"It's time for your first lesson," Brace Daniels said. "So take your clothes off." He laughed. It was a deep laugh.
Carol Thomas laughed, too. Then she said, "Go to hell," and she laughed again.
"Wrap your firm, young, dreamy, delicious body in a sheet," Brace went on easily, "and meet me in the massage room. As I said, it's lesson time."
Carol looked at him, uncertain.
"Or," Brace said quietly, "stay here on the desk. Don't learn to massage the ladies' muscles. Don't double your salary. Stay right here on the front desk for a lousy hundred a week." He grinned.
Carol went to the ladies' locker room and took off her clothes and wrapped herself in a sheet and went to the, massage room.
"Lay down," Brace said. "On that table."
"I will not. I will lie down on that table."
"This is no time for a grammar lesson. I'm going to rub your dreamy, delightful body. Right now!"
"You're going to rub the sheet," Carol said. "If you touch my body, I'll clobber you!" She stretched out on the table, face down.
"Now," Brace said, "we begin with the trapezius, that's here. Not too hard. Steady pressure, from the shoulder to the neck. See?" He massaged her, telling her how to do it's he worked his hands.
Carol sighed, and said softly, "Relaxing. Warm."
"Now-the latissimus dorsi, and then we move on down to the ridges of muscle along the spine. A slow, even pressure here. Circular motion. Nice, huh? And later, when you're lulled into a sense of false security, I'll get down to where it really counts. You'll be putty in my hands. You'll throw yourself at me with whimpering, moaning sounds. I'll seduce you, Carol. Just wait and see."
"No way," she answered. "You may put me to sleep, but you'll never seduce me. Give it up, boss. You're wasting your time."
"I'll make it, you'll see. You're a warm-blooded girl"
"I'm a chunk of Ice."
"You're warm, firm, curving, delicious. And don't tell me that I don't know about flesh. That's my specialty, remember? It's the only thing I ever concentrated on."
"I know," Carol said. "You studied female anatomy, using the touch system, and you know all about the muscles and the sex. organs and--"
"Right on, Carol, and I know something about those psychological hangups that some chicks have, too. I haven't been able to figure out yours yet, but I'm working on it."
Bruce moved his hands down to her feet. The sheet didn't reach all the way down. His fingers began to work on her ankle, massaging it as she noticed how his chest rose and fell almost as excitedly as her own. He had stopped talking now. She felt the flush of her own sex drive filling her body. Bruce's face was flushed, and she had no doubts about what was causing it. Even the feel of his fingers moving along her ankle and then slightly higher, caused a sudden rush of pleasure as her cunt began to get moist and swampy, the walls of her pussy dampening with the growing heat and ardor of her lust.
If Bruce realized how lie was affecting her, he said nothing.
Bruce kept massaging her ankles. "A little higher I think," she said, finally breaking the silence, hoping Bruce wouldn't stop.
But had she been able to read Bruce's thoughts at that exact moment, all her fears of disappointment would have been immediately set right. For the muscular masseur was barely able to control his growing excitement. He had only been teasing her, but now he was carried away with himself. His hands moved higher, up, up the sheet along the girl's calf, fondling and kneading her flesh as she tried wiggling toward him.
She glanced around at his crotch as he stood over her. And, sure enough, she was pleased to see that the rounded bulge of his cock had definitely gotten larger. The swelling seemed disproportionate, too pronounced to be taken lightly.
It tented up the front of his tight jeans as she detected a slight movement behind the fly to his pants. The warmth increased and she pushed herself backwards, unable to stop herself, not wanting to mask her growing pleasure and delight.
Now Carol pushed herself up on her elbows and rolled over on her back. The sheet partially covered her still. This movement didn't seem to deter Bruce from his goal.
Just the way his hands moved, how they were now openly caressing her calf, excited her incredibly. She kept staring at the outline of his dick and then fell back against the soft padded massage table, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her, to ravish her just the way she wanted it to happen.
"Carol," he started to say, looking at her as she reclined on the table."
But she didn't answer him.
She waited with bated breath until it finally happened. From her calf he moved his fingers lightly up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he was gently brushing his hands against her thighs and she whimpered softly, egging him on, almost begging to be taken and used in any manner he saw fit. Bruce could not control himself.
The very sight of her lying there, her firm pear-shaped tits poking forward, the nipples distended and pressing tautly against the thin sheet, drove him mad with lust.
And when he glanced up under the sheet, he could see the barest hint of her pubic mound, lying there, just waiting for him to use it in any manner he desired. His fingers stole up her thighs and she kept murmuring softly, refusing to open her eyes.
She felt his hands openly caressing her, no longer shy or diffident, grazing the insides of her thighs and gently raising up the sheet until she felt it being pulled around her waist. And then Bruce moaned hotly and gasped. Opening her eyes, Carol saw him ogling her naked pussy, the tip of his tongue slipping out of his parted lips, moistening his mouth as his fingers trembled and then he mumbled something under his breath and pressed his hand flat against her naked quivering cunt.
"Bruce!" she said aloud. "What are you doing?"
"I told you from the start what I was going to do." It was the first time he'd spoken since he started on her feet. "Do you want me to stop?" He looked at her, when he asked this.
"Oh, I suppose not!" she grinned, then added, "It feels so nice. Do it some more."
The way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made her cunt juice gush down, moistening her crack. Her lips were pulsating and she arched her back, pushing her box flat against his hand until there was no hiding her intentions.
He stared at her quivering box with a gleam in his eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, feeling the way her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glistening and wet with sap. Carol opened her legs even wider, goading him on as the thin outer lapels of flesh parted slightly, revealing the hidden mysteries of her tight young vagina.
They would not be mysteries for long.
Carol had wondered how long it would be that she could hold out on Brace. She knew when she went to work for him that it wouldn't be too long.
She'd met him at a pool party in the back yard of one of her friends' houses. When she saw him for the first time she was stunned. Bulging muscles in the right places. Big shoulders, big arms, chest. Everything rippled and gleamed as Brace climbed out of the pool and stood under the bright sun. No fat anywhere. No bulges in the wrong places. He was all lean, hard muscle and suntan and white teeth. A streak of gray on each side of his head above the ears, and brown hair on top, not too long, not too short. Light brown eyes, almost gold, gave him a tawny look, like a big cat. Very exciting.
When they were introduced, Brace said all the right things to Carol. Very polite. But his eyes went over her body frankly, appraisingly, as if she were a side of beef that he was about to buy for his gourmet restaurant. And she guessed she looked at his body, too. It was interesting. So much muscle in those brief swimming trunks.
"You must work out in a gym," Brace said.
"No," Carol said. "A supermarket. But I get just as tired there."
"No way," Brace said. "You didn't develop the pectoralis majoris muscles by punching the keys on a cash register." He looked at her breasts. A professional look. Cool. Appraising.
"Oh, them," Carol said. "Shucks, I've always had them big ol' things."
"You should come down to my gym," Brace said. "A little work and exercise to really get you in top shape. Some time on the pulleys. Some leg extension. Some exercises to--"
"I'll try to squeeze you in," Carol said jokingly, "between the swimming, tennis, riding, the bridge club, the garden club, civic responsibilities, charity projects, and--"
"What's more important than your health?" Brace asked.
"Making a living?" Carol answered. "Food, rent, all that kinda stuff."
He laughed as Carol moved away. She asked her girl friend, "What kind of a nut is he?"
"Oh," the friend replied, "he's okay. He runs a health club and he really digs the physical culture thing. Sharp guy, though."
"He's a fanatic," Carol said. "He's not real. I Imagined him."
That was the first time she saw Brace Daniels, and she thought it wouldn't wreck her life if she never met him again. Muscles are fine, she figured, but making a career of muscles is just too much for a grown man. She did meet him again, though, at any other party. It was a clothes-on party. Dancing on a patio. Cocktails. Food. Bruce asked her to dance, and she was again reminded of the muscles. He held her close and led her through intricate steps. In dancing, as in any form of physical activity, Bruce was expert. Smooth. Coordinated.
"You haven't come to my gym," Bruce said as they danced.
"Blame it on the garden club," Carol said sarcastically. "It's been taking my time."
"We're open evenings," he said. "Saturdays, Sundays, you name it."
"Oh, there's the opera," Carol said. "Symphonies, charity balls, night clubs."
"Okay, Carol," Bruce said, 'let's not go into the daily-bread bit again. I have a reason for wanting you to come to the gym,"
"Oh, wow," she said. "Look you're entitled to try to seduce me, but do I have to build up my muscles first? You never can tell. I might be a pretty good lay just the way I am."
"That's not it. Look, maybe I have a job for you."
"A job? With these little bitty ol' muscles? No way."
"The girl I have on the front desk is going to have a baby," he said. "And pretty soon, too."
"She's leaving the gym? The sacred gym? For shame. For shame!"
"You start at a hundred a week," Bruce said. "If you like the place, I'll teach you how to give massages, and you can make twice that much."
"I get it. I rub the big, hairy he-men in the back room, and I'm on my own after hours. After theirs. After yours."
"I don't run that land of place." He spoke quietly, and there was a sudden dignity in his voice. The men instructors give massages to the men customers, and women massage the women."
"I'm sorry, Bruce," Carol said. "That was a lousy joke." The music stopped, and they stood there and looked at each other.
"Absolutely no seduction takes place in my gym," Bruce said, "except that I'll make a pass at you every couple of days." He came on with a big grin and looked down at Carol's tits.
"My land of guy," she laughed. "Don't mix business with pleasure."
A week later he telephoned Carol. He asked her to come down to his health club and take a look.
"If you like the looks of the place, Carol," he said, "we'll talk about your working for me. If you don't like it, you can walk away and forget it. You won't lose anything but the time. Okay?"
She went to the gym. Bruce Daniels' Health Club. Weights and pulleys and machines, all chrome and mirrors and linoleum floors. Steam rooms and sauna rooms and locker rooms and shower rooms and massage rooms. Fancy. It looked like money.
"A hundred a week for your work on the front desk," Bruce said. "And that's easy enough. Answering the telephone, keeping attendance records, so we can remind the customers when it's time to pay up again, and a little simple bookkeeping. You can learn it in a week. Later, if you like the idea, I'll teach you to give massages. Five bucks for a thirty-minute massage. Make your own appointments. Work as much as or as little as you want to in the massage room. Try it, Carol."
She decided to try it. She gave notice at the supermarket and went to work for Bruce Daniels. And now he was teaching 'her the massage bit after trying for two weeks.
"Bruce, what are you doing?" she was brought back to the present. "It feels so good, having you touch me there. Is it a part of the massage bit?" she grinned.
He reached down with both hands, gently spreading apart the narrow outer lips to reveal her clitoris poking forward from the top of her vulva. The little pea-shaped morsel of flesh wiggled its enticements and the man felt his cock swelling heatedly inside his pants.
Throwing all caution to the winds, he suddenly groaned loudly arid flung himself down between her legs, smashing his mouth against her quivering and juicy box. Carol arched her pubis, pushed it toward him and clawed at the table.
She felt his tongue swooping out, diving right inside and curling around her clitoris. It was long and wet and raspy and she began to moan with growing pleasure as he licked and tongued her moist and slippery vagina.
"More. Do it more!" she kept repeating, looking down between her legs as Bruce panted and tongued her with short lapping strokes, nuzzling her box with his face. She felt his spittle come drooling out of his mouth, mingling with her juices.
The heat of her passionate lust was building up, far quicker than when she had been screwed before. When she took the job at the supermarket she'd only been out of high school two weeks, and she had been fucked exactly two times in her life, she remembered, sadly.
Now the heat was growing uncontrollable and she kept pushing toward him as he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his tongue pistoning in and out like a small but masterful penis.
Carol had never imagined how nice it could feel.
She had never thought that a guy's tongue could work so frantically. Just the way Brace's head bobbed up and down, the way he moaned and shook against her, excited her beyond belief. She reached out then and touched his curly dark hair, pushing his face deeper and harder against her trembling muff.
He was gobbling her up, literally and figuratively, chewing delicately on the tiny pulpy bud of her clitoris until she couldn't see straight. And as he probed deeper, keeping her cunt lips wide open with his feverish hands, she knew that she couldn't stop herself or stop him either.
She knew that any second it was going to happen, and she waited for what she hoped would be the first of many climaxes with an expression of incredible delight etched upon her lips. "Do it!" she heard herself ranting. "Drink it down, suck on it. Eat me out, Bruce. And fuck me, fuck me!"
Bruce didn't have to be told what to do.
He stared down at the dark-pink interior of Carol's pussy, whimpering softly to himself. And then his nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate fragrance of her girlish and musky trench. Her clit wobbled on its short stem and he kept sucking it up into his mouth, much to their mutual delight.
And when he heard her begging to be fucked, he slurped greedily, tonguing her cunt until she writhed and thrashed about on the ground, starting to come.
"Feel it!" she screamed out as her orgasm consumed her and drove her wild. "Suck, suck baby. Harder, now. Oh yes, I'm coming. Oh shit it's so good, so fucking good!"
Her words amazed her as much as they amazed Bruce, She kept mewing, bucking and pitching her body toward him, shoving her eager hairy crotch against his wildly, sucking lips as the juice of her climax gushed down, hot and spicy.
Bruce sucked it up into his mouth, tasting her dew and licking his feverish lips. The girl was begging for it and he kept eating her out, long after the last waves of pleasure had coursed through her body.
Carol lay there, exhausted, but still not totally satisfied.
She wanted more and she knew exactly what it was. Looking up at him she saw how his thick sensual lips were glistening and smeared with her come. He was unconsciously rubbing one hand against his groin, playing with himself so that she saw how the outline and bulge of his cock had swelled to what seemed to her to be monstrous proportions.
Slowly, reading his thoughts in the way he openly fondled his still hidden meat, licking his lips as his eyes kept devouring her body and her cunt in particular, Carol slowly nodded her head.
Her hands moved self-consciously to the budding mounds of her ripe and jutting breasts. And then she began to play with her boobs, tweaking the nipples as she kept her pussy gaping open to his view.
Bruce was panting and seeing how his chest rose and fell as heatedly as her own, she knew what he wanted.
"I'm going to jack off until I come all over you," he said.
It was not exactly the way Carol had planned or dreamed of it. She had wanted him to stuff his hard cock in her and rape her, or almost rape her--if there was such a thing. But she wanted to be devoured as if by a hungry animal.
"Please," she begged. "I want it inside me."
"I like to see you beg. Do you really want me to fuck you?"
"Oh, God, yes."
He raised up and unzipped his pants. When he had undressed, Carol looked at his stomach, just above the pubic hair. It was lean and hard. It rippled and pulsated as he got back between her legs.
Her eyes wandered from the rippling lines of muscle which fanned out over Bruce's stomach, down past the long thick cock. His thighs seemingly were as big around as her own narrow little waist.
She knew he wouldn't disappoint her.
She spread her legs as wide apart as possible, noticing how Bruce's balls swayed between his burly thighs, a hairy wrinkled fist which looked strangely alluring and mysterious. Thinking that his nuts held a reservoir of come, she shivered and waited for him to begin.
Brace took hold of his thick straining phallus and directed the head of his virile cock right down between the pale puffy lips of Carol's vagina.
He touched item with the head of his leaking organ and both of them shivered and convulsed at the first contact. Pushing down as Carol sucked in her breath, Brace managed to wedge the head of his cock right inside the vestibule.
She watched him and felt the pressure building up. Her cunt walls were stretched widely and the outer lips seemed to fasten themselves around the sides of Bruce's cock, holding it into place.
"Wow, baby, you're tight," he moaned as he saw how the lips of her snatch were widely distended, blocked and held open and apart by the round blood-engorged head of his prick.
Then, bracing himself with his hands outstretched, his palms flat on the table and his sneakers digging into the sheet-covered mat, the physical culturist thrust forward with his weight centered at his hips. Carol winced and as she watched, she felt more and more of the burly virile man's cock disappearing between her legs.
"Hurry," she whispered as she felt him pounding down, funneling more and more of his enormous cock into her hot vagina.
He pushed and plowed forward so that he was in her almost all the way. His balls whacked furiously against the upraised cheeks of her ass and when Carol threw her legs up around his heaving back and locked her ankles, Brace slid all the way inside, right up to the very root.
His pubic bush, so much hairier than Carol's, looked strangely salacious as it tangled with her own fleecy black curls and ringlets. As for Carol, she felt so filled, so crammed with pulsating throbbing dong, that she was unable to speak.
And when Brace began to piston his dick into her, pulling it almost all the way out before shoving forward again, she thought that she could do this forever, unable to stop the pleasure which was gradually consuming her.
Despite her initial apprehension, there was no longer any fear.
Her pussy was elastic and youthful enough to take the thickness and length of the man's giant penis. She felt Bruce's sweat against her belly, and he curled his lips back like a rutting animal as he kept at it, shoving forward and into her, again and again.
She moved with him, rocking back and forth on the ground, thrusting her hips toward his groin as he kept digging his meat into her pussy. And when she found herself experimenting, using her inner cunt muscles to nip his swiftly sliding cock shaft and hold it down inside of her, he really went insane with passion.
"Fuck," he kept saying. "Sweet tight little pussy. Oh yes, so tight. I'll come, come. Buckets of hot come, baby. Yes, feel it. I'm a man, yes? I'm man enough for you."
"Yes, yes!" she screamed out as he fell against her, his hands grabbing hold of her tits, twisting her nipples savagely, pulling on them as she felt his weight and the pressure of his cock against her body.
He kept pounding into her, playing with her tits, bending his head down to nibble them as his balls kept hitting her and she seemed to lose all track of time. And when she started to come, she urged him to join her, no longer able or even willing to hold back.
"Do it!" she whimpered, whining and panting as he lay against her, the firm muscular cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching in time to the rhythm of his deep and pistoning cock strokes, "Come, baby. Oh yes, do it. Shoot, come, come inside me. Please!"
And then her words turned into incoherent ramblings as she mumbled and threw her arms around him, pressed the full length of her body against his sweaty muscular form and came as she had never come before.
The intensity of her orgasm left her speechless as she thrashed about beneath him and a great gush of oily sap flowed down the well-filled walls of her hole, coating his fast-moving dick until he too could not help himself, could not stop himself as his balls seemed to contract and his body stiffened and convulsed spasmodically.
A trickle of drool sluiced out of the corner of his lips and ran down her chest as she felt the increased throbbings of his penis and the way he shivered and moaned against her. And then his come gushed up like a geyser, a fountain of cream splashing hotly inside her pussy.
She felt the first thick wads of his jism splattering against her cunt like bullets, thick gushing pellets of his cream. "Come, come," he kept repeating, unable to stop shaking as his cock ejaculated like a machine gun, one blast of cream following another in rapid and seemingly endless succession.
"God, God," he moaned as he lay against her, his cock twitching and his cream pouring out until Carol felt as if she was flooded by the stuff, bathed in semen.
It trickled down along the crack between her ass cheeks, acted like a balm to soothe the flaming itching sensation she had felt when Bruce was fucking her. She had not imagined such a muscle-bound man could have so much, and she was glad that she had done this, that she had allowed Bruce to finally screw her.
She knew too that she could have a job with him for as long as she wanted. She could learn massage in a few days, and if she could make as much as he said, what more was there?
Her ambition could be realized, she decided. If she could take care of herself, then she would have the freedom she had long sought. She wouldn't have to depend on anyone.
CHAPTER 2
When Carol had arrived home that evening she showered and climbed onto the soft bed. Her thoughts returned to the session with Bruce. He had muscles, all right. No denying that. He was the super-athletic type. He was coordinated and skilled in and form of physical activity. And lovemaking is a physical activity, she decided. He was -very, very good in bed, and she would be a liar if she said that lie didn't satisfy her. She was turned on by his power and vigor.
But there was something lacking in his performance, some ingredient was missing. Suddenly she realized what it was. There was only a physical quality in his lovemaking. The spiritual quality was missing. And that, Carol knew, was what she needed most.
If she could find that, then life could be worthwhile after all.
She was glad she had quit her job though. Working with Bruce would give some meaning to her life now. She really couldn't understand either why she was so flippant with Bruce. It was just the way he affected her, she guessed. She had always considered herself a serious person but with Bruce, well, since he never seemed to be serious ... what other way could she act?
He was good in bed--that was for certain. He could satisfy her physically--the spiritual part--well, maybe that would come later with someone else. As she thought of Bruce she felt the moisture gathering at her crotch. It didn't surprise her because she'd long ago realized that she was a passionate girl. Since the realization she'd accepted it as a normal thing for herself- She reached down and rubbed her tingling pussy and wished ... the door buzzer interrupted any further thought. She got out of bed and slipped on a robe. Now, she thought, who can that be?
When she opened the door Bruce stood there grinning. He was holding a large sack in his arms. "I have here," he said, "everything else you need to put you in shape. "Vitamins, supplements, some special health foods, and some organic foods that I insist you use."
Carol didn't say anything. She just stood there and looked at the muscular man and his sack of groceries .
"I, uh," he stammered in the face of her silence, "I thought you might like some company, too. I was out taking my regular evening walk and stopped by the store, then decided to stop by here. Hope you don't mind?"
"No," she was still stunned as she answered him. In fact she was glad to see him, but she had not expected this. Maybe he wanted to fuck her again. That thought caused a slow burning sensation to creep up through her body.
"Where shall I put the groceries?"
"Oh," she realized she couldn't let him remain standing in the door. "Come on in." She turned and let him toward the kitchen. "Put the sack there." She motioned toward the counter.
What was there about this man? She couldn't decide. In his eyes she saw the desire there. She couldn't pull her eyes from his face. She felt the tightening dissolve and in its place a fiery heat exploded in her stomach and the warmth of it spread through her body. For a second she thought she was going to collapse in a heap of quivering flesh. Instead, she closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Bruce pulled her to him and she felt his strong arms around her. She buried her face into his shoulder, breathing in the strong masculine smell of him.
He pulled her face up to his and kissed her; first lightly, then, as if wild, he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips into his. She thrust her body up to his and pushed with all the strength she had.
Her blood raced at the exciting sensation his tongue produced. She wondered if he were going to fuck her right here or on the floor; she didn't care.
It was all so fast for her, but she liked the excitement that was spreading through her body. Her moist cunt needed what Bruce had to offer, and when she became aware of this, she couldn't resist any longer.
He let her go long enough to lead him into the bedroom. When the door closed, she turned and found him looking at her with lustful anticipation. He reached for her and she came into his arms. He crushed his lips against her partly opened mouth. Their tongues lashed at each other. She moaned slightly when he pulled her body in close and she felt his rock-hard cock pressing against her belly. She ground her crotch against his penis with wild excitement. "Oh, Bruce," she moaned.
His hands were all over her. He reached down and pushed his hands under the pajama bottoms and fondled her ass. He cupped the cheeks in both hands and pulled her even closer.
"You're really something," he breathed into her ear.
She moaned again in sheer delight and drove her tongue farther into his mouth. She felt one of his hands fumbling with the two buttons that held her pajama top on.
For a moment she tightened again. "What are you doing?" she said.
"Removing your top, sugar, so I can see and play with your lovely tits." He finished unbuttoning, and the front fell loose. She wriggled out of the sleeves. Her tits popped out at him, large and sensuous.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "Simply beautiful." He cupped a hand under one, then under the other. "In the days to come, I think I shall be giving these a good deal of attention." He leaned over, sucking her right tit.
His broad face went radiant, illuminated by a boyish, shy halo. He looked directly into her eyes. "Do I please you?"
Her blood was wine and she felt high, giddy. "Yes, you please me terribly." It was true--in every way. There was not one thing she would have changed about him, but certain thoughts did go through her mind. Did she love him? No. Yet her body said yes. Her mind remained curiously silent, as if it were waiting for a verdict. She could just divorce love from sex all together. He attracted her physically, yet was this what mattered. Was this all there was to it? She had, then, a peculiar sensation some unknown watcher above had opened a sliding door in the ceiling and was looking down--waiting for her reply.
Her hand moved, seemingly of its own accord, to his crotch, and she felt the heat of his cock as it throbbed in hardness. His face was very white, his nostrils dilated. She felt incredibly beautiful. She wished she had the red dress on now and very thin gold earrings, so he could undress her. She thought of all the lovely things she would have liked to have done if she had been a different land of, woman. She wished she could have been dark and sultry or exceedingly blonde and lithe with very small feet. But most of all she wished she could be anything he wanted her to be.
