessed similar scenes under similar circumstances, had Elliot shown so much of his true nature so blatantly.
And yet, when she thought about it, Inez could not help wondering if he hadn't always been this way. If the cruelty and the insane sadism hadn't always been there, lurking somewhere in his subconscious, waiting for the opportunity to come into the open. The opportunity, in fact, which she had unwittingly just given him.
CHAPTER THREE
Inez was still a virgin when she married Elliot, knowing so little about sex that even in the convent school where she was raised she had been considered hopelessly naive by the other girls. She would listen rapturously to the stories told in the dormitory at night, giggle and act shocked when the others did, and go to sleep wondering just what her friends were talking about. She searched the school's library for any scrap of information about sex and came up with dusty old books filled with flowery descriptions of pollination and cross-fertilization of plants by bees. She read her Bible from cover to cover, hoping that somewhere between the begats, the Whore of Babylon and the mysteries of the Immaculate Conception would be the information she wanted but came away from it more confused than ever.
Asking her parents during the brief holidays away from school was out of the question. Her mother had always been a cold, forbidding woman who spoke to Inez only when it was absolutely necessary-Comb your hair ... Dinner's ready ... Help me with these dishes before you go in the other room-and her father had always treated her with a certain amount of resentment, as though the fault of her birth had condemned him to a lifetime of living with her mother. Asking the Reverend Mother at school was just about as futile.
It had taken Inez months to get up the courage to request an interview with the Reverend Mother in the first place and nearly an hour of nervous fidgeting and aimless small talk once she got there before she abruptly blurted out the purpose of her visit.
"Reverend Mother, I must ask you something."
"Of course, Inez. What is it?"
"How-how-I mean-where do babies come from?"
The elderly nun, whose personal knowledge of sex was most likely even more limited than Inez's, blanched and fussed with her rosaries for several moments before looking into the young girl's face with a disarmingly tranquil and self-assured smile on her face. "Why God sends them, of course."
Inez swallowed hard, determined now since she'd gone this far to go the whole way. "But how, Reverend Mother? How does He do it?"
"Haven't you read your Bible, Inez?"
"Yes! The whole thing! But it didn't tell me?"
"Then you must know that our Lord works in mysterious ways."
Inez leaned forward on the edge of her chair, her face bright with curiosity. She had the feeling she was so close to the answer. If anyone would be able to help her, surely it was the Reverend Mother. "But I just want to know how He does it! What happens to-"
"Inez, I would like to continue this talk with you, but I'm afraid I have so many other things to do this afternoon." The nun rose from her desk, ending the interview.
"Reverend Mother, please...."
"The Lord will make it all known to you in time, my dear. Trust in Him and ask Him for His guidance in your prayers."
Inez prayed, almost frantically, and when that failed she chose other alternatives. There was a girl in her class named Mary Beth, a redheaded beauty with all the lusty fire of the Irish, as well as their complete disregard for established rules. She smoked in her room, it was rumored that she had smuggled a bottle of whiskey back from Christmas vacation, and whenever the girls got together to talk about boys and sex, Mary Beth's were always the most lurid and exciting of the stories they told.
One night, her curiosity unable to contain itself any longer, Inez stayed in Mary Beth's room after the other girls had left. As soon as they were alone, Mary Beth took a pack of cigarettes from her dresser drawer, shook one out for herself and offered one to Inez.
"I can't really trust some of the others, but you and I are friends. Go ahead, have one."
"No, thank you. I don't think I should."
"Go on!" Mary Beth persisted. "It won't hurt you."
Reluctantly, wanting to keep Mary Beth in a good mood, Inez took the cigarette and almost choked on it when it was lit.
"Sit down," Mary Beth told her. "We don't get a chance to talk much in private. No, sit over here on the bed with me." She smiled and patted a place next to her.
"Th-that's one of the reasons why I stayed, Mary Beth," Inez said, settling herself on the bed beside her friend. "I-I want to talk to you."
"Anything special?"
"Yes."
Mary Beth's eyes sparkled with conspiratorial interest. "Well tell me! Tell me!" Then, her voice dropping to a hush, she whispered, "You aren't in trouble, are you?"
"Trouble?"
"You know. Trouble? P.G.?"
"P.G.?"
"Pregnant, stupid!" Mary Beth took a deep pull on her cigarette and let the smoke drift up to the ceiling. "Forget it! I forgot you're the second Virgin Mary around here!"
"That's what I want to talk to you about." Inez reached for her friend's hand, squeezed it hard. "You know all about those things, Mary Beth. Tell me, please."
"Tell you about what things?"
"About-well-you know. About-sex."
"You mean you don't know?" Mary Beth's eyes were wide open with amazement. "You mean you actually don't know?"
Inez shook her head shamefully. "No, I don't."
"Oh for God's sake! And all this time I thought you were putting on a goody-goody act!" Mary Beth howled with laughter until tears ran down both her cheeks. "You don't know a goddamn thing? Oh brother! I don't believe it!"
Inez's eyes burned red with shame. She got up from the bed and started to the door. "I'm sorry I bothered you."
"Wait! Wait a minute!" Mary Beth was right behind her, stopping her, leading her back to the bed. "I'm sorry I laughed at you. It just seems so funny! I mean, you're sixteen years old! I knew all that stuff when I was barely twelve!"
"Maybe I haven't had the opportunities to learn like you have."
"All right. Touche," Mary Beth laughed. "Now we're even, okay?"
Inez smiled and wiped at her eyes.
"What do you want to know first?" Mary Beth asked, assuming the most worldly, sophisticated pose she could manage. She was clearly enjoying the role of instructress in Inez's sexual education.
"Everything! Start at the beginning, please!"
"Well," Mary Beth thought for a moment, "it's really very simple. You know what you've got, don't you? I mean you have looked at it once or twice, haven't you?"
"You mean...?" Inez's eyes strayed down to her thighs, then quickly away.
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."
"Of course I know about it!"
"You know what it's called? And if you tell me it's your wee-wee I'll bop you one!"
Inez lowered her eyes, ashamed to admit that she couldn't answer Mary Beth's question. She'd never really thought about what that part of her body was called. "It's your cunt."
"My-cunt?" The word sounded awkward on her tongue, and somewhat vaguely dirty because of its abruptness and the harshness of its letters.
"That's the medical term for it," Mary Beth informed her. "Boys call it something simpler. Your pussy."
"Pussy!" Inez started to giggle. It sounded so ridiculous! Her pussy! "Why on earth do they call it that?"
Mary Beth shrugged her shoulders. "How do I know. Maybe because it's got fur."
"Fur?"
"Sure, you know, hair?" Mary Beth squashed out her cigarette and looked intently at her friend. "You do have hair on yours, don't you?"
"N-no. I don't." Then, unable to restrain her curiosity, she asked, "Do you?"
"Yeah! I started getting it last year! It's a real bush now!" She leaned closer to Inez on the bed, her voice low and strangely sultry. "Want to see it?"
Inez gulped, feeling suddenly embarrassed by the situation that was developing but unable to resist plunging deeper into it. "Yes," she whispered.
Mary Beth took her hand and squeezed it hard. "Okay, I'll show it to you. But on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You show me yours, too. I can't believe you don't have any hair on it! Okay? Is it a deal?"
"I-I guess so."
Mary Beth's eyes sparkled mischievously as she got up from the bed and quickly unzipped her dress, pushing it down her body to the floor. Her breasts inside her bra seemed like mountains compared to the little slopes that had just begun to pop out on Inez's chest. She reached her arms back to unsnap her bra and her breasts suddenly sprang free, full and firm, with dark brown nipples at their tips. Smiling, staring straight into Inez's eyes, Mary Beth worked her fingers into the elastic of her panties and skinned them down her hips.
"See?" she murmured proudly, stepping out of the panties and standing stark naked in front of Inez.
Inez couldn't believe what she saw. A patch of bright red hair sprouted between Mary Beth's thighs, triangle shaped, wide across her lower belly and narrowing as it dipped down between her legs. In the center of the hair, through the shiny curls, she could see the brighter pink shade of her friend's cunt, the lips slightly parted due to her wide stance.
"Nice, isn't it?" Mary Beth said softly, moving her fingers slowly down her thighs until just the tips of them touched the edges of her red pubes. She played with the curly hairs for a moment, then inched her fingers closer to the outer lips of her cunt. "Now it's your turn."
Inez wanted to back out of it, forget the lesson and flee from the room, but she knew she couldn't. She was fascinated by the strangeness of Mary Beth's body, at the differences between it and her own, and vaguely ashamed that hers was not the same. She stood up from the bed and took off her dress. She left her bra in place, embarrassed by her smallness compared to Mary Beth's. Her hands trembled as she pulled off her panties.
"My God, you're right! You don't have any hair!" May Beth exclaimed. She stared hard at Inez's cunt, bald as a little girl's hole, the skin around it still smooth and pink, with just the slightest darkening into red near the lips of it, Mary Beth moved closer, her hand reaching out slowly. "Can I touch it?"
"Don't!" Inez drew back in fright.
"I just want to feel it, for God's sake! How do I know you don't shave it? I'll bet you do! I'll bet anything that you've got hair, too, but you shaved it off!"
"I did not!"
"Then let me feel! I can tell if you've got whiskers on it!"
Challenged into something that seemed worse than letting Mary Beth touch her, Inez consented. "All right, go ahead. You'll see I'm not lying!"
Mary Beth's hand came slowly to Inez's belly, her palm pressed warmly against the skin, then slid slowly down. "It's smooth," she murmured, as her fingers rubbed over the satin pink flesh surrounding Inez's hole. "You're right."
A deep, burning sensation began to creep through Inez's belly. She had touched herself down there many times before, in the shower or on the toilet, but there had never been a feeling like this. It had to be the way Mary Beth was touching her. The gentle, barely felt pressure of her warm fingers rubbing around and around over the lips of her cunt, almost tickling it, sending sharp jolts of feeling straight up to Inez's belly.
"It feels nice, Inez," Mary Beth murmured. "Real nice. Want to feel mine?"
"No!" Inez backed away again, but Mary Beth's hand stayed on her.
"Come on, feel it, so you'll know what it's like." She reached with her other hand and caught Inez's wrist, brought her trembling fingers to her body and down between her legs. She pressed the flat of Inez's palm against the tangle of silken curls covering her cunt. "See? That's not so bad, is it? That hair is nice and soft, isn't it?"
It was soft. Like the feathers of a dainty bird, Inez thought. Mary Beth moved her fingers in a slow circle, brushing them through the hair until the tips of them touched the opening of her hole. It was wet and slightly sticky. Inez pulled her hand back in fright.
"I-I'd better get to my own room. Sister will be coming around to check on lights out soon."
"There's still time," Mary Beth insisted, grabbing Inez's hand so she couldn't get away. "I didn't finish telling you what you wanted to know yet."
"Some other time, Mary Beth. I really have to go."
"Scared?"
"Of course I'm not scared! Of what?"
Mary Beth smiled strangely and shrugged with exaggerated casualness. "I don't know. You seem afraid of something."
"I'm not. It's just late and-"
"Then sit back down and let me finish," Mary Beth ordered. She led Inez to the bed and all but forced her to get on it. "You weren't afraid because I touched you like that, were you?"
"N-no!"
"It felt good, didn't it? Boys do that to you all the time. They really like to get their hands inside your panties and play with you."
"They do?" Inez couldn't imagine letting any boy put his hand inside her panties and do to her what Mary Beth had just done. That had been bad enough; with a boy it would be almost unbearable, she imagined.
"Sure they do! They love it! They like you to play with them, too. I'll bet you never even saw a boy's cock, did you?"
Cock! So that was the other word! It sounded even worse than cunt! No wonder the Reverend Mother had been so reluctant to talk about all this, Inez thought.
"Yes, I've seen one."
"What, a baby's?" Mary Beth laughed. "I'm talking about the real thing! I'll bet anything you never saw one like my boyfriend Mike's got! Wow! You'd faint if you ever saw his!"
"Why should I faint?"
"It's so big! Honest to God, Inez, it's longer than my whole hand! And if you think I've got hair, you should see him! He's like a bear! He's eighteen, you know, and going to State this year. I guess that's why it's so big. I could hardly get my mouth all the way around it!"
"Your mouth!" Inez gasped. "You put that in your mouth?"
"Uh-huh," Mary Beth murmured. "He liked it a whole lot when I did."
Is that what sex was all about? Inez was appalled at the thought. If it meant letting some boy stick that ugly looking thing of his into her mouth, she was glad she'd been ignorant for so long and sorry she'd ever asked to be enlightened.
"Of course that's not all we did. He fucked me, too."
Inez just blinked in confusion, having no idea what that meant and not really wanting to know.
"You know what fucking is?" Mary Beth asked.
"I have to go back to my own room now."
"It's sticking it in you!" Mary Beth crowed. "A boy fucks you when he sticks it inside your hole, that's what it is!"
"Oh, God!" Inez covered her ears with her hands, feeling as though she might be sick at any moment. That couldn't be true, it just couldn't be. If it were, it meant that everyone she knew-her mother and father, that nice newly-wed couple down the street, Mrs. Baker, everyone-was doing such a dirty thing!
"Where are you going?" Mary Beth grabbed her roughly by the arm, holding her back as she struggled to pick up her clothes and get out of the room. "You think fucking is bad? Is that why you're running away? It's not! I'll show you, Inez! You can do it to yourself, with your finger! Or we could do it together! I'll show you!" Her hand grabbed at the soft flesh between Inez's legs, squeezing it to make her open her thighs. Mary Beth's finger prodded at the smooth, hairless opening of Inez's cunt. "Look, like this!" She pushed her finger forward and it rammed into Inez's hole.
"Stop that! Stop it!"
"See? It's like that! Only a boy's cock is bigger! It feels better!"
"Mary Beth, stop it! I'm going to scream!"
"Lay down with me, on the bed. I'll make you feel good, Inez, and you can do it to me. You'll like it, I promise." Her finger was moving up and down inside Inez's cunt, pushing open the virgin lips, drilling high into the moist, warm tunnel in spite of Inez's efforts to make her stop.
"Stop it!" she screamed.
Mary Beth's eyes were wild, her strength almost brutal. She had no intention of stopping, but suddenly both girls stiffened in panic as a loud rap struck Mary Beth's door.
"Girls! What's going on in there?" the nun in charge of their dormitory called.
"Nothing, Sister," Mary Beth answered. "We were just fooling around."
"Well stop that noise and get back to your own rooms. It's after ten o'clock."
"Yes, Sister." They listened for the sound of the nun's footsteps going back down the hall, then Mary Beth tightened her grip on Inez's arm. "If you ever tell her what happened I'll kill you, Inez! I swear I will!"
"Let go of me!"
"Do you promise not to tell?"
"Yes! I promise!" Her arm freed, she quickly picked up her clothes and ran for the door, tears streaming down both cheeks. "I won't tell because I don't believe anything you told me! You're a liar and I don't believe any of it!" Inez ran out of the room and down the hall to her own, bolting the door from the inside and crying herself to sleep.
The trouble was, she knew Mary Beth hadn't been lying. Everything the girl had told her seemed disgusting, sordid, impossibly depraved, yet it had the ring of truth to it because it explained so much. The very nature of sex, Inez reasoned, accounted for the reluctance of people who were decent to talk about it. They did it, but they were ashamed of themselves for doing it. That was why Reverend Mother had completely skirted the issue; why the Whore of Babylon and Jezebel and Salome were evil and the Virgin Mary good; why some people became saints and others were condemned to eternal hell. It explained the absence of any information about sex in the school library or any course on the subject in the curriculum to justify it as part of the normal order of things. Their absence only strengthened Inez's beliefs that sex was sinful and those who indulged in it were as damned as Mary Beth.
And yet, perhaps because it was cloaked in such illicitness and all things sinful are infinitely more attractive to the human mind than those righteously permitted, sex became an obsession with Inez. Less than a week after the night in Mary Beth's room she began doing things to herself when she'd gone to bed. The first time it had happened almost unconsciously. She was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and suddenly thrust her hand down between her legs, pressing her palm into the warmth of her young cunt. Instantly she felt a soothing peace seep through her and as her fingers began to move back and forth across the soft flaps of skin she felt a contentment unlike any she had ever known. The next night it happened again in the same way, but this time just rubbing the outer surfaces of her hole wasn't enough. She felt a tingling inside her belly, a need to touch herself more intimately. Wriggling just the tip of her forefinger between the folds of flesh, she felt a surge of pleasure that increased as she put her finger in deeper.
Working her finger around inside her hole, she discovered parts of herself that she had never known existed. Specifically, a strange nub of skin just inside the opening of her cunt which seemed to grow in size and hardness the more she played with it. She became frightened and pulled her finger out quickly, afraid she had done something harmful, but it was a long while before the churning in her belly stopped and she was able to sleep.
On her next vacation from school she found a paperback marriage manual in one of the bookstores in town and smuggled it home and upstairs to her bedroom, where she read it from cover to cover that very night. Most of the information was vague and confusing, seemingly intended for people who already knew what sex was all about, but there were line drawings accompanying the text and these Inez found fascinating.
She compared the sketches of a woman's cunt-vagina the book called it-with her own, laying the book flat on the bed as she pried open the lips of her cunt with her fingers and studied its various parts. With a hand mirror held up to the opening, she was able to see that flap of skin she'd discovered earlier. The book said it was her clitoris and the most senstivie part of her cunt. It was supposed to swell up when it was stimulated, the manual said, and continued rubbing of it by the male organ would produce an orgasm.
That was one of the things Inez found hardest to understand. What did orgasm mean? The manual didn't explain the word at all; it simply said if sex was good a woman had one and if it wasn't she wouldn't. But what was it? How did it happen? How did it feel? And, the question that intrigued her most, could she have one?
Turning to the pages which showed rough line sketches of a man's cock, Inez studied every detail. "So this is a penis," she murmured, examining the shaft, the sack of testicles, the tubes which carried sperm. "Funny looking!" she thought, giggling to herself. It didn't look half as well constructed as her cunt, she decided. A cock was kind of ugly, in fact, with all those lumps and bumps and things hanging down from it. Her own smooth, pink-lipped hole looked much more compact and attractive.
Determined to discover the secret of having an orgasm, Inez re-read the section dealing with a man's penis to see just what it did to a woman to bring on this extraordinary thing. A cock, she discovered, was normally soft and flaccid, less than a couple of inches in length. But when excited, it filled with blood and swelled to greater size, usually between five and six inches long.
Putting down the book, Inez began to think. Mary Beth had said her boyfriend's cock was huge when he got excited and the manual had backed her up. Mary Beth had also said that when it was hard, her boyfriend stuck it inside her and it felt good. From what Inez could gather in her reading, this was precisely what the book was confirming. But Mary Beth had said something else, too, about it feeling just as good when she did it to herself with her finger. Did this mean it was possible to give yourself an orgasm, Inez wondered. Since all the other information Mary Beth had given her had turned out to be true, was there any reason to doubt this part of it? Inez decided to find out for herself.
Getting out of bed, she went to the door and double-checked to be certain it was locked and that her parents were still downstairs watching television as they did every night. Satisfied that she wouldn't be interrupted, she went back to bed and slipped off her nightgown. She propped two pillows behind her back and settled herself on the covers, half-sitting, half-reclining so she would be able to watch what she was going to do.
