"Well, my-oh-my! Do you ever look like one happy young lady!"
Marjorie stopped walking and stared at the figure that stood before her on the sidewalk. The man appeared to be about forty-five years old. His strong jaw and broad cheekbones had a Germanic appearance, and with his thick mane of silver gray hair he could easily have looked like one of the many distinguished businessmen who inhabited the downtown sector. But the man's clothes were ruffled and unwashed; there was a sallow, yellowish coloring to his skin, and even in the pale light she could see deep circles under his eyes. No, Marjorie thought, the man wasn't a lawyer or businessman or executive. He was an impoverished transient, and there were even more of them in the downtown sector than she could count.
"Well?" the man reiterated. "You certainly do look happy!"
An involuntary blush coursed through Marjorie's soft white cheeks, making her eyes widen and her lips purse into a girlish frown. For a moment she considered turning around and running back down the sidewalk as fast as she could. It wasn't safe in the big city after dark, she reminded herself. This wasn't back home anymore; she couldn't remember all the warnings her parents had given her when she'd left Renston two months ago. The big city was dangerous; the big city was full of thieves and prowlers, degenerates of the very worst kind. This man standing in front of her ... he might be a rapist, Marjorie thought fearfully, in spite of his smile.
Then Marjorie's natural country girl sense of optimism and exuberance got the better of her. Without really intending to she giggled and shook her head quickly back and forth to clear her long blonde hair out of her eyes. Her pretty blue eyes glimmered with happiness; her moist full lips broke into a broad, innocent grin. This man wasn't a rapist, she thought; he was just a good judge of character.
"You're smiling," the man said quietly.
"I most certainly am!" Marjorie exclaimed giddily. Suddenly she felt so overjoyed that she almost wanted to kiss him. He was right, she thought, he was right about everything; this was one of the happiest days of her life! Marjorie flashed the man another happy smile and walked past him down the sidewalk, swinging her purse loosely at her side. "Have a good day," she called back to him.
"Well, you didn't tell me," the man said. "What are you so happy about?"
Marjorie swivelled her head and looked back at him. The man was walking directly beside her, as close as if the two of them had known each other all their lives. Another tremor of fear coursed through her expression. Maybe she really should run away. But instead she only giggled and looked at him affectionately.
'Tell me," Marjorie said. "Do you always strike up conversations with strangers like this?" " "Once in awhile," the man replied. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "If they look happy. I guess you just look happy, like I said."
"Well, I am!" Marjorie exclaimed. Suddenly her sense of girlish exuberance seemed to fill her bosom completely; she almost had to restrain herself from shouting.
The man laughed. "Yes, I guessed that. Now what are you so happy about?"
"I just got my first job," Marjorie replied triumphantly.
"You don't say!" the man exclaimed. He widened his eyes in mock surprise and took a step backwards. Then he kept up with her pace down the sidewalk and looked at her curiously. "What kind of job?"
"I'll have you know that you are looking at the new personal secretary for Walter M. Jackson."
"Who's Walter M. Jackson?"
Marjorie giggled. She could just see herself at her job interview earlier that afternoon, walking into the plush skyscraper office and asking Mr. Jackson exactly who he was anyhow. The image appealed to her; already she felt herself beginning to like this stranger very much.
"Walter Jackson," Marjorie replied seriously, "only happens to be one of- the most important manufacturing executives downtown. He's been here for simply ages! I thought everyone had heard of him by now."
"Not me," the man shrugged. "All I know is what I read in the papers. Is it really that good a job?"
"The very best job in the world!" Marjorie cried giddily. She tossed her purse into the air and stood on her tiptoes to catch it, making her demure skirt flutter around her long tapering legs.
"The very best, huh?" the man persisted. "And you mean to tell me you got the very best job in the whole world on your very first try?"
"Are you kidding?" Marjorie answered. She sighed and shook her head, as if she already expected the man to know everything about her. "My very first try? Why, I've been trying every single day for two months now! It's just a good thing I got lucky when I did, too. I'm practically all out of money! If I'd had to wait another week I just know I would've run out. Then I would have had to go all the way back home where I came from."
"Don't tell me I'm talking to a bonafide country girl?" the man asked humorously.
"I guess you are," Marjorie answered seriously. "I mean, I don't know if you could call me out and put country. But Renston's-well, there'll only a couple of thousand people in Renston, and I guess that's pretty small."
"This must be quite a switch for you," the man commented.
"You are definitely not kidding!" Marjorie replied emphatically. "I swear, sometimes I think they do everything different here, including brushing their teeth and going to the toilet. I don't mind telling you, sometimes I've been real lonely for a normal human being I felt I could just talk to."
"Coming here must have been a pretty big thing for you, then."
Marjorie decided to say nothing in response; and for several seconds the two of them continued walking down the desolate downtown sidewalk in silence. As they did so Marjorie could feel her skin goosebumping and her breath quickening; her mind seemed to reel in an incredible flurry of emotions. It was apretty big thing, she thought meaningfully; it was just about the biggest thing she'd ever done. The prospect of coming all alone to the big city to make a career as a secretary had frightened her more than just about anything else she could remember: The only reason she'd done it at all was that she couldn't imagine staying in Renston for the rest of her life. Her parents had raised her to believe that she could make something of herself; now that she was eighteen she wanted to show them the meaning of their teachings, no matter how much it hurt her personally.
"I didn't mean to depress you," the man said quietly.
"Oh, that's okay," Marjorie replied. She turned her head towards him and smiled forgivingly. "It's not your fault, and it didn't depress me. It just made me think, that's all." Marjorie sighed heavily and returned her gaze to the sidewalk. "You're right, though. It really has been a big thing."
"City must seem pretty strange, huh?"
"It certainly does!"
"Especially to a pretty young girl like you."
Marjorie gasped and swiveled her hair towards the man in surprise. But he was smiling innocently back at her, and after a moment she only blushed with the compliment and returned her eyes to the street ahead of them.
"You really shouldn't say such things to someone you hardly know," she murmured primly.
"Well, you are!" the man chuckled.
Marjorie smiled and demurely averted her eyes. It was true of course, she thought. There were many, many more young women in the big city than back home, and most of them were considerably more attractive than the women in Renston. But even by big city standards Marjorie knew she was still one of the prettiest girls in town. Her hair was long and thick and blonde, falling in gentle waves to the middle of her back; her face, with its wide blue eyes, soft cheeks and ripe, full lips, had all the innocence and beauty that men spent their nights dreaming of. She had flowered into womanhood as soon as she had reached puberty, and she had lost none of her beauty since. It was only a fortunate thing, she reminded herself, that her parents had taught her to put her appearance in perspective. She had never been stuck up like other pretty girls. Beauty was only a gift like any other; it just meant that she'd be more desirable to the opposite sex. It had its advantages and disadvantages, like any other gift.
And one of its disadvantages was showing right now. Marjorie flushed slightly and quickly buttoned the top button of her blouse, trying to move her hands surreptitiously so the man wouldn't notice. Then she stared back at the sidewalk and sighed heavily, shaking her head with a bemused resignation. Her body. That was one of the biggest disadvantages in the world! It was one thing to have a pretty face; it was another thing all together to have the figure to go with it. On one hand her frame was light and nubile and willowy, with slender arms and waist and the sort of long, tapering legs and pert buttocks that usually graced the pages of fashion magazines. On the other hand her breasts were exceptionally large and firm, so well endowed that it was virtually impossible to conceal the size of her bosom in even the most modest of clothing. It was a deadly combination, just as her mother taught her, and since her brassiere size had started increasing she had had to deal with mashers of all shapes, sizes and colors. The worst part was that Marjorie knew she had no real use for a voluptuous figure like hers. She wasn't a tramp like a lot of the other girls running around Renston. She had sexual desires, it was true, but she wasn't about to let them be expressed until she met the man who would be her husband. And he certainly wouldn't be interested in her for the size of her breasts or the shape of her rear end! Marjorie giggled and shook her head again, concluding the interior monologue with the same philosophical humor with which her parents had taught her to view everything. Oh, well, she thought; it was just one of those things....
"Say, what's your name, anyhow?" the man asked.
"Marjorie. What's yours?"
"I'm Henry," the man replied. He stopped walking abruptly and turned to face her. Suddenly his expression was hesitant and almost shy.
"I don't know if I ought to say this," Henry muttered. He averted his eyes and made a small production of scratching the stubble around his chin, obviously wanting to pause before continuing. "But... like... I don't know, I just have the feeling that it'd be nice if we got to know each other better."
"You mean as friends?" Marjorie asked cautiously.
"Yeah, of course, as friends," Henry said. He chuckled and managed a weak smile. "I mean ... well to tell you the truth I'm just a bum, you know. No job and not much to look forward to and... well ... the city's kind of lonely for me too." Henry shrugged and tried to laugh. "I guess that's why I struck up the conversation with you."
"I was kind of wondering," Marjorie said humorously.
"Well, anyhow, so this is where I live," Henry continued. He turned and gestured towards an utterly dark alley way jutting off the sidewalk to their right. "In there, and I was wondering... you know ... if maybe you'd like to have a cup of coffee with me or something."
Marjorie squinted her eyes and tried to look into the alleyway. But it was almost impossible. At the side of one of the buildings she could make out a couple of garbage cans resting within a foot of the sidewalk, but that was all. Marjorie widened her eyes and looked back at Henry almost incredulously.
"You live in there'?' she asked.
"Well, it's not much of a life, like I said," Henry muttered. He shuffled his feet and kicked at a crack in the sidewalk with his toe. He had the boots of a paratrooper, Marjorie noticed; they looked like they were twenty years old. "I've just got a walk-up in the back of there," Henry said, gesturing into the alley. "Just a room and a hot plate and a closet for a bathroom. I mean, it's not much but it's liveable, at least by my standards." Henry paused and kicked again at the sidewalk crack. "We can't all be pretty girls like you, you know, with our whole lives ahead of us," he added in a soft voice.
"Oh," Marjorie murmured. She blushed with embarrassment for Henry's wasted life and stared at the sidewalk. Then she raised her eyes and tried to look at him humorously. "Now, you're sure this is just as friends, right Henry?"
Henry laughed and shook his head. "Oh my God, I must be twice your age. Of course it's just as friends! Jeez, what did you think...."
"Never mind." Marjorie giggled and nodded her head. Then she giggled again and motioned towards the alleyway. "All right, Henry, we'll be friends! Just lead the way!"
Henry looked completely overjoyed. His eyes widened, and his sallow transient's face burst into a broad smile, then he turned and walked into the dark alley entrance. "Okay!" he said. "Just follow me. And stay close. It's pretty dark."
The interior of the alleyway was more than just 'pretty dark'; it was almost completely opaque, like a void stretching into oblivion. Marjorie squinted her eyes and tried to follow as close behind Henry as possible. For almost fifteen seconds she was unable to see much of anything, only Henry's moving back and a wall of gloom surrounding her at all sides. Then her eyes began to adjust to the light, and she realized just how bad the setting actually was. The two of them were walking through a narrow pathway, cleared amongst an enormous pile of rubble of all descriptions. To either side of her she could see boxes and bins and garbage cans piled high with refuse, throughout which she could hear the scurrying of rats and roaches. At the end of the alley, far off in the distance, she could see a wan electric light glowing, and she guessed it to be the walk-up Henry had referred to.
"I can't believe you live in this," Marjorie muttered.
"It's a life," Henry replied.
"Well it certainly isn't much of one!" Marjorie exclaimed. She studied the piles of refuse heaped to either side of her and shook her head, her eyes flashing with girlish indignation. "Honestly, Henry! I must admit that the two of us have hardly met, but it disgusts me that you should have to live like. .. like an animal like this! It's terrible! Doesn't the State give you any money?"
"A little."
"Well they should certainly give you a lot more than this!" Marjorie continued angrily. "Honestly, I may be just a small town girl, but one thing about coming from the country is that we do have a sense of human dignity. It's simply shameful that you should be treated like this, regardless of how dishonorable your past might have been. Something ought to be done about it. A life must be worth more than this. . . ."
Suddenly Henry stopped walking, so quickly that Jarjorie almost bumped into him. For a moment he said nothing; he held his head up and glanced quickly from side to side, like a dog searching for a missing scent. Then he turned around and stood be- fore Marjorie face to face. Immediately she noticed there was something in his expression that she hadn't detected before. His eyes were wild and open, his lips were curled in a strange smile; in the dim light of the alleyway she could see a feverish, transfixed glimmer shining in his gaze.
"Henry, what is it?" Marjorie asked. She narrowed her eyes and studied him curiously. "Why are we stopping?"
"Why do you think?" Henry replied. "We're here."
Marjorie knotted her forehead and studied Henry's expression a moment longer. Then she looked around her. They were standing next to a small clearing in the center of the alley, like a void appearing inexplicably in the middle of an ocean wave. The clearing was dominated by a barren, delapidated mattress. On one side of it there was an open can of dog food with a spoon in it; on the other, there was a pile of dirty old clothes.
"What?!" Marjorie exclaimed confusedly. She stared at the old mattress and looked at Henry disbelievingly. "Henry, what are you talking about? I thought you said you lived in a walk-up, in an apartment."
"I was lying," Henry said calmly. "Actually, I don't really live here at all. I just kind of go from place to place."
"Henry ..."
"I guess I lie about a lot of things," Henry continued easily.
Marjorie widened her eyes and stared at him speechlessly. Then Henry took a step closer to her, and as soon as she felt his hot breath against her skin she knew what she was in for. A deep shudder ran convulsively up her spine, goosebumping her skin and making her muscles freeze in terror. Oh no, Marjorie thought. Her cheeks flushed; her expression contorted in fear. Oh no oh no oh nooo-oo....
"Now let's get one thing straight," Henry said calmly. He stepped even closer to her, so close that she could feel the buttons of his ragged overcoat against the pastel print of her conservative dress. Then he locked his fingers around her wrist and squeezed it so hard that she winced with the pain. "You make one fucking noise-one motherfucking peep, anything at all-and I slit your throat like a goddamn puppy. I mean that, honey. You don't mean a thing to me. Nothing, absolutely nothing at all."
"What are you going to do to me?" Marjorie whispered helplessly.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you?" Henry asked.
"I don't know."
Henry widened his eyes and stared at Marjorie disbelievingly. Then his lips curled into a ruthless smile and he giggled softly under his breath. "Christ," he muttered, "Jesus Christ."
All Marjorie could do was shake her head reflex-ively back and forth and stare. Then Henry moved to begin the rape. Stepping towards her, he raised his free hand and fumbled with the buttons of her dress. The buttons seemed to give him trouble; Henry swore briefly under his breath and simply tore them away, rending a slit in her dress that exposed her milk white flesh down to her navel. Marjorie shuddered and closed her eyes. Henry smiled and reached into the slit, lewdly fondling the enormous globes of her breasts through the lacy white fabric of the brassiere. At the same time his grip around her wrist seemed to grow tighter and tighter by the moment, holding her captive in the terrible unrelenting darkness.
Chapter 2
"Please don't hurt me," Marjorie whimpered softly. She kept her eyes tightly shut and shivered helplessly. Already she could feel the pouting lips of her pussy moistening against the sheer fabric of her panties, and a shameful blush of embarrassment permeated her cheeks as she recognized her own ravenous arousal. "Please, don't hurt me," she repeated. "I promise I'll do anything you say."
"You got nice tits," Henry said. He chuckled and continued to fondle her bosom through the bras- siere, making her mammary glands ache with the pressure of his fingers. "Jesus .. .they're so goddamn big and firm ... best tits I've ever seen." Henry groaned and lifted his hand to the center of her lacy white undergarment. Then with one savage movement he tore the brassiere from her body and let it flutter to the pavement. Instantly the voluptuous orbs of her breasts burst forth like two heavily swaying melons, capped by two silver dollar sized, dusky pink nipples that were already distended stiffly with her salacious desire. Henry groaned more loudly and stared at her exposed tits with widened, lustful eyes. Then he wrapped both his arms tightly around her slender back and thrust his head into her jiggling cleavage. Marjorie felt his lips touch the milk white skin of her bosom; Henry took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked it extremely hard, tugging and licking at the sensitive pink flesh as if he expected to draw milk.
"Unhhhhhh," Marjorie groaned. Her throat thickened, and her face contorted in an expression of agonized fear and excitement. "Please don't do that," she whimpered. She lifted her hand and gently placed it against Henry's gray hair, afraid to do anything else to discourage him. "Please don't do that ... can't you just get it over with ... if you have to."
