The month end balance on her bank statement was disturbing. Staring intently at the accusing numbers, Alice Martin shrugged her well-shaped shoulders and tossed the sheet of paper on the desk in the corner. They would just have to go easy for awhile and she could cut corners on food and Frank could try to control his drinking. They would just have to manage. She had decided that the combination color TV-stereo-tape recorder which she had seen at the shopping plaza was going to become part of her living room and the delivery men were due with it that very day. There was no turning back, and after all, Alice's sense of commitment, ingrained while she was very young, compelled that, once made a decision was final.
She walked into the kitchen and just as she started pouring another cup of coffee the telephone rang. The smooth talking voice at the other end of the wire was the manager of the home entertainment department at the store on the plaza mall.
"Everything has been approved and taken care of. I just wanted to call and make sure you hadn't forgotten, Mrs. Martin. The delivery men will be out some time today with your beautiful new console."
This was Alice's last chance to cancel the order. She feared Frank's reaction but pushed it out of her mind. Once it was installed, he was sure to like it. Besides, everyone else in the building had one and it just wasn't right for them to be different. How could she expect to become acquainted with her neighbors and invite them over if they didn't have a phonograph. Since she was home all day, why should she have to sit and look at the bland small black and white portable TV which was merely an eyesore in the room.
"Thank you," she said. "I ... I haven't forgotten. We .-We're looking forward to the new console. I plan to be home all day so the men can come out anytime."
The department manager's voice oozed with delight.
"I'm sure you and Mr. Martin will enjoy it immensely. Let's see now ... yes, everything is in order, you've signed the installment contract and put the payments on an eighteen-month contract."
"That's right," Alice replied weakly.
She placed the receiver back on the hook and stared blankly into space, pushing all doubts out of her mind. The terms and figures in the contract kept appearing before her eyes.
Forty-eight dollars a month each month for eighteen-months, due and payable on the first of each mouth! It would strain their already over burdened budget even more. Frank would explode! He was just getting started as a stockbroker and the market was quite low. Why couldn't they have enough money for the things she wanted? But it would work out ... somehow it would all work out. She would convince him. After all, she could always go back to work part-time and help out with all their expenses. That's right, I can help with all of our payments so there's no reason for Frank to be upset.
Alice picked up her coffee cup, ignoring the opened magazine in front of her. She never ate breakfast anymore. Her dressing-room mirror had revealed a slight bulge in her stomach and she told herself that she needed to cut down on food. After all, it was easier to eat less than stop her recent habit of having several cocktails with her husband in the evening. Drinking somehow made it all seem better. Her frustration ... the arguments, pain, and bitterness seemed to lighten. After all, she drank in self-defense and only in the evening.
What would her mother say! Imagine, the grade school teacher's little girl indulging in spirits. If mother could see me now. Oh, God! Poor little mama ... so pious ... proper ... and long-suffering.
The past pushed itself back into her consciousness. All those memories which she tried to repress came welling up in her mind, no matter how often she tried to crowd them out. And as so often in the past, she seemed helpless to control her thoughts and returned to those previous years when she seemed to have been another person.
Alice had moved to the city in order to attend the state college so that she could become a nurse. Her mother had suffered a fatal heart attack only one year after she had begun her studies. She could not continue at school because there was little which remained in the so called estate.
If only her father was still alive! He would have taken care of her and protected her. Although her mother's sudden death stunned her, her grief took on strange dimensions.
She continually thought of her father after her mother's death. They lived in a small town in Iowa where her father ran the local store. Although he was not a good businessman, those had been Alice's happiest days. A deeply religious man, John Owen's pride and joy was his only daughter, Alice. He taught her the fundamental doctrine of the church and shielded her from pain and unhappiness. Why did he have to die when she was so young?
It was only after the death of her mother, many years later, that she finally understood. She was in love with the memory of her father. Forced to face the painful truth, she attempted to come to terms with her realization. She carried the memory and love of someone who was ... unattainable ... the man who was her father. Her head ached with confusion and guilt, drowning her in long periods of depression.
She had finally convinced herself that she was exaggerating everything. It was perfectly normal for her to carry the loving memory of her father and it had been the shock of her mother's loss that had confused her thoughts. It had been her father's wish that she go to college and she was determined to fulfill his desire. Mrs. Owen had gone back to grade school teaching and agreed that her modest salary would somehow see Alice through school.
Her year at school exposed her to the outside would. She had immersed herself in college activities, met many young men who she dated, and gradually began to slip away from the religious precepts of her early years.
When her mother died, she had returned home and made all necessary arrangements. There was nothing to keep her there anymore so she returned to the city, determined to get a job and save enough money so that she could return to school.
Alice accepted a position as a file clerk in a bank, Her facile mind and ability was not ignored and she soon worked her way up to senior teller. It was at the annual bank Christmas party that she had met Frank-Martin.
Frank was about to graduate from the state college and he planned to become a stockbroker. There was something about him that drew Alice to him the first time she saw him. She didn't understand her attraction to him but found herself falling in love with him, almost immediately.
Her roommate had advised her to take things slowly and to get to know him better. But why should she be apprehensive? Frank was so sure of himself, so strong, and she felt completely at ease with him. It was as if nothing could hurt her when he was with her. She saw him almost every evening and couldn't keep him out of her thoughts. More than once Alice had quarrelled with her roommate about him. What did it matter what anyone else thought? Besides, Alice thought, her roommate Jane was probably only jealous of her.
It was on that rainy Saturday afternoon when Alice had been cleaning out her bureau that she had found the old photographs. Jane had a strange grin on her face as she examined the pictures of Alice's father which were resting on the table when she returned from work.
"What is it, Jane?" Alice asked, puzzled by the peculiar expression on her roommate's face.
"He was a very handsome man," Jane answered. "It all makes sense now."
"What makes sense?" Alice asked. She felt irritated and couldn't understand what was happening to annoy her.
"You know what "I mean, Alice," Jane said smugly. "Why, the resemblance in the picture ... the resemblance between your father and Frank Martin."
Alice blushed and stiffened. "Resemblance to my father ... Frank?"
What could Jane be thinking about? But, Alice suddenly knew that her roommate was right. The broad shoulders ... the thick light brown hair ... and that compelling wide grin ...
She quickly put the photographs back into the bureau, saying nothing more to Jane. The truth had surfaced, nevertheless. It was there, staring up at her from those pictures.
Frank graduated ax the end of January and they were married immediately. He was offered a job in Baltimore and they had decided to fly down to Miami for their honeymoon.
Alice was ecstatic during the trip South. Here she was, Mrs. Frank Martin. She had everything a woman could want and could ask for no more. Little did she know how short lived this euphoric happiness was to be.
The airport was bustling with people and activity and they had trouble finding a taxi. Frank was visibly annoyed and was curt with the driver when they were finally en route to the hotel. The fact that there had been an error made in their room reservation and that they could not have a private terrace sparked an argument with the desk clerk. Alice had never known Frank to be so irritable and he clumsily hurried her into the elevator.
As soon as they were in the room Frank ordered a bottle of scotch and started to drink heavily.
Alice had been eagerly looking forward to this night for days. This would be the most memorable evening of her life. Yet here she was in a strange hotel room with a drunk who was her husband. She haltingly unpacked and walked into the bathroom with her new, flowing, soft nightgown on her arm. As she showered, she thought of her desire to consummate her marriage. She wanted to join in union with her husband through the sacred act of love-making. Donning her nightgown, she returned to the bedroom, gripped with fear and apprehension. She did not know what to expect, yet wanting him and wanting him to take her. Here was her husband, drunk, and she yearned to be gently initiated into the ritual of love-making and experience the romantic depths of sexual union. Never had innocent, starry-eyed, naive little Alice Owen from Iowa expected to confront a hulking drunk as her bridegroom.
Frank's bloodshot eyes fixed on her and his leery stare pierced through her nightgown. He stumbled as he approached, sliding onto the bed as he tried to reach out for her. "That's really something ... now that's more like it. Really shows your body off! But, you don't need it now. Take it off so I see the merchandise. I want to see what my property looks like!"
Let ... let's wait a bit, Frank," Alice said, trembling. "Don't you think you should take a shower and get cleaned up a bit, first?"
"Hell no! Who needs to be cleaned up. I'm all ready for you." He had a wild look in his eyes and he moistened his lips with lust.
Alice left the kitchen and slowly drifted into the living room, opening the draperies and letting the light filter into the room. She knew she should dress but memories flooded her mind. She couldn't get started this morning and visions of days and people long gone passed before her.
Why was she so accepting of everything? What was it about her that made her so passive ... putting up with the way in which Frank treated her? Was there something in her mother's or father's influence which was the cause? Her father had never behaved this way. She couldn't understand why.
It passed through her mind that her interest in their apartment was merely a diversion. Buying all the furniture and making their home look so well kept her busy. It was a way of avoiding the gnawing need which remained unfulfilled. Alice was merely surrounding herself with things in an effort to compensate for the love she was not receiving. Sex was certainly not lacking, she had plenty of that ... but no love. Was this why she insisted on buying the new console that they couldn't really afford right now? She brushed her black hair away from her face and started toward the bedroom. Suddenly she was back in that hotel room in Miami with her drunken bridegroom.
"C'mon over here," Frank bellowed at her. Not knowing what else to do, Alice obeyed her husband and moved over to where he sat. Rising from the bed he took her roughly in his arms, pressing his body into hers. His lips rubbed over her face coming down hard on her mouth. His tongue worked its way through her teeth into her mouth, filling her with the stale, sour taste of alcohol. She pulled away, gagging on the lusting tongue which had blocked her mouth, and covered her face with her hands. Frank grabbed her again, moving his hands over her supple body, exploring her firm, well proportioned flesh. He massaged her shoulders, moving down to her firm, sculpted breasts, and the trim curves of her buttocks. His sweaty, insistent hands began pulling at her nightgown and he soon succeeded in tearing it from her body.