She raised her head wonderingly. "Do you really like me?" she asked.
He leaned to her breasts, sucking first the right tit, then her left, bringing the little brown nipples to rigid attention.
A tingling sensation ran through her.
"Hurry," she begged. "Please hurry!"
"Patience, my sweet. I'm enjoying very much what I'm doing."
Scooping her in his arms, he carried her to a chair and sat her down in his lap. She began to kiss him feverishly. Making little whimpering sounds, she kissed every part of his face, licking each part with her tongue.
He thrust his hand between her spread legs and felt the warm wetness of her twat.
She was now wildly aroused, squirming in his arms, thrusting her cunt against his penetrating finger.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh, please fuck me!" Now that she had said it, she realized it wasn't so difficult,, after all.
"Wouldn't you like to see my cock first?"
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, I would! Please take it out and show it to me!"
"Take what out?"
"Your prick, darling. Your cock."
"That's better." He kissed her. "I like to hear you call it a prick. It excited me to hear you call it what it is."
Carol was beside herself with lust and desire. Her body sang with passion. "The physical culturist's finger was almost causing her to come.
"Hurry and take out your prick. Show it to me! Please, Bruce!"
He lifted her again, swung around and placed her on the edge of the chair.
She spread her legs so that her cunt was beautifully revealed. He moved between her legs and unzipped his pants. His cock popped out immediately. He was wearing no shorts. Carol wondered briefly if he had left them off especially for this match. And that is what she decided to call it--a match! She was pitting her passion against his.
"Oh, how wonderful!" she breathed, staring fascinated at his hard-on. She took it in her fist and began pulling the foreskin back and forth.
"Kiss it!" he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Suck it!"
"Yes. Oh, yes!" She leaned forward and, holding the length of his prick with one hand, licked the head, making lovely moaning sounds. Then she took the length of it into her mouth.
As she sucked, Carol realized that Bruce was finishing undressing. When everything was off, she reached between his legs and fondled his balls.
Bruce groaned with sheer pleasure. With an effort, he removed his cock from between her hot lips and lifted her.
"Come," he said. "I think we've both tortured ourselves enough. It's time to fuck."
He carried her to the bed and laid her on her back. She immediately spread her legs wide. He knelt between them, his cock sticking straight out and up. She reached for it as he came down on her. She steered it into the warm depths of her cunt, a loud moan of joy escaping her lips.
"Give it to me, darling! Fuck me! Fuck the hell out of me!"
He drove his prick in up to the hilt. She felt his balls bang against her small asshole and it gave her a new thrill. She gave a gasp of pleasure. The impact sent new shivers up her back.
He began a circular, in and out motion, precise and delightful. He was a real pro at it.
"Ooooo!" she cooed. "It feels so wonderful! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
She clutched him about the shoulders frantically. She opened her mouth wide, crying out in sheer joy. She braced her feet on the bed arid thrust her ass up to meet his downward plunges. Moments later, her beautiful legs were waving in the air above his back.
He was working faster now, plunging his cock down into the deep recesses of her. cunt in short hard jabs.
He drove his tongue far into her mouth, sucked her tongue for a moment, then pulled it out. Keeping his mouth close to hers, he murmured, "You're a wonderful fuck, my darling. I knew you would be once you turned on. You have the sexiest cunt I've ever seen and the most beautiful tits."
The words thrilled her, made her enjoyment even greater than ever.
"I love your cock, my precious," she said, "I love feeling it inside my cunt, fucking. Every time your balls bang up against my ass I get a new thrill. You really know how to excite a girl."
Her words seemed to excite him as much as his had excited her. He went at her savagely now. He backed his prick almost to the entrance of her pussy and she shrieked in protest at the withdrawal; then she cried out in ecstasy as he fiercely drove its full length back inside her dripping, hungry pussy. He repeated the maneuver several more times.
Suddenly she felt a prickling and tightening sensation along her loins; it was the beginning of her orgasm.
"I've started coming, darling!" she cried. "I'm coming! Oh, please come with me! Please, sweetie. God, it's good. So good!"
"I'm with you! I'm with you!"
His cock became a pile driver, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into the depths of her cunt. Her shrieks of joy mingled with his groans of agonized pleasure. Abruptly she felt the head of his cock swell. Then he exploded inside her, his hot sperm filling her cunt.
Simultaneously she reached the peak of her own orgasm, thrusting her ass upward to savor every last ounce of the wonderful sensation.
At last it was over. She lay back exhausted, spent, knowing a wonderful feeling of euphoria. He let his limp, sticky prick soak inside her for a moment before removing it.
"Darling," she said, and it was so sweet to say darling. "I love you. Do I feel good to you?"
"Very good."
"Am I different--from the others, I mean?" She hesitated. "Would you know me ... in the dark?"
"Yes." His lips were on hers. "I'd know you--I'd go through a hundred women in the dark and still know you."
"What am I like?"
"Like honey, like a deep pool of honey. Baby--oh baby!" She felt his cock growing rigid again. "Oh, Carol, dear, sweet Carol. Carol?"
"Yes?" Her whole body waited.
They welded together in steaming hotness.
"Bruce, you are so great. Will you please not hurt me?"
"I wouldn't hurt you--not ever. I'd do anything not to hurt you, baby."
"You're the only one who can hurt me, Brace."
"Oh, Carol."
"Promise you'll be good to me."
"I'll be very good."
"If you hurt me it will go badly with me."
They were welded together in the lovely deep silence and they did not move for a long while.
Later they dressed and went out to eat at a health food place Bruce insisted they try. When they returned it was as if they'd never left.
Bruce undressed slowly and then kissed her long and lingering, making it pull them together as if they had always been like that. He pulled her from the bed and she stood naked before him. He fondled her firm breasts and then kissed them. Lowering himself, he kept kissing her body, her rounded belly and the insides of her thighs. He placed one long kiss on her pussy, letting his tongue, for just a brief moment, dart into the jungle of pubic hair. He stood up and embraced her. Slowly, he pushed her back on the bed.
Lying on the bed, her body pressed tightly by his, Carol began to get more excited. The feel of the big hard cock stimulated her desire. She raised up on her knees and grasped his erect cock in her hand. She proceeded to stroke it gently while she fondled his nuts. She noticed a slight fattening of his prick. God, she thought, it was hard already; was it possible to make it grow even larger by fondling it? She kept one hand under his balls, holding them in her palm as she stroked the large, hot, throbbing rod. She opened her pink mouth and slowly brought it down over his glans. She ran her tongue around the base of the head, thrilling at the taste. God, it was wonderful. So good! If someone had told her a month ago that she would be going down on someone she'd have almost vomited at the thought.
She cried out in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. The full meaning of love came to her in the form of the most overpowering climax she'd ever experienced. Not just every nerve in her body, but every bone and piece of flesh tremored with delight which flowered again and again in the hot recesses of her cunt. Great globs of juice from her flowing pussy spilled out into the bed while she writhed in luxurious pleasure.
Again she thought, if someone had told her a few months ago she'd be making love for the physical pleasure of it, she'd would have fainted in disgust. How did this all come about? What happened that would or could drive her to this? It probably started with Ted. Maybe before, but no, she decided, it had been because of Ted.
She thought that he was the most gentlemanly man she'd ever met. He was something else, so suave, so expensively, if somewhat conservatively, dressed, looking more like a young college professor than a Hollywood screenwriter and novelist. When she was introduced to him at a party, she knew his name from his special dispatches from Vietnam which he had written for a syndicated column which ran country-wide.
The party was in her honor. She had just been selected Miss Indiana and was going to represent the state in the Miss America Pageant at Atlantic City. Carol was hovering somewhere above cloud nine. A scant week earlier, she was nothing more that a box girl in a grocery store. She had scoffed at the idea of entering a beauty contest and refused to take her friend seriously until she found herself entered. Showing up, she paraded with embarrassed charm in a bathing suit before admiring judges. She won one contest after another until, standing on stage clad in a regal but natty gown, she was one of the three finalists in the state contest. The three stood smiling demurely, gazing out beyond the audience, trying to hold onto their smiles and hide their nervousness. The crowd hushed as the judge walked behind each contestant with a diamond tiara in his hand.
Carol was light-hearted at the moment because she never expected to win, the other two girls being such dazzling beauties with such wonderful personalities. She made up her mind to congratulate the winner with all of her heart and she was happy to have reached this lower peak ... it had all been such a wonderful thrill and she now had something to tell her children and grandchildren when that time came.
Carol almost swayed. Was the judge stopping behind her? No, it was impossible and silly ... but then, as the -audience broke into a roar that sent shivers all the way down to her toes, she felt the fragile tiara being placed on her head. She spun about, her eyes wide, staring at the grinning judge. "My God!" she groaned and almost fainted.
Although she didn't know it, her life had changed and would never be the same again.
All at once she was somebody--no longer an insignificant little nobody but really and truly somebody. She had never thought that she would win and she was then, naturally swept off her feet. She stood sipping champagne and receiving guests as they queued up to meet her and say a few words. She was the center of attraction and carried on conversations as the cameras clicked and the lights exploded around her. As men crouched and squinted at her through view finders, she stood erect and radiant. It was sometime before she noticed Ted Hurley standing of in one corner, his back to the wall, a drink in his hand and a quiet smile playing on his lips.
He seemed ironically amused by all of the to-do. More than just good looks, there was something in his attitude and manner that made Carol look again and again. He seemed only mildly interested in what was happening around him and politely but casually interested in an attractive but hard-faced blonde who was standing next to him and speaking into his ear. He cocked his head to the side and listened, but never did he remove his" eyes from Carol's ecstatic young face.
There was something, a calmness, a veiled suggestion, in his grey eyes that compelled Carol to look back again and again. Soon they were staring at each other with an intensity that seemed to override everything else. Voices faded one into another around her; and Carol, smiling automatically, nodded in constant agreement, which worked well as they were all saying the same things anyway.
She held her breath as she saw Ted lean away from the blonde, hand her his drink and come slowly across the room without once for an instant taking his eyes from her.
He asked her to marry him right on the spot.
Carol was too stunned to even answer.
She was whisked away then and the next day was a busy one. She spent most of it in an exclusive shop being fitted for gowns and dresses of every variety. She was surrounded by women who arranged her hair and stuck thousands of pins into her clothing. The head designer was simply called John. Her press agent had said he had fairy wings on his feet! John flitted all over the studio, his hand fluttering around his head like nervous birds. He shouted, screeched, implored, begged, cried, and sulked. Everything had to be just right. He constantly referred to Carol as "that cold bitch there."
Carol was hurt and bewildered. Taking her press agent aside, she said, "What is the matter with him? What have I ever done to him?"
"Nothing, darling, absolutely nothing," he said. But John heard her and answered himself, flitting out from behind some scenery used to pose models on. He stood before her with one hand on his hips, his elbows arched.
"And that's the trouble." He turned to the press agent with a regal air and said, "Would you mind leaving us alone? Go! Scat!"
Although she couldn't say why, Carol was amused. She nodded assent and John took her elbow, leading her back through the studio and into his private office. Carol had never seen anything like it. It was designed in opulent Victorian with much red plush and enlarged photographs on the wall of handsome young men with muscular bodies and sensitive faces.
With an imperious wave of the hand, John indicated a seat on an overstaffed couch, and sent to an ornate wall where he pushed a button which played a swinging wall-bar into sight.
"God, what a dreary dull day."
"I'm sorry if I've made it that way for you," Carol said.
John turned to her to give her one of his evil smiles. "I don't suppose you'd want a drink?"
"No."
John looked up at the ceiling and said, "I knew it ... I knew it."
He poured himself a generous Absinthe in a large snifter and then sat behind an antique desk swilling the drink and smelling it while looking at Carol. "You won't go far, you know."
Carol felt that she must have misunderstood or not heard him correctly.
"What?"
"I said, you won't go far." John tossed back his head and drained the glass in one gulp.
"I don't know what you mean," Carol said.
"Oh, you will shortly, my dear," John said. "Look, this is all so commonplace. The moment I saw you, I knew your whole story."
He laughed derisively. "Pretty girl gets a little attention, wins a beauty contest, and thinks she's got the world at her feet. I'm going to give you a bit of unwanted and unasked for advice."
"What?" Carol asked, not knowing what else to say or do.
John raised himself and sat on the edge of the desk decorously swinging one leg. "In one word. Fuck!"
Carol bristled and fought to keep her composure which was all she had brought into the room with her. "You are rude."
"And you, my sweet young thing, are a prude. It shows. Being s. prude goes over big in Indiana and other small places where the people are already dead but not yet buried, but not in the big city. Look at yourself. You came in here all aglow like Shirley Temple, and expect us to fall over you. My job, my dear, is to make you look attractive, and I'm very good at my job. But nothing I can do will hide the prude and the coldness in you. Only you can do something about that Fuck, fuck, fuck. Go out and have an affair, have two, three affairs. Live a little! I knew you wouldn't have a drink ... girls like you never do, unless you have to and then you just sip at it,"
Although she felt as if she had just been scalded, Carol let the words sink in. This prissy, prancing man who posed before her seemed to be enjoying his bitchiness toward her and she was ready to get up and leave until he did say something that was true. It was an inconsequential thing, but nonetheless true. She didn't drink unless the drink was thrust upon her and then she only sipped at it, pretending to drink it. But what was he getting at? Why say such a vulgar thing, why make such a smutty suggestion? Was it possible, was this effeminate creature making a pass? It just couldn't be.
John swished back to the bar, poured himself another drink while talking over his shoulder. "Let me tell you what you're thinking. You are wondering if I want to fuck you. My dear girl," he said coming back to her with a limp wrist and fluttering eyelashes, "nothing, I repeat, nothing could be further from my mind. The truth is, I am divinely gay. My only regret is that I was not born a real woman." He flopped next to her on the couch and bit his lower lip as he stared off into space. "I've thought about it, I mean, going to Denmark or somewhere for one of those sex change operations. What do you think?" he asked, turning to her.
Carol put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh as she stared at him with amusement obvious in her eyes.
John jumped up and pointed a finger at her. "First time you've looked human." He began pacing the room. "I know what you think. Just a pratting old queen running off at the mouth. Have you any idea how many contest winners I've dressed? Do you? Well I don't ... they all run together after awhile, they all look alike and act alike and think alike. God!" He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. "And they're all so dreary and dull. Quick now, give me the name of the last year's Miss America!"
Carol frowned and laughed again. "I can't."
"See?" John asked accusingly. "And who does remember ten days after it's all over. No one ... no one gives a damn. Why? Because they are all alike. Oh, they have a good time. Pose for pictures, get a screen test, make personal appearances, show up for the next contest to congratulate the winner and then sink into oblivion. Is that what you want?" he asked, coming over to her and leaning over the couch.
"No, I didn't even want to get into this thing in the first place." It was the truth and the first time she had ever uttered it.
John tapped the side of his head with his finger. "Aha! I thought so! I knew it!"
"You knew what?"
"That there was something just a little different about you, that there was something else more important. Listen you've got a natural kind of beauty. But your make-up is all wrong. Take almost all of it off. You looked manufactured now. And another thing, you are going around smiling all of the time and looking sweet and demure and it is not your natural personality. You're sultry and I think you could be a real magnificent female bitch."
"I beg your pardon!" Carol said, unable to stop a laugh of astonishment.
"All you need is practice, sweetheart," John went on. "First a drink. Have a goddamn drink or you'll force me into a nervous breakdown."
Before she could think, John had poured her a brandy and pushed a buzzer on his desk. Instantly two wardrobe people appeared together with her press agent who looked askance at the drink in her hand.
"I don't like the looks of this," he said.
"To hell with what you like. I'm scrapping all those Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm things I've made for her and we're making a new wardrobe. Right now." John flitted around Carol looking at her body in his professional way. "Something sexy and flamboyant." He turned to the press agent and began shoving him out. "Go ... get out ... I'm busy ... I'm creating! Go get yourself a hamburger and a malt and check back later."
"You could, get me something," Carol said, walking to him with the drink still in her hand. She smiled at John. Despite herself she was beginning to like him. Whatever else he was he was honest and perceptive. "Go to a. bookstore and get me any book you can find by Ted Hurley."
"Hurley!" John screeched, stopping in Ms tracks. "Do you know Ted?"
Carol smiled at him seductively. She was pleased with herself. She impressed him. "Yes, I do. Do you?"
"Oh, you little doll. Do I ever." He turned to the press agent. "Well, you heard the lady. "Jump!? The press agent jumped, making a note in his pad, promising to be back later.
John ordered one of the women to lock the door. Then he turned to Carol. "All right, take your clothes off."
"What?" Carol was so caught off her guard that she almost dropped her drink.
John looked disgusted, both hands on his hips. "Oh, come on, don't make me go through a whole scene! There are two middle-aged women present and if I'm going to do anything for you, I've got to see what your body is really like! Now come on, all this is costing money and I am a busy man. Honestly," he said, his hands fluttering as he went to a drafting table. "Sometimes, I don't know why I ever bother."
Carol took a swig of the brandy. To her surprise it went down smoothly, only beginning to burn when it got into her stomach. "I know why you bother," she said grinning, "you wish you were me!"
Bending over the table, John sighed. "You are so right, my love, so very right!"
Carol began stripping off her clothes, one of the women helping her.
"How do you know Ted Hurley?" she asked. John was busy drawing. He answered her without raising his head. "Who doesn't know him? God, he's-a beautiful thing!"
Carol shook in her bra and panties. "Is he ... you know." A terrible shadow of doubt was on her face.
John stopped his work for a moment and rubbed his gay face. "How I wish he was. No, my dear, Ted Hurley is what is known in the trade as a cocksman. He travels fast and high class." He looked up and his face was irritable. "I said get your clothes off!"
"You mean ... " Carol was utterly astounded. She looked at John and thought how she had never met a person like him.
"I mean I want you bareass naked. Please, don't take up my time with Puritan stupidity. If you're afraid for your virtue or feel you're going to be corrupted, put your clothes back on and go find yourself a Methodist minister who can also design clothes. You'll end up in the back row of a choir yet."
Again, Carol laughed hesitatingly. He was an impossible man, probably a very depraved man, yet, she liked him. In the past week since she had won the title of Miss Indiana, the only two people who had spoken to her at all like she was a human being, like an individual, were Ted Hurley and John the designer. She toasted John, took a heavy drink from the brandy snifter, caught her breath and in final resignation reached behind her back and snapped loose the clasp of her bra.
Her firm, full young breasts seemed to leap free, standing erect and proud. One of the two women helped her with her bra, staring at her rich melon-shaped tits with envy and ... something else. What was it? Carol looked at the woman as she said, in a low voice. "You're very beautiful."
With a bravado born of John's speech and ideas helped by the brandy, Carol peeled down her flimsy nylon panties and stood in the center of the room stark naked. Although she thought she would feel embarrassment or shame, to her own surprise she felt neither. Instead, she was suddenly feeling audacious and brazen, feeling the color run to her face when she realized, after draining her brandy glass dry, that her nipples were taut and sticking out like two tiny pink skinned bullets. A strange unknown sexual excitement ran through her body. My God, she thought, I'm an exhibitionist and didn't even know it!
One of the women took her glass and said, "Just a little more. You might catch a chill standing here."
"Thank you," Carol said. The woman was holding the glass but hadn't moved toward the bar. She was standing and taking in Carol's figure with greedy, half-closed eyes. Carol looked back at her, watched her until their eyes met. There was something more than admiration in her gaze. "I'll get you a drink," the woman finally said with a slow heavy voice.
John came from his drafting board and stopped when he saw Carol naked. For a moment, he didn't speak, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body while she stood and averted her eyes. She flushed.
"I look at you and I'm sorry I'm such a fag," he finally said softly with just a trace of sadness. He came to her and slowly walked around her, his eyes cold yet. interested as he took in each part of her voluptuous young anatomy. He stopped and stared long at her smooth lovely buttocks, came around in front of her to admire each thrusting breast separately, took in her loins and thighs and legs with an intensity that made Carol think that she now knew what it was like to be raped by eyes alone.
John continued to walk around her, backing off to get a better view, finally saying, "Walk around a bit so I can see now you move."
Carol hadn't taken off her high heels and as she walked slowly across the room, her breasts, inspite of themselves, quivered and her hips and pelvis rolled and undulated like they were floating in warm liquid oil. Even John, who had never had sex with a woman, found himself almost getting an erection, wondering if he could ever bring himself about to fuck such a lovely but female thing.
Carol walked naked back and forth across the room. No one spoke at all. It was so still in the room you could hear the ticking of the clock on the desk and the soft step of her shoe on the deep pile rug. She looked at John and the two women and knew they were hypnotized as they mentally absorbed her completely naked form. She felt herself thrilled, oddly excited, more than she thought she ever could be, more than she had been when she paraded in front of tie judges in the contest. Walking magnificently, almost naked in a bikini bathing suit, having a whole audience drink in her figure and applaud, having men snap her picture and a TV camera shoot her for the evening news--all that had been exciting, true. She had loved it, had responded strongly, but had never once thought of the thrill parading in front of anyone totally naked. There was something shameful, bold, sensual, primitive, and strangely, terribly exciting about it. She stalked back and forth across the room as she had when she made her entrance on stage at the Miss Indiana contest, her breasts softly swaying and her whole body quivering passionately, her eyes wild and shining, her smooth ebony hair flowing and a sensuous smile on her face.
"Enough!" John cried, covering his eyes. "My God, let's get to work."
One of the women came to her with a drink. "Perhaps we could have a drink later on?" she cooed seductively with a smile.
For the first time, Carol looked at John's assistants closely. Both of them were thin and wore severe tailored suits. They looked smart yet conservative. Both wore horn-rimmed glasses "and both, as Carol had seen, were good at their jobs. She smiled back at the woman, enjoying the pleasure of exciting people, 'Td like to, really, but I'm afraid I haven't the time."
The woman nodded as if she understood. "If you ever find the time, my name is Nicky."
Bolts of cloth were swirled and cut and before Carol knew it, the three of them, John and the two women, were all around her, draping her with cloth and taking in tucks while constantly gathering, talking and arguing with one another. They ignored Carol, treating her as if she were nothing more than a store window mannequin.
They crouched and stood around her, smoothing out the fabric, touching and cupping her breasts, smoothing her thighs and patting the softness of her buttocks. John kneeled in front of her to adjust the fabric to fall and drape between her thighs in a certain way, his fingers touching her pubic mound and vagina in an impersonal way. Carol never felt more wicked and yet excited in her life. She took still another drink and felt light headed and giddy. Silly mirth seemed to bubbling up in her. My god, she thought, I'm getting drunk!
And yet she felt so good. Inwardly, she was pleased with their hands feeling and caressing her body. She wished it could go on all day. How nice it would be to lie stark naked and have somebody massage your body, she thought.
She awoke from her reverie with a start. How much time had passed? He, John, was standing with the two women, standing off and looking at her.
"Well?" John asked, "What do you think?"
Carol turned and looked in the full length mirror. John and the women had pinned black velvet to her, pinned and draped and cut it in such a way that she was worse than naked. Every curve in her body stood out and was accentuated. Her breasts were more exposed than covered. She turned and saw her firm young buttocks outlined beautifully, No man could look at her without one thought coming into his mind. Despite her upbringing, one thought, one word came to Carol's mind: FUCK!
"You don't expect me to wear this in public, do you?" she said, her voice rising.
"I do," John said coolly. "And you'll look great. You'll wear it tonight as my guest for dinner and a party afterward."
"Oh God, I can't," Carol groaned.
"But you must, I'm afraid, my darling. I've just got to show you. off," John said with a limp wristed wave of both hands.
"No, you see there are rules in the contest," Carol implored.
"Rules?" John raised his eyebrows. "Rules? Rules are made to be broken. My dear little country girl, when you're with me, you're with me on business. After all, I've got to show how people react to my creations. We'll be suitably and properly chaperoned."
"I ... I'm not sure," Carol said. "Perhaps I'd better talk to my agent and some other people."