"Shut up," Henry muttered. But his words lacked any real ferocity; he was obviously much too horny now to be angry about anything. Without removing his sucking lips from her erected nipple he pushed his hand under her dress and gently slid it over her slender shoulders. Then he pushed it down her back around her long tapering legs, leaving her naked except for her sheer bikini panties. "Step out of it," he demanded. "And kick off those heels."
"Oh God," Marjorie whimpered. She hesitated and bit her lip. Then she stepped out of her conservative dress and quickly kicked off her three inch heels, wincing as she realized she was scuffing them on the hard concrete floor of the alley.
"Oh shit," Henry muttered. He withdrew from his embrace and took a step backwards. For several seconds he simply ogled her mouth watering nakedness, staring with unconcealed lust at her long, ivory smooth legs, the suppleness of her slender waist and the incredible swell of her bared bosom. "I really know how to pick 'em," he muttered, speaking to himself as if Marjorie wasn't there at all. "Oh yeah yeah yeah I really do."
"Please don't do this to me," Marjorie mewled softly. She knew it was probably a bad idea to beg for her chastity-Henry might be angered, and then he would really hurt her-but she was too frightened to stop herself. "I'm not really very . .. sexually experienced. I mean I've only done it a couple of times and. .. it was never anything like this.' Oh please, can't you just do it to someone else?"
"I told you to shut your mouth," Henry said drily. He snapped his fingers and gestured towards the mattress. "Okay. Now take off those panties and lie down there like a good girl."
"Oh no ..."
"You do what I fucking tell you to do," Henry hissed menacingly. "Remember what I told you."
Marjorie whimpered and closed her eyes briefly in an effort to control herself. Her eyes were moist with tears, and she could feel herself blushing crimson at the idea of being so nakedly exposed to a stranger. Finally she lifted her hands and gently insinuated her fingers under the hem of her bikini panties. Then she slowly slid them down the long taper of her milk white thighs, stepping out of them and leaving herself as naked as the day she was born.
"Oh my God!" Henry exclaimed loudly.
It took Marjorie a moment to figure out why her assailant was so suddenly excited. Then she realized that he was staring at her pussy, and the blush in her cheeks became that much more shameful. Her pubic vee was soft and fleecy brown, running in a luxurious river of hair into the juncture of her thighs to delicately fringe her labia. The pouting slit of her vagina was exceptionally small and pink. Marjorie had not had much sexual experience at the age of eighteen, but what little she had, had taught her that she had an exquisitely tight cuntal orifice.
That was what he was looking at, she realized. He was looking at her tight pussy and thinking how good it would feel to fuck her. Marjorie whimpered helplessly and bit her lower lip. This was humiliating, she thought; this was the most humiliating moment of her life.
"Okay, I'm not gonna wait anymore," Henry muttered. As he continued to stare at the pouting lips of her moist pussy his eyes glinted feverishly, and he no longer looked quite sane. "Get on the mattress and spread your legs."
Marjorie shuddered and grimaced with embarrassment. Then she walked gingerly to the mattress and sat down on it. Beneath the plump cheeks of her peach shaped buttocks the mattress felt old and dirty, as if it was infested with bugs and rodents. Marjorie shivered and squirmed to its center.
"Spread your legs," Henry muttered insistently. "Come on goddamn it, spread 'em wide apart!"
Marjorie moaned and closed her eyes. Then she splayed her milk white thighs as far apart as they would go, nakedly displaying the hair fringed fissure of her cuntal orifice.
"Oh God," Henry sighed.
The sight of Marjorie's delectable pussy seemed to unnerve the rapist completely. For several seconds he simply stared at her, widening his eyes in unabashed lust. Then he quickly began to remove his clothes. He unbuttoned the overcoat and let it fall to the ground behind him. Beneath it he was wearing only a ragged T-shirt and a pair of old slacks; for the first time Marjorie saw the enormous bulge of his throbbing erection, and her throat thickened with involuntary desire. Henry unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them. Then he was naked from the waist down, from the bottom of his T-shirt to the tops of his heavy paratrooper's boots.
"Oh God," Marjorie breathed softly. She widened her eyes and stared speechlessly at the shaft of Henry's enormous member. It was easily the biggest prick she had ever seen, almost nine inches long and just as thick. The long, bloated shaft was completely engorged with blood, swollen to rock hard stiffness. Even in the dim light she could see the welter of blue veins standing out luridly along the underside of his dick, the way his spongy, purplish cock head bobbed and twitched obscenely next to his navel. A deep shudder of ravenous passion coursed through Marjorie's loins, making her nipples stiffen and the hair fringed lips of her pussy moisten wetly with the flow of her womanly juices. This was turning her on. It was shameful, but it was. His cock was so big and thick, and it looked so incredibly hard... she just couldn't help it.
"Lie on your back," Henry murmured hoarsely. He held the shaft of his meaty erection tightly in his fist, making its blue-veined stiffness throb wickedly in his hand. "And spread your legs a little farther."
Marjorie quickly did as she was told, and Henry stepped onto the mattress. For several seconds he just stared at her, lustfully studying the full globes of her breasts, the lush mound of her pubic vee and the way her ivory smooth skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the alley. Then he knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs, positioning herself so that the shaft of his throbbing prick twitched directly before her hair fringed fissure. Leaning forward, he planted his hands into the mattress to either side of her shoulders for support and hovered over her, so close that the fabric of his T-shirt touched her rosy-pink nipples. Marjorie groaned and flushed more deeply. Henry slowly bent his arms, nestling the weight of his torso into her curvaceous nakedness until he was relaxed completely on top of her. His hips wriggled between her splayed thighs; he contracted the cheeks of his buttocks, and suddenly Marjorie felt the swollen head of his mushroom shaped crown enter the pouting lips of her moist vagina.
"Ohhhh," Marjorie whimpered. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to restrain the raging heat that coursed through her hair fringed fissure. "Oh God," she moaned, repeating the phrase incessantly. "Oh God oh God oh God ..."
"That's right honey, that's right," Henry muttered wickedly. "You just lie there and take it." He squirmed between her thighs and arched his back, impaling another inch of his hardened penis into the clasping lips of her pussy. Then he contracted his muscular buttocks and slowly drove his hips into her body, sliding inch after inch of his blood engorged member into her cunt. As he did so his breathing quickened and his expression contorted with depraved lust, as if he could barely stand the exquisitely clinging warmth of her vagina. "Oh Christ," he muttered. "Your cunt... oh God is it tight ... so fucking tight ... unnngggghhhhhh!" Henry murmured and adjusted the position of his hips. Then he began to drive his swollen stiffness into her pussy much harder, filling her pouting labia to the point of bursting with the meaty thickness of his throbbing dick.
"Awwwwwwnhhhhhhh," Marjorie mewled hotly. Her cheeks flushed pink with her wanton arousal, and she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. She no longer felt afraid or disgusted or abused; instead she felt extreme excitement, and the knowledge of her own growing horniness humilated her more than anything else. She could feel Henry's prick inside her now, its blue veined thickness chafing against her distended clitoris and stretching the walls of her labia to the bursting point, and it felt incredibly good; his organ was bi'g- ger and thicker than anything she had ever imagined. Marjorie mewled more loudly and unconsciously arched her back, lasciviously thrusting her gurgling slit into the stabbing impalement of his erection. Then she closed her eyes tight and bit her lower lip, forcing herself to remain silent. No, she thought resolutely, she couldn't show him, couldn't show him how good it felt If she did that she would be nothing more than a common whore.
"Unggghhhhh . .. unggggghhhh ... unhhhhh-hhhkr He gasped and fell heavily into Marjorie's supine torso, wetly inserting the last several inches of his bloated organ into the fleshy lips of her cunt. For a second he simply lay between her thighs without moving a muscle, savoring the incredible tightness of her pussy as her vaginal sheath warmly encased the thickness of his member. In the dim light Marjorie could see his depraved expression, his thin lips curled into a smile of pure lust. Henry groaned and slowly, achingly withdrew the length of his blood engorged prick until only the spongy head parted her pouting labia. With one heavy thrust he drove it back in again. Then he quickly began to pound his buttocks into her loins in an animalistic frenzy of lust, fucking her cunt with faster and faster strokes of his throbbing erection.
"Do you like that, honey?" Henry murmured. He smiled wickedly and studied Marjorie's expression, at the same time delivering a particularly violent thrust of his engorged member into her pussy. "I'll bet that feels real good, doesn't it? Rape isn't so bad ... I'll bet you're really digging this a lot. You just love the way I fuck you, don't you sweetheart? Don't you?"
"Unhhhhhhhhh," Marjorie whimpered. She gasped and began to sway her-head instinctively back and forth on the mattress, making the long blonde tresses of her hair muss over her eyes. The force of her gutteral desires were becoming less and less easy to control. With every thrust of Henry's tumescent cock she could feel her clitoris pulsing with her genital heat, the lips of her labia contracting feverishly around the turgid stiffness of his member. It felt so good, she thought vaguely... his big hard dick, driving into her pussy, fucking her again and again ... it felt better than anything she'd imagined in her life. Marjorie grimaced, squinting her eyes and drawing her ripe lips back to expose her pearly white teeth. She knew she had to restrain herself, but by now it was almost impossible, desperately wanting to respond to the tempo of Henry's fucking, to wrap her long tapering legs around his back and drive her jiggling buttocks off the mattress, meeting every satisfying stroke of his rampant erection. Her whole body felt as if it would explode.
"What's the matter honey, don't you like the way I fuck you?" Henry chuckled sadistically. He grin- ned and studied Marjorie's expression, obviously aware of the schism between her conscience and her loins. Then he suddenly intensified the rhythm of his fucking dramatically. His powerful hips bucked between her nakedly splayed thighs, pounding the greased length of his swollen organ frantically into her gurgling cuntal fissure; he fucked her harder and harder, so violently that the mattress creaked obscenely beneath them. "Maybe... unh... maybe you'll dig it a little better if I fuck you harder! You like that, honey? Nnnnnngggghhhh,. .. I'll bet you like that now, don't you? I'll bet you just love to get fucked good and hard!"
"Awwwwwngggghhhhh," Marjorie moaned throatily. For a moment longer she bit her lip and held her body motionless, doing everything she could to restrain the ravenous heat that coursed through her loins. Then the force of her wanton arousal became more than she could stand. Marjorie whimpered lasciviously and gently began to buck her girlishly small buttocks off the mattress, thrusting her pubic mound eagerly into the spearing stiffness of Henry's member. Immediately she felt her arousal intensifying, her loins churning and aching with the indescribable sensations of copulation. Marjorie groaned and began to buck her hips off the mattress that much harder. Then it was as if a string had snapped inside her brain, and she was no longer capable of re straining anything. "Unhhhhhhh!" Marjorie mewled hotly. A deep groan escaped her lips, flaring her nostrils and flushing her cheeks with horniness. She lifted her legs and twined them almost shyly around Henry's back. Then she clasped her milk white thighs around his waist as tightly as she could, furiously driving her buttocks off the mattress to meet every satisfying stroke of his throbbing erection.
"I thought you liked that," Henry muttered cruelly. He chuckled and stared down at her agonized expression, obviously relishing the control he had over her body. Inside her ravaged pussy, the length of his cock throbbed and pulsed with every beat of his heart, as if it had a life of its own. "Tell me how much you like it," Henry commanded. He withdrew the length of his swollen member until only the first several inches parted the fleshy lips of her vagina. Then he changed the rhythm of his fucking dramatically, making it slower and more violent, hammering his massive organ into her lush pubic mound in steady, vicious strokes. "Say 'fuck me', honey. Go ahead; you know you want to. Say it, sweetheart. Tell me ... unh ... tell me how much you like it when I fuck you!"
"Fuck me," Marjorie moaned throatily. The shameless obscenity burbled uncontrollably out of her lips, as if all connection between her conscience and her voice had been severed. She couldn't help it.
His cock was so big and hard and stiff, and it felt so good; she knew she was just about to cum. "Fuck me," Marjorie repeated. She whimpered and tightened the grip of her ivory smooth thighs aroundhisbuckinghips."Unhhhhhhhhh!.. .ohyes ... oh God ... harder! Unggghhhhhh ... ohhhhh-hh God... that's right... fuck me harder... I can feel it... nnnnnngggghhhhhh ... I'm gonna cum ... harder ... fuck me as hard as you can...."
A feverish glimmer appeared in Henry's eyes, and his lips curled in a strangely sadistic smile. "You're just a little whore, aren't you honey?" he muttered. Henry groaned and let his head fall into the jiggling globes of Marjorie's bosom. Then he clasped his lips around her turgid nipple and eagerly sucked the distended pink bud of her breast even as he continued to ream out her cunt with the blue veined stiffness of his bloated organ. "I'll bet... nn-nngggghhhh ... bet you like that too, don't you honey? Unhhhh . .. I'll bet you just love it!"
"Awwwwwgggghhhhhh!" Marjorie whimpered. She moaned and dug her fingers hotly into the back of Henry's neck, salaciously pulling his mouth further into the resilient flesh of her breast. As he sucked her tit she could feel the heat raging even more intensely through her loins, as if his sucking had drawn a sensual line between her aching nipple and the pouting lips of her moist pussy. Then Marjorie. felt the first tightening in her lower back, and she knew she was about to cum.
"Fuck me Henry, fuck me harder!" she hissed salaeiously. Groaning and grunting, she threw up her long tapering legs until her knees nearly touched his neck. Then she pounded her buttocks off the mattress in a shamelessly wanton frenzy, eagerly thrusting her gurgling slit into the stabbing impalement of his blood engorged member. "Harder Henry harder! Awwwww God I'm gonna cum! Unggghhhhhh... fuck me, fuck my pussy. Oh God I'm cumming! Awwwwwwwww! Harder! FUCK ME HARDER I'M CUMMING! UNGGG-HHHH! UNGGHHHHH I'M CUUMMMIIIII-NNNNGGGGGG...."
The wrenching spasms of orgasm ravaged Marjorie's eighteen year old body with a tornado like intensity, forcing her expression into an agonized grimace and making the walls of her vagina contract spasmodically around the thrusting shaft of Henry's organ. For a moment she simply poised motionless on the mattress, groaning as the pleasurable sensations repeatedly coursed through her loins. Then, finally, the spasms subsided away. Marjorie whimpered and let her legs fall slowly from Henry's waist. Her girlishly plump cheeks flooded with color; her moist full lips curled into a lurid smile of wanton consummation.
"Unggggghhhh!" Henry grunted. He gasped and fell heavily into her body, burying every inch of his massive erection into the dripping folds of her vagina. For a moment the shaft of his member grew to rock hard stiffness deep inside her body. Then Henry orgasmed as well. The enormous load of his seminal fluid exploded out of his twitching cock, gushing and spurting repeatedly into her ravaged vaginal sheath. There was so much of his sperm that her pussy couldn't hold it. Marjorie could feel the creamy white torrent filling her cunt to repletion, then running luridly out of her vaginal orifice down the milk white flesh of her inner thigh.
"Oh Christ," Henry muttered. He shook his head and winced, savoring the last sensations of cum-ming as the final droplets of sperm dripped out of his erected prick. Then, like a thief leaving the scene of the crime, he began to move as quickly as possible. "See you around!" he exclaimed happily. He pulled his now softening member out of her reeking pussy and immediately reached for his pants. As Marjorie watched him he put on all his clothes, picked up the bundle of clothing to one side of the mattress and rather contemptuously kicked the can of dog food out of sight. Henry paused, scanning the mattress and Marjorie's naked body, as if checking to see if he had forgotten anything. Then he smiled, waved and immediately ran out of the alleyway, vanishing quickly out of sight.
It took Marjorie a moment to realize she was now alone. When she finally did, she expelled a deep breath of air and relaxed slightly on the mattress, as if an enormous weight had been removed from her body. Then she lifted her head and stared blankly at the sky. She did not feel bad. She knew she ought to feel bad, and she was sure that as soon as the impact of the experience caught up with her she would feel incredibly humiliated by her shameless reaction to it. But right now... Marjorie sighed and shook her head. Right now she felt nothing at all. The only thing she was conscious of was a vague aching in her pussy, and the way her whole body felt warm and soothed by the consummation of orgasm. There was no way around it, she had to admit; the fucking had been extremely satisfying.
Chapter 3
"Look," Marjorie said impatiently. She fidgeted on the antiseptic looking operating table and stared at Rick imploringly. "What was your name? ... Rick ... Rick, I absolutely have to get out of here. You don't understand. I have to be at work first thing in the morning! It's my first day and if I'm late he'll fire me. Isn't there anything you can do?"