"Frank, please ... my nightgown ... easy ... Frank," she moaned.
"You don't need that damn thing. It's only in the way," he growled. Bracing her to him with one arm around her waist, he lowered his face to her breast and began licking. Soon he took her aroused pink nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily.
"You have a great body, Alice," He whispered as his hands continued their restless probing over her body.
"Please, Frank," she gasped. "You're hurting me.
Ignoring her cries, he pushed her down on the bed and began flinging his own clothes off. Alice's eyes widened as he pulled off his undershorts. His erect cock, exposed in all its blood-engorged thickness and length, was freed from the confines of his shorts. It was so large! She had never realized that a man's sex organ could become so enlarged in erection.
Frank noticed her stare and he broke into a grin.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked. "Never seen a man's cock before? " "You know I never have," she replied sheepishly. "I only touched . . . it . . . that night ... on the beach." Alice felt her face reddening but she could not take her eyes away from the huge penis. "It . . . it's so big ... I... I can't believe it!"
"The more I can fuck you with, baby," he laughed mockingly.
Leading her down onto the bed, he lay down beside her and began reaching for her loins. With an involuntary gesture, she tried to keep his hands away and protect herself. She pulled her legs together and clamped them tightly.
"Open your legs!" he barked. "I want to get at that sweet cunt of yours."
She had to submit and hesitantly, she obeyed his command and released her muscles slightly. In an instant, he had plundered her with his hand, sliding a finger roughly into her tight virginal vagina, moving upwards toward the delicate clitoris that was nestled in its hooded canopy between the outer lips. She shifted her hips in an effort to escape the painful, hard thrust of his greedy finger.
"It's nice and tight," he whispered. "Just the way I like it, little virgin."
"Oh, that hurts! Please, Frank ... you're hurting me," she wailed. "Stop ... please ... don't!"
It was too late. Frank had ignored her pleas.
"That's it baby! Keep your little ass moving back and forth," he wailed. Her jerking body only urged him on. He pinned her back and climbed on top of her, balancing himself between her legs, the menacing head of his throbbing cock resting at the tiny opening before him. Leering down at her, his face wore an expression of total lust.
Alice suddenly knew his intention. She read it in his eyes. He wanted to shove that huge phallus into her small, inexperienced, and unready orifice with no tenderness and no other preliminaries. She was gripped with terror and alarm.
Pleading and begging she moaned, "You'll tear me apart with that ... your ... Frank please wait. Please wait a bit."
"Why the hell should we wait," he blurted angrily. "You've waited long enough to lose your virgin girlhood. It's about time, too."
He had moved his hips forward and downward, reaching down to guide his thick, veined cock to the soft ivory and pink opening, glistening in a maze of curly black hair. As he stretched the bulbous head of his prick roughly against the barrier of her hymenal membrane, a surging pain flooded through her.
"Please Frank," she implored. "No ... no noooooh!"
Desperately, she attempted to swivel her hips away from him and the painful sensation. It was too late! She felt the tissues stretching and could feel them beginning to tear. Rolling her head wildly, back and forth, she realized that there was no escape. He had her pinned to the bed. As tears begin to trickle from her frightened dark eyes, she looked up and cried out. "God ... of god, please help me!"
"Keep still, damn it," was the reply that she heard.
"I can't stand ... you're killing me!" she sobbed.
"Please ... I can't take it!"
"Hell, baby," he laughed. "I haven't even put it into your pussy yet."
Frank wore a lusting maniacal expression on his face as he began to push harder. Digging in with his toes, he levered his body over her. Sweat ran down his neck from his brow and he grunted with discomfort as his body stretched and shoved.
"Damn, you've got a tight cunt," he whined.
Finally, with an even stronger hold on her, he had plunged, straining all of the muscles of his back and legs as he drove his giant shaft into her. The thick blood-filled head of his penis broke through the wall of her hymen, tearing apart and ripping the delicate flesh as he surged into her. She was changed-ravished brutally by her husband- the physical and psychological fact of her virginity was gone. Her virginal womanhood had vanished.
Her wounded flesh spurted forth blood, the biting pain of it forcing a long, drawn out wail of anguish from deep inside her. She cried out like a beaten, wounded animal.
The pain was suddenly gone. All consciousness was gone and she sunk into a reverie of merciful twilight. Her body relaxed under him, and her head rolled to one side as her eyelids closed. He had not even noticed her condition. Continuing his movement, he lunged, deeper, blindly, ramming that thick hard cock into the delicate, lacerated, vaginal vault, the bleeding flesh of the hymenal pulling inside along the partial length of the lusting phallus and the soft, velvet-like tissue of the inner lining rolling ahead of it in waves.
The swollen head of his penis made its way past the cervical neck. He had succeeded in reaching the depths. His own hard pubic bone slammed into her blood stained pubic hair.
He was delirious with satisfaction.
"AAaaaggghhh," he moaned. "Tight . . . tighter 'n hell."
The remainder of his conquest was a nightmare for Alice, a scene from a grotesque Hollywood horror movie or a torture chamber that belonged to The Inferno. Roused from her semi-conscious state, she stared up into the lusting eyes of her husband-eyes red from alcohol and flaming with the driving desire to ejaculate. He continued to ram and slam into her with long, cruel, punishing strokes, each one intensifying the already unbearable pain.
She was inarticulate; unable to utter words. She could only sob, uncontrollably, keeping her body rigid for him to use, no longer trying or able to escape the brutal, pounding blows of the long, thick cock which was thrusting into her tender, raw opening like a sledge-hammer.
As the speed and force of his rapid strokes increased, she sensed that he was approaching climax. His facial muscles contracted, his eyes blazing, his hips moving up and down, his prick pushing on and on, he pistoned into her like some monstrous infernal sex machine.
Please let him cum quickly, she thought. I can't stand much more ... I feel as if I'm going to die. Let him cum now ... noow ... oohh pplease ... let him cum!
A strange sensation had fleetingly passed over her. She could not identify it ... but there was an awareness of something. It was a feeling of warmth, an electric tingle in her genitals. It had passed as swiftly as she had felt it. It was as if she had suddenly felt a preview of something. It was a feeling of warmth, an electric tingle in her genitals. It had passed as swiftly as she had felt it. It was as if she had suddenly felt a preview of something to come .. . something delectable. Suddenly she was aware that she had been on the verge of sexual arousal.
Frank gave one more final thrust and gasped. She could feel the expanding penis inside her as it spewed forth his sperm, pumping and forcing the viscous fluid deep, deep into her tortured and battered vaginal vault.
Groaning loudly he had collapsed on top of her, crushing her to the bed with his large masculine frame. After a few minutes, he rolled over to his side and was instantly asleep. Frank had slept the sleep of the dead man that night ... passed out dead drunk and sexually satiated.
Alice slept very little that night. Her eyes swollen with tears, she had left her marriage "bed and gone into the bathroom. Appalled at her battered body, she had examined herself, wiping the blood stains from her and applying an ointment to her mutilated genitals.
This can't be true, she thought. It's all some terrible nightmare . . . sexual union couldn't be like this ... love between man and woman had to be something wonderful ... mysteriously romantic ... not the crazed, brutal horror which had taken place! It was so hideous ... so full of pain and torment ... and nothing ... there had been nothing for her. Where was my pleasure ... joy ... ecstasy ... our sense of oneness? It was so primitive and barren!
She had gone back to bed, crawling into it to release the sobs of her psychical and physical pain. The merciful release of sleep finally came to her as she had lain in that bed alongside the an she had vowed to love, cherish, honor, and obey.
It was still quite early and Alice decided that relaxing a bit in the sun might calm her nerves before the new console arrived. She took off her robe and nightgown and changed into a bikini swimsuit. Packing up a large towel and the bottle of suntan oil she went back into the living room and headed for the sliding glass door that opened onto their terrace.
The bright summer sun blazed through the glass as she drew the drapes and pulled back the door, stepping onto the terrace. She turned and noticed her own reflection through the glass, long black hair and soft creamy smooth white skin, wrapped only in the scanty bikini, her appealing sensuous body barely covered by the skimpy design of the garment.
She gazed up at the cloudless sky, her body adjusting to the warm, penetrating rays of the sun. A remote speaker built into the wall was concealed near the sliding glass door. She went to it, lifting her hand up, twisting the control dial which flooded the terrace with the recorded music of a popular FM radio station. The music was pleasing and relaxing as she spread her thick terry towel down at an angle which reflected the sun's rays. Making herself comfortable on the towel, she put on a pair of sun glasses and began to spread the suntan oil over the exposed parts of her body. Caressingly, her hands moved slowly over her long, well-shaped legs and smooth thighs, rubbing in the oil carefully and evenly. All parts of her body received the same treatment, neck, stomach, arms and back. Relating again on the towel, she lay back to receive the warm, mid-morning sun, feeling languorous and luxurious as she listened to the chirping of the birds, the mixed sounds of buzzing insects, absorbing the penetrating rays of the sun. She closed her eyes.
Again, memories of the past flooded back before her. It was the time before she and Frank were married ... the Sunday they had driven up to the mountains ... and stayed till it was after dark. She vividly recalled all the details of the day.
She had prepared a picnic lunch and they had spent the entire day there. First, they had stopped at a resort area, strolling about looking at the gift and souvenir items in the little shops. Later on, they drove up further and leaving the car by the road, hiked up a beautiful, desolate canyon. They had found a small clearing where Frank set down a blanket and built a small fire to take the chill out of the air. It was a clear, crisp day and she was in love with life. Frank had playfully teased her as she unsuccessfully tried to assist him get the fire started. She had vowed that, in time, her inexperience would pass, and she would master some of his manly skills. Alice hadn't known when she had felt so calm and serene ... and so close to another human being. The laughter, fun, and companionship they had shared was all encompassing and perfect. Her head was full of joy and love for him.