John was again annoyed. He was standing in front of her, taking the dress off with the help of the women, leaving her naked again. "I am John and there is only one John. I've a very important and very rich queen and I know a great many people. At the party I'm going to take you to tonight there will be a great many important and talented people. Movie stars. A good impression made tonight will do more for you than ten Miss America titles. Be a good girl and don't argue with me." John folded the dress and handed it to one of the women. "Have them get to work on this immediately."
Carol smiled weakly at him. Perhaps she was risking something by breaking the contest rules against dating but she doubted it. With the aid of her brandy, she liked John more and more every minute. More importantly, she knew that she now believed in him.
"All right, John. But at least tell me your last name."
"I don't have a last name. I am simply John the First, queen of the fashion world." They both laughed and for the first time, John gave her a warm smile. "Since I'm beginning to like you--God knows why, you're such a prig--if you must know, my last name is Varnelli. I was born and raised, until I escaped, in Brooklyn, and if you ever tell a soul my last name, I'll scratch your eyes out!"
Carol was really feeling the drinks now. She even liked standing in front of him naked. She thrust her hips out and imitated his lisping voice. "Honey, you can just trust that I won't tell a soul."
John beamed, "Now the bitch is coming out in you."
Carol felt as if she had been hit by a bucket of ice cold water. "What?"
John waved at her. "Don't get alarmed, I said, Come on, drink up, we've got work to do."
And the rest of the day was spent with the three of them scurrying around, working with incredible energy and precision, fitting clothing and matching colors after much argument, again ignoring Carol as a person and touching her body in the most intimate places in brazen and impersonal ways. At the end of the session, she was tired and yet excited, feeling a strange moistness in her vagina when she walked. John had designed quite a few outfits for her and they parted as if they were old friends, John promising to come to the hotel at eight with the gown he wanted her to wear.
Back at the hotel, Carol spent the remaining hours in bed, reading the two books by Ted Hurley that her press agent had managed to find.
CHAPTER 3
Carol smiled slightly as she thought of John and Ted Hurley. The men in her life. Ted Hurley and now Bruce. And, she smiled again, the dog Mars. He was a man. All man in fact.
Mars was still asleep beside her. The last fucking encounter was too much' for him, maybe, she thought. He was as good as any man if it were just the physical thrill a girl needed, she decided. Bruce was the same. But, she had felt the spiritual and the emotional pleasure with Ted Hurley.
Now as she relaxed she thought again of John. After she'd come from the fitting she'd rested. When John rang her bell it was just eight o'clock and Carol had bathed, fixed her hair and was ready for him. John came waltzing in with a box under his arm. He was dressed in an outrageous tuxedo with a frilly white shirt and a very floppy black tie. "Here I am, you lucky thing. Get into this."
Although she had spent the afternoon naked in front of him and the two women, Carol now excused herself, thinking how silly it must sound, but John didn't seem to mind at all. Maybe he was only interested in her body as a thing to drape.
Since her session with John and after reading Ted's two books, both of which talked about sex in an open manner and espoused a personal freedom and pleasure, Carol had been, for the first time in her life, really thinking about sex, feeling herself--her body and mind--aroused as never before. Suddenly she realized there was a whole aspect of life that she had been ignoring and sublimating. It simply didn't occur to her and, more out of habit than morals, she had always simply dismissed sex from her conscious mind. Now, it was hammering at her for all the years she had ignored it.
Carol stood in front of the mirror and admired herself. She looked like some exotic movie star, like some lustful and sensuous vampire. The dress clung to her and revealed and enhanced her already glorious figure. The dress was slitted up one side almost to the thigh and it revealed her naked shapely leg and thigh as she walked, just a flash of red showing from the lining.
She stepped out in the room and held her arms up and slowly turned around as John got to his feet and took in her figure. "If I must say so myself, I'm a genius. Nobody could do better. My dear, you are an orgasmic dream!"
Carol walked to him smiling. "Just don't get funny ideas."
"When it comes to sex, the only ideas I ever get are queer," John said, again smiling warmly. He clucked and fussed around Carol lowering the dress' neckline even more, draping the transparent shawl around her shoulders in a way that called attention to the nudity underneath.
"Come," John said, "we are off to a night of dancing, dining, and excitement. Later on, I'll show you the real underground night life of this supposedly staid old town."
When they walked through the lobby together, heads turned, men broke their stride; women threw malicious looks of pure envy as they made their way out to a waiting limousine. It continued that way all night. Everywhere they went they were the center of attraction, and Carol found John to be a warm and witty man.
They talked on through a sumptuous dinner with waiters hovering and people at the other tables staring at them. As the evening wore on, Carol found herself drinking wine and feeling dizzy and reckless. She liked being the center of attention, liked having people look at her with envy in their eyes, envy mixed with desire. She liked the idea of being racy and scandalous. More than anything, she found herself liking John as a human being. She was sure that she had found someone who would be her friend for life.
After dinner, Carol broke another rule as a beauty contestant by visiting a night club. She sat, entranced by the floor show and then shocked by a belly dancer in a costume that was cut down to the top of her vagina. They were joined at their table by friends of John's. One of them, a particularly wicked looking man, asked John, "Are you going to the party that the Thompson's are giving?"
"I am," John answered in a bored way.
"And, are you taking her?" the man asked, looking at Carol with a cynical smile.
"I am."
The man shrugged and snorted. "Well, I hope you know what you're doing."
The belly dancer was dancing in front of their table now, staring with dark eyes at John and his friends. Carol couldn't believe her gyrations. Her hands were held above her head where tiny ring symbols tinkled and rang. To Carol, it seemed as if the dancer's hips were on stainless steel springs as she twirled and undulated. My God, Carol thought, I could never do that, I could never behave in that fashion.
The show over, John signaled for the bill and they left with everyone turning to watch them go. Finally alone for the first time since the party had been mentioned, Carol asked where they were off to now.
"We are going to further your education."
"What kind of party is it?"
They were standing by the curb waiting for their car to be brought around. He gave a condescending sigh. "It's a party for adults."
For the first time, Carol thought John was avoiding a direct answer. A shadow came across her mind. Suppose she was the only woman present? Suppose it was "that kind" of party. "Will there be other women there?" she asked shyly.
In the car, John gave an address to the driver and settled back. "Yes, Carol dear, there will be other women there, wives as well as dates."
Carol felt both relief and guilt at having asked the question. She laughed and said, "I'm sorry, it's just that that man--that friend of yours--and the way he talked about the party. They way he said, 'I hope you know what you're doing.' It bothered me, that's all."
John lit a cigarette and smiled at her. "It should have. I said there would be wives and dates present. And there will, but not necessarily with their husbands and boyfriends."
There was silence in the car as they drove down the freeway. Carol tried to speak but her voice, failed her. Then again, "What kind of a party is this that we're going to?"
"My dear girl, you must know. How you worry and judge so. Isn't it enough to know you are going to a party where you'll meet famous and important people--people of influence and position?"
Carol turned in her seat. "John, I'm asking you and 'I want an answer from you. What kind of party is this we're going to?" Her face was serious and her tone was direct and almost blunt.
John blew out a cloud of blue-white smoke. "I see, you want to give it a name. Very well, how about 'orgy'? Or, 'wife-swapping'? Or, a Tai-sexual gathering'? Any of those suit you? If not, I could give other descriptions. Take your pick?"
Carol huddled in the corner and stared out of her window. She was hurt and bewildered. A moment before she was thinking that John was a lifelong friend and now, all she could think of was that, in reality, he was just some kind of unfeeling, unthinking pervert. Although she was still looking out the window, she was really addressing him when she said, "I want to go home."
"I'll take you home after we've been to the party."
"I want to go back to the hotel now."
"You ought to at least go see what it's all about. Aren't you in the least bit curious?" John asked, his eyebrows arched and his limp wrist waving.
"Not at all. I want to go back to the hotel," she said. "At least let me put in an appearance," John said in his bored, superior voice.
"Take me to the hotel. Now." Carol's voice was firm and cold.
"Look, you can stay in the car while I run In and make excuses. You could at least do that," John said.
Furious, Carol rapped on the glass separating her from the driver who cocked his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Take me back to the hotel."
The driver shook his head and Carol could see his mouth moving in reply. "He can't hear you, my dear," John said, raising a microphone to his lips and flicking a switch. "Drive us to the hotel, please."
The car veered and they drove back downtown without saying a word or Carol looking at John. In the lobby, John was all gallantry. "If you change your mind, I can be reached at this number," he said handing her a folded slip of paper. "I'm sorry the evening turned out unpleasantly for you. That wasn't my intention. You would have met a lot of interesting people and seen some fascinating sights. You might even have met Ted Hurley."
Carol's heart leapt but before she could say a word, old John spun on his heels and she watched him stride across the lobby, never once looking back. His elegant manners seemed ironic as she watched him step aside to allow an elderly lady to pass through the door.
Carol stepped into the elevator and in the privacy of her room, she felt like crying. Suddenly, she felt all alone in the world. She wondered to herself if there were any decent people left in the world, that perhaps the only sane and normal way of life was in being a small town grocery checker.
She sat on the bed and wished for someone decent to talk with. Her wish wasn't long in becoming a reality. She jumped at the pounding on her door and the shaking of the knob.
It was her press agent and he came into the room and stalked back and forth. His face was red, his clothing disheveled and his hair mussed. "Baby, you really blew it!" he shouted, waving his arms.
The phone began ringing and he stalked over to it. "Don't answer it. Don't talk to anybody until I tell you to!" He picked up the phone and barked into it.
"Hello? What? ... No, she isn't available for comment. What? ... An official statement will be made in the morning." He banged the receiver down and held his stomach with both hands. "God what I have to do for a living!" He looked at Carol sorrowfully and then shook his head. "All that work and then, bam, down the drain!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" Carol looked at him bewildered, a silly, insane fact entering her mind: she could never remember his name. A nervous man even when things were going smoothly, now he was sticking two anti-acid suckers in his mouth and chewing them up fast.
"I'm talking about you, baby. You blew it! The whole scene. You were seen out in a nightclub that everyone knows is run by hoods, your picture was taken while you and people of dubious reputation were watching a belly dancer. Pictures were taken of you in that damn dress cut down to your navel almost. Oh boy, I need a tranquilizer!" The press agent rummaged in his pocket for a vial.
Carol was stunned. "I ... I .didn't know. John! We could call John. He said that it was all right, that it could be taken care of."
The press agent looked astounded. "Take care of? That creep? It's too late now, baby. You've been had and so have I. I've got half this state on my back with the other half waiting in line."
The phone rang and the agent answered, his face turning white as he listened to a. voice and said, "Yes sir, no sir, I'm all I can, sir. There's nothing I can see that she can do but formally withdraw and get out of sight. Yes sir, I'll call you back."
He hung up the phone and stood staring at it, heaving a deep sigh. "That's it. That was my boss, Honey, tomorrow morning you're going to be on front pages all over this country. There's a local gossip columnist around town ... a real rat, a lizard. He saw you with that fag and other people and he smelled a story, so he got a photographer and by the time I heard about it, it was too late to kill the story. The pictures went out on the wire services. If you like publicity, you're in for a lot of it."
"What? That's not fair, I didn't do anything!" Carol wailed.
The agent rolled his eyes. "No, nothing at all. All you did was break every known rule. All you're doing is going to Atlantic City with a picture of you with your boobs hanging out in a Mafia nightclub staring at a belly dancer and seated with some of the prize thugs and scum of the world. Also,- there's one picture of you taking a hefty belt of something other than Coke. Nobody in their right mind will believe it was the un-cola either!"
Wearily, he walked over to Carol and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked at her for a minute smiling sadly, before saying, "I'm sorry. I was getting to like you and I thought you had a real chance to go all the way. I don't think you're a bad kid but you sure aren't bright. You've been had. You're a victim."
Real tears came to Carol's eyes. "Oh," was all she could say in a cold voice.
"You'll have to withdraw. There's nothing for you to sign or say. I'll meet the press in the morning." At that moment he looked very tired and sad.
Carol made an effort to speak in a calm voice. Despite herself, her voice was shaking. "I'm so very sorry I've caused you all this trouble. I didn't mean to. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
He simply shook his head. "You didn't do anything to me. I just like to gripe a lot ... part of my job qualification. All that's left for you to do is pack and get on a plane. Here's your tickets. You leave in the morning. If any reporters run into you, don't say a word. No matter what they say to you, say 'no comment.' Got that? Just 'no comment' and that's all."
Carol felt as if she had just been handed her death warrant. She was being taken out of the Miss America contest and being pushed back into obscurity. She would return home to her friends and her job under a cloud. Her reputation was tainted. And it was all because of that little queer, John. Rage mingled with despair. Being a beauty queen never meant what it was supposed to have meant and she really didn't care about winning or losing, regarding the whole thing as a lark. But she did care about being dismissed in such an abrupt and curt manner, leaving her name and reputation smeared. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the phone jangled again. The agent talked into it and hung up. He pointed to the phone. "And don't, whatever you do, answer that thing."
"Isn't there anything I can do?" Carol wailed again. "Isn't there anything or anybody I can talk to and tell my side of the story?"
The agent shook his head. "All you can do is take it on the chin. Go home, get out of sight, stay out of sight until this all blows over. People forget real fast, you'll see."
"But I didn't do anything!" Carol shouted,- near to sobbing now.
The agent patted her on the shoulder. "I believe you, but, when it comes to a girl as pretty as you, when it comes to beauty queens, people aren't interested in facts so much as they're interested in gossip. And right now, you're nothing but gossip, baby!"
As Carol fell on her bed, the slit in her dress revealed her leg and thigh and stirred the agent to thoughts other than press releases. He reached down and patted her on the bare thigh. "I'm sorry, baby."
Carol raised up long enough to say, "Get out!"
CHAPTER 4
Carol got to her feet, wiped her eyes, her jaw set. She had paid, and paid dearly. She looked around the room for her evening purse, found it and with it the slip of paper that John had written the note on. She dialed the number grimly. If nothing else, she'd really give them something to talk about. If nothing else, she would have the satisfaction of telling John off, of letting him know exactly what she thought of him.
The phone rang several times before anyone answered. "Hello?"
"May I speak to John please?"
"Who?" The voice sounded vague and preoccupied.
"John, the clothes designer."
There was a pause on the other end, then a long sigh and, "Okay. I'll see if I can find him."
When John answered he was delighted to hear Carol say she had changed her mind and would be right over. "I'll have a car over there to pick you up in fifteen minutes."
At the party a man opened the door. He was a tall heavy man, dressed casually in slacks and shirt. He had a drink in his hand. Although he was handsome, Carol thought he had the hardest face she had ever seen. "I'm Bud Thompson. Come on in."
Carol went in slowly. She didn't know what to expect or what she would see. Actually, what she did see surprised her more than if she had seen naked men and women running around. The foyer she was standing in opened on a large room, and people were standing about, men and women, drinks in their hands and smoking and chatting just as they do at any cocktail party. The scene seemed perfectly normal and many of the people were extremely attractive.
Carol caught her breath. One head, above the rest, was instantly recognizable. There, in the flesh, was a famous movie star ... Alan Norman, the cowboy star. He looked more rugged and handsome than he did on the screen. Women were close around him and, as Carol entered, they all laughed at some joke he had just told.
"Your attention, please, I'm going to introduce this beautiful young lady all around. This is a new guest here, Miss Carol...Miss Indiana...and soon, we hope...Miss America!"
Everyone in the room was looking at her and applauding. She didn't know what to, do. The men were looking at her with obvious desire, the women with envy and everyone with admiration.
"We have only one rule here," her host said to her, "No one can make you say or do anything you don't want to do or say, so try 'and relax and if anybody bothers you, let me know."
"Thank you," Carol said. "I didn't know what to expect."
Bud Thompson smiled and shrugged. "I can remember the first far-out party I ever went to. I was so uptight something awful was going to happen."
Carol looked around. "This is what amazes me-- this looks like any other party I've ever been to. I don't see anything out of the ordinary."
"And we work hard at keeping it that way. That's another rule ... a strict one. This room is neutral ground. Nothing happens here. Here, they like each other, they can leave the room. This room is the place where the chickens can feel safe."
Carol smiled. "Well, I feel like being chicken for a while. Also, I'm looking for John. Have you seen aim?"
"I think he's downstairs helping to initiate a new club member. Get yourself a drink. In a couple of minutes, I'll slip down and see," and Bud smirked at her, winking, "if he's involved car just watching."
Carol felt a thrill of excitement run through her ... and fear, too.
"Member? Initiation? John didn't say anything about an initiation to me."
"Relax. You only become a member on the condition you want to be. You have to ask. If you ask and are accepted, you have to be initiated."
Carol put her hand to her head. "I can bet what that is like!"
Bud Thompson stood close to her and his hard eyes glinted coldly. "If you're a woman, as in your case, all it would mean is giving up all rights for one evening and letting the members do whatever they wanted to do with you."
Carol's eyes opened wide. "Anything?"
Bud nodded.
He moved away and Carol found herself melting into the other guests, going to the bar and ordering a drink. A young pretty girl smiled at her and giggled in a naughty way. "This your first time here?" she asked.
Carol nodded.
The girl was excited. "God! Look at the people here! Have you ever seen anything like it?"
Carol shook her head. "No."
"I'm dying to go down. Have you been there yet?"
"No."
"My name's Kit, by the way. And just once in my life, I'd like to see what's going on down in the cellar. Wouldn't you love to go?"
Carol thought for a moment before replying, "I suppose so. I really haven't thought about it much. What goes on down there? Bud was telling me a little about it."
Kit laughed and rolled her eyes. "Apparently, anything goes! God, the stories I've heard! Oh, I'm dying to go! Not to do anything, understand. But just to see it once, that's all!"
"Why don't you then?" Carol asked.
"My husband won't let me. Oh, here he is. Bill, this is Carol."
Bill was busy devouring Carol's figure with his eyes. He was very young. No more than twenty-one or two. "It's not that I won't let her, it's just that I don't feel right about it yet."
Carol started to say something, but a voice interrupted her.
"Here I am, darling."
Carol turned to find John standing behind her. His eyes were glazed in a far-away manner and his face was flushed. He was wearing his evening pants and his shirt was open at the throat. "You won't believe what I've been through! Fantastic!"
"I've got something to tell you. Something that won't keep." Carol was looking straight into his eyes and her voice was rising.
"And what's that, darling?"
"I'm no longer in the Miss America contest. I've been kicked out, thanks to you!"
The room grew hushed and John's face went white. "I ... I don't understand."
"You will. It was your fault. Why didn't you at least think of me and my reputation? I thought you were decent. Only in the past few hours have I learned what a selfish, superficial, stupid person you are!" Carol caught her breath, surprised at herself, at her own vehemence. As she stood looking at John, she felt her arm rise and saw it swinging, saw it slap John's face as if she were in a dream, as if she were dreaming and watching helplessly.
People were pulling them apart. Bud Thompson had her by the arms and was saying, "Now, just a minute!"
The story was finally told and John proved to Carol he was a gentleman. He apologized formally and profusely and said he would do all he could to clear her name. Alan Norman, the movie star, a little drunk now, came over to congratulate her. "You've got a lot of spunk, little lady. Listen, you didn't really lose anything. Beauty queens never go anywhere. Maybe old John here did you a big favor. When I -get back to the coast, I'm going to tell my agent about you."
Carol laughed. "I could never be an actress."
"That was a pretty good performance you put on Just now."
"But I can't act."
"Neither can I. I just act natural, you know. What say you and old Alan mosey on downstairs and take in a bit of the show?"
Carol stiffened and then laughed, "No, I couldn't, I couldn't do a thing like that."
Alan squinted one eye and frowned down at her, an expression of his that she and millions of other fans had seen many times before. "Carol, let me tell you something. Nobody, I mean nobody says no-to old Alan."
Carol didn't know what to say. She looked from Norman to John then to Kit and her husband who were standing nearby. Kit was gazing at Norman with worship in her eyes. Carol used the moment to Introduce the couple to him. and while they were chatting together, she had time to think. After all, what was so terrible about all of them going together? Hadn't she enjoyed being naked in front of John and his two helpers? Hadn't Bud Thompson assured her that she wouldn't have to do anything she didn't want to do?
Norman turned to her. "Let's get down there and see what's going on."
Carol smiled. "All right. On one condition only. That we just watch. No funny business."
Alan Norman gave her a dazzling smile. "Okay with me."
"And John comes with us," Carol said, turning to Mrs. with a smile. It seemed better to forgive and forget.
John was so grateful he almost cried.
Seized by the idea, Carol turned to Kit and Bill. "Why don't we all go together. Safety in numbers."
Kit squealed and Bill looked at the floor and then said. "Okay. For a little while."
Carol felt a thrill as they made their way through the house toward the playroom where she knew lewd, illicit things were going on. The room was dark except for a spot light coming out of the ceiling where she could see a man and woman standing by a mattress. They were both naked and the man's penis was rigidly erect.
She had to take her eyes from them as they threaded their way through the people gathered to watch toward a couch that was along one wall. Walking, holding on to Alan Norman's hand, Carol froze as she looked down at a couple on top of some pillows right at her feet, a man and woman, both naked. The woman, a stunning redhead, was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her knees up, while the man was swiveling into position, placing his knees on either side of her head. Carol watched, her mouth open, as the woman, with eyes closed, reached up with her hands and greedily seized his cock and began licking it with her tongue, craning her neck to take the cock in her mouth.
Behind her she heard Kit say, "My God, Bill. Look at that!"
They stood transfixed as they watched the man slowly pump his hips, his wet, glistening cock sliding, like some great piston, in and out of the woman's mouth, now roundly ovaled. The woman reached with her hands and entwined them around his waist and pulled him closer, taking all of the cock in her . throat as the man began fucking harder into her lust-contorted face.
Gently, Norman pulled Carol along. "Come on," he whispered, "we're blocking the view." He led Carol to the couch where John was sprawled gazing around delightedly and smiling. The couch was a long one, big enough for them all to sit on. No sooner were they seated than Kit, excited beyond control, whirled on her husband and kissed him full on the mouth, grinding her body licentiously into his.
Carol sat next to Norman and John, her breath coming light and fast. To see such overt lewdness and animal sexuality was shocking yet exciting. My God, she thought, how can people bring themselves to do such things?
The answer was only too obvious. Kit and Bill were screwing their mouths together like mad, with Bill running his hands all over his wife's body, pulling her dress up near to her waist. Carol watched, thinking Bill was the one who didn't want to come.
It was exciting. A heat, a lewdness, an odor and atmosphere hung heavy as musk in the room that was, for the most part, quiet. Putting his mouth to her ear, Norman pointed, whispering, "That's the girl who is being initiated into the club."
Carol looked back at the two people standing naked in the spotlight. The girl was lovely and her eyes had a glazed unfocused look. She was sweating and her hair was disheveled. There were red marks on her skin and particularly around her groin. She stood with her arms at her sides and closed her eyes as the man roughly massaged her breasts. Then he spun her around and roughly said, "On your knees!"
The girl dropped to her knees without a word, facing away from him. With both hands on her shoulders, he pushed her forward and she fell, her face, neck and shoulders on the mattress, her firm full buttocks waving high back into the air, exposed for everyone to see. "Spread those legs," the man commanded.
Carol suddenly found herself leaning forward on the couch, her breath coming fast. The girl's naked genitals were exposed completely and in a lewd, helpless position. Her lovely young buttocks, vagina and anus were there for all to see. Carol found it increasingly difficult to sit still. An itching, a sexual excitement and hunger all her own was beginning deep inside of her. She could feel her own cunt begin to moisten involuntarily as she watched the girl spread her knees as wide as possible. It seemed like she couldn't catch her breath as the man said, "Grind it! Grind it around for me!" The girl obeyed instantly, rotating and squirming her buttocks with all her might. Instead of being embarrassed and humiliated as she had been standing, the girl suddenly seemed to be enjoying it. She had her face turned toward the couch and a dazed smile of bliss was on her face, her eyes closed.
The room was full of couples writhing in the dark and everyone seemed to be breathing harder and harder and Carol felt herself getting lightheaded and blinked for a moment, turning to see Kit and Bill. Bill now had Kit's dress up in her lap and Carol could see the thin white crotch band of her panties and Bill's finger caressing the inside of her smooth white thighs. Kit had Bill's fly unzipped and her hand was inside of his pants and moving around. Both of them were gazing at the girl in the spotlight with a rapt look of impending pleasure.