"Sorry," Rick said. The handsome young hospital attendant shrugged his shoulders and took another sip from his mug of coffee. "I just work here, like I said. If I let you go it'd be my ass up a creek for sure."
"Oh God," Marjorie sighed. She shook her head miserably back and forth and stared at the tiled floor of the waiting room. It was now almost two-thirty in the morning, over four hours since her encounter with Henry. After his departure, one thing had happened rapidly after another. The police had come almost immediately; evidently a neighbor had heard their frenzied groaning in the alleyway, and for once someone had decided to get involved. The police had not been at all undestanding; instead they had been downright abusive, as if it had been her own fault that she had been raped. They'd asked her all sort of insulting questions in the squad car, and after three humiliating hours of fingerprints, questioning and interrogation they'd more or less dumped her off at the city hospital. The city hospital was little better. The doctors and attendant nurses were much too jaded to be at all concerned about her, and in the little time she'd been there she'd already been shuttled from one room to another. Now she was actually tied down! Marjorie looked at the straps holding her on her back on the operating table and curled her lips with disgust. All she'd done was told them casually that she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The first thing the nurse listening had done was to order her tied onto the table. It was as if they'd had so many women try to escape from their clutches that they knew in advance the best way to deal with them. And now she was actually stuck here. Marjorie moaned and stared despairingly at the ceiling, almost unable to believe her sudden string of bad luck. It was wonderful the way they treated rape victims in this city, she thought cynically; they reward you by keeping you under quarantine for two weeks, for observation. She couldn't leave the hospital! She couldn't even move! Evidently it was all the result of some absurd new law the city council has passed a year ago, in response to pressure from a woman's activist group. The new law was obviously hopelessly misguded. Even the doctors agreed that it was important to let a rape victim stay in the hispital two weeks if she wanted to, but a terrible thing to hold her there against her own free will. But the law was the law, and there was nothing she could do about it. They would allow her to call her new employer, Mr. Jackson, in the morning to attempt an explanation, but Marjorie didn't have to remind herself how much good that would do. "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, but I'm going to be a little bit late for work ... like about two weeks!" She could just hear herself saying it. No, Marjorie thought, shaking her head for emphasis. No, there was no doubt about it; he'd dismiss her right on the spot. Then she'd have neither job nor money, and she'd have no choice left but to go back to Renston. And she couldn't let that happen, no matter what. She had to get out of here. Right now it was the only thing on her mind, the experience of the rape had been incredibly terrifying and humiliating for her, but she'd hardly had a chance to think of it. Even more important to her was the necessity of leaving the hospital and keeping the pieces of her life as safely secured together as was possible.
"Look," Marjorie began. She shook her long blonde hair out of her eyes and stared down her white hospital smock at the hospital attendant's face. "I wish ... I just wish there was some way I could make you understand. This is my first job. I absolutely have to keep it, no matter what. You've just got to let me out of here. I mean, all you have to do is untie these straps and that's it. It's so simple! Please!"
"Sorry, no can do," the attendant replied humorously. He grinned and took another sip from his coffee. He's a nice boy, Marjorie thought. Not much older than herself. He'd been kind and considerate to her as soon as they'd met; that was the only reason she had the courage to ask him to let her ., go in the first place. But Rick was obviously quite proud of having his job, and he wasn't going to jeopardize it by helping her. It's ridiculous, Marjorie thought. It would have been so easy for him. They were all alone in the waiting room, just her on the table and him sittting on the bench drink- ing his coffee. He could do anything for her that he wanted.
"You could say you didn't see me go," Marjorie said helpfully. "Rick, it would be so easy. You could say ... there are a hundred things you could say!" She strained her head in an effort to see his face; it was hard to look at anything but the ceiling when she was tied on her back like this. "You can think of some excuses, Rick. It'd be easy, and you're doing ... you'd be doing me such a big favor."
"Like I said, I'd like to help you,". Rick said. He smiled and looked at her a little wearily. "But this job is important to me, too. I mean, actually I shouldn't even be talking to you at all."
"Why not?"
"Well, my break's almost over, for one thing," Rick said. "And for another thing I'm not supposed to be farting around like this on break. I ought to be checking on the list sheet to see who I've got to be with next hour."
"Well, thank you very much!" Marjorie said hotly. "It's nice to know you consider talking to me the same thing as farting around."
"Naw, I didn't mean that," Rick said. "I just... well, I just can't help you. I might get away with it, but it'd be my ass for sure if they caught me. I'd get canned on the spot."
"Life was made for taking risks," Marjorie said desperately.
"Not mine," Rick muttered.
"Look," Marjorie said. She paused and studied the floor, trying to think of what she could offer next. "Look, this is my first job, and... well, I don't have any money now, but in another couple of weeks, if you could trust me, well, I could pay you a hundred dollars if you let me go."
"Nope," Rick replied.
"Don't you trust me?"
"I trust you okay," Rick shrugged. "But a hundred bucks isn't enough to risk my job for."
"How much do you want then?"
Rick laughed and looked at Marjorie humorously. "You couldn't even pay me enough if you wanted to," he said. "They give me good bread here. Like I said, I don't want to lose it."
"It'd be easy," Marjorie murmured.
"That's what you think," Rick replied.
Marjorie squinted her eyes and racked her brain for alternatives. It was getting more and more difficult; she'd already offered Rick everything she could think of.
"Look," she said finally. "The person I'm going to work for is Walter Jackson. He's a very important executive downtown. If .you let me go I might be able to ask him, later on, when I got to know him better, I might be able to ask him to hire you or something. That could really be the start of something big for you, Rick."
Rick snorted and laughed into his coffee. "You're getting desperate."
There was a long pause. Marjorie groaned and stared helplessly at the ceiling. There was nothing she could do now, she thought miserably; she'd already offered Rick everything she had to offer. Marjorie lowered her eyes and looked at him, with the same sense of importance as if he were a guard with the only key to her prison. Rick studied her casually in return and continued to sip his coffee.
Then Marjorie realized suddenly that Rick was not looking at her face. His eyes were focused a few feet downwards from that; he was obviously staring at her bosom. The outfit she was wearing was hardly suggestive; the only thing she had on was the white hospital smock under the tight leather straps, and even her conservative stock of dresses were more appealing than that. But the smock couldn't hide everything. Suddenly Marjorie realized that her figure was visible through it, and that that was what Rick was looking at: the mouthwatering voluptuousness of her eighteen year old body. So that was why he was being so friendly to her, she thought; that was probably the only reason he was taking his coffee break with her at all.
A brief shudder ran the length of Marjorie's spine, as if warning her of the danger she was about to put herself in. She closed her eyes and relaxed her head against the table in an effort to think. Already she was aware of the shameful plan forming inside her, and already her conscience was adamantly refusing to let her do it. No, she thought. There was just no way she could allow herself to ... to offer her body to Rick in exchange for letting her go. It was tempting, true enough; it was the only alternative she had left that might actually persuade him. But it went against the grain of everything her parents had taught her, everything she had believed in and adhered to throughout her life. She was a good girl. She didn't go around sleeping with strange men, and she certainly didn't do so to gain her own advantages. If she let Rick copulate with her in exchange for the favor she'd be behaving like nothing more than a common whroe.
Then Marjorie realized she had to do it. The shudder returned to her spine, goosebumping her ivory smooth skin and making her loins begin to ache with a wanton, animalish heat. The job with Mr. Jackson was the only thing she had left, and if she lost it her life would be ruined completely. She simply had to be at work in the morning, and right now it looked as if Rick would be the only person who could get her there. She had to sleep with him; that was all there was to it. It would be the most debasing shameful thing she had ever done, and she knew afterwards that the memory of it and the rape she had endured with Henry would haunt her constantly for months. But she had to, just this once.
That was all there was to it.
"Rick," Marjorie said softly.
"Yeah?" Rick said. He lifted his eyes to her face and looked at her questioningly.
"Rick," Marjorie began. She paused and closed her eyes, doing everything she could to compose herself. "Rick, do you find me ... sexually attractive?"
Rick said nothing. But as soon as she completed the sentence a wicked glimmer appeared in his eyes, and she knew she was on the right track.
"Rick, if I..." Marjorie sighed and stared at the ceiling, trying to force herself to say the shameful proposition. This was so humiliating, she thought despairingly; this was the most incredibly embarrassing, humiliating thing she'd ever had to endure. "Rick, if I let you ... have sex with me, would you let me go?"
Rick hesitated only a moment. Then the glimmer in his eyes intensified. Smiling, he stood up from the bench. His handsome young face was a mask of lust and feverish desire; in the crotch of his pants Marjorie could already detect the swelling bulge of his stiffening erection. Rick grinned and walked slowly towards the table.
"Now you're talking," he murmured softly.
Chapter 4
'Take off the straps," Marjorie said softly.
"Not so fast," Rick replied. He stood next to the table and stared lustfully at the desirable cur-vaceousness of her figure through the hospital smock. "How do I know you won't just up and leave on me without giving me what I want?"
"Oh Rick, don't be ridiculous," Marjorie said. "What do you think I am, a liar?"
"I don't know what to think. I see a lot of weird shit go on here," Rick said. He grinned and stared at her breasts. The bulge in his pants was much more obvious now; Marjorie could clearly see the blood engorged length of his thick member, beating stiffly along the inside of his thigh. "Okay, tell you what," Rick said ""I'll undo the bottom strap for now so I can get at your pussy. Then I'll undo the top one when-'AVe're finished.
"Oh God," Marjorie groaned. She blushed and stared despairingly at the ceiling. This was so humiliating she could hardly stand it. Rick was behaving so disgustingly; it was the most embarrassing thing she had ever had to endure. But there was no other alternative. "All right," Marjorie said. "Whatever you say."
"This is going to be fun," Rick muttered to himself. He grabbed the heavy silver buckle and quickly undid the strap crossing Marjorie's waist; now the only one holding her down was the leather strap crossing just under her ample breasts, crossing her arms and pinning her upper torso to the leatherette-covered table. Rick panted lightly and pushed the two halves of the lower strap off of her. then she was free from her bosom down. A light shudder seemed to hold Rick's body, as if he could hardly bear the expectation of intercourse. For several seconds he simply stood at the foot of the table, staring at Marjorie's body through the smock. Then he raised his hands to the row of buttons along the front. One by one he undid them all, opening a slit in the smock that ran all the way up to her breasts. Rick groaned and slowly drew the halves of the smock apart, like a stage hand pulling up a curtain so the act could begin. Immediately the shaft of his penis grew much more predominant, standing out so hard and stiff along his inner thigh that Marjorie could actually see the mushroom shaped head throbbing painfully through his slacks. He could see everything now, she was completely and nakedly exposed before him on the table. Rick's eyes wandered hungrily over the lush voluptuousness of her body, scanning the ivory smoothness of her long tapering legs, her girlish belly bulge and the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, resting finally on the tight, moist, pink slit that pouted invitingly within.
"Oh Jesus," Rick muttered.
"Just get on with it," Marjorie murmured. She blushed and averted her eyes. "If this is the only thing that will make you help me... why don't you just go ahead and get it over with."
"Oh God," Rick exclaimed. For several seconds he simply stared lustfully at her hair fringed fissure, in obvious awe of the lewd spectacle that lay before him. Then he leanrd across the table and lowered his head into her loins, so close that his nose hovered a few scant inches over her moistened cuntal orifice. Majorie shivered and tried reflexively to squirm away from him. Rick placed his fingers gently on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and slowly moved them apart, moving his mouth that much closer to the pungent aroma of her hair fringed pussy.
"Spread your legs," he said, softly but meaningfully. "Spread them as far apart as you can and stick your heels into the sides of the table."
"Rick, please," Marjorie said pleadingly. She widened her eyes and stared at him in despairing humiliation. Then she realized she had no choice but to obey him. The pouting lips of her cunt were already wet with her profusion of juices, and she could already feel the wanton genital heat raging through her loins; she only prayed that her animalish cravings didn't get the better of her, as they had with Henry. Marjorie closed her eyes briefly and hesitated a second longer. Then she lifted her long tapering legs and slowly spread her milk white thighs as far apart as she could, planting her heels into the edge of the operating table and completely exposing the sizzling cleft of her tight cuntal orifice.
"Do you like that?" she said angrily. She blushed with embarrassment and stared at Rick as furiously as she could. "I'll bet that's just what you wanted."
"It sure is," Rick murmured distractedly. The sight of Marjorie's openly exposed cunt seemed to unnerve him completely. She could see the sweat beading out on his reddened forehead now, his expression evolving gradually into a gutteral mask of lust and desire. Rick dug his fingers into her inner thighs and squirmed his head a little closer to her vaginal opening, draping his torso across the table and letting his legs hang off the edge. He pushed his hands under the backs of her thighs and clasped his fingers around the girlishly rounded, peach shaped cheeks of her bare ass. Then he brought his mouth against the hair fringed fissure of her pussy. Suddenly Marjorie felt his lips and tongue touch the outer folds of her vagina, twirling and licking around the most sensitive nerves of her body. Rick groaned and moved his head a little closer, burying his face completely between her nakedly splayed thighs. His fingers dug harder into the cheeks of her buttocks and lewdly began to squeeze them, kneading and fondling the orbs of her ass until she felt an insistent warmth emanating from the depths of her loins. His tongue and lips became more insistent against the flowered lips of her moist labia. Then Rick thrust his tongue into the pink sheath of her vagina and suddenly began to suck her pussy in a frenzied demonstration of lust, laving his tongue wildly through the flow of her juices and clasping his lips hungrily around the glistening, swollen bud of her stiff clitoris.
"UngggghhhhhhJ" Marjorie grunted. Immediately she felt her whole body responding to the lascivious intensity of Rick's sucking. Her throat thickened, and the blush in her cheeks spread across her entire face; her eyes lidded dully with the force of her arousal, and then her lips parted in an uncontrollable gasp. She could feel it now, the ravenous passion coursing through her loins and swelling her labia lips with desire. Rick's sucking was incredibly good; her clitoris was completely erect in his mouth, pulsating insistently with the need for orgasm; she knew that if he kept it up she would shortly lose all control. "Please Rick, don't do that,"she murmured. She moaned and tried to squirm away from his hotly wriggling tongue on the table. "Rick stop it... you don't have to do that. I don't want you to." But Marjorie knew that her words lacked any real meaning. It was only her conscience speaking, her sense of morality and restraint trying to hold onto the last shreds of decency she had. Deep down inside she knew that she was really enjoying the sucking of her pussy very much.
"Oh Christ," Rick muttered. He lifted his head from her loins and paused a moment to simply stare at her hair fringed pussy, blatantly studying the moist, pouting lips and the shining stiffness of her erected elitoris. "Jesus do you taste good," he muttered. "Your cunt is so sweet and so fucking tight... oh Jesus." Rick lowered his head and gave her clitoris a titillating lick, sending hot spasms of agonizing desire shooting through Marjorie's vagina. Then he lowered his head completely against her lush pubic mound and again resumed the sucking of her cunt. This time he sucked her pussy much harder; his lips suctioned around the pouting, swollen lips, and his tongue danced around her pulsating clitoris in a feverish frenzy of lust. "Unhhhh ... no Rick... stop it... ungggg hhhh-hhhh ... stop it Ricky... ohhh... ohhh... awww-nngggghhhhhh . . ." Marjorie whimpered. Grimacing, she pushed her elbows against the table and tried to squirm away from the wriggling wetness of his tongue. But it was impossible. The remaining strap dug hard into her rib cage, rubbing painfully against the underside of her breasts and making it difficult to move more than a couple of inches. Suddenly Marjorie stopped struggling and relaxed completely on top of the table. The guttural heat raging through her loins was fast growing out of control, becoming more than she could stand. Her cheeks were flushed crimson now, her eyes full and her lips parted salaciously with the mounting tide of her ravenous passion. With every movement of Rick's expert mouth against her pussy she could feel the wetness in her loins growing less resistible, her whole body stiffening eagerly in expectation of cumming. Marjorie moaned throatily and closed her eyes. For a second longer she tried to suppress the wanton sexual heat pouring through her body. Then it became more than she could stand. Marjorie whimpered and almost imperceptibly splayed her milk white thighs a little further apart, arching her back in a shameless attempt to get more of Rick's wriggling tongue within the pink lips of her gurgling slit. Then she lightly began to grind her rounded buttocks off the table, eagerly thrusting her lush pubic mound again and again into his face.
"That's right, baby, that's right," Rick murmured. He grinned and dug his fingers harder into the shivering cheeks of her ass, pulling her vagina hungrily into his mouth. "You're really going now, honey. Go ahead, baby. Let it all come out."