There was a strange tingling inside her belly and an uneasy nervousness running through her body as she brought her hand slowly down to her cunt. The lips were warm and slightly moist as she rubbed her fingers over her hole. It felt good, as it had every time she'd done it, and when she began to work the tip of her middle finger into her cunt it felt even better.
She lifted her head from the pillow and looked down at what her fingers were doing. She saw her finger disappearing between the puffy pink lips of her cunt as she pushed it forward. Inside her hole, it felt twice as long, twice as thick, but good, too. Biting on her lip to keep from crying out unexpectedly, she rammed her finger all the way into her little hole and the feeling that shot through her was almost blinding. She began to pull her finger back out, afraid to continue her experiment, but as it withdrew, she found that the feelings weren't stopping. In fact, taking it out felt just about as good as putting it in. She hesitated for a moment, then pushed her finger forward again. A sharp hiss rasped through her lips as her cunt took the finger and tightened on it automatically.
When she tried pulling her finger out a second time, she brushed her clitoris with her knuckle and found it had swollen with excitement. She began to play with it with the tip of her finger, batting it back and forth and almost fainting as thrill after thrill raced through her body.
She knew she should stop, that it was wrong for her to be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. Something strange was happening to her body. Her cunt felt as though it was on fire, the heat burning hotter each time she shoved her finger in and out. Her cunt was getting juicy, too. She could feel the slippery warm slime on her finger and somehow this made her feel even more excited.
She lay back down, determined to keep it up until something happened, no matter what. Reckless now, she began to feed a second finger into her hole. She thought both wouldn't fit, but they slipped easily inside and the added thickness made her squirm with pleasure. Her fingers began to move faster, batting at her swollen clit, pushing deeper into the wet hole with each thrust.
Inez began to sweat and her breathing grew harder. With her free hand, she began to massage her little titties. To her surprise, the nipples on both had hardened and when she touched them it was like electricity surging through her. With one hand, she squeezed her tits; with the other, she continued fingering herself. Her legs began to move up and down, her ass squirming on the covers as her excitement mounted. She could feel it building inside her like a volcano. Each thrust of her fingers felt better than the one before it, each made her cunt just a little more juicy.
Suddenly she began to pant hard. She felt the churning in her belly, as though it were a stream of hot lava flowing down the tube of her cunt. Her fingers flew faster than ever. In and out! In and out! In and out! Her legs stiffened, her toes began to curl up, her ass was bouncing on the bed. And then, just when she thought she was going to pass out, it happened. Inez began to come for the first time in her life.
She screamed, bit down hard on her lip to hold back another scream. She could feel it pouring out of her! All over her fingers, down the smooth flesh of her thighs. Like acid, it burned its way out of her cunt. She felt the outer lips parting, spreading wide as the juice from deep inside creamed its way over her fingers. It seemed as though it would never stop, as though she had broken a sac full of her life's juices and it would keep pouring from her until it was empty and she was dead.
But slowly it did stop. Her cunt continued to twitch for several minutes after the last drops had seeped out of it, but that, too, stopped. Inez pulled her fingers free and looked at them. A thin, milky-white fluid coated them and when she brought her fingers to her nose to smell them, the scent was bitter and sharp. The sheet under her thighs was sopping wet with her sweat and the juice that had dribbled from her fingers. She hoped it wouldn't leave a stain for her mother to find.
She wiped her fingers, her thighs, and the outer lips of her cunt with tissues, then put her nightgown back on and got into bed. She expected to lay there half the night, unable to sleep because of guilt. She had just done a terrible thinDr and should feel ashamed of it, vow to never repeat it. The trouble was, she didn't feel the least bit guilty or ashamed. A warm, satisfied glow suffused her body and for the first time she began to realize that the things some people called depraved could be very nice indeed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Inez met Elliot Browne for the first time the summer she graduated from convent school and went to work as a secretary in his real estate office back home. Six months later they were married. From the start, she suspected theirs would not be a normal marriage in any sense of the word. In the first place, there was the matter of their ages. Inez was barely eighteen; Elliot had passed forty a year ago. He was still a handsome man who took good care of his body, but the fact that he was older than Inez's own father caused considerable trouble when she announced her engagement and it was only by hinting very strongly that she might already be pregnant-which she was not, since she had never had sex with Elliot or any other man-that she was able to get her parents' consent.
More important than this, however, was the fact that Inez felt no love at all for Elliot and was quite certain he felt none for her. Their attraction for each other was based on something very different from love, although Inez would have been hard-pressed to explain just what this something was. She knew it wasn't a sexual thing alone, although she was curious to experience Elliot's lovemaking and knew he took more than a casual interest in her body. If anything, it was an attraction of the subconscious, something they brought out of each other and recognized in themselves, as though they had both long ago been put under a hypnotic trance. Whatever it was, she felt irresistibly drawn to him and unable to refuse his marriage proposal.
Inez looked forward to her wedding night with equal degrees of desire and dread. She wanted, at last, to know what sex with a man would be like; but, at the same time, being a virgin, she feared the unknown. Elliot must have suspected this duality of fueling, for the moment they were alone in the motel room he took her in his arms and crushed her body against his, kissed her, furiously on the mouth, then released her and laughed.
"Scared?"
Inez nodded her head timidly. "Yes. It's stupid, I know, but-"
"It's not stupid at all! It's wonderful! You don't know how excited it makes me hearing you say you're frightened!"
"It ... does?"
"It sure does!" Elliot grabbed her again, this time shoving his tongue deep into her mouth when he kissed her. This was completely strange to her. She had never heard of people kissing with their tongues and the violence of Elliot's kiss frightened her even more. Her body went stiff against him, her arms rigidly trying to hold him off as his hands slipped around her body and began to squeeze the firm cheeks of her behind.
"Didn't any guy ever French you before?" Elliot asked.
"No."
Elliot's eyes glittered strangely as he looked down at her, his hands squeezing tighter into her buttocks. "I'm beginning to suspect I've married a virgin!"
Inez looked away from his searching, leering gaze, suddenly feeling embarrassed by her virginity, as though admitting to not having had sex before was more of a sin than confessing the opposite. "I-I am a virgin," she murmured.
"Oh, baby!" Elliot moaned, pulling her even tighter against his body. She could feel a hard pressure against her belly as his hips ground slowly from side to side. "A virgin!"
"I'm sorry if I disappoint you," she said, her voice slightly caustic.
"Disappoint me? Baby! Does this feel like I'm disappointed?" He ground against her again, and suddenly Inez realized that the hard pressure against her belly was his cock. She tried to draw back from it, terrified by the size and solidity of the thing, but Elliot's hands on her ass pulled her right back. "I'm not disappointed at all, baby! I'm so excited I could pop right now!"
He started to kiss her again, but Inez turned her head away from him. "It-it's late. Shouldn't we get to bed?"
Elliot's leer broadened. "Yeah, we sure should!"
He let go of her and watched as she opened her suitcase and took out a nighgown, then started for the bathroom with it.
"Hey! Where you going?"
"To change."
Elliot shook his head and walked up to her, took the nightgown out of her hands and dropped it back in the suitcase. "You won't be needing that thing tonight, baby." His hands went around her shoulders, found the zipper in the back of her dress and began to pull it down. "I'm going to take your clothes off for you. Right here in the bright light. I want to see you naked, Inez."
He pushed the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor with a rustle. He stepped back and looked at her. She was wearing no slip, just bra and panties, high heels and black net stockings.
"You wear garters," he said with an appreciative smile. "That's good. I like that." His eyes ran slowly up and down the length of her body. "Take off the bra for me."
"Elliot, I'd feel better the first time if you let me undress in the bathroom. I've never been naked for a man before and I feel-"
"Take off the bra," he said, and this time it was a command.
She saw the look in his eyes, the determination of his jaw, and she knew that if she didn't take it off herself, he would do it for her. Slipping her hands behind her back, she pulled open the snaps on the bra and slipped it away from her body. Her breasts, which had grown to surprising proportion the last two years of school, sprang free and bounced up and down for a moment.
Elliot whistled long and low as he stared at her breasts, his eyes devouring every inch of them, from the deep cleft to the firm base to the dark brown nipples at their tips.
"Come here a minute," he said. Inez stepped forward and he reached for her with both hands, cupped her breasts from underneath and squeezed his fingers into their fiminess as though he were testing the weight and ripeness of two tomatoes. "How did a little girl like you get jugs like these babies?" he laughed. His thumbs reached up and pressed her nipples, then began to massage them until they started to harden. He watched them grow for a moment, licking his lips with excitement as the twin brown nubs pushed out to their full size. He stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Take off the panties now," he ordered, "but leave on the garter belt and stockings."
"But-"
"Do what I say."
Feeling his eyes burning into her flesh, Inez bent down and undid her garters so she could get her panties past them. Her tits hung low as she bent, swaying slowly from side to side as she worked on the stockings. The nipples were firm and hard now, ultra-sensitive to the slightest touch.
"Okay, now pull them down," Elliot told her. His hand was between his legs, gripping and massaging the firm lump of cock as he watched Inez slowly skin down her panties. He smiled when he saw her bush, licked his lips again when she lifted her legs to kick off the panties end gave him an accidental peek at the pink slit of her cunt through the tangle of hair around it.
"Come here," he said, when she was completely-naked except for the stockings, garter belt, and heels. "Stand in front of ms now. I want to exam-ine you."
"Examine me?"
A lewd grin spread all the way across Elliot's face. "Of course. You told me you're a virgin, I want to see if you were telling the truth."
"But I am! I swear it! Why would I he?"
"Just come here and shut up," he snapped. Inez took a faltering step toward him. He reached out and caught her by the hips, tugging her the rest of the way. His hands rode slowly up the sides of her body until his fingers brushed her bosom. He squeezed hard, making her cry out in pain, then laughed and brought his mouth to her chest. His tongue flicked hotly outside his lips as he covered the slopes with his saliva, lapping at them like a cat at cream.
The feel of his tongue licking her drove Inez wild. She had never done more than finger her tits or play with the nipples and that feeling was nothing like this. She squirmed from side to side as his mouth worked on her. His tongue was like wet satin as it licked up and down, leaving none untouched except the area right around her nipples. The result was just what Elliot intended it to be. Her nipples began to throb for the feel of his mouth on them. She could actually feel the blood pulsing in them, begging to be kissed, to be sucked by his ravenous mouth.
Twisting, she tried to thrust herself into his mouth, but Elliot pulled away and laughed. "You want me to suck on them, huh? Is that what you want, little girl?"
"Please!" she begged. "I never felt anything like that in my life!" She cupped them from the underside, hefted the weigh I; and aimed it at Elliot's lips. She leaned toward him, pushing herself at his mouth. The nipple grazed his lips and she pushed harder, working it inside. A surge of electric feeling shot through her as the nipple slid into his mouth, but the pleasure died when Elliot's teeth suddenly clamped down hard He bit mercilessly.
Inez screamed the moment his teeth bit into her. The pain of that bite had been beyond belief. She cupped both hands over her breast, sobbing as she looked anxiously to see if he had drawn blood. "Why did you do that? Why?"
"Because, my dear, pain is the best teacher. And you must learn one lesson right from the start. You will never, ever, do anything when we have sex unless I tell you to do it or you ask my permission. Is that quite clearly understood or do you need another lesson?"
Tears were streaming down both cheeks. She wanted to slap him, put her clothes back on and run out of there before he did anything more to hurt her. But at the same time, something deep inside her told her she would never leave. "Yes," she sobbed, "I understand "
"Good. For your sake I hope you do. Now come here again." He pulled her back between his legs and held her by the waist as he slithered his tongue out of his mouth and began to lick her belly.
Instantly the pain in her breasts began to subside as Inez felt his warm, wet tongue licking the flesh on her belly in slow, lazy circles. Around and around and around his mouth went, his tongue darting like a snake's, in and out of his mouth. His hands tightened on her waist as he dipped his head lower, began to shove the point of it into her navel. He licked at it furiously, then slithered it lower still, until he was lapping just above the start of her brown bush.
Inez sucked in her stomach, unable to believe he would actually put his mouth on her cunt, but not daring to breathe for fear he wouldn't. She watched as the top of his head sank lower and lower, his tongue curling now through the jungle of pussy hair on its way to her hole.
His hands slipped down from her waist to her thighs, then to her inner thighs. He pushed between her legs, forcing her to spread them, then his fingers reached up and pulled apart the lips of her cunt. His tongue was inside it instantly.
Inez screamed and was about to grab his head in her hands to push his tongue deeper, but the sharp remembrance of his teeth on her nipple stopped them. Her breath was like an animal's, deep and ragged. Never in her life had she felt anything this good! His tongue was working in her like a wet snake, curling high into the channel of her vagina, toying with her swollen clitty, lapping at the lips just inside.
"Oh, Elliot! Elliot! You're driving me out of my mind!" She felt that if his tongue stayed in there any longer she was going to come. One minute's of hot tongue in her hole was better than ten minutes of finger. Never had she come so close to orgasm so fast. Her legs began to tense and stiffen, her fingernails dug into her palm as she squeezed tight fists and rocked her body back and forth to meet Elliot's tongue.
Suddenly he pulled away and pushed her back. "You were going to come, weren't you?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! Why did you stop?"
"I stopped so I wouldn't have to punish you again, Inez," he murmured, a wicked smile spread across his face. "You've forgotten your lesson already, haven't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she whimpered. The desire to put her fingers into her hole and finish what had been so close was all but overpowering. If only he had kept his tongue in one minute longer....
"I didn't give you permission to come, did I?"
"What kind of man are you?"
"Did I give you permission?"
"No, but-"
"Then you were about to disobey me. You should thank me for stopping your disobedience in time."
"Elliot, a joke is a joke, but this is-"
"What's a joke?" he growled, suddenly reaching up and seizing her wrist, nearly snapping it with his brutal strength. "Huh? What's a joke? Huh?"
"You-you really mean this! You're actually serious about this, aren't you?"
"More serious than I've ever been in my life." His eyes burned into hers, daring her to say anything further. Then, abruptly changing his mood, he released her wrist and got to his feet. He pulled off his tie and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was covered with whorls of thick black hair, and when he turned to throw the shirt on a chair, Inez gaped in surprise that nearly the same amount of hair covered his back and shoulders. Turning back to her, he kicked off his shoes and opened his pants. While she watched, he pulled them down and stepped out of them, then took off his socks. All that remained were his underpants, and in their front was a long, thick bulge that Inez could see throbbing against the cotton.
"Take them off for me," he growled.
Inez stared from the thick lump in her husband's underpants to his face, then back to the bulge. She reached timidly for the elastic waistband, but Elliot pushed her hands away.
"Get on your knees to do it," he ordered.
Inez sank slowly to the carpet, so that her face was directly opposite that menacing lump of cock barely hidden by Elliot's underpants. She reached for the underpants again and began to pull them down. The cotton caught on the cock inside, making it difficult to get them down. She had to pull the underpants away from his body and reach into them to push his cock free. Her fingers touched his hard flesh for just an instant, but in that moment Inez felt her throat go bone-dry. It was so hard and hot! She had never expected a cock to feel that hard!
When she tugged again, Elliot's underpants slid to his ankles and his gigantic cock sprang out at her face, nearly slapping against her forehead. He stepped out of the underpants and Inez started to get to her feet, but he pushed her back down. "Did I tell you to get up?" She shook her head and mumbled I'm sorry. That thing was right in front of her, less than a foot away, but she was terrified to look at it. She shifted her eyes to the floor, avoiding the cock completely.
"Now play with it," Elliot said.
She looked up at him, begging him with her eyes not to be forced to do this.
"Take it in your hand and play with it!" he demanded. His hands squeezed hard into her shoulders, bringing pain. She reached quickly for his cock.
It was so big she could not get one hand completely around it. Holding it loosely, she began to rub her fingers over it, touching each part of it. Elliot's cock looked nothing like those sketches in the marriage manual. Those had been innocent in their size and ugliness. This one was threatening. Huge. And, Inez had to admit, beautiful. It was a warrior's lance, a gleaming sword, a spear to rip into a woman and devastate her.
She began to rub his cock with more vigor, manipulating it with both hands now. She was fascinated by the way the skin of it slid up and down, covering and uncovering the thick red knob at its tip. Each time she pulled down on the foreskin the head throbbed even bigger. A few drops of thick, clear liquid oozed out of the tip as she rubbed it.
"Play with my balls, too," Elliot told her, and no sooner had the command been given than her hand dropped to his hairy testicles and she began to juggle them up and down in her palm. She could feel them moving inside their sack, jostling from side to side as she caressed them. Her head moved closer, watching the veins in the shaft of Elliot's prick swell out as they filled with more and more blood and the cock became even harder.
"Do you want to ask permission to do anything?" Elliot murmured.
Inez lifted her eyes to him. "Yes."
"What is it?"
"C-can I put it ... in my mouth?" she whispered.
He laughed and raised his hands to her head, digging his fingers into her hair as he pressed her face toward him. "Go ahead. Suck it."
Even as she drew her head to his cock, Inez's mind reeled at the thought of what she was about to do. She had been so revolted when Mary Betb told her about doing this, but here she was-naked, on her knees before a naked man, about to put his cock into her mouth! She couldn't help herself. She could feel something in her driving her to do this, telling her that it was what she wanted most.
Her lips parted and her mouth touched the tip of Elliot's prick. He pushed forward, ramming it into her mouth. She felt it pushing its way over her tongue, filling her mouth, swelling her lips wide around it. He pushed again and the thick cock struck deep in the back of her throat, making her gag and back off it.
"Suck it, little girl," Elliot muttered. "Suck it good for daddy."
He began to rock his hips slowly in and out at her face, feeding his swollen prick into her mouth. His hands were gripped so tightly in her hair that she couldn't have got away from his cock if she'd tried. But Inez didn't want to get away from it.
Her mouth was sucking ravenously. Her fingers juggled Elliot's balls up and down as she sucked on him, pulling him deeper into her mouth with each thrust, taking almost all of that stiff cock between her lips. Her tongue encircled it, licked it, lapped at the head when it was almost out of her mouth and then stroked the entire length when he shoved it back in.
She was sure he was going to come in her mouth. She felt his balls tightening, his legs beginning to stiffen, his hands grip with mounting tension into her hair. Using force, biting him if necessary, she could have broken away before that happened. She didn't have to take his sperm, but she knew just as surely as she had known she wanted to suck on it in the first place that she would not stop until she tasted him in her mouth.
Elliot began to grunt louder and louder, ramming his prick at her mouth with harder thrusts. Suddenly he threw his head back and drove his cock far into her throat. It seemed to burst like a cannon, spraying his warm seed into her mouth in quick squirts, giving her so much that she began to choke and he had to back off.
When he pulled it out of her mouth at last, Inez swallowed the wad of sperm he had given her and coughed on it immediately. She felt it stick in her throat, sharp and bitter tasting, but she did not want to spit it up or wash the taste of it away.
"You did that pretty good for-your first time," Elliot laughed. "It was your first time, wasn't it?"
She got slowly, shakily to her feet. "Yes, I've never done anything with a man before."
"Well, you've got good instincts then, baby!" He patted her on the rump and went around to the side of the bed, pulled down the covers and lay down on top of them. Inez felt disappointment sink in her stomach. After all they had done already, she was hotter than she had ever been. If Elliot was quitting, going to bed, she didn't see how she would get through the night. She had to have an orgasm, one way or the other. If he didn't give it to her, she would have to do herself in the bathroom when he was asleep. "Elliot...?"