Carol looked back at the girl. She was grinding and gyrating her buttocks furiously now, her body glistening in sweat, her teeth clenched and her face twisted and transformed by lust. It was raw naked lust and there was no other name for it. With a roar, the naked man behind her dropped to his knees, seized her slithery writhing buttocks with both hands and plunged his cock home. He began fucking the girl deep in her vagina as if he wanted to drive her through the floor.
For a moment, Carol was shocked, fearing 'he was going to hurt the girl. But she was obviously loving it and thrusting back up with what strength she had. But it didn't compare with the strength of the man whose eyes were bulging out of his head as he fucked her from behind mercilessly, not holding back, slamming into her with all his weight and strength, causing her whole body to buck and quiver, her breasts to flatten and jiggle lewdly down into the mattress.
That must be what it is like to be completely ravished, Carol thought. In fact,, it was exactly what it was like, with the man enjoying himself completely without thought or regard for the girl other than a pleasure vehicle for him. And the girl, finding herself being used, finding herself naked and exposed to all, permitting herself to be used and defiled in any manner they wanted, letting herself be fucked crazy in front of strangers, found a strange erotic joy flooding through her. Then, the young girl began moaning in a strange animal way as the man, sinking his cock all the way in her, threw his head back and fucked in between her open cunt lips with all his might.
Carol found herself beginning a little moan in her throat along with the girl. A wild thought bolted through her mind and she quickly dismissed it. It was unthinkable, it was too lewd and insane to think, but, for a split second, she wished she were the girl out there on the mattress, getting fucked so savagely. She sat forward on the sofa and crossed her legs and squeezed her buttocks and thighs tightly together. The moistness and heat of her own cunt was becoming unbearable.
With a roar, the man stiffened and came like a ravaging ape into the girl's hungrily milking cunt, his face contorted with rage and desire, his body spastic as he came again and again with the girl under him moaning in despair and screaming, "No! No! Not yet! Don't come yet!" She thrust her hips up higher and higher, trying to keep the man's still trickling penis inside her ravaged vagina. But, he merely collapsed on top of her and rolled off to fall on the mattress, gasping for breath with the girl lying on the mattress grinding her vagina hard down against it, helpless moans of frustration coming from deep in her chest.
The man staggered to his feet and moved out of the spot and into the darkness, leaving the girl by herself. "Next in line!" someone called and there were a few laughs. Carol licked her lips. Her mouth was dry and her body weirdly on fire.
"That turn you on?" Norman asked gently, grinning at her.
Carol's face was flushed and she couldn't look directly at him. She nodded and said, surprised by the hoarse quality of her voice. "I've never seen anything like that before."
"There'll be more," Alan Norman said, lighting a cigarette and settling back. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing immensely. He was a much more sophisticated man than he appeared to be on the screen.
Next to her, John put his hand on her thigh and Carol jumped. His hand was warm and sweaty. "My God," he breathed, "I've seen that girl have four men and two women so far and she still wants more. It's unbelievable."
Carol didn't try to take his hand away, it felt good. She looked down the couch at Kit and Bill. Kit was now leaning back and slumped forward at the same time, her hips on the edge of the couch, her dress pulled up to her waist, revealing all of her from the waist down. Bill had pulled her panties down her hips to the point where her soft dark pubic hair was completely exposed. His cock was out of his pants and Kit was slowly stroking it. Norman, leaning back, said, "Well, take a look at the loving young couple who didn't want to come down here."
The young husband grinned lewdly and then leaned to kiss his wife full on the mouth.
Without asking permission, Norman casually reached and hooked two fingers in Kit's panties and pulled them down over her knees. Kit moaned and kicked free of the panties. Half lying on the couch, naked, her legs spread and her lovely loins clearly visible, her cunt an open pink slit surrounded by soft dark pubic hair, Kit looked like she was ready for anything. Norman turned to Carol and grinned. "It's all right, they're married," he said. Carol laughed in astonishment. Apparently everything was all right and there were no holds barred.
People were turning to watch the couch now. Men were looking lustly at Carol in her gown next to Norman, but none approached, although many were dying to. Carol was clearly the most attractive female present. Next to her, John said, "I think I see a friend over there. I've got to have some fun too ... simply have to. Excuse me."
Now Bill was really mauling Kit; unbuttoning the top of her dress and exposing her ripe young breasts to view, pinching the nipples. Carol stirred restlessly, the desire in her becoming stronger. She whispered to Norman, "Shouldn't we ... I'd like to go soon."
"Is this embarrassing you? Does it really bother you?" he asked, his eyes serious for a change.
Carol nodded. "Sort of. Have you ... I mean ... " she was at loss for words. Out under the spotlight there was another man, naked, his pelvis thrust forward and his penis even bigger and harder than the last man's was, the look on his face was lusty and expectant. The girl sensed his presence and got to her feet and looked longingly at his cock. She was hot now, in a terrible and deep passion and she longed for satisfaction. Carol forgot what she was going to ask Norman, forgot that she was sitting on a couch with a famous movie star and a wildly writhing young couple who were half naked now.
All she could look at was the naked couple standing and looking hungrily at each other under the spotlight. Her mouth was open and dry, her breath coming light and fast. She squirmed and twisted in her seat, the nylon band of her panties tightening against her wet vagina and only serving to excite her more.
The man under the spotlight put his hands on the girl's shoulders and said, "Go down on your knees and suck it!"
A little moan escaped Carol's lips as she saw the girl's reaction. Her face was split by an impassioned look and as she sunk slave-like to her knees, she slowly wet her lips with her tongue. The girl attacked the cock greedily, her mouth closing over the mushroom head of the cock tightly. The man stood above her, spreading his legs and bracing himself, his ringers tangled in the girl's hair. Carol had never seen anything so lewd and obscene in her life as the man's hips slowly began to move and his great cock, like a battering ram, began to slide in and out of the girl's mouth.
Carol watched as if she were hypnotized, her eyes half closed and glazed. The girl's mouth was open as wide as it could go and her lips were stretched tight around the shaft of the cock like two tight rubber bands. She'll choke! Carol thought as the man thrust deeper into her mouth. He thrust deep and slow, pulling the cock out to the tip of the head slowly, a look of malicious pleasure on his face. Just as slowly, just as cruelly, he drove it home, deeper and deeper with each thrust. The girl was no longer merely sucking him; he was fucking her mouth, using it as he would a young hairless cunt.
The room was silent at this obscene spectacle which was made all the more exciting by the look of rapt bliss on the girl's face. "Harder!" a woman's voice called.
"Deeper!" said another man's voice.
"Fuck her!" people were calling.
"Fuck," Carol heard herself say in a little voice. The man responded, thrusting his cock all the way in her unresisting mouth while the girl let her hands slip behind the man and seize the cheeks of his buttocks and pulled him closer and deeper into her mouth. "That's it, yes, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Carol was amazed that she was chanting the words over and over, saving filthy things in a crazy singsong manner. Nothing mattered, no one was listening, all eyes were riveted on the girl who was sucking as hard as she could now with the man fucking harder and faster into her ovaled mouth. The heat and smoke in the room were becoming unbearable and Carol found herself sweating, leaning forward, wishing it were she herself being fucked half to death that way. She watched the couple writhe together with the man suddenly springing, almost crouching over the girl, forcing her head back and up' and fucking down into her mouth and throat with all his power, the muscles in his legs and arms bulging and corded.
Carol gasped aloud when she saw his face twist, saw him grunt and saw veins stand out in the girl's neck, saw her cheeks balloon out as the man came again and again deep into her throat. The girl kept voraciously swallowing his hot come and sucked crazily for more. Finally, the man, his legs trembling in final spasms of satiation, sank to the floor with the girl still possessively sucking on his rapidly deflating cock. Finally, he was on his back, sighing and gasping with the girl licking the last warm white droplets of his come off the tip of his cock.
Carol collapsed back on the couch. Her loins felt like they were on fire. She closed her eyes. She had heard of group orgies like this and had tried to imagine them, but never had she dreamed of anything so brazen, so obscene, so thrilling.
She sat forward again, unconsciously grinding her buttocks down into the couch. Next to Alan, looking across his lap, she could see Kit. Bill was sucking on the nipples of her breasts while his hand kneaded and fondled her vagina. Kit was gazing at Alan with lust in her eyes. She was obviously enjoying being an exhibitionist and Carol told herself it wouldn't be too long before Kit would be out there under the spotlight.
Alan Norman was an enigma. He seemed to be enjoying it all and yet he didn't seem to be aroused. Carol touched his arm and he turned and smiled at her. "Do you ... do you come to this kind of thing often?"
He chuckled. "Honey, I'm from Los Angeles ... Hollywood. Remember? They practically invented this, kind of thing, I've been to hundreds of these things."
"Have you ... " Carol waved a hand, "you know."
Alan gave her that famous smile of his. "Have I ever participated? Is that what you want to know?"
Carol nodded.
Alan patted her on the knee. "Honey, when I lack off, when my time is up, I'll die knowing that there is damned little I haven't tried." He looked droll for a moment. "Although I'll admit I haven't mastered the Egyptian nose flute."
Carol couldn't help laughing. Her laugh froze on her face as Alan in the same droll expression and voice said, "And I haven't tried you yet, either."
"What?"
He smirked. "You heard me. Now, you wouldn't want me to lie on my deathbed thinking that I hadn't made love to one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen ... "
"No," Carol said, shaking her head, "I wouldn't. No. Never."
"Like I said, nobody says no to old Norman and, like I said, you've got a lot of spunk. Come on."
Getting up, he seized her wrist and Carol was amazed at his strength. He was no tinsel hero, but all man. He held her so tightly by the wrist, she thought the circulation would stop. He led her from the room and up the stairs. Behind them, on the couch, Kit and Bill were locked nakedly together, fucking with all their strength while others gathered around to watch.
Upstairs, Alan held on to Carol's wrist, stopping long enough to get a bottle of scotch and two glasses from the bartender. He got a key from Bud Thompson and they walked from the room with every eye on them. Alan took her arm and led her toward a door up another flight of stairs.
He opened the door on an opulent bedroom done in Victorian style with a huge canopied bed. Striding across the room he stood by the bed and leaned, looking up. "Yep, this is the right one all right. Come here, Carol baby."
Carol came to his side to see a huge mirror placed above the bed in the canopy. "Oh God, we can see ourselves doing it!" she said in almost complete disbelief.
Alan laughed and went to the table where he set the glasses down and twisted the bottle open. "Look around, there's a wall refrigerator somewhere with some ice in it."
Carol found the ice and Alan made the drinks. They toasted and drank with Carol making a face. She caught her breath and said, "May I talk? I have to ... "
Alan strolled to the bed and flopped on it. "Sure thing. Talk away."
"Well, all my life I've lived in a little town and I never dreamed people lived this way. Do many people live like this?"
"A great many more than you'd think."
"It seems to me that nothing would mean anything to them anymore."
Alan grinned. "Not true. People just have more fun, that's all. Things mean a lot to them, maybe more than they do for the so-called straight folks, although I like straight folks."
"So do I." Carol took another drink of scotch and shook her head. "Things happen so fast. I came here tonight to tell off John and leave and now here I am about to go to bed with a famous movie star. I've seen things I didn't believe happened. Really! It's too much to be believed!"
"I know what you mean. Look, that John is all right. Just a silly faggot, that's all. He means well, but, everyone knows he's so damned unhappy deep down. He'd like to be a man but he can't make it."
There was a pause in the conversation. The drinks had hit Carol hard. How long had it been since she had eaten? What time was it? She had to catch a plane in the morning.
Alan drained his glass and got up, taking off his coat and tie. He walked over and poured himself another drink, asking, "How about if I freshen up yours?"
He took the glass from Carol's hand and, impulsively, she said, "Alan, I've not had much experience with sex."
Alan smiled down at her. It was a sweet and understanding smile. "So?"
"Well, I don't really know what to do! All those things downstairs, I mean!"
"There are no rules," he said gently, handing her back her freshened drink.
"But I don't know if I could do things like ... like that girl was doing down there." The thought of the scene and of all those bodies and again Carol felt a yearning, a craving, a desire. Again, the impossible, illogical, insane thought: it would be exciting to be the sole center of a naked orgy.
Alan laughed. "Honey, like the old song say, all you have to do is what comes naturally."
Carol took another deep drink. The room seemed to be tilting slightly and Alan now had his shirt off, revealing his muscular torso. "Alan, can I ask one more question?"
"Fire away," Alan said, drinking.
"How do people get to the insane point that girl was at tonight? What makes her do a thing like that?" Carol's face was serious and she really meant the question.
Alan was taking off his pants and neatly creasing them and hanging them up. "Kicks. That's all."
"Have you ever done-anything like that?"
He snorted. "Hell, show me one human being who Is half alive who hasn't done things like that or at least thought about them."
"But, it seems so degrading," Carol said, thinking of herself in such a situation and how she would ever face life again.
Alan stood in front of her in his shorts. "Listen, haven't you ever thought about things like you saw tonight? Now, be honest with me."
Carol looked down at her drink, drank again and said, "Yes," without looking up.
"And so did that little girl next to me with her green and horny-husband. They want to be good and wicked. Well, I say it's better to be wicked than to just think about it and then crawl into bed miserable and alone and wondering. Sure, I've, gone through the whole bit. Now, I like my sex with someone I like and all alone. I've grown out of that thing. Understand? I've got nothing against it and once in a while, I like to watch it. It turns me on. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"
Silently, Carol nodded, still looking down at her drink. Slowly, she raised her glowing eyes to take in Alan's muscular frame. Although he was in his forties, he was in fine shape and he stood before her, the hero of so many of her dreams. Only now he wasn't a rugged and dashing image twenty-three feet high on some screen, he was standing in front of her, flesh and blood. A thrill ran through her. Was she going to fall in love with some stranger? This honest and charming man maybe?
She stood, finished her drink and then with an outward show of courage walked to the big bed, her back to him, unzipping her dress she let it fall to the floor. Still not looking at him, she took her bra off and stepped out of her panties and lay down on the bed, spread-eagled, naked, her eyes half closed.
Alan stood at the end of the bed, finishing his drink, taking in her lovely form. "Sweet day adawning," he said in a husky voice. Carol lay before him, voluptuous and curving, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks and thighs revealed to him in all their splendor as he slowly took his shorts off and stood, drinking in her loveliness with his already erect cock in his hand.
Carol gasped, half pleasure, half fear. It was so big! It would surely hurt going in! Her eyes widened yet her body instinctively coiled and twined with anticipated pleasure.
Alan grinned down at her. "Look up," he whispered.
Carol looked up at the ceiling and ,saw herself naked and revealed, in the full length mirror built into the ceiling canopy of the bed. She grinned at herself and spread her legs wide to reveal her soft sparse pubic hair and the open pink slit of her vagina. God, she thought, I'm hot already! The itch, the flaming feeling deep in her loins licked at her, made her cunt hot and moist and she instinctively began to undulate her body, her lovely rounded hips, her tongue licking expectantly around her lips. Involuntarily she found her hands sliding over her belly, creeping up to lovingly massage her breasts and play with her hardening nipples.
A shudder of pleasure swept through her as she saw Alan lie down beside her and grin up at then-naked images. Entranced, she watched as his hand caressed her stomach, slid lower to knead her pubic hairs, then, with a sharp intake of breath, she watched as his finger slid over the lips of her vagina and gently parted them. One practiced finger found her tiny, moistened clitoris and began teasingly massaging it. A low moan came from her lips and her buttocks thrust upward with a natural motion and ground slowly around.
Her breath was coming faster now as she watched the mirror, saw Alan shift position and saw the back of his head smother her breast, blocking it from sight. Yet, she felt his lips and mouth sucking wetly on her nipple, felt his tongue licking it, felt, with a delicious shudder, his teeth gently bite into it. And all the time his fingers were still skillfully caressing her cunt, making it more and more passion-inflamed, mounting the intensity of pleasure she was feeling. With her mouth half open and her eyes glazed, she watched her image as she slowly, wantonly, spread her legs wider still; wide, wider, as far as they would go and saw Alan's probing hand and busy fingers. Slowly, as she watched, his middle finger spread the soft-hair-lined lips of her cunt further still and slowly wormed its way in between her open legs.
Then, as she watched, Alan's head shifted to her other breast and his finger began slowly finger fucking into her, and Carol turned her head from side to side and moaned. She had never expected it to be so lewd, so thrilling!
Taking his mouth from her breasts, Alan laid beside her, next to her ear, his middle finger still fucking in and out between her open legs while he whispered, Relax. Let it happen. Don't resist. The more you give in, the better it'll be for both of us."
Carol watched, feeling her body wrapped in the invisible thick blanket of warm overwhelming lewd-ness. She watched as Alan slowly began kissing her body with his wet teasing lips. Her neck, her breasts, her stomach. Then, almost panting, she watched as the back of his head blocked her gently squirming vaginal area from her view and she gasped, instinctively trying to clasp her legs together. No one had ever done before what he was going to do to her! It was perverted! Something she had never let herself think about!
The advice which Alan had whispered ran through her mind. Relax! How could she relax? There she was, mirrored up on the ceiling, her whole body naked and her legs apart. She saw her face contort and heard herself unconsciously moan aloud as she felt the hot wet tip of his tongue lick teasingly at her clitoris. A-wave of pleasure, pure lewd animal pleasure, thick and engulfing, swept through her body, twisting her around on the bed as a flame twists and torques a match.
She could barely breathe as Alan's tongue licked and sucked relentlessly at her defenseless cunt, finding its way into the tiny hidden recesses between her open thighs. An idiotic thought flashed through her brain; now she knew why it was so forbidden! Why it was always thought of as perverted! It was so good! It was so delicious! And ... throughout all of recorded history everything that was good and delicious had been forbidden!
Carol's moans mounted in intensity as Alan's hands spread her naked taut young cunt wider and his tongue, like some evil, coaxing flame, probed deeper and deeper into her moist insides. "Relax!" tore through her confused mind. Relax he had urged her.
With perhaps her last intellectual thought, Carol made a conscious effort to relax, forcing her muscles to grow limp and allowing her primeval animal instincts to take over.
It seemed to be a wild, untamed female creature in heat she was watching in the ceiling mirror, a strange beautiful woman with a wild twisted face who writhed and undulated as the man called Alan slavered between her naked thighs for dear life and sucked and stabbed like a demon with his tongue imbedded deep in her lust-inflamed cunt. "Suck it!" she screamed, "Let me have it, don't stop, don't stop! Ohhhhh God, it's so good, so fucking good!" Carol watched through passion-fogged eyes as the creature in the mirror spread her legs as wide as they would go and drew back her knees until they were pressed hard against her breasts. She felt Alan's finger searching for her tiny exposed anus, "Yes!" she moaned. "That tooooo! Do it! Do it!"
Alan's goading finger ground in slowly, up to the first knuckle, and Carol gave a gasping groan of pain and delight. The two emotions fought with one another, the pain mounting as Alan's finger wormed in deeper and squirmed lasciviously around, ravaging the smooth rubbery walls of her anus. But then the pleasure came on again, mounting in intensity as Carol, without thinking, relaxed and allowed the searching middle finger to drive deeper and slowly begin fucking in and out while his hot wet tongue sliced rapierlike into her open cunt. Now her arms were thrown out to her sides and her hips bucking insanely upward as Carol was swept skyward on a great wave of ever rising pleasure. She felt a strange tingling growing in her, a mounting, molten emotion she had never felt before, and her eyes widened in deep disbelief. This must be an orgasm, the thing she had read and dreamed so much about! In her past experiences-with sex, the men had always come inside her too soon, coming with uncontrolled grunts and groans just as she was approaching her climax. Now, with Alan ravaging and caressing her body, she was being carried toward some new and unknown feeling that was at once both electric and sweet. It was going to be a little like death and a little like rebirth. A blinding flash of light, a feeling so intense and good that she would never forget it and would want it again and again.
It was now, in a moment of sweating near madness that she understood what it was that made other women want to be initiated into the club, what it was that lay dormant in herself, what it was that had suddenly awakened in the young Kit and her husband downstairs. She longed to be crushed in the middle of a group of naked writhing bodies, being given nothing but intense carnal pleasure and one endless orgasm after another.
It was now impossible for her to talk although she made tiny, unintelligible noises, moaned, groaned, mewed and tried to say something. She was so near to coming now and her bones seemed to turn to putty, her flesh into some hot living liquid. She was near, almost there! One more time! One more thrust with the wet magical tongue snaking around down between her legs ... !
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped!
Just at the crucial moment, as if he knew, Alan stopped, tore himself free, and rolled over on his back.
A fierce cry of rage and near-madness tore from Carol's throat. She clawed the air and gritted her teeth. She had to have it! She had to come! She was almost instantaneously on her knees, clawing at Alan's chest, pounding at him, a female animal snarl escaping her twisted lips. Alan fought with her, having to use his strength against her, having to use roughness, forcing her down, writhing and panting over her naked body.
Although her vision was blurred, she saw his great cock in front of her face and with a growl, she clutched it and instinctively pulled the foreskin back, revealing the smooth throbbing head swelling bigger every second. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God, yes!" and without thinking or hesitating, she plunged the pulsating prickhead into the warm saliva of her mouth and begin licking and sucking, tasting the pungent, exciting secretion from his cock. She bit it until Alan moaned and then she let it sink deeper into her mouth and sucked it tightly as she could. God, she thought, if only someone could see me doing such a thing! When she was younger and had first heard of women doing such things to men, she thought them mad, immoral, sluts, perverts, whores! Yet, here she was doing it, with Alan watching in the mirror above them, and she was loving it! It was so lewd, so obscene and yet so exciting!
Her head bobbed slavishly up and down as she sucked harder, letting her set lips slip teasingly down the shaft of his rigid penis, feeling his hard strong hands on her headland feeling his hips beginning to move as he moaned aloud now, building his moans and movements to the point where he roared and pushed her free.
Carol fought to get her mouth back over his cock, saying, "No, no, no, no, NO!"
Alan caught her by the shoulders and twisting, hurting her, he hurled her down on the bed on her back, almost burying her in the mattress. Had he thrown her as hard on the floor, it would have surely knocked her out and broken some bones. His great body crashed on top of her, and up in the mirror, Carol saw stars dance around their nude bodies. She also saw his naked back and buttocks squirming over her body, his knees pressed tightly between hers and forcing her shapely legs apart.
She threw her legs wide and grasping, her arms criss-crossed over his back, watched her face as she felt the great blunt head of his cock at the slippery entrance to her cunt like some terrible red-hot ramrod. It would hurt, but she wanted it, she wanted it more than anything in the whole world. She watched her eyes growing wider and wider as the head pushed in, forcing the smooth wet walls of her cunt to stretch wide, wider still, so wide and so tight, she thought she would split and she gave out a little whimpering cry of fright. It was going to hurt too much! She couldn't possibly take it all inside of her vagina, the tightness of her small, almost unused vagina!
The head slid in, every inch well lubricated by her passion. And still it came on! "Oh, no!" she moaned, yet she was helpless to stop him. She was locked in his muscular arms and pressed down by his weight, pinned in place by his cock, like a great stake impaling her to the mattress. She felt as if she were a sacrificial victim at some primitive rite, a naked victim on some altar devoted to lewdness and pleasure. And she wanted it. She wanted to be fucked, to be debased and humiliated! It made some kind of crazy sense. She wanted him to do with her whatever he wanted. She wanted to be fucked until her head fell off and then fucked some more. She wanted to awaken with-cocks all around her. Now she knew, now she understood the intense; maddening, immoral, lewd pleasure of it all.
Carol relaxed. Every fiber of her being turned into hot, bubbling honey. Alan's great cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her, seeming to stretch the walls of her cunt beyond endurance, driving her with such intense pain that it became pure pleasure.
Alan began fucking crazily in and out between her widespread legs and thighs, his cock big and massive enough to be an ancient battering ram, and he began using it as such, pulling it out slowly only to sink it back in again with a sudden rush.
Carol was utterly insatiable and enjoying it all, to the point where she felt like screaming with joy. Above her, her figure in the mirror was writhing and twisting and bucking and her voice pleaded, "Oh, fuck me. Oh God, fuck me, fuck the life out of me, fuck me to death! FUCK ME!"