"Harder Rick," Marjorie panted wantonly. She grimaced and writhed shamelessly on the table, unable to stand the guttural heat raging insistently through her loins. "Unggghhh... oh yes Ricky, do it harder ... that's right... ungggggghhh hhh... oh God it's so good... I'm going to cum Ricky, suck me harder... nnnggg... nggggggggg... awwwnhhh hhhhhhhhh..."
"Jesus!" Rick exclaimed reverently. He raised his head momentarily from her sizzling vaginal cleft and stared at her face, obviously amazed by the quickness with which her sexual passions had seized her. Marjorie's face was a mask of agonizing genital desire. Her eyes were squinted, her lips were drawn back salaciously over her pearly white teeth; with every thrust of Rick's tongue in her moistened cuntai orifice she shook her head helplessly back and forth, obviously overwhelmed by the sodomistic pleasure of his sucking. Rick smiled and stared again at the fleshy lips of her cunt. Her labia were bright pink and extremely swollen; there was no doubt that she was. on the verge of cumming. Still smiling, Rick opened his mouth wide and clasped his lips lasciviously around the aching bud of her erect clitoris. Then he directed all the intensity of'his sucking to the bud of her womanhood, pursing his lips around it and puckering his cheeks to draw it completely into his mouth.
"Ungghhh unggghhh unggg ggghhhhhhhhh!" Marjorie mewled. Her throat thickened, and the blush in her cheeks became red and feverish; every muscle in her body seemed to lock and tighten like a hard steel knot. She could feel the depraved guttural spasms coursing through her body now, goosebumping her naked skin and making the inner walls of her cunt contract spasmodically against each other, as if sucking in the meaty erection she so desperately needed. Marjorie gritted her teeth and lifted her rounded buttocks off the table, thrusting her hair fringed fissure wantonly into Rick's mouth Then she felt the first spasms emanating from deep inside her womb, and she realized that she was about to have her orgasm.
"Suck it Rick, suck it harder!" Marjorie squealed. She grimaced and shook her head uncontrollably back and forth. Then she arched her back and began to pound her jiggling ass hard off the table, thrusting her pussy again and again into the wriggling wetness of Rick's tongue. "Awww www Ricky! Harder Ricky harder, I'm going to cum! Unggghhh ... oh yes yes I can feel it... unggghhhh... awww-nhhhhhh . . . UNGGHHHHH! HARDER I'm cumming! UnggHH OH GOD I'M CUMMII-NNNGGGGGG GGGGGG ..."
The consummating spasms of orgasm raced in-cesantly through Marjorie's ravished body, making her clitoris pulsate rhythmically against Rick's tongue and her powerful vaginal muscles contract tightly together. For a long moment Marjorie simply remained motionless on the table, grimacing in pleasurable agony as the spasms ravaged her body again and again. Then, finally, they diminished inside her. Marjorie whimpered and slowly let her naked buttocks fall back to the smooth, cool leatherette surface. Then she closed her eyes, smiling with shameful ecstasy as she savored the warm tingling aftermath of her consummation.
"Look at this, baby," Rick muttered.
Marjorie stirred and lazily opened her eyes. Then her lips parted in a helpless gasp, and she fearfully tried to move back on the table. Rick had removed his pants. The crumpled heap of his white, hospital attendant's slacks lay on the tiled floor next to the table, next to his white jockey shorts. He was standing directly in front of her now, naked from the hem of his shirt to his shoes and socks. In the bright light of the waiting room the shaft of his stiffened prick seemed to look even more massive and menacing than it really was, like some terrible sexual demon prepared to ravage her naked body. Rick's bloated organ was completely engorged with blood; it was the hardest cock Marjorie had ever seen, standing at attention so that the spongy head twitched next to his navel, and as she looked at it, it seemed to grow even harder. She could see the welter of blue veins standing out along the underside of his erection, the adder-like shape of the crown and the way it swelled and throbbed with the intensity of his desire. And she could see how big it was. Marjorie widened her eyes and squirmed on the table, unable to take her eyes away from the erected stiffness of his organ. It was as big and thick as an iron pipe, standing straight out from his loins like a battering ram made of hard pink flesh. She tried to imagine what his dick would feel like in her cunt, and the image filled her with an unbearable mixture of fear and desire.
"It's a big one, isn't it," Rick muttered. He grinned and wrapped his fingers around the tumescent stalk of his phallus, making it bound and pulse lewdly in his fist. "You're really going to like this, honey. All the girls say it feels really good." Rick smiled and licked his lips, as if anticipating the intensity of Marjorie's pleasure. Then he climbed onto the long operating table and knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs, holding his blood engorged member before him so that the spongy head twitched and bobbed before the sizzling cleft of her moist pussy.
"No," Marjorie murmured softly. She widened her eyes fearfully and tried to squirm away on the table, keeping her eyes riveted to the throbbing stiffness of his cock. "No Rick, don't," she pleaded helplessly. "You already . .. you already had sex with me. Don't do that to me ... no ... no ..."
Rick ignored her completely. A wickedly feverish grin spread across his face, making him look like the personification of Satan. Smiling, he leaned over Marjorie's helplessly captive body and stretched his arms out to either side of her shoulders, supporting his weight on his palms. Then he flexioned his buttocks, lowering his torso on top of her imprisoned nakedness until the meaty thickness of his prick entered the juncture of her thighs. Marjorie felt the mushroom shaped head touch the pouting lips of her pussy, the purplish flesh of his crown pulsing lewdly against the moistened inner folds of her vagina. Rick groaned and squirmed slightly between her thighs. Then he slowly, achingly, began to slide the length of his bloated organ into the clasping wetness of her cunt.
"Stop it Ricky, please stop it," Marjorie pleaded girlishly. She winced and tried to pull her body away from him. Her loins were already satiated from the pleasure of her orgasm, and she was afraid that if he started fucking her she might lose control entirely. "Rick. .. stop that Rick, don't put it in me ... no Rick ... nooo ..."
Then Marjorie felt the length of Rick's throbbing erection entering her pussy. A deep groan emanated from her throat, parting her lips and making her face contort in an expression of agonized desire. Her skin shivered and flushed, and in spite of herself her back tightened instinctively in expectation of their copulation. She could feel it now, inch after inch of his blue veined stiffness sliding into the aching sheath of her vagina. His cock was so big and stiff and hard. Its thickness seemed to fill her completely, and its length seemed to bore into her with a relentlessly delicious pressure. It was so good, Marjorie realized. Their fucking was so wonderfully, terribly good...
"That's good, isn't it baby," Rick hissed wickedly. He winced and continued to slide his rampant phallus into her vagina, groaning as he felt the walls of her pussy milking and sucking around the blue-veined shaft. Then with one heavy movement of his hips he buried the last several inches of his prick into her cunt. Rick groaned and paused a moment to savor the sensations of complete insertion. Then he immediately began to buck his muscular buttocks in and out, in and out, faster by the moment, furiously reaming out Marjorie's gurgling cuntal slit in the unmistakably rhythmic motions of fucking.
"Awwww . . . awwww . . . unhhhhhhhhh," Marjorie mewled. For a second longer she poised motionless on the table, trying to restrain the shameless sensations of lust that wracked her loins and body, then once again the pleasure was more, than she could bear. Before Marjorie knew what she was doing she arched her back and lifted her long tapering legs into the air. She folded her thighs around Rick's back and clasped his torso into her breasts, sighing as she felt another inch of his engorged member enter the pouting lips of her pussy. Then she quickly and eagerly began to bounce her plump buttocks off the table, furiously matching every stroke of his dick with one of her own.
"Puck me Ricky," Marjorie whimpered. She pulled his face into hers and showered his cheeks and lips with hot, shameful kisses. Then she tightened the grip of her thighs around his waist and bucked against him much harder, intensifying the wanton rhythm of their fornication as much as she possibly could. She knew that what she was do- ing was humiliating and demeaning, but she no longer cared. All she was aware of now was the way his throbbing erection felt inside her pussy, and how good it would be when she felt the load of his seminal fluid gushing out of his prick and spurting deep inside her cunt. It was so good, she thought. So incredibly, incredibly good....
"Oh Jesus," Rick moaned reverently.
"Harder Ricky!" Marjorie squealed hotly. She raised her legs until her knees practically touched his shoulders, pounding her dripping pussy into his massive cock as hard and as fast as she could. "Ung-gggghhhhhhgg Ricky! Fuck me Ricky I'm going to cum! Awwwwnnnngggghhhh! Oh God it's so big! Harder! Unhhh unhhhhh inhhhhhhh fuck me harder Ricky, I'm going to cum! Oh God fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can...."
Chapter 5
"I'm sorry, Marjorie, but this letter just isn't good enough," Walter Jackson said. Marjorie's tall, aristocratic looking employer shook his head and tossed the typed letter onto his mahogany desk. Then he folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his heavy leather chair, calmly surveying the opulent furnishings of his twenty-fifth floor personal office. "You've got two typos in here and you screwed up on the margins," he continued. "If I sent this out to any of my asso ociates they'd practicallylaugh in my face. I've got a business to run here, Marjorie, and these days that business depends a great deal on my reputation. I don't want to hurt it, and in the past week you've been hurting it more than a little."
Marjorie said nothing in response. Instead she averted her eyes and stared self-consciously at the thick brown carpet, painfully conscious of the way her blush of embarrassment was coursing through her cheeks. Outside, beyond the desk and Mr. Jackson and the tall, spacious skyscraper windows, it was turning into a very pretty morning. The sun was shining brilliantly through the crisp blue air, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Moreover, somewhere in the back of her mind Marjorie knew that she was every bit as pretty as the morning. She was wearing a print dress she had bought on the advance of her first week's salary, and it looked becoming on her; she looked the very picture of the ideal personal secretary. But she didn't feel pretty, and she knew that as far as secretaries went she was hardly ideal. She knew what was coming next. He was going to lecture her, and then he was going to 'let her go.' She was about to be fired. She could just see herself explaining that to her parents back home.
It was now the end of her first week as Jackson's secretary, and she kenw that her work for five days had been nothing short of abominable. She had forgotten phone calls, misplaced files, stumbled over the coordination of Mr. Jackson's itinerary; she could hardly even remember how to type a proper business letter even, even though she had finished at the top of her class back home in Renston. It wasn't the work, she was sure of that. The duties of a personal secretary to an important man were extremely demanding, but Jackson wasn't a slave driver, and besides, she knew that she was. a very capable and intelligent girl. No; the problem was her own state of mind. She could hardly think straight anymore; she was always forgetting things; sometimes she felt on the verge of tears for no immediate reason at all. She was almost ready to think she was losing her mind.
Her experiences with Henry and Rick had upset her terribly. Marjorie shuddered inwardly and stared harder at the carpet, in no hurry to try to respond to Mr. Jackson's complaint. How was she going to explain this to him, she thought bitterly; how could she possibly? For the past week she had felt more humiliated and frightened than ever before in her life. First the rape, and then the necessity of submitting to Rick's advances; the combination had overwhelmed her completely. She didn't know what to think of herself anymore. In Renston she'd always been conscious of her identity, of the fact that she was a pretty, wholesome, moral young girl who led a good life and was destined to have a good future. Now she felt so humiliated and embarrassed by the whole thing that she was beginning to wonder if she was much better than a whore. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had been simply and coldly repelled by the double rape, but she knew that it hadn't been that way at all. It had excited her. One minute she would be tossing and turning in another nightmare, dreaming that Henry and Rick were coming after her with daggers. The next minute she would be wide awake, imagining both of them fucking her again with their big hard penises, and her pussy would be so hot that it would feel like it was burning up. Every night she had had the nightmares, and every night she had wound up masturbating frantically, tossing and turning and stroking her gurgling cunt to one orgasm after another, a helpless prisoner of her own depraved lust. During the days she was so upset she could hardly see straight, let along concentrate on her duties as a secretary. She knew she was screwing up everything; she knew it wouldn't be long before Jackson would have to fire her. But there was no way she could explain to a man what her humiliation was like.
"Well, Marjorie," Jackson said grimly. He leaned a little further back in his chair and regarded her with his piercing grey eyes. "Do you think you'd like to try explaining yourself."
"I don't know if I can," Marjorie said softly.
"You'd better try," Jackson -said. "How, for instance, would you appraise your work for your first week with us?"
"I guess it's been pretty awful," Marjorie "whispered.
"Maybe you're not really cut out to be a personal secretary, Marjorie," Jackson said. He leaned a little farther back and scrutinized the ceiling of the office, obviously trying to figure out the gentlest way of dismissing her. "It's obvious that you're trying, of course. You've been fastidiously punctual every morning, and your appearance is ^immaculate. If it weren't for .. . everything else 'you'd be the best secretary I'd ever hired. But frankly that 'everything else' is pretty damn bad." Jackson pushed his chair suddenly forward and spread his hands expressively across the desk. "I've got a business to run here, Ma.rjorie. I didn't get where I am now by being sentimental about my employees. You're trying, but trying isn't good enough. In the past week you've put a dent in my operation, and you're supposed to be helping me rather than hurting me. Pretty soon the other secretaries are going to start wondering why you've been chosen for a more prestigious position than they're in. I'm sure you can see my position."
"Does this mean you're going to have to fire me?" Marjorie asked helplessly. " Jackson sighed heavily and shook his head. "I'm afraid that's exactly what it means, Marjorie," he said. "I wish there was some alternative to out and out dismissal, but there isn't. There aren't any other openings in my organization. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to fire one of the other girls to make room for you. I regret this, believe me. But I'm just going to have to let you go."
There was a long pause. Marjorie blushed and continued to stare abashedly at the floor; her eyes were full and moist, and she was afraid she might start to cry. Then she raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Jackson's handsome, youthfully masculine forty year old face as steadily as she could. She couldn't lose her job, she thought. If she lost her job she'd be on the next bus back to Renston, and she simply couldn't fail like that. She had to keep it, she thought bravely. At least she had to try.
"Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said, "can't you just give me another chance, sir? Please?"
Jackson shook his head and grimaced. "I'd like to Marjorie, but I'm afraid it's out of the question. There is only so much tolerance for errors in a company like mine, and you've already exceeded your allowance."
"Please!!" Marjorie blurted helplessly.
"Sorry, but I can't."
"Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said. She paused and shut her eyes, summoning up every reserve of bravery and persuasiveness. Then she walked a lit- tie closer to his desk and let her eyes show all her innocence and eagerness to please. "Mr. Jackson, this job is more important tome than anything else in the world. I admit that I haven't done very well for the first week, but, I don't know, if you just give me another chance I'll do better."
"Sorry."
"This job is my whole life, Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said helplessly. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes again became heavy and full; she felt as if she were taking out her heart and laying it across his table. "I've just got to keep it, you don't even know how much! Mr. Jackson, if you just don't fire me right now I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I swear I'll do anything to make up for it. Anything!"
Suddenly the whole tone of the conversation seemed to change, subtly but dramatically. The word 'anything' apparently held a special significance for Jackson. As Marjorie watched him, the corporation executive fidgeted in his chair and averted his eyes momentarily before turning them back to her. When he did his expression had changed. He did not look somber or pensive anymore. Instead he was smiling, and his smile was both excited and slightly nervous at the same time. Everything he did now was studied and deliberate; it was as if with her mention of the word a subtle wall had been erected between them, making his real motives unattainable to her.
"Why Marjorie, I had no idea you wanted to keep your job so badly," Jackson said. He shifted deliberately in his chair, turning so that she could see his knees around the side of the desk. "Are you really that committed."
"I'll just do anything," Marjorie repeated innocently.
"You know, Marjorie," Jackson said diplomatically. "That word you just used ... uh, in the circles of business, uh, between an executive and his secretary, ah, that word can have a very special meaning, if you catch my meaning, ah, Marjorie."
"I'm not sure I understand, Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said.
"A man in my position is under a great deaf of pressure, Marjorie," Jackson continued. "Sometimes that pressure can be extremely ... depleting. Often, in the course of a given day, I will feel the need to, ah, energize these depleted resources. This is a personal matter, of course, but it is nonetheless tied in greatly with the overall success of my enterprises, and, ah, a man in my position is always looking for an employee to help him restore his depleted resources."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said. "But I still don't understand what you're talking about."
Suddenly Jackson's face broke into a broad grin; it was as if there were no subtleties left between them, and the real truth could shortly be laid upon the table.
"The employee in this case, Marjorie," Jackson said, carefuly enunciating his words. "Would always be female."
Marjorie stared at Jackson quizzically a second longer. Then, suddenly, she realized precisely what he was talking about. A shudder ran up her spine, making her cheeks flush and her eyes widen with surprise. Then she gulped and quickly nodded her head.