As night drew near the wind increased and they huddled together to feel each other's body warmth. Frank had wrapped part of the blanket around her. His arms sought her and they nestled together, their bodies pressing intimately.
Gently, caressingly, he had kissed her, gradually becoming more passionate and insistent. She had learned to enjoy the sweetness of his tongue as it explored the walls and ridges of her mouth. Tenderly responding, she inserted her own moist tongue into his mouth, experiencing the tingling sensations of a deep, lingering kiss.
As the flame of warmth surged inside her, he had inserted his hand under her sweater and she allowed him to loosen her bra. His hands were strong yet gentle on her as he rubbed and massaged the smooth, curved loveliness of her supple breasts. He lowered his head and brought the pliant nipples of her breasts to erectness with his lips and tongue, while his hands ran up and down at will, making their way over her body. He gently eased down her slacks, caressing the curves of her thighs, working his way into the soft fabric of her underpants.
"Let's get more comfortable," he had whispered. "I'm afraid, Frank," she replied. "It's too dangerous."
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he insisted. We're going to be married soon, aren't we?"
"Yes, I know ... but I don't want us to spoil anything ... by going to far ... now."
"What would be spoiled?" he asked, sarcastically.
"You know ... it's dangerous ... we wouldn't want to .... well ... actually do it ... before we're really married," she replied hesitatingly.
"Alice, don't you trust me?" he questioned. We're living in the modern world. That old morality nonsense is ridiculous .. you're really not hung up with that old stuff, are you?"
She let him slip her underpants down, against her own best judgment. He had pulled her on her side and pressed her up against him, unfastening his trousers and lowering them down below his knees. He had fondled her for a few moments when she suddenly felt it ... the prick of his phallus against her abdomen.
His breath had felt hot and she felt the moisture of his mouth as he panted on her throat. "I do love you ... Alice ... and want you so ..."
"I love you, too, Frank," she had murmured, through a long, deep kiss.
"Then show me," he urged. "Show me ... how much you love me, Alice!"
He placed his hand on hers and guided it to his hardened penis.
"Touch it!" he said. "Feel all the love and desire that I have for you!"
He kept her hand on top of his throbbing organ, and she could feel the thickness and length of his cock through the cloth of his shorts.
"It's so large ... so big," she stammered.
This was the first time Alice had ever touched a man's penis. She pulled her hand back, saying, "Please, Frank, no ... I'm afraid."
Frank had lifted her hand again and placed it back on his virile hardness, rounding her fingers around the shaft of it and tightening her grip on it with his own hand.
"Maybe ... we should ... start back, Frank," she suggested.
Frank had had other ideas, however. He suddenly leaned over and pulling off his shoes, kicked his trousers off and lowered his underpants. Locking her body into his, he said, "This is-more like it ... now, you can really feel all that I have for you!"
Once again, he guided her hand to his swelling penis, locking her fingers around it. She could barely grasp it with her tiny fingers. It pulsated with desire and felt huge and alive in her hand. She could feel the warmth of his cock permeating her hand.. "Frank, please! I don't ... want to ... please wait. I ... I don't want us to ... too ... far," she had pleaded.
But, in an instant, he was on top of her, straddling her body with his muscular legs,, his strong hands reaching down and spreading her thighs, his enormous penis straining for the erotic moistness of her virginal cunt. She still had her hand around his shaft, and she struggled to shift the direction of his thrust, rolling onto her side at the same time.
"What ... are you trying to do ... my god, Frank," she cried out. "What are you thinking about!" She was on the verge of getting hysterical.
"I. .. want you, Alice! I have to get inside you ... to fuck you," he insisted, pulling her back in front of him with all of his strength.
"No! No! We can't ... not this way ... not here ... not now," she pleaded. "I want it to be right ...
to be good ... and beau ... beautiful ... after we're married."
"We're as good as married now ... c'mon on, Alice," he insisted. Frank was desperate with arousal, and he couldn't... wouldn't stop now!
His body lunged forward, his hips moving up and down, searching for the opening .. . the untouched sacred vaginal passage which was to be his, but she firmly gripped his prick, keeping it from penetrating her. All at once, her hand trembled and felt wet. His cock was jerkingly alive and a premature ejaculation of hot viscous semen ran out of the bulbous head, trickling down on her thigh and oozing down to her leg.
Frank's body convulsed with the pleasure and frustration of his premature release and he collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a few moments, the silence of the night disturbed only by the uneven rhythm of his quick breaths and the stifled sobs which Alice had not been able to control. He had finally straightened up, and stood before in the moonlight, his huge cock deflating and drying in the chilled, mountain air. "That certainly didn't do either of us much good," he said dryly. Alice had never known whether he had accused her or attempted to apologize.
He dressed himself and stood gazing out on the countryside. Alice joined him and slipped her hand into his. They stood silently for a few minutes, the wind billowing through the air and cooling their bodies. He reached down and gathering up the blanket and their picnic things, they slowly started back down the canyon to the car. Alice felt a throbbing sensation in her temples and had a mixed sensation of let down and relief. They reached the car and started back to the city. Alice soon nestled in his arms, thinking of their future, "It's better this way," she affirmed. "We can start our marriage out with a clean conscience, Frank."
"Yeah-sure," he replied dryly.
The car slowly made its down the curving road to the highway, and Alice's eyes closed. She drifted into deep sleep as she felt Frank's lips silently graze her cheek.
As they said goodnight in her apartment later that evening, they had decided on a final date for their wedding.
Alice started upright, pushing the memories from her mind. She gazed blankly about the terrace, regaining her orientation, coming back to reality. What was real was that she was Mrs. Frank Martin now, and she knew that she was far from being happy.
The rays of the hot sun gave her a tingling sensation and she felt beads of perspiration trickling down her chest. Why not, she thought. The building was quiet and all the men were at work. She looked around and noted the closed draperies of the apartments surrounding her. No one would see or take notice of her. Even if someone did happen to open their sliding glass doors, no one could see her in the shelter of the terrace wall. She decided to do it! Yes, she would do it right now!
CHAPTER TWO
On the top floor of the building in the complex directly across from the one in which the Martins lived, Hank Rollins sat comfortably in a thickly padded, patio chair with a drink in his hand. Placing his drink on the table beside him after a lingering swallow, he arched himself up and approached the corner of the penthouse roof. He wore a contoured fitting, bright orange swimsuit, his tall, muscular frame visible evidence of the care which he took to keep himself in shape. Hank was very athletic and an active sportsman. He stretched out his arms, expanding his wide, firm chest, and took a deep breath of fresh air.
There she was! Suddenly in front of him a few floors below was a vision of black and white stretched out on a large bath towel on one of the neighboring terraces in the recently opened ultramodern building across the way. He stood there, fascinated, as she sat up and began to remove the top of her swimsuit. Hank could not move and riveted his eyes on the beautiful shape below. He could see her, clearly, as she took off the bikini top, her rounded creamy breasts completely exposed to his obviously leering stare.
Wow, is that beautiful, he thought. I'd sure like to get my hands on that. How can I find out whose gorgeous tits those belong to?
His gaze intensified as she poured oil into her hand from a bottle and carefully rubbed it into her succulent white flesh, cupping the orbs in her hands and applying the liquid evenly on them in slow circular movements that accentuated the curved smoothness of those inviting, perfectly shaped breasts.
She now moved and rose to her feet; with a quick movement she leaned over and quickly removed the bikini bottoms. Hank's eyes widened as he concentrated his attention to the luscious creature before him. He felt the need soaring in his testacies, his blood pumping hard through his veins, and the hardening of his penis throbbing with sensations of pleasure and desire.
His eyes were fixed on the dark triangle at her thighs which was the only darkened spot on her voluptuous body. Hank watched, an intense expression knitting his forehead, as she continued to rub the suntan oil over the swell of her thighs and the firm shapely flesh of her rounded buttocks. Completing the preparatory ritual for basking in the sun drenched morning, the girl lay back down on her towel, face-up to expose her nude body to the tanning rays overhead.
Hank Rollins was not aware of Susan as she padded softly across the concrete floor of the penthouse roof toward him. Actually, he was not aware of her until she came up close behind him and placed her hands around his neck. She leaned closely and peered over to see what it was that commanded his attention so completely. The tall, advertising executive turned his head, placing his finger to his lips to warn her to keep still and turned back to enjoy the thrill of the young nude beauty who was sunbathing on the terrace in the building opposite.
"Could that be Juliet?" Susan asked, critically.
Hank retorted quickly, "Well ... I'm not Romeo, but that doesn't disqualify me from looking and admiring! Do you know who she is?"
I think I'm a little afraid to give you any details," she pouted.
"What an incredible body ... I'd love to meet her ... she's fascinating ... c'mon what's her name?"
"Oh, hell ... you'll be sure to find out anyway. Her name is Alice . . . Alice Martin. She's married to a broker who works for Ed." Susan knew there was no point in keeping this information from him.
"Well ... isn't that interesting. What a nice cozy little family ... and that sexy broad is one of us!"
Exasperated because he was taking such an interest in the girl on the terrace, Susan pulled Hank around and reached behind her. She gingerly unfastened her bra-top and tossed it across the terrace, exposing her own deeply tanned, magnificent breasts to his view.
"These aren't too bad, are they?" she quipped, a sly smile forming on her lips.
Ignoring her question, Hank grabbed her into his arms, smashing the mounded hemispheres of her womanliness to his hard chest. He lowered his head to accept her hot, wet and eager lips, her long tongue coming into his mouth, searchingly, her hands moving knowingly, confidently on his body as she aroused the desire in him.
