It was Balzac who wrote, 'The average groom could be compared to an orangutang with a violin." Fortunately, because of relaxed societal standards and the increase of sex education in schools, the modern young couple present a somewhat more optimistic picture.
Yet it would be no exaggeration to suggest that the major single cause of marital failure stems from the lack of sexual adjustment in one or both partners. Often, the lack of ability to adjust to a realistic situation is compounded by our unconscious conditioning to false standards of what sexuality is. This is especially true where one of the partners-usually the wife-has a romantic notion of sex that conflicts with her partner's more pragmatic approach to intercourse. Sex can then become a battleground rather than an expression of love.
In the story you are about to read, Jim and Debbie Hollis find their marriage in deep trouble. Rather than confront their problems, each withdraws further into the distorted subjectivity of fantasy vs. reality. As their problems increase, they are easy prey to those in our society who feast upon human suffering. In a sincere, albeit misguided, attempt to find help, Debbie and then her young husband are introduced to Anthony, an ex-convict whose amorality and depravity know no bounds. Suddenly exposed to a decadence beyond their wildest dreams, they lose control of their own lives and are carried along on the tide of degradation toward what seems to be tragedy.
Their story is neither pretty nor written for the faint of heart. It accurately describes how two decent people can unwittingly be drawn toward destruction. Such honesty is rare in fiction, but the discerning reader will find himself absorbed in the life and death struggle of Debbie and Jim. Some might criticize the exposure given to places like those run by the sinister ex-convict, but there can be no ignoring the fact that they do exist. If we are to survive the dangers inherent in our confused and traumatic times, we must all be aware of just where those dangers lie.
We, the publishers, are proud to bring you this new novel with the hope that it will enable you to better understand the explosive era in which we all live.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Jim Hollis mashed the lighted end of his cigarette in the ceramic ashtray and yawned, stretching out his hard-muscled body with pleasure. His deeply tanned arms rippled with strength and his ruggedly handsome features contorted from the effort.
He lay there on the soft double bed and contemplated the ceiling, troubled and unhappy as his thoughts wandered aimlessly. He was naked under the sheets and the cool material felt good against his flesh, especially where it touched his half-erect cock, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his young wife from her shower.
The bathroom door was half-open and he could see clouds of steam slipping out of the door and rising swiftly to the top of the room before disapating.
Jesus Christ, he thought bitterly, how fucking unhappy can a man get?
The silent question was only a rhetorical one however, and he knew that unless things changed soon between he and Debbie that he was going to be even more unhappy.
The thought swirled around in his mind as he imagined the naked, voluptuous body of Debbie under the running water in the bathroom. He could almost see her long, willowy body twisting under the hot, stinging needles of spraying water as she cleansed the fragrant soap from her opulently swelling breasts with their pink-tipped nipples and her flat stomach and flaring hips that tapered down into smooth white thighs and long lovely legs. His mind's eye fixed on the dark triangle which nestled up between those full firm thighs, little wisps of silken pubic hair that covered but did not hide the pouting pink pussy lips and bud of her clitoris.
Jim could feel his cock swelling with blood, hardening even more, as he imagined himself pulling her sleek thighs apart and lowering his head into that lovely nest of womanhood, nibbling her succulent vaginal lips and thrusting his tongue deeply into the moist cavity beyond her fluttering cuntal slit that beckoned him so lewdly.
He could see and almost feel her tugging his body around on the bed so that his swollen cock-head was near her wetly parted lips as he licked the sweet young pussy flesh and drove her to dizzying heights of ecstasy with his oral ministrations. His hand slipped down and fondled his lust-thickened penis as he closed his eyes and let his fantasies wander.
Debbie was pulling his loins nearer to her hungering mouth, and her tongue was darting out in anticipation from between her perfect, crimson lips, flicking avidly over his growing hardness, licking up and down the heated shaft until he was nearly crazy with desire. Then she would oval her soft warm mouth and gently slide it down his blood-engorged organ as her tongue wildly swirled around the sensitive knob.
For a few moments he forgot that it was only a tortured fantasy!
The sex-starved young husband knew that if they did make love tonight it would be entirely different from his erotic daydreams. She would lie under his heaving body, not moving or joining him in the joyous expression of love, allowing him no stimulating foreplay. It would be a mechanical-almost perfunctory-kind of sex. No matter how much he urged her, she would not allow him to kiss the secret flesh up between her legs. And nothing-no books, no sex manuals, nothing!-would convince Debbie that taking his penis into her mouth was anything but filthy, unhealthy and perverted.
Jim suddenly sat up and lit another cigarette as the bitterness welled up in him, almost causing him to cry out in anguish.
Everything had been so different before they were married four months ago, he thought sadly. They were both in their senior year of college and he remembered how loving and outgoing she had been then. She had seemed as anxious for sex as he had been-even to the point of masturbating him once when his passion had gotten the best of him and he was only a step away from raping her. But she would allow him no more than heavy petting. He could still remember the words she had spoken over and over again before they were married: "I just can't, Jim! After we're married it will be so different, I promise you! I love you so much, Jim, but I just can't let you make love to me until we're married!"
Now, four months after their wedding, she was cold and distant to him when it came to sex. Instead of shedding her inhibitions she had become almost-he hated to even think the word, but it was too true to be ignored any longer-she was almost frigid! Nothing he did made any difference in their lovemaking and it was slowly poisoning their marriage.
Jim felt the irony of the situation acutely. After interrupting his college education for two years of fighting in Vietnam, he had come back to Los Angeles with bright hopes. His entrance into graduate school had been assured by his high grades and he had gone on to marry the most beautiful and sexy girl on campus, a girl who was outstandingly lovely even among the dozens of desirable females at Winslow College. Most of his friends thought he was the luckiest man alive and dark-haired Debbie was the center of male attention wherever they went. If they only knew! he thought sadly.
The unhappy young husband took a deep drag on the cigarette and turned his attention to the bathroom door as he heard the shower stop. He could just make out her naked figure as she emerged from the shower. The angle of the door prevented him from seeing her clearly, but he caught tantalizing flashes of her young twenty year old figure as she reached for a bath towel and began to dry her voluptuous body.
She bent down to dry her legs and now Jim could clearly see the delicate curve that started at her shoulder blades, sloped downward to the small of her back, then swelled outward to become the roundest, firmest buttocks he had ever seen in his life.
His penis throbbed to life again as he imagined the delicate pink slit that lay up between her ripe thighs. Christ, why doesn't she hurry? he asked himself silently.
It had been almost three weeks since she had allowed him to fuck her. Not that he had not wanted to make love before this! But she had put him off with the excuse that they both needed to conserve their energies for final exams. Now, all their examinations were over and she no longer had that excuse. He wondered if she would try and invent another reason to keep him from taking her.
The bathroom door opened fully and his young wife emerged, clad only in the towel that barely concealed her long legs and the deep cleavage. Jim felt his penis pulsing wildly at the sight of her.
"Hey, honey," he said passionately, hoping that she would understand how much he wanted her. "Have I ever told you how much you turn me on?"
"Only about every other hour!" Debbie replied with exaggeration, a look a pained resignation on her lovely face.
Jim suddenly got up from the bed and pulled her toward him, his thick pulsing cock pressing into her naked belly.
"I thought you'd never get out of that damned shower," he said, trying to pull the damp towel away from her body.
"I-I thought you'd be asleep," his bride protested, trying to wriggle out of his muscular arms which held her tightly, his head buried in the yielding softness of her ripely swelling breasts.
"Jesus, Debbie, I love you so much!" he continued, ignoring her attempts to free herself. "You don't know how sexy and beautiful you are when you come out of the shower-so clean and pure-smelling, I could eat you up!"
"Jim, stop it!" she wailed, as he slipped one hand under the towel and gripped the still damp mounds of her breasts. "You know how thin the walls are in this apartment! The neighbors will hear you!"
"Let'm get their kicks!" he replied, lowering his head and taking one of her pale, perfectly shaped nipples into his mouth and sucking until it stood out from the surrounding areole in a stiff, pyramidal point.
"But I have to get dressed!" Debbie declared, pushing him away and trying to readjust the damp towel around her flushed body. "Susan is coming over."
"What?"
Debbie could see the look of incredulity and anger that flashed across her husband's face, and for a moment she was sorry that she had invited her younger sister to come over tonight.
"I meant to tell you, but I guess it slipped my mind. She called me today and said she had to see me-she sounded all excited. I said she could come over...." Debbie's voice trailed off.
Jim looked down at the clock on the bedside table, and then his eyes went back to his young bride's face.
"It's almost ten o'clock!" he said, his voice heavy with frustration and suppressed rage. "I've been waiting to make love for three weeks, and now you want me to postpone it so you can shoot the shit all night with your fucking sister? "
"Jim! Don't use that kind of language!" she wailed at him, tears coming to her eyes. "You sound like a ... a drunken soldier!"
His body froze and his lips twisted in anger.
"I was a soldier!" he replied coldly. "And I had my share of drunken binges while I fucked my way through Vietnam! Which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for this dump! How do you expect me to react when you cut me off completely?"
Debbie could hardly believe her ears. She was aware, of course, that Jim was unhappy with their sex life. And she had tried to be loving and affectionate. But there was something holding her back, something that would not allow her to welcome or enjoy his obscene insistence on making love. She hated the sight of his lust-glazed eyes and his huge throbbing penis. Why couldn't he love her as she wanted to be loved? Why couldn't it be something pure and spiritual instead of physical and disgusting?
"I-I don't want to talk about it," she said tearfully, fully aware that it had been weeks since she reluctantly opened her body to him. "Why did you leave Vietnam if the women were so wonderful there?"
"They weren't wonderful!" Jim spat out at her. "But, by God, they knew how to treat a man! They weren't the kind that would drive a man half-crazy with lust and then torture him with fucking excuses for not spreading their legs!"
"Don't forget all the other depraved things you've told me about," she replied, her emotions getting the best of her control. "L-Like s-s-sucking your disgusting thing and ... and...." She began to weep uncontrollably.
The young student glared angrily at his wife. She knew that she had struck a nerve and now was frightened at what his reaction would be. He was angrier than she had ever seen him, and she tried to hide her fear behind her tears, hoping against hope that he would stop before it was too late.
But there was no stopping now and Jim pressed on angrily.
"I haven't told you half the things they did," he continued. "Do you want to hear about how I used to fuck them in the ass while they were sucking some G.I.'s cock? Or how I used to...."
"STOP IT!" the young brunette bride screamed at him, her hands over her ears to shut out the awful words. "STOP IT!"
He paused, stunned by her outburst. Then, overcome with frustration, he reached out and pulled her to him, stripping away the towel as he brutally crushed her against his naked body.
"I've had enough of your goddamned frigidity," he snarled, suddenly releasing her and pushing her toward the bed. She landed heavily, her limbs akimbo, her hair-covered little slit wide open and exposed to his lusting eyes.
Debbie made no move to close her legs. She was frightened out of her wits by the cruelty Jim was displaying and she knew that she had to stop him somehow.
"Oh, Jim honey, don't do anything to me, please!" her voice sounded strange. "I'll do anything you want tomorrow, I promise you ... it'll be different, you'll see, I'll really try!"
"Shit! I've heard that garbage before," he replied with sarcasm, his eyes drinking in the erotic sight on the bed. He moved down beside her, his cock lunging and throbbing against his thigh.
"What are you doing?" Debbie asked, terrified at the look in his eyes.
"I'm not waiting until tomorrow, you little bitch! I'm going to fuck you right now ... like I should have fucked you months ago!"
"Leave me alone," the startled young bride commanded, her tears forgotten as she retreated to the far side of the bed. "DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME!!!"
But her outraged husband was not to be stopped. His pent-up anger and frustration had finally erupted with the force of a volcano, transforming him for the moment into a raging demon, determined to have his way. His wife's fear and anger only served to increase his intensity. He was going to have her now, get the release he'd been aching for these past four months of their marriage. Furiously, he rolled over and grappled with her, and his long thick penis shot angrily erect and hard as steel. Crudely he seized the massive shaft in his hand and directed it toward her quivering body.
"I'm going to do what I should have done months ago," he shouted. "Baby, it's time you came down off that fucking pedestal and learned what it's like to be a real woman, with a real man!" his strong muscular hands reached down and began to massage the soft breasts. Horrified, yet fascinated at the same time, Debbie tried to edge away from him.
"Oh, no, you don't," he cried, lunging after her and pinning her down on the bed. "Not this time!" Brutally he spread her legs, exposing the moist, pink furrow of her pussy nestled in the sparse, softly curling dark tangle of pubic hair.
The young bride flailed wildly about on the bed, trying to escape. Her sensuous body, usually so pale and cool to the touch, was now flushed with fear and glistening with sweat. The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and defenseless, her legs spread wide against her will, made Jim's throat tighten with passion. His wild eyes stared down at her moistly quivering cunt, which seemed to contract in fear under his gaze. Suddenly, without any preparation, he jammed his outstretched middle finger harshly into the entrance of her tightly clenched little vaginal canal.
"Nooooooooooo!" Debbie screamed, her inner cuntal walls contracting desperately against the unwanted intruder.
"Shut up," he growled in a voice hoarse with lust. "The neighbors might hear!" There was no mistaking the sarcasm in his voice.
Almost unconsciously, his free hand found the hairy sac between his legs. He massaged the swollen testicles which ached for release. His penis, long, thick and pulsating, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like blue veins stand out in sharp relief from the thick fleshy column. Relentlessly, he twisted his finger, burrowing deeper into her still unprepared vagina. Her resistance only inflamed him the more, making him feel like a satyr, filled with potency and lust. At least she's reacting, he thought, even if it's not with love and desire. Maybe I can fuck her senseless, make her enjoy it even if she fights it at first, there's some hope for us.
Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the damp tightness of her vagina, and, grabbing her roughly by the arms, pulled her to her feet, forcing her to bend over against the dresser. Her long dark hair swirled anxiously across her breasts as Debbie cowered in front of him, hardly daring to wonder what he had in mind. He was like a madman, the young girl thought, as he stood in front of her, stroking his massively thickened penis. His distended organ looked huge and frightening, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Despite her terror, she was strangely fascinated by what was happening, as though a part of her were standing at a distance and watching, not personally involved at all.
"Spread your legs, cunt," he ordered horasely, " 'cause I'm going to fuck you until you're begging for more."
Hypnotized, Debbie did as she was told. Leaning her arms against the dresser for support, her legs splayed wide and her face streaked with tears, the young brunette was a figure of abject humiliation, and more desirable than ever in Jim's eyes.
Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, he came towards her, still stroking his long, blue-veined cock and massaging the heavy, sperm-filled testicles that swung lewdly down between his muscular young thighs. Seizing her hand in an iron grip, he shoved it down between his legs, forcing her to touch his hotly pulsating flesh. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of pungent masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery surface.
The touch of her fingers around the heavily throbbing hardness of his cock aroused gender feelings in Jim. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself savor the tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, making him tremble with excitement.
"Oh, baby," he moaned into the soft, sensuous curve of her neck. "You feel sooo gooooood!"
As though she had not even heard his words, Debbie was seized by a sudden flash of vindictiveness. Taking advantage of his momentary weakness, she gave a vicious twist to his balls that caused him to cry out in pain. Without thinking, he slapped her sharply across the shoulders, sending her reeling against the dresser.
"Goddamned bitch!" he snarled. "I'll teach you to pull tricks like that!"
He spun her around so that she faced him, grabbed her roughly by her nakedly squirming buttocks, fitted his lust-swollen cock head against her tight little cuntal opening and, with one hard, ramming motion of his hips, shoved his massively pulsating length deep up into her belly.
His swollen rod was so thick that the unprepared young bride felt as though the heavy blunt end of a telephone pole had been shoved up inside her vagina.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!" she screamed, struggling fiercely to get away. But every body movement only forced the torturous invading cudgel deeper up into her frantically resisting cuntal sheath.
Pulling her harshly in against him, Jim pried her tightly clenched buttocks apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist, she cringed as his fingers began to probe the full length of her sweat moistened crevice.
"Oh God, no, please...." she began, as the sharp tip of his middle finger began to push cruelly against the entrance to her tiny anal passage. But her angry young husband stopped her protests by jamming his mouth against hers so hard that his teeth dug into her lower lip and she thought she would faint from the smothering intensity of it. The strange feeling of his hands back there, where no one had ever touched her before, had a strange effect on the young girl. The sensation was tantalizing, and Debbie realized suddenly that it was an effort for her to keep from grinding her buttocks back in time with the piston-like rhythm of his long hard cock, which fucked relentlessly in and out of her bruised and smarting cuntal passage.
Oh God, what's happening to me, her mind screamed, I mustn't, I can't let this happen! Digging her nails into his shoulders, she struggled with all her might to fight down the quivering tickling sensations that spiraled through her lower body. Her husband's massively thick penis was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her tender little cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming like a sledge hammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix. Suddenly he pressed his hand tightly against her smooth rounded buttocks and shoved his middle finger brutally all the way up into her tightly puckering little rectal sheath. The impaled young bride's body convulsed with a wild searing pain."
"A A A AHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "JIM, STOP, I CANT STAND IT! OH GOD, I CANT STAND IT!"
"You're going to love it," he retorted, burying his face in her neck and kissing her so hard he raised a red welt on her nakedly sensitive skin. He wanted to hurt her now, subjugate her entirely until she could resist no longer. Sadistically, he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her even deeper and twisted his finger deeper into her painfully stretched rectum. At the same time he bent her nakedly squirming body backwards over the dresser and began sucking and biting harshly on the soft, spongy flesh of her ripe young breasts.
Debbie felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her stomach, wildly exciting waves of sensation began to wash over her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was trembling and writhing out of control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly intense in her entire life, and she began to moan softly, involuntarily.
"Oh God, mmmmmmmmmmmm ... don't ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... Jim, please!" she was babbling incoherently, her hands fluttering in futile gestures to keep him away.
"Fuck back," Jim growled, digging his fingers harder into the soft half-moons of her buttocks. "Get that little pussy moving, FUCK BACK!!!"
Suddenly Debbie's body seemed to explode. She found herself moving in unison with her lustful husband, clawing at his back, bucking furiously into every hammer-like stroke of his thick, bludgeoning rod.
"Yes ... yes...." she moaned, twisting her body wantonly against his. She was like a demon, consumed with only one desire-to take him as far up into her hungrily working cunt as she could and force him to release the long suppressed passion that until that moment, she had not known existed.
Jim felt the writhing, erotically twisting body of his wife against him and he heard her cries of delight. Oh Jesus, he thought happily, it's working! He could hardly believe that the obscenely obsessed girl fucking back onto his glistening cock was really his frigid wife. He had to brace himself against the dresser with his free hand in order to keep his balance as she urged him deeper into her hungrily clasping pussy.
His body felt charged with an entirely new level of excitement. His sperm-bloated balls shook and bounced beneath his wildly hammering cock, and began to inflate and swell with male juices."
"I'M CU ... CU ... CUMMMMMMMMMMING!" he shouted. "I-I'M GOING TO CUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!"
Hot sticky sperm gushed through his balls and an incredible flood of aching release suddenly jolted him as it spurted up the length of his jerking, pulsing penis, spewing into her love-starved pussy. Explosion after explosion of white creamy liquid shot up into Debbie's now frenzied, eagerly clasping cuntal sheath.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders. She was cumming too! Cumming for the first time in her life! Her wetly pulsating pussy convulsed with uncontrollable spasms of pleasure as she felt her first real orgasm overwhelm her. If Jim had not been holding her up she would have collapsed, completely overcome by the extraordinary sensations of delicious ecstasy that consumed her and carried her up, floating softly for a moment, then brought her gently back to earth.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jim slipped his finger from her gently nibbling rectum and his gradually softening cock out of her sperm flooded vagina and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, and with the flush of passion still on her face, he thought she had never looked so lovely. He clasped her close to him, his arms and body still trembling from their exertions.
"Jesus, honey, that was wonderful," he murmured into her hair, suddenly filled with love and tenderness for her.
As Jim's deflated cock pressed into her tender thigh, the white sticky male sperm still oozing from the dilated tip and running slowly down her white flesh, Debbie gradually felt the return of anger and disgust with her husband and with herself for what she had let happen. She was no better than him, really! She had succumbed to the beastly desires that had raged through her and had degraded her body and her mind. She felt humiliated and ashamed.
"Just leave your money on the dresser, soldier!" she shouted at him in her best imitation of a Saigon whore. Without waiting for his reply, she twisted away from her astonished husband and made her way blindly to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.
Jim sank down on the bed, burying his face in his hands. It's no use, he thought desperately, it just isn't any Goddamned use! I'll never understand her. I could have sworn she liked it!
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh Debbie, that's awful!" Susan said with a look of horror still on her pretty young face. "How could he do that?"
Debbie brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave her younger sister a grateful glance. Susan was so understanding for her years. For a moment, Debbie wanted to put her arms around the eighteen year old girl and sob away her troubles just as both of them had done with their deceased mother. Susan was now a freshman at Winslow College and the only real friend that Debbie had.
"Where is he now?" Susan asked, looking apprehensively at the closed bedroom door.
"He put his clothes on and went out," Debbie replied. "I imagine he's sitting in a bar somewhere."
Susan cupped her head in her hands and looked intently at her sister. "What are you going to do now? I mean, you can't still love him?"
Debbie looked up, shocked by her sister's words. That was the trouble-she did love Jim, no matter what he had done. She knew that most of their problems were of her own making and that Jim had had every right to assert his sexual rights.
"But I do love him!" Her voice was strained and anxious. "He's the most marvelous man I've ever known, despite what happened."
Susan pondered Debbie's words, her face wrinkling with the deep love she felt for the older girl. Debbie had practically raised her since their parents had died in the automobile accident four years ago, led her through the sensitive and painful mid-teen years and helped her to become a young woman. But unfortunately, even as Susan had matured sexually, Debbie remained an inhibited child where her own body was concerned. Their long talks about boys and men had always seemed the same way-with Debbie mouthing the old stories about women only being a passive and non-feeling partner in the "dirty" act. Without telling her sister, Susan had discovered for herself that sex was considerably more than that. Since moving into a coed dormitory, in fact, she had had several lovers, all of them fun and splendid in bed.
"You had a kind of spaced-out look in your eyes when you were describing what Jim did," Susan said suddenly and intuitively. "Did you feel anything while he was, uh, while he was...." Susan paused, trying to find the right word to use.
"You mean raping me?" Debbie asked softly. Her face colored as she thought of the exquisite spasms of pleasure that had exploded in her while Jim violated her still smarting vagina and rectum. She wanted to be truthful with Susan but it was difficult to admit to gaining any pleasure from that. "I-I think I had an orgasm!"
Debbie had such an unhappy and horrified look on her face that Susan had an almost uncontrollable impulse to burst out laughing.
"But that's great!" she said quickly. "I mean, that's what sex is all about, isn't it?"
"It's dirty and degrading," Debbie replied. "How could anyone enjoy acting like an animal ... grunting and sweating like that for a few seconds of pleasure!" She put her head in her hands and the tears began again. "Oh, Susan, I feel so ashamed and humiliated!"
The young girl got up from the chair she had been sitting in and went to her sister. Her voluptuous young breasts were heaving with emotion as she put her comforting arms around the unhappy bride and soothed her. Sitting there together they could have been mistaken for twins instead of just sisters. They were built almost exactly alike with slender, willowy bodies that exuded sex appeal. Even Jim had been sometimes confused when he saw them from the rear, their long lovely legs and swelling hips swaying invitingly, beckoning and overpoweringly erotic.
"Honey," Susan said quietly. "You're just going to have to get used to the idea that men and women fuck!"