"I see, Mr. Jackson."
"Do you think you'd be willing to serve as my employee in this capacity, Marjorie?" Jackson said.
"Mr. Jackson ..."
"It's the only way, Marjorie," Jackson interrupted. "Otherwise I'm going to have to dismiss you immediately. Without severance pay, I mght add, since you haven't worked for us for over two weeks. On the other hand, if you agree to serve me in this personal capacity your raise in salary should be quite considerable. I'm not mentioning, of course, any other personal benefits that might be worked out between us."
There was a long pause. Marjorie widened her eyes and stared at Jackson in innocent bewilderment. Jackson grinned wickedly back at her, his eyes shining with blatant lust. He wants to have sex with me, Marjorie thought; that's all he's wanted all the long. A handsome, important, respectable man like that, who she'd learned to idolize in only a week. He's just like the others, Marjorie thought. Just like every other man she'd ever met. All he wanted was her body.
"Think quickly, Marjorie," Jackson said. "It's either yes or no."
Marjorie hesitated only a second longer. She knew that what Jackson was proposing was even more shameful than her experience with Rick. In that case she had given him her body only once; in this she would be giving it to Jackson again and again, as often as he wanted it. It was true that there were countless girls in the city who performed the same sexual services for their employers, but Marjorie had never considered herself one of them. She was a good girl, a good, honest, intelligent, capable, hard working girl who could make a good, honest living without stooping to such depths. She wasn't a whore, and that was really what Jackson was asking her to be.
Then a painful image of herself returning home flooded Marjorie's mind's eye, and she realized suddenly that she had to do it. She couldn't go home. It was like the book said; you could never go home again. Immediately Marjorie's head felt light, and for a moment she thought she would faint. Everything is so confusing, she thought dizzily. First Henry, then Rick, and now this. Everything she had ever believed in was turning out to be completely wrong; she didn't know what to believe anymore, what to think about anything. Life was so hard to understand ...
"Marjorie?" Jackson coaxed gently.
"All ... all right," Marjorie said hesitantly. As soon as she spoke the words she felt a deep blush of embarrassment permeating her cheeks, but she suppressed it and tried to hold her head high. - "That's what I thought you'd say," Jackson replied. He grinned and gestured towards the door. "Why don't you lock that so we won't be disturbed, like a good girl?"
Marjorie walked to the door and obediently slid the clamp shut as quietly as she could. When she turned bak, Jackson was no longer behind his desk. Instead he had slid his chair to one side of it, sitting with his legs open so that Marjorie could see the crotch of his pants. There was a provocative bulge there, and all at once she realized that her employer had an enormous erection the whole time he had been speaking with her. The shaft of his blood engorged member stood out along his inner thigh like a length of iron pipe, so stiff and hard that she could see the mushroom shape of the head through the expensive fabric of his slacks. It was a very big penis, Marjorie realized, very long and thick. As she looked at it her loins grew damp and warm with her growing arousal, and she realized that the sight of Jackson's stiffened prick was exciting her. Jackson grinned feverishly and squirmed in the chair, deliberately making the length of his bloated phallus throb in his pants. Then he dropped his hands between his legs and slowly pulled down his zipper.
"What... what are you doing?" Marjorie asked vaguely.
'There's no reason to wait, Marjorie," Jackson said wickedly. "My bodily resources have been, ah, depleted for some time. They need to be replenished immediately, and there's never a time as good as the present."
Marjorie shook her head and stared at him in stupefaction. Jackson smiled and reached into the opening of his pants. Then he withdrew the meaty thickness of his blood engorged member. Immediately Marjorie's eyes widened tremendously, and she felt her pussy moisten with her ravenous passion. Jackson had one of the biggest penises she'd ever imagined. The shaft of his phallus rose out of his loins with club like hugeness, the spongy, purplish head twitching convulsively against his stomach. Marjorie could see the blue veins running up the underside of his dick, the hard pinkness of his flesh and the size of the swollen stalk. Her cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted nervously as she stood before him. This was exciting her, she thought shamefully; already this was ex- citing her so terribly much ...
"Do you like my cock, Marjorie?" Jackson asked wickedly. He smiled and gave the shaft of his blue veined organ a lurid squeeze, making it bounce obediently in his hand. "It's a big one, isn't it?"
"What... what do you want me to do?" Marjorie murmured.
"I want you to suck it, darling," Jackson replied. "Come over here and kneel between my legs."
Marjorie hesitated only a second longer. She couldn't help gasping at the guttural obscenity of Jackson's request, and for a moment she wanted to run out of the office. Having sex with him was bad enough, but sucking his penis for him would be even worse. That was sodomy, she thought. She'd never imagined doing that in her life. But she had to! Marjorie shut her eyes and struggled briefly to control herself. Then she walked quickly across the room and knelt between Jackson's splayed thighs. The shaft of his throbbing erection was directly before her now, looming up before her face. She could see the texture of the hardened pink flesh now, the bloated, swollen stiffness of his prick. Jackson smiled and looked down at her happily. Marjorie stared back up at him with her wide blue eyes and unconsciously placed her palms on his thighs.
"Wrap your fingers around the shaft, Marjorie," Jackson murmured. "And then start stroking it."
Marjorie blushed and hesitated a second longer.
Then she raised her right hand and gingerly clasped her fingers around the blue veined stiffness of Jackson's bloated organ. The flesh of his cock felt hard and spongy in her hand, almost like very hard rubber. Marjorie moaned and closed her eyes. Then she shamefully began to move the loose flesh of his prick up and down, faster and harder by the second, jerking off his rampant erection as best she knew how.
"That's right darling, that's right," Jackson said. He shifted in the chair and smiled down at her. "I guess you're going to make an excellent secretary after all."
Chapter 6
"Am I doing it right?" Marjorie asked shyly. She squirmed between Jackson's splayed thighs and continued to stroke the meaty stiffness of his erection, making the purplish glans twitch and throb above her hand. Her cheeks were flushed with crimson, and her.eyes were wide and gaping; she felt both humiliated and excited at the same time.
"You're doing just fine, darling," Jackson murmured. He winced and relaxed in the chair. "Just move .. . unh ... your hand a little higher up and, ah, do it a little harder. Ahhh ..."
"All right," Marjorie whispered. She clasped her fingers an inch higher along the stalk of his rampant phallus, until her thumb nearly touched the spongy flesh of the crown. Then she grimaced and began to stroke his engorged member until her elbow and wrist ached with the effort. Immediately the level of Jackson's arousal seemed to increase dramatically. He groaned and fidgeted in the chair; in her hand the swollen length of his organ grew to an even more painful stiffness, as if it were about to explode.
"Oh Marjorie, oh God that's so good," Jackson said. He shuddered and pushed her hand into the opening of his slacks. "Play with my balls, Marjorie. That'll make it so much better."
"All right," Marjorie repeated. Blushing, she reached into the opening of his pants and groped for the orbs of his bloated testicles. Her fingers touched the hairy, moist sac; inside it she could feel the two golf ball size spherules, obviously swollen and congested with their twin load of sperm.
"Fondle them gently, Marjorie," Jackson hissed. "Play with them and stroke my penis a little more, ahh, a little more rhythmically. Unhhh ..."
Marjorie flushed beet red and bit her lip in an effort to control herself. This was so demeaning, she thought. He was just using her as a toy, a sexual animal built only to gratify his depraved libidinous desires. And there was nothing she could do to wedge herself free of his domination. It was either this or the bus back home .. . Blushing, Marjorie dug her fingers gently into Jackson's bloated testicles and clasped them warmly in her palm. Then she changed her masturbatory rhythm abruptly. She closed the full breadth of her hand around his throbbing stiffness and stroked the loose flesh in long, sure strokes, giving his aching prick just the pleasure he wanted.
"Unggghhhh!" Jackson groaned. For a moment the handsome executive seemed too overwhelmed by his guttural desires to think or say anything. Then he pushed his fingers through Marjorie's thick blonde hair and drew her head towards his loins, urging her mouth towards the mushroom shaped head of his blood engorged member. "I can't wait any longer Marjorie," he gasped. "It feels too good '. .. I'm going to cum. .. suck my cock, darling. Take it into your mouth and suck it as hard as you can!"
"Oh God," Marjorie moaned miserably. She stared at the spongy head of his penis, twitching directly before her lips, and felt a momentary wave of revulsion churning through her stomach. This was so disgusting; she was like a slave to him, like a secretarial whore. -Marjorie blinked her eyes to clear away her beginning tears. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered her head over the turgid stiffness of his bloated organ.
Her lips closed around the meaty shaft, an inch beneath the head; for the first time she felt the salty taste of a man's penis against her lips, and it surprised her that the taste was rather pleasurable. Marjorie moaned around the stalk of Jackson's erection and squirmed on the floor, putting herself in a comfortable position to give him a blow job. Then she flared her nostrils for air and puckered her girlish cheeks inwards, sucking his cock with wet, hungry movements of her full ripe lips.
"Awww . . . awww God!" Jackson moaned hoarsely. He grimaced feverishly and dug his fingers more insistently into Marjorie's hair, so hard that she felt her follicles ache with his tugging. "Oh Marjorie ... oh Christ that's good! Don't stop stroking it, darling ... unhhh ... suck it harder! Suck it and stroke it at the same time! Uh ... un-gggh . .. unggghhh ..."
"Mmmmmm," Marjorie mewled. She bobbed her head lasciviously around the shaft of his tumescent organ, taking another inch of its stiffness into her mouth. A whirl of thoughts seemed to cascade through her mind, making it impossible for her to think of or concentrate specifically on anything. This wasn't so bad after all. She wasn't sure if she wanted to admit that to herself, but she had no real choice. Sucking Jackson's big prick was actually extremely pleasurable. The taste of his penis was good to her, and the thick long shaft felt so warm and hard in her mouth; it was like sucking a candy bar, she thought dazedly, like eating and having sex at the same time. Marjorie whimpered and lowered her head further over his bloated organ, taking yet another inch into the pursed 0 of her tight, puckered lips. Then she returned her hand to the blue veined stiffness of his member. As she continued to suck the purplish crown of his dick she rhythmically began to stroke the loose flesh up and down, harder and faster by the moment, lascivious-;: ly masturbating the shaft as she continued to suck him.
"Play with my balls," Jackson gasped gutturally. He opened the slit of his pants a little wider, grasped Marjorie's wrist and literally thrust her hand into his slacks. "Fondle them, just like . .. uh .. . just like, you were doing before. Oh that's good ... oh Christ is that so fucking good...-.. ungh ...."..
"Mmmmm," Marjorie groaned softly,.She .again found the hairy sac of his testicles and dug her fingers into them, gently kneading the orbs of his bloated balls as if to milk the seminal fluid out of them. Her hand continued to move over the pink hardness of the shaft, luridly squeezing and tugging the meat of his prick; she wrapped her lips more lusciously around his swollen member and laved her tongue wildly around the head, darting her tongue repeatedly into his cum slit like a slippery eel. This is so good, she thought vaguely. His dick was so big and hard, and she loved the way it throbbed in her mouth. Already she could feel her nipples distending stiffly against the fabric of her brassiere, the pouting lips of her pussy moistening with arousal. She loved sucking his stiffened penis just as much as he did.
"Harder, Marjorie," Jackson moaned lewdly. He thrust his fingers sharply into her hair and pulled her head forcibly into his lap, sliding over half of his blood engorged member into the clasping wetness of her sucking mouth. Then he began to grind his hips convulsively on the edge of the chair, literally fucking her lips with the length of his swollen cock. "Oh Marjorie... I'm going to cum darling, I can feel it... suck my dick... harder, suck it as hard as you can .. . unggg hhh ... oh Christ... nnnggg..."
Marjorie didn't need any encouragement. Her throat felt thick and dry with lust, and she loved the taste of Jackson's member more and more by the moment; she could hardly wait to taste his sperm. Groaning, she closed her hand around the base of his organ and squeezed it almost as hard as she could. Then she intensified the salaciousness of her cock sucking dramatically. Her cheeks puckered obscenely around the bloated hardness of his cock, increasing the suction in her mouth as much as she could. Then she pursed her lips tightly around the blue veined flesh and sucked his engorged member with all the strength she had in her lips and tongue and mouth, literally milking the length of his erection deep into her throat.
That was evidently more than Jackson could take. "I'm going to cum, Marjorie," he gasped. "I can feel it." Groaning, he slid his hips to the edge of the chair and pulled her head furiously into his loins, sinking as much of his erection as was possible into the warmth of her lips. "Any sescond... oh God... drink my sperm Marjorie . .. nnggg ... suck down ... ahhh... suck down every drop... it tastes good ... oh yes ... there ... I'm cumming Marjorie ... oh God oh God ... I'm cumming ..."
There was a brief pause. The head and shaft of Jackson's massive organ grew to absolute stiffness in her mouth, throbbing and pulsing wildly between the encasing wetness of her lips. Then the enormous load of his sperm gushed furiously out of his twitching cum slit. The creamy white semen spurted and shot out of him again and again and again, racking every inch of his aching member with the consummating spasms of orgasm. There was more of it than Marjorie could imagine, moreof it than she had ever envisioned; a man cumming in her mouth. But it tasted extremely good against her tongue, and she was by now much too horny to stop herself from doing what she really wanted. Groaning, Marjorie tightened her grip around the shaft of Jackson's member, squeezing the base in order to more effectively coax his reproductive fluid out of him. Her fingers dug gently into the sac of his testicles; she lasciviously kneaded and massaged his congested balls, helping them to unload their engorgement of sperm. Then she puckered her cheeks and bobbed her Adam's apple lewdly in her throat, shamelessly drinking down every spurting drop of his seminal fluid as it gushed repeatedly into her mouth.
"Oh God," Jackson moaned. Hs grimaced and held Marjorie's head tightly against his loins, gasping as her clinging lips sucked the last spasms out of his throbbing erection. Then, finally, his orgasm was over. Jackson sighed, smiled dreamily and slowly relaxed into the chair. A moment later Marjorie reluctantly released his penis from her mouth and fingers.
"Now Marjorie," Jackson said softly. He grinned feverishly and adjusted his position in the chair and looked down at her as she knelt between his thighs. "I'll bet that really wasn't so bad, was it?"
It took Marjorie a moment before she could answer. Instead she blushed and stared at the floor, momentarily afraid to meet her employer's gaze. She knew that he was right. The control he had over her was humiliating, but there was no doubt that she had found the sucking extremely pleasurable, just as she knew that she would eagerly do it again as soon as she had the chance to. Marjorie hesitated and bit her lip in confusion. Then she lifted her head, smiled weakly and nodded her head.
"That's what I thought," Jackson said. He grinned and looked at Marjorie knowingly. "This is the first time you've ever given a man a blow job, isn't it darling?"
Marjorie nodded her head.
"Well, you're very good at it," Jackson continued. He chuckled and shifted slightly in the chair. "In fact, you're so good that I have a little surprise for you. Look at my cock, Marjorie. Don't you notice something a little, ah, different about it?"
Marjorie obediently lowered her eyes and studied the shaft of Jackson's organ. For a moment she wasn't sure what she was intended to notice. Then her eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and she felt a sudden rush of sexual heat rage through her genitals, anointing her pouling labia with the flow of her womanly juices. It was still stiff, still just as hard as a rock. He had orgasmed almost a minute ago, but the shaft of his erection had lost none of its tumescence. Rather, it was still jutting straight up out of his slacks, throbbing and pulsing wildly with its engorgement of blood.
"Oh God," Marjorie sighed.
"That's right, darling," Jackson said. "As you can see you've really gotten me extremely excited. Now ..." Jackson lowered his voice until his words were only a husky whisper. His lips were curled into, .a feverishly lustful grin, and Marjorie was almost sure she could see his whole body shaking in the chair. "Why don't you get out of that nice dress and show me that magnificent body of yours? I think it's time your pussy was, ah, initiated as well."
Marjorie hesitated only briefly. She could feel her conscience chiding her for the shamelessness of her actions, but she ignored it; she was much too excited by the enduring stiffness of Jackson's huge dick to resist her desires any longer. Without removing her eyes from his rampant erection Marjorie climbed to her feet. Then she quickly began to undo the buttons of her dress, taking off her clothes as fast as she could.
"That's right, darling," Jackson said coaxingly.