"Huh?" He was already on his side, the pillow scrunched up in his arm. "W-what are you doing?"
"Going to sleep. What did you think I was doing?"
"Aren't you-?"
"What?" His tone was clearly annoyed. "Put out the light, huh? I'm tired."
Inez nodded her head dully. "All right." She snapped off the light and stood in the darkness for a moment, looking at the hulk of his body in the bed, tasting him in her mouth, wondering just what it was she'd got herself into, "You coming to bed?" he grunted, "In a minute. I-uh-have something to do in the bathroom first."
Inez soon discovered that Elliot's strange performance on their wedding night would be typical of their sexual life together. Night after night she undressed and came to bed expecting him to make love in a way that would be as satisfying for her as it was for him, but each time he disappointed her. He would stimulate her to the point of craziness, then leave her hanging after he'd taken his own pleasure. He used her mouth constantly, and although Inez enjoyed servicing him in this way and even found a great deal of excitement in it the more she did it, she longed for him to at least return the favor. He never did. The most Elliot would do would be to finger her cunt while she blew him, always stopping before he excited her enough to have an orgasm.
Once, while she was on her knees for him, she stopped before he had come and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Elliot?"
"What?" he snapped, clearly annoyed that she had cut short the momentum her lips and tongue were building on his cock.
"Can't ... we do something ... else?"
"Like what?"
"I-I want it inside me," she stammered. Her cheeks were scarlet with shame that she had to be begging for this, but it seemed the only way. After six months of marriage, she was still a virgin. Elliot had never once fucked her.
A strange smile spread across his face. "You want it inside you, huh?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Please, Elliot!" She hugged his knees, showering his cock with kisses.
"Get up on the bed."
Inez's heart leaped with expectation. At last he was going to do it! She would finally know how it felt to be fucked! She lay flat on her back, spreading her legs wide and opening her cunt for him. He climbed into bed and knelt in front of her, m his cock standing stiff and straight, still glistening with the saliva from her mouth. Inez reached down for it, tried to guide it to her waiting hole, but he pushed her hand away.
"Roll over," he commanded.
"What?" Her face clouded with doubt.
"I said roll over! On your belly!"
"Elliot, why-"
"Roll over, dammit!" He grabbed her hard by the wrist and forced her to turn onto her stomach, then pinned her legs down with his knees. "You want it in you, you're going to get it in you!" he snarled.
She felt his big hands on her buttocks, spreading the cheeks apart, and suddenly she realized what he was about to do. "Elliot, no! No!" she screamed. "Not that way! No, Elliot, please! Not that way!" She felt the tip of his hard cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass.
"Shut up!" he yelled, slapping her hard on the side of her ass. "You weren't happy with what you had, now you're going to get what you asked for."
"I didn't mean like this! Elliot! Don't! I didn't mean-AAAAAGGGGHHHH!" She screamed and bit down into the pillow as he pushed forward and the enormous head of his cock ripped its way into her asshole. The pain was blinding. He shoved harder and more of it dug into her entrails, forcing her ass open as though his prick were a wedge of steel. "OOOOOH! Stop! Stop, please! Take it out, Elliot, please!" she begged, but the more she screamed, the harder Elliot rammed it into her. She felt his cock moving deep into her ass, until it seemed as though he would break straight through to her belly. His body slammed down on her, his hairy chest covering her back, his legs holding hers down flat. His prick was all the way up her ass.
"You like it like this?" he growled. "Huh? You like it in you?"
Inez couldn't even answer. She just lay under him moaning, feeling his cock moving in and out of her ass. Each stroke felt like a pole was being shoved into her. When he finally came, she could feel his cock firing inside her, flooding her asshole with his warm sperm.
It was the first and last time Inez ever asked him to fuck her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The screams of the newsboy in the bedroom snapped Inez back to reality. Elliot was almost finished with him, his buttocks slamming forward as he drove himself into the helpless boy. "This will teach you, huh? Huh? This'll teach you not to fuck around with married women!" His breath was coarse and hard, his body straining as he raced toward a climax inside Bobby's ass. "You won't do this again, will you? Huh?" Elliot's body pounded forward so fast it was only a blur through the glass of the mirror. Suddenly he began to grunt and then gasp as his prick emptied its hot load inside the boy.
Inez watched as he pulled out of Bobby and wiped his cock off on the sheet, then tucked it back inside his pants. The boy lay sprawled over the edge of the bed, his body shaking with sobs, his legs still twitching spastically. A pool of Elliot's white sperm dribbled slowly from Bobby's ass.
"Get up!" Elliot snarled. "You got two minutes to get dressed and out of this house!"
Bobby tried to stand up, but staggered and almost fell. His face was ghostly pale, his cheeks stained with tears. He stumbled as he bent to pick up his clothes and began to cry again as he pulled on his pants. Inez knew how he was suffering. The memory of Elliot's first assault on her own asshole was still vivid in her mind. She pitied the boy for what he had just been through and hated herself for leading him into it.
She shut off the cameras and tape recorder and sat down to wait until Bobby had left. Through the glass she could see Elliot prodding him to hurry, yelling things at him, pushing him toward the door when he was only half-dressed. That was always how it ended, as though having an orgasm brought his senses back and, confronted by his victim, he was ashamed of his crime. She heard Bobby running down the stairs and out the front door. A moment later, Elliot came into the room and winked at her. "Get it ah?"
"Yes," she said wearily, "I got it all."
"Man! That kid's ass was tight!" Elliot laughed. "Almost as tight as yours was the first time!"
He squeezed her shoulder, but she pulled away from him and lit another cigarette. "You shouldn't have done that."
"Why not?"
"Because he's just a kid. You could get arrested if he tells his parents what you did to him."
"He's not going to tell anybody anything."
"How do you know that?"
Elliot chuckled and gave her a strange look. "I know. You forget I have a sixth sense about people, baby. I had it about you and I had it about this kid. I wouldn't be surprised if he even comes back for more! You should have felt that little bastard's asshole taking it-"
"Stop it! I can't stand to hear you talk like that!"
"What's the matter? Getting cold feet all of a sudden?"
"I never liked this business; you know that. I want it to stop right now. I'm not going through this another time, Elliot. This one was the last."
"I've heard you say that before," he laughed.
"I mean it! Never again!"
Elliot's smile faded. He moved slowly toward her, his hands clenching and unclenching, his eyes boring into hers. "It'll be finished when I say it's finished, baby. Not one second sooner."
"Then you can find someone else to help you; I've had it."
His hand grabbed her wrist, pulled her up tight against him. "It wasn't me that started this thing, baby, but it's going to be me who finishes it. When I'm good and ready! And I'm not ready yet." His hand jerked her wrist so hard she cried out in pain, "Neither are you!"
"Elliot, please! You're hurting me!"
"You're going on this trip with me next week and you're going to do everything I tell you to do. Understand? Everything!"
"I won't!"
He jerked her arm harder, bringing another scream from Ber throat. "Do you understand me? Huh, Inez? You understand what I'm telling you?"
"Elliot, my arm! You'll break it!"
"Do you understand?"
'Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes!"
He laughed and let her wrist drop. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other on that point. Now start processing this film. I'm anxious to see how our little friend performed for the camera."
Inez walked to the door, but stopped before leaving the room and turned back to him. "I don't know why I stay with you, Elliot. I should have divorced you years ago."
He looked up, and, to her surprise, there was a smile on his face. "You know why you stay with me, baby," he smirked. "And you know why you'll never leave me."
"Don't be so sure of yourself."
"It's not myself I'm sure of. It's you. You like this business as much as I do. Sometimes I think you even put me up to it."
He began to laugh and Inez stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. "It's not true!" she repeated over and over in her mind, but she wished she could be sure it wasn't.
Inez liked Tony Mazzio from the moment he came to work in Elliot's office. He was a good-looking Italian boy of twenty-five with an easy-going manner and appreciative eye for an attractive woman, even if she was the boss's wife. Tony was married, too, but his own wife was heavily pregnant with their first child and, as Inez soon discovered, he felt this gave him the right to do a little playing around on the side.
Elliot was usually out of the office a lot, showing houses to prospective buyers or arranging new land deals for a development outside of town. His absence left Inez and Tony alone together for most of the day and gave them the opportunity to get to know each other. Since Tony was closer to her own age than Elliot was, Inez felt more at ease with him and better able to talk about things they had in common. She was beguiled by his frankly sexual admiration and the flattery he was constantly showering on her. She liked his quick smile, too, and the jokes he was always coming up with, most of them pointedly sexual. For the first time in the two years she had been married, Inez began to enjoy life again. She looked forward to going to work in the morning and spending the day with Tony. Whenever Elliot stayed in the office her spirits sank, until Tony would give her a sly wink or pinch her bottom when Elliot's back was turned, assuring her that he felt the same way.
At night, in bed with her husband, it was Tony that Inez dreamed she was making love to. She pretended it was his cock filling her mouth or prodding its way into her asshole. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she pictured the handsome Italian's face grinning at her as he offered his strong, erect cock to her mouth and she would suck Elliot's cock with a passionate fury that surprised him. When he shot his load into her throat, she drank it down greedily, telling herself that it was Tony's hot juice she was swallowing and not Elliot's.
It was only natural that her fantasies began to carry over to the office. She would sit behind her desk and watch Tony from the corner of her eye, wondering if his body was hairy, how big his cock was, what he would do if they made love. Sometimes he would catch her at it and for a moment their eyes would spark with electricity, then Tony would grin and break the mood. With a wife and a new baby on the way, he couldn't afford to lose his job because he'd misinterpreted Inez's signals.
One afternoon, however, when Elliot had gone out to the development site for the day, Inez let him know just how green those signals were.
Tony was on the phone with his wife, his feet propped up on the desk, lighting one cigarette after another and muttering, "Yes, yes, yes," at regular intervals into the telephone. Across the room, Inez watched his face grow darker with mounting annoyance until suddenly he barked, "I'll talk about it when we get home," and slammed down the receiver.
"Trouble?" she asked hesitantly, not sure just how to play against his mood.
"Man, I'll sure as hell be glad when this baby comes," he said, stubbing out his cigarette and then instantly lighting another.
"I imagine it's very difficult on Shirley," Inez suggested.
"On her!" Tony snorted through his nose. "Hell, she's got it easy! I feel like I'm the one who's going through labor for nine months!"
Inez put down her pen and swivelled her chair away from the desk as Tony got up from his desk and walked softly across the room. He sat on the edge of her desk and attempted a smile, but it failed miserably.
"I guess a pregnant woman can be difficult at times," she said. "But that's to be expected, Tony. Particularly when it's the first baby."
"She's not difficult; she's impossible! Christ! You'd think she was the first woman in history to get knocked up! Tony, don't do this, don't do that, don't do anything! It's driving me out of my mind!"
Inez realized in a flash just what he was talking about, what the trouble between him and his wife sprang from. "A pregnant woman can still have sex up until the last weeks," she said softly.
"Hah! Tell her that!" Tony snorted. "The minute I touch her she starts screaming miscarriage!"
"Why?" Inez asked. "Didn't the doctor tell her it would be all right?"
"Yeah, he told her"
"Well?"
"She says the doctor didn't know how big my dick was when he told her that."
Inez felt a sharp pull between her thighs. He IS big! So big his wife's afraid of it! She looked up at Tony and caught his eyes, held them for a long moment, then lifted her hand and put it down gently on his knee. "How long has it been since you've had a woman, Tony?" she murmured.
"Too long!"
Inez's hand crept slowly up the length of Tony's she inched her fingers toward his crotch. He didn't pull away when the tips of her fingers found the lump of his cock and began to massage it.
"Maybe we could do something about that," she purred. It was all she could do to get the words out. Her throat felt suddenly dry as Tony's cock began to respond to her caressing. She felt it starting to harden and extend, its size growing at an alarming rate as she continued to excite him.
He put his hand down on top of hers, pressing her fingers against the firmness of his prick.
"It is big!" Inez sighed. "Oh, God, Tony! It's so big!"
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked sincerely.
"Go lock the door and I'll show you." Inez squeezed his cock and then pulled her hand away. She got up from her chair and walked to the door of Elliot's private office. "I'll wait for you on the couch," she murmured.
Her heart was pounding as she shut the inner office door and began to unbutton her blouse. She knew she shouldn't be doing this and that it still wasn't too late to stop. It was wrong for her and Tony to have sex this way, but somehow it seemed more wrong for them not to. They both needed love too desperately and if this was the only way they could get it, then who had the right to deny it to them?
She peeled off her blouse and hung it carefully over the back of a chair, then unzipped her skirt and folded it. She kicked off her heels and undid her stockings, but left on her bra and panties as she went to the couch and lay down on it to wait for Tony. A few moments later, she heard his footsteps coming across the outer office. There was a long silence as he stood outside the door, as though he, too, were trying to justify this in his mind. Then the knob slowly turned and he was standing there grinning at her.
"I used to read about things like this in books," he said, "but I never thought it really happened."
"That's why you should believe everything you read!" Inez laughed. She stretched out her arm to him. "Come here!" she growled.
As he walked slowly toward the couch, Inez could see his cock outlined against his pants. He stopped directly in front of her and she reached up for the pulsing bulge, squeezed it firmly with her fingers and felt it grow even stronger.
"Let's see just how big you are," she teased.
Tony grinned and winked as he pulled open his belt and began to take down his pants. "You might be sorry you got yourself into this." He spread his pants and pushed them down slowly, taking his underpants with them. Freed of the restrictive clothing, his cock sprang out full and hard, almost completely erect. "Big enough?"
Inez gasped and drew slightly back from the enormous length of prick suddenly confronting her. She had thought Elliot's cock was huge, but it was like a child's compared to Tony's incredible tool. She understood now why Shirley was afraid to let him fuck her while she was pregnant. A thing like that would come halfway up your belly if he put it in you, Inez thought.
While she stared at his prick, Tony kicked off his shoes and pants and stripped out of his shirt, so that he stood completely naked in front of her. His body was as hairy as she'd imagined it would be, rippled with hard muscle everywhere.
"Is-is that real?"
"Why don't you touch it and see," he grinned. "It won't break, baby!"
Inez's hand went timidly to the big cock and tried to encircle it with her fingers. She couldn't. It was too fat around. "I don't believe it!" she whispered. "I just don't believe it's this big!"
"And I don't believe those tits of yours!" Tony laughed. "How's about giving me some proof?"
Inez swallowed hard and took her hand off his cock. She sat up and reached around to unfasten the snaps of her bra. Her tits spilled out, bouncing like Jello molds on her chest. Tony whistled appreciatively and reached for them with both hands. Kneeling slightly in front of her, he began to knead her tits with his fingers, playing with both nipples at the same time until they began to throb and extend with hardness.
"Now do you believe they're real?" Inez asked.
'I'm not sure. I think I'd better bite them and see if they burst."
Tony knelt on the floor and pulled Inez closer, until his face was buried between both her breasts. He rubbed his face in them, pressing them against his cheeks and licking at the sensitive flesh in the cleft with his tongue. He continued to pinch her nipples as his tongue ran up and down the valley, then began to work its way over the firm roundness of the left one.
Inez sucked in her breath sharply as his tongue stroked over her. It had been so long since Elliot had done anything like this she'd almost forgotten how good it felt having a man's rasping tongue licking on tit. She could feel the nerve endings around her breast tingling as his tongue moved slowly around and around its firmness, each circle bringing his mouth that much nearer to the throbbing hard nipple.
When at last he caught her nipple with his tongue and pulled it between his lips, she let out a shriek of joyful surprise and pressed against the back of his head, feeding her tit deeper into his mouth.
"Yes! Yes, Tony!" she whimpered. "Suck on it! Oh, honey, suck. Use that tongue on me until I go right up the wall!"
Tony's mouth twisted and writhed, turning first one way and then the other, so that he could get at every inch with his darting hot tongue. A sting of warm saliva dribbled out of his mouth and ran slowly down the underside of Inez's tit, driving her wild with excitement. Her hands pressed harder against the back of his head, her chest straining out as though she wanted to stuff every bit of herself into his mouth.
"The nipple! Suck on the nipple!" she begged, and when Tony did what she asked for she screamed in delight. "Oh, honey! It feels so good! Oh, baby, suck on that nipple." She twisted and writhed on the couch, then suddenly jumped high in surprise as both of Tony's hands came down in her lap.
His fingers pinched her inner thighs, working their way toward the hot center of her panties. His thumbs pressed into the slightly damp silk until he could feel the outline of her cunt, then he began to toy with her, drawing his fingers up and down the slit. He pressed ever so gently into it, pushing the silky panties past the outer lips of her hole and exciting the sensitive flesh inside it.
"Take them off!" she begged. "God, rip them off me!"
Tony pulled his mouth off her and growled, "I'm going to rape you, baby! I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop!"
"Yes! Yes, do it!" Inez screamed. She lifted her ass off the couch and Tony slid one of his big hands in under her, pulling at the thin silk panties until they tore in his fingers and he pulled them off her in shreds. The elastic waistband was still around her middle, but the seat of the panties was a puddle of torn silk on the floor. Her cunt was completely open to his prying hand as Tony seized it again and began to comb his fingers through her wiry bush. He stuck his middle finger through the jungle of hair and up into the juicy slit, moaning with excitement as he felt Inez's cunt muscles close on his finger. His mouth went back down on her tit, the right one this time, and he sucked it furiously while his fingers continued playing with her hole, Inez's body was on fire as it never had been before. Not once had Elliot excited her this much! She felt as though every sensory nerve inside her was being lapped by fire. As Tony's finger drflled in and out of her hole, she flung her hand between his legs and seized the firm prick sticking up from the root of his belly. Her fingers ran through the thatch of black hair surrounding it, then gripped the giant cock at its base and began to manipulate it.
"He's going to stick this big thing into me!" her mind screamed. "God, he's going to rip me open with this big prick! He's going to make me bleed and scream! Oh, I'll never be able to take all of this! Never! But I'm going to die trying!"
As she beat her hand up and down on him, she could feel Tony's cock swelling even harder. It was already like a baseball bat in her fist, and getting bigger every second! Her cunt was twitching to feel it drive inside, to break her open and make her a woman at last. She could already feel her own sticky juice as Tony's finger continued prodding in and out.
"Give it to me!" she suddenly screamed. "Right now! I can't stand it a minute longer! Oh, baby, give it to me!"
"I'll give it to you, baby, don't worry about that!" He gave her pussy one last tweak, then stood up. "Lay down and spread your legs!" he growled.
"Yes! Yes!" Inez whimpered, but before she did, she reached for his big prick again and pulled it to her mouth. She had to taste it before he began fucking her with it. She had dreamed so many times of having Tony's cock in her mouth that she had to know what it would really be like. Her lips spread as wide apart as she could manage, but even doing so it was difficult to fit the head of Tony's prick into her mouth. She pushed her face into it, forcing the giant cock between her lips. It filled her entire mouth, ramming deep at her throat before even half of it was inside.
She wanted to use her tongue on his cock, to lick and stroke it, tease it as she did with Elliot's, but it was impossible. The sheer bulk of Tony's prick forced her tongue flat against the bottom of her mouth. Instead, Inez used her lips on it, pushing her face back and forth on it, blowing him as best she could.
Tony seemed to like what she was doing, for his hands dug hard into her shoulders and he began to pump his cock at her face. "Suck it, baby!" he groaned. "That's the way! Take Tony's cock and suck it!"