"Susan!" Debbie cried out, shocked by her younger sister's use of such a horrid word. "Where did you learn a word like that?"
Susan laughed.
"Oh, I know lots of words that would probably shock you," she replied. "But words can't hurt you, it's what you do with the ideas they represent that can really screw you up!"
"I don't understand you," Debbie said, looking up into the lovely face of her sister. "What do you mean?"
Susan looked down at her sister's tearful face warily.
"Will you promise not to be upset if I tell you a secret?"
Debbie nodded, brushing her long brown hair from her damp face. What kind of secret can Susan possibly have? she asked herself.
"I've been going to this place ... The Institute for Sexual Freedom ... I was as screwed up as you are until I met Anthony and his counselors. Honestly, Debbie, the man's a saint! You can't believe the difference it makes once you really know yourself and can express emotions with your whole body and mind. They've taught me how ridiculous it is to deny yourself pleasure-any pleasure!"
"But you're a virgin!"
"Debbie, I haven't been a virgin since I was fifteen," Susan said quietly. "I lost my cherry to the first stud who touched my pussy."
Debbie could hardly believe her ears. Sexual Freedom? Not a virgin? And for Susan to use such filthy language. She sat there, almost in a state of shock from this latest assault on her mind.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this way," Susan continued. "But I think it's important for us to be honest. That's one of Anthony's rules-you have to be completely honest in everything you do and say. Anyway, the point is that I didn't get even one little bit of pleasure out of fucking until they showed me how to free my mind from all its hangups."
"But why didn't you tell me?" Debbie asked, her eyes pleading. "We've been more than just sisters. I would have understood!"
"No you wouldn't have," Susan replied, increasing the tempo of her hands as they massaged her sister's quivering back. "You would have told me it was wrong to enjoy sex-just like you've always told yourself. Even now you won't admit that it's necessary to your own marriage!"
Debbie shook her head, desperately trying to comprehend what her young sister was saying. Surely she couldn't be mixed up with one of those awful places where everyone went around naked and they had orgies. Not Susan!
"What kind of place is it?" she asked, dreading the answer.
"The Institute? It's a place in the hills-an old estate-where we get together to talk out our problems honestly. We have yoga lessons and counseling sessions and things like that. Anthony runs the place and he sees to it that everyone gets exactly the kind of therapy they need. I told you, Debbie, he's wonderful!"
Debbie was still unconvinced.
"Where does the sexual freedom come in?" she asked. "Do they have orgies and things?"
Susan laughed again.
"They teach you how to be sexually free," she replied. "What you do with your freedom is up to you. That's what freedom means!" She had a sudden thought. "Listen, why don't you come up with me tomorrow? I've got a standing invitation to bring any guests I want. You can see for yourself if it can help you and Jim."
"Do you really think it could do us some good?" Debbie asked doubtfully.
"I obviously can't guarantee anything, but if you really want to get over your hangups, it can't do any harm, can it?"
"I guess not. But what about Jim?"
Susan put her arm around her sister's shoulder and pulled her closer.
"Baby, from what you tell me, Jim could use a few sessions himself. Why don't you go alone the first time-with me, I mean-and then if you think it's going to help, you can take Jim along the next time. OK?"
The unhappy young bride pondered the question for a moment. The way things are going right now, she thought desperately, I haven't a thing to lose!
"All right, I'll do it!"
A warm, comfortable feeling of relief swept over her as she pressed her beautiful face into her sister's swelling breasts.
* * *
Debbie slipped out of bed early the next morning, careful not to wake her sleeping husband. He lay there snoring heavily, a strong odor of stale beer on his labored breath.
She had pretended to be asleep when he had come home after midnight, his alcohol-confused body bumping into furniture as he struggled to get out of his clothing and into bed. There was no goodnight kiss from him, no tender words of endearment to lull her to sleep, only the mumbled curses as he fell back onto his pillow and began snoring.
As soon as she was dressed, Debbie scribbled a note to Jim and then went out of their apartment in the married students quarters and across the campus to Susan's dormitory. Most of the students had left for their summer vacations, and she encountered no one she knew as she walked across the well-landscaped quadrangle. By southern Califronia standards Winslow College was an anachronism, small where most colleges and universities were huge. But she and Jim liked the size and the fact that it was situated on the outskirts of the sprawling city of Los Angeles.
Susan was already warming up her old VW when Debbie reached the parking lot of the dorm. She smiled when she saw Debbie, half-believing that her sister would not come after she thought it over.
"Hi," she said brightly. "All set for the big day?"
"I'm a little nervous," Debbie replied, settling herself in the small car. "But I intend to go through with it. I don't think I could stand another evening like last night."
Neither spoke as Susan maneuvered the car off the campus and onto the Ventura Freeway. She drove skillfully and faster than her sister wished. It seemed like only a few minutes before they were turning off the freeway and heading up in the mountains that ringed the San Fernando Valley. Debbie felt the first flush of anxiety and she wanted to tell Susan to stop the car and let her out so that she could take the bus home. Instead, she sat quietly as they drove up the winding road toward the Institute for Sexual Freedom.
Suddenly they were there.
They drove past the open gates of the well-landscaped estate with its breathtaking view of the valley, and Debbie's nervousness increased. She could feel her legs trembling as they approached the sprawling old house and parked the car in the circular driveway.
"Now, listen, honey," Susan said earnestly as she shut off the engine. "I know you're nervous-everyone is the first time. Just try to relax and don't get anymore uptight than you already are. OK?"
Debbie nodded.
"But aren't you going to stay with me?" she asked plaintively.
"I can't, baby, I've got an encounter group in a few minutes," she paused as she saw the look of concern on her sister's face. "I'll stay with you until you're introduced. And I'll look in on you in an hour or so to see how you're getting along. Just don't worry about a thing!"
They walked up the wide steps and into the cool entranceway. It was obvious that the house had cost a fortune to build. Everything seemed to be decorated tastefully, from the muted rich colors of the soft carpet to the polished wood paneling. Debbie felt better immediately. Surely she was safe here, she thought. Everything about the place was designed to inspire a sense of well-being....
Susan led her sister down the long hallway toward an open door at the end of the passage.
"I'll introduce you to Frederick and then I really have to split, I'm already late for my group," she said as they went into the richly paneled room.
A tall, handsome young man who appeared to be in his late twenties looked up from the large oak desk and smiled at them. Debbie felt the blood rush to her face as she saw that he was one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. He rose quickly and came around the desk, his hand extended.
"Hi, Susan," he said in a smooth deep voice. "Have you brought us a visitor?" He took Susan's hand and then Debbie's.
An electric shock went through Debbie as he pressed his hard flesh into hers. His fingers seemed to dance on hers, coaxing and making her want to hold it forever. His tall, lean frame was clad in a loose-flowing robe of deep brown and he wore a pair of Mexican sandals. His features were striking and sharp, with full, sensual lips and penetrating eyes, only a shade darker than the long brown hair that covered his ears.
"Good morning, Frederick," Susan said. "This is my sister Debbie. She's interested in the Institute and I wondered if you could talk to her about joining some of our classes?"
His deep brown eyes went to Debbie's face and he smiled a slow, lazy smile, his white teeth accenting the tanned flesh of his body.
"Of course I will. It will be my pleasure," he said. "Why don't you two come into one of our private rooms and we can talk without interruption."
"I have to get to class," Susan said, turning toward the open door. "I'll stop in when I'm free. OK?"
Frederick gave her leave to go with a wave of his long arm. They watched Susan leave and then he turned to Debbie again.
"Please come this way."
The young man led her into a large, comfortable room with several overstuffed chairs and couches and a small desk. Like the other parts of the house that Debbie had seen, this room was tastefully decorated and reassuring.
"Why don't you take this seat," Frederick said, pointing to a place on one of the couches. "I'll sit next to you if you don't mind."
Debbie settled herself on the amazingly soft couch and smiled up at him.
"Not at all," she said without a trace of nervousness in her voice. She felt a strange affinity with the young man and she wanted desperately for him to like her.
"You're very beautiful, Debbie," the man said earnestly. "I've always admired your sister. Apparently her beauty runs in the family."
"Why thank you," she replied, her face flushing slightly as he patted her bare knee with his hand. She had dressed carefully this morning in a light summer blouse that clung to her figure and accentuated her lushly swelling breasts, and a short skirt that concealed none of her long beautiful legs. For a moment she wondered if she were dressed cheaply, somehow out of place in this austere but comfortable house.
"I think before you say anything about why you're here I should explain something," Frederick said, his hand still on her knee, pressing into it and causing a ripple of pleasure to surge through her. "First of all, we operate on a first name basis, that's rule number one. Rule number two-and perhaps the most important of all, is that we practice complete and total honesty. Honesty of thought, word and deed. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Debbie nodded, almost hypnotized by the handsome man's words.
"Fine!" he continued. "Rule number three is a simple but profound one that we've found necessary for beginners at the Institute. Each new member is required to give absolute obediance to every member of our staff for the first three months. You must accept any decision without question or argument! Is that understood?"
"You mean I have to put myself completely in your hands?"
Frederick was still smiling at her and his hand was gentle on her knee, but Debbie could sense the iron-will behind his innocent appearance.
"Excellent!" he said. "I don't believe I've ever heard it put so succinctly and correctly! You're a very intelligent young woman, Debbie."
A feeling of pride swept over her at his words. Her self-confidence had been slipping away so quickly lately that she was grateful to be reassured.
"Let me tell you something about the Institute," he continued. His eyes were drinking in her lush young body and she felt her face color as he increased the pressure of his hand on her knee. "I'm sure you know that the problems of human sexuality have plagued mankind for centuries. I don't mean to sound smug when I tell you that our founder has discovered the key for unlocking most of these mysteries. We want to pass on these secrets to our members and ultimately, to the world. But the acquisition of knowledge is never easy-especially for those who have been conditioned by a repressive society like ours. That's why we insist that all new members defer to our judgement for the first three months." He paused. "Of course, you're free to drop out at any time you wish, but you'd be missing out on one of the greatest benefits in the history of the world!"
The flustered young bride was almost overcome by the power of his voice and the words he spoke. It was almost like he was staring into her very soul, she thought to herself, as if fate had conspired to bring her and the Institute for Sexual Freedom together at this turning point in her young life.
"You'll help me?" she asked breathlessly, terrified that he might say no.
Frederick's hand was ranging far from her knee now, lightly running up and down the exposed flesh of her thigh and causing ripples of pleasure to course through her trembling body.
"There is a fee for our new members," he sad unctuously. "It allows us to survive in this commercial world. Personally, I hope it won't be long before we can offer our knowledge to the world in the spirit of true charity, but for now we must exist while we train our leaders for the difficult task ahead." He arched his eyebrows as he speculated on what Debbie might be good for. "Ordinarily we require ten thousand dollars advance for new members...." he paused again as an anxious look crossed her lovely face. " ... but I think I might persuade Anthony to take you on as a special case at say ... oh, why don't we say five thousand?"
Debbie bit her lip as she realized that she would have to spend most of the money remaining from her parents estate-money that she and Jim had planned to use for his graduate school. Still, what was more important, she asked herself, their happiness and the survival of their short marriage or his education?
"I-I think I might be able to raise that," she replied, her mind in a turmoil of doubts and anxieties. "But I'm not sure yet that I should spend so much money on ... on my problems." She blushed deeply, remembering the brutal way her young husband had taken her last night.
"Oh!" Frederick said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. "I looked forward to having you in my private Sensuality Seminar. Are you sure you want to pass up the opportunity to really free yourself and become one of the extremely few people in the world who have the opportunity to study under Anthony-one of the world's truly great men?
The confused young bride felt herself wilting under Frederick's intense eyes. She felt intuitively that she had somehow disappointed him and that he was going to be crushed if she denied herself what he was offering her.
"Oh, I do!" she blurted out involuntarily. "I--I'll manage somehow!"
Her handsome young companion's smile returned immediately and his fingers on her thigh expressed his happiness.
"That's wonderful, Debbie! I promise you that you won't be sorry!"
He arose suddenly and went to the desk and began rummaging in one of the drawers. He pulled a sheaf of papers out and arranged them on the desk-top along with a pen.
"Why don't you come over here and make yourself comfortable," he asked her. "I'm afraid there's some paperwork that must be completed-just a formality, of course!"
Debbie rose from the couch and moved quickly toward him, anxious to be near his handsome male body and to bask in the self-confidence that he exuded. He pulled out the desk chair for her and urged her to sit down.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll go straight up and see Anthony right now. It'll save time that way. You can fill in the forms while I talk to him, OK?"
Debbie wanted to ask him to stay with her, to help her over her continuing anxiety. Instead, she looked down at the pile of forms and almost blanched as her eyes caught some of the intimate and personal questions. Oh my God, she thought to herself, I can't be that honest! Before she had a chance to say anything, Frederick was leaving the room.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," he called out to her seated figure. "I'll have one of the girls come in with refreshments."
He shut the door quietly as he left and Debbie turned with a feeling of disappointment to the forms on the desk. Her brown eyes widened as she scanned the page. Then, with a look of resignation she picked up the pen and began to write.
* * *
"How's that for salesmanship?" Frederick said proudly to the heavy-set older man who sat across the desk from him. "Five grand without a protest!"
"Not bad," Tony Ames admitted, his sensual features smiling slightly as he studied his young assistant. "Although I think we got seven thousand from her sister!"
Frederick winced at the obvious dig. Tony had handled young Susan personally as he was fond of pointing out to the rest of the staff. Frederick hated the founder of the Institute for Sexual Freedom, but he knew that without Tony he would be nothing. Less than nothing really, just another Malibu beach bum as he had been when Tony Ames met him. Now, Frederick, formerly known as Freddie Snyder, had everything he could want-all the pussy he could handle, his private apartment in the huge house, and a cut of all the business he brought in. Another day like today, he thought happily, and I'll be able to turn in the Chevy convertible for that bright red Porsche!
"Just don't get over-confident," Tony said forcefully. "That'll kill you every time!"
Tony Ames leaned back in his soft leather executive chair and smiled. Life had been good recently for the forty year old ex-convict. But he knew that he deserved it. It had been no easy thing to turn his only assets-a huge, insatiable cock and a glib tongue, into the Institute. And he wanted more of the same! More thousands in the Swiss bank account, more luscious young broads who would wait on him hand and foot and cater to his every erotic desire, more of the awesome reverence with which the members of the Institute treated him!
"Where is our new member now?" he asked.
"She's filling out the forms downstairs," Frederick replied. "I told Pauline to take her in some of our special "punch" and to get her ready for you. They'll meet you in room number six in about twenty minutes."
"You say she's a looker?"
"You can say that again!" Frederick replied excitedly. "I fucking near came in my shorts just playing with her leg. She's better looking than her sister, and I'll bet that sweet little pussy is pure dynamite!"
"You deserve a bonus, Freddie," Tony said. He reached out and flicked a button on the intercom in front of him. "Find Lois and send her in immediately!" He flicked the switch off and sat back in his chair, his heavy face smiling again. "You told me you've wanted to fuck that new girl in the ass-hole, didn't you?"
Frederick licked his lips nervously as he thought of the tender young Lois. She was sixteen and had been coming to the Institute for less than a month. His cock began to pulse into erection as he remembered her lithe young body with the long lovely legs and the swelling breasts. Until now, Tony had kept the beautiful young girl to himself.
"I make you a present of her, Freddy," Tony said broadly. "She's got the tightest little ass-hole you ever saw. And she really knows how to move her ass when you're fucking her there! I think she's a nympho."
In a moment the door opened and a nubile young blonde walked into the room. She wore only a diaphanous silk robe that barely covered her lovely body. A look of wanton lewdness played on her full, red lips.
"Get that fucking robe off and get down on your hands and knees, bitch!" Tony ordered as Frederick stood up and began to pull his own robe over his head. His huge throbbing cock pulsed widely against his shorts.
A look of desire came to the young girl's face as she realized what was to come. Slowly she pulled the thin material away from her already hardening nipples and trembling legs. As she sank slowly to the floor her fingers came out and began to obscenely massage her thin little pussy lips and a low moan of pleasure came from her crimson lips.
"Get your ass up in the air and spread those cheeks, baby," Frederick demanded as he sank down behind the eagerly waiting young member of the Institute for Sexual Freedom.
Tony heard her groans of pleasure as he walked out of the room and down the broad stairway toward Debbie Hollis.
* * *
The shocked young Debbie looked up from the forms on the desk as she heard the door open. Her face was still flushed and she felt incredibly naive as she realized that she didn't even know what some of the words on the questionaire meant.
At that moment, a young girl entered the room bearing a tray with a tall glass filled with a clear liquid. Debbie was stunned to see that she was wearing only a wrap-around loincloth around her seductively weaving hips, leaving the entire upper half of her torso naked. The warm fleshy mounds of her ripely firm young breasts swayed in unison as she padded barefooted across the room, yet she seemed totally unselfconscious as she arranged the tray on the desk. The nervously trembling young wife was grateful to have the other girl in the room no matter how she was dressed. It gave Debbie the opportunity to focus her attention somewhere besides the embarrassing questionaire. She wanted desperately to appear at ease, not naive and unsophisticated, but the near nudity of the girl was a new experience for her and she knew that she was flushed with embarrassment.
"Hi," she said nervously.
"Hello, I'm Pauline!" the girl's voice was low-pitched and friendly. "Is everything all right?"
"I-I guess so," Debbie answered, her eyes unconsciously going to the forms on the desk. The words still burned into her mind: Cunnilingus-Fellatio-analism!
Pauline could see that Debbie was upset, and she tried to calm her.
"Oh, don't worry about those forms," she said soothingly. "I think everyone is a little up-tight about being asked all those personal things. You'll get used to it."
Will I? Debbie asked herself silently. Will I ever get used to telling complete strangers how I feel about my own body?
"Why don't you just leave them for later," Pauline continued. "I'm supposed to take you down to get you ready to meet Anthony." She pronounced the name with awe and left little doubt as to how she felt about Anthony.
Debbie followed the almost naked young girl out of the room and down the long hallway. As they walked she was conscious of how natural and unashamed the girl seemed to be in contrast to her own feelings of anxiety. Strangely, she felt ill at ease and out of place fully dressed.
Suddenly the girl stopped and ushered Debbie into a luxuriously furnished room. Debbie's eyes widened as she surveyed the muted but rich colors of the silk wall hangings and the low, deep pile of the couch that sat before a large open fireplace. She sank ankle-deep into the soft rug and heard low soothing music coming from hidden speakers. The only other thing in the room was a screen in one corner.
"I'm afraid I've forgotten to bring your drink," Pauline said, "You just go in and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
Hesitantly, Debbie went into the room and stood by the couch. She had never in her life been in a room that gave her such a feeling of well-being and comfort.
In a moment Pauline was back, carrying the tray with the drink. She shut the door and came over to where Debbie was standing.
"Here you go, honey, you drink this," she said.
The nervous young bride took the cool glass and sipped the liquid. She immediately felt a warm glow spread through her body, a feeling so tingling and delicious that she drank more. Debbie had never liked the taste of alcohol but this was different. Suddenly all of her nervousness was gone and she wanted to sink down into the soft cushions of the couch and let her mind wander over the new and exciting things that were happening to her.
"It's time for you to change clothes, honey," Debbie heard the other girl say. "Your costume is behind the screen, why don't you slip into it now before I go?"
Debbie felt no hesitancy about changing clothes. Her own tight blouse and miniskirt were too restricting. She wanted to be free-like Pauline!
She allowed herself to be led to the screen. There were several hangers behind it. Pauline urged her to take off the skirt and blouse while she took a thin, almost transparent nylon robe from one of the hangers.
Slowly, the young bride stripped her blouse and skirt off, exposing her lush white flesh to the other girl. Pauline gazed appreciatively at the warmly swelling breasts with their little cherry-tipped nipples showing clearly through the tight brassiere. Debbie's legs were slightly apart and Pauline licked her lips appreciatively as her eyes went down the voluptuous body, past the flaring hips and focusing on the dark triangle of pubic hair that was outlined against the white nylon material of her panties. She could see the plump pussy lips and the slight indentation between them. Debbie hesitated.
"All of it has to come off, honey," Paula said in a breathless voice, anxious for a better look at the lovely young girl's tender flesh.
Without protest, Debbie reached around behind her back and undid the snaps of her brassiere, freeing her proudly uplifted breasts. They jutted out like large peaches, her nipples straining and erect. Then, she reached down and quickly slipped off the white panties, pulling them down over her smooth hips with a swift movement. For the first time in her young life she felt free and unashamed at being naked. Her long lithe legs trembled slightly at the new experience and she could see that Pauline was staring down at her thighs, white and smooth in contrast to the little triangle of silky pubic hair that guarded her womanhood.
Take it easy, Pauline told herself in a whirl of erotic desire from the sight of the lovely young bride's nakedness. Just keep cool-you'll have a chance to sink your tongue in that sweet little pussy soon enough!
Her eyes glazing with lust, Pauline held out the diaphanous robe and helped Debbie slip her arms into it. There was no fastening at the front and her hands came up to hold it closed.
"Every new member has to dress like this," Pauline said, anticipating the question as she saw a look of concern come into the young bride's eyes. "After a few minutes, it'll feel entirely natural!"
She led the unprotesting girl back to the couch and indicated she should sit down. Debbie did so quickly, sinking back into the incredible softness dreamily.
"I have to leave now," Pauline said reluctantly. "Anthony will be here in a few minutes."
Debbie nodded, her mind drifting aimlessly from the effects of the cool drink. She settled back and waited for Anthony as the door closed, leaving her alone.
It seemed only a few seconds until the door opened again and a short, heavy-set man entered the room. Despite his height and weight, Anthony was an imposing man with a powerful body that rippled sensuously as he walked toward her. He, too, was wearing the same wrap-around loincloth as Pauline. His chest and arms were heavily muscled and burned a deep brown from the sun.
He had finely-molded features that were framed by thick curly hair and a heavy beard. But it was his eyes that immediately drew Debbie's attention. They were dark brown and staring, the most powerful eyes she had ever seen. They held her gaze, forcing her to look deeply into them as he seemed to read her mind. A slight smile played on his thick, sensuous lips as he lowered himself down onto the soft couch beside her.
His physical presence was so overpowering that Debbie found herself unable to speak, content to just sit there and stare at him.
"I'm Anthony," he announced simply in a deep, rich voice that only added to his image of power and authority.
Debbie was confused by her own thoughts and she nodded in reply.
"Frederick was right-you are very beautiful!"
Suddenly, Debbie could feel herself redden to the tips of her toes and she pulled the robe closer about her as she felt his frank gaze run up and down her body.
His strong hands came out quickly and closed over hers, forcing her to release the material. She gasped as he pulled her hands away and the robe fell open, exposing her magnificently smooth breasts to his avid, searching eyes.
"You mustn't be self-conscious about nudity, my dear," he said smoothly. "A beautiful body is nature's greatest gift! You must always be proud of it."
"B-But...." she tried to talk but his suddenly hardening mouth made her stop.
"I assume that Frederick has acquainted you with our rule for new members," he said coldly. "We allow no disobedience! Our will must be your will until you have mastered your own mind and body!"
Despite herself, Debbie couldn't help feeling that Anthony was destined to be her master. How could she possibly argue with so powerful a figure? Still, she had to say something to cover her confusion.
"But ... but I haven't really joined the Institute yet! I thought this was just an interview?"
A look of dark anger suddenly came to Anthony's face and he dropped her hands and stood up.
"What? Do you mean to tell me that Frederick has misled me and made me waste my precious time-time that I should be spending with those who have great need of my counsel! I don't believe it!"