"Oh God," Marjorie repeated. She undid the last button of her dress and slid it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then she was half naked, completely exposed except for her brassiere, pantie hose and high heeled shoes. Marjorie kicked off her shoes and reached behind her back for the clasp of her brassiere. It gave beneath her fingers, and she let the lacy white undergarment float to the carpet. As she did so she felt her enormous milk white breasts jiggle salaciously atop her rib cage, and her dusky pink nipples distend stiffly with desire. She was so excited she could hardly wait.
"You've got very nice tits, Marjorie," Jackson murmured huskily. He stared blatantly at the enormous globes of her ample bosom, obviously admir- ing the ivory smoothness of her flesh and the coloring of her silver dollar sized arueolas. Then he gestured towards her pantyhose. "Now take those off too."
"All right," Marjorie said softly. She clasped the hem of her pantyhose in her fingers and slowly slid it over her lithe hips and the curvature of her plump, rounded buttocks, pushing.it down her long tapering legs. The elastic fabric crumpled at her delicate ankles; Marjorie lifted her bare feet, stepped out of them and kicked the hosiery loosely to one side. Then she was completely*naked, utterly exposed to her employer's wicked gaze in the center of his plush, private office.
"Oh Jesus?' Jackson exclaimed. For several seconds he seemed overwhelmed by the mouthwatering voluptuousness of Marjorie's eighteen year old body. His eyes widened to the size of golf balls; Marjorie was sure she could actually see him gasping. Then Jackson quickly undid his belt buckle and slid his slacks down to his ankles, leaving him naked from his shoes to the hem of his shirt. Marjorie could see his powerful, hairy thighs now, and the tightened sac of his testicles along the underside of his member.
"You're exciting me very much, Marjorie," Jackson said. His voice was strange and intense; it sounded as if he could hardly control himself. Jackson stretched out his legs and squirmed in the chair until his hips were centered on the wide, spacious cushion, leaving almost six inches of space between the sides of his legs and the armrests. Then he gestured towards Marjorie and wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of his throbbing erection. "Now I want you to fuck me," he whispered softly. "Climb onto my lap and straddle me, darling. Then I want you to fuck me."
Marjorie widened her eyes slightly and stared at the chair. It was a big chair and all at once she realized why it was so big; Jackson had probably had this designed expressly for this purpose. An embarrassed blush permeated her cheeks, and she averted her eyes momentarily in shame. It was demeaning to be naked like this in his office, and it would be utterly obscene to straddle him as he requested and fuck him even as he sat behind his desk. But she had to do it. He had her where he wanted her, completely in his control.
And she wanted to do it too. Marjorie closed her eyes and shuddered, shamefully considering the ravenous heat that coursed through the gurgling slit of her hair-fringed pussy. Then she fluttered her lids open and stared at the blood engorged stiffness of Jackson's member. As she studied its hardened, blue veined length the warmth in her loins increased, making her whole body ache for the stabbing impalement of his throbbing dick.
"Fuck me, darling," Jackson repeated wickedly.
He grinned and squeezed the shaft of his cock, making it pulse in his hand. "There's no point in waiting."
'Ohhhhh," Marjorie sighed. She closed her eyes and hesitated a second longer. Then she quickly padded across the lush carpet to the chair. Widening her eyes, she stared down at the, swollen length of Jackson's organ, imagining how it would feel when the moist stiffness of it intered her body. Then she quickly climbed onto the chair. She dug her knees into the cushion to either side of his hips and placed her palms lightly on his shoulders. Then she was in the perfect position to fuck him. Between the swaying globes of her breasts she could see the shaft of his phallus jutting out of his pubic hair, the spongy, purplish head twitching obscenely beneath the hair-fringed fissure of her tight, wet cunt.
"That's right Marjorie, that's right," Jackson sighed. He placed his hands on the cheeks of her peach shaped ass and wriggled comfortably on the cushions. Then he slowly but surely moved her hips downwards, drawing her vaginal orifice towards the throbbing hardness of his prick. "Fuck me now, darling," he sighed. "It'll feel so good. You'll just love it. Fuck me."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Marjorie moaned throatily. She bit her lip and struggled to control the wanton fever of her desires. Then she tentatively lowered her hips. Immediately she felt the spongy head of Jackson's erection insert between the flowered lips of her labia, driving into the inner sheath of her pussy. A deep groan emanated from Marjorie's throat, making her skin goosebump and her lips part salaciously with her agonizing passion. It's going to be so good, she thought shamefully. His prick was so big and hard and stiff; it was going to feel so good to have every inch of it inside her cunt, fucking her again and again. Marjorie groaned and wriggled her buttocks, wetly inserting another inch of his bloated organ into the clinging warmth of her vagina. Then with a heavy gasp she moved her hips steadily into his body, impaling inch after inch of his blood engorged member within the pouting lips of her moist pussy.
"Ohhhhh yes!" Jackson moaned lewdly. He sighed and dug his fingers into the milk white cheeks of Marjorie's buttocks, pulling her hips into him until the very base of his meaty erection rested within her distended labia. For a moment he simply paused. His expression contorted lasciviously, and his masculine face flushed strangely as he savored the tightness of her vagina, the way the muscles of her pussy milked and sucked around his swollen member. Then he rhythmically began to grind his hips on the edge of the chair, rhythmically darting his throbbing dick into the deliciously wet grotto of her vaginal orifice. "Buck your hips, darling," he muttered. "Unh ... oh Marjorie ... buck your hips into me ... and fuck me... fuck me hard Marjorie ... oh God ... oh God...."
"Unhhhhhhhhhhhh," Marjorie whimpered. For the briefest instant she hesitated astride Jackson's convulsively bucking hips, groaning and gasping as she felt the meaty circumference of his erection thrust into her gurgling slit again and again. Then the ravenous force of her gutteral desires became more than she could stand. Whimpering, Marjorie lifted her buttocks until only the mushroom shaped glans of his prick distended the lips of her hair fringed fissure. Then she lowered her ass again, impaling the entirety of his bloated organ into her cunt. As she did so she felt her sexual fever increasing. Her nipples were as stiff as little rocks, and her clitoris chafed lusciously against the upper-side of his dick; she had never been this horny before, never in her life. Marjorie flared her nostrils and let her full lips curl in a shameless smile of lascivious delight. Then she placed her palms gently on Jackson's shoulders and bucked her jiggling buttocks as hard and as fast as she could, eagerly fucking her pussy with the steel hard shaft of his glistening phallus.
"Now what the hell is this?"
At the sound of the voice Marjorie swivelled her head immediately towards the intrusive presence behind her back. Then her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and for a moment she was sure she was going to faint. Someone had entered the office! Standing in front of the door was a very handsome young man. Marjorie judged him to be in his late twenties, and from his muscular physique, immaculate clothing and European good looks she recognized him to be Richard Miller, one of Jackson's junior associates. One of Miller's most notable and gosspied about traits was his stolid nature; he was rarely excited by anything. But he was obviously at least a little excited now. As Marjorie watched him, Richard's eyes blatantly took in every feature of her nakedness, and his lips curled into an amused, lustful smile.
"Jesus Walter, I'm really sorry about this," Miller said humorously. He studied the cheeks of Marjorie's ass and winked at Jackson conspiratorially. "If I'd known you were auditioning your secretary here, I at least could have knocked."
Marjorie groaned miserably and buried her head shamefully into Jackson's shoulders. This was the ultimate, the crowning glory of her humiliation. The two of them had been caught in the act of fornication. Miller would probably spread the story all over the offices; then everybody would know what a whore she really was. Moaning, Marjorie shut her eyes and tried to stop herself from crying. She knew that Jackson would now quietly tell Miller to shut the door on his way out, and then the two of them would go on with their fucking. But she would take no pleasure from it, not now. The damage had already been done; this was the most horrible day of her life.
"Miller," Jackson said evenly, "I've got a new assignment for you." .
Marjorie gasped and stared wide-eyed into Jackson's face. But he was not looking back at her, and as he stared over her shoulder at Miller there was a malevolent, sadistic light in his eyes that she had never seen before.
"Yeah?" Miller asked quizzically. He grinned wickedly and locked the door behind him. From the sound of his voice alone Marjorie could tell everything she needed to know about his character; he was obviously ruthless, capable of anything. "What's that."
"I am auditioning Marjorie here," Jackson continued, "but I don't think she's complying with me thoroughly enough. She needs to be taught a lesson, Miller. Something drastic; something that will teach her very well."
"What do you have in mind, boss?" Miller asked cruelly.
"I think it would be a good idea if you were to fuck her too, Miller," Jackson said, deliberately parodying his formal executive's vernacular. He grinned and turned momentarily to look into. Marjorie's eyes, and in that second she saw the full measure of his sadistic, depraved temperament. Then he slid his hands around her back and lustfully clasped the cheeks of her buttocks. He squeezed the resilient flesh of her ass and then violently pulled the cheeks apart, nakedly exposing the puckered ring of her anus.
"Jesus!" Miller grunted hoarsely.
"Fuck her here, Miller," Jackson said. He glanced back at Marjorie and delivered his most menacing, malevolent stare. "Right up the ass!"
Chapter 7
For a moment Marjorie was much too shocked to comprehend the enormity of her new situation. She could feel Jackson's hands pulling the rounded cheeks of her buttocks apart, and she could feel the cold office air against the pink sphincter of her rectum, making the puckered ring tighten slightly with the sensation. But she couldn't seem to make the connection. It seemed impossible to her that Jackson would willfully order Miller to fuck her in his own offices, and it seemed even more un- believable that he would want Miller to do it up her anus. Analism was a form of perversion that Marjorie had never even considered, not even in her most nightmarish fantasies. On the rare occasions that it had been discussed in front of her, she had thought that it was the most repugnant, disgusting form of sodomy imaginable.
Then Marjorie swivelled her head to look over her shoulder. Immediately her breath caught in her throat; her eyes widened dramatically, and she felt her lips part in a long, drawn out gasp. Miller had removed his pants. She could see his long black slacks folded neatly across a leather couch next to the door, and his brown Hush Puppies resting next to the sofa. Turning her head back, Marjorie realized that Miller was naked except for his shirt and tie. As she stared at the length of his hardened erection her cheeks flushed with color, and she felt her heart throbbing wildly in her bosom. It was a very big cock, she realized, every bit as long and thick as Jackson's; she could see the blue veins standing out along its pink surface, the way the spongy head bobbed and twitched against his navel. And he was going to put that in her. Again she felt the cold air touch the ring of her rectum, and the throbbing of her heart became more insistent. He was actually going to fuck her up the ass!
"No!" Marjorie exclaimed suddenly. She gasped in shock and fear and looked into Jackson's ruthless face. Then she flailed her small fists wildly against his chest, desperately trying to free herself from the grip of his hands around her ass and the length of his organ impaled in her cunt. "No, don't... let me go!" Her voice became louder and more terrified as the full impact of what was going to happen to her flooded through her mind. "Awww please],let me go! Stop it! Leave me alone!"
But Jackson ignored her struggles completely. Instead he only gripped her more tightly and held her astride him on the chair, digging his fingers so sharply into the cheeks of her ass that Murjorie whimpered with the pain. "That's a good boy, Miller," he said softly. "Now stop dawdling! Fuck her up the ass!"
"Sheeit!" Miller muttered drily. He stared at Marjorie's nakedly exposed asshole and grinned feverishly with desire. Then he padded quickly across the rug to the chair. Standing behind her, he placed his hands lightly on her shoulders and leaned forward until Marjorie felt the spongy tip of his erection pressing into the peach shaped cheeks of her buttocks. "Like this, Walt?" he asked. "You want me to fuck her right on the chair?"
"That's what I said, Miller," Jackson replied impatiently. He tightened his grip into her buttocks arid squirmed on the chair, putting Marjorie's ass in the perfect position for her sodomistic ravishment. "Now why don't you get started?"
"Sheeit," Miller repeated. He smiled feverishly and stared down Marjorie's back, riveting his eyes to her puckered rectal sphincter. It was a very small orifice, tight and pink and utterly hairless, and it was obvious simply from looking at it that she had never been sodomized in her life. Miller leered and squeezed the base of his bloated organ in his fist, making its blue veined length bound in his fingers. Then he slowly inclined hs hips forward, wickedly pressing the purplish head of his erection into the forbidden warmth of her asshole.
"Ungggghhhh!" Marjorie grunted. Instantly all the air expelled from her lungs, and in spite of herself she fell heavily into Jackson's chest. She could feel the hard moist flesh of Miller's dick pushing against her rectum, and it was the most wantonly depraved sensation she had ever imagined. "Stop it!" she shrieked fearfully. She grimaced and continued to flail her fists against Jackson's chest, doing everything she could to free herself from their intended rape. "No... oh God... no don't do that to me... no... stop it... leave me alone!"
"Hurry up, Miller," Jackson hissed wickedly. He glanced at Marjorie quickly, showing the depths of his gutturally sadistic desires. "We haven't got all day."
Behind her back Marjorie could hear Miller laughing. His fingers closed around her lithe hips and held her tightly; the hairs of his chest tickled against her spine as he leaned forward, pressing his torso warmly against her voluptuous body. Then she felt inch after inch of his meaty thickness boring into her rectum, the walls of her anus rending apart as he slowly but surely invaded her asshole with the throbbing stiffness of his erection.
"Awww awwww awwww wwwwwwwww!" Marjorie shrieked. For a moment there was no pain at all, only an insistently pulsing sensation that emanated from deep within her bowels. Then Miller tightened his grip around her hips and drove his blood engorged member into her sphincter much harder. Immediately Marjorie felt the first spasms of pain coursing through her rectum, filling her body with the most humiliating sensation she had ever known. A crimson flush coursed through her plump cheeks, widening her eyes with the captive fever of sodomy. Then she grimaced obscenely and writhed her buttocks senselessly on top of Jackson's body, mewling and whimpering with pain. "Awww God stop it!" she squealed. "Unggghhh ... stop it, take it out of me you're going to kill me with it! No ... oh God stop it... take it out!"
"Ahhhhh," Miller sighed. A lurid shudder ran up his spine, making his whole body ache with un-slacked passion. He smiled and looked down at the spectacle of his blue veined erection resting within the rubbery grip of Marjorie's rectum. He could feel the muscles of her anal sheath contracting around his member now, instinctively milking and sucking the length of his swollen stiffness deep inside her bowels. The feeling was very good; his testicles were heavy and congested along the underside of his dick; he knew he might cum at any moment. Miller shuddered repeatedly and momentarily closed his-eyes. Then with one violent movement of his hips he hammered his loins into her naked ass, burying every inch of his meaty erection into the puckered ring of asshole.
'Awwwnnnrrr ggghhh hhhhhh!" Marjorie shrieked. Her cheeks flushed beet red with agony; she grimaced gutturally, baring her teeth in an expression of pure pain. For a second she poised astride the impaling length of Jackson's prick, shivering and groaning as she felt the thickness of the two pronged cock invading her body. She didn't want to show them her pain; she didn't want them to humiliate her any more than they were already. But the force of her agony was too strong to be repressed. Marjorie squealed loudly and writhed helplessly astride Jackson's body. The length of Miller's organ felt simply enormous; she could feel it driving deep inside her bowels, like some horrible sexual machine. The walls of her rectum were distended unendurably; she was already sure she could feel the injured flow of her blood. "Stop it!" she bellowed. "Ungggh ... no ... no ... oh God stop it, take it outttt! Unggghh ... you're hurting me! God damn it! Stop it... unggg hhh... stop it take it out of me stop it right nowww ..."
Miller ignored her completely. Instead he only smiled luridly and repositioned himself behind the jiggling cheeks of her bare buttocks, making the shaft of his organ shift painfully inside her anal sheath. Marjorie could feel the muscles of her rectum clinging rubberily to his hardened length, and she knew that the clasping sensations must be giving her assailant extreme pleasure; she could feel the stalk of his phallus pulsating deep inside her body, responding obscenely to the forbidden pleasures of sodomy.
"Oh Christ ... oh good fucking Christ," Miller grunted obscenely. He winced anct raised his hands along Marjorie's torso, clasping his fingers lasciviously into the overripe globes of her swollen, bosom. Then he pulled bac^'Jiis hips, slowly withdrawing the length of his prick from her reeking anal orifice until only the head distended the fleshy lips. Marjorie groaned and bit her lip hard. It felt as if an enormous weight had been withdrawn from her body, and the vacuum inside her bowels was almost painful. With a heavy movement of his hips Miller again rammed his engored member into her asshole, filling the vacuum completely. Then he rhythmically bucked his hips behind the girlishly plump cheeks of her ass, ruthlessly fuck- ing her asshole with the long, throbbing stiffness of his swollen erection.