Hank felt the heat of her loins gently swaying up and down against his now fully enlarged cock that strained upward and forward against the confining pocket of the supporter which he wore inside his trunks.
"Let's go back inside," he commanded anxiously, guiding her away from the rooftop.
She lingered to retrieve her bra, and Hank turned to admire the womanly body in front of him. He was always fascinated by her slinky, animal grace. As they reached the door, he put his arms around her and pulling her to him, reached up and grasped her velvet-skinned breasts in his hands, a surge of electricity shooting up inside of him as he fingered the smooth, even flesh. His body surged with excitement, as all his desire for her concentrated itself in the painfully hard flesh of his awakened and imprisoned penis. He slammed his pelvis into her backside as they made their way tandem-like through the sliding glass door into the luxurious living room.
As soon as they were inside, his hands left her breasts and moved swiftly to the elastic waistband of her transparent underpants. He stripped them from her. Signaling her approval, Susan stepped free of the soft cloth, turning toward him, her body inviting, eyes glistening with passionate desire, long blond hair cascading down over her smooth back.
"It's your turn now," she murmured, reaching out her hands.
She untied the draw string of his trunks and eagerly clawed the trunks and supporter from his body. He kicked the constraining garments into a corner, as her knowing hands reached lustfully for his manhood, gripping the steely hard flesh of his cock and smoothing back the foreskin to admire the blood engorged head. Spreading her legs apart, she brought his long, firm rod toward her, inserting it between her legs. Tightly mounted, she slowly began to move her hips back and forth a number of times, her eager clitoris slipping along the length of him. Opening her mouth, she stood on tiptoes, offering it to him for a deep kiss. The passionate and tingling sensations pervaded her ... she wanted him. She didn't want to wait any longer. She needed his strong cock inside her! Her angular legs gripped tightly around his shaft as he took her into his arms.
Meeting her lips, Hank locked his mouth to hers and began to shuffle their bodies toward the sofa, his aroused senses marveling at the sexuality she exuded and burning with lustful desire. Her crotch was alive on his prick as her legs moved delicately, knowingly to urge him on even more.
The backs of her legs felt the edge of the sofa which they had used so pleasurably during moments like this. She understood what he had in mind, but she didn't want it that way ... didn't need it now. Her need for his manhood Vas digging in her, and the hunger inside was too great to be denied instant gratification. It was time ... she was all ready now! She could feel the inner ring of vaginal muscles contract within, signaling the frenzy of her desire.
"Don't bother with that ... darling," she implored.
"But, I... want to," he answered.
"No, Hank ... I don't need your tongue," she whispered. "I'm all ready ... and more than just ready. Take me ... fuck me! Give it to me ... now!"
"Right now . . . without any build-up or preliminaries?" he asked.
"I just want you right now.' Put your cock in! Fuck me ... quick," she wailed desperately.
She slid out of his arms away from the sofa and sank down to the thick, piled carpet, her legs splaying out obscenely, as she elevated her hips upward toward him, rolling them invitingly, the viscous moistness of her cunt gleaming on the exposed, violet flesh of her inner lips and the mouth of the blond-lined channel beckoning to him, communicating the silent language of lusting, wild sexual desire.
He lowered his strong frame down between her widespread legs, his firm, erect prick, the tumescent red head of it moist with preparatory lubricant, worked its way into the taught vaginal slit and she arched upwards to guide its entrance, her quick breaths expelling in sighs of satisfaction as he flexed his hips forward and drove the instrument of his manhood deep into the warmth of her lubricating canal. She strove forward to meet him, her tight, sex crazed pussy sucking in and enveloping the length of that magnificent phallus completely.
Pausing as he completed his first thrust, Hank expanded his penis and was engulfed in the wild sensations set off inside him as he felt her vagina squeezing him in rhythmic movement. He couldn't understand her. He had to find out.
"Why a hurry ... so fast, Susan?" he whispered in her ear.
"It must be ... I guess, jealousy," she moaned back.
He asked incredulously, "of whom?"
"That girl advertising outside . . . Alice . , . I hate that little bitch!" "But that's . .. ridiculous. I was only looking . .."
"Ridiculous or not ... I don't enjoy your lusting at some other woman," she responded. "Come on ... more ... fuck me!"
Again, her hips began to move under him, absorbing and expelling his cock into her already moistened cunt, her pubic hair becoming drenched from the sweat of his body and the walls of her channel tightened and relaxed their hold on his organ with regular and controlled muscular contractions.
The continued insistence of her body urged him on to more, the sensations growing ever more demanding. Hank could feel his prick becoming longer, harder and larger, and he began to move rhythmically with her in slow, long even strokes, coming out of her clinging flesh until only the head remained inside, then lunging back with a strong ramming thrust that mashed their pubic bones together. With a steady and gradual motion, he increased the speed and depth of his strokes, as her breath Began to come in interrupted, jerky gasps.
Suddenly, the telephone rang!
"Damn it!" she screamed out.
"Ignore it... let it ring," he insisted.
The continued ring of the phone resounded in the room.
"You know I want to ... "but I have to answer it," she moaned. "You know who it might be."
Hank Rollins groaned in frustration, pulled his cock from her contracted cunt with a faint, wet, popping sound and rolled off from atop her to lie on his back. She scrambled hastily to her feet taking a deep breath and went to the insistently ringing telephone and lifted it to her ear.
"Hello," she said soothingly.
The voice of a long-distance operator came through the wire. "Mrs. Edgar Reynolds ... I have a collect call from Mr. Reynolds . . . will you accept?"
Hank watched her animated expression as it registered surprise, relief, elation and annoyance. He had already guessed that it was her husband, and his eyes swept over the rest of her nude, shapely, curvaceous body, as she stood fingering the cord of the telephone like a jungle cat. This phone call was not going to interrupt their fun, he thought!!
"Yes," she replied to the operator; then, she turned to Hank, covering the mouthpiece with the palm of her hand, she whispered, "It's Ed!"
He signaled his understanding, impatiently.
Her eyes were on Hank as she spoke into the phone. "Hi, Ed. Yes, honey ... fine ... everything's OK.... What? Yes ... just fine ...
Hank had raised himself from off the floor and made his way over beside her. Leaning down, he kissed the back of her neck and caressed her thighs.
Ed Reynolds' voice was distant, faint over the telephone. "I'm stuck up here in Boston ... thought that I'd better alert you and let you know I won't make it back today."
The self-assured advertising man put his arms around her, his fingers stroking the voluptuous texture of her breasts. He rubbed and kneaded them, forcing the nipples that had begun to retract to swell again, elongating and drawing the areola up tight and wrinkled.
"When ... will you ... get back?" she asked her husband.
"I can't really tell yet ... probably sometime tomorrow morning, maybe, " Ed guessed.
Her lover's hands moved down over her smooth stomach and over the gentle curves of her thighs, then to her buttocks which he cupped in his long fingers, massaging the half-moons with a gentle, lifting, pinching motion. Finally, his searching hands found her crotch, an extended finger dipping into the canopy of her clitoris, teasing it, also, to erectness, once again.
Susan could not concentrate and she felt the surge of sensation that balled itself and aroused her crotch where Hank's finger stroked the delicate tissues of her femaleness. She covered the mouthpiece of the telephone, turned to him and pleaded, "Hank ... for god's sakes ... please."
"You'll let me know, darling . . . ?" she said into the phone.
Hank eased her body over the table on which the phone sat until her arms rested upon it and her body arched back toward him for easy access to her genitals from the rear. Reaching down and guiding his hardened cock with his hand, he began to insert the bulbous head into the viscous moistness of her velvet lined cunt. An involuntary cry escaped her as he entered.
"What's wrong, Susan?" her husband boomed through the receiver.
"I ... think that .... something boiled over on the stove," she replied, trying to cover herself.
Hank's long, hard penis entered her vaginal cavern, and her hips responded instinctively, taking all of him, writhing with the pleasure of being full of his throbbing maleness. Her thoughts made her feeling even stronger as she contemplated the perverse thrill of being fucked by one man as she spoke to her husband over the telephone. There was something wicked and exciting about this and the sexual pleasure she felt inside soared.
I wonder ... if I could ever let myself find out what it would be like to fuck another man ... with Ed watching, she thought to herself.
It was as if Susan had been totally unaware of what Ed had been saying for the last several moments, her concentration was fixed on the tingle in her crotch as Sam pumped in and out of her with strong, deep pulsating strokes.
She started slightly as Ed's voice came over the line and said, "I'd ... better let you go take care of that mess on the stove. I'll call and let you know when I'm starting back."
"O.K. honey. Don't be too long," she murmured.
As she placed the receiver in place, Hank's immense cock drove into her with even stronger force, making its way to the depths of her flaming cunt. She gasped and felt that she couldn't wait too much longer ... her orgasm was near. Her breathing in- creased and came hard and quick. Her body sank and she hovered on the carpeted floor balanced on her hands and knees, Hank following her, making sure that his prick did not slip out for an instant as he plunged in and out vigorously.
He felt the feverish excitement of approaching ejaculation. His hands gripped? Susan's hips and the muscles of his arms strained to pull her body back toward him as the driving force of his body increased, slamming the rock-hard meat of his rod even deeper and longer into her receptive opening. He could feel the semen welling up in his swollen testicles, eager to shoot through him, the pleasurable pain of his excruciating need to come becoming more acute, burning like acid at the base of his prick.
Thrusting her hips back at him, Susan fucked with wild abandon, her loins aflame with passion. She felt her body stinging with the need to burst; She was wild with desire to come ... wanting it ... needing it now.
"More ... hard ... fuck me ... fuck me ... I'm ready to come!" she moaned, her voice trembling.
"Help me, baby ... fuck me back," Hank hissed, sweat pouring down his back.