Frightened by the force of his words, Debbie cowered on the couch, her naked exposed body forgotten as Anthony began to stalk around the room.
"And you!" he turned to face the frightened young bride. "Have you come here out of some frivolous curiosity?"
Tears began to fill her terrified eyes as she shook her head.
"Do you know how many thousands of people we turn away for every few we accept at the Institute?" he demanded. "How rare it is for us to have an opening?" He scowled. "I don't have time to waste on silly little girls who want to wallow in self-pity all their lives, who would rather be locked up inside a body that becomes a prison. I offer to give you the secrets which will free you forever from the tyranny of sex, and you dare...." he paused for effect, his powerful body hovering over the trembling young bride, his voice soaring in mock rage. " ... you dare to tell me that you haven't decided yet?"
As he finished speaking, Debbie was near hysteria. Oh my God, she cried out silently, What have I done? She was convinced that Anthony would order her out of the house in humiliation, that she would lose forever the chance to save her marriage and to be happy. She had to convince him that it was all a mistake-that she did want and need him!
"Please, don't send me away!" she wailed. "I do want you to teach me ... please, I'll do anything!"
Anthony dropped back down onto the couch and pulled her heaving body against his hard chest tenderly, his strong hands going down her back and massaging the tender flesh in an attempt to calm her. A sly smile played across his face as he congratulated himself on his performance.
"Now, now, Debbie," he said in a soothing voice. "I was just testing you to see if you were really ready for the Institute. Of course I'll help you!"
The grateful young wife was suddenly overcome with emotion and she pressed her heated face into his naked chest, her salty tears flowing down her cheeks and onto the hair-covered muscles of his body.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! I'll do whatever you ask, anything you want if you'll help me save my marriage!"
Debbie suddenly found herself pouring out her story to Anthony. It took no more than four or five minutes but to her it seemed as if she talked for hours. Everything was suddenly erupting from her tortured mind-her uninhibited childhood, the years since her parent's death, the aversion she had always felt toward sex, and ultimately, the brutal rape last night by Jim. She was only faintly aware that while she talked, Anthony's hands were roving over her near-naked flesh, his touches becoming more subtle and more intimate. As she finished her story, she was surprised to see that his strong hands were gliding over her straining, taut-nippled breasts, teasing the warm flesh and sending ripples of pleasure surging through her body.
"I'm sure we can help you, my dear," Anthony said sincerely, his eyes glazed with lust from the lovely flesh he was kneading and massaging. "It seems to me that you deserve my special attention. The first thing that I want you to do is to relax, and let me experiment with your sensory zones."
"Experiment?" Debbie asked weakly, feeling the effects of the strange drink and the powerful man's hands on her unresisting body.
"I must know how you react to certain stimuli," he continued, gently pulling her body down until she was stretched out fully on the soft couch. He dropped to his knees on the floor beside her, his hands removing the thin robe from her unprotesting arms and upper torso. He tossed it aside and bent down over her.
"I want you to close your eyes and think of my hands as only an extension of your own," he said quickly. "Just let your thoughts drift around and think of anything you like that will put you at ease."
As he spoke, Debbie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the pleasure she had experienced last night when Jim had plunged his massive cock into her greedily clasping pussy and triggered the explosions of strange and wonderful pleasure. As Anthony's hand came out and began to roam over her naked body she wondered why she didn't object to being touched so intimately by a perfect stranger. She felt the caressing fingers playing on her bare flesh and she forced herself to relax.
The heavy-set man could feel the subtle changes in her body.
"Excellent! You're doing very well," he said. "Just relax and imagine that these are your own fingers on your body."
He was sweeping down over her flat stomach, teasing the silken flesh with his fingertips and edging closer to the wispy curls of silken pubic hair that lay just out of reach. Debbie felt her breath coming faster.
Suddenly, without any warning, Anthony spread her legs with one hand and plunged his outstretched finger up into her open vagina, and in a fearful reflex action, her outer cuntal muscles clamped tightly around it in a futile effort to force it from entering any further.
"Relax!" he demanded in a strange voice. "You must not tighten up. Remember, you are here to learn about yourself."
"Don't make me do that!" she moaned, almost on the verge of tears again. "No one has ever touched me there before last night!"
"I understand your feelings, Debbie," Anthony said as he gently withdrew his finger. "I want you to be perfectly honest with me when you feel strongly about something."
Her eyes still tightly shut to keep from having to look at him, Debbie tried to think of how she did feel.
"I-I can't explain it," she moaned. "I just think it's dirty!"
"Do you trust me, Debbie?"
"Oh, yes!" she replied hurriedly. "I do!"
"Then you must follow my instructions. I promise you I won't do anything that isn't for your own good. You've been so conditioned by outside influences that you can't believe pleasure can be good, isn't that so?"
She heard herself say yes.
"What I must do," she heard him continue, "is to break down those barriers that you've erected for yourself, to demonstrate that your body isn't evil-it's a wonderful tool that you can use to bring great happiness to yourself and to your husband." His voice hardened again. "You do want to make your husband happy, don't you?"
Her eyes flew open and she looked up in his face.
"Oh, yes! More than anything in the whole world!"
"Good. Then you must obey me in everything I ask. I really won't give you another chance!" His voice became low and seductive, yet with a compelling air of authority that she found difficult to resist. Her mind was reeling with confusion and excitment and she wanted to please him.
"I'll try," she said weakly.
"Just remember, I am the master and you must obey me," he said. "I know what is good for you and what we must do!" His eyes were hypnotic and in the muted light of the room appeared to be boring directly into her soul. "Say it! Say you will obey me!"
"I'll obey you," she managed to say. She could not take her eyes from his, but she sensed that he was removing the loincloth from around his middle.
Suddenly, he bent down and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his tongue going deep into her oral cavity and searching for her tongue. His hands began kneading her full, pink-tipped breasts and she felt her stomach warm again.
"You will obey me!" he murmured, taking his lips from hers and looking deeply into her eyes again. "You must obey me!"
Debbie nodded, afraid to say anything that might upset him.
"I'm going to order you to do something that you always thought dirty," he continued. "I want you to suck my cock!"
The words hit her like a bolt of lightning.
"I won't," she cried out, struggling to free herself. "NO!"
"Than leave immediately!" he ordered her. "Get out of my sight!"
For a moment, Debbie was about to cry out that that was exactly what she would do, leave his depraved place and never come back! But something stopped her. She had to break through the barriers that she had erected against sexual pleasure. She had to!
With an almost superhuman effort, the young brunette bride worked her hand down his body, down to where she could feel the warmly pulsating shaft of his penis between his legs. Steeling herself, she clasped his massive hardness in her slim hand. It was so thick she could just barely get her fingers around it.
"That's right, get it good and hard before you start sucking it," he hissed, pulling her naked young body off the couch so that she was sitting on the plush rug next to him. "You have to learn that a man's cock is your best friend! I want you take it into your pretty little mouth and suck it! I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every drop if you want to stay here and learn from me!"
Fighting back a wave of revulsion at his coarse words and cruel treatment, Debbie grasped the heavy, blue-veined column in both her hands. Although she had never allowed herself to touch Jim's penis, she instinctively knew that Anthony's was much bigger than her husband's. It was long and thick, and a few droplets of semen oozed out of the tiny slit at the end of the purplish rubbery head. Despite herself, she found it fascinating to look squarely at a fully erect male penis for the first time. It gave a little jerk as she touched it, lurching out of her hands for a moment and waving blindly in the air, as if it had a life of its own. Retrieving it, she groaned softly to herself and began licking the entire length of the shaft with the flat of her tongue, noticing for the first time the velvety texture and the deep ridges of the veins against her tongue.
"Now, that's more like it," Anthony declared. Then with one hand he reached down and seized his heavily throbbing cock, pulling her head toward it cruelly. "Open your mouth and suck it!"
Debbie recoiled as she felt the huge, lust-swollen penis press against her lips, the hotly pulsating tip trying to force an entry into her mouth.
"NNnnnnnnnnooooooo!" she moaned between tightly clenched teeth, trying to squirm away.
Anthony gave a vicious wrench to her hair, causing her to cry out in pain. Immediately, he plunged his thick, bludgeoning shaft into the warm softness of her mouth, forcing it all the way back to her tonsils so that she gagged helplessly on its fullness. For a moment, she contemplated biting down with all her might on the awful invading organ.
"Now suck it!" he commanded, his voice angry and strained. "It'll feel good in a minute!" He stretched out full length on the soft rug, pulling her naked young body down over him, her mouth still impaled by the pulsating thickness as her tongue fought to expel the heated flesh.
Her trembling legs were suddenly caught, vise-like, between his powerful ankles, holding her still as he lunged upward into her reluctant young mouth. The brunette housewife cowered in fear, I don't think I can stand it, she thought, almost faint with fear and revulsion. Suddenly she began to struggle desperately to free herself. She felt his huge penis slip out of her mouth and she moaned wildly.
"I can't do it," she sobbed almost incoherently. "Let me go, please!"
His powerful hands caught her head between them and he forced her to look at him. "Don't you understand? You have to suck my cock if you're ever going to be free of those goddamned hang-ups! Do you want your husband to leave you? Do you want to go through life just a frigid piece of pussy that can't keep a man?"
"No," she moaned, "You've got to believe me. I do want to keep Jim from leaving me! Please don't send me away. I'll try again, I want to suck your cock!" Tears flowed down the young girl's cheeks as she realized how deeply troubled she was. The thought of losing Jim was more than she could bear. She had to do what Anthony wanted!
"THEN SUCK MY COCK!"
Debbie tried desperately to stem the tide of salty tears as she again lowered her head and allowed her wetly ovaled lips to enclose the tip of his long rigid organ. A shudder of revulsion ran through her as she determinedly took the entire blunted head into her mouth and began to suck on it as he had commanded.
Anthony growled his satisfaction as he felt his eagerly pulsating cock slide wetly around in the soft yielding mouth of the tearful young wife. He watched with victoriously gleaming eyes as the girl, glistening with sweat, took the hard swollen length all the way up to the hilt in her throat.
Enjoying his power, he moved his hips and fucked his heavily pulsing cockhead in and out deeply and slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of her innocent young lips nibbling and licking at the smooth bulbous hardness and then clasping wetly around the thick, skewering pole. He liked the feeling of his cock-flesh rubbing tantalizingly against her teeth and her tongue swirling hotly against the sensitive underside. In and out he went, increasing his tempo as his corrupt passion mounted, exploring with undisguised glee the interior of her warmly working oral cavity, twisting his pelvis lasciviously about in rhythm to her small hesitant sucking moitons.
Debbie gagged again, almost choking, as the massive pole of rigid male cock-flesh throbbed against the back of her throat. But it seemed that the more she resisted, the worse it was. Maybe if I suck a little bit faster and help him, she thought, it'll be over faster!
She began to suck and pull harder on the huge rubbery instrument, tentatively at first, then faster and faster.
"That's it, suck harder!" Anthony groaned huskily, pumping his naked pelvis upward into her face. Debbie felt as if she would go mad if the obscene rape of her mouth were not finished soon and she struggled to get it over with. She felt utterly degraded, humiliated by the man she had come to for help. I can't stop, she thought desperately, I've got to save my marriage!
As the naked young bride relaxed her body and allowed her mouth to suck more eagerly on the impaling, enormous cock she felt a strange new sensation and realized that a warm excited moisture was seeping from between her legs. She suddenly realized that for some time she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her clitoris between her cunt lips, and creating a delicious throbbing in her vagina. She had never done such a thing before, but somehow, in this bizarre situation, it had happened spontaneously. To her own fascination, she realized that, if she spread her legs very wide and reached back she could finger her clitoris. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth over the throbbing little bud of flesh in rhythm with her warm, wet sucking motions on Anthony's heatedly thick penis.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" she sighed, as stinging flashes of unbearable pleasure surged through her wetly steaming vagina and up into her belly. Hungrily, her warm wet mouth pulled on Anthony's shaft of swollen flesh as her fingers worked feverishly, straining to reach more of her own hotly pulsing pussy. She actually began to enjoy her depraved acts. She felt like a whore ... yes ... even a slave, just as he wanted her to be, and she knew that she loved it!! Wanted more!!
Anthony could feel her pulling wet mouth sucking more fervently on his massive cock and he was surprised to look down between their naked bodies and see her hand working feverishly on her pussy. A smug smile flashed across his face.
"You're getting the rhythm, baby. Keep sucking!"
Swept away in an erotic torrent stronger than anything she had ever felt before, Debbie did as she was told. Her legs began to shake and tremble and her teasing fingers massaged her quivering little clitoris in time to the lascivious sucking she was giving to Anthony's hugely throbbing cock.
He could feel his desire-heated semen beginning to gather and surge in the heavy sacs of his testicles, which lay obscenely against his naked thighs, Debbie's lips grazing the swollen balls as her hungrily sucking mouth worked up and down his inflamed penis.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" he moaned, feeling the approach of his orgasm. He could hardly wait to spew his hot male sperm into her lovely mouth and to have her swallow every drop. He reached up and caught her head between his hands again, afraid that she would pull away at the last minute.
The young wife sucked furiously at his burgeoning cock, drawing it deeply into her mouth. So aroused was she by now that Anthony's precautions were unnecessary. Swept away by the overwhelming lust building in her loins, she pulled and teased at the huge organ lovingly. I'm doing it, she repeated to herself over and over again, I'm sucking his cock and enjoying it!
Suddenly Antony's pelvic gyrations became more intense. She felt as though he would shove his wildly throbbing shaft all the way down her throat with each stroke. His head was thrown back and a grimace of ecstasy contorted his face. His breathing came in short, guttural bursts."
"Oh ... oh ... Jesus, I'm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" he shouted. "Suck me harder, baby! Suck me gooooooooddddddd!"
Suddenly Debbie felt a hot spurt of thick wetness shoot out of his madly jerking penis into her throat, the first of a series that seemed like explosions.
At first the thick, creamy liquid repelled her and she nearly gagged, but then her own fevered orgasm, triggered by her lewd self-fingering, suddenly reached its peak. Her nakedly convulsing body shook with waves of pleasure, and her loins exploded with burning rapture as desperately the spasming walls of her tight pussy gushed out their moist female essence that cascaded hotly down her openly quivering cuntal slit and caused her nearly to faint with rapture. In the galvanic release that took hold of her with deep animal intensity, the initial distaste she had for taking Anthony's scalding male cum into her mouth vanished completely. Instead, the gushing white cum that continued to pump firuously into her mouth thrilled her as nothing ever had before. Abandoning herself completely to the shattering orgasm, she swallowed the burly man's spurting seed with hungrily sucking lips, while her own climax continued to mount to unbelievable heights as she probed lewdly, furiously with her fingers.
"MNNNNNNNNNNN!!" she mewled in erotic frenzy as she voraciously gulped down Antony's hot white semen. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"SUCK IT ALL UP!" he commanded. "SWALLOW EVERY BIT!" His glistening naked body bucked furiously as he felt the lurid orgasm shake him. He drove his wildly spurting cockhead deeply into her throat, and the humiliated young housewife slavered without question over his rapidly deflating hardness.
"UNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH," she groaned, nearly incoherent with the force of the explosive orgasm in her moistly quivering vagina, her passion-crazed fingers still fucking into her glistening cuntal slit.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Anthony drained himself of the last of his searing semen and with a deep sigh of satisfaction, he withdrew his softening rod of flesh from Debbie's still greedily sucking mouth and fell back, his mind racing with the power that he felt over the naive young wife.
Debbie let her fingers linger in her moistly twitching vagina a few moments, as her body sank down beside his, radiant with ebbing pleasure. She could scarcely believe the fantastic experience she had just gone through. What had begun as a loathesome and dirty thing had suddenly become wildy exciting, totally delightful. Out of her submission she had found such an exquisite pleasure-just as Anthony had hinted to her. She would never again question him or deny anything he wanted. Happily she looked over at his exhausted body and smiled.
"Did I disappoint you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, no!" she replied quickly. "It was wonderful!"
Anthony felt a surge of pride as the young bride reached over lazily and began to fondle his already swelling cock with her long fingers.
My God, Debbie thought as she nimbly played her fingers up and down the rapidly hardening shaft, I've never felt so good in all my life! At that moment she would have sworn that Anthony was the most wonderful, the most potent man in the world.
"Ready for lesson number two?" he asked lewdly, moving his body around and pulling her widespread legs even further apart.
CHAPTER THREE
"Where's Debbie?"
Susan stood in the open doorway of Frederick's office and looked quizzically at him. He wore a look of smug satisfaction.
"Hi, Susan," he said, looking up and smiling at her. "Your sister is with Anthony. But I've got a message for you from him."
The young girl was pleasantly stirred by the words. For the four months that she had been coming to the Institute, Anthony had never given any indication that he had even noticed her.
"A message? for me?"
"Yes," Frederick answered. "Sit down for a moment." He indicated the chair by his desk that was strategically placed so that Susan's lushly beautiful body would be open and exposed to his gaze. He watched with mounting interest as she sat down and crossed her long legs. She wore a thin clinging shift that molded itself to her softly rounded body perfectly. He could see every detail of her taut little nipples.
"How did it go with Debbie?" she asked the young assistant to Anthony. She had always liked Frederick, but they had never had any relations outside classes.
"Anthony was very impressed with your sister," he replied. "He's going to enroll her."
"That's great!" Susan was genuinely happy for her sister. It was impressive to be screened by Anthony himself. "What's the message?"
Frederick looked intently at the girl for a moment before speaking. By God, he thought lewdly, I'm going to have to give this chick some special attention soon!
"The message?" Susan prodded.
"Sorry!" he answered quickly. "I was thinking about something else. Anthony thinks your sister should stay overnight for a special marathon session he's doing this evening. Your sister thinks there might be some hassle with her husband. Anthony wants you to go and keep him occupied or maybe to talk him into coming up here. Do you think you can handle it?"
Susan pondered the question. On the one hand she didn't want to disappoint Anthony or Debbie if they thought it was necessary for her stay. On the other hand she knew what a temper Jim sometimes had.
"Gee, I don't know," she replied. "What do I tell him?"
"That's entirely up to you, Susan," Frederick said, his eyes tracing the sensuous curve of the young girl's lushly swelling breasts. "I'm sure you can handle it easily," he paused as a look of uncertainty crossed her lovely face. "It goes without saying that Anthony and I would be very grateful for your help."
The impressionable girl needed no further encouragement. She would prove to Anthony and to Frederick that they could trust her with a difficult task.
"I guess I can do it," Susan said confidently. "Just leave it to me!"
"Great! You better get right on it!"
Yes sir, Freddie boy, you 're going to have to get to know that little cunt better! he told himself as he watched her sexily bouncing little ass disappear through the door.
* * *
Jim felt terrible. His head throbbed from the alcohol he had drunk last night and the memories of what he had done to Debbie in his lust-filled rage. He wandered around the small apartment, her note in his trembling hand, trying to understand the implications of his actions. Debbie's note had been terse and mysterious. She told him only that she was going out for the day with Susan and that he was going to fix his own lunch.
Jesus Christ, he told him as the hangover pains raced through his throbbing brain, never again! He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his churning stomach as he remembered how much he had drunk. There were no memories of how he had gotten home or what he had done or said after his arrival. The other side of the bed had been empty when he had awoken with only the crumpled pillow as evidence that Debbie had been there.
He took a cold shower, hoping that the hard-stinging rays of water would ease his pain and depression. But that only made it worse. He dressed slowly, pulling on a pair of faded jeans and a sweatshirt and then slipped his feet into a pair of sandals. Then he went into the tiny kitchen and fixed himself a cup of instant black coffee. He was sipping the ebony brew when the doorbell rang.
It can't be Debbie, he thought to himself as he walked slowly to the door, she has her own key. He hoped that whoever it was-he could get rid of them quickly. He wanted no company today!
He opened the door to find his young sister-in-law standing there, a lovely smile on her face.
"Hi Jim," she said brightly. "May I come in?"
"Susan!" he replied. "Where's Debbie? She left me a note and said that she was going somewhere with you!"
Susan walked by him and went immediately to the small couch and sat down. "She's going to be delayed. She asked me to come and tell you."
Jim shut the door and walked quickly over to stand over her.
"Delayed where? Why didn't she telephone?" he demanded, his voice strained. He felt badly enough without getting Debbie's young sister involved in their problems.
"Calm down, Jim," Susan said soothingly. "I guarantee you'll have her back soon!" She crossed her long legs provocatively, making sure that the move was slow enough for him to be able to get a glimpse of her tight bikini panties. She was rewarded with a look of lewd interest as his eyes suddenly brightened. "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
Jim was confused but delighted by his young sister-in-law's words. He had already decided to forego his recent vow of abstinence, and it would be nice to have company while he drank. To hell with Debbie, he thought to himself smugly, I'll just have to make the best of the situation!
"Sure kid," he said. "What'll you have?"
"Oh, just anything alcoholic," she replied. "Whatever you're having!" She smiled at him again.
He hurried to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Scotch. He was pouring two tall drinks when he felt the presence of Susan behind him.
"Debbie told me what happened last night, Jim!" Her voice was soft and not at all accusing. With a groan he set down the bottle and turned around.
"She shouldn't have!" he said hoarsely. 'That's between her and me!"
Despite his pain and frustration, the unhappy young husband was acutely aware of his sister-in-law's lovely young body so near. She looks so much like Debbie, he thought to himself. But there was something in her eyes and face that he had never seen in his wife's-a look of frank and open admiration for his maleness! At that moment Susan looked much older and much more experienced than Debbie.
"It affects all of us, baby," she said softly through her luscious, half-parted lips. "I love you both and want you to be happy!"
Jim could feel the heat rising in her body and abruptly he knew that it was dangerous for him to be alone with Susan. His eyes swept down over her voluptuous figure appreciatively, taking in the ripely swelling young breasts, the soft flaring hips and her long lovely legs. She wore the same clinging silk mini-dress that she had worn at the Institute and it molded itself to every ripe curve of her willowy flesh. His heart began to beat faster and he could feel his restlessly stirring cock begin to throb into erection.
"W-What all did she tell you?" he asked, stalling for time.
"Everything! About the arguments you've been having ... about how you forced her to submit to you last night ... about how she feels about sex!"
Jim was stunned that his wife could have told her sister such intimate things-things that she refused even to talk to him about!
"Christ!" he exploded in frustration. "I suppose she blamed everything on me? Or did she tell you how fucking long she put me off with excuses until I couldn't take it any more!"
Without warning, Susan put her arms around her brother-in-law's waist and pressed her body into his. He resisted for a moment, still angry. Then his own hard-muscled arms snaked around her ripe young body, and he could hardly control the desire building up in him, a desire inflamed by his frustrating and unsatisfactory sex life. The faint odor of a tantalizing perfume wafted up to his nostrils as he felt her heated face on his chest. Suddenly he knew he had to stop this before it was too late. He began pushing her away.
"Don't, Jim!" she pleaded, her soft flesh molding perfectly against his limbs until he thought she must be aware of the hard throbbing maleness pushing up from his loins. But she gave no indication of having felt his penis pulsing against her.
"I'm sorry, Susan," he murmured, his hot breath causing the silky blonde hair on her head to flutter against his lips. "We shouldn't be talking about things like that-you're only a kid!"
"Am I?" she responded sadly, looking up into his handsome face. "Can't you see that I'm a woman?"
Despite the young husband's efforts to control them, his hands went down to rest on the softly rounded half-moons of Susan's buttocks, kneading the smooth flesh through her thin dress and panties. My God, he thought to himself, I've got to stop this! His cock was still hardening, and he suddenly felt Susan begin a slow lascivious rotation of her pussy against his hardness as her arms pressed him closer. It took every ounce of willpower that he possessed, but he drew back from her.