"Ungggghhhhh!" Marjorie groaned. Her lips parted in a dull gasp of overwhelming sensation; she widened her eyes and stared vaguely at the broad expanse of Jackson's chest. All thoughts seemed to have left her mind; conscious of the insistent invading presence stabbing through her forbidden orifice, fucking her rectum again and again. Whimpering, Marjorie let her head droop and relaxed completely against Jackson's chest. "Stop it," she repeated. "Unggggghhhh ... oh God please .. .stop it..." But her words were only an echo of the agony she had felt a minute before. Miller's ravaging strokes through her rectum were no longer painful. Instead the ass fucking was almost pleasurable, like a warm thick presence throbbing deep inside her bowels. But her humiliation was still there, and Marjorie knew there was nothing that would ever stop it. They were raping her, she thought tearfully. Both of them, just raping her, like she was worth nothing more than a dog. It was so humiliating. It was the most humiliating, demeaning, horrible thing....
"Go ahead, boss," Miller muttered softly. He winced and tightened his fingers around the swaying orbs of Marjorie's tits, making her nipples distend stiffly into his palms with the sensation. "She's ... unh ... she's ready for it now, boss. Go ahead and fuck her. Unh ... oh Christ is she tight ... both of us at once... oh Jesus ... it'll be good."
"All right," Jackson said softly. His lips curled into a sadistic smile, and his breathing came in heavy gasps; he was obviously more excited even than Miller was. Shuddering, the handsome executive began to buck his hips off the edge of the chair. Immediately Marjorie felt the massive stiffness of his engorged member again thrusting through the pouting lips of her moist pussy, the swollen length of his bloated organ sliding wetly through her gurgling cuntal slit. Jackson groaned and held her buttocks tightly for support. Then they were both fucking her frenetically at the same time, as hard and as fast as they were able to, hungrily reaming out her pussy and rectum with the stabbing impalement of their two pronged cock.
"You like that baby?" Miller grunted. He chuckled wickedly and intensified the fucking of her asshole, hammering his meaty erection repeatedly through the rubbery grip of her rectum. "Two big dicks at the same time... I'll bet you love it a lot. Don't you baby? Don't you?"
Marjorie flushed angrily and prepared to deliver her most bitterly vehement reply. Then her words caught in her throat, and she wound up saying nothing at all. For a moment she did not understand why. But the full impact of the realization quickly dawned on her, and when it did she felt more bewildered than ever before in her eighteen year old existence.
She was actually beginning to enjoy it. The throbbing in her anus was no longer painful, nor was it merely slightly titillating, like the scratching of an itch. Instead it was extremely pleasurable, and with every impalement of Miller's stiffened cock into her rectum the pleasure was growing more intense by the moment. Marjorie flushed and listened in confusion to the strange sensations emanating from her body. She could feel both of their big pricks inside her now, the connection of them between her pussy and asshole. The thickness of their two driving phalluses seemed to fill every pore in her body, fulfilling and satisfying her more than she had ever imagined.
"Oh God," Marjorie whispered softly. She bit her lip and gritted her teeth in an effort to concentrate. For one long, agonizing moment she tried to restrain the depraved sexual desires that had invaded her bowel tract. She knew that if she capitulated to the sodomistic ravishment she would be nothing to them anymore, and nothing to herself. The last moral taboo would have been lifted; she might as well declare herself their slave. She couldn't give in to it, she thought adamantly, couldn't give in, no matter what.....
But the pleasure shortly became too much for Marjorie to stand. A heavy shudder trembled up her spine, making her skin tingle and the muscles of her loins contract reflexively around the darting shafts of the two cocks. It was too good, she thought helplessly. Two of them at the same time, their big pricks, fucking her again and again; it was more pleasure than she could bear. Marjorie flushed shamefully and relaxed her expression, for the first time allowing the eager groans and whimpers to pour from her throat. Then she clasped her fingers around Jackson's shoulders and needfully began to grind her lithe hips between them, trying to get as much of their meaty dicks into her cunt and rectum as she possibly could.
"You like that now, don't you Marjorie?" Jackson asked cruelly. He smiled and delivered a particularly savage thrust of his engorged member into her hair fringed pussy, sending spasmodic waves of ecstasy coursing heavily through her vagina. "I said you like it now, don't you? Don't you?"
"Fuck me," Marjorie pleaded shamelessly. The depraved obscenity burbled hotly out of her lips, too quick and honest an expression of her desires for her to suppress it. Marjorie threw her arms around Jackson's neck and kissed him hotly, thrusting her moist tongue lasciviously into his lips. Then she began to gyrate her jiggling buttocks as frantically as she could, needfully meeting every stabbing thrust of their two-pronged member. "Unggggggg-hh harder! Oh God do it harder!" she moaned. "Aw- wwwwwwww fuck me, fuck my asshole I'm going to cum! Awwwwwgggghhhh yes ... awwwww yes fuck me ... oh God oh God it feels so good___"
"Jesus!" Miller grunted. He widened his eyes and studied Marjorie's luridly agonized expression almost in awe. Then he winced and dramatically intensified the rhythm of his fucking, furiously hammering his throbbing organ into her asshole in an animalisitc frenzy of sodomistic lust. "How you like that baby?" he grunted. "Ooh ... unggghh ... how you like that?"
"FUCK ME!" Marjorie shrieked hoarsely. She flared her nostrils salaciously and bucked that much harder between their bodies, wanting as much of Miller's meaty dick inside her anus as she could take. Wave after wave of gutteral heat poured through her bowel tract now, filling her whole body with the forbidden warmth of sodomy; she knew it would not be much longer before her orgasm. "Ung-gggghh ... ungggggh ... fuck me, fuck my asshole!" she moaned shamelessly. "Awwwwwww God ... that's so good... do it harder ... awwwwwnn-gggghh FUCK ME, AWWWWW FUCK ME AW-WW PLEEEAASSSSEEEE...."
The utter depravity of Marjorie's demands evidently put Miller completely over the edge. A convulsive shiver tightened his muscles, locking his whole body in position; for one exquisite second Marjorie felt the shaft of his cock swell to absolute hardness inside her asshole. Then the enormous load of his seminal fluid exploded from his twitching cum slit. The sperm gushed out of him in long angry spasms, filling her bowels completely and gurgling obscenely out of her sphincter to run down her thighs. Miller groaned and continued to work his blue veined member through the rubbery grip of her rectum, sighing as he felt her anal muscles milking around his swollen shaft and relieving his testicles of cum. Then he sighed and relaxed heavily into her torso, burying every inch of his still hard organ deep into her bowels.
That was more than Marjorie could take. As she felt Miller's gushing sperm flooding her bowels, her cheeks flushed bright crimson, and the lips of her labia contracted instinctively around Jackson's prick. Then she felt her lower back tighten into a knot, and she realized she was already in the throes of orgasm.
"Ungggghh! Fuck me!" Marjorie screamed. She grimaced and bucked wildly between their bodies, groaning and grunting as the spasms began to throb through her loins. "Awwwwwww God fuck me I'm cummingf Unggggghhhh! UNGGGHHHHHH! FUCK ME! AWWWWW FUCK ME HARDER I'M CUMMING! UNGGGHHHH AWWWWW CUUU-MMMMIIIINNGGGG...."
The sweetly consummating spasms burst through Marjorie's body with an almost agonizing intensity, racking her pussy and asshole again and again. Then, finally, it was over. Marjorie mewled softly and closed her eyes. Her mind raced with a welter of thoughts and recollections; she seemed unable to concentrate on anything at all. She knew she had just undergone the last phase of a metamorphosis, and she knew that the change represented the degradation of every ideal and principle she had ever held precious. But somehow she didn't care. Marjorie smiled shamelessly and rested her head against Jackson's chest. She could still feel his erect penis pounding through her cunt, but she was oblivious to it; she had already taken as much . pleasure as her body could stand. Nothing mattered to her anymore; she couldn't remember anything; they had won, and she didn't even care. Fucking is so good, she thought. It was the only pleasure that still remained with her, and she knew she still wanted it very badly. She wanted to feel it again and again, from Jackson and Miller as well. She wanted to feel it every day for the rest of her life.
Chapter 8
The dream was hazy and slow in forming, like the shape of an object suddenly seen beneath the current of a rushing stream. But when it did form it was not hazy at all, and in retrospect Marjorie would remember it as one of the most painfully vivid dreams she had ever had. In the dream she was simply having a conversation with Gladys Kucipak, a bland and nearly forgotten grammar school friend, with whom she had played skip rope and hopscotch as a little girl. The two of them were standing in front of the Renston drug store in the dream, and Gladys was listening attentively as Marjorie told her something. The dream contained no hint of what she was saying, and it was somehow implicit in the dream that what she said didn't matter. All she knew was that Gladys was listening. Marjorie kept on talking, and Gladys was a middle-aged woman, that she was at least forty years old. Then she realized that she was past forty too. She was forty or forty-two or forty-five, practically an old woman now, with twenty years gone past unnoticed, and everything in Renston having remained the same. It was the most horrible thing Marjorie had ever imagined. But in the dream neither Gladys nor she were horrified at all. Instead they only continued with their conversation, the dry, dull, mechanical gossip of two spinsters past their prime in a small town that had never had a prime at all. Gladys blinked her eyes and nodded attentively. Marjorie continued speaking, conscious of every movement of her lips, the feel of her withering forty year old skin, the laugh lines around her eyes. Gladys smiled faintly and nodded again. Behind her was the coin-operated scale that had stood in front of the Renston drugstore as long as they could remember. All around them the light was bright and clear and warm, endless and hollow, like the painting of a sunrise Marjorie had once seen on a high school field trip to an insane asylum.
Gladys nodded and giggled politely. Marjorie felt her lips moving on and on.;..
Then it was very dark and cold, and the eighteen year old Marjorie was lying on her back on her bed 'at home, her mother's quilts strewn all about her. The only light was the pale iris of the moon, shining balefully through the window of hte bedroom. She could see and feel the darkness all around her, watch the shadows upon her desk and bureau and alarm clock, all the things she had left behind her in Renston a month ago. Her ivory skin felt hot and clammy under the sheer fabric of her nightie, and she realized that she had been sweating profusely as she slept. Marjorie automatically lifted her hand and felt her cheek. Her skin was soft and supple; she wasn't forty at all; she was still eighteen, and it had just been a dream. Marjorie moved her fingers across her face and felt her lips. They were wide open, and for a moment she couldn't understand why. Then she realized that the room was not silent, that she was still screaming as loud as she couid. "Marjorie?! Marjorie! Jesus Christ! You okay?" The bedroom door was pushed suddenly inward, revealing a human silhouette framed by the hallway light. Then the ceiling lamp was flicked on, and Marjorie stopped screaming and closed her eyes as her bedroom was flooded with light. The bedroom door was slammed shut, and she heard the figure walking across the room, felt the mattress give as he sat next to her on the bed. When Marjorie was able to open her eyes she was fully awake for the first time, lying sweating and shivering in her bedroom of her parents' house in Renston. Steve, her twenty year old brother, was sitting next to her. He was in his pajamas, and his longish brown hair was touseled. He was looking at her worriedly.
"You okay?" Steve asked anxiously. "Marjorie? Hey, sis, you awake? Are you okay?"
Marjorie moaned and blinked her eyes. There was a dull ache in her right temple, and in spite of the cold she could still feel the sweat glistening on her naked, milk white skin. Her nipples were distended stiffly against the sheer fabric of her nightie, and for some reason her pussy felt moist and warm. Marjorie shuddered and looked down at herself. It occurred to her vaguely that she was practically naked, that she should reach down for the quilt and cover herself for the sake of modesty. But she dismissed the instinctive thought quickly, instead groaning and resting her head against the headboard. She didn't have to cover herself in front of Steve. He was her brother; this was Renston; she wasn't in the big city anymore.
"Marjorie?" Steve repeated. He lifted his arm and gently shook his sister's bare shoulder. "Hey sis, would you say something? are you okay?"
"Yes," Marjorie whispered huskily. She smiled faintly and looked at Steve gratefully. "Thank you for . . . I'm sorry ... if I was screaming. I'm fine."
"What was it?"
"I had a.. . dream," Marjorie sighed absently. "A nightmare, something, I don't know. I must have frigntened me."
"A dream? What was it about?"
"I don't know," Marjorie murmured. She smiled suddenly and almost laughed. "I just... it was just a bad dream. I'm fine now. Nothing's wrong. Thank you for coming. I'm fine."
Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at his younger sister with brotherly concern. They had not been particularly close as youngsters, but since Marjorie had flowered into womanhood he had treated her with more consideration and affection than he had shown either of their parents. Now it was obvious that he was worried about her psychological health. Both of them knew that'Marjorie had had few nightmares as a child, and both of them knew that she had certainly never awakened screaming in the middle of the night. Steve frowned and squirmed closer to his sister on the bed.
"Well, I'd better sit up with you awhile," he said adamantly. "Talk a little."
"No really^ Steve, that's okay." Marjorie smiled and patted her brother's hand. "It was just a bad dream. I'm still not used to being home, I guess. I'll be fine. You have to go to work tomorrow, remember? Honest, I'm fine."
"No, we better talk," Steve replied. "If you went back to sleep now you might have the same dream all over again. Why don't you try to tell me what it was about?"
Marjorie sighed wearily and stared vacantly at her long, unblemished legs, naked under the hem of the small nightie.
"I don't really know what it was about," she said hesitantly. "I was . .. talking to somebody, and all of a sudden I got the feeling that I was really old, that my whole life was gone. ..."
"Yeah?"
"But it isn't the dream," Marjorie continued. "I'm just not used to being home yet, that's all. I mean, here I am, in Renston for God's sake, and this is just the place I swore I'd never live in again."
"You really feel bad about having to leave the city, huh?" Steve asked.
Marjorie turned her head and studied her brother's expression. Steve seemed pensive and moody, and as she realized his unselfish concern for her welfare she felt her mind flood with her sisterly love for him. But he would never understand, and it was no use trying to explain it to him. Marjorie closed her eyes and let her head fall back into the pillows. Steve fidgeted nervously and remained seated at her side, like a vigilant watchdog. It was all so confusing, Marjorie thought dreamily. Two weeks ago she'djust been getting used to her posi- tion as Walter Jackson's 'secretary,' and now it was as if she'd never left Renston at all. The only memory she had of the city was the clear picture of her failure.
She was just a whore to Walter Jackson. The realization was extremely embarrassing to her, but as she considered it she knew that it was the only word. As far as he was concerned she was just an attractive, stupid, eighteen year old whore. He'd never intended to keep her on as his secretary-mistress, with her new salary and special office hours. Instead he'd only used her for awhile until he'd gotten tired of her, then thrown her out the nearest window like a used napkin. For two weeks, Marjorie reminded herself, for two weeks she'd served Jackson in her 'special capacity', as he so wonderfully put it. Then he got rid of her, and when all was said and done she had barely enough for the bus ticket home.
And for two weeks she'd enjoyed herself as much as she had in her entire life. A shameful blush spread through Marjorie's cheeks, and she turned her head slightly to conceal her expression from her brother. That was the worst part. If she had hated it from beginning to end it would have been a little better, because at least then she could have left with some of her dignity intact. But she'd loved every single, delicious second. Two weeks had passed since the first encounter with Jackson and Miller, and every weekday Walter had fucked her several times on the couch of his plush office. So had Miller, and so had two other executives that Jackson felt obliged to humor with the forbidden pleasures of her body. In that time she had become literally addicted to the delights of her own sexuality. Before she had been a normal girl, with average appetites; now she almost felt like a nymphomaniac. In those two weeks she'd averaged four sexual experiences daily/arid even that hadn't been enough for her. She needed their big pricks now-.. She'd looked forward to the good hard fucking one of the four men gave her every other hour, and the feel of their throbbing organs in her pussy or asshole or mouth could make her cum instantaneously. When Jackson had told her to 'get lost' (She still had. trouble believeing that those were his very words.) her greatest regret had not been that she would have to return home, that all her dreams of finding a better life in the big city had failed. Instead it was only that she would not have them to satisfy the lascivious needs of her sexual heat. She had almost been tempted to tell Jackson that she would continue to fuck all four of them for free.
But she hadn't, and now she was back in Renston. Marjorie blinked open her eyes and glanced at her brother. He was really the only friend she had in the world now. Her parents were off visiting a sick relative in another state, and though she hadn't seen them yet she had little doubt that they would receive her coldly when they returned. None of her old friends in Renston could understand her problems, and she had no inclination to try to explain. It had been a week since she had stepped off the bus that had taken her back from the city, and she had spent almost all her time by herself. Her brother was the only one she wanted to be with. For . seven days they'd spent almost all their times together in the big house after he got off work, and Marjorie had come to appreciate his company very much. Just watching television with him, or having dinner, or sitting around the living room talking... it felt as if that was the only pleasure she had left. If only he wasn't her brother, Marjorie thought wistfully. Then she could have sex with him too.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asked. "Honest, you don't look that good."