Susan leaned back against his body, responding to his thrusts with a slithering, backward movement, taking all of him into her fiery cunt and feeling the rubbery, blood-engorged head as it nuzzled her uterus. She became a rocket which was racing through the sky to some distant planet; suddenly, it was as though there has been an explosion and she was being hurled downward in space. She could feel the orgasm as her body once again made contact with earth. It was as if Hank's cock had become the rocket and her cunt the pathway to outer space. Her body shook and convulsed as wave and wave of orgasm sensations came over her.
"OOOhhh mmmyyy gggooodd!" she screamed.
"Illiimmmmm CCuuuummmmiinnggg!"
Surging into her for several more piston-like thrusts, Hank plundered her, as he, too, began to feel it begin for him, deep in his balls. His testicles exploded, and the white, hot, viscous semen spewed from him in deep jets into the soft, wet channel of her pussy. He was drained from the thrusting activity but as his stiff prick remained in her cavity, his spasms continued for several moments, the sensations electric and full. Finally, he collapsed with a loud, sighing moan, his body weight pinning her back flat on her stomach amidst the rich, thick-pile of her living room carpet.
A few minutes passed before Susan Reynolds was able to stir.
"I wasn't sure that I could do it," she said.
"What're you talking about ... do what?" Hank asked, reviving somewhat.
"Well ... fuck while ... I was talking to Ed on the telephone," she replied. "It seemed ... so ... so wicked."
"Oh, hell ... you know better than that," he responded dryly.
"You're not going to leave now?" she asked.
"No ... I'll call Julie," he added, shifting his body slightly.
"Do you think that she suspects," Susan asked, curious.
"Oh, probably. It wouldn't really matter. She's got her own habits and hang-ups," he answered, a trace of anger evident in his voice.
"Hank ... ? " Susan purred.
."What... now?" He was suspicious.
"What are we going to do? When are we going to be able to be together ... for good?" Susan knew she shouldn't be bringing this up again now.
"After the merger," he answered. "You know I can't take any chances until the deal is complete ... any gossip or scandal could kill the whole thing." How many times had he repeated this to her!
"I've thought of a way that will force Ed to agree to a divorce ..." she said. "I'm going to ..."
"Not now ... tell me later!" he said, pulling his shrinking penis out of her and standing up in front of her. His eyes gazed at her cloven cunt and the gleaming crops of creamy semen he had injected there.
"I'm hungry," he said, reaching over and helping her to her feet.
She held her hands between her legs, preventing her opening from dripping and hovered toward the large bedroom down the hall.
Hesitating before she entered the bedroom, she turned her head and smiling, remonstrated, "Men are alike. The only two things you ever think about are eating ... and fucking!"
Hank's eyes had followed her shapely body as it meandered down the hallway. Turning to the terrace door, he opened it and stepped onto the roof garden, ignoring his own nudity. He walked to the edge of the roof and peered out toward the terrace below in the building opposite. His eyes searched the area but the sexy beauty was gone, and the terrace deserted.
"Damn it!" he cussed to himself. "She's gone!"
Irritated that this little piece was no longer on display, he grabbed his swim trunks and made his way toward the guest bathroom for a refreshing shower. He had decided that this was going to be one of those sex-filled days with Susan. He was eager at the prospect, but this new girl he had seen kept gnawing at his thoughts.
Susan's quite a gal ... but ... that black haired beauty. I wonder . . . ? What was that name Susan had told him? Alice ... Alice Martin. Yes, that was it! And her husband works for good old Ed Reynolds . . . hmm. What a lovely woman! Yes, she is sure a beautiful woman!
Alice Martin stared down at the disfiguring, ugly, blue and purple bruises on her smooth flesh. She rubbed lotion into her bare swollen breasts distinctly aware of the soreness in them. Her smooth flesh ached where Frank had pulled and dug his fingers into her ... the night before.
She did not want to think about or remember last night. It was just another of so many they had spent together during their short marriage.
Pulling herself up, she pushed down her thoughts and reaching over, stripped off her bikini bottoms. Her body glistened from the suntan lotion she had caressingly applied, and she laid back down on the thick towel to absorb the morning sun. Her thoughts were clouded with ugly memories again and she couldn't force them back.
Her unhappy reverie was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door buzzer. She jumped up, reached for but dropped her bikini top, and ran inside throwing on her bathrobe instead. Pulling the cloth garment tight around her with the belt, she hurried toward the insistent buzz and unlocking the latch, threw open the door.
"Mrs. Martin?" a stout, hairy man in work clothes inquired.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Martin," she replied.
"We're from the Plaze Mall delivery service," he said directly, but his eyes lingered hungrily over the mounds of her breasts which fell loosely in her robe.
"Oh, yes ... the new console we're expecting," she said. "Please bring it right in here ..."
He disappeared for a few moments but soon returned, easing the new purchase through the opened door with the assistance of a trim young man with long dark hair and a curled mustache. They set the large unit down in the center of the room and began carrying out the smaller TV set which Alice had turned in as a trade. Placing the old set down in the hall, the younger of the two men mumbled, "Did you get a look at the size of those tits?" The older man grunted and added, "She's not even wearing a bra!"
"How can you be sure?" the young boy asked.
"C'mon, I'll prove it to you," the other laughed.
They re-entered the apartment and found Alice standing next to the new console rubbing her hand along the smooth wood finish.
"Where would you like to put it?" the older man asked.
"In that corner over there," Alice replied, with a feeling of great satisfaction.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, as the two men lifted the console into the corner.
The young head full of hair fixed his gaze toward her and his eyes burned through her robe as Alice suddenly realized that he was trying to mentally undress her. She suddenly turned away from him, tightening the belt of her robe, angry that he was behaving so boldly here in the middle of her own living room.
He continued to stare at her as the older man worked with the instruments and adjusted the fuzzy images that began to appear on the screen. In a few moments the TV screen glowed with a perfect picture and turning it off, the man's finger adjusted another knob and the room was filled with loud, palpitating rock music.
"Well ... how do you like this?" the delivery man asked, grinning.
"It ... it works fine ... I'm delighted!" Alice responded. She felt uncomfortable and was anxious for them to leave.
"All you have to do is just sign .. . here ... for the delivery and it's all yours," he said, lifting up a delivery receipt attached to a clip-board toward her.
She reached out for it with her hand but before it was securely in her grasp, he let it fall to the ground. Spontaneously, Alice leaned forward to grab hold of it, embarrassed at her clumsiness. The pressure on her belt increased and her robe suddenly fell back to her sides, exposing her nude body to the two men. They drank in the vision of her full, rounded breasts and the mound of black curly hair at the apex of her legs. Alice flushed and gasped, feeling that she had been duped. Gathering her robe around her again, she straightened and stood back before them.
"How clumsy ... of me," she uttered, turning to avoid the lusting stares of the workmen in front of her.
The older man leaned over and stooping to pick up the receipt and the clip-board said, "Sorry ... it must have slipped out of my ..."
Alice carefully took the document from his hand and walking back, sat slowly and methodically down onto the sofa, the men watching her every move. She quickly signed the sheet and led them quickly to the front door.
After they had left, Alice was aware that her face flushed red and felt hot and that her heart was pounding. Yes, she was irritated that these two strange men had seen her nudity but another sensation mingled with her shame. She could not understand or explain this new feeling to herself. It was a feeling if desire ... of hunger ... of desire. What could it be? Had she actually partly enjoyed having a man admire her body? Was it that she wanted a man to be affected by seeing her body? That couldn't be possible .. . Why would she want that? But, once again, the slight tingling sensation that she had felt when she first became aware of the strange eyes on her body ran through her ... a shiver that ran up and down her spine and gave her a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and a slight electrical charge in her loins. She tried to shake off this strange, new feeling but she was flooded with a warm, pleasurable flash.
Finally regaining her composure, Alice walked to the console and emphatically flicked off the radio dial. Are all men the same? she wondered. Always staring ... always trying to see through your clothes ... or up your dress. It's disgusting! Do they ever think of anything else but sex? They're just like Frank. Frank always wants it . . . he's always after me ... wanting to see and use my body ... whenever he wants it! Why couldn't he just make love to me tenderly ... once ... make me enjoy it ... make me want it as much as he does. What would it be like to have a" climax with him ... to share it with him ... if only he would love me ... a little.
Her face was wet and tears rolled down her cheeks as she sank bown into a chair and buried her face in her hands. She looked up, and as she stared at the new console a series of fleeting thoughts rushed before her.
That young delivery man ... with the long hair. His gaze had been so penetrating ... so hard ... so intense! No man has ever seen my body before ... except Frank ... and the doctor ... but a total stranger ... and his eyes were so hungry. I'm so ashamed ... but... I wonder ... his stare ... his desire . . . would some other man treat me differently ... would someone ... like the delivery man ... be different than Frank ...
Alice was appalled! What was she thinking about? What was the matter with her? She was Mrs. Frank Martin ... a married woman ... the wife of another man. She had taken the sacred vow of marriage! How could she even consider breaking her holy vows ... the sacred marital vows that she had looked forward to repeating for so many years! She was a married woman ... irrevocably married ... and it was a breach of the commandments for her ... for any married woman to think of having carnal relations with another man.
What is the matter with me! My god, what am I thinking about! It's impossible. I don't understand ... what's wrong with me. I must be going ... off the deep end.
Alice shrugged all these gnawing thoughts from her mind and walked into the bathroom, washing the dried tears from her face. As she patted her face dry with a towel, another dark cloud came over her. What am I going to say to Frank about the new console sitting in the living room?
CHAPTER THREE
Frank Martin rubbed his aching eyes, reflecting how good his usual drink at the end of the day on his way home would taste this evening. He had just finished up the last pressing chore on his desk, dictating a final note for his secretary to send out the next morning. He looked up and out over the long rows of grey desks lined up around him and felt a clawing sense of frustration and constraint.