Inez's head bobbed faster and faster, her fingers toying with his heavy balls underneath, She was nearly delirious! She'd wanted this cock for so long, but never suspected just how good it would be when she really had it. She could have sucked on him until he unloaded in her mouth and been happier than she'd been in years, but she wanted even more than that now. She could get a mouthful of hot sperm from Elliot if she wanted it, but not the fucking that Tony could give her.
Her lips slid off the swollen dick and she bent her head and planted two quick kisses on his balls, then lay back on the couch, spreading herself flat and fingering her pussy to be certain it would be juicy enough for him to get inside with as little trouble as possible.
"Give it to me!" she whimpered, tossing her hips up at him and showing him the juicy pink meat of her inner cunt. "Ram it into me, Tony! Oh, baby, stick that big cock of yours into me right now!"
His breathing was like the grunts of a bull in heat as he got onto the couch and dug his knees into the cushions on either side of Inez's widespread legs. He pawed at her hole for a moment, wetting it even more, then gripped the base of his prick and aimed it between her legs.
Inez squealed with a mixture of fear and excitement as she felt the fat head of Tony's cock rubbing outside her cunt. It was still slippery wet from being inside her mouth and when he pushed down it began to go into her with ease. She felt the lips of her cunt spreading as Tony drove his cock into it, but suddenly they would spread no further and his cock was still struggling to get inside. She felt the first sharp twinge of pain shoot through her cunt and pushed up on his chest to keep him from suddenly driving hard into her.
"Easy! Easy, lover man!" she moaned. "That's a big peg for such a small hole!"
"It's not that small, baby!" he grunted. "You'll be surprised!" He pushed again and this time several inches of swollen cock rushed past the outer lips of Inez's cunt and into the virgin flesh, "Oh, God! God!" she screamed. Her head tossed from side to side on the couch as she felt him push again and feed even more of that giant prick into her tight hole. The feeling was unbelievable! It hurt, but it hurt good! She wanted it! She was being fucked at last! Fucked good!
She spread her legs wider and her cunt took him easier. She felt it pushing into her, nearly five inches deep now, and suddenly as he rammed forward she screamed and a blinding pain flashed across her eyes. She knew her cherry had finally been broken and she was bleeding, sore and swollen, but even that didn't matter now, The worst had happened and from now on there could be only pleasure.
"Give it to me! Tony, give me all of it!" she begged. She shoved her hips up from the couch and impaled herself on his cock. He drove down, drilling deep, shoving her ass back to the cushions and flattening the cheeks as the weight of him settled on her.
"Good?" he grunted. "Is it good, baby?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!" Inez screamed. She flung her arms around his neck, squeezed him tightly and fought to put her mouth on his. She kissed him long and deep as he began to move inside her, pulling the giant cock slightly out and then shoving it back home even harder, driving it still deeper as her cunt began to open for him.
With each stroke, Inez could feel his cock moving in her, the thick head swelling and pulsing against the walls of her vagina. It was like a suction when he pulled out, then like a tornado rushing into her when he fucked back down. Her hole was quivering around every inch of him, her swollen clitoris tingling as the big cock rubbed against it and set off spark after spark of excitement.
"You're good, baby!" Tony moaned. "I knew your pussy would be good like this the first time I looked at you!"
"I'm glad!" Inez sobbed. "You really like it, don't you?"
Tony's answer was to begin fucking her even harder, proving to her with his cock what words alone could not do as well. His back arched higher and higher as he pulled more cock out of her with each stroke and then drove every bit of it back down. Each stroke was like getting fucked for the first time all over again. Inez screamed with each rush of that thick, swollen prick into her hole, then begged for him to do it again.
He covered her mouth with his, kissed her hard and drilled his tongue halfway down her throat, then pulled away and rose up so he could put his lips on her tits. He grabbed a pillow from the end of the couch and told her to lift up her hips, then put the pillow in under her ass so he could fuck her even deeper. He was on his knees now, pumping hard cock into her while his mouth feasted on her tits. His teeth bit into them, gently, at first, then harder, until Inez was screaming in ecstasy. Her body had never known such an assault of pleasure!
"I'm going to come!" she whimpered. "I can't hold it back, baby! I'm going to let go!"
"Go ahead!" Tony growled. "I'm waiting for you!"
Inez felt her toes curling up, her legs stiffening as each thrust of Tony's hard cock brought her that much closer to orgasm. She could feel it building inside her like a bubbling volcano. Harder and harder he pumped and she clung to him frantically, wanting to come and yet wanting to delay it as long as possible so she could experience even more of the pleasure his fucking was giving her.
Suddenly it became impossible to hold back any more. That cock in her was just too exciting. Her body had passed the point of no return and with a shriek of joy her fingernails dug into his shoulders and her cunt began to explode. She felt the bursting inside her, coating Tony's cock with the sticky juice so that when he drilled in and out it was even more slippery and twice as exciting.
Tony began to growl and grunt, his body shivering on top of her and then she felt his cock go off. She hadn't known what to expect or how it would feel to have a man come inside her, but now she knew! She could feel it! She could feel that big, thick cock squirting load after load of hot sperm into her! The head was pulsing, as thick as an orange, it seemed!
Just the feel of Tony shooting off in her was enough to give Inez another orgasm on top of the first. She clung to him even tighter, screaming his name and shouting words that she had never uttered aloud before as they came in perfect unison.
When they both had stopped, he lay on top of her for a long while before pulling out. Inez lifted herself up onto her elbows and watched as he pulled his prick from her hole. Strands of sticky white sperm clung to the head of his cock as it broke from the hole. The shaft of it was covered with their mingled juice and the tell-tale red of her virgin blood.
"Wha-?' Tony gasped, looking down at his bloodied cock in amazement. "Jesus, what did I dc?"
"You fucked me!" Inez laughed joyfully. "Thank God! Somebody did it at last!"
"You mean-?" Tony scratched his head in confusion. "Didn't Elliot ever-"?"
"No," Inez said, her voice cold with anger suddenly. "He never fucked me. Not once, in the two years we've been married."
"But why? Is there something wrong with him?"
"Yes!" Inez spat. "He's sick! God, he's so sick, Tony! You can't imagine what it's been like for me."
Tony squeezed her thighs reassuringly. "It's all right, baby. Believe me, everything's going to be all right for you from now on."
CHAPTER SIX
"The thing of it was," Inez thought, remembering that first afternoon with Tony as the car sped along the endlessly dreary stretch of highway, "it could have been all right if we'd been more careful. Or," she reflected with sudden bitterness, looking across the seat at Elliot, "if it hadn't been for you."
She stared at her husband's face, his eyes glued straight ahead on the road with its rushing blur of sameness, then looked away, hating him even more for the blandness she saw in his eyes. He just sat there steering the car, as though his mind had never tackled a more complex thought than getting from one place to another. Inez knew differently. She had seen beyond the public mask to the corruption and depravity that was Elliot's true face-to the plotting, to the calculating of his warped mind.
Inez was never really sure just when Elliot began to suspect what was going on in the office while he was away. Perhaps he had guessed it more than known it, forcing her to confess something she could just as easily have denied in the absence of concrete proof. But it was equally possible that Elliot had anticipated what would happen even before it actually did. That he might have arranged the whole thing, in fact, was a possibility Inez had considered many times. Surely he must have known it was dangerous to throw two young, sexually frustrated people together in a situation which gave them the opportunity to do something about their frustrations, particularly if one of those people was his own wife.
That was the thorniest point of all for Inez to accept. For if it were true that Elliot had methodically, willfully given her the chance to commit adultery, then it must be equally true that he had just as methodically, just as wiUfully given her the motive. Accepting the one automatically included the other. It made a lot of sense. It answered a lot of questions about the peculiarity of their married life. But accepting this explanation also meant accepting the fact that everything which had happened between Inez and Elliot before the affair with Tony had been a he, a carefully plotted deception to lead her exactly to the point where he wanted her. By denying her the sex she needed as a woman, he was maneuvering her right into the arms of another man. And then, by hiring Tony, whose own wife could no longer keep up the sexual pace he was accustomed to, Elliot was even providing the man!
The idea was repulsive to Inez and at first she rejected it completely. She could not believe that Elliot had so little feeling for her that he could use her so ruthlessly. But the more she thought about it, particularly in light of what had happened in their lives since then, the more sense it made. She began to realize that she was nothing to him and never had been, just a pawn in a much larger game he was playing, the bait to catch what he really wanted, a puppet to be maneuvered at will. But even she could not suspect at the start just how depraved Elliot's scheme would turn out to be. At first he had done nothing more than play the part of the outraged, deceived husband.
Elliot had come back to the office unexpectedly early one afternoon, while Inez and Tony were still having sex on his couch. Fortunately for them, the front door had been locked from the inside, giving Tony enough time to hurry into his clothes and slip out the back window into the alley behind the office, while Elliot hammered on the door from the front. Inez was only half-dressed when she let him into the office, her composure so badly shaken that he must have guessed at a glance what the reason behind it was.
"You-you startled me," she stammered, not daring to look into his eyes. Her hair was messed, her blouse open down the front, both stockings off.
Elliot closed the door and locked it ominously. "What's going on, huh?" he demanded.
Inez turned away from him and started back into his private office. Her hands were shaking; her legs felt so weak with fear she was afraid her knees were going to buckle. "N-nothing, honey. I-uh-had a bad headache and I thought I'd lay down for a while. I must have dozed off."
Elliot followed right behind her, stopping in the doorway to take a quick but thorough look around the office. Inez's stockings and heels lay in the middle of the floor, right where Tony had pulled them off her. The pillows had been tossed off the couch; the window behind it was still part-way open.
"Where's Tony?"
"Tony?" A shiver of fear ran down Inez's back. "He-uh-he went out."
"Where?"
"To-uh-to show somebody one of the houses. A call came in a couple of hours ago and he went right out."
"Which house?" Elliot's face was getting darker, his eyes narrowing into cruel slits as he walked slowly across the office to his wife.
"The-the one on Chestnut Street, I think," Inez stammered. "Yes, he said the one on Chestnut Street." She started to back up, but her knees hit the couch and she stumbled backwards onto it. Elliot loomed closer until he towered directly over her, glaring down at her.
"We sold that house two days ago. I told Tony that yesterday."
"Maybe he forgot."
Elliot shook his head slowly, a strange smile breaking slowly across his face. "Huh-uh."
"Then maybe he said another one! I don't know! I told you I was asleep; I don't remember what he said!" Inez was verging on hysteria. She started to get up from the couch, but suddenly Elliot's hand flew out and struck her hard across the side of her face, sending her back against the couch with a jolt.
"How long has he been fucking you?" Elliot snarled "What?"
"I said how long has he been fucking you?" Elliot grabbed her hard by the shoulders and pulled her from the couch. He shook her violently, then slapped her across the other side of the face. "He was fucking you just now, wasn't he? Huh? Wasn't he fucking you just now, Inez?"
"Elliot! Please! You don't know what you're-" She screamed as he hit her again and again, each blow of his hand harder than the last.
"He had it in you, didn't he? Huh? Huh? Didn't he, Inez?"
He lifted his hand to strike her again, but she screamed and ducked her head. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Elliot held her firmly by the shoulders, glowering down at her, then shoved her away from him, pushing her back to the couch. "Teh me what happened."
"You just said it!" she sobbed. "What more do you want from me?"
"I want the details. How long has it been going on?"
"Three weeks. Maybe four. I don't remember."
"Was it good?"
"Elliot, please...."
"Was it good?" he shouted.
"Yes!" Anger born from the recesses of fear suddenly burst in her. It would serve him right to know what he'd driven her to, how much more pleasure she could find with another man than with him. "Yes! It was very, very good!"
She had thought he would fly into a rage when she told him this, but instead, he began to smile and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He lit it casually, then pulled up a chair and sat in front of her.
"Tell me about it," he said easily.
"Arc you crazy! What do you want me to tell you?" Inez was even more terrified by this abruptly casual pose he was striking than she had been by his rage. There was something positively demonic in the way he was looking at her, sitting there waiting for her to tell him everything that she and Tony had done.
"What else did he do besides fuck you?"
"I'm not going to-"
"What else?" he snarled, raising his fist threateningly. "Did he make you suck him?"
"Yes." Inez lowered her head in shame. Somehow, telling Elliot these things made them seem dirty, when doing them with Tony had been wonderfully free and joyous.
"Oh, he did, huh? He made you put it in your mouth. Did he come in your mouth?"
Inez started to cry and covered her face with her hands, but Elliot pulled them away and forced he to look at him.
"Did you swallow his come when you sucked him?"
"Yes!" she moaned. "Please, Elliot-"
"What else did he do? Did he fuck your ass too?"
"No, he didn't."
"He should have, baby," Elliot chuckled "He doesn't know what he's missing! Or maybe you just didn't get around to that yet, huh? Too busy with other things."
Inez started to get up from the couch, feeling as though she would be sick, but Elliot pushed her back down.
"I'm not finished yet, baby. You just sit right where you are."
"Why do you-"
"I guess he's got a big cock, huh?"
"Elliot-"
Anger flickered again in his eyes. "Does he? Huh? Is it a big one?"
"Yes!"
"Bigger than mine?"
"Yes!"
"How much bigger?"
"Why are you asking me these questions?"
"How much bigger?"
"A few inches! I don't know how much bigger it is!"
"Do you like his better than mine?"
"Elliot, how can I-"
"Do you?"
"I don't know!" she shrieked. The inside of her head felt like it was going to blow apart.
"You don't know, huh?" Elliot began to chuckle under his breath. He took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke at her face. "Well, maybe we'd better give you a chance to find out which cock you like better, baby!" He started to laugh and the sound ran through the marrow of Inez's bones. "Yes, I think that's just what we're going to do!"
As she stared out the car window at the rushing monotony of the Southern landscape-the neon-lit fried chicken parlors, the 19-cent hamburger stands, the endless string of cheap motels, the clusters of tarpaper shacks, the drive-in movies with triple horror features and hot coffee free every Friday night, the fruit and vegetable stalls laden with produce rotting in the sun, the gas stations, the truck stops, the squalid developments-Inez wondered if she could have stopped it all back then, if she could have said no to Elliot's plan and refused to have any part in it.
He might have beaten her, of course. As it was, she had bruises on her face and body for weeks afterward. He might also have threatened to divorce her, knowing full well that her parents would never take her back, especially if they learned on what grounds a divorce had been granted. But somehow, neither of these threats could really justify her part in what happened, and Inez knew it all too well. There was something more to it, some deeper motive which even now she could not admit, even to herself, although in the back of her mind she knew it was the only legitimate explanation of why she had gone along with Elliot's scheme.
His plan was really quite simple. Inez was to tell Tony that Elliot suspected nothing, that he had accepted her story of falling asleep in the office and they were in the clear.
Tony was overjoyed by this news. "That's great, babe!" he laughed, hugging Inez close to him and squeezing her buttocks with both hands. "How about we go in on the couch and celebrate?"
"No." Inez pulled away from him. "We can't do that anymore; it's too dangerous."
"Oh, come on!" Tony moaned. "We got a great thing going, baby, let's not end it now!" He pulled her close again and rubbed his hips from side to side against her so she could feel the bulging pressure of his erect cock against her belly. "Besides," he chuckled, "we started something yesterday that we didn't finish yet."
"No, Tony, no!" she protested, trying to wriggle free of his encircling arms.
"Baby! Hey, baby, come on!" he persisted. "I need you." He took her hand and pressed it down onto the hard lump of cock pushing from inside his pants. "What more proof do you want? You can't leave a guy like this!"
Inez felt her fingers trembling as Tony moved them slowly up and down along the length of his erect penis. She wanted it so badly she was almost choking with desire, but she had to shake her head no and continue struggling against him. "We can't, Tony. Not here, not anymore. What if Elliot came back again, just to check up on us?"
"So what? Let him! He doesn't want you anyway."
Inez swallowed hard with the bitter truth of that statement. "We can't," she said weakly. "Not here, Tony."
"Then where, for crissake?"
"At my house."
"What?"
"He's going away for a day or so on a business trip. He told me so last night. He'll be gone at least one night and I'll be alone in the house. You can come over then."
"When will this be?"
"Tomorrow, I think he said."
"Sounds good, baby," Tony grinned. "But what about my immediate problem? I can't carry this around with me for two days, can I?"
Inez had sworn to Elliot that she wouldn't have sex again with Tony until she had lured him to the house. He wanted her to work Tony up to the point where he would come without hesitation or a moment's thought that it might, indeed, be a trap. But as her fingers felt the pulsing strength of the young Italian's cock she knew it was a promise she couldn't keep.
"Come on," he urged. "Five minutes on the couch. Maybe even less, the way I feel right now."
"No. We can't." She saw the look of anger coming over Tony's face and her hand tightened on his prick. "Not that, anyway."
"Then what?"
"Lock the door."
"It's already locked," he grinned. Her fingers found the tab of his zipper and tugged it slowly down, then fished inside his pants for his cock. She found it and brought it out, played with it for a few moments until it was standing straight up and rock hard. "Lean back against the desk," she murmured huskily. As Tony braced his weight on the desk, Inez slipped to her knees in front of him. She grasped his cock at its base and pointed it out straight at her mouth. She rubbed the tip of it against her moist lips, darted her tongue up and down its length to wet it. Then, just before she sucked it into her mouth, she looked up at him and whispered, "This is the best I can do for you now. I'll do more tomorrow night, I promise."
Tony laughed and grasped her head in both hands, pulling her closer as he pressed his hips forward and rammed his giant prick deep into her mouth. "That's all right, baby," he groaned, as the tingling pleasure of Inez's moist lips and tongue began to work over him, "this'll do just fine for now!"
Inez was a bundle of nerves the next night as she waited at the house for Tony. She had told him to be there by eight and it was already quarter past the hour. Half of her was glad that he was late and hoped he'd had second thoughts about it and wouldn't come at all, but the other half was smoldering with frustration. She lit one cigarette from the butt end of another and paced restlessly back and forth across the living room. If he didn't come it would be all over, the decision taken out of her hands, and Elliot couldn't blame her for anything. At the same time, though, if Tony didn't come it would mean going back to living as she had before, with no pleasure for herself, no joy in being a woman, nothing to look forward to at night but servicing Elliot's perverted needs.
She was just about to pick up the phone and call him, regardless of the consequences, when the doorbell rang. She ran to answer it. "Where have you been?" she snapped as soon as Tony was inside the house, "I've been worried sick that you weren't going to come."
"Shirley gave me some shit about leaving her alone," he laughed. "She's afraid she's going to drop the damn kid any minute now."
"What did you tell her?"
"Does it matter?" He pulled Inez to him and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue ramming almost to the back of her throat. His hands slipped inside the filmy peignoir she was wearing and up to her breasts. He toyed with both nipples, pinching and playing with them while he kissed her until they began to swell firm and hard.
"No," Inez moaned. "Nothing matters but this, Tony."
They kissed again and this time Tony's hands slid down her body to her thighs. He squeezed hard, then shoved one hand forward to cup the wiry bush between her legs. Inez jumped with excited surprise as she felt his fingers playing in the hair around her cunt, toying with the moistening slit while his tongue went wild inside her mouth.
She pulled away from him, gasping for breath. "Well!" she laughed. "That's the kind of welcome a girl really likes to get!"
"Come here and I'll give you something else you'll like!" Tony growled. His hands slid down his legs, emphasizing the strong thrust of cock pushing against his pants.