"The ice cubes are melting," he said with a heartiness that he did not feel. Jesus! He had to have time to think. The last thing in the world he needed right now was another problem!
There was a disappointed look on Susan's lovely face as she smoothed her dress down over her hips and took the glass from Jim.
"Why don't we go in and sit down?" he said, leading the way back into the front room and sitting down on the couch. He saw immediately that this was a mistake because Susan joined him there instead of sitting on one of the chairs. Her swelling hip was pressed tightly against his, her nimble fingers playing up and down his arm as she sipped her drink.
"I hope you aren't embarrassed by us talking frankly about Debbie's problem," the young girl said. Her dress was cut low, and she knew that Jim could see the cleavage that lay naked and exposed to his eyes.
"I really don't think we should," Jim replied nervously. "I-I mean, Debbie wouldn't like it at all if she knew we were discussing our sex problems."
"But don't you agree that the only way we can solve any problem is by being open and completely honest about it?" Her dress had hiked up to mid-thigh and Jim could see the soft warm flesh in all its provocative splendor.
Jim knew that he was blushing from his own erotic thoughts about his wife's sister, and he could only manage to nod in response. The hem of her skirt was still sliding up her firm young thighs, and he suddenly saw her white panties and the shadowy triangle of pubic hair that protected her little pussy lips. He knew that he should get up and sit in the other chair, but he couldn't make his body obey. Susan's hand came down and began to massage the hard flesh of his thigh, running back and forth with a tantalizing pressure.
"I mean sex is too important to ignore!" she continued. "I found that out a long time ago!"
"You what?"
"I'm not like Debbie at all," Susan went on, her fingers coming dangerously close to the throbbing hardness at his groin. The heated bulge was pulsing wildly, but she seemed not to notice. "She wants to be different, but she just can't bring herself to think that fucking is anything but dirty!" She paused and let the obscene word sink in. "Do you mind me using that word? "
Mind? thought Jim. His sex-starved body was responding in a way that left no doubt that he wanted to hear more of the wanton conversation. He gulped down the rest of his drink and turned his full attention to the lovely young teenager beside him.
"No, I don't mind," he said excitedly. "What did you mean about being different than Debbie?"
"I meant that there's no feeling in the world so wonderful as having a big stiff cock fucking into my vagina and making me feel like I'm going to split in two!" Her eyes were glazing with lust as her nimble fingers touched the hard pulsing flesh beneath his jeans for a second. "Christ Jim, it's absolutely beautiful for me-I can't get enough of fucking! I want every hole in my body filled by a really huge prick so I can suck every drop of cum out of it ... Oh God! It's so groovy to cum until you can't stand the pleasure anymore-until you feel like you're going to explode from it!"
While she was mouthing the wanton words, her hand had closed tightly on the frantically throbbing thickness beneath his jeans and was stroking it lovingly. He wanted desperately to stop her-to make her see that he couldn't even think of messing around with his sister-in-law. But the erotic words and her manual manipulations were too much for him.
Of their own volition, his arms came out and drew her to him, his hungry mouth crushing down on her full sensuous lips and his tongue avidly searching for hers. As their lips locked and their tongues sucked together in a lewd embrace, Jim felt her pulling him down onto her excitedly writhing body, and he let himself come down heavily against her. His thickened cock jerked eagerly at the pressure of her thigh against his loins.
"I want to make it up to you, Jim," she whispered as she pulled her lips away and pressed them against his ear. "I want you to pretend that you're ramming that big cock of yours into Debbie's pussy! You deserve to have a woman treat you like a real man!"
Her crimson glistening lips were parted, half-open in ecstasy, her eyes glimmering like jewels, and in a sudden swirl of irresistible desire, Jim reached down and encircled her tiny waist with his hands and pulled her to her feet. She came up unresisting and saw that he was leading her toward the open bedroom door. In a moment she felt herself being pushed down onto the softness of the bed as Jim drew her down on top of him in a tight embrace. With a groan of animal lust, the adulterous young husband began to kiss her fiercely, shoving his wet quivering tongue deep into her open mouth, flicking it behind her teeth and merging it hotly with hers, exploring every inch of her wet cavern. He exulted in the fact that the blonde teenager offered no resistance whatever, as Debbie had done time and time again. He could feel her willing surrender to his eagerly probing tongue, her wanton encouragement for him to use her any way he desired.
Susan's hand roved down between his legs where his heatedly stiffening penis was throbbing with lust, straining against his tight jeans. She began to massage it slowly, caressing his male hardness through his pants.
"Oooooohh...." he moaned into her open mouth as she cupped the softly pulsing mound of his testicles. His hand slid under the sheer material of her dress and smoothly moved up the naked velvet of her back, savoring the warmly feminine softness of her braless upper body. Then teasingly, he inserted his outstretched middle finger into the panty covered crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Susan reached up with her mouth and bit the soft flesh of his ear-lobe, lightly at first, then a little harder, and the quick harsh darts of pain were hotly exciting to the young husband. His muscular body tingled, surging with throbbing desire.
"Like that, darling?" she whispered lewdly.
In response, he suddenly dug his fingers into her softly resilient buttocks.
"Ooooh, baby," she purred, throwing her tousled head back and raking her fingers sharply across his shoulder.
Jim shuddered through his entire body, now enflamed with swelling lust. His thickly bloated cock throbbed excitedly, yearning to bury itself in the tender warmth of her hot young pussy.
He pushed her away gently, rising up on the bed, and pulled the flimsy dress up over her head. Her breath was coming faster and faster as she helped him, and her eyes flashed with excitement.
"Stand up, baby," she said as she pulled the thin white panties down over her flaring hips. "I want to undress you!"
He pulled his sweatshirt up over his head and tossed it aside as he stood next to her. Quickly the young girl scrambled off the bed and stood nakedly before him, her body pale and beautiful in the darkened room, the reddish tips of her breasts hard like little buttons, tensely throbbing with excitement. Swiftly she unbuckled his wide leather belt and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly and tantalizingly down. Then deftly she lowered both pants and Jockey shorts, at the same time fully exposing his excitedly throbbing cock and balls. Once freed of the confining undergarments, his rock-hard penis shot rigidly out and arched up in front of him, pulsing with a vigor that surprised them both.
"Oh wow, you've got a huge prick, Jim," his teenage sister-in-law marveled as he stepped out of the jeans and shorts and kicked them away. Immediately the two lewdly aroused people flung themselves together and clasped each other's body.
Susan's knowledgeable hands roamed eagerly over his broad back and slim hips. She gripped his sexually tensed buttocks and pulled his pelvis hard against her.
"Debbie must be crazy not to want to fuck you every chance she gets," Susan gasped.
Jim ran his hands over the satin-smoothness of her warm nakedness, squeezing her large ripely quivering breasts and savoring the sleek flaring curves of her hips. The uninhibited young girl undulated her pelvis back and forth as she had before, all the while clasping the young husband's massively pulsating cock in her hand and skillfully sliding back the soft foreskin with her thumb and forefinger to expose the smooth rubbery head. She teased it with her fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful skill until Jim was in a frenzy of passion.
"Aaaahhh that feels sooo goood!" he groaned. His hand quickly dropped down to the softly curling strands of pussy hair that sparsely surrounded her vaginal slit and began exploring the moistly heated area.
She cried out with pleasure as his fingers stroked the entire length of the sensitive furrow at the entrance to her wetly quivering cuntal sheath. Teasingly he massaged the naked teenager's erect little clitoris, delighted to feel it harden even more against his outstretched middle finger. Susan swayed nakedly against him, squeezing her thighs provocatively around his hand in a lewdly inviting caress. Suddenly, without warning, he slid his extended middle finger deeply into her already wetly contracting pussy and felt the smooth cuntal walls grip at him.
"OH YES!" she cried, drawing in her breath and opening her legs wide to receive his invading finger. "YESSSS!"
Excited by the passionate response, Jim pumped his middle finger up and down so far that he could feel the bone-like hardness of her cervix. His lewd fingering drove Susan mad with impatient desire, and she writhed and squirmed under his lewdly probing hand.
"Oh God ... GGOOODDD!" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me now ... Oh God, Jim, fuck me now!"
Quickly the blonde teenager moved onto the bed and lay back with her legs spread out wide in obscene invitation, and her wetly glistening cunt turned up to him enticingly. She stretched her arms out to him, and he lost no time in climbing swiftly onto the bed and positioning himself over her nakedly writhing body, his arms on either side of her shoulders, his legs between hers. Feverishly, she thrust her hand down between their entwined bodies and curled it around his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it deftly between the lips of her quivering, desire-moistened cunt. Jim groaned above her as he felt her scrape his lust-thickened penis up and down between her legs, using his hardened shaft to part the soft, silky hair of her cock-hungry vagina. The curling tendrils of her pubic hair grazed teasingly against his sensitive cock-head, causing his cum-filled balls to ache from the excruciating pressure.
The lewdly aroused young husband couldn't hold back another second. Thrusting his hips forward with a hard lunge, he slid his thick penis up into the gaping hot mouth of his sister-in-law's eagerly uplifted little pussy.
"Ooohhh," Susan moaned beneath him as he felt her warmly elastic vaginal muscles clamp down on his cock as it raced without hesitation or resistance up into her hungrily welcoming belly. Her heated cuntal passage was tight at first, but then easier, as the hot wetness of her excitedly flowing vaginal secretions lubricated his invading pole of male flesh. He thrust all the way forward to slam against the tender nub of her cervix, and his sperm-laden balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as Susan groaned from deep within, a low guttural groan of pain and animal ecstasy.
Jim paused for a moment to savor the extraordinary sense of erotic excitement that consumed him. This was what he had wanted for so long and had tried so patiently to achieve with Debbie. He felt like a man again, a potent man with a real woman! His penis was hard and full of surging life; he was screwing like a savage and it was exactly what he needed.
He began to fuck the lewdly squirming young blonde in earnest now, sawing into her with strong brutal strokes, and with each cruel thrust, Susan arched her body shamelessly, letting herself be lifted from the mattress by the potent strength of the young husband. She moaned ceaselessly, obscenely twisting her naked body beneath him, flailing her head from side to side in lewd sensual abandon.
"Oh God! Oh yes," she gasped. "Do it harder! HURT ME! HURT ME!"
He became even more excited by her words, and he strove mightily to increase his already maddening tempo. All tender sensibilities were driven totally from his mind as he fucked her without mercy, his powerful, tautly flexing buttocks slamming down into her as he battered her strained and cock-stretched pussy. His long sinewy penis was gorged to the bursting point, and his lust-tightened balls slapped lewdly against her churning ass-cheeks, every muscle straining with desire and passion.
"AAAGGGHH!" Susan screamed, reveling obscenely in the brutal fucking he was giving her. The harder his massively thickened penis drove into her, the more she wanted! And if it hurt and bruised her, the more exciting it became, like an aphrodisiac. She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his long hard cock ramming into the moistly steaming mouth of her cunt and slamming like a piston against the shuddering tip of her cervix.
Suddenly, she pulled up her knees and locked her legs around his back, the shift in angle enabling him to sink his rampaging young cock even deeper up into her belly. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, and her face was a lust-contorted mask of wanton hunger.
Jim could feel his heatedly throbbing hardness growing and expanding inside of her, pressing against the greedily clasping walls of her pussy until he was sure he was about to explode from the tremendous pressure building in his sperm-churning testicles. He was going to cum soon, he knew it, and he began fucking into her with long smooth strokes that scraped across her clitoris while her hungrily sucking cunt pulled at his bloated spear like a greedy little child's mouth. The wanton girl was near orgasm now, and she gripped him tight with her firm young thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his merciless thrusts. She mewled incoherently like a skewered animal, wailing some primitive groan of savagery. Then without warning, she was there.
Her wildly palpitating cuntal flesh convulsed around his heavily pistoning cock with desperate passion and suddenly flowered open from deep inside to begin gushing hot female fluid that overflowed her pussy and surged out from her tightly locked cuntal lips around Jim's rhythmically jerking penis.
"AAAARRRGGGHH!" he groaned as his wildly throbbing penis ballooned in her milking vaginal sheath. Suddenly, his loins burst, releasing thick jets of hot cum that squirted out of his massively shuddering penis and into her wetly clasping womb in a warm flood. Grunts and cries of release filled the air as the two wanton lovers drained themselves to the very dregs of their passion. Susan twisted and turned as though her ripe young body was splitting apart with the lurid pleasure that would wind through her like an insane snake. Jim bucked and spewed his every last drop of semen up into her, his madly ejaculating penis still rigid and hot.
Finally, after a last long moment of pure animal rapture, they fell apart. Jim lay beside the exhausted and sexually spent teenager, his deflating cock glistening and wet against his thigh.
"Did you like that, Jim?" his sister-in-law whispered, turning toward him.
"Oh God yes, baby," he replied in a low voice, watching in surprise and pleasure as his spent cock came alive again and grew hard. "That was perfect ... as an appetizer...."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim Hollis stretched out his long body as much as he could in the cramped front seat of the old VW and tried to think. His brain was racing with confused and erotic thoughts. Every bone in his sex-weary body ached from the four hours of frantic lovemaking with Susan, and he could hardly control the tremor of anxiety that surged through him.
Jesus Christ, what have I done?
He remembered the blonde teen-ager's spread-eagled body under him, sucking his enormously swollen cock into her body hungrily as she pleaded with him to fuck her harder and to hurt her! It had been unbelievably erotic then, but now, his penis limp and flaccid and his guilt rising up in his throat like a bitter gall, he wanted only for the pounding in his head to stop.
"Are you still worried?" Susan asked quietly. She drove the car skillfully toward the Institute for Sexual Freedom. Despite her own confident manner, she was almost as anxious as her brother-in-law. It had been a calculated risk to seduce Jim, a risk that she was still not sure would work. Still, she knew that he would be easy to manage with his own guilt hanging heavily over him. If she could only get him to relax and take advantage of the things that the Institute could offer him, there was no question in her mind that things would straighten themselves out between her sister and him.
The unhappy young husband growled a response, not wanting to even look over at his sister-in-law. How the fuck do you want me to feel? he asked her silently. If Debbie ever finds out what happened today she'll leave me for sure. Not even Susan's reassuring words about how much the Institute could teach him about women's needs helped his depression.
"I told you, Jim," Susan said firmly. "You've got to learn to turn Debbie on as much as you do me!"
"I just don't know, Susan," Jim said glumly. 'The problem is Debbie's frigidity-it isn't me!"
Susan felt a wave of resentment go through her at his cruel words about her sister.
"I think you're being unfair to her," she said, suddenly angry. "Every woman can be turned on to sex! Anthony say's there's no such thing as a frigid woman-just incompetent men!"
She could see that her words had scored from the look of humiliation that crossed Jim's face. Just don't get so fucking smug, you bastard! she thought to herself. Then, her voice softened and she wanted to undo the damage that the brutal words had done.
"I'm sorry, honey, it's just that men can be such fools when it comes to women. What you and Debbie both need is some expert help while you work on your problem. I know that the Institute can help you!"
She had still not told Jim that Debbie was already at the huge house in the mountains, but for a moment her resolve weakened and she almost blurted it out. Then, she realized that it would be better for him to find out later-after he had spent a few hours with the women counselors at the Institute. She hoped that he would get to work with Charlene.
"We're almost there, Jim. That's it just up ahead."
Jim sat up straight in the uncomfortable seat and watched as they drove past the large wrought-iron gates. He was impressed with the obvious cost of the place, but he was still smarting from Susan's unkind words and he didn't respond.
"I want you to promise me that you'll give it a chance, okay?" she said sternly. "If you don't get good vibes from the place I'll drive you home."
Jim nodded as they pulled up before the large mansion and parked in the visitor's parking lot. Before Susan could open her door and get out of the car, Jim's hand went over to her thighs and began to massage the soft flesh.
"Whatever happens here I want lots more of that sweet little pussy!" His voice was strained and it was more a question than a statement of fact.
"Well see," Susan replied quickly, afraid that the almost overpowering lust she had felt this afternoon would return. "But I want you to promise me you'll try it here. Will you?"
"Yeah, I promise!"
Susan leaned over and gave him a slow, passionate kiss, her avid tongue pressing his lips apart wetly. Then, after a long moment they broke apart and got out of the car quickly.
She led him up the broad stairs and into the hallway of the big house. Jim waited impatiently in a reception room while Susan went to find Frederick. His headache and hangover were gone now, replaced by a dull throbbing in his heated loins. He wanted Susan again; to strip away the thin dress and to plunge his burning cock into the tender pussy flesh once more. At that moment he had no conscious thought of his beautiful young wife or where she might be, and furthermore, didn't give a damn....
Meanwhile, at that same moment, Debbie was hesitantly entering her first class on the second floor of the rambling old house. She was still filled with the soaring feeling of exhilaration from her experience with Anthony, and the effects of the delicious drink that Pauline had given her. She could still hear Anthony's deep voice as he told her to report to this room: "I want you to attend one of the classes in basic sexual freedom," he had told her with a warm smile. "There'll be three or four other new members, and it will give you a chance to get aquainted with them!"
She was with surprise that there was no furniture in the room, only a few scattered pillows lying on the incredibly plush rug. For a second the young brunette bride thought she might have gotten into the wrong room. As she debated whether she should go back to Anthony's office, the door opened and Pauline came in. She still wore the skimpy loin-cloth and nothing else.
"Hi, Debbie," the other girl said brightly. "I'm going to assist with today's class."
"I-I thought there would be other people here," the housewife said, trying to avert her eyes from the lushly swelling naked globes of Pauline's ripe breasts.
"There will be, honey," Pauline answered as she lowered her long lovely body down onto one of the large cushions. "Come on, sit down and relax and talk to me for a few minutes. I'd like to get to know you better." Her eyes glistened with an almost naked lust as she looked up at the slightly parted thighs of Debbie and drank in the beauty of her hair-lined little vaginal slit.
The young wife folded her body down alongside Pauline's. Her strange encounter with the burly founder of the Institute had affected her oddly. Already she felt freer than she had before, more on an equal level with Pauline. She chatted easily and openly with the other girl, unaware of Pauline's obvious interest in her ripe young body.
Gradually, other women joined them in the room, all of them dressed exactly as she was. They were introduced to one another by Pauline and soon were conversing easily. There was Bobbie, a thin fashion model in her late thirties who laughed nervously about her homosexual husband; Lois, the young former protege of Anthony's; and Jill, an intense and attractive woman in her middle twenties who had the habit of giggling uncontrollably.
Suddenly a hush fell over the room as the door opened again and Frederick entered, clad only in a pair of skin-tight leather pants that laced up the front and clearly outlined the thick bulge of his cock and balls against the lean, muscular thighs. His feet were bare, and Debbie felt her heart beat faster as she took in his ruggedly handsome features, strikingly set off by the deep golden tan of his magnificent body. His long curling hair framed his smiling face perfectly and gave him an almost spiritual look, a look that was belied by the hint of cruelty in his eyes.
He stepped over the reclining bodies and stood in the center of the room, towering over the four women.
"Good afternoon, ladies," he said smoothly. "I want to welcome you all to my class on basic sexual freedom. As you may already know, we here at the Institute operate on the premise that none of your sexual problems can be solved unless you give absolute obedience to your counselors!" He paused for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on Debbie, a faint smile playing around the corners of his sensuous lips. "I want to make it doubly clear that you are all under my will today and you will do whatever I ask of you! Is that clear?" He paused again and then continued. "What we're going to explore today is your ability to submit totally and without question to my sexual demands. Anyone who fails will be asked to leave the Institute!"
There was a low murmur of suppressed excitement in the room as Pauline suddenly stood up and stripped the loincloth from her nakedly glistening thighs, exposing her golden pussy hair and the swelling little cuntal lips that lay between her slightly-parted thighs.
"As you can see, Pauline has anticipated my first command. I want you each to disrobe for me. One at a time," he ordered as they began, after a moment's hesitation to divest themselves of their thin transparent gowns. "Bobbie, let's start with you! Come up to the center of the room so we can all see."
As the thin fashion model rose from her cushion and went toward him, the young counselor sat down on the pillows that the naked Pauline had arranged for him. Frederick always enjoyed these first sessions for newer members. He felt like a slave master inspecting his acquisitions. His mouth watered lewdly as he thought of what he was going to put them through before the day was out. Bobbie stripped away the thin robe with a look of almost disinterested boredom. Her long angular body was perfectly fashioned, with long breathtakingly beautiful legs and small taut breasts that jutted proudly out, the dark nipples straining and erect. She went into a pose unconsciously, arranging her body so that her thighs were open and the thin vaginal slit was exposed to everyone in the room. Frederick's cock jerked alive as he feasted his eyes on the woman's tightly clenched buttocks and long legs. Jesus christ, he thought to himself, wait'll I get those legs wrapped around me and start fucking that little pussy!
Lois was the next one to get to her feet and, like Bobbie, she felt no embarrassment at exposing her naked body to the others in the room. She almost threw the robe aside, executing a little bump and grind with her pelvis that made them all laugh. She brought her hands up under her voluptuous breasts and massaged them dreamily.
Every eye in the room went to the heavy-set figure of Jill as she began giggling nervously even before she got to her feet. She stood there a moment, swaying and trying to keep her balance as her fingers tugged at the thin gown.
"Get it off!" Frederick ordered harshly.
The insane giggling continued as Jill's pudgy hands finally pulled away the garment and she stood there, her body naked and ashamed before them. She tried to cover her crotch with both hands but Frederick ordered her to stop. Her face reddened as the hysterical laughter choked her.
Then, it was Debbie's turn and she rose slowly. She could see Frederick lean forward slightly in anticipation as she began to pull the robe from her trembling flesh.
The young brunette wife reddened with embarrassment as the thin diaphanous robe fell to the floor with the other women's discarded garments. She had never undressed in front of other people in circumstances like this. I mustn't disobey, she told herself sternly, fighting down the desire to bury her head in her hands and run out of the room. She could feel hot hungry Frederick's eyes on her, almost burning into her lushly sloping breasts, tipped with tantalizing circles of coral, and down over her long, shapely thighs and slightly trembling legs. She started to move out of the center of the group that stood over the sitting man, anxious to be out of the glare of Frederick's penetrating eyes.
"Hold it, Debbie!" he commanded. "We all want to get a better look at you!"
She was burning with shame and embarrassment and she wished she could sink into the floor as she did what he asked. It was like an insane and obscene panorama with Frederick gazing up at her lasciviously as Jill continued to giggle wildly. She knew that the young counselor was enjoying her obvious humiliation almost as much as he was enjoying her statuesque proportions. She was blushing from head to toes, and the pink tinge of her naked skin was an exciting contrast to the darkly burnished hair that fell softly down over her shoulders and back, and the dark triangle of her pubic mound. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned his head away.
"Not bad!" he said to the group. "But don't think it's over yet. Now I want all of you except Pauline and Bobbie to sit down again."
The other three women went back to their pillows and sat down, settling themselves comfortably as the assistant counselor and the fashion model continued to stand before Frederick.
"On your knees over here!" he suddenly ordered. They moved to where he sat slowly and went down on either side of him. Without looking at either of them, he reached between their thighs and began fondling their hair-lined vaginal furrows as he spoke.
"You can't be sexually free unless you throw aside all the vestiges of inhibition and repression! You must be willing to do anything I ask with your bodies-for me or to me!" He stared at the class with glittering eyes, his lips curled in a slight smile at the stunned expressions on the women's faces as they watched him brazenly caress the obscenely exposed girls. Pauline's head was thrown back and her eyes closed, as though this was the most natural thing in the world. Bobbie's long body was beginning to wriggle lewdly back against his probing finger. With no further preparation, Frederick inserted one of his fingers into each vaginal sheath and pulled the two nakedly kneeling girls even closer.