Jesus, I'm tired! he thought. There's certainly good reason for it though ... I've been at it all day. Damn it, anyway! I'm probably the hardest working broker in this office and it doesn't get me anywhere. Nobody seems to notice or care in the least. I really should demand a promotion ... but it would only be a waste of time and effort. We're all stuck in our places for the time being ... at least until the board decides to expand and open some new managerial positions. If I could only convince Reynolds that we need another supervisor for the suburban office ... if only he would listen to me ... he needs someone there and I'm just the man for the job ... But, damn it ... he'll never give in ... and here I sit... waiting ... and working my ass off.
Bitterly, he read the name and title on the door of the glass enclosed office in front of him: E. J. Reynolds, Regional Manager.
How many times I've dreamed of seeing my name up there, he mused. And how pleased I was to get that offer bringing me in to this office as an executive. I thought all my troubles were over ... and now I feel as if I'm locked in a cage ... a cage of desks, windows, people, and paper! What I really want to do is to break out of here ... and have an office of my own with wood-paneled walls and carpeting on the floor ... complete with a bar and a sexy private secretary for my very own. Hell! There's no doubt in my mind ... I'd be a great manager. I could run circles around those old bastards who Reynolds has so much faith in. So what if they've been around the firm for so many years ... they're behind the times. We need fresh blood! And besides, I've got to make more money ... a hell of a lot more! My payments seem to get worse every month ... I can't meet them all now and feel as if my head can't stay above water! Christ, how am I ever going to get those damn things paid off!
Disgust welled up inside of him as he grabbed his jacket and made his way through the maze of desks and office equipment to the outer door and the hallway which led to the parking lot. He inserted his key into the bright colored sports model and wearily climbed into the driver's seat. Even this car had been a compromise and less than he had wanted and planned to have. He had wanted to buy the larger model which was fully equipped and had a stronger engine and a cleaner-looking body. But Alice had said no, insisting that they be more careful. She had won the argument, and they had settled for the less expensive model. Now, it was costing him even more money because it couldn't hold up to all the driving he was doing and was constantly in the repair shop. He doubted that it would last until all the remaining payments had been made and the car belonged to him. I won't be able to get a dime for this tin jalopy when I turn it in and I'm stuck with this thing for the time being, at least till I can somehow get some of my damn bills paid off!
He turned on the ignition and started backing the car out of his assigned space in the lot behind the building where he seemed to spend most of his waking hours. He groaned to himself in disgust as he drove through the exit staring at the concrete and glass structure which he wanted to conquer. The building never failed to evoke a strained response within him. Was he ever going to get promoted? When would he get anywhere in this rat race? If only he could figure some way out of this mess!
Frank drove down to the entertainment district and parked near one of his favorite cocktail lounges, a place where he often stopped on his way home for a drink or two and some idle chatter with whoever might be sitting at the bar. Going in, he sat down at the thickly padded bar and ordered a dry martini, straight up. The bartender nodded and flashed a smile of greeting. In an instant, the bartender placed the clear liquid in front of Frank, mixed just the way he knew Frank liked them. Frank lifted the glass and sipped. It was perfect!
"That's great... just right," he exclaimed.
The bartender grinned. "How're ya doin', Mr. Martin?"
"It's been a long day," Frank responded.
Slowly looking about Frank's eyes became accustomed to the dimly lit room. He waved at some of the other customers who he recognized and often ran into when he was out drinking at the end of the day.
His eyes suddenly fixed on a booth on his right side. Seated there was a woman, alone. Her strikingly beautiful face and figure attracted and held his attention. The smooth, long-tapering expanse of smooth thigh exposed below her mini-dress invited his gaze.. The woman raised one leg and her dress hiked up as she crossed her legs seductively. He examined her carefully in an effort to confirm his first impression. Phenomenal! he thought. His eyes slowly moved upward to study her exquisite face, a creamy, almost translucent complexion shaped with rich, thick auburn hair cropped closely. Catching his stare, her eyes twinkled and she stared back, boldly, flashing a smile of amused surprise. He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided that she was definitely vaguely familiar to him. He tried to remember where they might have met and who she might possibly be. He gestured for a refill and searched his memory as his fingers stroked the clear moist cocktail glass held firmly in his grasp.
Her eyes continued to stare at him. She finally smiled and raising her glass, signaled him to join her with an inviting smile. Her deep, hypnotic, catlike green eyes compelled him. Rising silently, Frank carried his drink away from the bar and approached her booth. He placed his drink down on the table and smiling at her, said, "I'm Frank Martin."
She smiled again, "Oh, yes ... I know. You've been at the Country Club haven't you ... last weekend, I think?"
"What a memory ... you have," he responded still unable to recall what her name was. He lifted his drink and emptied it, wondering what new adventure he might have accidentally run into.
"I'm Julie . . . Julie Rollins," she offered. "Why don't you join me ... and have another drink? " "My pleasure," he beamed.
Sliding down into the booth opposite from her, Frank noticed that she had a glazed look in her eyes suggesting that she had had many more martinis than he. He also noted that she was even better looking than he had observed at a distance. Her breasts swelled out with an intriguing uplift against the thin fabric of her scanty dress. The cleft between her smooth full orbs was invitingly displayed. The tracery of blue veins visible under translucent skin made him eager to touch her ... to capture the touch of her skin in his hands. The air was filled with the odor of her heavy perfume and it permeated his nostrils.
"It's not really much fun to drink alone," she offered.
"I'm with you on that," he responded. "What're you drinking?"
"A martini, very, very dry," Julie answered, holding up her empty cocktail glass.
Frank beckoned the waitress and ordered two more. As they sat waiting for the drinks to arrive he noticed that she had a pointed, compelling face, bright and flaming eyes, and a beguiling expression that blatantly searched for excitement and pleasure. Her face was gaunt, almost too thin, and he wondered what proportion of food she ate compared to her consumption of alcohol. His thoughts were answered a few seconds later when their martinis were delivered. She quickly lifted her glass, almost automatically, and took a large gulp ... not savoring the taste or the bouquet, not really enjoying it, but, merely ingesting the liquid for the sake of getting the alcohol into her bloodstream.
"You know, I've been sitting here for almost an hour," she revealed.
Frank had noticed a diamond wedding band and a companion engagement ring on her finger. He ventured, "For your husband?"
"Oh, Christ, no!" she pronounced vehemently.
"I'm sorry it... if I said the ... wrong thing," he began.
"Don't worry about it ... it's not your problem," she interrupted, her voice softer as she leaned over and patted his arm. "O.K." was all he could reply.
"I'm not really bitchy," she said, "and that was bitch behavior."
"Well, I promise not to be so nosey," he replied, his lips parting to reveal his infectious grin.
"You're fun," she said. "Are you always so much...?"
"So much ... what?" he asked.
"So much ... fun ... to be with ... you know?" she explained, a strange, veiled expression on her face.
Frank suddenly felt her knee, under the table, as she moved it in an obvious gesture against the inside of his knee. She rocked it against him in slow up and down movements. His nerves tingled and small explosions shot through his body. First, there was a strong charge in his mid-section, followed by a contracting spasm in the muscles of his scrotum as it pulled his balls up against his body, communicating immediate readiness for sexual encounter. His blood quickened and was trapped tumescent, throbbingly, forcing his prick to alert, erect attention.
"Are you interested in some fun and ... games," he asked, pointedly. "I'm pretty good at them."
Her reply was quick, anxious, "I'm ready for all kinds of games ... all kinds ... especially if they don't have strict rules." Her voice was deep ... sexy and suggestive.
He was curious as to what kind of games she played. Desire was alive in her eyes. He tightened his expression and stared intently into her burning green eyes, leaning closely over the table. He moved her arm and placed his hand over hers.
"How . .. many players?" he asked, pensively. Her reply was candid, direct and without hesitation, "Two!"
She suddenly frowned and her eyes moved beyond Frank's shoulders. Her eyes flickered and were obviously distracted.
"Listen, honey ..." she spoke quickly, nervously. "The guy ... I've been waiting for ... is here. Call me ... I'm in the phone book. Mrs. Hank Rollins ... I'll be expecting your call."
"For some fun ... and games ... ?" he flashed.
"For two ... with no rules!" she affirmed, completing her reply just as Frank realized that another man had approached and was standing alongside their booth. She pressed her knee firmly into his with a final nudge and turned to the stranger.
"Well, hi Bernie," she said, switching her attention. "Bernie, darling ... this is ... Frank ..."
Frank began to rise, but quickly sank into his seat again; his deflating erection was still obvious. He extended his hand out to pretend cordiality to the tight-jawed, successful-looking older man of medium height who stood before them. The other accepted the introductions with feigned joviality. Frank exchanged small talk with him for a few moments. Julie left her seat and prepared to leave.
"Thank you so much for the drink ... and for keeping me company while I was waiting," she smiled, innocently.
Julie was sugary sweet. The desperate sexuality in her had vanished. A switch had occurred and she was now Julie Rollins, a lady. Her manners and aplomb, as she played the socialite, was unquestionable. Her transformation was incredible. She gave a virtuoso performance. His erection totally deflated, he was able to rise-it was safe now-and he said his farewell like the perfect gentleman.
Julie made her way through the table, towards the door, with Bernie trailing directly behind her. Frank sank back down in his seat watching their exit.
Julie's performance took on new heights. He could only detect the slightest trace of a weave in her graceful step, belying all the martinis she had consumed. Her curvaceous body rippled through her soft garments, silent flesh advertising its sexuality, free from confining elastic restrictions. Her slip, long and proportioned legs were exposed above the knees. She kept her back straight and held her head proud and erect. She could have been a famous personality--a glamorous magazine model or movie star-making a practiced exit with cameras all about, and Frank noticed that her figure, her walk and bearing caused many heads in the bar to turn and watch her. She reached the door and was gone. The performance was over.