Alan responded like a wild stallion. He began to fuck into her wildly Clasping young pussy hard and heavy, indifferent to hurting her, banging her body. Carol lewdly lifted and wrapped her legs around his naked waist and locked her ankles together, drawing her buttocks up to get more of the thick plunging cock into her hungrily throbbing belly. She felt the head of it bang again and again against the cervix. "I'm ... I'm commmmmmming!" she cried. "Oh, God, I'm commmmmmmingl" Alan redoubled his efforts as they inched across the bed slowly, her hips rising to meet his thrusts only to be slammed down again and again into the squeaking mattress until she could no longer even see her shamelessly twisting body in the mirror. Her head was hanging free of the bed as Alan fucked her with a shouting, grunting fury. Now her shoulders were free of the bed and, in two more brutal thrusts, her round naked buttocks would be free and she would crash to the floor.
Her head was touching the floor, banging against it, when the moment came. It was irreversible. Nothing could stop it. She began to moan and gag on her own saliva. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body convulsed, her hips thrusting straight up as she came. "AAAAAGGGGGGGHHhhhhhhhh! God, fuck it, fuck it harder! Harrrrrder!" Her climax exploded inside of her and her vision faded as she saw red and came again and again with an intensity so powerful she thought her heart had stopped beating.
Above her, Alan, half off the bed, holding onto her hips with powerful hands, fucked on furiously. One, two, last thrusts and he moaned and roared and at last Carol felt his cock swelling and convulsing and felt his white hot come spurt lava-like deep into her ravaged cunt and belly. And then, with a shuddering moan, he fell on top of her and they both tumbled in a panting, sweating mass to the floor where they slumped and held tightly to one another.
After a seeming eternity, Alan rolled off her and lay on his back, looking at the ceiling, "Sweet day a-dawning," he gasped and Carol smiled dazedly, sitting up and cupping her breasts in silent wonder. She felt tired yet relaxed, more relaxed than she had felt since she was a baby. She felt more than relaxed, she felt fulfilled. She looked at Alan and half-moaned in amazement. "My God, what have we done?"
Alan seemed drowsy and amused. "We balled, we had sex, we fucked!"
The lewd word made Carol smile. It was true, they had fucked and she had loved it. She had felt things she'd never known about and, most important, wanted more of.
"Get me a cigarette, will you, Love?" Alan asked, pointing to his pants. Carol got to her feet and found it difficult to walk, she was so relaxed. Coming back to Alan, she saw him grinning up between her legs as his eyes took in her body. She gave him a cigarette, lit it for him and kneeled by him, watching him smoke ...
"Do you do this all the time?" she asked incredulously.
Alan smiled up at her. "Truth?"
Smiling, Carol nodded.
Alan took another drag and said, "Truth is, no, not like that. Let me tell you, you're a hot little number! You've got real talent!"
Carol was pleased and showed him so by bending over and kissing him wetly on the mouth and whispering, "I want to do all lands of things!"
Alan ruffled her hair. "And believe me, you're going to ... with old Alan ... now ... tonight. Let's have another drink first, okay?"
With an expectant grin, Carol offered to make the drinks and she did so with Alan crawling back up on the bed and lying there smoking, watching her nude supple movements and instructing her in how to make the drinks.
Carol gloried in her nakedness as she stood by the bed, one hand on her hip, toasting Alan and grinning as he looked again at her body with admiring eyes. Her glance went to his penis, now soft and limp. "What's the matter with him?" she asked coyly.
Alan grinned. "Needs a little attention, a little loving."
Grinning impishly, Carol put her drink down and sat on the bed, taking the cock in one hand. "Well, well see what we can do about that," she cooed softly, ovaling her lips teasingly.
CHAPTER 5
It was near dawn and faint streaks of light were in the sky to the east when Alan dropped Carol off at the hotel, escorting her through the lobby and to the banks of elevators to the astonishment and titillation of the few onlookers at that early hour.
At the elevators, Alan stretched his big frame and smothered a yawn. "Sweet day a-dawning out there, Carol. Think I'll take a little swim before I catch some shuteye. Got to move on tomorrow." He reached in his breast pocket and produced two cards. "This is my agent and this is where you can reach me if you ever get to L.A."
Carol looked at the card sadly. "If I ever get there I'll look you up."
Carol cried in the elevator and all the way down the hall and into her room. She lay on the bed and cried until she couldn't cry anymore, then got up and slowly undressed.
Out of the shower, she dried and dressed, putting on something conservative to arrive back home in. She packed her bags and took two aspirin, figuring she'd get some sleep on the plane. Her bags by the door, she picked up the phone and called the desk, asking them to send a bellhop for her bags.
"We had a phone call for you just a few minutes ago and you didn't answer."
"Oh? I must have been in the shower."
"I've a message for you. A Mister Ted Hurley called. He's at the airport and would like you to call him at this number."
Her voice trembling, Carol asked the desk clerk to please get that number for her while she held on. She had to sit down. Ted Hurley! What did he want?
It seemed like an eternity before his voice came over the phone, low and warm. "Carol?"
"Ted?"
"Congratulations."
"For what?"
"I've got the morning papers. Just flew in from New York and it was on the late news with a picture of you in a bathing suit. You're out of the contest."
"Yes," Carol said sadly. "So much has happened to me." She couldn't hold back an inner chuckle over that one.
"You can tell me all about it in a little while. I'm canceling my plane flight and taking a taxi into town. Wait for me."
"I can't!" Carol complained. "I've got to check out and catch a plane back home."
"Forget it," Ted's voice said reassuringly.
"But I can't afford to stay here," Carol said.
There was a pause at the other end and before Ted started in again, his voice filled with vibrant enthusiasm. "Okay. Check out, get in a taxi and come out here. Got your ticket?"
"Good. We'll cash it in and I'll make reservations on another flight."
"What? Where?"
"I don't know," he answered. "Anywhere, any place it's nice to have a honeymoon. Ill find out what's available and have it all lined up by the time you get here. Hurry now."
"Ted?"
"Yeah?"
"What honeymoon? Are you asking me to marry you?" Carol couldn't resist smiling.
"No," he said, his voice still low, and Carol had the feeling from the tone of it that she had better listen closely. "No, I'm telling you that you are going to marry me."
"What? Are you crazy?" Carol couldn't resist a laugh.
"Hang up and check out and get in a cab. I'm not going to wait all night."
By late afternoon, Ted and Carol had landed in Las Vegas. Ted had rented a car. They were married by a justice of the peace in the penthouse at a local top hotel. The owner of the hotel was the Best Man and one of his star attractions, a Negro singer, a tall, willowy woman who was very friendly to Carol, was the maid of honor.
The ceremony was brief and over before Carol had time to realize that she had said, "I do." They kissed and then everything broke loose, guests crowding in and around and congratulating her. Carol didn't know anyone but was in an atmosphere of love and glamour. The black singer who Carol had seen on TV many times, came up to her and shook her hand, saying, "You look so pretty, I think I'll kiss you myself." Everyone laughed and the singer, Jenny, kissed her on the mouth, running the tip of her tongue teasingly between Carol's startled teeth. "Whoops!" Jenny whispered in her ear. "Forgot who I was kissing! Forgive me, honey."
Carol pulled away and laughed, even though her face was crimson. "It's okay," she said as champagne corks popped and someone handed her a glass and a toast was drunk in her honor.
Soon the room was filled with guests and entertainers from the hotel and the champagne kept pouring and people crowded around Carol and asked her questions.
After the reception, the owner of the hotel, who was 'an old friend of Ted's, insisted they stay as his guest and have dinner. Ted changed their plans once again and accepted. They dined lavishly, having anything and everything they wanted. When they were through, it was late, and Ted said, "Why not stay the night and drive to L.A. in the morning? We could catch Jenny in her act. She's great."
Carol agreed and they were given a ringside table and served drinks while they watched Jenny. She was tall and sensuous, treating her microphone like it was a live cock in her hand, letting the tip of her tongue touch it while she grinned at the audience provocatively. She twitched her hips and rolled them wickedly, singing all the time in a racy suggestive voice. Carol had to admit she toned her TV act way down.
After Jenny's act a comic came on and they stayed a while. Then, at Ted's suggestion, they went up to the suite of rooms that the owner had left at their disposal for the evening. A bottle of champagne was waiting in a bucket next to some cold cuts.
Carol showered while Ted got into a bathrobe and poured the champagne; They toasted and drank and then Ted looked her directly in the eye. "If you want happiness with me, Carol, real happiness, you must always do exactly as I say. Understand? Always, you must do exactly as I say. It might not make sense at first, but if you do what I want and as I say, it will, after awhile. And then, you'll be happy."
Carol stood in her bathrobe, holding the glass of champagne. Ted's words hit a responsive chord deep in Carol. He was to do the thinking, he was to champion the causes. He was responsible for earning the living, she was responsible for making him happy. Silently, she raised her glass in acceptance and drank.
"First of all, I have to break down all of your taboos and superstitions," Ted said, sipping his drink and smiling at her, "How do you know I have any?" Carol asked.
The same smile played around Ted's lips. "Well wait and see." He took Carol by the hand and led her to sit beside him on the couch. "Carol, just because I never married doesn't mean that I'm naive about sex. I made up my mind a long time ago just what it was I wanted in a woman. More than that, I decided for myself just what it was that had any meaning or happiness for me in life. I've chosen my way to live. Carol, I promise you that it is fulfilling, it's exciting, and it brings to you all kinds of rewards that you wouldn't ordinarily dreamed existed."
Carol nodded. Nothing he'd said really made any sense to her, but it sounded good.
"One thing that I insist upon is utter and complete honesty between the two of us. Without that, life will inevitably become disappointing and eventually hateful." Ted took another sip from his glass, staring hard at Carol.
She lowered her eyes. Was this the time to tell him about Alan? A random thought flashed through her mind. Something that John had said. What was it? Carol appeared cool, but her mind was working hard. So much had happened to her in the past week. So many ups and downs. Just awhile ago she felt that she was doomed to go back home, slip into obscurity, and live a mundane life with the taint of having done something wrong. Now, she was sitting with a glamorous writer whom she didn't even know if she loved.
She was enchanted by him, yet, she had spent a night with Alan that had changed her opinion about many moral values. Still, like a nagging headache, there persisted the thought that John had said something she should remember. Some reason for doing something, some enticement for going somewhere.
It came to her in a flash. John had said that maybe Ted would be at the Thompson party!
Carol looked at her husband with an open mouth.
"What's the matter?" Ted asked, putting his arm on hers.
"Nothing. I just remembered something."
"What?"
Carol gave a false laugh and passed it off. "Nothing. Just a silly thought." Carol hesitated, taking his hand.
"What?" Ted gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.
Carol took a deep breath. "I went to a party. A man named Bud Thompson gave the party in a rented house. I saw what went on there and I met Alan Norman, the "movie actor, and I went to bed with him." She looked at Ted's face, afraid of what he might say.
He shrugged, "So?"
"It was a sex party. Wife swapping and God knows what. I knew it. John, the designer, told me so. I went anyway. I went for another reason. But, I stayed. I just remembered that John said that maybe you'd be there."
Ted smiled encouragingly. "Is that why you went?"
"No. I went to tell John off because he was the reason I got thrown out of the contest. But," Carol looked at her hands, "I stayed."
"Did you enjoy it?" Ted asked softly.
Carol made a face. "Yes. No. I don't know. Everything is so confusing. Ted, I don't even know you! I don't even know myself! I don't know right from wrong anymore! I don't know if I want to or could even do the things I did with Alan again! Somehow, way-down deep, it just seems wrong somehow. Ted, if you love me like you say, please tell me what to do. Tell me what's right and wrong."
Ted patted her hand. "It's all right, it's okay. We begin now. Here's to the making of Mrs. Carol Hurley," he said, raising his glass. "And I mean that in more ways than one."
Carol happily drank to the toast and laughed at his pun. "How many ways?"
Ted looked at her wickedly. "Well, tonight, it'll be a three-way one."
Carol laughed, not totally clear on what he meant, not having paid attention in her French classes.
They drained their glasses and refilled them. They sat and talked, drinking, Ted trying to explain his books and the movie on which he was working and asking questions of Carol's past. He opened another bottle and they drank more, getting more heady with each glass and getting more intimate. They began necking, Ted gently nibbling on her ear. Gradually, the kissing, interrupted by glasses of champagne and silly toasts, got hotter.
Time didn't seem to merely pass for Carol, it seemed to float. At Ted's insistence, she was having far too much to drink. She sat on the couch, naked under her robe, the robe open, revealing her lovely legs and thighs which Ted fondled as she watched him with eyes that were difficult to focus.
Now she was sprawled on her back on the couch and her robe was completely open. One leg was straight out, extending to the floor and the other leg was bent at the knee. Her naked loins and vagina were shamelessly exposed. Her breasts were also exposed and her nipples stood taut. She was excited in a smoky vague way as Ted stood over the couch smiling at her, still wearing his robe. He had been talking to her. She passed her hand over her eyes. What had he been saying? Had he been making love to her?
"That's it, darling," his voice came to her, "I want you completely brazen." His voice was soft, smoothing, and insinuating.-Why not? She thought, why not do what pleases him? "I want you to be a slut, a whore," his soft voice went on.
Carol spread her legs further and sliding her hand down over the smooth flatness of her belly began kneading her pubic hairs with one hand.
The doorbell rang and Carol started, tried to get up and cover herself. Ted's hand pushed her roughly back. "No," he said, "It's all right. It's all been arranged. I want you to stay the way you are and do exactly as I say." Then he bent over and kissed her wantonly on the mouth. "I'll be right back," he whispered. "Don't move."
Carol sank back and closed her eyes. His kiss, his probing tongue had aroused her further. She felt drunk and her thoughts weren't clear, but she felt good. She relaxed and moved her hips slightly, rolling them slowly around.
She heard voices and sensed that someone other than Ted was standing next to her. She opened her eyes and stared into the grinning face of Jenny, the black singer! Again, gasping, she tried to cover her lovely nude body. Jenny gave a laugh and Ted, next to her, bent over and stopped her. "I said it was all right," he said in a louder, harsher tone.
"I ... I don't understand," Carol said through lips that slurred her words.
Jenny looked at Ted and threw one arm around him. "Oh, you will, honey, you will. Ted here has wild tastes."
Ted put his face close to Carol's. "You'll do exactly what I say. For now, you'll just lie there and let Jenny do what she wants to you."
Jenny looked at Carol's eyes and then smiled doubtfully at Ted. "You sure this is going to work out? I mean, I don't want to get into anything that's going to be a hassle and get the police or the papers in on it. I mean, I got this far singing and balling and if you don't mind, I'd like to do it for awhile longer, if it's all the same to you, baby."
Ted looked annoyed. "I told you it was okay. This is a first for her so she's a little upset and scared. Go on, you dig being first."
Jenny grinned down at Carol who looked back up with big uncomprehending eyes. Did Ted actually expect her to have sex with this female singer? "No!" Carol cried. "I've never done such a thing before."
Ted stood over her again. "You will do exactly as I say!" he commanded. "I'm capable of marrying you on a moment's notice, believe me, I'm quite capable of divorcing you right now. Then you'd have to go home with that added to your already impressive list. Just lie still, no one is going to harm you."
Ted straightened, spun on his heel and sat down in a chair, moving the chair into a good viewing position. He nodded to Jenny, who shrugged and began removing her gown.
Carol watched Jenny with her eyes still wide and unfocused. There seemed to be two of her. Two tall willowly Jennys, overlapping, were stepping out of their gowns as Carol watched. Did Ted expect her to have sex with another woman?
Jenny twitched her hips the way she did when she sang as she got out of her panties and stood naked. Carol stifled a scream. What did Ted want from her? Something depraved, something unnatural and perverted? "Ted!" she called.
"Yes?" he asked. Carol tried to focus on him. Now there were two of him sitting in two chairs, dressed in two robes and smoking two cigarettes. She squinted and the two chairs, robes and cigarettes emerged to make one Ted, who was looking at her with that slight smile of his. "Why?" Carol asked, her voice trembling.
"Because it gives me pleasure and it'll give you pleasure, too. I'm sorry I had to get you so drunk the first time. Later on, we won't have anything to drink at all."
Carol couldn't understand all that he said, her attention constantly shifting. She looked back to see Jenny kneeling by the couch, down between her open thighs. She tried to close them but couldn't because Jenny's shoulders were in the way. Her hands flew down to cover her vagina and Jenny gave a low chuckle, saying over her shoulder, "I see I'm going to have to work on this one a bit."
Ted smiled. "It'll be interesting to watch. Carol, I want you to act like a slut."
Carol closed her eyes and tried to keep from making any sound. She could feel Jenny's soft hand running over her thighs, caressing them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the insides, then gently trailing up to where .her hands were cupped protectively over her vagina. She could hear Jenny say, "It won't do any good, honey. Remember I'm a woman too and I know what turns us on." Gently she tried to pry Carol's hands loose with Carol clutching all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the soft flesh of her cunt, inadvertently separating her vaginal lips.
Carol's whole body jumped as she felt Jenny's tongue licking on the inside of her thighs, and she tightened her hands over her vaginal area with a sudden soul-rending moan. She could feel her clitoris swelling and electric shocks of sensuality coursed through her body. Jenny's tongue kept licking, licking on and on, licking now over her hands, trying to force its wet way between her fingers. Wildly, Carol looked over at her husband who sat intent, his cigarette forgotten as he watched Jenny sensuously licking down between his new bride's legs.
The more her tongue probed, the harder Carol resisted, realizing with a moan, that the more she resisted, the more she was only exciting herself. Jenny's tongue began darting around, probing for an opening, a weakness. Carol, in order to prevent her, kept moving her fingers. The desperate defense movements only served to intensify her excitement. Her cunt was now becoming moist and her moans increased as Jenny's burrowing head found one corner of her vagina unprotected and slowly forced Carol's fingers to one side a fraction of an inch. Now Jenny was aroused, and she licked furiously while Carol gritted her teeth and fought.
Then, in a surprise move, Jenny darted her head lower, and her tongue found the soft unprotected crevice of her buttocks and licked lasciviously while her fingers worked to part and widen the full firm mounds. Carol gasped and moaned while Jenny worked her hands under her buttocks to cup them in her" hands and tilt her hips ever so slightly, and Carol shuddered as she felt the tip of Jenny's hot wet tongue flicking over the overly sensitive mouth of her tiny puckered anus. "Aggggghhhhhhhaaa!" Carol screamed. "It feels so good, so' goooood."
She moved her hands to try and stop Jenny. Before she could realize it or react Jenny's mouth and tongue were working furiously on her wide open unprotected cunt. Carol twisted and turned and tried with her hands to push Jenny's head away, But her twisting and turning soon turned into a regular undulating motion, a lewd greedy movement designed to get that searing, tortuously worming tongue further up her cunt. It was no good, too delicious to resist anymore. Her mind flew back to Alan and she thought about how she had wished then that someone was watching her get it, Now it was a reality. She was actually doing lewd, unspeakable things as her own husband watched.
With foggy vision, she looked across the room and moaned. Ted was sitting forward in his chair, watching them intently. Let him see! Let him see everything, she thought.
Jenny pulled herself free and leaped on top of Carol and ground her crotch against Carol's vagina, her pubic hair massaging Carol's moist cunt and exciting her still further. Then Jenny pulled her up with Ted's aid and they hurried into the bedroom where Carol fell on the king-size bed and rolled over on her back. Jenny was on top of her again. "Split those lovely legs as wide as you can ... you're going for a real ride now, baby!" Jenny hissed.
Then Jenny got on top of her and continued to grind against Carol's cunt. Carol mewed with pleasure and thrust up, rotating her hips as if they were on ball bearings. Ted was now naked, his prick erect and he crawled on the bed beside the two of them, his hips on a level with their heads. Jenny grinned at his cock and took it in one hand. With the other hand on the back of Carol's head, she forced the girl's mouth toward the cock, Carol didn't really need the urging. Her warm red lips closed over Ted's cock as Jenny watched.
Carol began sucking harder, wanting to get more of Ted's cock in her mouth while Jenny slipped down her body until Carol felt her tongue licking at her cunt once again. Carol sucked hard, holding onto the hard rampant prick with one hand while she bent her knees and splayed her legs as wide as possible and squirmed as she felt an orgasm rushing on her already.
Just before it arrived, Jenny broke off and crawled on top of Carol again and began grinding her hips while she said, "My turn."
Carol felt Ted pulling away, felt his cock slip out from her tight lips and watched as he offered it to Jenny's mouth. She sighed as she watched Jenny's mouth, a few inches from her own, sucking on the head of Ted's prick. -Unable to resist, Carol began licking and gently biting the lower shaft of Ted's cock.
Ted was excited in a cold-blooded way as he watched the two women; he slipped his cock out of one month and into the other. Back and forth he went, his hips moving and both Jenny and Carol greedy now to suck his cock, getting more and more passionate, pausing to kiss each other on the mouth. Then Carol was holding his cock up so that Jenny could suck it.
With a guttural sound, Ted broke free of the two of them and crawled around behind them. Carol grunted as his additional weight was placed on top of them. Jenny's face became blissful and she closed her eyes and moaned, "Oh, fuck me! Oh!"
Carol could feel Ted fucking Jenny above her, could feel his sperm-loaded balls slap .down against her moist and yearning cunt. Jenny was moaning and, with a lurch, she kissed Carol's mouth, her tongue running and squirming deep in Carol's willing throat.
Ted shifted his weight and Carol could feel his cock slowly parting her pubic hair and pressing against her own cunt and it was her turn to moan and try to thrust up. Ted's prick thrust home and he began fucking her wildly as Jenny kissed her passionately. Ted .fucked both of them alternately. Carol felt she was past an orgasm now, that she was too excited to ever have one. She wanted this night to go on forever.
And it seemed to. They kept shifting and changing positions. Now it was Carol on top of Jenny staring down at her dark sweating face twisted with passion as Ted fucked her. And now it was Carol, on an animal impulse, kneeling over Jenny's vagina and lowering her head to tentatively lick her clitoris while Ted urged her on. She liked it, Ted's watching her, wanting her to do something lewd and immoral. She'd do anything for him. She sank her face tight down into Jenny's cunt and licked and sucked for all she was worth. Behind her kneeling body, Ted grabbed her buttocks and plunged his cock in her cunt, fucking her savagely.
It was too much. The thought of behaving in such an animal savage way, of being so sluttish; the very picture of her kneeling and licking Jenny's cunt while Ted fucked her from behind, forcing her face down while Jenny seized her hair with her hands and ground, her crotch up, was too much. Like a crack of sizzling lightning, Carol came, suddenly racked and convulsed in a pleasure so sweet and intense her body turned to liquid, became limp and, with a long moan, she collapsed.
And still it wasn't over! Carol lay, her body, tingling, and watched Ted fuck Jenny. She watched him on top of her, Jenny's creamy chocolate legs wrapped around his waist. As he fucked her with all his might, she moaned and cried out; and then, her arms flinging out and her whole torso pushing up, she came and Carol was thrilled as she watched.
And still it wasn't over. Ted was breathing hard, his face contorted as he leaped on his new bride again and began fucking her. Both her voice and Jenny's urged him on. Carol found herself again excited and her head was spinning as she heard Ted growl, then roar and holding her so tight she felt she couldn't breathe. He came then, one hot gush after another, spewing his white-hot sperm deep into her hungrily milking cunt.
Still, it wasn't over. It was Ted now who lay watching as Jenny licked Carol's cunt. Ted smiled and said, "That's it, Carol! That's it!" as Jenny shifted her body, turning around and placing her hips so that Carol could caress her vagina.
Ted, aroused again, watched as Jenny slowly swung one leg over Carol's face and slid her buttocks in place so that her cunt was directly in front of Carol's mouth while she continued to lick and suck on Carol's cunt.
They became wilder and wilder. They didn't care what they did, and half the time Carol couldn't tell who was doing what to whom. Moreover, she didn't care. She felt no shame, only all-consuming lust. No longer did they have to tell her or even urge her to do things. And finally, she found herself kneeling erect on the center of the bed. Ted was kneeling behind her, his ramrod cock pressed hard against her buttocks, his hands reaching around from .behind and cupping her breasts while Jenny, kneeling in front of her, licked and sucked the nipples of Carol's breasts. Carol relaxed and enjoyed it, her eyes closed, moans escaping her trembling lips. Now Jenny's busy mouth left her breasts and Carol felt her probing, wiggling tongue burrowing into her cunt. Ted let go of her and she felt him slipping down, and then giving out a long low dark moan of delight, Carol felt his tongue licking her anus.