"Would you like something to drink?" Inez asked.
"Are you kidding?" Tony laughed. Then, grinning wickedly, he moved toward her again and seized her cunt through the soft peignoir. "Ask me if I'd like something to eat, though!"
His hand squeezed her cunt mound rhythmically, his fingers working steadily into the parting lips as Inez's excitement mounted and she began to open for him.
"Take that thing off," he growled. When Inez made no move to do so herself, he roughly pulled open the ribbons and pushed it off her body. He stood looking at her lush nakedness for a moment, then with an animal-like snarl of desire he dropped to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her legs.
She felt his teeth nipping at the hair around her cunt as his tongue searched for the opening of her hole. His lips were like branding irons on her inner thighs, the darting point of his tongue like an electric prod. She could feel her insides smoldering with desire as his tongue traced lazy circles around the outside of her cunt and his lips began to nibble on her. Suddenly he pried apart her legs with both hands and pressed his face even deeper, his tongue going into her instantly and deep.
"Oh, Tony!" she gasped. "Tony! Tony! Tony!" It felt like he'd buried his entire tongue in her cunt! She could feel it wriggling around inside her, licking her moist tunnel from both sides, pulling back and forth and batting at the swelling clitoris. Her hands dug into his hair, her thighs pressed tighter together on his cheeks, trapping his face in her flesh.
It was so good having that tongue in there! She rocked slowly back and forth on her heels, pressing her cunt tighter and tighter against his face, spreading herself even wider so he could get that hot, licking tongue even deeper!
Tony's hands lifted up her tits and he began to pinch and play with her hardened nipples while he ate her. The double stimulation of cunt and tits at the same time was almost too much for Inez to stand. She began to moan and sob with joy, tossing her head from side to side and grinding her hairy cunt on Tony's hungry mouth. She could easily have let him finish her this way. Only a few more minutes of that hot tongue and she would be creaming all over his mouth. But she had to stop him, as much as her body told her to let him continue.
He clung stubbornly to her cunt as she tried to push his face away. He wanted to taste her juice and wasn't going to give up easily, but Inez was able to push him off. He looked up at her with a puzzled expression. "What's the matter? Didn't you like it?"
"I loved it!" Inez sobbed.
"Then why'd you stop me before you came? I wanted to make you come with my tongue."
"You can, Tony. But not here."
"What's wrong with here?"
"Let's go upstairs. To my bedroom."
"What's wrong with where we are?"
"We've never made love in a bed before. Please?" She held out her hand to him as she started toward the stairs. "Please, Tony?"
He laughed and shook his head. "All right! You're the boss!"
As she led him up the stairs to her bedroom, Inez felt fear gnawing at her insides with each step she took. She didn't know what was going to happen once they got up there. Elliot had never explained his plan any further than bringing Tony to the house and getting him up to the bedroom.
The closet door was open, Inez noticed. Not enough to see inside, but enough that anyone standing inside could easily see the bed. She tried not to look at it as she led Tony across the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes, honey," she murmured, hoping the mounting fear inside her would not be evident in her voice.
Tony stripped quickly, leaving his clothes scattered over the floor. His cock was semi-erect when he pulled off his underpants and came to the bed where Inez waited for him. She reached for it and cupped it softly in her hand, felt it begin to pulse and slowly harden as she moved the skin rhythmically up and down.
"You like playing with my dick, don't you?" Tony laughed.
Inez looked quickly at the open closet door and felt a surge of the strangest excitement she had ever felt in her life race through her. "Yes," she said distinctly. "I do."
"And it likes having you play with it! Look at the little bastard!"
Inez didn't have to look. She could feel in her hand how big it had grown, how hard it was, how swollen the tip had become since she'd started playing with it. "Who says it's a little bastard?" she teased. She bent her head and put a quick, wet kiss on the head of Tony's cock. It jumped with appreciation, the tip swelling even more and turning a dark red color.
"There's something I've got to finish," Tony said. He dropped to his knees in front of the bed and put Inez's legs over his shoulders. He stared into her crotch for a moment, his eyes dancing with appreciation of the beauty of her wide-open cunt.
His tongue tickled outside his mouth and darted quickly from side to side as he moved his face between her legs until he was once again licking the wiry pubes around her hole.
Tony's back was to the closet, but Inez was sitting directly in front of it. She stared boldly at the blackness through the open crack, knowing that Elliot was standing there watching as Tony's tongue reached her hole and began to prod inside it. "Let him look!" her mind screamed. "Let him see how another man can excite me more than he ever did! Let him!"
Her hands came down behind Tony's head and pressed his face closer, then held him there while he began to eat her. This time when his tongue went into her she screamed loud with joy. For just a moment she wondered if the excitement rocketing through her was coming entirely from the force of Tony's tongue moving inside her cunt or if much of it came from her knowledge that her husband was watching another man eat her. But then, as Tony's tongue picked up a stronger tempo, it no longer mattered. All that she cared about was the feeling itself, and that was strong enough to make her burst within minutes after Tony's tongue began its work.
Her fingers clung to his hair, pushing his face deep between her thighs while she came. She screamed and moaned like a wild woman, feeling the hot juice trickling out of her and being lapped up by Tony's tongue. "Yes! Yes!" she sobbed. "Drink me! Oh, Tony, drink me dry!"
His tongue stayed inside her until he'd gathered every drop of her secret fluid, then his head pulled slowly out from between her thighs. There was a wild grin on his face and when he stood up his cock was harder and bigger than Inez had ever seen it, "You liked that, huh?" he chuckled. "Old Tony did a pretty good job, I guess!"
"Yes! Yes!" Inez sobbed. She lay flat on her back and lifted her arms to him. She wanted him inside her now, to take that throbbing big cock between the lips of her cunt and impale herself on it, feel it thrusting so deep into her that when it exploded its load of sperm it would shoot right into her belly! "Come to me!" she begged. "Give it to me, Tony! Now! Give me that big thing of yours now!"
"Oh, you bet, baby! You bet you're going to get it!" Tony came down on top of her, his cock like a bar of steel against her belly as he kissed her hard and pried open her legs with his, settling between them. He arched himself up, guiding his cock into position with one hand while he braced his weight with the other.
Inez felt the swollen tip of his prick outside the lips of her cunt, pushing hard, then suddenly bursting through and, aided by the wetness left over from his mouthing down there, slipping easily into her. She sucked in her breath as the bigness of it began to fill her. It was like a solid wedge was being driven into her! She flung her legs up from the bed and wrapped them around Tony's buttocks, pushing down on his ass with her heeis to make him drive that cock into her all the way. He pushed down and his prick sank deep, ramming ah the way home.
Inez went blind for a moment, colored lights spinning before her eyes. She choked on her own sobs and flung her arms around Tony's hairy back, her mouth smothering his with kisses. It was so good foi her! She had never known a cock could feel that good inside her!
"Fuck me, baby!" she moaned. "Oh, lover man, fuck me! Fuck me until I can't stand up!"
Tony began to move his cock in and out of her, first in slow, measured strokes and then, as his passion mounted, faster and faster. She felt his heavy balls slapping against the crack between her cunt and ass as he came down again and again, drilling that giant prick so deep that each time it was all the way in her she had to gasp for air. And still she begged for more!
"Oh, baby!" Tony grunted. "I feel your cunt opening up! Oh, honey, is it ever opening up for me!"
"Yes! For you!" she sobbed. "For you, Tony! Take me! Fill me with that cock! Oh, Tony, give it to me harder!"
His chest slammed down onto her tits as he drove his cock in and out of her, faster and faster, each thrust seeming to reach even deeper into the juicy tunnel. She felt it pulsing in her, swelling each time he thrust it in, seeming to grow even harder with each stroke.
Even though she had just come, Inez could feel her cunt twitching again and knew that at any moment she was going to burst with another orgasm. She clung tightly to Tony's shoulders, biting on her lip to keep from screaming. She wanted to wait for him, to come with him and experience the double thrill of having him go off inside her while she was creaming on him.
Suddenly his strokes became almost frenzied, his cock flying in and out of her in short, sharp jabs. She looked at his face, saw the twisted grimace, the tightly clenched eyes and knew that he was getting ready to come. She relaxed the tension of her cunt, letting herself go, and when she felt him shoot the first hot wad of sperm into her she was ready to join him.
She clung to him, screaming and sobbing as his cock fired round after round of sticky hot cream deep into her cunt and she answered it with the steady flow of her own juice. It seemed to go on forever, but it was over far too soon. Tony's weight collapsed on her and she could feel his prick beginning to shrink in her.
"Wow, baby!" he laughed weakly. "That's what I call sex!"
Suddenly he froze as the sound of laughter behind him startled them both. Tony pulled brutally out of her and turned to confront Elliot standing naked beside the bed.
"My turn now?" he chuckled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Elliot! What in hell-!" Tony turned frantically from Elliot to Inez and back again several times, his face wild with fear and confusion.
Inez drew herself up so that her legs shielded her cunt, still sopping wet with the combined juices from her own and Tony's body. She stared defiantly at Elliot, feeling a strange pleasure weUing up in her from the knowledge that he had watched her get fucked by another man, seen her wild with a passion that he had never given her. "Well?" she snapped. "What now? You're a little late, Elliot. The show's over."
"Not by a long shot, my dear," Elliot chuckled.
"What the hell is going on here?" Tony demanded. At first, seeing Elliot in the room, he had been struck almost motionless with the fear of being discovered by the man whose wife he had just fucked. But now, seeing the strange smile on Elliot's face rather than the outrage he had expected, Tony didn't know what to make of the situation. Somehow, although he hadn't the slightest idea how or why, he suspected he was being somebody's dupe and this was beginning to make him more angry than fearful of any reprisal from Elliot.
"Just a little contest, you might say," Elliot told him. "Or a bet between my wife and me. That might be a better way of putting it."
"You were here all the time?" Tony sputtered. As Elliot nodded his head yes and his face broadened into an even wider grin, Tony's face narrowed with mounting anger. "And you watched everything?"
"The whole business. Quite an impressive performance, I might add. I'm sorry I didn't have a camera on hand. The next time I think I will."
"Next-!" Tony turned accusingly to Inez. "You knew this? You knew he was watching us?"
She nodded her head, avoiding the harshness in his eyes. "I knew."
"Jesus H. Christ! You're as sick as he is! And here I was feeling sorry for you-"
"Very noble," Elliot mocked. "Your self-sacrificing interest in my wife's happiness touches me deeply, although I'm not sure I agree with your methods."
"You can go to hell!" Tony shouted. He started to get up from the bed. "I'm getting out of here before I-"
In a flash, Elliot pounced on him, pushing him back onto the bed. The smile had gone from his face now, his eyes clouded with smoldering anger, his jaw tightly clenched. "You're not going anywhere, boy," he warned. "Not until I'm ready to let you go."
"Look, what is this?" Tony said. The abrupt change in Elliot's manner had startled him, brought back his original fright.
"I told you. Inez and I have a little bet, a question we want settled."
"What kind of bet!"
"About whose cock she likes better. Yours or mine."
"Oh, for crissake! You two are-"
"Tony," Inez pleaded, grabbing onto his arm, "it wasn't my idea, believe me. He found out about the other day. He was going to make trouble unless I went along with this."
Another tingle of fear ran down Tony's spine. "You-you knew?"
"I knew."
"Then what's this ah about? What're you trying to prove?"
"It's quite simple, really. I'm trying to prove to my wife that she doesn't have to fuck around with other men to get her kicks."
"And ... just how do you expect to prove that?" Tony asked.
"Simple," Elliot said, his face twisted into a strange smile. "We're both going to fuck her and then Inez will tell us which one she liked better."
Tony stared at him for a long moment in complete disbelief, then shook his head violently no. "Huh-uh! You settle this thing without me. I want no part of it!"
"But you're already a part of it. You're not getting out now."
"No?" Tony started to get up from the bed, then changed his mind and sat back down again as Elliot's fists clenched and his eyes narrowed into threatening slits.
"No, you're not. You're in this deep, boy, and you're not getting out as easy as you'd like to. You're going to stay here and do just what I tell you to do."
"And what if I don't?"
"Then I'll have to have a little talk with that wife of yours."
"Tony, please," Inez begged, "he'll do it. I know he'll do it unless you do what he says."
Tony covered his face with his hands, shook his head from side to side hopelessly. "What do you want me to do?" he said at last.
Elliot's smile broadened. "That's using your head, boy. That's being very smart." He motioned with his hand to Inez. "Lay down and spread your legs for him."
Inez leaned back on the bed again, turning her face away from Elliot. She felt shame coursing through her like a searing heat and yet, deep down, she also felt a mounting sense of excitement over what was happening. She could feel the tingling in her belly, born from the expectation of having Tony back inside her and the knowledge that her husband would be standing right there, watching it happen, directing it.
"Now you, get on top of her. Let's see if you can give her another one like you just did, huh?"
"I-I can't!" Tony stammered.
"What?"
"I can't! I can't even get it up!"
"Inez!" Her head snapped to attention as Elliot cracked out the order. "Your little friend needs some help."
She looked down at Tony's pathetically shrivelled cock and then up into his eyes. She knew it was fear and shame that was holding him back. Her hand went down to his soft little prick and cupped it gently. "Come here, baby," she murmured, pulling lightly on his cock so that he slid his body up over hers. "Relax," she told him. "Don't think about anything except me and it'll be all right. You'll see." She tugged on him again, until his cock was swinging directly over her face, his knees pressed in on her sides. "Give it to me," she murmured.
Lifting her head up from the bed, she licked Tony's dangling balls, urging him to squat down on her face and feed his limp dick into her mouth. Her hands squeezed his ribs, bringing him down until his prick brushed over her lips. Her tongue darted out to it, captured it and lapped it into her mouth.
As she sucked on it, Inez felt Tony's cock beginning to respond. He shifted his weight so he could feed it down to her easier, balancing himself on his hands and knees over her bobbing head. Slowly his prick began to swell between Inez's lips, the tip of it pushing further into her mouth until it began to strike deep in the back of her throat. She had to urge him up a little to keep from choking on the hardening cock. While she darted her tongue around and around on him, her fingers toyed with his balls, juggling them slowly up and down. Her middle finger explored further, scratching through the hair under his balls until she found the crack of Tony's ass. She toyed with it, feeling the sphincter muscles tighten as her fingernail tried to work inside his ass. His cock grew harder as she played with him, until finally he was as stiff as he was the first time. She pushed him gently up, licking his cock wildly as he pulled it out of her mouth.
"There!" Elliot laughed. "That's more like it. Great little mouth my wife has, huh? No man alive could resist what she does with that tongue!"
Neither Tony nor Inez were paying any attention to Elliot now. Their mutual excitement was so strong that he might just as well not have been there. Their only concern was the feel of each other's body as Tony slid into position above Inez and fixed his cock outside her hole for the initial thrust. Her legs spread wide for him. Her arms clung to his back as she urged him down.
As his prick began to enter her, she moaned and sought his mouth, but Tony turned his head away from her, averting the kiss. Once the head of his cock was in her, he bore down hard, pushing the entire shaft of swollen meat into her with one brutal thrust. His balls slapped hard against her ass; his wiry black pubes ground into the soft flesh of her belly.
"Tony! Easy, baby! Easy!" Inez whimpered. Even though she had just been fucked by him, the sudden force of all that cock rushing into her had been painful. She wrapped her arms around him to hold him steady for a moment while she grew used to him in her, but it was useless. Tony seemed intent on fucking her as quickly and as painfully as possible. He reared back, his cock slipping almost all the way out of her hole, then slammed forward with the same hard thrust. A sharp jolt of pain ripped into Inez's belly.
"Tony!" she begged. "Not so hard yet, please!"
Again he pulled out and again he thrust down savagely, as though he wanted to rip her insides open. His cock hammered deep, held for a moment, then pulled out to attack her again. She tried to force him to slow down by tightening the muscles of her cunt, but he only pushed more brutally and the pain in her doubled.
"What's wrong with you?" she screamed. "Stop it! Stop it!"
She writhed in under him, her breasts irritated by the coarseness of his chest hair as she squirmed. She tried throwing his weight off her, closing him out when he withdrew for a new thrust, but nothing she could do would stop the savage onslaught of his fucking.
As her head turned on the pillow, Inez suddenly saw Elliot's face. He was watching her intently, his eyes glittering with excitement as he witnessed the suffering she was enduring. His tongue wet his lips and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. "He wants to see this!" Inez thought. "This is just what he wanted to happen!" Her eyes dropped lower and she saw Elliot's cock, stiff and swollen with lust, his hand pumping it frantically as he watched her being fucked. "No! No!" her mind screamed. "You're not going to enjoy this! You're not!"
She turned away from him, willing herself to accept the hard thrusting of Tony's prick in her. She tossed her hips up at him, opening herself wider so the pain of his strokes wouldn't be as intense. Slowly, forcing herself to accept him, she began to move in rhythm to his thrusts. Her hips lifted off the mattress as he pulled away, following the retreat of his cock and then hugging it with her warm tube as he shoved it back into her. By these degrees, she began to feel herself responding to him as she had before, to take his cock willingly and beg for more with her body.
"Yes!" she screamed aloud. "Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me just like that! Oh, baby, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Even as the last scream died on her lips, she saw Elliot's face cloud with anger. Their eyes met and held for a single moment of the most intense hatred Inez had ever known, then he moved out of her line of vision. An instant later she felt Tony's body stiffen against her. His head snapped up, his cock stopping its motions inside her.
"Hey!" he yelled. "What the hell-?" And then he emitted a scream that cut through Inez like a knife. His body arched up, trying to turn over, and in that instant Inez saw Elliot behind him, forcing Tony back down on top of her.
"Shut up!" Elliot snarled. "You asked for this, boy! You asked for this kind of trouble!"
"Jesus! I'll Mil you! I swear to Jesus I'll kill you!"
"Elliot, what are-" Inez stopped in mid-sentence. Another scream from Tony told her exactly what her husband was doing, why he was climbing on top of Tony, why his face was twisted so savagely. She felt the weight of him pressing down on her as he forced himself into Tony's ass, sandwiching the boy between himself and Inez.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh, God!" Tony screamed. "I'll kill you! Ohhhhhhh! Jesus God! Stop it! Stop it! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Suddenly Elliot thrust forward, surging his entire weight onto Tony's back and pressing him down on Inez. She saw his face for just a moment, the look of triumph in his eyes, the savage cry of conquest written all over him. Then, with Tony's cock still in her, she felt Elliot moving in and out of the boy's ass, his strokes rough and brutal, his added weight on top of her almost unbearable.
"Elliot, get off him!" she screamed. "Stop this! Elliot, you're insane! Stop it!"
But nothing was going to stop him. She knew that now, as surely as she finally understood why he had done everything else. It was leading up to this all along. All of it. The years of depriving her of sex, the arrangement he had so conveniently made for her with Tony, the threats, the scheme-it had all been for this. He had married her and forced her into adultery as an excuse for this moment. No amount of screams or pleas would stop him after all of that.
"Tony, I didn't know," she whimpered. "Please, believe me! I never dreamed-"
"Shut up!" he snarled in her face. And then, to her horror, she felt him beginning to swell inside her once again, his prick coming back into erection. As Elliot's body slammed in and out of Tony's ass, the boy began to arch himself up so he could once again fuck Inez. His face was wild with hatred, as though he would take out on her all the rage for what was being done to him.