Marjorie glanced at her brother and smiled affectionately. "No Steve, honest, I'm fine."
"If you want I guess I could leave now," Steve said helpfully. "It's probably too late to have that same dream again. Do you want to be alone?"
"No, that's okay, if you don't mind," Marjorie said. She placed her hand protectively on her brother's pajama-clad thigh and grinned. "As long as I've got you up I suppose I could use the company. Maybe if we could just sit for awhile."
"Sure," Steve said quickly. He moved up on the mattress, resting his shoulder against the headboard and stretching his legs out next to his sister's body. "Believe me, that's okay. I understand. I'll stay as long as you want me to," Marjorie smiled contentedly and shut her eyes. For perhaps ten minutes the two of them sat quietly on the bed, Marjorie allowing her thoughts to drift easily through her mind and Steve watching her occasionally. After awhile Marjorie folded her hands behind her head and began to study the objects in her room. It was a harmless diversion, one guaranteed to keep her mind from her real problems. Besides, it was rather interesting. Most everything in her bedroom had been there since she. was a little girl, and studying the individual pieces brought back sentimental memories that she had long forgotten. Marjorie smiled slightly and let her eyes wander from the alarm clock to the teddy bear on the bureau, past her grandmother's hope chest to the monopology game Steve and she had squabbled over as children. Finally Marjorie found her eyes resting on Steve's pajamas. She wasn't sure why she was looking there, but for some reason they fascinated her more than anything else in the room. Marjorie focused her eyes and stared unconsciously at her brother's loins. The opening in his pajama bottoms was parted slightly because of the way he was sitting. She could see through it, could see his thick black pubic hair and the flaccid trunk of his penis. Her brother had a big penis, Marjorie realized idly. She turned her glance slightly and studied the lump of his soft prick as it stood against his thigh. Why, it was a very big penis. This was the first time she'd looked at it at all since they'd been little children, and Steve had certainly grown quite a bit since then. His dick was obviously in an un-aroused state, but her newfound experience with men told Marjorie that it would undoubtedly be an enormous, long, thick erection when it was hard. She had had no idea her brother was so well endowed, Marjorie thought lazily. She turned her head almost imperceptibly against the pillow and looked more closely at what she could see of her brother's member. Why, it wasn't just big; it was simply huge! Steve had an extremely big penis. So had Jackson, and so had Miller, but nothing like this. Steve obviously had the biggest penis she had ever seen.
Suddenly Marjorie realized that she was getting very horny. Her large pink nipples were as stiff as two little rocks under her sheer nightie, and she could feel the pouting lips of her pussy moistening and warming with her incestuous arousal. Marjorie flushed slightly and tried to tell herself to stop staring at her brother's big dick. But she couldn't seem to do it. The more she looked at his organ the more excited she got, seeing the glimpse of the base through the opening of his pajamas, trying to imag ine what it would be like when it got nice and stiff and hard. A tremor ran thr/nigh her spine, and the flush in her cheeks reddened. She was going to ask her own brother to fuck her, Marjorie realized. Two months ago that.would have been beyond the realm of her wildest imagination, but now she knew deep down inside that she was already on the verge of seducing him. The big city had really done its trick on her, she thought bitterly. First Henry, then Rick, then Jackson and all the rest. They'd introduced her to the pleasures of oralism and analism, and for two weeks four men had fucked her every day. Oh, it had really done its trick, all right. She wanted to fuck her own brother. She really was a whore . ..
"Steve?" Marjorie whispered huskily.
"Yeah?"
"Steve, could you . . . well, this is kind of embarrassing . .. but all of a sudden I feel really cold and lonely somehow. It's hard to explain, but . .. could you .. . you know ... lie next to me in bed?" Marjorie smiled and looked at her brother anxiously. "I don't know why, but I really feel the need to be close to somebody."
Steve pursed his lips and hesitated. For the first time in a week Marjorie saw her brother glance at her body, and as he looked at her mouthwateringly curvaceous nakedness through the transparent nightie she could tell by his expression that he was guiltily considering the same idea she was. Marjorie turned her hips on the bed and faced him as she lay on her side, smiling expectantly. Her nipples and pubic vee were clearly visible through the sheer fabric, and she could see Steve gulp nervously. Then he nodded his head almost grimly and lay on the mattress on his side facing her. Marjorie glanced at his pajamas; already she could see his big organ swelling slightly with excitement.
"What ... what do you want me to do?" Steve asked quietly.
"Just hold me," Marjorie said simply. She smiled and squirmed on the mattress towards him. Then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly, sighing as she felt her breasts flatten against his chest and their loins press closely together. "Ooooh, that feels nice!" she purred. "I hope you don't mind hugging me like this, Steve, but I just feel. .. I don't know.. .so by myself. If we could just lie here together like this for awhile I'd feel a lot better."
"No, no problem," Steve said hesitantly. "Any thing you want, sis. No problem."
Steve draped his arms around Marjorie's slender, bare shoulders and returned her embrace, hugging her affectionately as they lay side by side on the bed. But his cheeks were flushed almost beet red, and it was obvious that he was worried about the effects his sister's beautiful body might have on his libido. Marjorie sighed salaciously and pressed more tightly against him, rubbing her big stiff nip-pled breasts against his chest, pressing her long tapering legs lasciviously into his thighs. Steve groaned and shuddered. Almost immediately Marjorie felt the shaft of his meaty organ swelling stiffly with blood, pulsing to erection luridly against the flat expanse of her belly. A second later it was as big and hard as a rock. Steven shuddered again and made a vague attempt to pull away from her so that his huge dick wouldn't touch his sister's body. But it was no use. Marjorie could feel the length of his engorged member plainly against her loins as they embraced, the blue veined thickness of it beating and twitching against her pubic vee through her nightie.
"Why, Steven!" Marjorie exclaimed. She giggled coyly and glanced unashamedly at the blatant lump in her brother's pajamas. "Is something wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Marjorie," Steve croaked hoarsely. He blushed fiercely and managed a weak smile. "I guess I'm only human, you know."
"I really didn't mean to excite you, Steve," Marjorie said. She widened her eyes and looked at him innocently, their faces only inches apart. "Honestly, I just wanted someone to hug me. I didn't think you'd get excited by your own sister."
"Well, like I said, I'm sorry," Steve replied embarrassedly. He gulped hard and glanced furtively at the womanly fullness of his sister's bosom, flattened lasciviously against his chest. "You do have a pretty, you know, incredible body. It's just instinctive, I guess. You know ..."
"I don't know, Steve," Marjorie whispered. "It really astonishes me that you'd get such a big erection lying like this with your sister. Do you really want to have sex with me that badly?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why is your cock so big and hard?"
Steve blushed fiercely and averted his eyes. A delicious tingling stirred through Marjorie's pussy, and she felt her clitoris distending with her excitement. She knew that it would be better to prolong the seduction, but she could no longer help herself. She needed to have her brother's throbbing prick immediately. Sighing, Marjorie pushed her hand between their bodies and insinuated her fingers into the opening of his pajamas. Her hand closed around the bloated stalk of his organ, and as she felt the meaty thickness of it against her palm the heat in her wet cunt worsened considerably. Marjorie tightened her fingers and squeezed his cock hard. Then she quickly pulled his member through the opening of his pajamas, revealing her brother's stiffened penis in all its naked glory.
"Marjorie!" Steve gasped and widened his eyes, staring at his wanton sister in utter shock. "Marjorie, what do you think you're doing..."
"It's okay, Steven," Marjorie purred. She smiled unashamedly and gently began to stroke the loose flesh of his throbbing erection up and down, masturbating him as they embraced. "You can have sex with me if you want it. It doesn't matter at all."
Chapter 9
"Marjorie, you better not do this. I mean it. This is really getting out of hand. You'd better stop. I mean it, right now!"
Marjorie only giggled kittenishly and continued to stroke her brother's rampant phallus up and down with her hand. She could tell by his expression that he was extremely excited by now, and she knew from experience that he would soon succumb to his incestuous desires. Besides, she wouldn't have stopped even if he had really wanted to. Her pussy felt as if it was on fire, and the feel of her brother's enormous member was making her incredibly horny. She could feel the thickness of it pulsing against her palm, and she could feel the turgid shaft moistening as his seminal drippings seeped luridly down the stalk of his prick. Marjorie lowered her eyes and stared down their bodies. The bulbous head of Steve's cock seemed to be pointing at her like a purple mushroom, spongy and thick and obviously completely hard. Marjorie lifted her head and studied her brother's expression. Then she squirmed closer to him and wantonly lifted the hem of her nightie up to her waist, silently encouraging him to fuck her.
"Marjorie, I mean it, you better stop right now," Steve said excitedly. "I'm really losing control of myself. It'll be incest if we do it. We'll never forget it for the rest of our lives."
"I don't care, Steve. I want your cock inside me," Marjorie mewled. She lifted her leg and draped her thigh over her brother's hip, lifting her lush pubic mound into him so that the twitching glans of his organ was only inches from the pouting lips of her pussy. Then she hotly began to grind and pump her loins into him, moving in the unmistakable rhythms of copulation. "Fuck me, Steve," she hissed throatily. "I don't care if it's incest. I'm so horny I can't stand it. Just fuck me!"
"Marjorie ... oh God, Marjorie ... oh God ..."
Steve shut his eyes and grimaced intently, obviously making a last effort to control the force of his raging genital heat. Then his ravenous desire for his sister's body evidently caught up with him. Groaning, he reached between their bodies and clasped the blue veined trunk of his engorged member. Marjorie squealed delightedly and pressed that much closer. Steve skillfully lifted his hips, inserting the bulbous crown of his erection into the hair fringed slit of his sister's tight vagina.
"Oh Steve, that feels so good," Marjorie sighed. A wanton thrill of arousal coursed through her loins, filling her whole body with the first pleasure of copulation. She could feel the head of her brother's meaty erection inside her cunt now, its thickness spreading the pouting labial lips far apart. Marjorie whimpered and began to pump her hips furiously on the mattress, thrusting her vagina again and again into the throbbing stiffness of Steve's organ. "Put it all the way in me now, Steve," she hissed needfully. "Go ahead, put your cock all the way in my pussy. It feels really good. Go ahead, go ahead! Fuck me!"
Steve gasped and momentarily shut his eyes. Then he moved his hips steadily into his sister's nakedly splayed thighs, gradually sliding the entirety of his blood engorged member into the clinging depths of her exquisitely tight cunt. Marjorie moaned and clasped her thigh tightly around his waist, clutching his shoulders with her fingers as she felt her vagina completely penetrated by the hugeness of his prick.
"Oh Steve, your dick is so big," she whimpered lasciviously. "My clitoris... I'm going to cum really fast. I can feel it already. Oh Jesus, your penis is so big! Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me hard, I just can't wait!"
Steve remained motionless between his sister's thighs and shut his eyes. His expression was dreamy and beatific, indicating the extreme pleasure he took in the tightness of her hair fringed fissure as it wetly encased the pink hardness of his bloated organ. Sighing, Steve held the hem of her nightie and moved it completely up her body to her upper chest, revealing all of her pubic triangle and the swollen globes of her milk White breasts. His hands left her shoulders and dug hungrily into her ample mammaries, squeezing and milking the spongy flesh as if he expected to draw milk from the dusky pink nipples. Slowly but surely he began to rock back and forth as he lay next to her on the bed, sliding the throbbing stiffness of his member greasily in and out of her cunt.
"Fuck me Steve, fuck me!" Marjorie squealed. She moaned and pumped her buttocks frantically into him, urging him as best she could to intensify the rhythm of their fornication. "Unhh unhh ungggggg hhhhhh! It's so big, it's so big and hard, I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, darling! I can feel it already, I'm gonna cum so much! Fuck my cunt, Steven! Fuck me fuck me fuck me ..."
Steve moved his hands almost reluctantly from Marjorie's heavy breasts and clutched his fingers into the lithe taper of her hips. Then he quickly began to grind his lean buttocks back and forth, finally concentrating seriously on the sweetly convulsive movements of copulation. His glistening phallus darted steadily in and out of Marjorie's hair fringed vagina, chafing against her clitoris with each stroke and shooting deeper and deeper towards her womb. Marjorie gasped wantonly and threw her arms around his shoulders, embracing him as she felt her body overwhelmed by the sensations of their fucking. It had been over a week since Jackson had last given her his cock, and she had not realized until now how horny she had been for sexual attention. She needed sex now. The big city had revealed the pleasure to her, and she couldn't do without it again. She needed to be fucked several times a day, and it made little difference to her if she happened to be related to the man whose penis was pumping deep inside her. She loved Steve. She loved him as a brother, and she loved the size and beauty of his raging erection, hammering through her spread pussy lips again and again. She loved her brother so much.
"Harder, Steve," Marjorie moaned hoarsely. "Go ahead and fuck me harder, I'm gonna cum. Unggg-hhhhh! oh Steve . .. your big cock .. . awwwwng ggghhhhhh fuck me! I'm going to cum, Steve, Steve ... harder .. . fuck me harder now ... unggghhh! Unh unh unh unh unh.. .."
Steve winced and twisted against his sister's body, until they were halfway between a side-to-side and a missionary.position. His throbbing erection continued to thrust and pump through her hair fringed slit, ravaging her cuntal orifice so steadily that the bed squeaked obscenely beneath them. Groaning, he dropped his head and buried his face into the sweat-coated orbs of her bosom. His lips found her stiff, reddish nipple and he eagerly began to suck it, drawing the distended tip of her breast deep into his mouth.
That was enough to put Marjorie over the edge. For one long, agonizing moment, as her brother sucked her tit and worked his engorged member through her clasping pussy, she gasped and remained motionless against him. Then the delicious warmth exploded through her loins, and she realized that she was on the verge of one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Marjorie shrieked arid clung helplessly to Steve's shoulders as the first spasms began to wrack her body. Then she hungrily pumped her pussy into him as fast as she could, flaring her nostrils with animalish pleasure as she felt the entirety of his bloated organ embed itself in- to the clinging warmth of her tight, orgasming vagina.
"Fuck me Steve!" Marjorie cried. "Unggg ggg-hhh! Oh God, fuck me now, I'm cumming! Awww-nnn ggghhhhh! I can feel it now. .. harder! Fuck me harder, oh God I'm cumming! UNGGGGGGHHH HHH HHH I'M CUMMING! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . AWWWWWW AWWWWWWWWW WWW I'M CUUUMMMIII NNNNNNGGGGGGGGG..."
The spasms of cumming poured repeatedly through Marjorie's loins, making the walls of her pussy contract convulsively around the blue veined stiffness of her brother's swollen member. For a moment the shaft of Steve's organ grew to absolute hardness inside her cunt, throbbing furiously with its engorgement of blood. Then his testicles contracted, and the thick load of his semen spewed explosively from his cum slit. The white gushers of sperm squirted into Marjorie's pussy again and again, filling her pink sheath completely and burbling in a lewd stream down the insides of her thighs. Steve grimaced with his agonizing pleasure and eagerly pumped his emptying dick in and out of her vagina, sighing as the last droplets of cum oozed out of his spongy cock head.
Then their first incestuous coupling was completed. With a kittenish whimper Marjorie tossed her arms around Steve's shoulders and clung protectively to his strong body, smiling as she felt his enormous erection begin to soften inside her cunt. She did not have to ask herself if she felt guilty or ashamed of what she had just done. In all her experiences in the city the guilt had been present, and as soon as the wild heat of her sexual passion was completed she would feel her shame bearing down on her like a vise. But this time she had lost the guilt entirely. She needed her brother desperately. She had returned home a failure, and she couldn't help feeling that she would be doomed to live in Renston for the rest of her life. The only friend she had was her brother. She needed Steve, Marjorie thought adamantly. She needed his companionship, and she needed the intense sexual pleasure that only a man could give her. It didn't matter that they were sister and brother. If anything that only made their fucking so much better, because there could be no doubting the sincerity of their love. Already Marjorie could feel herself looking forward unashamedly to doing it with her "again and again. Their sex would be the only pleasure she had in Renston, the only thing that would make her life worth living. She loved her brother so much.
"You liked that, didn't you Steve?" Marjorie whispered. She tightened her arms around his shoulders and looked anxiously into his eyes. "Steven? You don't feel bad now that it's over, do you? We can do it again?"