My, god, what a woman: he thought. And she was actually propositioning me ... Julie Rollins. Julie Rollins? I'll be damned! Mrs. Hank Rollins ... the socialite wife of the advertising millionaire picking me up right here! Will I be sure to look her up! I bet she knows all the games I can play best ... and she's even looking for a new playmate.
His pleasant thoughts were suddenly interrupted. In front of him stood Roger Boyer, wobbling on unsteady legs, his red face and swollen eyeballs more flushed than usual. He held a near empty drink in his hand and his words ran together as he tried to speak.
"Forget it, Frank ... you'll never score with that one," he said, knowingly.
Frank looked up at the Assistant Director of Rolling Meadow Golf Club and he pretended confusion, ignorance.
"What are you talking about?" he began.
"I'm talking about Julie Rollins ... and you'll never get into that tight little cunt," he replied directly.
"Oh ... how ... what do you mean?" Frank was caught off guard.
Boyer leaned over to the table, his voice close to Frank's ear, "She's nothing ... but a prick teaser," he leered. "I'd thought you'd like to know ... so you wouldn't waste any time ... or money on her, that's all!"
"So you couldn't make it with her, eh?" Frank leered.
Frank realized too late that this was the wrong thing to say to the drunk man standing before him, as he noticed his effect on Boyer's face.
The latter turned scarlet as anger, an insult to his virility, a stab at his pride, a put down of his manhood, anger showed itself all over his face.
"Listen . . . you," he stammered. "If I ever would've wanted that ... I could have her by snapping my fingers. She'd come running ... and jump into my bed! That whore's a pushover ... just like all cunts!" His speech was muddled and he was dazed with drink.
"Sure ... sure ... I know. You can have any piece you want," Frank soothed.
"Damn right," the drunk replied victoriously. He took a long breath and peering intently said, slowly, "Oh ... hey ... you've been accepted into the club ... you're a-member now. So ... there's the little detail of your membership fee. You'll have to cough up a hundred and fifty dollars with your acceptance form as part of your first payment."
Frank was delighted, initially, but his pleasure was short lived. He saw his bank balance dance in front of him and realized that he didn't even have the required portion of the first payment for membership in the club he wanted so badly to join.
He remained calm and composed and replied quickly. "That's great ... I'll mail it right in ... no problem."
"That's fine," Boyer replied. "If we don't receive back the acceptance within ten days we figure there's no interest ... or money and cancel the application."
"Well, don't worry about me. You'll have it in a day or two," Frank emphasized, rising from his seat. "Guess, I'll be seeing you at the club ...
Anger stormed inside him, but he somehow managed to contain it as he made his way silently out of the cocktail lounge. All he could think of was how satisfying it would be to shove his fist into Roger Boyer's lewd, foul, flushed, drunken face.
He relaxed once behind the wheel of his car and his thoughts returned to Julie Rollins, as he made his way to the new apartment development which sat three miles from Rolling Meadow Golf Club.
Here I've met a gorgeous hunk like Julie and I've got no money to make things right. Women in her bracket cost plenty to get into her. Drinks ... dinner ... plush motels ... she may even expect some nifty trinkets. If I could only set it up at her place ... that would be perfect. But ... her husband ... what if he came walking in on us ... Oh, how I want to get into her cunt ... and no rules, she said ... I wonder . . . she might even like fellatio . . . and it's been so long since someone has sucked my cock!
The first time came vividly back to him. He was a camp counselor during the summer while he attended high school. Across the lake was a camp for girls and he had fallen in love, or so he had thought, with one of the female counselors. They had met each night and had spent all their free time together. She was quite experienced and had introduced him to many pleasurable new experiences.
He remembered how firm and well-set her small but shapely breasts had been and how often he had held them in his hands. He had naturally progressed down to that mysterious region between her legs where the mystery of female sexuality was located. Eventually, she had allowed him to explore this unknown area and under her direction, he had masturbated her to orgasm. He vividly recalled how painful his erection felt as his throbbing penis tried to push forth from his jeans. She had made it perfectly clear that they would never go all the way, yet his need and desire increased each time they were together. It was as if Frank was there, again, on the shore of the lake, massaging her clitoris with his finger.
"Oh, God, Frank! I can feel it ... I'm starting to cum! Oh, more . . . more . . . harder . . . faster! OOOOoohh gggoooddd! Mmmmmm Cuuuummmmm-iinnnggg ... I'm CCCuuuuuuuuuummmmiiinnnggg!"
He was worried that someone might hear her hysterical moaning and his hand and finger was tired. He was afraid that they might be caught and that he would lose his job. "SSSssshhh," he whispered. "We have to keep quiet or we'll be caught."
"I don't care ... it feels so good ... it was fantastic, Frank," she sighed contentedly.
Frank's cock throbbed with desire and his body shook with readiness and they lay nestled in one another's arms.
She suddenly raised her arm and her hand moved down between his legs.
"Well . . . now it's your turn!" she stated, as her hand searched in the moonlight for the buttons of his fly.
"How are you . .. going to do it?" he whispered, anxiously.
"I'll show you a new way," she said. "A way I'm sure you'll enjoy!" Frank leaned over and helped her with the but- tons, and he slid down his trousers as she reached inside to grasp his hot, throbbing penis. She brought it out of his underpants and held it tightly in her sweaty hand.
He shuddered with a slight twinge of pain, as she manipulated the foreskin back, exposing the red, blood-engorged head. He could hardly control himself as he felt her fingers moving deftly over his cock and working their way down into his balls. She began massaging the length of his penis with her hand, moving up and down with slow, even, deliberate strokes.
Suddenly, she hunched her body and brought her face down to his loins. She touched him with her face and he felt her tongue running over his rod. The hot moistness of her honeyed mouth was spread over his cock and soon her smooth lips were caressing it. It suddenly came to him in a flash. He realized what she was going to do!
His body convulsed with the first thought of his knowledge of what she intended. Vibrant currents shot through him; his head reeled and he felt dizzy. The sensations in his cock were more than he could stand, yet they became more and more intense. Her head was buried between his legs and he could no longer see it in the darkness.
She had moved her body and was kneeling on the ground between his legs. Frank, instinctively, moved his hips forward and arched his body in order to give her free access to his lust-hardened cock. She held his prick in her hands and covering it with her mouth slowly inserted it between her lips. She began to suck in regular even beats. Up and sown, slowly, ever so slowly, her head and body began to rock in rhythm to her sucking motion. As she reached the top of the up-stroke, she gave her head a slight twist, her tongue laving him, as the moist, rubbery head alone remained enclosed in her mouth.
Then, on the down-stroke, her active wet lips slid back and over the shaft, taking most of his organ all the way back into her throat cavity.
He was at the bursting point and felt he had lost all control. He felt the tingling of exquisite torture as she began to suck harder, increasing gradually the rhythm of her motions. She was, indeed experienced, and it was as if she sensed the exact motion and rhythm needed, and Frank felt that his penis was expanding in length and circumference, even though he had decided that he was well beyond the longest erection he had ever had. Occasionally, she would hesitate and allow her teeth to scrape the full length of his extended phallus. The sensations raced through him, burning in his balls and producing a searing, electric jolt at the base of his penis. It was almost as if he was on fire and he knew that it was the pressure of the semen, surging for release as he thrust his hips up at her, countering her deliberate movements.
He squinted in an effort to find her face ... to see the movement of her mouth on his stiffened rod. He could barely make out the thick, rounded staff on the upward, twisting movement of her head, then, as her head moved down on him, he saw and felt that his whole penis was absorbed into her mouth and throat. It seemed impossible to him and he reached down to put his fingers around the base of his cock just as her mouth arrived there. He could feel the moistness and smoothness of her puckered lips against his thumb and forefinger. It was true ... she was taking all of him!
It felt fantastic! It was marvelous! He moaned with the sensuous agony of nearing climax, of jetting ejaculation and contracted relief. His body was covered with sweat and his throat felt dry and raspy like sandpaper. His mouth moved up and down, making inarticulate and inaudible animal sounds and gestures.
His penis felt like a balloon, growing larger and expanding as it flies higher into the air and he senses that like a balloon he would eventually burst. He was ready to explode! he gasped aloud- at the thought. What would happen when he began spewing? What would she do? He didn't know what would happen, but he could no longer think about it. He was almost there! His body rocked back and forth as his hips lunged forward, thrusting his cock up at her face. It was almost time ... he was just about there. The powerful pumping sensations had started in the root, somewhere near his rectum. Now ... almost. He was so close ... he could feel it. Now!
Firecrackers burst in his brains. A screeching wild animal cry escaped from his tortured lungs and throat, as he felt the hot stream of semen jet from his balls along the length of his cock in a rushing stream, bursting from him in a spewing tide into her moist and eager mouth. She swallowed the white, viscous fluid ... all of it. He could even hear her desperately gulping the semen down her throat as she struggled to take it all in. She continued sucking until every last drop of his hot, sweet semen had been emptied from the now deflating head of his prick. She nuzzled and licked gently, as he gave a final moan and fell back onto the ground. She remained for a few moments on her knees before him, his cock resting in her mouth. Slowly, she shifted her body and freed his deflating cock from her wet mouth. She rose and leaning over him with her lips glistening, kissed him deeply and fully on the mouth. He could taste his pungent semen in her sweet lips and in the cavity of her mouth.
"Jesus," he sighed. "You sucked me dry!"
"How did you like it... ?" she queried.
"That's the most ... greatest ... there's nothing like it," he fumbled.
"I knew you would," she replied, triumphantly.
The summer passed too quickly. They had several evenings like this one and she taught Frank that he could send her to explosive heights of sexual pleasure with his tongue. She never failed to have multiple orgasms.