She closed her eyes, her hips rotating and thrusting, knowing she was going to come again and again and knowing that still, it was not the end As long as she was married to Ted, it never would be ...
CHAPTER 6
When Carol awoke, she was alone and she lay blinking for a minute, trying to recall what must have been the worst nightmare she had ever had.
She sat up slowly, holding her head, and looked around the room. She was alone. She slid out of bed. Her body was bruised again and the insides of her thighs were red and chaffed. She found her robe, put it on, and stumbled into the next room. Empty champagne bottles were scattered around the room as mute witnesses to what had happened the night before. Carol sank onto the couch with a groan, her head in-her hands. Then she jumped up, remembering what had happened on that couch.
"Ted?" she called, wandering back to the bedroom and toward the bathroom, thinking he must be there. He wasn't, but there was a note written in soap, on the bathroom mirror. "I LOVE YOU," it read. "BUSINESS. BACK SOON. TED."
Carol sighed. It had all been true, too true. Yet there was some hope. If she remembered correctly, it had been Ted who had urged the whole thing on, who had let Jenny in and insisted on Carol lying naked on the couch. Yet, after the shameless things she had done how could she ever look her husband or Jenny in the face again? And what was his relationship with Jenny? Were they lovers? Would she have to share her husband? What did Ted expect of her? Was this going to be their married life? Was this the kind of happiness he wanted with her?
Carol got into the shower and didn't want to think. She was hung over, tired, and her body ached. It was enough to think about now.
When she got out of the shower and was drying herself, she heard a sound in the bedroom, "Ted?" she called, her voice filled with doubt.
"It's me, honey. Sorry, but I had some calls and I didn't want to wake you."
Carol got into her robe and stepped out into the bedroom. Ted was dressed and looking fresh, a smile on his face. On the table by the bed was a tall glass of juice and a steaming pot of coffee. Ted offered her some pills he had in his hands. "Here. Best things for a hangover. Take these with this," he said, offering the glass of juice.
Carol took the pills and eagerly drank the juice, letting out a long sigh. It had been years since she had tasted anything so good. She looked at her husband trying to read in his face what was going on in his mind.
"It was a pretty wild night, wasn't it?" he asked, grinning.
Dumbly, Carol nodded.
Ted grinned and took her gently into his arms. "Feeling rotten? Feeling guilty?"
Again all Carol could do was nod. She leaned against him and felt like crying.
"Well, all that is water under the dam and wasted time. It was done. It's over, you did it. There's no denying that."
Carol bit her lips and leaned on his shoulder. "Oh Ted, what's the matter with me?"
"Nothing. Actually, I'll bet you're more hung over than anything else. Come here."
Forgetting his coffee, Ted let Carol to the bed where he forced her to lie down. He lay beside her holding her in his arms. "Now," he said, "Let's get it all out. Tell me what's bothering you? Come on," he urged, giving her a little squeeze, "just tell me,"
Carol couldn't speak for a moment. Finally, taking a deep breath, she started talking in a torrent: "It's just that I don't know what's right anymore. I don't know what I'm doing or even if I should be doing the things I'm doing. What's wrong? What's normal? Someday, I want to have children. What kind of person am I? What kind of mother would I be? What land of person must you think I am?
"Ah," Ted sighed. "That's it. You're wondering what I think of you. You think I must hold you in cheap regard, think of you as some kind of slut. I've asked you to behave like one, remember? And you did, you were wild. Look, I'm here and I'm holding you and I'm telling you I love you. This is all happening after last night, after the fact. And, if you'll remember it was me, not you, who insisted on the whole thing. Now, who should be feeling really bad?"
"But I never knew I was a lesbian!" Carol wailed.
"You're not. You're bi-sexual. So what? Some of the nicest people I know are bi-sexual. So what? Listen, do you love me?" Ted held her close.
"I ... I ... I don't know," Carol admitted. "I think I'm beginning to."
Ted kissed her on the mouth then whispered in her ear, "Then hang in there. Last night was only the beginning. We can do it again tonight if you want to."
Despite herself, Carol felt aroused. The sensual memories of the night before came flooding back on her, making her feel lewd, Languidly, she spread her legs and Ted parted her robe and his hand caressed her open cunt. He smiled, saying, "You're moist, I think you would like that. Or maybe something a little different?"
Carol held Ted close and felt his fingers gently massage her clitoris, exciting her. Carol felt wanton, lying on the bed in broad daylight, relaxed, being gradually excited into a lewdness she had felt the night before.
She moved slowly, kissing Ted on the mouth and running her tongue in and out, gently pushing him onto his back. A wicked exciting thought was on her mind, making her smile in a smutty way. "I want to be good to you," she whispered and slid down the bed and unzipped his fly. Fumbling, she pulled his cock out and looked at it swelling in her hand. Gently she pulled the skin out and watched the dark red head mushroom out. She stroked it back and forth, delightedly watching it swell to a rigid hardness.
The tip of her tongue licked the very end of it. Then, slowly, using the flat of the tongue she licked the head all over as Ted groaned and she could feel his whole body shudder. Slowly, insinuatingly, so slow it was sheer torture for Ted, she let her warm wet lips slide over the shaft and head. She wanted to take his whole beautiful prick in her mouth and suck on it.
She sucked until the head filled the back of her throat and she felt like she was going to choke. Then she slowly let it slip out until her lips were holding only the very tip while her tongue wiggled back and forth. Then she slowly let it sink into her mouth again, then slowly back out, over and over.
Carol worked with a kind of fiendish control and lewd excitement, gradually, ever so slowly, increasing the tempo and rhythm of her strokes, her mouth wide open, her lips locked around Ted's cock, which was still swelling. Carol thought it might burst, explode in her mouth, it was getting so big and hard. It now felt like a warm steel shaft she was sucking on, up and down, up and down, faster now with Ted beginning to move his hips in perfect time to her strokes.
Ted spread his legs wide and his hands came down to caress and tangle her hair. He was beginning to moan as Carol increased the tempo. He thrashed about on the bed and grabbed her head in his rough hands and urged her on while his hips bucked and Carol hung on and sucked harder and faster.
Now they were two writhing animals, curling and moaning and twisting and moving faster and faster. It soon became impossible to tell who was driving whom, they were both moving so fast.
Ted's mouth twisted wide open and nothing came from it. Then, his hands clutching the blankets and his body reacting as if he had grabbed a bare wire and received ten thousand volts. He stiffened and bent, lifting himself clear off the bed by his heels and the back of his head. A scream came from deep within him. "Goddddd!" He came in Carol's mouth, pumping hot molten come to the point where the veins in Carol's neck stood out and her cheeks puffed and filled with liquid sperm.
Carol swallowed again and again, determined to get it all, feeling it warm and slippery in her mouth and sliding down her throat, feeling his prick swell in her hand and mouth with each ejaculation.
It seemed to go on forever and gradually subsided, his cock slowly relaxing. Then it was still. Carol sucked once more then took it from her mouth and licked the head clean, tasting each little drop of sperm like it was the reluctant end of a good banquet. Then, smiling and licking her lips, she looked at Ted's penis in her hand, growing soft.
She crawled up and snuggled close to Ted, kissing him on the mouth and feeling his deep breathing. She smiled to herself.
CHAPTER 7
The next few weeks were like trying to live in a whirlwind for Carol. At times, when she was alone, she thought, with a wry smile, if life with Ted is like this, I really will be old before I'm thirty.
Gradually, she was learning that life with Ted was unpredictable. Almost everything seemed to be done on impulse. Ted seemed to drink a lot. And yet, Carol never saw him really drunk. They didn't seem to have any regular hours, their life being regulated by the people they met or by Ted's latest enthusiasm. He seldom seemed to want or need sleep. He bought all kinds of things, dresses and clothes for Carol. They always ate out. It was a miracle to Carol that he ever got any writing done because he always seemed to wait until the last possible minute and he would work feverishly around the clock.
It was during these writing periods that Carol didn't seem to exist. She could have laid down on the floor in the middle of the room and Ted, leaving his typewriter to get something, would step right over her. She straightened whatever hotel or house they were staying in, went shopping, ate, slept, showered, read books, or simply stared out the window.
Ted didn't wash, change or shave. The phone was shut off, and Carol had strict instructions to turn away any and all visitors.
Outside of these periods, Ted was a tender and loving, if somewhat wacky and unusual husband, Hs was never jealous of the attentions other men paid to his wife and insisted that Carol should not be ' jealous if he paid attention to other women. At times, he lectured Carol long and loud on what an evil and destructive emotion jealousy was and urged her to always resist it.
From Las Vegas, they had entered life at Malibu where they stayed in a friend's house for what was to be their honeymoon. Carol was sure there weren't many women who had a honeymoon like hers. They were out every night touring the nightspots. The first night they were in a bar with Carol again woozy from too much to drink. She was learning slowly, painfully, that she couldn't keep up with Ted. They met two friends of Ted's--fellow writers, Eric Falster and Jake Valentine.
After a few rounds of drinks, Ted looked around the table, winked at his friends and then hugged Carol. "What say we take them home with us?"
Carol was fogged by the drinks. She smiled at Eric. He was an attractive man and she found herself wondering what he'd be like in bed. She was amazed and embarrassed by her own brazenness and she looked away. "If you want to," she muttered, knowing him well enough by now to understand what he had in mind.
Ted laughed. "It's fine with me. Might be kind of interesting. How about you, Eric?"
Eric dragged slowly on his smoke and waited until Carol lifted her eyes and looked at him. He smiled. Lust was written all over his face. "Sounds great."
"Me, too!" Jake said. "Where you two staying?"
Ted gave directions and the four of them parted like old friends.
Driving home together, Carol sat next to Ted and felt more wicked than ever before, a smile on her lips, her eyes half closed in a drowsy, sensual, smoky way. She was hoping that she could be as lewd as she wished to be with her husband and the two men. She smiled and cuddled close to Ted. She was going to do forbidden and erotic things with her husband, and she was going to enjoy them.
At the beach house they welcomed Eric and Jake. Carol made drinks while Ted put on some records. Eric took in her figure with an experienced and appreciative eye. "Well," he said, looking at her legs, "I must say I perfectly approve of Ted's taste."
Jake nudged Eric. "My taste, too. This is going to be a tasty night."
Carol, behind the bar, felt herself physically excited, felt her vaginal lips swell against the tight nylon crotch of her panties. With her heart pounding, she looked at the two men and said, "I think Ted has pretty good taste in his friends, too."
Eric toasted Carol in a silent thank you and drank while Jake said, "I knew Ted would pick a swinger. You both ways, Carol?"
Flushing, almost dropping the ice, Carol nodded, turning her back to fix a drink. She couldn't look back at them after admitting, with a nod, that she was bisexual.
Ted returned and Carol gave him his drink. He raised it high in the air. "Here's to us having a ball."
They all drank and then made small talk, while the three men mentally undressed Carol. She tried to act casual, pretending she was interested in what they were saying or, for that matter, even hearing what they were saying, but in reality, she was excited and wanted them to talk lewdly, to treat her as if she were nothing more than a slut. An idea came to her and smiling, she said, "I wonder if you all would excuse me for a minute? I'd like to get more comfortable."
They all agreed and Carol left the room with three pairs of eyes watching her smooth young buttocks sway and roll teasingly behind the tightness of her skirt.
When she came back, they were all seated in the living room with the lights low. None of them rose or said anything when she walked into the room. They just looked at her over their drinks.
At first glance she didn't seem any different in dress than when she left the room. She wore the same dress and shoes but a closer look told you that she had removed her bra for one thing. Her breasts were firm and freely outlined by her dress, moving in a delightfully firm way with each step she took. The free way her thighs and hips moved told them that she had removed all of her underwear, panties included.
She sat in the only empty chair with her elbows on her knees and her chin cupped in her hands and smiled at Ted. "Well?" she asked.
"Lie back in your chair," Ted said softly.
Carol sat back.
"All the way back. Put your buttocks on the edge of the chair and lean all the way back," Ted said in the same soft voice, that slight enigmatic smile playing around his lips again.
Never taking her eyes from his face, Carol lay back and felt her body exposed to Eric and Jake. The dress clung to her and showed the hollows of her shoulders above her voluptuous firm breasts. Her nipples were like bullets straining to get through the fabric. Her upper torso tapered down to a slender waist with a delicately contoured stomach and her dress was dimpled where her bellybutton was. Her hips fanned out in an insinuating and lascivious manner and her jutting mound of Venus was a little hillock on her dress. Her thighs were broad and firm and rounded and her dress draped thinly over them.
Each of the men took in her figure silently, through half closed eyes, savoring each detail of her body as if tasting rare wine.
"Pull your dress up," Ted said. "Let us see your bare body."
The only sound in the room was the music as Carol reached down and pulled her dress slowly up. She was still smiling, and she had yet to take her eyes from her husband's face. She saw no further point in being modest. She was too hot, too brazen for that. She pulled her dress all the way up, lifting her buttocks and pushing out her loins in an obscene way to bunch the dress clear up to her waist and then sat, naked from the waist down while the men looked at her.
"Spread your legs so we can see your pussy," Ted said in a low voice.
Slowly, feeling like teasing them all, she opened her thighs, drawing her knees up and bending her legs while slowly spreading them wide. Never once did she take her eyes from Ted's face. The three men sat staring at her, none of them moving, yet Eric was feeling his cock grow to monstrous proportions while Jake, already excited, felt perspiration run off his brow.
The men stared at her incredibly lovely body, at her buttocks tight and firm under her cunt, visible in the low light as a thin, pink slit in her soft sparse pubic hair. And, as the men watched, Carol slowly began to move her hips, to undulate them in the most provocative way and each man could catch the glint of moistness in the light that made the teasing pink slit of her cunt all the more inviting.
As they watched, they could see the tiny swelling of her clitoris that was longing to be caressed.
Suddenly Jake, who had been rubbing his own cock's hardness beneath the material of his trousers, seemed not to be able to stand it any longer. With a low growl, he jumped and was over to Carol before she knew it. His face went immediately to her crotch, and she started as his nose touched her vaginal lips. But, before she could move, he had his warm tongue on the lips. She looked at Ted who had motioned to let the man be. Jake smiled at her and she knew that another new experience was in store for her. Well, why not? She thought as she looked down at the man kneeling between her legs. Then she was only aware of that long hard tongue forcing its way in deeper and deeper as the man lapped at her cunt. She could feel herself tingling all over in anticipation of the many other objects that would enter there before the night was over.
Smiling down at him, Carol swung her legs and knelt over him, reaching down and grabbing his already firm red cock in her tiny, feminine fingers. She held it in her hand, thrilling to its strength; to its hardness. She shifted and teasingly got underneath him with her back to his cock. She thrust her vagina and buttocks up at it, and the man mounted her immediately. He almost threw Carol off balance but she held steady. Then she could feel the rigid rod poking swiftly at her backside. She reached around and guided it toward the spot. Then, as he rammed it faster and faster, it finally slipped in with a wet gushing sound. Carol couldn't believe it. The man was going so fast that it was like a steel-hard giant massaging, finger rubbing, in and out and all through her wet and quivering cunt. She found herself bucking and moving wildly to keep the man on top of her and his long hard shaft pumping in and out of her. She could feel his hands clutching desperately at her sides and she pushed hard back up against him. She closed her eyes and moaned with delight as she felt his cock sliding deeper into her. She opened her eyes and looked to see the other two men watching intently.
Soon her partner's movements got faster and faster. He seemed uncontrollably wild, which scared Carol a bit. When the man's excitement got him carried away so much that he lost his balance and ripped out of her, she felt the walls of her cunt follow the hard shaft with some pain. It was then that she decided to soothe her aching cunt with the hardness of another cock. She turned her head and looked at Eric. Her look was one of smouldering passion. She wanted him to fuck her. Right now she wanted anyone to fuck her!
Eric put out his cigarette and got to his feet. He led Carol toward the couch, pulling up her dress so that her naked buttocks were free for all to see. Eric started undressing and Carol helped him. In no time, the two of them were naked and Eric lay back on the couch and said, "Get on top."
Smiling down at him, Carol swung her leg and knelt over him, reaching forward and down, grasping his cock with her tiny fingers. She teasingly rubbed its head over her vagina, feeling Eric shudder. Adjusting, slowly squatting, she parted her own pubic hair with the tip and let the huge throbbing prick sink home into her moist, soft, hot cunt.
She closed her eyes and moaned with deep delight as she felt this new cock sliding deeper in her. She opened her eyes and looked to see Jake and Ted watching intently. She looked smokily down at Eric and began to grind her hips. She moved as if on oiled ball bearings. Her hips moved with a life all their own and Eric was quickly aroused, raising his hands to fondle and massage her breasts and nipples.
While they were fucking, beginning to moan,, Carol watched Jake get up and undress and walk to them. Taking her head in both hands, he tilted it back and ran his tongue in her mouth while her fingers groped for and found his rigid cock, which she began to stroke. Then, while still fucking the man beneath her, moving up and down with her legs spread so wide that his cock could be seen slipping in and out of her gently clasping cunt, she bent lower and Eric, sensing what she was going to do, bent his elbows and continued caressing her breasts while Carol opened her mouth and sucked the other man's cock wetly into it.
Soon they were a writhing mass with Carol, excited beyond control, looking up and seeing Ted looking at her. She came inv a rush, her body twitching and strange unintelligible noises coming from deep in her throat. Yet, she was helpless to move, Eric held her tightly around the waist while Jake had her head in a vise and all she could do was hang on, moaning, almost gagging on the thrill of the prolonged orgasm as the two of them fucked her like a rag doll between them. Jake came first in her mouth while Carol swallowed as fast as she could and Eric, in a roar, gripping her so tightly she thought he would break her bones, came gushing deep into her cunt and belly.
They fell away from Carol and she collapsed, sprawled on the floor knowing that the night was far from over, knowing in fact that it had just begun. Carol was to discover during the night that there was no limit to the number of times she could come. It all depended on how excited she was.
And already she was seething up with excitement as the men fell on her. Ted, too, was now naked and sucking on the nipple of her breast. By the other breast Jake crouched, sucking and biting her nipple. She turned passion-fogged eyes to Eric who was kneeling between her legs and licking the sperm from her cunt, thrusting his tongue as far up into it as it would go.
The night was long and Carol did whatever they wanted her to do. After awhile she simply did what she wanted to do. They rested and Ted left the room to reappear with a large bottle of olive oil which they all smeared on each other's body. Carol was fucked in every imaginable position, and when someone came in her, it didn't matter for there was always another cock rising.
The first six months of their marriage were as strange as the first week. They met people, took them home and made love. Ted worked sometimes and then they saw no one. Carol took advantage of these periods by resting.
There was an unwritten law, and she never had sex unless Ted was present, even when he was away on location.
It seemed to Carol that she had done everything. Everything but one. It came to her and she said, "Ted, I want to join Bud Thompson's club. I think I'm ready for it."
CHAPTER 8
On this particular night, Bud and his wife, Kathy, were entertaining ten couples. The room was dark and couples could be seen in various stages of undress, together on couches, chaises and large floor pillows placed about the room.
A single baby spotlight shone on the small stage.
"Listen, everyone," Kathy called out. "We've got a new member whom we want to welcome. This is her first time. Carol?" Kathy called again gently, "Carol, it's your turn ... it's time now."
There was a slight pause and then a figure slowly rose from one corner and walked, somewhat unsteadily, to stand in the spotlight, shielding her eyes at first from the blinding light.
A murmur ran immediately across the room as attention focused on her. A gruff male voice spat outs "Goddamn!"
Carol had anticipated this. She stood now in the spotlight, tense and nervous, self-conscious and afraid. More than anything else or any other time in her Me she did not want to be there, standing in front of all these strangers. She had not wanted to come after she had said she would. And yet, here she was, standing, biting her lip and shielding her eyes from the spotlight.
Carol tried to peer around the room and find Ted. She could tell only where Kathy was from the sound of her voice. For all she knew, Ted and Bud were sitting at her feet, the darkness of the room and the spotlight shining in her eyes made her feel isolated and alone.
Carol forced herself to look away from the darkness.
"Is that all she's going to do?" a voice asked from the dark.
"Aw, she's new. Give her a chance," a woman's voice called out.
"Yeah, give'er a chance!"
"Take it off, baby," a smirking male voice sounded from the darkness somewhere.
"Yeah, let's have a little action!"
"Let's see that cute ass!" another half-drunken male voice called out. They all laughed, several people applauded and one whistled as others hooted and chanted, "Take it off ... take it off!"
"Take the dress off, Carol," Bud's voice cut through the rest, hard and masculine. It was a voice that was definitely used to giving orders and having them carried out.
Carol pulled the dress off her shoulders and down, revealing her soft rounded shoulders, naked. Pulling it down still further to reveal her white bra, she let it fall all the way down over her slim and molded waist. In order to get it down over her fanning beautiful hips, she had to wiggle her ass and a silence fell over the room with each man present thinking of all the obscene things he would like to do to her voluptuous young body.
The dress fell silently to the floor and lay in a crumpled mass. Carol stepped out of it. She wore high heels, sheer stockings, bikini panties, a white lace garter belt and a white lace bra. The panties were a lemon yellow. All of her clothing for the evening had been picked by Ted.
The room was silent as all eyes examined her breathtaking figure. Every person in the room, men and women alike, knew that for this one night, this one time, they could do with her nakedness as they pleased. There were no holds barred.
Each person looking over her body knew that here was something.
A murmur ran through the room as one person turned to the next and the sound seemed to run up Carol's spine.
"Take your bra off," Bud's voice commanded.
She reached up and undid her bra. The straps relaxed and one slid from her shoulder as her hands came up in front of her and cupped her breasts. Slowly, she closed her eyes and took the bra away.
"Caress them," a woman's voice said.
She was now conscious of people sliding all around her, getting closer to her on the floor. A couple on the floor in front of her, idly fondling each other, looked up between Carol's jutting breasts and watched Carol slowly begin to pet and fondle the mounds. They watched in silence as the nipples began to harden and extend out, smiling to themselves, knowing that no matter what Carol thought, she was beginning to feel sexual excitement.
They watched in lewd fascination, one man softly saying, "That's it, that's it, go ahead." He repeated it over and over again.
Carol's fingers trembled as the tips of them touched her bullet-like nipples, and rubbed. An unholy tongue seemed to be licking hotly at her loins and she moved restlessly, her hips undulating.
"Now, the panties, Carol." Bud's voice seemed nearer.
Carol couldn't dare to open her eyes now. They were all around her, crowding her, moving in on her.
Visibly, she trembled and goose bumps stood out on her flesh as she kneaded her breasts with an increased tempo and vigor. Then, with her mouth slightly open and the rose-red tip of her tongue protruding slightly, she let her hands fall so that her breasts stood naked and free in all their splendor, a dazzling milky white in the intense spotlight. They jiggled and trembled as she moved her hips, looking like mounds of freshly whipped cream. All eyes flew to the lemon yellow panties. Soon they would be off and she would, except for the stockings and garter belt, stand before them naked. At last all of her sexual beauty would be theirs to lustfully enjoy.
Her fingers played with the elastic waist band of the soft flimsy material, slowly rolling it down. Carol continued to roll it down, her eyes closed, leaning forward slightly, until her panties were nothing more than a G-string, Those seated half behind her could see her lovely rounded buttocks slowly being exposed as she teasingly rolled the panties down.
It was all too much for one of the men near her feet. With a long moan he pushed a naked woman back and fell on top of her, his mouth locked to hers and his rock-hard cock plowed into her willing cunt as she wantonly spread her legs wide to facilitate his rapacious assault.
No one watched them as they writhed slowly, increasing their tempo, the woman looking up at Carol, her eyes rolling wildly. Another man, sitting naked on the floor, reached and grabbed a woman still clothed in bra and panties. Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he pulled her mouth down onto his hardened cock and continued watching Carol through half closed eyes.
Two naked women clutched each other's breasts as they kissed with their mouths wide open and their tongues twirling. They paused every now and then to gaze at Carol, their faces twisted with lust.