"I'm going to show you what I mean," he said ominously. "Unlace my pants, Bobbie!"
The handsome young man spread his legs, and the older woman leaned over and fumbled with the leather thongs. She pulled apart the leather and revealed his mammoth, fully erect penis and round, hairy testicles.
"You must do anything I ask!" he said, his voice strained with lust, his desire-swollen cock waving lewdly out before him. He gave sudden upward prods with his fingers, causing Pauline and Bobbie to cry out with pleasure. "I want you to show me how much you love my cock!" he suddenly barked, his eyes fixing on Lois. "Come up here and show me how much you love it!"
Lois was scrambling forward almost before the words were out of his mouth. Her little buttocks waved invitingly and she licked her lips in anticipation as she nudged Bobbie away from Frederick's crotch and bent over him.
Debbie watched, repelled yet fascinated, as the young teenaged girl bent over the massively throbbing penis. All she could see from her position on the floor were the pale white orbs of the girl's trembling buttocks and the expression of glazed desire on Frederick's face as he continued to fondle Pauline and Bobbie while the girl ovaled her lips and hungrily sucked in the huge pulsing organ, slavering in ecstasy as it disappeared into her red mouth.
Debbie tried to tell herself that she shouldn't be upset at the lewd sight, that she must break through the invisible barrier of repression that she had erected for herself. Yet, something about the scene before her eyes was dark and disturbing. She could feel herself becoming excited and unable to take her eyes away. It was degrading, she thought, somehow shameful and wrong! But despite her revulsion, she was riveted to the lurid scene taking place only a few feet from her eyes.
Debbie was unaware that Frederick was watching her through his half-closed eyes as the young girl sucked noisily on his madly jerking cock. He could sense the mounting desire building in her own naked body as she vicariously enjoyed the obscene sight of the girl's avid lips wrapped around his organ.
Suddenly Jill nudged her into attention. She had been so absorbed in registering her own reactions that she hadn't noticed his voice calling out to her.
"Debbie!" he shouted, for what must have been the second or third time, judging from the angry look in his dark eyes. "Get up here, it's your turn!"
Debbie felt paralyzed, unable to move. She tried to force herself forward, but she felt as though she were rooted to the spot. She just couldn't do that terrible thing! She couldn't! Even though her tongue could still taste the salty-sweet cum of Anthony's cock, this was different. Frederick was asking her to perform the act in front of a room full of strangers.
Seeing her remain in her place, Frederick abandoned the trio of aroused women and pushed them aside. He rose quickly and stalked over to where Debbie lay. Towering above her, he seized his massively thick shaft and balls in his hands and practically shoved them into her face.
"Are you disobeying me?" he hissed threateningly.
"I can't do that!" she wailed, suddenly breaking into hysterical tears and flinging her head down on the pillow. "Don't make me do that!"
"I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY COCK!" Frederick screamed down at her, almost out of control.
Debbie put her hands over her ears to shut out his words. Then, she heard a strange quiet come over the room and a new voice was speaking.
"Are you having some trouble, Frederick?"
The distraught young wife looked up to see Anthony standing by the open doorway. A sudden feeling of hope came to her as she waited for Frederick to answer the heavy-set man.
"N-No, sir," Frederick said slowly, his thickly pulsing cock still jutting out from his middle and jerking lewdly. "I mean, it's just that one of our new members has broken our rule of obedience."
T see," Anthony said. His eyes came down and locked with Debbie's. She wanted to cry out to him to protect her from the obscene Frederick but no words came. She could suddenly read the anger in his eyes.
"I won't interfere," Anthony continued. "Each counselor is responsible for the discipline in his own classes. Might I make a suggestion though?"
"Of course!" Frederick replied quickly. He was upset that he had been interrupted before he had been able to force the beautiful young woman to suck his throbbing cock, but he knew that he would have other chances.
"My own experience has told me that sexual repression feeds on a weak-willed partner. I suggest a strong hand in dealing with this violation of the code of obedience that each new member takes."
He turned and left the room without another glance at the uneasy young wife.
Debbie started to get up and run after him but Frederick's powerful arms encircled her waist and held her in a vice-like grip. The more she struggled to free herself, the tighter he held her.
"Please, let me g-go...." she wailed helplessly, pleading with the others in the room for aid. No one moved to assist her.
"I'm going to be reasonable, Debbie!" Frederick said, suddenly very calm. "If you don't want to suck my cock I'll give you an alternative. Lois! Get down on the floor and spread those lovely legs. Our friend here is going to eat your pussy!"
Before Debbie could even register her reaction of shock and horror to this new command, he had flipped her all the way over on her belly as the young Lois excitedly lay down on a pillow and spread her legs to expose her moistly twitching cunt.
No! Oh God, no! He wants me to kiss her vagina! I can't do it! Debbie's mind screamed, and she arched and twisted her body, trying to escape.
"Obey me," Frederick ordered, his voice strangely sensual and soft, almost like a caress. "Lick her pussy!" he said again, forcing her head downwards towards Lois' wetly glistening cuntal slit.
"Help me, please, someone help me!" she wailed, feeling degraded beyond anything she had ever thought possible. But it was as though Frederick were forcing through the sheer and overpowering force of his insane will.
"You have to obey me!" he commanded. "Your only salvation is through obedience!"
Desperate with shame and humiliation, Debbie closed her eyes and allowed him to push her head into the warmly fleshed triangle up between Lois' widespread legs. She could smell the musky female scent of her sex partner wafting up to her nostrils, and although she was at first disgusted by it, the sharp fragrance also charged her body with a certain excitement, and despite her anxiety, she felt the renewed stirrings of sexual, passion. She opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue. At first, as her tongue licked delicately at the moist cuntal outer lips and she tasted the slightly tart female wetness, she recoiled, but as she continued, she found herself little by little losing her resistance. Shivering, she -rimmed her tongue around the soft strands of curling pubic hair that lined the warm pink cleft. Her probing oral member suddenly found the other girl's erect little clitoris and she was startled to feel it harden and quiver with excitement when she brushed it lightly with her tongue.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," Lois groaned, as Debbie's warm tongue slid softly up and down over her moistening vaginal furrow. Waves of delight gushed through Lois's sensual young body and she began to writhe with pleasure, grinding her wetly throbbing pussy into Debbie's face, opening up her vaginal passage as wide as possible. She loved to have her pussy licked and sucked, and she looked up at Frederick gratefully.
The rugged young counselor's hand was clasped tightly around his hard swollen cock-shaft and he was stroking himself into a frenzy of lust as Lois writhed and twisted passionately under Debbie's tonguing.
Suddenly Debbie felt Frederick's hands leave her waist and slide down to her hips, pulling and tugging her upward into a subservient kneeling positon. The brunette bride's nakedly gleaming buttocks waved lewdly in the air, and although the awkward positon increased her feelings of shame and humiliation, she didn't dare move for fear of arousing his anger.
Positioned behind her, Frederick's eyes were glued to the obscene tableau. Debbie's long brown hair fanned out around her shoulders and down her back in shimmering waves and cascaded lightly over Lois' widespread thighs. Then his attention turned to the fleshy, quivering mounds of Debbie's buttocks and the deep shadowy crevice that divided the two moon-like halves. He was consumed now with a passion so deep, so compulsive, that his mind flickered with the lewdest, vilest thoughts. Reaching out with both hands, he gripped her soft, fleshy ass cheeks and spread them slowly apart, his eyes riveted to the brown, tightly puckered little anus that nestled up between them.
Debbie shivered as she felt his fingers flick teasingly up and down the length of her defenselessly upthrust rectal crevice. Oh no, she thought with horror, he's going to do that! He's going to put his finger in my anus like Jim did the other night! I don't know if I can stand it! More accustomed to the lewd idea than she had been the first time, however, she had to admit that there was a tantalizingly exciting feeling attached to the fingers exploring her anal area, and she tried to relax into it, concentrating her attention on her oral ministrations to Lois's eagerly undulating cunt.
Then she felt his outstretched finger poised at the entrance to her rectal passage itself, and despite her efforts to submit, her body began to struggle. But Frederick gripped her tightly around the waist again with one hand, and with iron cruelty, plunged the extended middle finger of the other into her tightly puckered nether hole.
Debbie emitted a shriek of pain and began bucking and twisting madly. Her back passage felt as though it were on fire, although his finger had scarcely pentrated beyond the tight muscular ring at the entrance.
"The rest of you get over here and hold her down!" Frederick commanded.
Suddenly Debbie felt Lois' legs lock around her back in a vise-like grip, while her hands clutched her hair and forced Debbie's head back down into the warmly perfumed vaginal slit. Debbie had never felt such pain and degradation. Even Jim's cruel treatment was nothing compared to this! She moaned and writhed but to no avail, for Lois held her head firmly, forcing the captive young wife to continue licking her pussy while Frederick slid his finger up her tight anal opening, inch by inch, widening it and sending stinging shafts of pain through her whole tortured body.
Then, without warning, it was over. Debbie felt his finger slip out of her shuddering anal passage, and for a moment, she felt a wave of relief that he was through with her. An instant later, however, she realized that her ordeal was far from completed. He gripped her hips firmly with his hands, and then she was horrified to feel his thickly swollen penis throbbing with a hot excitement against her aching rectal entrance.
Oh God, he'll tear me apart! Debbie thought wildly. I'll never be able to take his penis in there! It's too big! Stark terror overcame her as she felt the charged, rubbery head begin to press inexorably against her, stretching the tight sphincter ring farther apart than it had ever gone before. All she could do was let it push her forward until her face was crushed against Lois' wetly pulsating cunt.
She wanted to scream out to him that it wouldn't fit-that he'd have to stop! But suddenly, with savage intensity, Frederick plunged his hotly throbbing shaft of hardened flesh forward with a vicious jerk, forcing the lust-swollen cock-head just inside her tightly clenched anus. Debbie screamed with pain then. She felt she would faint from the searing sensations of agony that shot through her back and bowels.
Taking his time and savoring every fraction of an inch of his progress, Frederick inched his lust-engorged cock up into her straining back passage, his brutal pleasure increased by her agonized cries.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, baby!" he grunted with sadistic joy as he pushed his long, thick penis up into the tensely throbbing interior of her rectum.
Obscenely impaled as she was from behind by Frederick's rigidly thickened shaft that ripped into her rectal flesh like a burning sword, and gripped mercilessly in front by Lois, there was nothing the nakedly kneeling young wife could do but surrender. Surrender completely! Her body was wracked by pain and her mind was awash with shame and self-loathing.
Frederick began to fuck her in and out, each cruel sodomizing thrust widening the still tightly resistant rear channel. Lois twisted and jerked her hips, grinding her suddenly tingling pussy up into Debbie's wetly smeared face. Frederick increased his tempo, his dangling hairy balls slapping at the moistly quivering flesh of Debbie's vagina. In her most secret thoughts she had never imagined such horrible things happening to anyone-much less herself!
Yet ... there was no denying it ... something else was beginning to happen as well. Another aspect of her personality, the strangely depraved creature she had begun to know during her rape last night and during her forced oral intercourse with Anthony, began to take over her body again.
The kneeling young wife rippled with a new excitement. She felt as if she were melting. Out of the humiliation and shame, she began to feel voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain bearable ... yes ... yes, even delicious! Without realizing it, she intensified her tonguing and relaxed her ass muscles, opening the way for Frederick's slicing, pounding penis to come into her anal hole as deeply as he wanted. For all she cared he could tear her apart! Destroy her!
The lust-filled young counselor sensed her new abandon, and he thrust his blood-engorged organ deeper and deeper up into her warm buttery rectum, his hips pumping furiously. Lois lost herself in the radiantly sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing vaginal cave and moaned passionately under Debbie's wild tongue-fucking.
"AAAAAaaaahhhhhh," Lois cried, as the subserviently kneeling young wife's quivering tongue plunged snake-like far up into her madly convulsing pussy. "YYYYYEEEESSSSSS!"
All three bodies heaved and twisted shamelessly, oblivious of the circle of amazed female faces that enviously watched them. The threesome began to move in unison, their muscles straining under the brutalizing force of their rampant sexuality.
Frederick grunted and heaved his burgeoning penis deeply into Debbie's hot rectal passage, and she received his every thrust with a lewd gasping rapture. She began to drive her nakedly rotating buttocks backwards, actually craving the hammer-like blows of his thick mighty organ far up inside her unbelievably stretched rectum. It seemed to answer a deep, never before acknowledged need to be completely battered and used. It was as if all her nerve endings had been taken out of herself and thrust forcibly into a churning mindless maelstrom of erotic sensation. And then ... unbelievably, she felt the first tremors of her orgasm building in intensity ... rippling outward from her skewered anal channel to her cunt, her belly, her breasts! "I'm cumming!" she wailed incoherently into the slick contracting pussy of the young Lois. "I'M CUMMING!"
The naked young housewife began to convulse with the onrush of her climax, grinding her naked buttocks back against Frederick's heatedly pistoning cock. He could feel his white-hot sperm gathering in his balls, welling up and churning towards ultimate release.
"All....AHHHH.....
AHHHHHHHH....." he moaned as the tension grew.
Lois also felt her excitement double. Her entire vaginal sheath seemed to contract and bear downward with violent intensity as Debbie, caught in the onrush of climax, whirled and rammed her tongue madly in her partner's hotly quivering pussy. "OOOOOOHHHHHH!" Lois shrieked loudly, as her heated vaginal walls suddenly began to secrete the sweet aching essence that gushed forth and washed like a steaming vapor down her wildly spasming pussy. "OOOOHHHH! I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGG TOOO!" Her liquid passion cascaded over Debbie's plunging tongue and mixed with the hungrily lapping housewife's heated saliva.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Frederick cried as his heated male sperm began shooting far up into the kneeling brunette bride's tightly convulsing rectum. Debbie felt the boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsating cuntal sheath gushed its own warm fluids in complete response to the climax that rocked the room. Closing her eyes, she strained backwards, opening, opening, opening farther than she ever had before.
She groaned with frustration as Frederick, after draining the last of his thick male fluid deep into her wildly clasping anal canal, removed his still gorged and thick cockhead from her stretched anal hole with a lewd sucking noise and slumped exhausted on the floor. Debbie was shocked to realize that despite the torment, she felt strangely empty once it was gone. Lois, her passion also ebbing away, sank back on the pillow, breathing heavily.
Finally released from their cruel grip, the young dark-haired housewife raised her battered young body upwards. As her mind swirled, trying to gain consciousness, she suddenly saw Bobbie, Jill and Pauline watching her in excited silence. In a chilling rush of awareness, she realized that they had witnessed the entire obscene spectacle to which she had not only been forced to submit, but which she had actually begun to enjoy. A sudden flood of shame washed over her, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor, wishing she could die.
"Oh my God," she sobbed hysterically. "My God!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Will you come with me, Jim. I've been asked to interview you to determine whether or not the Institute can help you with your problems."
Wishing he were anywhere else in the world, Jim reluctantly followed Charlene down one of the corridors.
"Where did Susan go?" he asked the statuesque redheaded woman who led the way. He wanted nothing more than to find his young sister-in-law and leave immediately. All of his promises to her were forgotten.
"I really don't know," the voluptuous counselor said reassuringly. "I'm sure she's around somewhere. Perhaps she's with Anthony."
Charlene was excited by the prospects of working with the handsome young student. Anthony, himself, had asked her to interview him and to make sure that he attended one of her classes. He had promised her a bonus if she could persuade him to stay for the evening session. Charlene had been as soon as she saw how young and well-built Jim was. She was tired of the usual members with their sexual hangups, and she could see immediately that this man was not that kind.
As they walked down the long hallway, Jim began to steal side-long glances at the well-endowed counselor. Her spectacular face and figure were distracting. Tall and pale-skinned, with deep green eyes that flashed and sparkled as she spoke, she had the kind of provocative beauty that made it difficult for a man to concentrate on anything else. She was clad in a black leotard that clearly revealed the dark outline of her nipples against the soft flesh of her full, jutting breasts. He could see her hips swaying sensually as she walked, her long legs striding confidently.
Jim wondered if Charlene taught classes at the Institute. It sure as hell would be easy to talk about sex with a chick like her, he thought lewdly. The thought caused his dormant penis to spring to life and strain against the tight material of his faded blue jeans.
"Here we are," Charlene said as they approached an open door at the far end of the corridor. The young husband stood aside to let her pass, then followed the redhead inside. The room was unlike any office that he had ever seen. He was shocked to find that the only piece of furniture was a low king-sized bed. There were pillows scattered about the floor and the walls were covered by a red satin material from the floor to the ceiling. The entire ceiling was a mirror.
"This is your office?" Jim asked incredulously.
Charlene laughed and led him over to the bed. "Actually, we use this room for lectures and things!" Her voice lingered lewdly over the last word, as if she were trying to tell him something. "I have a class in a few minutes and I thought you might like to observe after we finish the interview."
She sat down smoothly on the plush, imitation fur bedspread and pretended to be busy with the papers on the clipboard she carried. Actually she was watching the muscularly attractive student as his eyes wandered around the room. He seemed ill at ease and she could see that he was trying to decide where to sit. Aggressively, her eyes roved over his body, noting with pleasure the way his angular shoulders and tautly muscled back tapered to slim hips above the firm round swelling of his buttocks. His features were sharp and darkly handsome, yet there was a sensitivity about him that was boyish and appealing. And judging from the hard-on he had while we were walking down the hall, she thought, nibbling on the pencil and gazing at him through narrowed eyes, the best is yet to come!" she replied, shifting her body slightly. She waited for him to get settled and then began asking the questions.
"Are you married?"
"Yes," he said nervously. "We've been married for almost five months."
"Happily married?"
"W-Why, yes ... I mean, I guess so," he lied, hoping that she had not noticed his uneasiness.
T see!" She suddenly looked up from the clipboard and stared directly into his eyes. "And is your sex life satisfactory?"
Jim wanted to tell her the truth, but something held him back. He was embarrassed to be sitting here on the bed discussing his sex life with a complete stranger.
"When did you last have intercourse?" The seductive redhead asked before he had a chance to answer her last question.
"Last night," Jim admitted, his eyes playing over her lushly swelling breasts appreciatively. He knew that his voice didn't sound as sure and sophisticated as he would have liked. The memory of the jarring sexual experience last night with Debbie was still vivid in his mind. He hoped that she wouldn't pursue the matter any further but her next question was brutally frank.
"And today-with Susan? Don't you consider that intercourse?"
Jim suddenly reddened under her half-smiling gaze. "How did you know about that?"
Charlene put the clipboard aside and faced him directly.
"Why, Susan told me, of course!" she said. "We don't have any secrets here at the Institute. Are you ashamed or embarrassed to have me know that you're a virile man?"
Jim couldn't make up his mind whether to look into her dancing, jewel-like eyes or down the deep line of cleavage she exposed when she bent forward. She seemed so sure of herself, so sexually at ease, that he felt tongue-tied and foolish.
"N-No," he stammered. "I mean, why should I be?"
"Many men are," Charlene said with a smile. "You'd be surprised at how many men won't admit even to themselves how attractive they might be to women!"
Jim flushed with pleasure at her flattering appraisal. It had been so long since Debbie even acknowledged that he was a man! Now, twice in one day he had been told by two beautiful women-Susan and Charlene-that he was damned attractive.
"You know," she said softly, her hand coming down and resting lightly on his arm. "I'm glad that you're going to be coming to the Institute! You can't imagine how it is for a woman to be really turned on by a man and have the opportunity to express herself in a free and open way!"
His throbbing cock began to pulse madly under the tight material of his jeans as Jim returned her soulful stare. He was almost beside himself with desire for the beautiful woman that sat next to him on the soft bed. Nothing he had ever experienced before had been so tremendously erotic and exciting.
The questioning continued, becoming more and more intimate as Jim's embarrassment grew.
Charlene asked questions about everything he had done sexually since he had been a boy, but she seemed more interested in what Debbie and he had done together. He responded uneasily at first, then warmed to the subject when he sensed the effect that his answers were having on his interrogator.
"Well!" she said finally, putting aside the clipboard and pressing her long curving thighs together. "You certainly have had an interesting sex life!"
"Maybe so," he retorted lewdly. "But I've never met anyone like you before!" His eyes were racing up and down the lush curves of her body, his heated pulsing cock almost at the bursting point. It was all that he could do to keep from reaching out and running his eager hands over her ripely straining breasts.
"Would you consider helping me with my class?" Charlene asked suddenly, licking her lips in anticipation as she traced the throbbing outline of the bulge at his loins. Her own moistly palpitating pussy was crying for relief from the wild desire that had built up in her.
"How can I help you?" Jim asked incredulously.
"My next class is in Sexuality for the Liberated Woman. You know, how to get it on with a man without waiting to be asked!" A faint lewd smile flickered across her lovely features, 'it'd be a hell of a lot easier if we had a real man to demonstrate on!"
The excited young husband could hardly believe his good fortune! He was being asked to lend his willing body in a sexual exhibition involving several lusty females, and his mind reeled. Any hint of hesitation he felt was wiped away by her next question.
"I'm assuming, of course, that you could take on more than one woman?" Her eyes were riveted on his thick pulsating penis again, and she hoped desperately that she could appeal to his masculine pride. "If you don't think you're man enough, just say so!"
"I'm man enough, baby," he answered, looking at her squarely, his lips curled in a smile.
"I hope so," she purred, smiling in her turn and suddenly rising from the bed at the sound of approaching voices. "I think my students are here!"
The door suddenly opened and Bonnie, Lois and Jill entered. They stopped as they saw Jim's rugged body on the bed.
"Come in, ladies," Charlene ordered, anxious to get on with the obscene event that she had planned. As the three women advanced into the room she turned to Jim. "Jim here is going to help me demonstrate today's lecture!"
A low murmur of appreciation came from the trio.
"I want you all to sit down on the floor here by the bed," Charlene continued. "I've got a real treat for you today! Instead of just lecturing you I'm going to let you all show me what you can do with our friend here! For centuries we've been the sex objects, allowing men to use us as they wanted. Now the situation is changing and women can finally turn it around and go after what they want from studs like this!" She swept one long arm around and pointed to the amazed young husband. "He's going to be our slave, to satisfy us in any way we want!"
As she spoke, the voluptuous Charlene was cupping her hands under her ripe, melon-like breasts and massaging them lewdly.
Jim couldn't hardly believe his ears. My God, he thought, I'm going to get to fuck four beautiful broads! What a way to go! He couldn't back down now, not after how he had boasted to Charlene. Besides, this was a pornographic fantasy come true!
"Why don't you get out of those robes and begin," Charlene said, unzipping her own tight black leotard. Her tongue ran sensuously over her lips, moistening them until they gleamed wetly in the half-light of the room.
She bent down and pressed a button on the headboard of the bed. Immediately the room was filled with the low, sensuous beat of drums and a wailing saxaphone. The steady rhythm was like the collective heartbeat of every person in the room. Jim could feel his breath coming faster, and his throat felt dry as the drums became louder by degrees. He gazed at the three beautiful newcomers and saw that they were tossing aside their skimpy robes, exposing their smooth velvety flesh to his excited eyes.
Her eyes glazed with lust, Charlene was swaying lasciviously to the beat of the music, her semi-naked, lushly sensual body flushed and her shimmering red hair flowing around her shoulders like a swirling crimson tide. Every eye in the room seemed to be on her as she slipped her arms out of the leotard sleeves, exposing her softly gleaming breasts and the cherry red nipples that jutted out so firmly and proudly.