She lay trapped beneath the weight of the two men, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth sobbing into the pillow. She could feel them moving on top of her: Elliot as he pulled in and out of Tony; Tony as he drove himself into her. Their grunts rang in her ears; the sweat from their bodies dripped down onto hers; their thrusting drove her deeper and deeper into the mattress.
"You won't forget this, huh?" Elliot snarled. "No, you won't forget this night, boy. It'll be a long time before you fuck around with somebody else's wife again, huh? Huh? Won't it, huh?"
Tony didn't answer. His cock, driving into Inez as savagely as possible, was all the answer he needed to give.
"You asleep?"
Inez blinked her eyes open in surprise, turned her head and saw Elliot behind the wheel of the car. For a moment she was startled speechless. Her remembrance of that night had been so real it seemed impossible she had only been thinking it and not reliving it. She shook her head groggily. "No, I'm not asleep. I was just thinking."
"Want to stop somewhere for something to eat?"
"Where are we?"
"I'm not sure. We crossed over the Florida line about an hour ago."
"How much longer till we get there?"
"We won't make it before tomorrow morning; we'll have to stop somewhere for the night."
"Then let's go as far as we can before we stop for food," she said wearily. "I'm sick of this trip already."
Elliot grunted and turned back to the road, but Inez continued to stare at him. "Look at you," she thought contemptuously. "Mister Propriety, driving your wife to Florida for a well-earned vacation. Or are you getting out of town because it's a little too hot for you back there?"
She almost laughed aloud as she turned back to the window on her side of the car. "How many people back home know about you, Elliot?" she thought bitterly. "Not counting Tony, of course, who's been gone for two years now. The others, I mean. How many are there in that little film library of yours? Do you even remember all their names?" Inez put her head wearily back against the seat and closed her eyes again. "No, the joke really is do I remember all their names."
When Tony left that night she had sworn to Elliot that it would never happen again, that she would never let herself be part of anything so depraved, no matter what threats he made. He had just smiled at her and said, "That's up to you, dear Inez. It's entirely up to you."
"What do you mean, it's up to me?"
"You're the one who seduced Tony, not me. I simply gave your little boyfriend what he deserved."
"You know it was more than that, damn you! You wanted me to have an affair with him!"
"Did I? Well, then it should be easy for you to avoid having it happen again, shouldn't it? I mean if you know what I want and you say it's not what you want, then it's simply a matter of not giving me what I want, isn't it?" He laughed again and squeezed her arm hard. "But do you know something, my dear? I have a sneaking suspicion that in time you will realize we both want the same thing."
"Never!" Inez swore, shouting it in his face, but he had only laughed again and told her, "We'll see."
After that night, life became as unbearable for her as it had been before Tony. He never came back to the office, not even to collect the money that was due him, and his absence created a bigger void in Inez's life than she would have imagined. At first she tried to tell herself she would get over it, that all it would take was a period of adjustment so she could reorient herself, but as days stretched into weeks and weeks into months she realized she was only kidding herself.
Tony had awakened the sensuality in her, made her a woman with a sexual hunger for her own satisfaction, and no amount of self-delusion could change that fact. If anything, she needed sex more now that she had savored its richness than she had when it was still something denied her by Elliot. She would feel it come over her during the day, a burning in her loins for the touch of a man's hand and the feel of his weight on top of her, making love to her. At night the pain of it was unbearable. She would beg Elliot to make love to her as Tony had, to fuck her like a man, but her tears would win her nothing but a slap or a brutal assault on her mouth or anus. Her cunt, the center of all her burning desires, remained untouched by him.
Sometimes Elliot would mock her need. He would play with her with his fingers until she moaned for him to do more, climb on top of her and brush the opening of her cunt with the tip of his penis until she begged him to put it into her, then laughingly roll back onto his side of the bed and leave her sobbing hysterically.
She knew why he would do these things, what he wanted her to do, but she steadfastly refused. The memory of Tony's face that night, his screams, the savage way he had avenged himself on her was still fresh in her mind and she swore never to have it happen again. But promises can be endured only so long once they become painful to keep. Inez knew that as long as she held out, as long as she stuck to her promise, she was torturing Elliot as much as he was torturing her. But, at the same time, she was inflicting torture on herself.
It would be so easy, she began to argue, to give in. What did it matter if someone else got hurt in the process? As long as she got what she wanted out of it, why should she be concerned if Elliot's depravity inflicted pain on anyone else? Should she be the only person in the world to endure suffering? She was no saint, never would be. So why the great concern for someone she'd never see again, who would mean nothing more to her than a means to an end?
And so the bargain was struck. She went to Elliot one night and told him, tears streaming down both cheeks, that she couldn't stand it any longer. She was willing to give in, to go along with him.
"That's very sensible, Inez," he told her. "For the first time since I've known you, you're talking sense."
"I just want to know one thing, Elliot," she said. "Why?"
"What do you mean, why?"
"Why does it have to be like this? Why can't we just live like other people do?"
His face tightened and he stared at her harshly for several minutes before answering. "Because," he finally told her, "we are not like other people. Neither of us. We never were and we never will be and the sooner you begin to realize that, the sooner you're going to accept things for what they are."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Why are you slowing down?" The sudden decrease in speed startled Inez back into consciousness.
"To take a look."
"At what?" She stared ahead at the twilight road with no diner or motel in sight. Just the bleak, flat stretch of highway she had seen all the way along this trip.
"At that." Elliot pointed just ahead of them to the side of the road, to the figure standing along the berm, hitchhiking, a guitar slung over one shoulder and a duffel bag over the other.
"You going to pick him up?"
"We'll see in a minute." Elliot slowed the car down to a near crawl as they passed the figure. "Well! What do you know about that!" he laughed. He braked the car hard and steered to the shoulder and stopped.
"Are you crazy? You never picked up a hitchhiker before!"
"This one's different." Elliot turned his head and smiled, motioning to the back door as the figure ran toward the car.
"I think you've gone mad," Inez protested. "I really think you've gone mad! Picking up a beatnik on this kind of highway-"
The back door opened and with a scramble the hitchhiker got into the car. "Gee, thanks a lot, Mister. I've been standing out there for nearly an hour."
Inez turned in surprise and just before the back door slammed shut she caught a quick glimpse of the hitchhiker's face. It wasn't a boy at all! It was a girl, probably no more than twenty years old, with long black hair and a soft, doe-like face.
"It's all right," Elliot said cheerily. "Where you headed?"
"Where are you headed?" the girl laughed. "Miami."
"Oh, I'm not going as far as that. I'll only hitch for about twenty more miles if you don't mind."
"We don't mind at all." Elliot put the car back into gear and swung out onto the highway. "What's your name?"
"Naomi," she said. Her voice was strangely husky. Not harsh or grating, but low-pitched and slightly rasping.
"My name's Elliot Browne. This is my wife Inez."
"Glad to meet you." The girl bounced forward, resting her elbows on the back of the front seat and her chin on her fists. In the glow of the dashboard, Inez could see the girl's face more clearly. She had a gamin-like quality to her looks. The mouth was a little too big, the nose slightly too small, the eyes mischievous but radiant with color. "Like I said, I was standing out there for over an hour, with all this Southern hospitality just whizzing right past as if they didn't even see me. I couldn't believe it when you pulled over."
"Do you live down here, Naomi?" Elliot asked.
She laughed, a low-keyed, lilting laugh. "Well, yes and no."
"Oh?"
"No, I don't live here; my home's in New Jersey. But yes, I do live here because I'm going to school in Lakeland. We're on vacation right now, so I'm kind of bumming around to visit friends."
"Isn't that rather dangerous?" Inez asked, feeling as though she had to say something before Elliot completely dominated the conversation.
"Dangerous?" The girl's nose wrinkled questioningly. "In what way?"
"Well ... I mean, a young girl like you traveling by herself...."
Naomi laughed loudly. "I can take care of myself! Besides, what's there to be afraid of? If some guy needs it bad enough to try raping me, it's kind of my obligation to give it to him willingly. Don't you think?"
Elliot laughed out loud and Inez almost choked. "Are you serious?" she asked.
"Sure! That's the trouble with the world today. There's not enough love between people. If there was more of that and less suspicion, people would get along a whole lot better."
"She's got a point," Elliot said.
"She certainly does," Inez said pointedly. She dug into her purse for a cigarette, shook one out for herself and offered the pack to Naomi.
"No, thanks. I don't smoke. At least," she giggled, "that!"
Inez sat back in her seat and smoked in silence while Elliot and the girl talked. She wasn't even listening to what they were saying; she knew what the conclusion was going to be. She should have figured it from the moment Elliot slowed down. It had been two weeks since the afternoon with Bobby, the newsboy. Two weeks was a long time for Elliot to go without corrupting somebody new, she thought caustically.
She had just finished her cigarette when the car began to slow down again. "There's a motel over there with a restaurant," Elliot said. "How about we stop there for the night, honey?"
"Honey!" Inez almost threw up. "He puts on quite an act when he wants to."
"It's up to you," she said aloud.
"Looks like a good place. Let's take a chance." He began to edge the car into the right lane for the turnoff.
"If you folks are stopping for the night, I guess I'd better get out here," Naomi said.
"Why?" Elliot asked, so innocently that Inez knew for certain what he was up to.
"Well, it's not much further to where I'm going. If I catch another ride I can be there before it gets too late."
"And if you can't catch another ride?" Naomi shrugged her shoulders. "I'll worry about that when it happens."
"Nothing doing," Elliot insisted. "You can at least have something to eat with us. You must be hungry."
"Well...."
"Then it's settled." Elliot pulled off the highway and up into the motel parking lot. He braked the car in front of the office and turned off the ignition. "I'll go register first, okay?"
Without waiting for a counter-suggestion, he got out of the car and went quickly up the steps to the motel office. Naomi settled back in the seat and began to strum softly on her guitar, as though she knew instinctively there was nothing she and Inez had to say to each other. A few minutes later, Elliot was back with a key.
"We're right down here. Cabin ten. Tell you what, you girls are probably tired and would appreciate a chance to wash up. Why don't I give you the key, Inez, and you and Naomi go down there while I get some hamburgers from the restaurant? It'll probably be more comfortable eating in the room anyway."
Inez gave him a long, hard look as she took the key from his hand, reading in his eyes exactly what he wanted her to do. There was no use fighting it; they were into this thing over their necks already. She nodded wearily and got out of the car. With Naomi trailing behind, she walked to the cabin and went inside.
"This is nice!" the girl exclaimed. "Real nice, isn't it?"
Inez shrugged. "Standard," she muttered. She suddenly felt more weary than she'd ever felt in her life. Like a puppet that's been dragged out of its box and put through its routines so many times the ropes were beginning to fray, the stuffing spill out, the costume fall limply when it danced.
"I've never been in a motel before; so I don't know," Naomi confided. "It's nicer than I expected. I always thought motels were kind of ... well, ... seedy, you know?"
"It's not the furnishings that make a motel seedy," Inez said. "It's the people who stay in them!"
Naomi looked at her strangely, then half-laughed. "I guess that's true. I never thought of it quite that way before."
"Do you want to wash up or anything? If you do, go ahead. My back hurts from sitting up so long; I'm going to kick off my shoes and stretch out until Elliot gets back."
"Yeah, I'd like to." Naomi hesitated for a moment, then added, "In fact, if-no, forget it."
"If what?"
"I was going to say, if you didn't mind I'd really love to take a shower before your husband gets back. It's awful dusty on that highway. I feel like I've got a second layer of skin on me."
"I don't mind at all. Feel free to do whatever you want to in there."
Naomi's face brightened. "Thanks. Thanks a lot. I won't take long, I promise."
"Take all the time you need." Inez stretched out on one of the double beds in the room while Naomi went into the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later the shower started. Inez rolled onto her side, then onto her belly, and finally turned over and sat up on the edge of the bed. Trying to rest was useless. She finished another cigarette from her purse and paced the floor restlessly. "If Elliot hadn't taken the car keys with him," she thought wearily, "I'd get in that car and drive so far away from this place they'd never find me again. Maybe he knows that. Maybe that's why he never gives them to me."
She crushed the cigarette out in the ashtray without taking two puffs from it, then hastily lit another. "But would it matter? What would I be running away from? Him? Or myself?"
A few minutes later, Elliot came back to the room with a bag of hamburgers and three paper cups of Coke. "She taking a shower?" he asked, nodding toward the bathroom.
"No, that's Little Boy Blue in there. He was blowing his horn out back and I asked him to come in and-"
"All right," Elliot snapped. "I just asked a simple question."
"A simple-minded question. Who else would be in there?"
Elliot took her arm and squeezed it hard. "What's the matter with you?"
"You know what's the matter. I don't want to do this."
"Do what?" he asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
"Don't play cutesy with me, Elliot. You know damn well what I'm talking about."
"So the idea occurred to you, too, huh?" he chuckled. "Good! I'm glad the feeling about her is mutual."
"Mutual? Didn't you hear what I said? I don't want to have a scene with her! Let her eat the food you bought and get rid of her! What do we have to get involved with her for?"
"Because we want to, that's why."
"You want to! You, Elliot! You want to, not me!"
Elliot chuckled and held out a hamburger. "You want it rare or well-done?"
"Oh, God! How can you be like this? I'll never understand you!"
"It's you who's having the emotional conflict about it, baby, not me. I've already made up my mind; you're still trying to get your mind to accept doing it."
"I am not! You bastard! You-"
The bathroom door opened abruptly, stopping Inez in mid-sentence. Naomi stood there wrapped in a towel, her skin gleaming clean. Out of the pants and bush jacket she'd been wearing on the road, she was an unusually attractive girl. Her legs were long and well-shaped; her breasts large and full.
"Oh!" she gasped, a bit too dramatically Inez thought. "I didn't know you were back."
"It's all right. Come on, get some of this food before it's cold."
Naomi hesitated just a moment, then came quickly into the room and took one of the hamburgers from the bag. She sat on a bed, crossing her legs to form a shaky table with the towel across her lap, and tore into the hamburger. Sitting on the opposite bed, Inez had a perfect view of the girl's body in under the towel. From the spread of her legs, Naomi's cunt was slightly parted, the moist pink lips visible through the fluff of black hair surrounding the crack. Inez looked away, caught Elliot's look and knew that he could see the girl's cunt, too. She tried not to look back, but her eyes were irresistibly drawn there.
It reminded her of Mary Beth's cunt as it had looked that night in the convent school so long ago. She remembered the way the fluff of hair had felt when Mary Beth pressed her hand into it. It was softer than her own was now, still a young girl's. She wondered if Naomi's would feel as soft. The hair looked curly from this distance, like little black feathers.
Inez felt her throat parch. It was almost impossible to swallow the bite of hamburger she had been chewing. She took a long swallow of the Coke, but it didn't help at all.
"Ummm! That was good!" Naomi laughed. "Look at me! I'm all done and you two have barely started."
"I guess we're not as hungry as I thought we were," Elliot said.
Naomi jumped up from the bed and padded back into the bathroom, coming back a few moments later with her purse. "Now it's my turn to offer you both something," she said. She dug into the recesses of her purse and came up with a thinly rolled cigarette, held it high for them both to see. "Dessert!" she giggled.
"Is that-?"
"Uh-huh!" Naomi laughed. "You've turned on before, haven't you?"
"No." Inez shook her head and looked away from the proffered cigarette. "And I'm not sure I want to now."
"Oh, come on! You'll like it." Seeing Inez's insistence, she turned to Elliot. "You will, won't you?"
He shook his head no. "You go ahead, if you want to."
"Well," Naomi shrugged and laughed, "you can't say I didn't offer." She took some matches from her bag, put the joint in her mouth and lit it. Inez and Elliot watched with fascination as Naomi took deep, lung-filling drags on the joint of marijuana, her smile becoming wider after each toke. By the time it was finished, she was floating on clouds.
"Man! This stuff is super, super-grass! You don't know what you missed!" She giggled and lay flat on her back across the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. The towel was loose by now, one end of it slipped down almost to the nipple of her left breast. "I feel so groovy!" she giggled. "I feel like I could do anything! Anything at all!"
Elliot had begun to strip off his shirt and he motioned for Inez to get undressed, too. Putting the shirt on a chair, he crossed the room to the bed where Naomi was lying. He sat down beside her and unzipped his pants. He pushed them off quickly, then his underpants. His cock was almost rigid.
"My wife and I would like to feel the same way," he murmured.
Naomi's head lifted from the pillow. "Want me to get another joint for you-" She stopped, seeing Elliot's nakedness, then giggled again and flopped her head back onto the bed. "Oh. You mean that."
"Do you mind?"
"No! Why should I mind? You're both beautiful people and it's beautiful to do beautiful things with beautiful people!" She giggled again and began murmuring, "Beautiful! Beautiful!" over and over. She was barely conscious of Elliot's hand trailing down her body, lifting away the towel and uncovering her naked body.
The girl was beautiful. Completely naked, she was one of the most beautiful young girls Inez had ever seen. Her body was perfectly proportioned. Half a woman's, yet the growth of her breasts and the sparsity of her pubic hair had not completely changed her from being half little girl as yet. Inez stared at the curves of the girl's legs, the supple turn of her ankles, the well-shaped calves, the full thighs and the pink meatiness of her young cunt. A tingling raced through her as she stared at that delicate pink slit and watched Elliot's hand stroke it.
Instinctively, obedient to Elliot's will, she had stripped out of her own clothes and now, looking down at her nipples, she saw they were hard with excitement. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs, too. Her mind might deny it, but she knew her body wanted to make love to this beautiful young girl.
Elliot's hand motioned for her to come over to the other bed. "We want to make love to you, Naomi," he murmured.
"Groovy!" she giggled. "That's just beautiful!"
Elliot nodded to Inez to get on her knees in front of the girl. He spread her legs wider, then moved back so he could watch what Inez was going to do.
Her hands were trembling as she touched Naomi's thighs. The girl's skin felt so cool, so sleek and soft. She rubbed her fingers slowly up and down, from her knees to the very center of her body. She moved closer on her knees, until she was right up against the bed, her head hovering above Naomi's belly. She stared down at the softness of the girl's black bush, at the delicious pinkness peeking through it. She touched that pinkness with the ends of her ringers, felt it move ever so slightly, like warm jelly.
Suddenly her breath caught in her throat and she knew she could hold herself back no longer. Her head darted between Naomi's thighs, her tongue lapping through the black fuzz until she touched the warm crater at its core. She had never put her mouth to another woman's cunt and she was surprised by the flavor of it, the slightly sharp and salt taste mixed with a curiously sweet touch.
Her fingers moved up to part the lips of the girl's cunt. She felt them spreading below her mouth and when her tongue touched it again she felt a slight pull from inside the hole, as though Naomi's cunt were trying to suction her tongue into itself. She wondered if her own cunt did the same things whenever a man ate it, or if these were things a woman did with her inner muscles and not instinctive reactions.
"Ohhhhh! Oh, beautiful!" Naomi moaned, as Inez's tongue darted between the lips of her cunt and began to lap at the sweetness inside. "Oh, that feels so groovy! Oh, don't stop! It's so beautiful!"
While Inez's head bobbed in and out between Naomi's thighs, her tongue trying to do all those things to the girl's cunt that so many men had done to her own, Elliot watched and played with himself until his cock was swollen. He reached for Naomi's hand and brought it to his lap, wrapped her fingers around his erect prick. To his surprise, she grasped it firmly, tugging on it until he lifted up to ask what she wanted.