Taking a deep breath that made her breasts leap up, Carol hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties once more and this time pulled them all the way down.
She almost staggered and fell onto the mass of bodies surrounding her as she stepped out of her panties with first one leg and then the other and stood naked before the crowd. In a sense, she seemed more naked with the stockings, shoes and garter belt still on; the flimsy pieces of clothing accentuated her ripeness.
All eyes were now on the soft dark triangle at the base of her belly, the fine spray of soft pubic hair. The lips of her vagina were swollen and folded back, revealing the tiny slit of her naked cunt glistening in the spotlight.
"Turn around," a voice commanded. "Let's see that ass of yours!"
Slowly, Carol turned, her eyes still closed, feeling dizzy and about to lose her balance. She stood with her back to most of them, and heard their appreciative sighs and lewd chuckles. Her buttocks were firm and overflowing, jutting nicely, a tantalizingly deep crevice between them.
"Turn around and face us, Carol." It was Kathy's voice now. Beautiful red-haired Kathy. Carol turned back to them and stood, her hands at her sides, her eyes still closed. "Stand with you legs wide apart, darling," Kathy requested.
Carol shifted and her legs touched something. She had to open her eyes. Next to her a couple was fucking on the floor. She saw the man's muscular back and his tensed buttocks rising and falling as he thrust his cock into the woman under him. Her arms and legs were locked tightly around her partner. She was looking up over her shoulder at Carol, a wanton expression on her face, her eyes glazed.
Carol thought she was going mad. This couldn't be happening to her. Yet, there were figures all around and they were all naked and writhing, sucking, caressing, fucking. Hips rose and fell, women writhed lewdly. She stood surveying the scene, her legs wide spread, her mouth open in amazement and disbelief.
"Finger your cunt." It was Bud's voice again, only this time it was low and hoarse as he grated out this harsh command. There was a warning tone in his voice that told one and all he was not to be disobeyed.
Carol's eyes had become slightly accustomed to the light now and she could make out Bud. He was naked, behind the others, standing on the far side of a couch. Someone, a lovely young blonde girl, naked and creamy, was bent over the back of the couch, her breasts hanging over the back of the couch, her mouth gaping open, her eyes half closed as she stared at Carol's body. Bud had his hands on the girl's hips and he was slowly and brutally fucking her from behind.
The girl was supporting herself with her arms. Carol couldn't believe her eyes as she saw the figure of Kathy--naked except for a luxurious silk robe that was open--lying on the couch, her head under the girl's body, her tongue licking at her nipples. Her own legs were spread-eagled open with one long leg off the couch and the other thrown lewdly over the back. A man, his back to Carol, was burying his face in Kathy's cunt as her hips slowly and rhythmically rose and fell.
On the floor, a man wiggled along on his back until his head was between Carol's legs. He looked up at her pussy, his face twisted with raging lust. Carol looked down at his cock, erect and swelling. Two women began taking turns licking the man's turgid member and looking up at Carol who felt like someone had just opened a furnace door in her stomach. The heat of raw, unadulterated lust fired her body and caused her to involuntarily react, undulating her hips, exposing her pulsating clitoris.
She found herself totally abandoned to lust now. She simply couldn't think of anything else but the raging she felt smouldering deep in her loins.
She finished undressing. A female figure approached her. It was Kathy! Now she was stark naked, too. "On your knees, Carol!" Kathy barked, and obediently Carol sank to her knees. Kathy took her head in both hands, spread her legs and pulled Carol's face into her naked loins and began rotating her hips. Carol responded by licking her cunt and then sticking her tongue as far up it as she could. Her hands cupped Kathy's round firm buttocks and she licked, until Kathy, her eyes rolling, came and staggered back gasping.
Then they came one after another, men and women, and Carol had to do whatever they wanted. And she did them all willingly. They came to her in pairs and made Carol lick and suck until they came. Carol was soon covered with sweat and thick slippery come. She was tired when Bud Thompson stepped into the circle of light and a murmur went through the room, Carol was looking for Ted and didn't notice him until Bud was right on top of her.
Carol turned and gasped. His penis was the biggest thing she'd ever seen! She couldn't believe it and thought, for a fleeting second, that it was some land of silly joke.
But it was only too real! It was almost a foot long and at least two inches thick! "On your back and spread those legs," Bud said, "I've got a pile driver here for you."
Carol felt like calling out. This was too much, this could ruin her forever. Roughly Bud pushed her back and the light hit her eyes blinding her to all else but Bud standing over her in clear detail.
For the first time, Carol felt physical fear. "Oh please," she said.
It was obvious from the way he smiled that Bud liked women to plead with him. A sneer was on his lips. Carol licked her lips. Perhaps she could get out of this one thing. It meant humiliation but it meant he wouldn't put it inside her and tear her apart. Bud held his huge cock in one hand.
"No!" Carol screamed, getting to her feet.
Bud grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "You know the rules!"
"NO!" Carol screamed again, struggling.
"I need some help here," Bud called over his shoulder. Immediately naked men and women surged around Carol and forced her down on her back. Carol was spread-eagled on the mattress and looking around wildly. Kathy and Kit were holding one of her legs, spreading it widely. Kit had a look of lewd glee on her face. There were men and women everywhere pinning her, caressing her helpless body and making comments, "Go on, Bud, fuck her."
Bud was on top of Carol now and she felt the heavy thick head of his cock rubbing up and down her naked cuntal slit. "Ted!" she cried out helplessly and several people around her laughed.
Pain tore through her loins as Bud began plunging home into her cunt that was moist and lubricated despite her fear. Her vagina was being stretched beyond endurance. His cock was so big that her vaginal lips were stretched to the point where they went white.
Searing pain sent scream after scream from her trembling lips as Bud slowly sank his giant cock deeper and deeper into her belly without the slightest mercy. The head of his cock banged hard against Carol's cervix and her face twisted in pain and pleasure and she pleaded, "Oh, please!"
It was rape, it was brutal and barbaric rape and Carol was in terrible pain as Bud continued to fuck her faster and faster. Then, almost a miracle, Carol went above the pain as Bud continued to fuck her, and she began to enjoy the helplessness of her plight. It was exciting to be so humiliated and hurt. She felt a fire in her loins and began rotating her hips while Kit said, "Look! She likes it! Fuck her hard, Bud!"
Others called out and Carol heard her own voice, hoarse and low, "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me to death!"
Bud responded savagely, banging Carol's helpless naked body like a rag doll around the mattress. People let go of her now and she bent her knees upward and wrapped her legs around Bud and fucked her cunt back at him with all her might. Cocks were in her hands now and she stroked them. Others were caressing her body and whispering obscene things ... Couples were fucking on the floor all around her. A voice said, "Dud, roll her over and I'll get her from behind."
Carol gritted her teeth and sweated, nearing still another orgasm, knowing what the man meant. Without hesitation she clutched Bud and the two of them rolled overhand she was on top of him, her creamy white buttocks exposed, her legs wide apart and her tiny anus in plain view.
Someone smeared her anus with Vaseline and, before she could speak, a cock was plunging home through the tight elastic mouth. She screamed in pain again, but found she was pinned in place between the two men.
The men began fucking her at once and Carol was helpless to move with their hands holding her by the hips and their cocks, like two cruel skewers, holding her in place. She screamed as the two fucked her without mercy. Now once more she was beyond the pain to where her screams became whimpers, her whimpers graduating to moans of delight. This was the final humiliation. There was nothing more they could do to her.
Yes, there was one thing! A man kneeled in front of her and she sucked on his cock while her body was battered back and forth and strange Bands were caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples and Carol came in the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. The room was fading from sight as she felt her body go limp and weak. Orgasms and moans were everywhere. Flesh, hot writhing flesh surrounded her. The last thing she remembered was Ted's face way off in the corner of the room. He was all dressed and appeared to be waving goodbye. There was a momentary stab of pain in her heart and then she was again riding the crest of an orgasm ... and again ... and again ...
CHAPTER 9
How long she'd been stretched out on the bed, thinking back over the past year or so, she didn't know. It was too dark to see the clock. She reached out and turned on the lamp. She thought of Bruce now, too, and the thought was one of mixed emotion.
After the performance at Bud Thompson's party that night so long ago she'd been left lying on the mattress when everyone was finished using her.
When she had awakened the next day she was so sore she couldn't move. She felt as if her entire body was on fire with pain. Her asshole felt split along with her cunt. Her tits were bruised and had turned a purplish-blue color. The insides of her thighs were scratched. There were fingernail scratches over her back, stomach and legs.
Mustering up some hidden inner strength, she managed to find her clothes, scattered around the room. She dressed, found a bathroom and dabbed at her face with cold water. After she'd made herself as presentable as possible she hailed a cab and went back to the house, hoping to find Ted there.
But, the house was empty!
Carol searched through the rooms and found a note, finally, pinned to her pillow. It read "ON LOCATION, BE, GONE A MONTH. HANG IN THERE."
"A month," she said aloud. "A whole fucking month." Feeling as if her world had ended, she went back into the living room and found a bottle of whiskey. She poured herself a stiff drink and downed it without taking the glass from her lips. When the warmth had spread through her she felt better. "What I need is to soak in the tub for an hour or so," she said aloud again.
After the effects of the drink and the hot tub had soothed some of her pain she felt better. She found that she could move about without too much pain now. Another drink would completely heal her, she decided.
She was walking about the house, completely nude and with a glass of whiskey in her hand when the doorbell chimed.
It was Jake and his huge Irish Setter.
"Come in," she said, glad to see anyone she knew, "I was out walking the dog and I decided to see if you had a spare drink for a horny neighbor."
"I didn't know you lived around here," she said, then realizing she didn't have anything on, she added, "I should get dressed."
"No," he almost yelled it out. "I think you look better without clothes."
Even after the things she had experienced the night before, she blushed. Somehow this was different. The man had fucked her and had seen her nude before, but ... she couldn't put her feelings into words. She just felt embarrassed, even with the drinks she'd had.
After she'd made Jake, a drink he sat on the couch and motioned her to a spot beside him. "I hear you were initiated last night at Bud's place."
Carol nodded, afraid to answer.
"Sure wish I'd been there."
She looked over at him, curious. He'd already had a turn at her. What more could he want? "It was a frightening experience," she managed to say.
"Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Yes, I guess I did. At first, but then it got so wild, I guess ... I suppose. Oh hell, it was the most degrading thing I've ever experienced. I didn't think I would ever submit to such things."
Jake smiled. "I imagine you're pretty fucking sore today, huh?"
She nodded.
"What you need is to have someone to sooth your bruises now."
"I, uh ... " she started to answer but found she couldn't. There was no way she could stand to be touched.
"Lean back, and I'll show you something that'll help your pain." As if still hypnotized as she felt she had been the night before, Carol leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs wide, as if she were a robot only taught to obey the command of anyone wanting to fuck her.
Jake got on his knees and sniffed between her legs, then started lapping furiously at Carol's cunt. Even as sore as she was she felt a thrill coursing its way up through her body.
His tongue snaked through her passages with the fiery passion that she'd experienced before. Over and over Jake sent that lapping tongue past her bush, across the door of her labia, flicking it for a split second against her clit, then swooping it deep into the lusting channels that writhed and shook in hunger to have it there. It didn't hurt at all, she realized.
Jolts of sexual delight rippled through her. She could see the flashes of light rebounding in her skull when the lightning-like effect of the man's ministrations finally reached her brain. Her pussy throbbed all along the entire length of its passage and the lusciousness she felt as his tongue-caressing continued to bombard her with more pleasure than ever.
She leaned forward slightly so she could watch him while he thrust his tongue farther and farther into the snaking pussy hole. Carol shook and shivered from the delicate pleasure that the man's tongue forced into her.
Before she could really respond totally, the front door opened.
"Well," the sound startled her and she sat up quickly.
Ted was standing there surveying the scene. He didn't say anymore than that first, "Well." Instead, he closed the door and came into the room.
"I thought ... uh, I thought ... " Carol tried to say.
Ted nodded to Jake in greeting before turning his attention back to Carol. "You thought I was away on location. I went by the studio first and discovered that I needed some notes I'd left here. Now, I'm glad I came back."
He stood over Carol now and stared down at her a long moment before continuing. "I told you once that I didn't care who you fucked or what you did ... as long as you did it in my presence."
Jake interrupted, "It wasn't her fault, Ted. I ... "
Ted swung to him, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "It doesn't matter who's fault it was. She's disobeyed me, and I won't stand for it. Young lady, you're finished,"
"Just like that," Carol retorted, feeling her temper flaring up.
"Just like that. You get dressed and haul your little ass out of here."
Carol remained in her fixed position as if frozen.
"Get dressed!" Ted screamed. "Get, dressed now!"
Carol went into the bedroom and found suitable clothing. A street dress and some walking shoes. When she came back into the living room, Ted and Jake were having Brinks and talking, as if nothing had happened.
When she stood behind him, Ted turned and handed her some bills. "Here's five hundred bucks. That's all you're worth really. It'll hold you until you can tie up with another man."
"I, uh ... " she was still dumbfounded. What kind of a man was this. But she took the money. "I ..." she started to say, but Ted cut her off.
"Now get. Ill arrange for a divorce."
"Please, Ted, listen. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please."
"Just get your ass outta here, slut!" Carol saw the rage fanning through his face.
She had never seen this before. He was completely different now.
Slowly, as if mesmerized, she went to the door and opened it. Turning, once, she looked back at him. Ted, her husband, her lover ... he was all she had. She started to speak but when she saw his eyes cloud over again she went on out the door and closed it behind her.
And that's the way it had ended. Now stretched out on the bed she could almost smile when she thought of how ridiculous it had been.
For days she had wandered about, finally locating an apartment and a job. Back before the beauty contest she had worked in a grocery store. She found it easy to get a job and she enjoyed being busy. It had been weeks before she had even allowed herself any social life. Then she'd met Brace and he had propositioned her and she'd taken the job at his health studio.
God, if Bruce ever imagined what kind of a girl she was he would have nothing to do with her. Had she ever been innocent? She had, but it seemed so long ago. So long. She remembered back to a date she once had, back before the beauty contest, back before John, Ted, Alan, Bruce, back before she had wrecked her career and her life.
Her neighbor had called and made the arrangements. A nephew was coming in from college for a weekend and needed a date.
Carol started getting ready for the date early in the afternoon, looking over the things in her closet, trying to find something which wasn't too conservative or too bold. She tried on dress after dress, but none of them was just right.
There was the micro-mini she'd bought, a daring outfit with a flaring skirt and a low neck and a big bow in back. She'd never worn it while her mother was alive and hadn't thought of it since. She put it on and looked at herself and could remember a similar dress she'd had when she was six. She reached up to work at her hair and saw the hemline rise up to reveal the soft puffs of her pubic curls, and she knew the dress was too much.
She finally settled on a yellow silk sheath that fit tightly enough to reveal without being vulgar and was conservative enough to be acceptable anywhere. She stripped it off and placed it on the bed and went into the shower.
Carol bathed for a long time, letting the warm water run over her skin in satiny waves as if washing away the wickedness she'd been wallowing in. The aroma of the perfumed soap wafted into her nostrils and made her heady with anticipation. Her hands slid up and down her body, cupping her breasts softly, teasing around the swelling nipples with slippery fingers.
She washed carefully between her thighs, letting her fingers dip into the gap of her cunt to clean it and perfume it and at the same time cause her to shiver with little thrills of delight. It wasn't that she intended for her date to smell her there--far from that. She just wanted to feel her body glowing and tingling sensitively so that she would be attuned to everything that was going to happen during the evening.
She got out her big powder puff and patted her body with clouds of sweet-smelting powder until it was silky smooth all over. The granules clung to her damp curls and glistened like miniature sequins around her bloated cuntlips.
Carol glanced down and realized that she was still vibrantly titillated all over. The proof was in the way her labia swelled and drew in and puffed out again as if eager to receive a thick, hard cock. It was obvious in the way her powdered breasts were full and lifting and softly rounded as if eager to be cupped by warm, caressing palms. And her lips were unusually rosy and full, and her eyes bluer than normal.
It was obvious to Carol that she was looking forward to her date in a totally feminine way, and the thought shocked her for a moment. She began to imagine what his chest would look like with no shirt on it, what his thighs and genitals would feel like under her searching hands.
Ripples of pleasure ran all through her and made the firm flesh of her buttocks quiver with excitement, because she'd never really thought of a boy in such a way before.
She shivered deliciously and dabbed powder over her pussy in thick clouds and felt delightfully naughty doing it, not caring at the moment what the results might be.
From habit, Carol picked out a stiff, white bra and cupped her tits inside it, noting the subdued swell it caused. Then in a fit of daring, she stripped it off and picked out a filmy half-bra that lifted her tits into full, pointed prominence and made them jiggle enticingly when she walked.
She had been going to wear panties under the mesh of her panty hose, but in another fit of daring decided she wouldn't. She couldn't think of a good reason that was consistent with all her rationalizations and refused to try to justify it to herself.
She stepped into the sheer hose and pulled the mesh up her legs, feeling each cross weave pluck at her skin sensitively like a million tiny mouths kissing up her thighs all around, all at once. The nylon snugged over her buttocks and came up around her crotch in a tickling way, tight yet free, encasing yet open.
A few silken curls nosed through the mesh and waved at her in the mirror. Carol could see the way the springy hose flattened her swollen cuntlips and made them wide and eager-looking, showing the merest line of pinkness between them as if giving her cunt a chance to breathe freely all the way back.
She ran her hands up her legs again and again, smoothing out the wrinkles, making the nylon fit like a second skin--a skin that would be all right to touch and fondle and look at if the opportunity arose tonight.
Carol was sure it would. She knew it would. She slipped the silk sheath over her body and adjusted it around her breasts and waist and hips and imagined she could already feel his hands roaming over her body as he held her to dance or touched her to guide her through a door, or ...
She shivered again and looked at the new Carol in the mirror. "Oh, God," she moaned softly, liking what she saw. "Why does sex have to be so shameful and ugly?"
Later at her neighbor's house she was delighted when the tall, grinning young nephew walked through the doorway, hugged Carol's neighbor and was introduced.
"This is Tad, Carol."
Carol held out her hand, and the blond youth took it and held it a moment. "Wow!" he said. "You're worth the trip."
Carol felt his. touch go through her and start her body trembling again. She saw the look in his eyes as if he were just discovering that she was a girl or something.
Later, after they'd talked and joked, Tad asked her if she wanted to take a drive. She said she would, and they left.
Carol watched him drive, stealing glances at him as they went through the small town, listening to his resonant voice rumble warmly beside her.
As the evening went on she began drawing closer and closer to him, loving his company. She snuggled into his arms when they danced at a small road-house, and only once thought of what she was doing and what she was allowing him to feel when her full breasts flattened against his chest and grew warm inside her bra. His palm burned at the small of her back, and she had the sudden desire for him to make it slide lower and cup the firm swells of her buttocks.
Later, as they drove back to the house, she told him that she would like to live in the city. When he pulled into her driveway and cut the engine and looked at Carol across the distance, his grayish eyes were soft and warm, and she felt them infusing her with desire.
"Let's go in, Carol. Auntie's not home yet," he said, smiling handsomely.
His arm went around her waist, and his hand spread warmth down over her hip as he guided her into the house. Once inside, she felt strange with him being so near.
"I'll fix you a drink."
Her head felt light and bubbly as the wine he'd given her started working, and she felt freer and more alive than at any time she could ever remember.
On the couch he put his face close to hers in a way that was highly stimulating after the evening of freedom. She watched his lips and knew he was going to kiss her with them--perhaps all over. She suddenly thought of how his cock would feel sucking its way out of her cunt. She shivered with the quick throb of delicious need that went through her womb as she imagined his lips and tongue between her thrashing thighs. A tiny sighing moan escaped her lips, and he bent closer to kiss her.
It was tender and gentle, and she found herself inching toward him shamelessly in eager response, seeking more, needing closer contact with him. Thrills chased up and down her back and settled somewhere between her trembling buttocks so that the deep cleft burned with sensation.
His kiss grew stronger, and his lips parted under hers. She felt his tongue trying to penetrate her mouth like a warm, living thing in symbolic coupling with her body, and again the image of her fantasies came to her mind. Carol imagined the sensitive, fluttering, impatiently probing tip of his tongue against the soft flesh of her pussy instead of her lips. Now his big hand cupped her waist and rose along the side of her body until the heel pressed in against the rising swell of a breast. She felt his hips and thighs moving and merging with hers and pressing together with trembling warmth, and she knew she should be resisting him at any moment.
"Tad ... " she gasped finally, her hooded eyes gazing at him.
"Carol ... I, uh, I need ... " he whispered breathily, but he couldn't finish the sentence.
She saw his face becoming flushed, and from some land of instinctive fear she glanced at his lap. The bulge she saw starting to rise alarmed her and thrilled her at the same time.
"You're so sweet, so desirable." He looked at her, running his eyes over her face and sloping breasts. "I want to sample those soft lips of yours again."
His mouth came down on hers. Carol felt the heat of his breath against her face like a caressing blanket of security, and she was acutely conscious of the path his hand was making along her torso.
Her body began to sing under his touch. The spark of resistance that told her she shouldn't be letting him do this flared briefly and went out, and she collapsed against his frame willingly and let his hand capture her tits and fondle them with exquisite tenderness.
She moaned open-mouthed against his lips and felt his tongue spear into her. The thickness of it rubbed over her sensitive lips and plunged into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes and let her bubbling sensations soar as his hand slid down the silk sheath over her belly and into her lap.
"Tad--no," she gasped. But the protest didn't even convince her.
His hand traced the line of her hip with erotic touches. The feel of it came through the thin silk and the teasing slickness of the nylon panty hose. When Tad was at the hem of her skirt, she felt her dew-moist cuntlips throb with anticipation of what she knew would come next.
As if betraying her, her buttocks tightened and made her pelvis rise upward and her thighs turn out slightly to his hand. His fingers slid along the insides of her thigh under the skirt, plucking at the burning flesh so tightly encased in the nylon barrier.
Carol felt her gaping cuntlips swell heatedly as his fingers neared them, and she knew her pussy was leaking profusely and would dampen his hand. She felt embarrassment for that fact and tried to close her thighs before it could happen, but all that did was trap his hand between them. He wriggled his fingers and gave her a double thrill that took her breath away.
"Carol, you're so beautiful!" he gasped heatedly, his lips covering her face over and over.
"Tad ... we musn't ... "
"Yes, we must!"
His hand pressured inward and slid along the silky tunnel of her thighs. Carol's head rolled back, and she moaned again, feeling all resistance go out of her. She thought at least with Tad it would be good.
She cried out with mounting passion when his fingertips slid up and down the satiny, lubricous lips of her cunt, the sensation coming through the nylon net fully as if it weren't protecting her any longer. She could feel the compressing mesh of the panty hose rasp along his searching fingers and turn her smooth, oily secretions into a frothy, mass of bubbles that made a series of quick gasps pop from her lung as tiny, rippling, preliminary orgasmic thrills chased along her body, preparing her for the big one that would come.
"Tad! Tad!" she cried.
Her arms went around his neck, and she pulled his head down for another kiss, giving him a forbidden, shameless tug of encouragement of what lie was doing to her fiery cunt. Her hips scooted wantonly forward on the couch and lifted into his hand as if begging for more of his passionate touches.
She felt die big bubble inside her womb expanding with readiness to be popped and make her light and quivery all over. She remembered the sight of the big, stiff cock sliding heatedly into the accepting well of a pussy that she'd often fantasized. Again she shivered, almost violently.
The wish-fulfilling images flashed through her, and she realized clearly that there needn't be any more wish for it to happen with a man--that if she did nothing to stop Tad, it would soon be happening whether she wanted it to or not.
But the crying, trembling fact was that she did want it to happen. Perhaps for the first time, she really wanted to be fucked by a man. She wanted his thrusting cock inside her. She wanted to feel it fill her aching cunt. She ached to sense the driving bursts of his semen as the velvety head mushroomed to full expansion and vibrated with life-shooting pulses of his fluids. She needed to feel his covering weight against her flattened tits and lifting hips and to feel his thighs grinding against hers.