"Well?" she said finally to the three other women. "Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to undress our friend?" She was flicking her fingers back and forth over her nipples until the two rosy buds stood out like perfectly shaped little pyramids from their surrounding areoles.
Suddenly Jim felt himself surrounded by soft female flesh. Hands seemed to be all over him, pulling at his clothing and forcing him down onto the soft mattress. The atmosphere in the room was thick with lust from the panting women, and out of the corner of one eye he saw Charlene slowly begin lowering the leotard over the lush supple curves of her roundly flaring hips. He was perspiring now and his semen-bloated balls felt as though they were going to explode. At the same time he was fascinated by the erotic sight of the three naked girls pulling away his jeans and shirt.
The girl named Lois was excitedly tugging away his shorts and suddenly his lust-swollen cock was free, pulsating and throbbing out from his lower stomach, the thick organ swaying mightily as her small hand encircled it and began to pump it lewdly back and forth.
In a moment, all three of the woman were on the bed. Bobbie and Jill crouched down on either side of him and began licking his naked flesh, running their tongues tantalizingly over his abdomen and chest, sucking and biting on his nipples, then licking his armpits all the way up his inner arm to his wrists. Lois clung to his pulsing cock with one hand as she leaned down and began to perform the same ministrations on the lower half of his body, working her way upwards from his toes, each of which she nibbled and sucked.
Jim had never felt anything like it before. Wildly erotic sensations began to ripple through him immediately, from the first instant they touched him. The paths of their tongues left an icy coolness in its wake, unpleasant at first, but soon tantalizingly soft and exciting. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as the three sensual bodies pressed in on him from every direction, rubbing moist cuntal sheathes against his legs, filling his mouth with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size all at the same time, running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and again he tried to reach out and touch their naked flesh with his hands, only to be rebuffed and ordered to "lie still!" It was maddening and he was wild with frustration as the lascivious build-up continued.
"Get him good and hot, ladies," he heard Charlene call out to the lewd trio.
Every nerve, every inch of his naked flesh felt quiveringly alive. It was as though there were a fire in the heavy sac between his legs, emanating outward in every direction. His penis, he could see, was massively erect, jerking and swaying in the air like a thick snake about to strike. His balls felt hard and tight, as though they were already full of thick male fluid, and they throbbed spasmodically as the three lusty beauties continued to work him over.
The young teenager Lois was between his legs, sensuously licking the pale sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, working her way upwards in wet circles. She flicked her tongue over his cum-filled testicles, then took as much of the hairy sac into her greedily sucking little mouth as she could, nibbling softly and making him groan with pleasure. Next her soft warm lips caressed his painfully surging shaft, finally curling around the purplish head and sucking his hardness deeply into her wetly heated mouth.
With a sudden movement, she abandoned her oral activities and straddled his body, poised just above his cock. Jim started to moan in ecstasy as he looked up into the young girl's contorted face, her eyes heavy with lust and her half-open mouth drooling saliva down her chin. Lois smiled down at the ruggedly handsome young husband knowingly. It excited her tremendously to have him stretched out on the bed under her, forced to lie there and and satisfy any depraved desire that she might want. She enjoyed the look of frustration on his feverish face and she wanted it to last for a few more seconds. She took his massively thick penis in her hands and began rubbing it back and forth in the hair that covered her moistly throbbing young pussy. Jim groaned despite himself as he felt her hot furry wetness against the charged, rubbery head of his lust-engorged cock. Teasingly she moved his pulsating thickness back and forth, almost but not quite taking it inside her cuntal opening with each stroke. She rubbed her hard little clitoris against it, sending ecstatic waves of pleasure pouring through both their bodies, then twisting her naked young pelvis in a corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid, pillar-like column of flesh. He groaned as he felt her warm softness slowly engulfing his painfully throbbing penis. Leaning back and using the bed for leverage, she began slowly pumping her hot little cunt up and down on his virile hardness, groaning in lewd delight, her budding young breasts bouncing uenticingly with each motion she made.
Jill and Bobbie continued their obscene sucking and nibbling at his upper body as they watched the lascivious in and out movement of his huge glistening cock in the girl's hair-lined little pussy. Lois's fleshy cunt lips contracted around the thick male organ and grasped it tightly as she slowly rotated her pelvis and moved up and down.
"Bobbie!" Charlene suddenly ordered the lithe fashion-model. "Let him lick your pussy!"
Without further encouragement, the tall beauty snaked her body around until she was squatting over the naked young husband's face, spreading her pink, wetly gleaming cuntal lips with her hands. Jim looked up to see the thin, hair-lined crevice of her vaginal slit, already moist and throbbing with an impatient hunger.
The excited young man began licking his lips in anticpation of what was to follow. Debbie would have been horrified if he had even suggested such a thing to her! Yet here he was with another woman, a stranger really, lowering her beautiful little pussy down onto his watering mouth, inviting him to run his tongue over her succulent cuntal flesh! Just before he reached out with his long tongue and touched her warmly perfumed pussy mouth, he looked over to see Charlene stretched out on one of the pillows, her legs open and her fingers excitedly fucking in and out of her heated pussy. What a waste, he thought, just wait a few minutes until I take care of these hot little bitches and I'll be over there to plug that sweet red-haired cunt of yours, baby!
With a frustrating slowness, Bobbie lowered herself over his waiting face. He could smell the musky aroma of her cuntal passage, could feel the soft downy patch of her curling pubic hair, and taste the sweet tartness of her slippery vaginal slit. His tongue snaked lut, touching the erect little nub of her clitoris, then moved downwards and began to explore the hot interior flesh of her cunt. He could feel her naked body tremble above him, and the knowledge that she was responding wildly to his oral lovemaking filled him with a new excitement.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned, seizing her erect clitoris lightly between his teeth, nibbling and sucking on it.
"OH GOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Bobbie wailed, her cries of enjoyment mingling with Lois! "EAT MY PUSSSSSSSYYYYYYY!!"
Somewhere near him, Charlene was laughing excitedly at the lewd sight of his feverish body bucking and writhing under the hard-driving vaginas impaled on his tongue and lust-thickened cock. He knew that she was taunting him and it only added to the bizarre eroticism. Slavering wetly under Bobbie, he began unconsciously twisting his pelvis back and forth and up and down, in time with Lois' now intensifying fucking motions. His whole body was charged with excitement. He felt incredibly powerful and consumed with electrifying sensual feelings such as he had never before known.
Suddenly Lois began to lurch up and down on his desire-swollen rod of flesh, emitting short gasps. His pelvis moved with her, bouncing up and down, lifting her off the floor with each powerful stroke, up into her tight little pussy. Above him, Bobbie wiggled faster and faster, twisting and spreading her legs, forcing his wetly quivering tongue deeper and deeper into her convulsing vaginal passage.
"Don't stop!" she wailed, an uncontrollable shudder racing over her nakedly trembling body as she felt his heated tongue swirling around her sensitively vibrating clitoris on each outstroke before it licked its way back up into her vagina sheath. "Oh yes, suck my cunt good, you bastard! Make me cummmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Her cherry-pointed breasts bobbed like corks as she undulated her pelvis around over his lewdly sucking mouth. The moaning, thrashing trio raised and lowered themselves in unison, creating an incredible erotic fantasy.
"Oh ... oh...." Lois suddenly gasped, feeling her orgasm approach with an insane intensity. "I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!"
"AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" Bobbie's wails joined Lois's, and it seemed to Jim that the room was alive with lewdly writhing, screaming females. Bobbie's succulently warm pussy began to contract uncontrollably against his mouth, and she ground it down into his face as though she would devour his tongue with her hungry vaginal muscles.
Jim's pelvis began to rock furiously, as though building to a terrible sexual explosion. Desperately he tried to hold himself back as the incredibly erotic scene played itself out. He had to keep himself from cumming! He had to! Every nerve in his body strained for release but he fought it mightily, forcing and willing his huge cock to keep from spewing his white-hot male sperm into the greedily milking pussy above him. He had to save it for Charlene! He had to prove to her that he was a real man-able to take on and satisfy every cunt in the room!
Suddenly, Lois ceased her wild gyrations and her furiously sucking motions came to a stop as his still-rigid, madly throbbing cock slid out of her damply straining cunt. Bobbie leaned forward, her wet pussy spent and exhausted, a low moan of satisfaction escaping her crimson lips.
"It's your turn, Jill," Charlene called out in a strained and excited voice as the young girl scrambled atop him to take Lois's place. "See if you can make him cum!"
A look of insane desire crossed Jill's face as she almost frantically lowered her wetly pulsing cunt down onto his rigid organ.
I've got to make it! Jim groaned inwardly, his chest heaving and his body drenched with sweat and the orgasmic releases from the two lusting female bodies. "I've got to make it!"
CHAPTER SIX
"It was just awful and ... and ... oh," Debbie burst out unhappily, "I just can't describe it!" She twisted her hands in her lap nervously, trying to find a way to make the awful story easier to tell.
Anthony leaned back in his soft leather chair and contemplated the attractive young girl through half-closed eyes. He enjoyed her obvious discomfort, and he wanted to prolong her agony. He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth sympathetically and waited for her to continue.
"I know that I'm supposed to obey every order, and I want to ... you've got to believe me, I really want to!" Her voice was strained and near breaking. "But I didn't think he'd make me do something like that!"
He tried to concentrate on her words rather than on the tender young flesh that was naked and exposed to his desire-filled eyes. Despite her anxiety, she was one of the loveliest women he had ever encountered, and he could see that she was on the verge of leaving the Institute and not coming back. He knew he couldn't let that happen! There was something about the attractive young wife that he couldn't define-a quality of innocence and sensuality that he knew he couldn't let go. His scheming mind was already filled with plans for Debbie and her husband-plans that included both of them joining the Institute as full-time counselors so that he could have her whenever he felt the urge.
"Just relax, my dear," Anthony said soothingly. "I want you to tell me all about it."
Debbie swallowed a few times, her courage faltering. Finally she was able to speak.
"You remember this morning when I first met you?" she asked quietly, her face reddening. "And ... and what you made me do to you?"
"I could hardly forget that!" Anthony replied in a low intimate tone of voice that only increased her discomfort. "That was your first breakthrough."
Debbie looked down at the floor for a moment and then continued.
"Frederick made me do that to another woman!"
"Really?" Anthony said, trying to look shocked.
"Yes ... and ... and when I was down on the floor he held me down and then ... he put his thing in mme, back there!" Debbie trembled all over as she spoke the humiliating words. But at last it was out, and she waited expectantly, hardly daring to look Anthony in the eye.
"You poor thing," he said gravely, tapping his fingers together and looking very concerned.
"I'm shocked that one of my staff would do something like that to you! Let me get you a drink to calm you."
He moved quickly from behind the desk and went to the bar at the side of the room. Debbie was grateful for the chance to collect her thoughts. She watched him as he moved with an incredible grace for such a heavy man. He seemed so powerful and commanding. I knew he would understand, she thought confidently.
"Here you are, my dear, drink this," he said, coming back across the room and handing her a glass of clear liquid. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her while she sipped the drink.
"Is it the same thing that I had this morning?" she asked as the warm feeling began to spread through her body again. She felt suddenly comfortable with Anthony, and she was glad that she had unburdened herself.
"Yes, it's something that we have made up special," he replied smoothly. The special white powder that went into her drink was expensive, but he knew that it was worth it. "Drink every drop now!"
He watched the anguished young bride begin to relax. Slowly her features began to lose their drawn, tense look, and she allowed herself to sink back in the chair, closing her eyes for a moment.
It's so nice to be here with Anthony, she thought, looking lazily around the room after she had opened her eyes again. It was almost like being at home again, in the safe world she had inhabited as a child, where everything was taken care of by her parents-where sex was only a word, not a problem. In a way, she thought suddenly, Anthony is like my father was, only more understanding.
As she found her gaze fixed on Anthony's loins, a vivid image of this morning came back to her. She recalled how she must have looked then, sucking hungrily at his massive penis. Anthony saw the look flash in her eyes.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked.
"Nothing!" she said, too quickly. She tried to blot out the obscene image, but it remained in the front of her mind, taunting her with her own obscene desire to be taken brutally.
"Tell me," he commanded in a hardening voice. "I want you to be completely honest. You were looking at my cock and thinking about how good it felt to suck it, weren't you?"
Debbie felt confused by his question. Why was he saying it like that? she wondered. Surely he wasn't going to make her talk about that!
"Do you think I don't know how much you liked it?" he continued. "You sucked my cock like you loved it, and you were playing with your pussy while you did it! That's what you were thinking about it, wasn't it?"
"I ... I...." She tried to think clearly, but it was no use, her own tortured brain and the effects of the drink only made her more confused. She suddenly remembered how it had been, her frantically writhing body responding ecstatically as Anthony's hot pulsing penis sluiced in and out of her watering mouth and her fingers wetly massaged her aching clitoris and vaginal slit until she came. "Admit it!"
"Yes oh yes, I did like it, but ... but...." she paused as a feeling of dread coursed through her, blotting out everything else. Her throat felt dry and constricted as though she wanted to cry, and her breath came in short gasps.
"Did you feel the same way when you were sucking the girl's pussy while Frederick fucked you up the ass? Was it painful? Did you cum? Was there...."
"STOP!" the scream came out involuntarily, and she brought her hands up and clenched them tightly over her ears. "Don't make me do this! Please don't!"
"You have to say it," he ordered the almost hysterical young wife. "You have to get it all out! Look at me! You loved getting fucked in the ass, didn't you? I'll bet you screwed your little ass back on his cock and begged him for more!"
The questions were like lashes of a whip.
"YES!" she shouted, her head thrown back and tears streaming down her face. "I loved it! I wanted to cum again and again! I wanted him to hurt me-to make me do awful things to him! I wanted to...." She fell forward with her head in her hands, sobbing wildly.
An evil smile of triumph was on his lips as he watched the defeated girl sob out her horror and humiliation. Of course you loved it, you little cunt! he thought cynically. And you're going to get a hell of a lot more than that before I'm done with you!
"Go ahead," he said soothingly. "Go ahead and cry all you want. You've progressed another step, my dear. You've almost shed all your feelings of guilt."
His comforting words stopped the flow of Debbie's tears for a moment, but the mention of guilt started them again.
"But my husband!" she wailed. "He'll hate me for what I've done, I know he will! I can't even tell him about the Institute ... he'd never understand!"
"I think he'd understand a good deal more than you think!" Anthony said slowly. "As a matter-of-fact, your husband is very familiar with the Institute ... he's here right now!"
"Jim? Here?" A look of guilt and horror spread across her contorted features as Debbie struggled to comprehend his words. It seemed to her that her whole world was suddenly crumbling around her. "It can't be!" She cried out. "There must be some mistake!"
"There isn't any mistake," Anthony said with a smug look. "Why are you upset? I thought you'd be pleased."
"He'd kill me if he saw me like this," her eyes went down to her naked flesh that was almost completely exposed under the diaphanous skimpy wrap. "Or if he knew that I had ... had made love to anyone else!"
A sudden peal of obscene laughter came from Anthony's sensuous lips. "How naive you are, my dear!" he said. "I don't think your husband is in any position to say or do anything to you!" Still laughing, he reached for the remote control panel on the closed circuit television system. "Look at the screen, Debbie! I want you to see what your husband is doing right now. I think you'll be fascinated!"
* * *
Charlene heard the almost inaudible click that told her the television camera was on and saw the tiny red light go on just over the door. The awareness that she was being watched did nothing to lessen the voluptuous redhead's lewd excitement. She had always felt a tremendous surge of erotic delight at taking part in orgies when she knew that others were watching her with obscene fascination. Now she wanted to be part of the lurid scene on the bed as Jill, Lois and Bobbie took turns laboring over Jim's nakedly prostrate body. She rose sinuously from the pillow and approached the bed.
Back in Anthony's office, Debbie stared at the sight of the red-haired beauty crossing the room to the huge bed and the obscene tangle of nude bodies.
"Where's Jim?" she demanded of Anthony. Her whole body was taut and straining to see better.
"Just a moment, my dear," Anthony purred, enjoying the look of intense interest that she was suddenly showing at the salacious spectacle on the screen. His hand reached out and pushed another button, activating a zoom lens that suddenly captured the figures on the bed perfectly. He heard the young wife gasp loudly as she saw for the first time that it was her husband on the bed. Jim-surrounded by naked women, one of them hunched over his erect, wetly glistening penis and another one who had been squatting obscenely over his greedily sucking mouth.
"Oh my God!" she wailed as her body went cola all over. It couldn't be! Jim would never do such a thing! But there was no denying what her eyes saw. He was not only straining to satisfy the two women-he was wearing a look of obvious ecstasy!
"He's quite a man, isn't he?" Anthony murmured, his own attention captured by the events on the screen. "It isn't easy to satisfy three women at one time! And to think, he couldn't even make you happy!"
The young wife watched in horror as Charlene motioned to Jill, the girl who had been straddling Jim's huge cock, to move away. The girl did so reluctantly, her fingers immediately plunging into her wet little pussy to replace the wonderfully throbbing instrument that slipped out. Then, with a look of hungry desire, Charlene stretched out on top of Jim's body, rubbing herself lasciviously up and down his taut, naked flesh, the softly rounded moons of her naked buttocks undulating lewdly before the probing eye of the hidden camera. Balancing herself on all fours, she let her fully ripened breasts fall forward over his face, shoving aside the other girl who had been pressing her palpitating young pussy into Jim's slavering mouth. She scraped her naked breasts back and forth over Debbie's husband's face slowly and tantalizingly. Then she halted her erotic movements, and his eager lips immediately closed over one erectly straining nipple. Debbie heard him moan with pleasure. His head moved from side to side in a desperate attempt to suck the delicious flesh all the way into his warm mouth. He moaned again as their naked bodies came together, and his long wetly glistening cock slid lovingly up into Charlene's gaping vaginal passage that opened to receive him.
"No!" Debbie cried out, rising from her chair and moving across the room to the television screen, her limbs trembling as she went.
Anthony came up behind her, his heavy body pressing into her thinly covered buttocks, his huge cock pulsating hotly against her smoothly rounded flesh.
"Have you ever watched people fuck?" he asked lewdly as he felt her breath coming in little gasps. "I think you'll find it tremendously exciting."
Debbie felt as though she were in a dream, totally out of touch with reality. She felt Anthony's arm slip around her waist and then begin running his hands slowly, languidly, over the pliant mounds of her tingling breasts which rose and fell rapidly under the thin robe. The drug he had given her was beginning to work, and she felt increasingly light-headed and sensitive, as though her nerve endings had come alive for the first time in her young life. They sent confusing messages of mixed pleasure and shock to the already stunned girl.
Charlene had begun to move her body upwards, allowing Jim's heatedly throbbing cock to slip out of her warm cuntal sheath. As she inched her body up along his hard-muscled chest, Lois, the third girl, bent down over his heaving body and sucked his moistly glistening penis up between her crimson lips, ovaling her pretty mouth and nibbling with little fish-like bites at his swollen cock-head. Debbie could see clearly the shiver of intense excitement that shook her husband's body.
Now Charlene had worked her way up to the same position over Jim's face as the girl whose pussy he had been sucking. She straightened her sensually lush body up and pulled Bobbie's naked young body over to her so that she stood in front of her. Then she parted the girl's wetly swollen pussy lips with her thumbs pressing outward and flicked her long sensuous tongue out snake-like to begin licking the delicate hair-lined slit while Jim eagerly slavered up into her own moistly heated cuntal sheath from below.
Debbie was practically in a state of shock. Her mind still couldn't comprehend the lewd reality of what was taking place before her eyes. But her body had begun to respond in an entirely different way to the obscene display. Unconsciously, she leaned back against Anthony's stocky body, scarcely aware of the fevered activity of his hands, so absorbed was she in the salacious scene on the television screen. It was almost as though she had ceased to understand that the man writhing and flailing under the caresses of the bodies of the aggressive females was her husband. It seemed so strange to stand there and watch the lewd fantasy-like scene being played out.
Anthony slowly began to probe her firm golden thighs. Soon he was squeezing and kneading the tender flesh of her abdomen, twisting his finger lightly in the small fleshy circle of her navel, working his way upwards until he seized the soft resilient mounds of her sloping pink-tipped breasts. His eyes glazed with lust as he felt her nipples immediately stiffen under his touch, becoming hard little points that he pinched and rolled teasingly, expertly between his thumb and forefinger.
The drugged young wife moaned in pleasure as his lurid caresses sent little shivers of lewd electrical excitement rippling through her abdomen. Her entire body was totally compliant, even limp, and this complete acquiescence on the part of the young wife, coupled with the erotic sight on the television screen, filled the marriage counselor with a tremendous sense of power. Nothing in the world gave him as much pleasure as degrading an innocent young housewife and making her respond to his animal-like passions. He felt a thrill of mastery over this dark-haired girl as if he had total control of her destiny in his pawing hands.
"Which one of them would you like to be right now?" Anthony purred into Debbie's ear. "Would you like to be sucking that girl's little pussy? Or would you rather have someone suck and lick your beautiful little cunt?"
Despite herself, Debbie could feel the warm, almost liquid feeling beginning to surge through her loins and lower belly. She had to force herself not to bring her hands down to her heated pubic mound and the little bud of clitoral flesh that strained and begged for attention. She watched with fascination as Charlene pressed her eagerly working lips into Bobbie's sparse triangle of softly curling pubic hair, her long arms reaching around the girl's hips to pull her closer. Jim's face was obscured by Charlene's own wildly gyrating pelvis, and she ground it down onto his wetly fucking tongue. Both of the women wailed and moaned in an almost unbearable pleasure while Lois continued to shed her tightly compressed lips up and down his saliva-coated penis.
"Did you ever suck your husband's cock like that?" Anthony asked, his own breath coming faster. Debbie forced her eyes downward to where Lois was grinding her rhythmically hollowing mouth up and down on Jim's lust-thickened hardness, a look of rapture on her face as Jill's tousled head bobbed up and down between her widespread thighs, and a flashing tongue greedily lapped at her fluttering hair-covered little pussy lips.
"Mmmmmm!" Debbie moaned, unable to control her voice as Anthony's extended middle finger found the sensuously throbbing little bud of her clitoris and flicked back and forth over it teasingly. Involuntarily, she arched her rapidly awakening body, pressing her erect miniature penis against his working fingertip. The sensations she experienced were irresistible. Stimulated by the powerful aphrodisiac he had slipped into her drink as well as by the depraved images on the television screen, she was at a fever pitch of arousal.
Anthony forced his hand between her trembling thighs until his palm covered her moistly heated pubic mound. He squeezed her cushiony hair-fringed pussy lips together, relishing the damp heat that emanated from her tight vaginal sheath while the other hand continued to massage her firmly thrusting breasts. His long penis, now fully erect and massive, pulsated against the softness of her young buttocks, and he could feel her tighten the muscles in her ass-cheeks in response. Burying his face in the dark mane of faintly perfumed hair that fell in shimmering waves over her back and shoulders, he sucked and bit her slender neck, leaving angry red marks.
"Your little pussy is ready, isn't it?" Anthony murmured into her ear. "I'm going to shove my cock up into you and fuck you until you can't stand it any more! That's what you really want, isn't it?"
"No ... no...." Debbie responded weakly, making a feeble attempt to push his heavy body away from her. But her efforts were futile, and she knew that she was being overpowered by the powerfully erotic sight on the television screen. She twisted and writhed with desire as his powerful hands explored every part of her hotly quivering body.
"You want my cock in you, don't you?" he demanded. "You want to spread your legs and have me ram my prick up that sweet little cunt?"