"Put it in my mouth!" she begged. "It's so big and beautiful! I want to suck it for you! Put it in my mouth, please!"
Elliot didn't have to be invited twice. He scrambled onto his knees, straddling the girl's chest, and aimed his prick down at her mouth. Her head bobbed up for it, catching the swollen tip between her lips and licking it instantly with the end of her tongue. Elliot leaned forward further and fed his prick slowly into Naomi's mouth, watching as it disappeared between her soft pink lips. He thought she would gag on it, have to pull back, but she took it right to the hilt with no trouble at all. His hairy balls spread across her chin as he began to pump his cock slowly in and out of her mouth. The girl's hands dug into his hips, moving him at his own rhythm while her tongue danced up and down the length of prick inside her mouth.
Inez knew what he was doing. She could hear his grunts of pleasure as he rocked up and down in the girl's mouth, as well as the gurgling sounds of Naomi sucking on him. The bed rocked with a steadily mounting beat as Elliot began to pump faster, his excitement growing with each stroke of his cock between Naomi's lips. Inez hurried, too, wanting to finish the girl before Elliot came, hoping that she would stop sucking him if she had her own orgasm and leave him as frustrated as he had made her on so many nights.
Her head bobbed faster and faster, milking Naomi's sweet young snatch with her tongue, feeling it quivering around her lips as she drooled over it. The girl's clitoris was swollen stiff and Inez batted at it with the end of her tongue each time she dived down on the girl, knowing how good it felt and how it would drive her nearer to having an orgasm. Her hands squeezed Naomi's thighs, begging her to hurry. But the race was already over, for she could hear Elliot's groans turning into frantic sobs and knew he was getting ready to come.
His body hammered up and down, thrusting his prick so deeply into Naomi's mouth he could almost feel her tonsils striking the tip of it. The pressure inside his cock was building with volcanic force and he knew it would only take a few more thrusts to come. He deliberately slowed his pace, the agonizing switch of speed just the trigger he needed. Driving down hard, he imbedded his cock all the way in her mouth and began to empty into her throat. He could feel himself bursting in her mouth, giving her stream after stream of his white-hot juice.
Perhaps that was what the girl was waiting for. No sooner had Elliot's groans made it clear that he was having an orgasm than Naomi's hips thrust up hard at Inez's face and her cunt began to give off its sweet juice. Inez was surprised by the suddenness of it. Naomi's legs tightened on her head and forced her back down. Her tongue slithered into the creaming center of the girl and began to lap at her again, swallowing the nectar as she sucked it out.
Naomi was still coming when Elliot pulled out of her mouth and rolled onto his back. He watched his wife's head writhing between the girl's legs, heard her mouth sucking the sweet juice out, and he smiled to himself. He was still grinning when Inez finally pulled away and he caught her eye, the unsaid words I told you so flashing from him to her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Have you talked to Goldie?"
"This morning."
"What'd she say?"
"Same old thing. Herman's giving her heartache. I told her darling, fly down here and forget about him. Enjoy."
"She won't listen. She'll work herself into an early grave with that man."
"Just like Selma told me yesterday...."
Inez turned her head in the other direction, weary from the conversation going on beside her. For more than an hour the two women had been at it, discussing the marital problems of half the families in the Bronx and congratulating themselves that they, at least, were able to sit under the Florida sun while their friends shivered through the New York winter. It didn't seem to matter that under the sun was, for them, under a two-dollar rental umbrella in a line of three-dollar rental chaise longues with the beach, ocean and sun far in the distance. Their postcards proclaimed they were in Miami and that was status-and status, after all, was what a Florida vacation in midwinter was all about, wasn't it?
For more than a week Inez had been overhearing similar conversations, choking in clouds of too-liberally applied perfumes, bumped into by more mink-clad women than any ninety-degree resort town had a right to flaunt, and she was sick of it. The sun was nice, of course-she was getting a decent tan-and swimming in the ocean for an hour or so each day was fun, but the rest of the time was rapidly becoming unbearable. The days were spent around the pool, listening to teased-haired harpies; the nights were an endless run of night spots with Elliot, looking for new prey.
Not that these nightly forays had been all that successful, however. The majority of people in Miami seemed to be middle-aged married couples: pot-bellied men with balding heads and lacquered wives, sweltering in sequined sweaters and hiding their varicose-veined legs in opaque stockings. Pickings were slim and in the ten days they'd been in Florida they had scored successfully only once, with a busboy from the hotel. But Elliot's determination was limitless. Since he stayed in the room most of the day and slept, his energy for the hunt renewed each night. "There are planeloads of new people arriving here every day!" he would insist, whenever Inez begged him to stay in the hotel for a night. "Who knows, maybe the person we're looking for is waiting in some bar right now!"
"The person you're looking for," she insisted. "Not me. I'm just along for the ride."
"Sure, baby!" he would laugh, patting her on the rump. "Sure you are. Now get dressed, huh? We're wasting time."
And so it went, night after night. Dressed to the teeth, bosom dripping out of her gown, strategically perfumed, available flashing ah over her, Inez was paraded around half the bars in Miami, conveniently left alone at the bar while Elliot observed from a discreet distance. She ordered drink after drink, went through cigarettes like they were free, and by the lime the bar closed and Elliot helped her into a cab for the ride back to the hotel, they'd gotten no further than they had the night before.
Actually, Inez was glad for the run of bad luck they'd encountered. She had done some serious soul-searching after the night with Naomi and realized just how low she had sunk, to what depths her depravity was taking her. She wanted out, but of course there was no out. She was sick to death of the life she and Elliot were leading, but with no viable alternative to it around she had no choice but to trudge blindly on. "So this is Maimi."
Inez blinked and opened her eyes, looked at the man sitting on the chaise next to her, grinning. He was a good-looking guy, about thirty, tall, with sun-streaked blond hair and an infectious smile.
"Pardon me?"
"I said, so this is Miami. They didn't tell us it would be like this in the travel folders, did they?"
"No, they sure didn't," she sighed.
"I hope you don't mind my talking to you. My name's Jerry Rogers."
Inez smiled and took the hand he was offering.
"Net at all. It's nice to see a friendly face for a change." Especially when it's such a good-looking face! she added mentally.
"And you're Miss X, is that right?" Jerry grinned.
"Wha-? Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Inez Browne."
"Glad to meet you, Inez." His hand squeezed hers with a meaningful pressure, then slowly let it go. "I actually have a confession to make."
"Oh? What's that?"
"This isn't the first time I've seen you."
"It isn't?"
Jerry shook his head and bit his lower lip. "Nope. I've been watching you all week, in fact, but I didn't have the nerve to say anything to you until today."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Well, you know. I had to feel out the situation first. Sometimes when a guy moves in too fast he finds an angry husband's fist between his eyes."
"And you've decided I'm safe, is that it?" Inez cast a quick glance up at the string of hotel windows. Behind one of them, Elliot lay sleeping. At least that's what she hoped he was doing.
"Uh-huh!" Jerry grinned. "Now you know what a devious schemer I am!"
Inez couldn't help returning his smile. "I think I forgive you."
"Good." He stared into her eyes for a long moment, as though he were studying her, measuring her, trying to see inside her and read her thoughts. Then, brightening again, he suggested, "Let's go for a swim, okay?"
"Love to!"
Inez got up from the chaise and started toward the beach, conscious of the eyes of the other women on her and the clucking of tongues that would start as soon as she'd passed. Did you see the bikini on that one? They shouldn't allow her kind at a hotel like this! And look at that man she just picked up! You can tell what's on his mind! Not that it bothered her. Actually, shocking them seemed like an enormously appealing idea. She stopped for a moment and grasped Jerry's hand. "Race you to the water!" she laughed.
Hand-in-hand they raced to the beach, Inez's bottom wagging from side to side as she ran, the firm cheeks bouncing inside the skimpy string of bikini. They reached the water just in time to catch a wave. Inez squealed as it washed over her. She stumbled and almost fell, but Jerry caught her and pulled her into his arms. Laughing with happiness, she shook her head and started to pull away, but he held her tighter. The look in his eyes was deadly serious as he pulled her closer and bent his head to kiss her. For a moment she was so startled by the suddenness of it she didn't respond either way. Then, realizing that they could very likely be seen from the windows of the hotel, she pushed him away and wriggled out of his arms.
"Don't you think that was rather presumptuous of you?"
"I guess so," Jerry said, his face still serious, "but I'm not sorry I did it."
Inez stared into his eyes for a long moment. It had been quite a while since a man had looked at her that way, as though he were seeing more than just an easy lay. It was, in fact, the way she had always dreamed of having a man look at her some day. "Neither am I, Jerry," she said softly.
His face brightened and he took her hand and squeezed it hard. "Let's swim!" he laughed, pulling her with him into the water.
They spent more than an hour in the water, laughing and splashing each other, body-surfing the baby waves that washed in to shore, and playing swim-tag. Inez learned that he was a salesman from Detroit, that he lived with a roommate he'd known since college, and that he liked her very much. She told him she was a secretary, but not that she worked in her husband's office. Elliot, in fact, was the last thing on her mind when she talked with Jerry. It was almost as though he didn't exist. The only trouble was, he did exist very much and whenever Jerry would pull her to him and try to kiss her she would remember Elliot and look up at the blank windows of the hotel, feeling a sudden chill come over her as it ah came rushing back. Not that Elliot would mind seeing her cavort with another man, of course. He would have been delighted to look out and see her making contact with a handsome young stud like Jerry. But Inez wanted him to know nothing at all about this man. Jerry was hers and she was not going to let Elliot get his hands on him, no matter what.
After the swim, they lay together on the sand for a while and did some more talking. When they were dry, Jerry invited her to have a drink with him.
"This may sound like a line, but I swear it isn't," he said with a grin. "I've got to wait for a phone call from the head office. I'd like you to have a drink with me in my room while I wait and then dinner somewhere small and cozy. What do you say?"
Inez looked away from him. "I-I'd love to, Jerry, but...."
"Great!" He squeezed her hand and got up from the sand. "Let's go!"
"I'd love to ... but I can't."
"Why not?"
"I-I just can't. I've-uh-made other plans for tonight."
His face fell with disappointment. "Can't you break them?"
"No." She shook her head soberly, hoping that he could read in her eyes how much she wanted to be with him.
"If you're afraid I'll try something...."
"It's not that, Jerry."
"Then what?"
Inez stood up and squeezed his hand before pulling away. "I just can't. I'll see you here on the beach tomorrow, okay?"
Jerry shrugged with defeat. "If that's the best I can get, it'll have to do. But if you change your mind, I'm in room seven-twelve."
Inez suddenly fell into his arms and kissed him hard on the mouth, tasting the saltiness on his lips, the heat of his tongue as it darted into her mouth for the moment they kissed. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and she could feel the pressure of his hardening cock against her bare belly. "No, Jerry," she moaned. She pulled away from him and ran quickly up the stretch of sand and into the hotel.
Elliot was propped up in bed, nipping through a copy of Life magazine, when she came into the room. She went straight to the bathroom without saying a word to him and turned on the shower full blast. Then, knowing the sound would be muffled by the roar of water, she began to cry.
"Why?" she sobbed. "Why couldn't I have met someone like him when there was a chance? Why did it have to be now?"
The rattle of the door startled her and she hastily wiped the tears from her eyes. A moment later, Elliot pushed back the shower curtain and leaned against the edge of the sink, watching her wash her naked body.
"Can't I have any privacy?" she snapped.
"Nope," he grinned. "None at ah."
Inez tried to ignore him, turning her back to him as she dipped the soapy washcloth down between her legs and scrubbed at the accumulation of salt and sand. She had no sooner turned around than Elliot snapped her playfully on her bare behind.
"Elliot, for God's sake!" She glared at him, hating the sight of him. He wore only a pair of boxer undershorts, had a day's growth of beard on his face, and compared to the healthy, golden brown tan of Jerry's body he looked pale and sickly, the patches of scraggly black hair covering his skin almost obscene compared to Jerry's sleek, hairless chest. "How could I ever have married a man like you?" she wondered, shutting off the water and getting out of the tub.
"Have a nice day at the beach?" he asked. He followed her with his eyes as she reached for a towel and began to scrub herself dry. "Very nice, thank you."
"You're getting good color." His hand reached for her, slid down her side to the separation of white flesh covered by the bikini. Inez tried to move away from him as his fingers crept around to her buttocks, but his hand followed.
"Will you stop it?" she snapped. "I'm not in a very good mood right now, Elliot, and I'd appreciate being left alone."
"So I see." His eyes began to narrow as she stood up straight, moving closer to her. "Maybe you'd better get out of that kind of mood right now, Inez, huh? Huh? You think that would be a smart idea?"
She could tell by the tone of his voice that there was trouble brewing, but she was in a wild, reckless kind of mood. "I'll get out of it when you leave me alone!"
Elliot's face darkened. "You think so, huh? You know, this trip hasn't been too successful so far, baby. As a matter-of-fact, it's been a damn bust!" His voice was rising with anger. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Maybe it has something to do with this attitude you've been developing lately, huh? You think that's possible?"
"Maybe it is!" she threw back at him. "I don't really care anymore."
His hand tightened on her arm, digging into the flesh until she winced with pain. "Maybe you'd better start caring! Maybe you'd better come down off that high horse you've been on for the past couple of weeks, huh?"
"Leave me alone!" Inez screamed.
"I think you're getting too high-handed for your own good, baby. You need a little lesson in humility, maybe."
"You're hurting me, Elliot!" She was afraid to look into his eyes and tried to pull away, but he jerked her back so hard she almost stumbled.
"Get down on your knees!" he growled.
"Elliot!"
"I said get down!" He pulled on her arm, forcing her to the hard tile bathroom floor. "Now take down my shorts!"
"What's this all about? Are you-"
"I said take them down!" he yelled, slapping her hard across the side of the face to emphasize his order.
Inez reached for his undershorts and pulled them down his legs. His cock sprang out at her face, growing menacingly hard as she stared at it.
"Now suck it!" Elliot commanded.
"I'm not going to-"
"I said suck it!" he swore. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face into his crotch. The end of his prick pushed against her mouth; the wiry patch of hair at its base smothered her nose.
"Suck it, Inez!" he growled. "Maybe it'll put you in a better mood!"
She knew there was no way out of it. If she refused, he would surely beat her and the last thing she wanted was for Jerry to see bruises on her body the next day. She opened her mouth and took the end of his cock between her lips. No sooner was it inside than Elliot pushed her head forward, gorging her mouth with his prick, stuffing so much of it down her throat that she gagged on it and tried to pull back. His hands held her head firmly in place, every inch of his penis rammed in her mouth.
"Suck it!" he ordered. Gripping her head in both hands, he began to move her back and forth on his cock, forcing it in and out of her mouth. His hips rammed forward at a furious pace as his prick grew harder, choking her again and again as he rammed it deep into her throat.
By the time he was finished, tears were streaming down Inez's cheeks and inside she was burning with hatred. She gagged on the wads of sperm he emptied into her mouth, wanting to spit it all back in his face as soon as he released her, but the steady throbbing of his cock forced her to swallow the whole mouthful. The moment he stopped coming, Elliot pushed her off his cock. She staggered backwards on her knees, almost falling.
"Now!" he laughed. "In a better mood, huh?"
She wiped her mouth on her arm as she got to her feet and spit hard into the sink. If he pushed her any further she would kill him. There wasn't a doubt of it in her mind.
"Get out of here now and start getting dressed," Elliot ordered.
"I'm not going with you tonight."
"What?"
"I said I'm not going with you. I don't feel good. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Must have been something you ate!" he laughed. "Get dressed anyway."
"I mean it, Elliot. I'm not going!"
"You looking for more trouble?" he warned.
"I can't go tonight! I mean it; I don't feel good.
Bring somebody home if you want to, I don't care, but I'm telling you I'D be sick if you make me go with you."
He studied her for a long while in silence, then snorted, "Get out of here."
Inez went into the room and lay wearily on her bed. As Elliot began to shower and shave, she cried into her pillow, wishing that she was dead. She had to get away from him, that was definite now. Another month-even another week-of living like she was and she knew for certain that either she or he would kill the other. They just couldn't go on like they were any longer. It had to end now.
"When will you be back?" she asked, when Elliot was dressed and ready to go.
"I don't know. Does it matter? You're not going anywhere anyway; you're sick, remember?"
"I was just asking."
"Just make sure that's all it was, baby," he warned. "We've got an arrangement and you'd better not have any ideas about breaking it, understand?"
"Goodnight, Elliot," she said wearily. She rolled onto her side, waited until the door closed, then watched the clock until five minutes had passed. When they had, she got up from the bed and hurriedly put on a dress and low-heeled shoes, nothing more. She combed her hair quickly, applied a light coat of lipstick, then took her room key and went to the elevator as fast as she could.
Her hand was trembling as she rang the bell for room seven-twelve. "Please!" she prayed silently. "Please be here!"
The door opened and Jerry's eyes widened in surprise. "What-? Well, hello!"
"I changed my mind," Inez said softly. "Can I come in?"
CHAPTER TEN
Inez lay spread across the bed, her legs high in the air, her hands digging into Jerry's shoulders as his head bobbed wildly up and down between her thighs, his tongue chilling her so deeply it felt as though an eel was squirming inside her. His hands had a firm grip on her thighs, holding them wide apart as he dived again and again into the sweet recesses of her cunt with his hot tongue. He had been eating her for more than half an hour already, tormenting her beyond endurance. Each time Inez felt an orgasm coming on, Jerry would slow down the drilling rhythm of his tongue and let the crest break before it reached the peak, only to remount his attack the instant he was sure he could continue safely. She had never felt so sexually aroused in her life.
"Oh, please! Please!" she begged, feeling an orgasm building once again. "Let me, Jerry! Oh, darling, let me this time! I'll go crazy if you don't!"
To her dismay, no sooner were the words out of her mouth than his tongue slipped out of her and he looked up with a wide grin on his face. "What's the hurry?"
"God!" Inex laughed hysterically. "You're going to drive me right up the wall!"
"I'll be right behind you!" Jerry said, wriggling his tongue wildly from side to side outside his mouth. "I want to get you so hot you'll never look at another man but me."
"I won't! I won't!" she swore.
"I'm not sure I can believe you yet," he teased. "I think I'll have to do a little more exploration." He started to put his tongue back into her hairy bush, but Inez stopped him, pushing her legs back to the bed and half-sitting. "What's the matter?"
"I want to give you some of your own treatment!" she laughed. "Come up here!" She tugged on his shoulders, urging him to turn his body around so that they lay in opposite directions on the bed. Jerry scrambled around as she wanted him to, hovering over her with his face just above her moist cunt and his throbbing hard cock a few inches above her mouth.
"Now, what're you going to do?" he laughed.
"This!" Inez lifted her head from the mattress and captured the tip of Jerry's swollen prick in her mouth, pulled on it and drew his weight down on top of her face. His cock slid easily between her lips, gorging her mouth. She licked the long, thick shaft with her tongue, then clamped her hands on his buttocks and began to move him up and down, feeding his prick in and out of her mouth. It was a big cock, filling her mouth completely, but she sucked on it greedily, anxious to please the man she had learned to love during the last few days. As his groans of pleasure grew louder, Inez began to suck harder, her tongue dancing over his swollen flesh. She loved the feel of it pulsing hard between her lips, the heavy thrust of it hitting the back of her throat as she pulled Jerry's weight down on her face and took every inch of him into her mouth.