Her senses spun out of control with all the forbidden, shameful feelings she wanted to experience right at the moment when his hand was smoothing down her lower abdomen and his fingers were curling around the slippery mound of her cunt, one of them seeking the damp, oily slit at the center.
Yet the more she wanted these things to happen, the more she knew she shouldn't want them because she would feel the unbearable guilt afterwards. Her mind told her not to go any further, but she couldn't control her body's response to his exploring fingers and his soft, hot mouth that was kissing over her face and down her neck toward the deep cleft between her aching tits.
"Tad ... oh, God, Tad. Don't!" she cried, the words grasping from her mouth in tight puffs of desire-laden breath.
"Lift up, Carol darling. Lift tip so I can slide your dress off!"
"No ... no ... " Carol gasped, feeling his hand reach behind her.
The zipper went down, and the yellow silk parted and slid from her shoulders, cascading in satin folds over her bursting tits until it bunched at her waist.
Cool air caressed her shoulders and chest, and then his lips were steaming her skin where the silk had been. His free hand pushed at the mounds of her tits, and his hot, wet tongue licked into the soft crack between them.
Her nipples flared outward and stabbed at the flimsy material of the cups. Then the covering was suddenly gone as his hand made a quick motion at her back. The flaming nipples jumped shamelessly toward his warm lips as he sucked first one and then the other into his mouth and brought ragged moans of delightful passion from her throat.
She thought suddenly of the moans in her fantasies again and a new kind of thrill raced through her. She clutched Tad's head and pressed it tightly to her aching breasts, lifting her chest to feed her flesh to his ravenous mouth.
"Ohhhhh, Tad ... " Carol groaned.
His hands worked at the golden puddle of her dress at her waist, and without willing it, she felt her hips lifting up so that he could slide the dress over her hips and down her thighs. His hands cupped her trembling asscheeks and made the flesh quiver inside the panty hose.
She realized suddenly that her body was completely exposed to his eyes as if she were revealing it through a teasing, diaphanous curtain. Yet she felt safe from violation because of the skin of smooth nylon. Somehow, she knew that as long as the panty hose remained over her crotch she wouldn't have to worry about what she was doing. The garment meant the ultimate in sexual delights for her, pleasure with safety from the final act of insertion. He could tease her to greater and greater heights of delirious sensation in a way that would satisfy her needs and at the same time prevent the guilt of completion from trampling her down afterwards. She knew that as long as his lips and hands coursed over the erogenous areas of her body while his penile invasion could be thwarted, then she would be in a heaven of delightful stimulations, and she could allow his touches to go everywhere and to bring her to the peak in repeated bursts.
She felt his fingertips tracing the line of her sodden slit, pausing at the top to roll her vibrant ball of nerves just enough to make her pelvis rock with tiny shudders of release that built her passion instead of easing it.
She felt him press the nylon into her cunt as far as it would go, reveling in the certain pleasure that he couldn't penetrate the barrier. She felt his hand cup her springy "buttocks and squeeze the silken flesh of her thighs.
She slumped beneath him on the couch and groaned in avid response. She eased the inhibitions in her mind enough to permit herself another climax in front of him when he brought it forth--a bigger one than those preceding, one he couldn't miss noticing. Pleasure spread over his face as her cunt quivered under his touch, and she lay back and wallowed in the luxuriant feelings he elicited from her, still secure in the knowledge that this was sensation with safety and that it was somehow all right.
But she hadn't given thought to his satisfaction. Nor to the possibility that he would insist on taking her fence away and making her totally naked and, open before him. When she felt his hands inside the panty hose, preparatory to rolling the garment from her dewy gates, she gasped harshly and tightened herself for the battle she hadn't wanted to fight. Her luxuriant emotional bath drained away and left the bubble of naked lust still rising inside her like a frightening apparition of a truth she didn't want to face.
"Tad, no more ... don't ... " she cried urgently.
"Don't be silly, Carol--you're dying for it, the same as I am!"
"No, not that ... not like that ... don't say it that way!"
"Darling, believe me, it's more than sex, more than a need of the moment. I know that we've found each other. We were meant for each other. I love you, Carol, very much." He whispered the last words into her ear.
"Tad, you can't mean that!" she cried.
He guided her hand to his lap, and she felt the hot, throbbing cock jutting nakedly from his loins. Instinctively, before she had time to think or react in any way but the most primitive and shameful one, her fingers clamped around his thrusting, vibrant; virile cock and reveled in its hardness. She felt the velvety meat burn her palm and pulse under her fingers with each pump of blood through his heated body. Then awareness of the debasing way she was handling him jolted through her, and she jerked her fingers away with shame for her brazen-ness.
"Don't stop, Carol!" he cried. "Darling, what's the matter? You know we're burning up with desire for each other."
"I can't, Tad. I can't!"
"Why not? Oh, God, why not?"
"Don't ask me to explain it. I don't know why. I Just can't do what you want me to do!"
"You can't still be a virgin!" he cried, squeezing her buttocks hard. "I believed that at first, but not now."
Carol felt him pry the protective mesh from her cheeks and roll it down to the tops of her thighs. It peeled stickily away from her golden pubes and released the puffy, tumid meat of her labia and allowed the petals to bloom freely before his eyes and split apart in open invitation to his probing gaze.
His fingers searched the dewy slit and widened the slippery gap to ease into the warmth of her shaking cunt. She cried out raggedly and felt her hips lift up toward his hand in open denial of her spoken protests.
"Carol!" he moaned, shifting his weight on the couch.
He fumbled with his buckle, and she knew there would soon come the point where she could no longer protest.
She reached out for his trembling, ready cock and gripped it again, hating herself for what she was doing but knowing at the same time that she'd hate herself more if she let him slide his prick into her and grip her hips in his fucking embrace.
She slid her hand up and down his cock firmly, agitating the vibrant extension of his being until she heard him moan with hot breath against her neck and cheek. Thrills of wanton lust coursed through her and made her pump faster. At the same time, she felt her cunt rise pleadingly against his slippery fingers.
But his fingers clutched the flesh of her tits and her soaking cunt as he groaned again and pumped his prick into the tight cylinder of her hand. He tried to edge toward her in an attempt to line up their organs and make the shattering plunge into her depths, but the urgency of her hand made his buttocks shudder powerfully.
The velvety head of his cock burned into the side of her hip and exploded there, bathing her flesh with the heady fluid that gushed from his loins.
In immediate reaction to his cries of passion. Carol felt her own huge bubble burst and send her senses reeling toward unbelievable heights of sensational delight. Her thighs fell wide apart, and her spasming cunt grasped at his fingers shamelessly as she lifted over the peak and came more violently than she could remember doing at any time before. Her throat opened wide in a song of passion that blended with his and made them shudder together iii a climax that was somehow both frustrating and fulfilling at the same time.
His semen splashed in scalding jets over her hip and tangled through her fingers in opalescent strings, matching the slippery fluids into which his fingers were immersed.
He lifted his head slowly, and she watched his eyes with a sense of fear, knowing she'd cheated him and yet done the best she could to satisfy him. There was a vacant, faraway openness at first, and then his eyes slowly focused and looked down at the evidence of his copious ejaculation. His cock slumped slightly, and he sat up without saying anything to zip it back into his pants. He glanced over at her splayed thighs, seeing the pink tissues glisten with moisture and still quivering from the intensity of her big orgasm.
"Why didn't you let me, Carol?" he said softly, "It would have been right for us--both of us."
She closed her thighs, feeling shame under his eyes. "I couldn't, Tad," she said. "I'm sorry--I told you I couldn't."
"There's more to it than just being a virgin, isn't there?" His eyes were staring into Carol's.
She squirmed, feeling the guilt forming from inside, before she nodded her head.
He stood and walked across the room, and then he came back to the couch and stood in front of her. For a long moment he stood there, then he reached out arid touched her cheek with his hand. Carol almost jumped from the contact. His hand felt so warm and so good.
Seating himself beside her he took her hands into his and squeezed them. "Carol," he said. "It's probably too deep for you to talk about, but I wish you would. Maybe I'd understand. You're too young to have such hangups, and you have a whole life ahead of you."
Now years later, and much more experienced, Carol lay in bed and wondered why she hadn't told Tad why she was frightened. She was scared of herself, of what she'd do when she was really aroused. Of course, too, now she realized that it had been so all the time. The volcano was down there all the time.
Throughout the night, Carol slept fitfully. She'd doze, then awaken and raise-up. Was this what was left for her, she wondered? Her fantasies, the past, and occasionally Brace. But, it was better than being on a permanent display of sorts--to be used by whatever method Ted Hurley had dreamed up.
God, she needed to be loved--to love. She had felt this, in a slight dumbfounded way, when the big movie star Alan Norman had fucked her. At least Alan didn't care about public exhibitions. He liked his sex private. She wondered about Alan, where he was, what he was doing? Maybe she'd check the papers and see if one of his movies was showing somewhere. It would be nice to see the big man on screen. Now she felt a warmness in her heart when she remembered how gentle he'd been with her.
But, the thought of Ted entered her mind again and drove the thought away. Ted hadn't filed for the divorce yet. Or, at least she hadn't been notified when the divorce was filed. Surely he had filed for one. Maybe Ted was just pulling some type of perverse act on her. It would be like him, just like him, she decided. Any day now he'd pop in on her and demand that she come back to him. He'd want her to go through all kind of sexual perversions again so he could get his kicks.
Now Bruce's image appeared before her eyes, as if he were present. Big muscular Bruce. He was a good fuck but that was all there was to it. Surely there had to be more to Me than just the pure physical pleasure of sex. Surely somewhere there was sex for the spiritual pleasure of it.
Carol dozed again and dreamed. She saw a big white horse come galloping in. Alan Norman, in a tall white hat swooping her up off the bed and carrying her away on his mount--riding toward the distant horizon.
When Carol got up the next morning she felt as if she'd never slept at all. She showered, hoping the hot spray would put some life into her tired body.
CHAPTER 10
After the shower she felt better but she was so sore in every muscle that she could hardly walk. As she walked through to the bedroom she noticed a vibrator that she had purchased to help ease the tension in her back and neck after work at the grocery store. It had done wonders then, maybe it would help her now. But, she realized most of the ache was internal. Her muscles were sore, true, but her conscience hurt her the most.
Sex! God, she thought, everything I look at I look at with sex in mind. Nothing else matters. Sex! There must be more to life. But where!
Even the vibrator took on the look of a male penis now. Trying to fight off the thought, she went into the kitchen and poured herself a half water glass of whiskey. She-drank it down in two gulps. When the whiskey spread through her, making her body glow with laziness, she walked back into the bedroom. She stopped in the bath and looked at her features in the mirror. "I look like a slut, a whore," she said to her reflection, aloud.
As she turned to go to the bed she felt her eyes drawn to the vibrator lying in the case. She stared at it. Maybe ... Yes! She picked it up and carried it with her.
She walked to the full mirror and placed the vibrator on a stand. She cupped her tits in her palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward. Her hips began revolving and her legs parted. Her thick bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of dew formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls.
She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink lips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. All she could think of were the ripples of need undulating along the length of her pussy, making it stretch, and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for the insertion that was waiting.
Carol's cheeks trembled as her bottom rocked and screwed back and forth, and she could see the flush of heat and desire that crept all over her skin.
She was so involved, so engrossed with the passion of the moment that she wanted to watch it all happen. The whiskey made a lazy numbness over her body, and the vibrator lay on the stand waiting.
She reached over and picked up the soft plastic vibrator and held it close to her slit. She could see the red tissues sense its presence and begin working in and out, pulsing with tiny motions, as if she had a hungry animal between her legs that needed feeding.
She ran the tip of the vibrator around the sensitive area of her thighs and crotch, feeling the touches of the soft nose press against her flesh.
She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner thighs turned outward receptively for the mushing, slightly conical head to touch and roll against, and her hands moved jerkily as if full of impatience to hurry and permit her body to experience the ultimate thrill of penile invasion.
The fleshy head ran up the hollow of her groin and brought shivers to the sensitive skin where it touched. It passed up the tender, trembling flesh of her lower abdomen, tangling through the damp pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened under the light.
It nosed into the belly button as if trying to penetrate her there and then passed on, up to the hollow between her breasts. She moaned and flattened the shaft along her chest and squeezed her tits together firmly, delighting in the feel of that solid hunk of meat her breasts were wrapped around.
Unable to resist, she twisted the base of the vibrator and turned it on. Shocks of sensation jolted through her as the vibrating began and the screwing motion snuggled inside the hollow of her breasts. Tingles ran all through her pounding chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with wild passion that was building up inside her, and she knew that one day she would probably be beyond help--that no man, dog, or mechanical aid could give her satisfaction. But now, thinking about what lay ahead, she could nearly feel all the scalding hot semen that had ever penetrated her insides, widening in a glistening puddle. God! She could almost drown in it.
She turned the vibrator off and looked at the results of her teasing that showed clearly between her long legs. Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her swollen labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of an exotic flower that had sprayed its perfume into the air to attract the nearest bee.
Carol watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as she slid the vibrator down her torso toward the top of her cleft. She could see the sprouting organ of greatest sensation peeping out from under its tented covering.
She aimed the nose of soft plastic toward it and pushed slowly, feeling the way it parted her pubes on its silky path. She felt it move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired through her pelvis and made her ass tremble. Her throat opened wide to emit a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately wanted now. This was better than she had imagined it would be!
Carol pulled the plastic vibrator away and looked at herself in the mirror, waiting for the shame and guilt to come and drain her flushed face white. But nothing happened, and she was puzzled. She must be getting bad. "Slut!" She called out to her reflection. "You have no sense of what's right or wrong anymore!"
Yet it was with eagerness that she bent her legs more and widened the gap at her crotch and saw the round orifice, dark and silky as a mine shaft. The head of the artificial penis slid. along the slippery folds of inner lips and paused at the entrance. It was a penis. Her penis! It belonged to her. She could" do with it what she wanted to do. It was in her power! Her penis! And she could guide it as she liked and when she liked.
She gasped in quick breaths of air as if working up the courage to go ahead and fill her body with the erotic vibrator, before it was too late. She wanted it in her before she climaxed.
She let the nose part the silky tissues and work its way inside. She watched it all in the mirror. The effect was devastating to her desire. The narrow head slid tightly past the opening of her sex and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt obscenely. The very sight of the procedure sent tiny ripples up her spine.
She had almost stopped thinking about everything but what she was doing. Why should she concern herself with fears and fantasies of the thing that was happening to her.
The sucking motion began again, and she could feel the base of the vibrator jerking in her fingers with small circular motions as her moist pussy eagerly swallowed the small offering it had received and begged for some more.
Pushing farther, the narrow head eased inside Carol. Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs, as her body rocked back and forth and she feared she would have to prop her buttocks on something to keep from falling over with quivering weakness as the waves of pleasure hit her.
Her fingers jerked and tightened around the plastic base and caused more of the narrow shaft to penetrate her pleading cunt. The vibrator slid in and in, moving farther back toward her womb in searing waves of delight. She could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the heavy length of the artificial penis and hungered for more.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her emotions were at their fullest peak, and she was afraid she would come before it was more than halfway inside her.
Her wrists bent and her fingers tightened, and she pushed the rubberlike plastic tube all the way to the back of her vaginal barrel, howling in excruciating pleasure as it rippled back and in.
She stopped and looked at herself again and took her hands away from her lap. The fleshy-looking end protruded from the bloated raw lips of her hole and grew moist as her fluids trickled out of her around it and gathered on the extremity pointing down between her thighs.
God, this is the most! she thought. She didn't believe she had ever been so heated with desire. She had experienced about all the ways there was to achieve a climax but this was something else.
She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at that moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. At the moment, she had a lifeless hunk of plastic inside her body. It was her god! She didn't have to debase herself with a man or a woman again. She had Bruce and this object. Fuck the world! It was her world now. A world of her own. Since there was no spiritual love in the world for her, she would be content with nothing but the physical pleasures of love.
Soon now the shaft would be screwing and vibrating inside her and driving her to unbelievable heights of sensation. Or to the depths of despair, she couldn't really decide which, yet.
She knew her reaction to it was more than she had anticipated. She knew, too, that she would enjoy its offering now, that she could achieve an intensity of orgasm such as she'd never known before.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she listened for the voices in the back of her mind that would be telling her to stop. She didn't hear them, and" she nearly wept. She was beyond help now--beyond shame-beyond anything decent and good.
She reached down and held the end of the vibrator and pulled and pushed with long, slow strokes so that it fucked her and made her legs quiver with a small orgasm that shuddered briefly through her and left her gasping for breath.
She looked at herself with shock. She'd done it. It had been just a little one, but it was there. And she still didn't hear any voices telling her to stop. Instead there was a desire that urged her to continue, to do more, to come harder, to make up for the guilt she had always felt before when she debased herself.
Carefully now, she backed up to the bed and lay back on it, scooting up until her body was fully supported. She saw that if she lifted her head, she could see the flesh-colored root of the vibrator thrusting thickly from her pussy, angled down in, in such a way that her middle seemed skewered by it as if her sex were driven to the bed by the spike of a new way of being for her.
She scissored her thighs and rolled her hips and moaned and felt totally, completely impaled. Shocks ran through her body in tiny waves that served only to build her higher.
She drew her knees up and spread them widely and put her hands at her crotch. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her pussy. She could see it clearly in the mirror. The sight thrilled her, and she suddenly knew why certain people liked to watch themselves being screwed, like that time with Alan Norman. She remembered how much better it had been. There was something primitive about the way her body was, so open to penetration--something basic and lust-whetting.
She dropped her head back to the pillow with a moan and twisted the base of the penis until it began. The screwing, vibrating motion deep in her body began, and the shocks trembled from her cunt to the tips of her toes and fingers and to her tits.
Her mouth fell open, and she stared at the ceiling with unbelieving eyes as one shudder after another cascaded through her body and made her lay helplessly and shake.
The vibrations inside came at a maddening rate and made her flesh chatter as if everything solid were being shaken loose and" turned to quivering jelly against all rules of reason.
Her mound lifted and made her pussy shake wantonly around the devilish instrument, and she clutched her trembling tits and screamed hoarsely as shock after shuddering shock tossed her being from peak to higher peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys, only to lift her up again to further sparing heights.
She felt as if her spirit had taken wing, impelled through the universe by orgasmic bursts as she brushed the tips of fluffy clouds and then dove into the green, feathery world of forest glens below. The sensations frightened her at first, making her feel that everything was out of control and all wrong.
But one shock after another screwed through her, she knew that she was smiling with pure happiness, utter joy, and that her throaty screams had become a warbling song, telling the world that she was totally alive at last.
Everything started graying out, and she knew she'd about reached her limit for now. Somehow her fingers worked properly and went down to the source of her bubbling pleasure and made the Instrument stop.
But she wasn't quite ready to stop. She couldn't control her spasming flesh. She knew her well was flowing freely now, with pure, crystal-clear honey. She could feel her tunnel squeezing softly again and again, around the solid shaft that was plumbing into her depths, and it caused her to climax in tiny waves that seemed never to end.
The grayness lifted and was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into the enfolding bed, her head going gently around in swooning circles as she came down and down, like a circling bird seeking a perch on which to light.
"God, oh God, God!" she moaned.
Time had no meaning. There was no time. There was only total satisfaction and glorious pleasure of uninhibited release. Such a glorious, wonderful feeling. She knew it was so good, but her mind couldn't form any other words to express what she could only feel. She knew she was different, changed, never again to be the same. She loved what had happened to her and asked herself what more did she need for total satisfaction.
Now she wanted more--always more. Oh, God, she thought, there is nothing else left for me anymore.
CHAPTER 11
Even though Carol had just experienced something great it wasn't too long until she was as uptight as she had ever been before in her life. She couldn't rid herself of the feeling of futility. She wasn't above what she had experienced with Ted Hurley and the Bud Thompson crowd, after all. She was worse, she decided.
If only Ted would divorce her. Maybe he had tried and couldn't find her. Yet, she had left her new number with the agency that handled most of his material. She had also left her number at the beach house.
Could it be another of Ted's curious whims? Could he be holding out just to have her suffer a bit more? She wondered. Perhaps if she could rid herself of him legally she could eventually cleanse her life.
At work, Carol kept busy. She didn't want to think too much about what lie ahead for her. Around midday the telephone rang. When she answered it a familiar voice said, "Hi, sweetheart. This is your husband."
"Ted!" Carol tried to fight down the fright that suddenly sprang from inside her.
"I suppose you're wondering why you've never been served with divorce papers?"
"Yes," Carol felt a shudder creep up her back. "I didn't know, I, uh ..."
"It's like this, sweetie. I was going to divorce you, but then I got to thinking about all the good things I could get you to do for my friends, and I've decided to keep you."
"Keep me? You make me feel like some sort of animal."
"Well," Ted said, his voice sarcastic, "aren't you?"
Carol slammed down the receiver. She held it in place as if afraid to relax her arm. Then she started shaking with fright. She had to get out of the front office. She just had to. Buzzing Bruce, she told him he'd have to cover, that she had to take a break.
She ran back to the lounge before he could see the condition she was in.
In the lounge she held back the sobs as long as she could, then they broke through and she cried.
"God! Oh 'God! I can't go back to him. I would be an animal for sure. He knows what he can make me do. I just can't go back to him."
It was some seconds before she realized she was talking aloud. But, it really didn't matter, she decided. There was no one around. Aloud she said, "God, what must I do. All I ever wanted in life was to have someone to love me and me to love in return."
For at least a half hour she sat talking to herself aloud. Now the tears were gone and she felt weak but dried out inside. There just was no other way. She had to go back to Ted. Regardless, she had to go back. She couldn't afford an attorney to fight him and with his influence he'd win the case anyway. She was stuck with him.
The telephone sprang to life, startling her. Carol jumped to answer it. "Carol here."
It was Bruce on the intercom. "Carol, I need you. I have a new customer. An important one. He wants a massage. And I'm booked and can't help him. So are the others. So, babe, you've got to put yourself together and help out."
"I, uh, I can't," Carol pleaded.
"Look, babe. You've got to. Now I know you've practiced enough, and you'll do okay."
"Well. I suppose ... "
"Suppose, hell. Get your sweet fanny to one-two-one and hop to it."
Carol replaced the instrument and started down the hall. Hell, she thought, how can I give anyone a massage? I'll probably get carried away and try to rape him.
Regardless she went on down the hall and knocked on the door to 121.
"Come in," a familiar drawl called out.
Carol rushed through the door and stopped suddenly as if frozen. "Alan," she almost screamed out, "Alan Norman. You big ole hunk of sweetness." She drawled this out, imitating him.
"Great day a'dawning," Alan said, "Honey chile, I've been looking for you for weeks now. And, all this time you've been hiding out here."
"Oh, Alan, you big tease."
"I'm not teasing, missy. I'm in love with you. Have been since that first time. You know," he paused and took a deep breath, as if getting up nerve to say the rest, "since that time, fucking just ain't been any good." He grinned.
Carol watched him. Suddenly she, too, felt what had really been a doubt before. "I always think about that time, too."
"I want to marry you, missy."
"Ted won't give me a divorce. He wants to keep me around to put on sideshows for his friends." There was bitterness in her voice.
Alan grinned and stood up from the table he'd been sitting on. His six feet-six frame towered above her. Even without his familiar screen ten-gallon hat he was awesome. "Look, missy. You file for divorce. I'll see to it that you get it."
"But Ted threatened me, he said ... "
Alan cut her off. "I'm a mite more powerful in Hollywood than he is. Believe me, he'll go through with it and give you a divorce." He slammed a fist on the table, almost knocking the table over. "He will or else!"
Carol broke down again then and sobbed. Alan took her in his arms and held her close. "Don't let it get to you."
"But," Carol pulled her head from his chest and looked up at him, "I've been so bad, so very bad, I ..."
"No need to talk about it. I told you once I don't get a kick outta all them things anymore. I, like my loving private, and I like my fucking with someone I care for."
Carol held on to him as tight as she could.
That night Alan made love to her. Carol thought later that it was the most pleasurable experience she had ever encountered. She didn't need a dog, she didn't need a dildo, and above all else, she felt completely satisfied when it was over.
She slept peacefully, in Alan's arms, without dreaming or having nightmares. When she awoke the next morning, she looked out the window and cried with happiness. "God, it's good to be alive," she said aloud.