Every nerve in her body screamed out her answer to him, but from somewhere in the back of her mind a voice cried out for her to stop before it was too late. She made one last effort to escape his lewdly probing hands.
"Look at your husband," Anthony ordered. "Look at him sucking Charlene's pussy! And look at that girl giving him the blow job...."
He paused, overcome with desire from the obscene quintet on the bed, their nakedly writhing bodies contorted with lust and passion as the salacious sounds of sucking and moaning came through the television speaker. "You want to get fucked, don't you?"
For a moment, Debbie continued to struggle, her body twisting from his hungry caresses of her heatedly aroused breasts and vagina. Then her eyes caught sight once again of her husband's naked body being devoured by crimson mouths and wetly pulsing cuntal lips. Why not? she thought suddenly, her eyes narrowing in a new way. Why should I deny myself the pleasure that Jim's getting?
With a renewed interest, she watched the naked group on the bed. The cries of pleasure that assaulted her ears only served to heighten her own lust-crazed need for satisfaction. Her whole body was burning up with desire, her flesh screaming out for Anthony's body to relieve her of the terrible torment. WHY NOT?
"I'll bet you'd like to get your pussy licked!" Anthony murmured lewdly. "Wouldn't you?"
Excited even further by his lewd words, Debbie answered by spreading her long legs wider to give him easier access to her wetly steaming vaginal slit. At the same time she reached behind her back and took his heavy, sperm-laden balls in her hands, squeezing them softly with an instinctive expertise. Anthony's massively rigid cock gave an excited lurch, and he growled with pleasure as her soft palms cupped his scrotum.
The trembling young bride moaned as his outstretched middle finger slid easily along her slippery cuntal crevice and up into her vagina. Immediately her sphincter muscles tightened around it, not in resistance, but in welcome, pulling him deep, deep inside her until he felt the hardness of her cervix against his fingertip.
"Tell me you want it!" he ordered, still unwilling to release her from the mental hold he had on her. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you!"
"Oh yes," she replied warmly, her voice shaking with lust. "I want you to fuck me!"
Suddenly she twisted around to face him and threw her arms around him, pressing her mouth wetly against his and pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Her hands roamed feverishly over his body, feeling the powerful flesh of his buttocks and his broad muscular back. She twisted against his thickened hardness which pulsed wildly against her belly.
Anthony pulled away from her and yanked off his loincloth. Debbie followed suit, tearing away the thin robe in a desire-filled frenzy. Anthony seized his huge lust-thickened penis in his hands and began massaging the long length of the shaft. It had grown so thick that he could barely get his hand around it.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he commanded.
Trembling with excitement, Debbie did as he said. She squirmed her body around so that she could watch the depraved display on the television screen. Behind her, she could feel Anthony panting heavily as his thick body came down to kneel between her shaking legs. She watched her husband's body writhing furiously, fucking his penis in and out of Lois's ovaled mouth as he sucked and licked Charlene's glistening pink pussy eagerly, his tongue flashing deeply up into her clasping vaginal slit.
Anthony's heated cock throbbed against her naked ass-cheeks, and for a moment Debbie feared that he was going to take her in her rectum the way Frederick had. The thought frightened her a little, but she was amazed to realize that despite the prospective pain, it excited her too.
He pushed down on her elbows so that her buttocks were waving obscenely in the air, and Debbie braced herself for another brutal assault on her rectum. She found a depraved fascination in her position, crouched on all fours like an animal, waiting to have a brutally thick cock shoved up her back passage. Instead, however, the head of Anthony's thickly distended penis positioned itself against the entrance to her wetly quivering pussy. It's immense size made even that more elastic path difficult however, and the young wife bit her lip as the rubbery lust-swollen tip stretched her tight little vaginal passage wide, inch by inch, forcing its way up inside her cringing passage.
"Tell me how it feels," Anthony hissed, pausing in his progress and pulling her head back roughly. "Go on ... tell me!"
"Oh God! It feels so huge!" she grunted, feeling the massive male organ filling her painfully stretched cuntal sheath and afraid that it would split her in two. "I won't be able to take it all ... oh! ... OHHHH!" she gasped as he pushed in further, forcing her legs wider apart as the rubbery flesh throbbed heatedly against the soft velvety walls of her pussy. "AAAHHHH! Oh yes! It feels so goodddd!"
The kneeling young bride's voice rose almost to a wail as the words came tumbling out, as though she had suddenly become a demented, lust-crazed animal. Her sensually kneeling body began to tremble, and she was half-sobbing as she lifted her naked buttocks as high as she could. "Oh yes, fuck me!" she sobbed. "Fuck me everywhere! In my cunt! My ass! My mouth! Oh fuck me! Ffffuucckk meee!" The obscene words poured out of her, words that only this morning were hateful and repulsive. But she was beyond caring now, beyond even knowing what she was saying. She was a raging, bucking demon with only one desire-to be taken brutally, used however Anthony wanted, an insanely pleading piece of female flesh that had to have release through the thickly burgeoning male organ that pulsated so hotly within her hungry young pussy.
Anthony plunged his lust-thickened instrument up into her belly with vicious force, and she pushed her straining cunt backwards to receive him, her vaginal muscles hungrily grasping at his mighty organ with all their might.
"Give it to me!" she moaned, her voice harsh and guttural. "Ram your cock into me! Harder! I want it all! Hurt me, you bastard! Hurt meee!"
Gripping her soft warm buttocks tightly with his hands, Anthony began fucking in and out of her crazily milking little pussy, varying his rhythm from hammer-like battering blows to slow, tantalizing strokes that stretched his foreskin back over his purplish head and made Debbie beg for more. Teasingly, he would almost withdraw the pulsating thickness from her grasping cuntal sheath then would plunge it back in with a force that jolted her submissively kneeling body. He rotated his pelvis in a lewd screwing motion that scraped every nerve ending in her impaled cunt, and she matched her movements to his, all the while moaning almost incoherent obscenities and pleading with him to rip her apart with his gigantic cock.
Time and again Anthony took her right to the brink of orgasm then pulled back, leaving her hanging and begging for release.
"What are you, bitch?" he demanded to know as her mewling, straining voice begged him to hurt her.
"I'm a whore, a slut! I'm your cunt!" she snarled back.
"Play with my balls, cunt!" he ordered. Obediently, Debbie seized the semen-filled testicles that swayed and slapped against her inner thighs as he plunged relentlessly in and out, pressed them against her erectly throbbing clitoris.
"AAAAGGHHH!" she moaned helplessly, skewered on Anthony's pistoning hardness. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with loud grunting noises, all the while kneading the smooth flesh of her wildly rotating buttocks.
The ecstatic dark-haired wife felt wave after wave of lewd delight flow through her as the marriage counselor continued to fuck her into a state of mindless arousal. Tides of pleasure rose and fell within her quivering vaginal sheath as she writhed involuntarily beneath his expertly grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen shaft reached the farthest depths of her defenseless womb, and she responded with a lewd animal-like whine. Time had come to a stop, and Debbie was suspended in the erotic realm of her own flaming not-to-be-denied lust.
She heard the heavy man grunting behind her, murmuring lascivious words in her ear, urging her onward to a new undreamed-of depths of depraved enjoyment. "Oh, you sweet little piece of ass, you hot little cunt, give it to me, fuck back, fuck back, fuck back!"
The obscene words thrilled her to the very marrow of her being. She screwed backwards against his thickly pulsating length which filled her heatedly quivering cuntal walls, stretching her open farther than she had ever thought possible. She thought she would go mad from the delicious pleasure-pain that he inflicted upon her with his huge male instrument.
Suddenly, her attention was distracted by the sounds coming from the television speakers, and she could see that Anthony too was watching the images on the screen.
"I'm cumming!" Charlene was shrrieking into Bobbie's throbbing pussy as Jim's flashing tongue slavered up and down the wet, glistening cuntal flesh between her aching thighs. "OH GOD! I'M CUMMIINGG!"
At almost the same moment, the others on the bed began to moan out their own orgasms, their bodies writhing obscenely as flesh met naked flesh in an erotic tableau. Debbie could see Lois's hollowed cheeks fill to overflowing with Jim's ejaculating white-hot sperm as she struggled to swallow the salty-sweet liquid. Jill licked savagely at Lois's steaming pussy at the same time as she plunged her fingers into her own moistly throbbing vaginal passage. Her hands plunged up and down and Debbie could see that her thighs were damp with her own liquid passion.
Charlene tried to pull her face away from Bobbie's jerking loins, but the tall fashion model grabbed her long red hair and pulled her harshly back, grinding her twisting pelvis and forcing the lusty redhead to finish sucking and licking her throbbing clitoris.
Debbie watched in fascination as her husband arched his powerful body, consumed in the throes of the most explosive orgasm of his life. The sight of his climax sent a new wave of lewd excitement rippling through her own nakedly kneeling body like a white-hot flame that took her over completely. She shook with uncontrollable passion as spasms of wild excitement contorted her face in a grimace of ecstasy. Then ... without warning ... she had reached the peak of rapture....
"AAAIIEEE!" Debbie screamed as Anthony drove into her with painful intensity. The brutally fucking founder of the Institute gripped her flaring young hips savagely as he ravaged without mercy the young bride's tight cuntal passage.
"OOOOHHH!" he moaned. "Yeh, that's it! Fuck back! FFUUCCKK BACCKK!"
Suddenly Debbie felt hot jets of his heated sperm spurt into her quaking vagina, flooding her with warmth. In response, her own liquid passion was released high up inside her belly in an incredible sensation of opening. She felt as though she could take his whole body inside her and never stop.
"NNNGGGHHH! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, flailing her head wildly, her long dark hair lashing wildly around her head. For a moment she almost lost consciousness as the apex of her orgasm overwhelmed her. Behind her eyes she could see whirling wheels of color, like rockets, exploding in fantastic combination with the waves of exquiaite pleasure washing over her. Her hips ground back in a mindless joy as her wetly convulsing pussy contracted around Anthony's jerking penis. She felt an almost unbearable thrill as he lunged into her again and again until finally, the rapture subsided, and she fell forward, exhausted, onto the floor. Anthony still gripped her flaring hips tightly, and his heavy body fell on top of hers, his passion also subsiding, his softening pole of male flesh still deeply embedded within her convulsing cuntal sheath. Debbie's twitching pussy was bathed in a sweet sated afterglow, and she was all-too-aware that never in her young life had she felt so alive and euphoric.
The soft moans of the young wife and the heavy-set man stretched out atop her mingled with the sighs of exhausted satiation coming from the television set.
Finally, there was nothing but the heavy breathing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debbie awoke with a start, her sex and sleep-benumbed mind disoriented and confused. The room was in almost complete darkness except for a thin ray of light that shone through a partially-closed door that led to an adjoining office. Her .exhausted body felt incredibly warm, both from the plush softness of the carpet and from the feather-light comforter that covered her naked young body, and for a moment she didn't want to move.
As she stirred lazily and stretched her long legs out, a curious mixture of pain and pleasure surged through her, sending little fluttering sensations rippling through her body. Her hands went to the aching secret spot up between her thighs, trying to caress away the soreness from her hair-lined cuntal lips.
She could hear soft voices coming from the adjoining room and she strained to identify them. It must have been the voices that woke me, she thought to herself. Her eager hands gently massaged the brutally used flesh of her pubic mound and glistening vaginal slit as she lay there, warm and comfortable, her body insulated and alone. As one of her fingers grazed her tender little clitoral bud, lewd thoughts suddenly began to drift in and out of her mind. She saw incredibly obscene tableaux of nakedly entwined bodies, and she recognized her own lust-contorted face, screaming out obscenities as a huge, desire-swollen penis pumped in and out of her frantically clenching pussy, her body writhing and twitching against it insanely.
Debbie's awakening body tensed as a new image came to her. She could see her young husband stretched out under the steaming cuntal cleft of the beautiful redhead, his tongue flashing in and out of her hair-lined cuntal flesh as the other young girl sucked greedily and hungrily on his massive glistening cock. My God! It must have been a dream, Debbie thought wildly, it can't have happened! But she knew that it had indeed happened. It had taken place before her very eyes while her own lust-inflamed body was being cruelly impaled by Anthony's huge penis and she was begging him for more!
A loud laugh in the other room snapped her mind back to reality, and the naked young bride sat up quickly, her body tensing and sending shivers of pain to her vagina and anal opening. Suddenly she remembered the brutal assault of her virgin back passage by Frederick. She blushed and tried to clear her head of the obscene images.
Another laugh came from the next room and the unhappy young wife pulled the comforter closer around her body as she recognized Anthony's deep voice talking to another male. She could decipher none of the words but they made her somehow uneasy.
Slowly and quietly, Debbie rose from the floor and, still clutching the soft comforter, she looked desperately around the room for her robe. It was nowhere to be seen. Frantically, she widened her search but it wasn't in the room. She felt her legs trembling as she tried to think what to do. Oh God! She had to get away from this awful place now! It was no longer a question of just saving her marriage-if she didn't she would have a hard time saving her sanity!
Her frantic mind tried to remember how to get to the room where her clothing had been taken from her. She tried to trace the path that would lead her from Anthony's office to the plush room where Anthony had forced her to suck ... her mind rebelled at the word and she felt a sickness in the pit of her stomach.
The tortured young wife suddenly stopped in her tracks as she heard the other male voice clearly. It was Jim, her husband! Startled, she crept closer to the partially-opened door and pressed her face as close as she could to the crack without being seen from the other side. She listened in horror as Anthony's powerful, almost hypnotic, voice came to her ears.
* * *
"Let me freshen your drink, Jim," Anthony said smoothly as he poured out another tall drink of bourbon. "That was quite an initiation you went through this afternoon, and I'm sure you need this."
Every muscle of Jim's body seemed to be raw and aching from his prolonged session with the four naked women. He felt as if he had gone through some primitive initiation rite, and although it had been difficult, he had proven himself to his own satisfaction and certainly to that of the girls who finished the afternoon in an exhausted heap around him. The memory of the extended orgy was confused, but certain images stood out in his mind vividly-Lois bobbing up and down on his rigid cock, a lewd smile on her half-parted lips....Charlene, her head thrown against the moistly quivering cunt of Bobbie while he sucked her steaming pussy and sent uncontrollable spasms of pleasure through her body ... the other two girls licking and kissing his hard-muscled body, taunting him with their flashing tongues as they brought him to the edge of orgasm.
The stinging sensations in his red and swollen penis were a vivid reminder of his ordeal, and Jim massaged himself gently as he faced Anthony. There was no doubt in his mind now that he could satisfy any woman-even Debbie!
Jim was impressed with the heavy-set founder of the Institute and with the obvious trappings of wealth that Anthony surrounded himself with.
"You've really got a fantastic place here!" Jim said appreciatively. "It's really great!"
"I've been very fortunate," Anthony smiled, sipping his own drink slowly and trying to assess Jim. He knew that Jim and Debbie were just the couple that he had been looking for for months. He wanted branches of the Institute for Sexual Freedom all over California. Places where he could control dozens of willing and eager young bodies, where he could rake in thousands of dollars as he bent and twisted girl's like Debbie and Charlene to his will. This place was only the beginning for him-he needed more and more. But there was a serious problem of staffing the Institute with people who could attract the kind of new members that he wanted. People who he could trust to do things exactly as he ordered. Now that Frederick and Charlene would be moving to the Institute's new house in San Diego he needed Jim and Debbie more than ever.
"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you here?" Anthony said suddenly, his mind made up about the handsome young husband.
Jim was taken aback by the question.
"Gosh, I just figured you talked to all the new members," he replied nervously. Charlene had told him nothing except that Anthony wished to speak with him personally. The way she pronounced Anthony's name left no doubt as to how she felt about him.
"Hardly!" Anthony said, a smug smile coming to his face. "I haven't the time to talk to everyone!" He paused for a moment to let Jim get the full import of his words. "Actually, I've a proposition to make to you if you think you'd be interested in working for the Institute."
"W-Working for you?"
"Yes," Anthony replied. "I make snap judgments about people and they're usually right! When Charlene told me about you I knew you were just the man to become our new counselor. Charlene informed me that you handled her and the other three girls as if you'd been doing that kind of thing all your life!" A lewd smile played across his thick lips as he watched Jim redden.
Despite himself, Jim felt a new sense of power as he listened to Anthony speak. It was true, he told himself, I did handle those four easily! He was bathed in a sense of contentment and a new sexual awareness. He'd always been pretty sure of himself until his marriage to Debbie. But now, with his experience of this afternoon, he knew that he would never again have any doubts about his own sexual prowess.
"Do you mean I'd work with girls like that every day?" he asked incredulously. It was almost too good to be true!
"I mean exactly that!" Anthony said firmly. "Of course I don't mean to imply that you don't need a good deal of my guidance and advice-you do! But with my help I think we can make you into a first-class counselor in a short time."
Jim found himself staring at the older man with a new interest. He would be working with Anthony himself to bring erotic freedom to dozens of beautiful young girls who would be bound to obey his every wish. It was fantastic! Jim's latent promiscuity surged to the surface at the exciting thoughts.
"I understand that you're married," Anthony said suddenly, interrupting his fantasies. "I suppose that might pose a problem."
"Problem?" Jim said quickly, afraid that Anthony was going to withdraw the offer. "Why should it be a problem? I mean, she wouldn't even have to know that I'm working here!"
Anthony smiled again, his faith in his own judgment confirmed by Jim's eagerness.
"We have a strict rule here that all married counselors must work as a team," he lied smoothly, hoping that Debbie was awake by now and was hearing every word he said. He had left the door partially opened on purpose and he could imagine her lovely young body shaking with excitement as she listened to he and Jim planning their new career. "I'm afraid I couldn't even consider you unless your wife was involved."
"B-But, I don't know ... I mean, I don't see what difference it makes...." Jim said quickly, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized how much he was about to lose. There was no way in the world he could convince Debbie to come to the Institute, he knew. Frantically, his mind searched for things to say, some way to convince Anthony that he couldn't-just couldn't-involve his frigid young wife in his new career.
"It makes a great deal of difference to me!" Anthony said forcefully. "It's too bad, I've already asked your wife's sister to bring your wife here!" He paused as a look of horror swept over Jim's face, to be replaced quickly with faint gleam of hope in his eyes. "Shall we just forget the whole thing?"
Desperate now, Jim was almost beside himself. Debbie here? My God, he thought, I can't let her find out about this afternoon! He tried to think of what he could do but his thoughts only became more and more confused under the glaring eyes of the heavy-set man. At the same time, he knew that he couldn't give up the opportunity that Anthony was offering him. He had to try and talk to Debbie, he just had to!
"Let me talk to her," Jim pleaded. "I can make her see how important this is, believe me?" There was no turning back now, he knew. It was all or nothing!
* * *
Standing by the partially open doorway, her whole body shaking with disgust and shame at their humiliation, Debbie could hardly believe her ears. How could Jim even think of such a thing? Surely he couldn't ask her to stay here for one more minute. She had to make him understand somehow that she was no longer the frigid wife that he knew-to show him that she, too, had discovered something about herself that would make their lives different!
She was so wrapped up in her own dreadful thoughts that she didn't hear the outer door open or see the tall figure slip into the office. In a moment the figure was behind her.
"Doing a little spying?" Frederick whispered softly.
The startled young wife almost cried out aloud as she heard Frederick's whispered insinuation. She brought her hand to her mouth quickly to stifle the scream, biting into it and drawing salty-tasting blood. My God, she thought in terror, don't let Jim hear me! Jim was the only man in her life whom she loved and nothing could ever change that, not even her unforeseeable fall into sexual infidelity. They loved each other, and that was all that mattered. He never had to know that she had cried out so obscenely for Anthony and Frederick to satisfy her lust. She would be a good wife to him now that she knew herself. She would do anything for him! Anything he'd ask-no matter how terrible she had thought it was before!
She turned quickly and saw that Frederick was stark naked. He wore a little smile on his handsome face. "What are you doing here?" she stuttered, trying to get away from the door.
Frederick allowed her to step back before he closed his hand on her arm and held her tightly in a vise-like grip. With his free hand he reached out and very quietly closed the door. Then, moving quickly, he pulled the frightened young wife toward the soft couch in the corner of the room.
"Aren't you glad to see me?" he asked softly. "You certainly were screaming your head off this afternoon when you wanted me to fuck you in the ass!"
"What are you talking about?" she whispered harshly, her heart pumping frantically with fear, terrified that Jim might hear them.
"What are you talking about?" he mimicked in a sing-song whisper. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? You know goddamn well what I'm talking about so don't give me any of that crap!"
Petrified with fear, Debbie struggled to break Frederick's powerful grip on her arm. She tried to will her body to stop, not to allow itself to be dragged so cruelly toward the waiting couch and the awful reality of what she knew was to follow. But nothing happened except that she was slowly being drawn toward tragedy.
"Please," Debbie sobbed in the darkness, trying to void her mind of the horrid pictures that were racing around. She couldn't allow this to happen-she had to stop him at any cost! Oh God! Oh God, why is the world so evil?
Frederick was suddenly pulling away the soft comforter that protected her unblemished young body. As he threw it away, he pulled her close to him and his free hand went around her waist in a cruel motion, pulling and kneading at her softly quivering naked buttocks at the same time as his mouth tried to close on hers.
"Don't!" she pleaded, evading his laughing face. She could feel the hardness of his thick rubbery cock pressing into her trembling belly, his heated testicles crushing against the silky wisps of dark pubic hair obscenely. "Please, Frederick, let me go," she begged.
His only reply was a lewd laugh as his mouth found hers and his tongue slithered easily into her shocked mouth, rubbing, searching cruelly in the moisture for the softness of her own tongue. Her smooth breasts were almost flattened against his hard-muscled chest and the bristles of hair that covered it grated against her aching and strained nipples, causing them to react involuntarily and spring to life.
Despite herself, Debbie could feel a warmth rising in her loins, and she knew that her body was beginning to betray her again. Just as it had so often today! She wanted to scream out to him to stop, to leave her alone, but there was something so exciting about being taken like this while her young husband was in the very next room that it frightened her.
"I'm going to fuck you, baby!" Frederick whispered, pulling his mouth away from hers but still holding her body tightly crushed against him. "I'm going to get some of that sweet pussy right now!"
She fought him desperately, raking her long nails down his back and causing him to wince with pain. But nothing seemed to work, his arms pressed brutally against her waist as his hands continued to massage the tender flesh of her swelling half-moons, kneading the aching softness cruelly. She squirmed against his hotly throbbing penis as it ground into her belly, but it only excited him the more.
"Your husband is in the other room, isn't he?" Frederick demanded as his lips sought out the tender sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. "Do you want me to holler and let him know what his little bitch of a wife is doing in here?"
Terrified, Debbie shook her head violently, her hair flying about her head. "N-NO!" she almost spat at him. "You can't!"
"Then goddamn it, relax!" he ordered. "It'll only take a few minutes!"
The terrified young wife knew that she had no choice. She had to submit one last time if she were going to escape this awful place without Jim knowing what had happened. A voice in the back of her mind told her to get it over with quickly. Without thinking, she let herself relax against him. A gleaming tear nestled in the corner of her eye, then slowly rolled over the lid and along the gentle slope of her cheeks. I have to do it! Oh God, let him be quick, she prayed silently as he responded to her softening body.
Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him closer, tighter against her slender youthful body. She could feel his muscles contracting and relaxing beneath his skin and the rich, tingling firmness of her breasts move against his hairy chest.
His lips crushed and sucked at her mouth again, and she felt his hand sliding up into the crevice between her buttocks, his finger searching out the little puckered hole he had so brutally violated today. Strained to the breaking point by the circumstances, her body began to respond to the lascivious tinglings that coursed through her body. Instinctively, she pressed herself against him with every fiber of her strength, still praying for it to be over quickly. She undulated her hips forward, then to the side, then back again, scraping her vaginal mound across his pulsing hardness.