He let her suck on him for a few minutes before he went back to her cunt. When he did, Inez jumped in surprise, not expecting the feel of his tongue licking its way through her bush. He rammed hard between the soft lips of her cunt and deep, deep inside. His hands spread her legs wider apart so he could burrow his face closer, get his tongue in further.
Firmly clamped to each other, belly grinding against belly, they began to suck on each other in a rhythmic, see-saw pattern. As Jerry's hips arched up, feeding his prick out of Inez's mouth before the downward thrust, her body rose to follow it, bringing her cunt away from him and forcing his head to bob lower so he could keep his tongue firmly implanted. Up and down they rocked, his stiff cock deep in her mouth and her cunt filled with the thickness of his tongue. The springs of the hotel bed creaked under them as they sucked with ever mounting fury. Inez could feel her insides quivering for release and between her lips she felt the steady pulsing of Jerry's cock as the sperm gathered in his dangling balls. She juggled them with her fingers, hoping to excite him so much that this time he wouldn't stop when her orgasm came close.
Her legs began to quiver and stiffen. She felt it building inside her. Her clitoris was as swollen as it could get. Nearer and nearer it came, her lips sucking him more furiously so he could give her his hot seed at the same time she opened for him.
The moment was almost there. She was so certain he would let her come this time she could almost feel it seeping through her, nearly taste the sweet and salty flavor of his sperm as he emptied it down her throat as he had so many times in the past few days. But just at the crucial moment, Jerry's mouth pulled away again and he lifted himself up so fast that his cock popped out of Inez's mouth.
"Why didn't you let it happen?" she moaned helplessly.
"Because I don't want it that way this time," he growled. He twisted his body around in the other direction and covered Inez with his weight. His mouth took hers as hungrily as he had taken her cunt, his tongue driving far into her throat, sucking so hard she had to gasp for air. She felt him lift up and the wet end of his cock brush against her belly. Reaching down quickly, she held the swollen prick firmly at its base and guided it between her legs.
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned. "I want it in me, Jerry! Yes, you're right!"
She fit the big knob of his cock between the outer lips of her slit and thrust her hips upward, driving it into herself. She moaned with pleasure as Jerry took over and the big cock began to fill her.
"Oh, baby! Baby!" he moaned. "I love fucking you, baby!"
"Yes, Jerry! Yes!" she sobbed. "Give it to me! Oh, Daddy, give it to me like I've never had it before!"
Jerry rammed his hips at her, driving his cock into her hole right to the hilt. He held it inside her for several moments, letting her feel how it was swelling and pulsing against the moist inner membranes of her body, then he slowly began to slip it out. She could feel him withdrawing it, taking it from her inch by inch until just the fat tip remained inside. He hesitated a moment, then shoved it back into her in one slow, steady stroke.
"Oh, baby!" she gasped. "It's so good! Oh, honey, that thing belongs in there! Don't ever take it out of me!"
Jerry snarled through his teeth and bit into her neck as his cock began its steady pumping. He was so big she could feel every bit of him moving in and out of her, from the flare of its head right down to the slap of his big balls as he drove forcefully in.
Lifting her legs up from the bed, she locked them around his back by her ankles, suspending her weight in mid-air, clinging to him as his prick drove deeper from this new angle. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillow, little moans of savage joy breaking from her throat each time he slipped it all the way inside her cunt. She had never been fucked this well by anyone in her life! Jerry knew how to do things to her with his cock that she had never dreamed possible! Each time he put it into her the feeling was different. She never knew what to expect when he began fucking her, except that by the time he was finished she would feel more alive than she had ever believed she could.
"Give it to me!" she whispered. "Oh, honey, drive it home! Oh, send me right up to the moon with your prick!"
Jerry started pumping faster now as his own excitement mounted. His cock could not have been harder than it was at that moment. It felt like a bar of solid steel driving into her each time he thrust it home. Every inch of it was firm, hard, throbbing cock!
"Oh, God!" Inez screamed. "I'm going to burst wide open, baby! I'm going to come like I never came in my life!"
"Go ahead, baby!" Jerry panted. "I'm only waiting for you! Go on, give it to me! Let me feel you cream on me, baby, and I'll give you such a load you'll faint!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she sobbed. She drove herself against the cock hammering into her, feeling her cunt swelling with the mounting pressure. It was so strong inside her it was painful. She had to let it go, had to burst that dam. "Oh!" she moaned. "Oh, God! Ch, Jerry! Here it comes! Oh, honey! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
With a wild shriek, Inez flung herself against him. Her cunt burst with the force of a thousand fire crackers, flooding him, coating his cock as it continued to ram in and out. As she writhed against him, she felt him drive deeper than he ever had before and suddenly she knew he was coming in her. She felt his cock swelling, then bursting, the hot squirts of sperm shooting far into the juicy tunnel of her cunt.
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned. "Give it to me! Shoot it all into me! Give me all of it! All of it, Jerry!"
By the time they were finished, they were both so exhausted they couldn't move for several minutes. Then, slowly, Jerry pulled his prick from her and rolled onto his back. Inez looked down at his cock. It was still half-hard, the tip of it dribbling a thin strand of his sticky white cream onto his thigh. Lifting up, she bent her head down and lapped up the last of his ejaculation with her tongue, rolled the head of his cock inside her mouth for a moment to make sure she had got it all, then let it fall back onto his thigh with a soft, wet plop and cuddled in his arms.
"I love you, you know that?" he murmured.
Inez put her finger to his lips. "Don't say that, please."
"Why not? It's true, you know. These last few days have been the happiest in my life, honey."
"For me, too, Jerry."
"Then why don't you want me to tell you how much in love with you I am?"
"Just-don't. I'd rather you didn't."
He laughed softly and hugged her closer to his chest. "You're a crazy girl, you know that? I don't think I've ever known anyone so mysterious as you. Don't you think it's about time you started letting me in on your big, dark secret?"
Inez stiffened against him. "W-what secret?"
"About why I can never see you except during the afternoon like this. About what you do at night that you don't want me to know about. About why you don't want me to take you anyplace and why you're always looking over your shoulder as though you expected somebody to be watching you. How's that for a start, huh?"
Inez cuddled closer to him, hugging him so tightly her breasts flattened against his chest. "Please, Jerry," she begged. "Don't ask questions. Let's just be happy. Okay?"
"Sure, but I want us to be happier than just having sex in the afternoon at some hotel in Florida."
Inez felt a shiver run down her back. She had hoped for so long that he would say something like this and yet she had dreaded it, too, knowing that if he did, it would mean a showdown, a confrontation with Elliot. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.
"Come on," he laughed. "Don't tell me you don't know how I feel about you! I'm very seriously involved with you, Inez, and I want it to get even more serious. I-I've got to leave tomorrow morning and get back to Detroit. I want you to come along with me."
She didn't say anything for so long that he had to nudge her and ask what she was thinking. "I-I just don't know what to say, Jerry."
"Just say yes. That'll be enough."
Inez pulled away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I don't know if I can."
"What do you mean?" He reached for her to pull her back into bed, but she escaped his hand and stood up.
"I-I think I'd better leave," she said. It would never work, she told herself. He would never understand about Elliot and all the rest of it, especially if Elliot was the one who told him the details. And I can't. God help me, I just can't tell him!
"What's going on here?" Jerry said. He got out of bed and went to her, stopping her as she started to pull on her clothes. "I'm asking you to marry me and I want a better answer than the one you're giving me."
"Jerry, let's just pretend it was a dream. Please? A beautiful, beautiful dream that we had to wake up from one day?"
"No, dammit! It's not a dream! You and I happened, Inez! We're real. I don't know what's holding you back, what you're afraid of, but whatever it is it can't be that terrible. Teh me, so I can help you fight it at least. I'll do anything, baby! Just give me half a chance!"
"Let go of me!" Inez shrieked. "Just let go of me! I want to get dressed!"
"Baby...?"
"It won't work, Jerry, so let's just forget it! Please! Don't torture me like this!"
She half-expected him to stop her as she started to get back into her clothes. That he didn't, that he just sat on the bed and watched her with a dumbstruck expression on his face was almost enough to make her change her mind. If she stayed with him they could go off to Detroit together, far away from Elliot. She could get a divorce and they could be happy.
"Like hell!" she thought bitterly.
Elliot would never let her go. No matter where she went, he would follow her, dragging along all the skeletons from the past and rattling every one of them in Jerry's face. Would he be strong enough to withstand that kind of a blow? Would any man? Inez knew the answer all too well. She'd dug her own grave and dug it deep. For the rest of her life she would have to lie in it, with more and more dirt being dumped on top of her.
"Goodbye, Jerry," she said. Her throat was dry, her eyes dangerously close to breaking into tears as she went to the door. "I'm sorry, believe me. I'm more sorry than you'll ever be able to know." She opened the door and jumped back instantly in fright. "Elliot!"
"Surprised?" He pushed her back into the room and shut the door behind him. "Funny how much information a ten-dollar bill will get out of an elevator man, isn't it?" He looked across the room at Jerry, who had leaped to his feet the instant Inez shrieked Elliot's name and was now staring at him in total confusion. "So this is what's been occupying all your time this week, huh?" His eyes ran quickly up and down the length of Jerry's naked body, then he smiled and said, "Not bad at all, my dear. You've done very well."
"What the hell is this?" Jerry boomed. "Who's this man?"
"Tell him, Inez," Elliot prompted, when Inez gave no answer. "Tell him who I am."
"This is my husband," she muttered, not daring to look into Jerry's eyes as she said it.
"Your husband!"
"That's right, her husband. Does that catch you by surprise? Didn't she tell you about me? She usually does."
"What?" Jerry glowered at Inez, his eyes shocked, angered, hurt.
"Jerry," she pleaded, "I wanted to tell you. A thousand times I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't. I didn't know how to."
"Couldn't you just have said I'm married? Would that have been so hard? At least then I'd have known where I stood and wouldn't have been such a damn fool as to fall in love with you!"
"I couldn't tell you ... because ... I loved you, too, Jerry! Believe me, I did! I do! I love you, Jerry, please believe that!"
"I think you and your husband better get the fuck out of here fast, that's what I think!"
Elliot smiled and shook his head. "Huh-uh. Not quite that fast. You and I have a little something to settle first."
"Like what?"
Elliot began to unbutton his shirt. "You've had a pretty good time with my wife all week, haven't you, sport? Huh? She's done some pretty nice things for you, I'll bet."
"Elliot, don't!" Inez screamed. "It wasn't his fault! Let him go, please! Not him, too!"
"What the hell's going on here?" Jerry demanded. He watched Elliot strip off his shirt and begin to unbutton his pants. "What do you think you're doing? Are you nuts or something?"
"He is!" Inez screamed. "He is crazy! Jerry, get out of here! Run! Please!"
"I could call the house detective up here right now," Elliot said as he dropped his pants and began to take down his underpants. "We'd have a very messy situation if I did that, though. Divorces can be that way sometimes. I don't think you'd like it known what was going on in this room all week, would you? No, I didn't think so. That's why I intend to settle it in my own way."
As Elliot started toward him, fully naked now, his eyes boring into Jerry's, the idea of what was about to happen began to dawn on him. "You are nuts!" he swore. "You're out of your mind!"
"No, I'm just going to get a husband's revenge by putting a very old law into practice. An eye for an eye ... and a fuck for a fuck. You get me, boy?"
Jerry started to back up as Elliot advanced. "You better get your clothes on and get the hell out of here, Mister! I'm warning you right now!"
"You're in no position to tell anybody what to do. You're in more trouble right now than you can handle." He suddenly leaped at Jerry, catching him off guard. He punched the younger man hard in the stomach, knocking the wind from him and sending him sprawling backwards onto the bed. Elliot was on top of him instantly, pounding his face with both fists.
"Think you can fuck my wife and get away with it, huh? Huh? You're learning different now, aren't you? Huh? You're finding out how much trouble you're in!"
"Elliot, stop it!" Inez screamed.
His face was a mask of twisted hatred, insane rage as he hammered blow after blow down at Jerry, all the while trying to force him onto his belly so he could attack him as he had all the other men who had fallen prey to his depraved trap.
"I'm going to give you something you'll never forget!" he shouted. "Something you'll remember every time you start fucking around with another man's wife!"
"Like hell you are!" Jerry shouted. He thrust up hard with his knee, catching the point of it straight in the center of Elliot's crotch. Howling with pain, Elliot fell off him and rolled onto the bed. Jerry was up instantly, the position of the two men completedly reversed. His fists pounded down at Elliot, the slam of flesh against flesh like whipcracks.
"I think I see it all clear now!" Jerry growled. "I got your game, buddy, and I think I know now why Inez was so afraid. Well, you're going to get some of your own medicine!"
As Inez watched in horror, Jerry rolled Elliot's beaten, whimpering body over so that his face was pressed into the mattress. Scrambling on top of him, he pinned Elliot's legs flat to the bed with his knees and spat into his palm, applied the saliva to his cock and jerked on it for several moments until it was standing up full and hard. She knew what he was going to do and she ran to stop him.
"Don't! Jerry, please don't do this! Let him go! You've beaten him! You don't have to do this!"
"He's got it coming!" Jerry snarled, pushing her away. He aimed his swollen cock down at Elliot's ass and then shoved his hips forward. A piercing scream tore from Elliot's mouth as Jerry's huge cock ripped into him. Inez covered her ears with her hands and turned away, feeling as though her stomach was going to heave. She had seen Elliot do this to other men so many times, but this was completely different. In its way, this was even more depraved than anything Elliot had ever done to his victims and she couldn't bear to watch it.
But she could not drown out the sounds coming from the bed. The terrible cries as Jerry shoved every bit of his hard prick into Elliot's ass and then the groaning and the creaking of the bed as he began to fuck him viciously. She turned back to the bed and saw Jerry's body arching and falling on top of her husband, his cock driving in and out of Elliot's ass. Her eyes raced up to her husband's face and suddenly she felt as though her heart had stopped.
Elliot was smiling!
His face was broken wide with a grin of intense pleasure as Jerry's cock hammered in and out of him. She could hear him mumbling, too. Give it to me! Give it to me! She screamed and turned away, shaken to her very core.
At last it was finished. With a sharp, savage cry, Jerry came in Elliot's ass and pulled out. He staggered off the bed and into the bathroom, but Elliot made no move to get up. He just lay there grinning, his eyes ecstatic with joy.
"You wanted that, didn't you?" Inez muttered. "All along, it's what you've wanted, Elliot. I was wrong about everything! You were just baiting them, hoping that one of them would do this to you, weren't you? This is what it was all for!"
She didn't need an answer from him. The look of rapture on his face told her more clearly than any words could possibly have done.
Her face curled in anger more intense than she had ever felt for him. "You pervert!" she screamed. "You bastard! It was all for this! For this!" Then she began to laugh, a harsh, bitter, mocking laugh. "Well now the table's are turned, Elliot! At last they're turned on you! Because now you're going to suffer what I did for all these years! Now you're going to know what it's like to want something and not be able to get it! I'm going to laugh out loud every time I think about you, Elliot! Every time Jerry and I have sex I'm going to cry with laughter! Because now I'm going to have what you want!"
Elliot rolled slowly onto his back and sat up in the bed. His face was curiously composed. There was even a hint of a smile on his face. A mocking smile.
"Are you so sure of that, Inez?"
"Of course I'm sure! Jerry and I are going to Detroit tomorrow. You can't stop me now! We're going to be married!"
"Oh?" His smile began to grow and as it did, a tremor of fear raced down Inez's back.
"Yes! we are! I'm divorcing you and there's nothing you can do about it! Nothing!"
"I wouldn't count on that, baby," Elliot chuckled. "Not yet, at least."
Jerry came out of the bathroom and Inez ran to him, flung herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. But his response was strangely passive, almost indifferent. She pulled away from him and looked into his face. "Let's get out of here, Jerry. Right now. Let's not wait until tomorrow."
"I don't think your friend is in such a big hurry to go, Inez," Elliot said.
"You shut up! You just shut up!"
"I told you many times that I have a sixth sense about people, baby, but you've never believed me. Maybe now you will."
"Shut up I said!" she screamed at him. "Jerry, please! I'll explain everything to you on the plane! Let's just get out of here!"
"Why don't you let Jerry make up his own mind?" Elliot suggested. "Maybe he'd rather stay."
"Stay? For what?"
Elliot shrugged casually. "I can think of a lot of reasons why he might be interested in sticking around. After all, the three of us seem to get along very well. We each have something the other wants. Why break up a combination like that?"
"There's nothing you have that either Jerry or I want!" Inez swore. "Nothing!"
"No? Well, there's money, for one thing. I've got quite a lot of that and Jerry wouldn't mind helping us spend it, would he? And then there's you, Inez. I've got you, too, and as long as he sticks around he knows he can have you without going to all the bother of marrying you. So that when he no longer does want you, he'll have no strings holding him from walking off."
"Shut up!" she screamed. "Shut up!"
"And needless to say," Elliot continued, paying no attention to Inez's hysteria but leveling his eyes directly at Jerry, "There are other compensations which my sixth sense tells me Jerry wouldn't mind sharing in either. That is, if you don't mind my cutting into your territory, Inez."
Her body was trembling, her eyes wild as she clung to Jerry. "Please don't listen to him! Let's go! He's sick, Jerry! We don't need him! We have each other!"
Gently, but with emphatic meaning, Jerry pushed her away. "I think he's making a lot of sense." He smiled at her and walked across the room to the bed, sitting down beside Elliot. "Nothing will change between us, baby. It'll even be better this way; you'll see."
"No! No, no, no!" Inez screamed. "I want no part of it!"
"Then why don't you walk out?" Elliot suggested. "If that's what you really want, baby, the door is wide open. Just walk out of this room and you'll never have to come back." He started to laugh and when he looked at Jerry, he started to laugh, too. "But something tells me you don't want to walk out, do you? No, baby, you're not going anywhere. You're going to carry on for a little while longer, just to satisfy that guilty conscience of yours, then you're going to take off your clothes and come to bed like you know you want to."
"No!" she screamed. She turned and ran to the door. It hadn't all come to this. She wasn't as sick as they were; she wasn't! She would show them! She would walk out!
But where?
That was the whole question. Where would she go? After all these years, after ah she had been through, where was there to go? The road would take her right back to where she was now. It had, after all, been leading in this direction right from the start, hadn't it? Right from the very start hadn't there been something deep inside her telling her just where she was headed, pointing the way, showing her all the signposts?
Oh, she had denied it, put the blame on Elliot, but if that was true, if it was really true, couldn't she have walked out right from the start? From the very first night she had spent as Elliot's wife, if she had really wanted to end it, couldn't she have walked out then just as easily? There had to have been some reason why she stayed with him, why she did all the things she did, why she didn't defy him before now and end it all. And this, Elliot said, was why. To be the sexual concubine of two men she knew didn't love her, who had no feeling for her other than what her body could provide. To be used and to use in return. To abandon all thoughts of guilt, of right versus wrong, of good against evil, to surrender her body completely to its animal instincts and take as much pleasure from it as she could get. To ignore all thoughts of morality; to pursue every sensory experience she could know. To separate herself from the restrictions that bind other women. To become a woman, more fully and completely than any before her had ever dared to do.
"Are you coming, Inez?"
She turned from the door and looked at the two men, the two who would possess her body and whose bodies she would possess in return. Her hand moved to her blouse and began to undo the buttons as she walked slowly toward the bed.