Her slim hand pressed into the space between their bodies where she felt his rock-hard penis against her belly and she heard him gasp with pleasure as her fingers closed around the massive organ. Without thinking, she began to caress the burning flesh, as if trying to milk the waiting hot male juices from him more quickly.
Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself being pulled downward. Frederick still clasped her tightly, but he relaxed his hold slightly as he came down onto the lushly-carpeted floor. Her hand still encircled the huge throbbing column of male hardness and she pumped up and down rhythmically.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked desperately as she felt him stretch out on his back. Her racing thoughts were trying to spur her on and she listened for a second to the still-talking voices in the adjoining room. She was tempted to bend down and take the gigantic organ between her lips as she had done with Anthony. Maybe he'll cum quicker that way, she thought frantically. Before she could move toward him, his arms were forcing her body over his, her trembling legs straddling his hips as he pulled her head toward his waiting mouth. She released the pulsing penis long enough to adjust herself to the new position and then reached eagerly for it again. But she was too late! Frederick had gripped her flaring hips and forced them downward until her hair-lined pussy lips were resting on his heatedly throbbing cock, and his hips began to move sensuously so that her already moistened flesh massaged the rubbery organ.
"Just take it easy and slow," he murmured before his tongue snaked into her half-open mouth and began to frantically search for hers.
Debbie felt the sexual electricity flowing up through his heated male staff into her rippling vaginal passage. She knew that her hungry cuntal sheath was ready and she ground her pelvis down against him, hoping that he would soon shove the massive penis up into her quivering belly and begin the lewd dance of love.
Their hips began to move in unison as Frederick continued to suck lovingly on her tongue. Despite herself, the young bride knew that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. There was no use denying it anymore. Then, his lips left hers and he pulled her nakedly quivering body over him until her breasts were dangling invitingly over his warm mouth. Teasingly, he flicked out his tongue and circled the right nipple lovingly, nipping at the tender flesh with his teeth and driving her almost mad with an increased desire that she couldn't suppress. At the same time, his hands were flowing over her squirming buttocks, inching toward the tiny puckered anus between her voluptuous cheeks, then darting away at the last moment. She wanted to pull away but couldn't. Instead, she half-consciously urged him to press more tightly against her moistly heated pussy lips that seemed to be clenching and grasping in a vain attempt to draw the huge cock up into her belly.
"Now!" she pleaded with him, aflame with a desire that drove all other thoughts from her mind. "AAAAHHHHHHHH! Fuck me now, oh please, fuck me nowwwwwwww!" Her voice trailed off in a low wail as she raised her body and tried to pull his thickened hardness upward toward her frantically twitching pussy.
Every nerve in Debbie's body wanted to scream out to him as she felt his hand snake around one of her thighs and move toward his throbbing cock. As it moved, his fingers grazed her fluttering cuntal lips and the straining bud of her lust-inflamed clitoris.
"Oh!" the brunette housewife gasped, unable to control herself any longer. She had to have him soon or she would go mad with lust. His thumbs closed on either side of her little pink clitoris, wedging the erect flesh between them and teasingly pressing into it. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Her voice was becoming louder as she begged for him to thrust his massively hardened shaft deeply into her love-starved vaginal passage and quell the raging lust that threatened to explode in her body.
"Now! Goddamnit, now!" he ordered in a rasping voice.
Quickly, Debbie grasped his thick turgid penis and directed it toward her gaping fire-heated pussy. She paused momentarily, however, when she realized how enormous it felt. Oh Lord! Her tired little cunt was already so sore....
Frederick felt the kneeling brunette's hesitation and he bucked upward, bringing a squeal from the young wife's lips as the purplish head nosed against the wetly quivering entrance to her vagina. She wanted to cry out, but she could only moan and bite her lips as she felt the rubbery tip nudge upward against her secret flesh and begin to part the ruffled pinkness of her vaginal lips with its massive girth. Slowly, stretching her most precious possession, the probing shaft forced its way up into the restricting channel until the entire head rested just inside the warm, quivering hole. Then, sure that she would die any moment, she felt the whole solid length of the instrument suddenly thrust upward into her elastic passage with on powerful burst of power, grinding its pulsating way up into her belly, to the hilt.
"Aarrgghhhhh!" she wailed aloud, not caring about the nearness of her young husband in the next room. Her whole womb was on fire! Debbie fought to pull herself away from the savagely pummeling penis, but there was no escape. She was impaled on the end of his hotly throbbing cock and an eternity was passing before her eyes as she sought to put out the agony that burned through her tortured vaginal passage. She thought she had been split wide open and would pass out from the pain at any moment, knowing that the torturous spasms rippling through her stretched cuntal walls had to be the first warnings of impending doom.
Frederick's fingers dug mercilessly into her naked ass-cheeks, and he made her wince again with pain, proud of his virility, proud of his conquest, and especially proud of his total mastery over her mind and body.
Grinning in lewd triumph, he pulled at the jiggling moons of her squirming buttocks and spread them, lifting his head to watch her hair-fringed cuntal lips clasping and sucking at his hardness as he fucked it in and out of her totally defenseless pussy. Suddenly he pulled down on her hips at the same time as he arched up and plunged the final engorged inch into her wide-stretched pussy, feeling the jelly-like fleshy resistance deep inside spread an easy path for the fiery throbbing head of his penis and hearing a final submissive gasp of pain from her lips. He knew that she'd never been fucked like this before and that she was probably a virgin until very recently. The naked young housewife was nearly new flesh, and he appreciated her innocence, her naivete, appreciated every moist inch of her cuntal channel so smooth and soft, and tight and eager for his pistoning cock as her inner muscles enveloped it like a warm wet glove and massaged its veined hardness with tingling electrifying strokes.
Unaware of anymore pain, Debbie mewled again and again at the obscene fucking of her ravished vagina and concentrated only on the erupting passion that coursed through her veins. She spread her long thighs wider and lowered herself further down onto the virilely thrusting male penis. She forgot her husband, forgot Anthony, forgot everything except her own wild desire and the pulsating shaft of hardness that would soon bring her relief. She fell forward until her naked breasts were almost touching Frederick's hairy chest. Then, she began to move her upper torso in slow sensuous motions that made her tautened nipples strain to touch his flesh. She moaned and mewled delightedly as she felt the rubbery tip of his thick cock probing the deep untouched frontiers of her vagina where no penis had ever been before. She was no longer in control of her madly writhing body. Instead, she was a frantic sex machine enjoying the magnificent penis that sawed in and out of her wildly rejoicing cunt with growing ease, and nothing, nothing else mattered. She craved the pleasure, the lust that had incited her to an earthly heaven-it was passion, desired for its own end, passion alone, and that was all she cared about.
* * *
"Are you sure you want to talk to your wife about the job?" Anthony said slowly and deliberately. "We could just drop the whole matter right now!"
Nothing in the world would have detered Jim from trying. His penis was pulsing pleasantly against his thigh as he saw the rug being pulled out from under his plans to work for Anthony. To have his pick of lovely young girls every day-every hour if he wanted-it was just too much to give up. He could talk Debbie into giving it a try at least. If she didn't go along with it, well, the hell with her! If he were single again there would be no problem at all.
"Where is she?" Jim asked Anthony in a strained voice. He stood up and checked his appearance in the wall mirror, hoping that his young wife would not be able to see what he had been through today with Susan and the other girls.
"She's in the next office," Anthony replied. He rose to his feet and walked toward the door that separated the two rooms. His eyes widened for a moment as he saw that the door was tightly closed. Then he smiled, knowing that Frederick must be in the room with Debbie. Everything depended upon breaking Jim and Debbie both down to the point where they would be under his control. And Anthony knew that the surest way to break a person's spirit was to shame and humiliate them. "Are you ready?"
The nervous young husband nodded and went toward the door. Anthony checked the blackjack in the pocket of his robe. Just in case there's any rough stuff, he thought to himself. He turned the doorknob and they walked into the dark room.
At first, Jim was startled by the darkness and the low animal-like noises that came from somewhere on the other side of the desk. There were lewd moans and gasps and the sound of something like wet flesh slapping together. His eyes raced around the formless blackness trying to pick out objects.
"Debbie?" he said quietly. "Debbie, are you here?" When there was no answer he turned and looked at Anthony, still puzzled by the strange noises. "She isn't here!"
"That's funny," Anthony said smoothly with a suppressed grin. He knew only too well what the noises meant and he was anxious to have the next act start. He reached out and flicked on the lights, suddenly bathing the room with its brilliance.
"Oooooooh!" Debbie moaned with pleasure as she pumped up and down on the huge shaft of Frederick's jerking red cock. The kneeling young housewife's eyes were closed tightly and she had no hint that anyone else was in the room. She groaned and wiggled in ecstasy as she felt the throbbing cock-shaft sliding evenly and smoothly in and out of her aching vaginal channel, filling it with the hard hot flesh that was taking her to such heights of pleasure. She slammed her naked buttocks down onto his penis with a loud slap and locked her trembling thighs tightly against his hips, imprisoning his huge instrument deep in her belly, never wanting to let it go. As he thrust upward and rotated his pelvis she began to clench the smooth, ruffling walls of her vaginal passage open and closed like a wet burning fist, massaging his cock with a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to her sexual passion, to his lewd moaning, to the electric shock of lust and delight that flashed through every fibre of her being. Her head rolled from side to side in a silent reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensation she could from this wicked, adulterous fucking.
She was alone in a world of sex, and all other considerations were lost to her as she felt the earth-shaking tremors of lust that raced through her naked loins.
"Yes, Oh God, yesss! Fuck me harder you bastard! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!" she howled uncontrollably as she jerked upward and humped down again spastically, feeling the first throes of orgasm building in her straining belly muscles. Her frenzied mind and body were wild and lashing like the untamed sea as she begged and begged for more pleasure, more passion, and the final unknowable moment of orgasm.
"YOU GODDAMNED BITCH!"
The shouted words lashed at her like a flashing whip and her eyes opened wide as her body came down heavily on Frederick's wetly glistening cock. Her insanely racing mind tried to comprehend what was happening, but all she could tell was that the lights of the room were on, blinding her with their brilliance.
"OH MY GOD, YOU FILTHY WHORE!" The words spewed out of Jim's mouth with a vehemence he had never known. His eyes were filled with tears of rage, and he could think of nothing but the disgusting sight of his young wife's upturned naked ass, her whole body impaled on the rigidly massive cock that was buried deeply within her belly. He felt betrayed. All those months of marriage, trying patiently to get her to understand and share his love of sex-those months were all a fraud! She was a whore! A dirty rotten slut who feigned innocence with him only to turn into a raging nymphomaniac when his back was turned. How could he have ever loved her?
Jim started to move toward the obscenely coupled pair on the floor when he was stopped by a brutally painful fist on his arm.
"Jim!" Anthony commanded. "Don't do anything you'll regret later. It isn't worth it! No woman is!"
The dreadfully unhappy young husband stood there, rooted to the spot, low growls of rage building up in his stomach and flowing out of his angrily contorted lips. How could you? he asked her over and over again silently. How could you?
Debbie was still struggling to get off Frederick but he held her tightly, his arms locked around her slim waist. Desperately she tried to turn her head to face Jim. "Jim! Please, let me explain!" she begged, unable to see him because of her long dark hair that fell in front of her wild eyes. "You don't understand, honey...."
"You'll have to punish her, I'm afraid," Anthony was saying in a soothing voice to the outraged Jim. "She shouldn't have let this happen!"
"Punish her?" Jim asked. The word was strangely exciting to him and for a moment he thought that Anthony was telling him to beat his helplessly skewered young wife. His fists clenched until the knuckles were white and drained of blood. He could see Debbie struggling to get off the man but it puzzled him why the man was looking up at him with such a strange smile.
"Yes! Punish her!" Anthony replied, his own voice becoming excited at the prospect of further degrading both of them. "You're a real man, aren't you? What are you waiting for? Make her pay for what she's done!"
Jim raised his clenched fist and started toward the couple on the floor, but Anthony held him back.
"Not that way! Make her suffer more than that!" The heavy-set older man's face was lighted up with obscene delight and he smiled crookedly. Then, his eyes lit on the tiny puckered little rectal opening between her writhing hips and he knew what the punishment must be. "Fuck her in the ass, Jim! Show her what a real man does to a two-timing whore!"
"B-But...." Jim started to protest, horrified by what Anthony was suggesting. "I-I couldn't do that!"
"You've got to," Anthony urged, his breathing becoming more heavy. "Fuck her in the ass while she still has that cock in her cunt!" He laughed gleefully. "Split her in two with your cock, that'll fix her. She deserves it!"
"No!" Debbie cried out, hearing the awful words and still unable to get Frederick to relax his death-grip on her waist. "No, Jim, please don't! Not there!" She wanted to die, to close her eyes and have everything stop suddenly.
Jim was more angry than he had ever been in his life and the suggestions of the older man rang on receptive ears. Why not? he thought bitterly, she deserves to be treated like a fucking whore! He unzipped his jeans and kicked them aside, a strange sadistic smile on his face. His sweatshirt was tossed aside, as were his sandals. Then, Debbie's cries of protest still ringing in his ears, he walked over to her nakedly struggling body and knelt down behind her.
"All right, butch," he said savagely. "Start fucking again, and by God, I want to see the same kind of action I saw before!"
"No, Jim, no!" she pleaded to his deaf ears. Jim had become depraved, but not so depraved that he would fuck her back there. God, no! She'd suck him, let him fuck her, anything-but not back there!
Frederick suddenly began to force her up and down on his huge, still throbbing cock, guiding her body easily, a willing partner in her forthcoming anal rape. She clenched her thighs tightly together, but through her frightened panic she could feel Jim's hard fingers digging into and spreading the cheeks of her quivering buttocks wide apart. She was using all her muscles to resist his hands, but it was no use. His thumbs had cruelly spread the two orbs apart until she could almost cry out with pain as he sought the reddish puckered little hole.
"Are you ready, bitch?"
Wanting to prepare the hairless virginal opening for his penis, he pushed the tip of one finger against the softened opening, Debbie clenched her ass-cheeks together, puckering the little elastic ring in a futile effort to stop the ungodly impalement that was coming ever so close. He prodded cruelly, running the finger around the ruffled, dark ring, then gently sank it into the tiny defenseless opening until his first knuckle disappeared. Debbie jerked forward and cried out in pain, but was unable to move because of Frederick's powerful arms encircling her waist. Concentrating on the pain, she suddenly realized that it wasn't as sharp as she had anticipated, and she unwittingly relaxed her sphincter and felt the finger slip quickly and easily all the way into her rectal passage. Now it began to snake around in the warm buttery channel and Jim could feel actually Frederick's huge cock through the thin membrane that separated the passages. This time it hurt and she moaned in pain, trying to wriggle free of the brutally probing digit.
"Stop, oh God, Jim, stop, please!" she begged helplessly. Then, as quickly as the finger had plunged into her rectum, it suddenly withdrew, and Debbie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't let her move," Jim called out to Frederick as he suddenly lodged the massive purplish tip of his steaming cock in the little crevice between her nakedly upthrust ass-cheeks.
The petrified young brunette began sobbing loudly as she felt the thick, blood-filled head force the weakened muscle of her sphincter apart and slip quickly more than an inch up into her painfully contracting channel.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Debbie shuddered, overcome with pain and humiliation. The blunt instrument of his massive penis shuddered through every straining nerve of her nakedly jerking torso, stretching the soft, pliable flesh of her rectal passage with racking torrents of pain. Her eyes overflowed with tears as she moaned in total submission, knowing that she had no choice-then she felt it, the curling black hairs of his groin bristling against her buttocks. He had sunk his cock all the way to the hilt!
"AAAAAAGGGGGGUUUUUUHHHHHH!" she wailed, skewered like an animal between the two huge male shafts that filled her vagina and rectum, humiliating her beyond anything she thought possible.
She heard Anthony urging Jim on as he slowly and sadistically built a slow rhythm in and out of the tortured confines of her anus. His lust-thickened instrument was rasping along the rubbery inner walls of her anal channel, pulling them outward, in a little pink ring when he withdrew, and pushing them viciously inward as he lunged forward again to bury his hotly throbbing hardness up in her belly.
"UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" the young wife grunted in pain as the two impaling shafts synchronized their thrusts. She felt as if she would split apart from the awful stretching of her tiny orifices and she jerked frantically, trembling as the pummeling rods of fire tempered flesh slid in and out of her twin channels. Gradually, feeling no hope, her resistance faded and her relaxation seemed to make the pain more bearable. Suddenly, she felt Jim rear back and then thrust cruelly all the way into her. She knew that he was nearing his climax and for her the end would come none to soon. She had to end this obscene rape before she lost her mind.
Slowly, then methodically, she began to rock back and forth with the obscene rhythm of the two men, rotating her hips and clasping her anal muscles tightly over the retreating head of the painfully engorged cock.
"She's fucking back," Anthony said in a lust-hoarsened voice. "She wants it! Fuck her harder!"
The sex-crazed young husband could feel Debbie responding to his powerful thrusts up into her tightly puckering rectum, and he increased his tempo. He wanted to inflict this one final indignity before he was finished. To have her moan with pleasure from the obscene assault-to make her admit finally that he was capable of arousing her. She was loving it, he thought as he watched the sensuous undulations of her smoothly rounded white buttocks and the wetted hollows of her back as she ground eagerly back against him, deliberately tightening her anal muscles and milking the juices of her sperm toward the end of his wildly throbbing penis.
A strange and exciting feeling had replaced the earlier pain that Debbie felt from the double rape of her vagina and rectum. Gradually, she began to savor the brutal lunges of the twin male organs as they stretched her almost virginal holes. Before she was rationally aware of it, she was lewdly urging them on as the warm pleasure-filled sensations built. A strange masochistic joy pervaded and controlled the whole of her shamelessly aroused body. Her hips ground backwards to meet every sodomizing thrust of Jim's long pistoning penis and then downwards to suck in the whole of Frederick's thickened cock fucking relentlessly up into her steaming pussy. Her whole body bucked and twisted, mewling snorts of passion from her open mouth as her buttocks madly gyrated round and round in tiny abandoned circles before their dual assault.
"Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh," she chanted on and on, and her breath came in wilder and wilder gasps in time to their skewering strokes into her cunt and rectum. Faster and faster they fucked, buffeting her between them like some stringless puppet, the desperate sounds of their groans merging together in a mad symphony of uncontrolled sexual abandonment.
And then she screamed.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhgggg!" and then another instantaneously. " AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH! Oh God, fuck harder ... fuck harder!"
She was out of her mind with desire now, her tongue swirling wildly around her lips, her mouth open and grunting out the orgasms that felt as if they would never stop. Jim and Frederick both knew that the white-hot male sperm from their cum-filled balls was racing up to explode within Debbie and they both lunged forward at the same time, embedding their wildly spewing sperm deep up into the soft, secret confines of her convulsing young belly.
"OOOOOHHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHHH!" she moaned again and again as she felt the hot, thick liquid filling her body until in her erotic agony she could swear it was flowing up and out the erected nipples of her inflated breasts.
There was one last earth shattering groan rolling from her trembling lips and then she simply passed out from the intense pleasure that had become too great to bear....
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You sure as hell had a good time with that new kid last night," Jim Hollis said lazily, smiling down at his beautiful young wife's naked body as she lay next to him on the soft bed. He was propped up on one elbow, his free hand teasingly massaging her flaring hip.
A look of mock-innocence crossed Debbie's features and she laughed coyly.
"You mean Patrick?" she said with a soft chuckle. "I can assure you that it was entirely professional on my part!"
Debbie stretched out her long voluptuous body under the satiny sheet and yawned luxuriously, acutely aware of the tingling sensations that were coursing through her hip from the gentle ministrations of her husband's hand.
"And besides," she continued, "I didn't think you'd noticed, you were so wrapped up in that little oriental chick! Is it really true what they say about orientals?"
Jim burst out laughing at her obscene question and the way she was trying to keep her face serious as she spoke. His massive cock still ached pleasantly from the oriental girl's tiny pussy and the uncanny way she had used her pelvic muscles to milk his penis.
"No, she's got the same equipment as everyone else," he replied. "She just uses hers a little differently!"
The happy young husband felt great. It seemed as if everything was falling exactly into place for him and his wife, from their ecstatic new relationship to the jobs they had held for the past three months as senior counselors at the Institute for Sexual Freedom. No longer did they have to live in the cramped and cheaply furnished student quarters. Now they had one huge wing of the mansion to themselves, with newer resident members to wait on them hand and foot. Their bank account had swelled considerably, and Anthony promised that Jim would soon be in charge of the Los Angeles operation.
"Just don't forget that I get first priority when you're off duty!" Debbie's voice was low and sultry and she snuggled her naked body against her handsome young husband's. Her breathing became faster as she felt the hard throbbing male organ press into her heated flesh.
"Baby, that sounds like a proposition," Jim replied, wrapping his long arms around her lushly rounded body and massaging her smooth white buttocks. His lust-engorged penis pulsated lewdly, sending a warm delicious sensation down through his loins. "You wouldn't be in the mood for a private consultation, would you?"
The young brunette pressed her lips against Jim's, her tongue snaking out and quickly darting between his teeth, searching for his. She could feel his fingers pulling her trembling ass-cheeks apart and his thumb lewdly probing the tiny puckered anal opening.
Just then the telephone rang loudly.
Jim groaned as he rolled over on his side and picked up the phone receiver. Goddamn it, he thought angrily, don't I ever get a minute's peace! Then he smiled as Debbie pulled away the sheet and wormed her body around until her lovely head was poised just over his hotly throbbing penis. His eyes widened as she ovaled her crimson lips, bent lower, and sucked in the warm flesh hungrily.
"H-Hello," he gasped into the receiver as he felt her moistly heated soft mouth close over his male staff.
"Jim? Listen carefully!" It took a moment for Jim to realize that the voice on the other end belonged to Anthony. He seemed to be excited and he talked quickly. "Jim, I've been arrested for parole violation, and I want you to get me a lawyer!" Anthony paused, waiting for Jim to reply. "Jim? Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here," Jim said. His heart beat faster and he reached down to caress the tousled-haired head that hunched up and down on his fiery cock.
"It looks pretty bad and I'll probably go back to the joint for a couple of years," Anthony went on in a strained voice. "I want you to run things for me until I get out. You're the only one I can really trust!"
The incredulous young husband could hardly believe his ears, and he felt a new surge of excitement race through him as he suddenly had visions of himself as Anthony's successor. To be in absolute control of the Institute for Sexual Freedom was something that he had never even contemplated! To have all the money he could ever use! Jim swallowed hard before he answered.
"I guess I can handle it," he said in a smooth voice. "If the price is right, that is!"
"We'll work it out," Anthony assured him. "You just get hot and find me an attorney."
Jim replaced the phone receiver in the cradle and looked down at Debbie. Her luscious lips were stretched around his massive cock as her head bobbed up and down the heatedly glistening shaft. How different she is today from three months ago, he thought to himself. Then, as he felt the first signals from his swollen testicles that the white-hot sperm would soon be spewing into her soft warm mouth, he realized that it was through her former frigidity that they had found the Institute. If she had been a normal young wife they would still be in college, trying to exist on his meager allotment check.
He groaned loudly and thrust his long thick penis deeper into her sensuous mouth that was still sucking greedily on his wildly jerking hardness.
"Jimmy boy, he told himself smugly, you're some kind of stud!
And then he didn't bother to think about anything any longer-he just lay flat on his back and enjoyed.