Two summers had passed this way before Frank discovered that he was not the only boy in her life. Her talents had spread themselves over the cocks of all the boys in her small town. Frank was shocked at the realization that her lips had sucked so many other cocks and that she was full of the semen of others.
His car approached the apartment development, and his thoughts naturally turned to his wife, Alice. Frank did love her, sincerely, but he was so confused about their sex life together. There was something missing. He knew it, however, he couldn't figure out how to remedy the situation.
Alice is such a cold, dull type when it comes to sex, .he thought. No matter what, I can't get any kind of a passionate response from her. There always seems to be some dumb excuse ... I really want to make love to her ... love without restrictions ... but she won't let me. So, it's always the same old story ... I end up practically having to rape her ... to get any sex at all ... and I'm so frustrated that I drink too much most of the time and treat her like some wild animal. The routine never seems to change ... it's a vicious circle ... and I'd really like to fuck her ... every possible way ... but, no, she won't let me ... and we always have to limit it to the same old way ... and that's not even very often ... not often enough for me. Jesus! Alice's got everything going for her ... a gorgeous, sexy body that should be eager for love ... and yet, she refuses to give in and share it with me.
I've got to do something about all this! Damn it, I don't want to feel like I've got to get it somewhere else ... but I'm just not satisfied. Alice is not giving me enough. No matter what Roger Boyer says ... I bet that Julie Rollins is ready to fly ... and readily available! And she likes to play without any rules ... Damn it, anyway! I want to get into her ... and I'm going to call her up and make it ... yes, I'm going to do it!
As soon as he opened the front door, Frank noticed the new console resting in the corner of the living room. Alice greeted him with an unusually warm kiss, but it was, of course, lost on him in his teeming fury.
"What the hell is this, Alice! I've told you a hundred times we're in no position to buy anything like this now!" he yelled.
"But..." she began.
"But nothing," he interrupted. "We've finally been accepted into the Golf Club and I have to come up with one hundred and fifty dollars that I don't have and now ... this ... !"
Alice had tried to anticipate his anger and she had prepared one of his favorite dishes for dinner. She had put on one of her best outfits and had a pitcher of martinis all ready to serve.
"But Frank ... we can manage, I'm sure ... I can help with the bills ... I'll help pay for the console and the club by getting a job. I'll go back to work, maybe only part-time ... for a while . . . and our worries will be over ..." Alice tried to be convincing.
"You know I don't like the idea of my wife working," he glared. "We've been through this before. No wife of mine is going to have to work and that's it!"
He eagerly finished the martini which she handed him. the arguing continued. The dinner remained in the oven and dried out as they continued to shout but the martini pitcher was soon empty. Alice finally tossed the burned food into the trash and they sank back onto the sofa with the clor rectangle glowing before them. Frank was flushed and could not make out a clear image. He persisted that she was not going to work but she continued to insist that it was their only solution. He finally shrugged his shoulders and gave in defeated ... and exasperated.
"O.K., O.K.! Have it your way! Go back to work! Only, shut up about it. I've heard enough about it!" he yelled.
He rose, unsteadily, and wobbled over to the console, silencing it for the night. "Let's go," he ordered. "I want to fuck you ... at least you're one thing I've got that is all paid for!"
"You don't have to talk to me that way," she quipped.
"I'll talk to you any way I please!" he snapped.
"Why don't you go into the bathroom and take a shower? You've had too much to drink."
"The only thing I need now is a piece of ass! I'm horny ... and there's only one way of curing that!"
Alice shrank back and he picked up the remains of the martini pitcher and hobbled toward the bedroom. "C'mon, we're goin to bed!" he ordered again.
Going into the bathroom, Alice slipped into the shower, taking her time, in hopes that after a while Frank might fall asleep. After drying herself, she discovered that she had forgotten to bring in her nightgown; it was hanging in the closet of their bedroom. Draping a towel around her she quietly stepped into the bedroom and headed for the closet.
"C'mere!" he shouted. Frank was lying on the bed, all his clothes removed, his hardened penis waving above him. She stared at it as she passed the bed. It was immense and frightening ... as always.
"I have to put on my nightgown," she mumbled.
"What the hell for!" he snapped. "You don't need it!"
"Please, Frank ... you're drunk!" she exclaimed.
He jumped up from the beef quickly, tearing the towel away from her, exposing her total nakedness and grabbed her in his strong, masculine arms.
"I'm not so drunk that ... I can't fuck you," he rasped into her ear.
"Please, Frank . . . you're hurting me . . . let me go!" she pleaded, turning away her head to avoid his hot, alcohol soaked mouth. "You're my husband ... you're supposed to make gentle ... tender ... soothing love to me."
"Don't tell me what fm supposed to do! I'm supposed to fuck you ... because that's what I want to do, so get into that bed!" His face was flushed and his penis ached with desire.
The usual nightmare once again began for Alice. Frank was not to be put off. He took her, brutally.
He forced her to the bed and shoved her down upon it, flinging himself on top of her, pinning her body to the soft mattress. Then, he clawed and mauled her breasts with his strong hands, bruising the tender flesh of her body, causing her to wince in pain. Now, he concentrated on her nipples ... biting and sucking them as his hands and fingers continued to knead and pinch her. The nipples came alive in his mouth, hardening and extending, as she was involuntarily aroused. Once again, she felt the tiny current of sensation charge in her loins.
Frank's clumsy fingers fumbled with her clitoris, succeeding only in causing her some irritation; finally, in oblivious, passionate, silent fury and confusion, he had plunged his immense, erect cock into her dry and protesting vagina, humping her as he would a cheap whore, not interested in whether she was aroused ... enjoying it ... experiencing a climax or not. His body was a machine, fucking away at her, tearing in and out of her vagina with complete abandon, ignoring her pleas and her cries of pain, intent only on his own perverse sexual satisfaction and driving forward to a spewing orgasmic release, almost as completely mechanical as one administered by hand.
It was finally all over. Grunting his satisfaction, he rolled over on his side and fell deeply asleep, immediately, leaving his wife in pain and frustration. As usual, there had been no pleasure in it for her; he had not made an effort to share this with her and she had not been an active part of their sexual encounter. He had merely used her as a receptacle for his sperm ... filling her cunt with his semen ... and falling into a heavy, drunken sleep.
Alice covered her pillow with tears, pouring out her misery and frustration. Her body was racked with pain and she felt it was- almost more than she could bear. She reflected on the tiny glow of arousal which she had felt, again, and wondered if that tiny spark of sexual desire would ever be fanned into a roaring flame. She believed that she was capable of a deep and complete sex life ... but wondered if it would ever truly begin for her ...
As she drifted off into a restless, disturbed sleep, one happy thought passed before her. The next day ... that very morning ... she would begin looking for a job, again. She was confident of her skills and knew that she could handle business responsibilities. She didn't want to get trapped inside a bank all day and decided she would try to get a job in a more exciting, glamorous office ...
CHAPTER FOUR
Alice scanned the paper each morning and searched diligently for a job, following up even the slimmest of leads. She visited a number of employment agencies and finally, she was given an interview with Rollins and Associates, She sat waiting for over an hour before being ushered into the formidable private office of Hank Rollins, senior partner.
Hank had been overjoyed--it couldn't be true that here she was. He was sure that luck was with him when he read the name on the application form which the employment agency had forwarded to him. She had to be the same beauty who he had observed that day from Susan's penthouse roof sun bathing in the nude on the small terrace across the way. He had rushed through the consultation with the clients who were then in his office but they had been demanding and taken more time than he had wanted. It had been difficult for him to concentrate, with the knowledge that Alice Martin sat outside waiting to meet him and interview for a job with his firm! He had already decided that he would hire the luscious white beauty with cascading black hair as his own assistant!
The tall executive looked her over carefully as she sat in front of his desk in a high-fashion tailored dress. Her mini-length skirt revealed a firm nylon-clad thigh and tapering calves blending into trip, shapely ankles, her feet covered in brightly colored patent shoes. He confirmed that, indeed, she was an incredibly beautiful woman. Nothing about her disappointed him; her creamy white skin, black hair, and swelling figure were all that he knew they would be. And, in addition, she came highly recommended by the Bank officer for whom she had worked before her marriage.
"I'm negotiating a major campaign for a large industrial corporation that is located out of the city," he told her. "Do you have any objections to accompanying me on out-of-town, overnight business trips? There is always so much last-minute work that needs doing that I've found it's necessary for me to have a private secretary along. We would, of course, pay over-time for the long hours and time away."
Alice was impressed with this tall, forceful man's office and manner. He was able to listen carefully and understand exactly what was going on in another's person's mind and he expressed himself clearly, directly and with confidence.
"Are you interested in the job ... under the conditions I've outlined?" She was delighted to have a job offer so quickly and she stammered as answered his inquiry. "Oh, yes ... yes, I'd very much ... I'm very interested in the position."
"What about your husband ... would he object to your being away from home occasionally when I have to make presentations to clients ... ?" he queried.
"I... I don't think he would mind ... if they were not long trips." she replied, hesitantly, knowing full well that this would create problems.
Alice was hired, on the spot, as Hank Rollins' private secretary. He even agreed to pay her twenty-five dollars a month more to start than she had earned at her last job with the assurance that raises would come quickly as she proved herself to the firm.
A major proposal had to be made the following week. Alice caught on quickly and was familiar with the client and the necessary details of the business meeting when it was time to leave for the client's home offices which were located about four hundred away. There was to be a major day-long presentation meeting, followed by dinner and a cocktail party hosted by the company president for Hank, ending with a brief budget summary presentation the flowing morning. Alice was scheduled to accompany Hank when he made the presentation. She enjoyed the short plane trip and sat absorbed, listening to Hank talk about the details which constitute a professional presentation. He seemed relaxed. Alice felt uncomfortable at first because she was the only other person in the office who accompanied him on business trips. Hank was perceptive and sensed her concern., tactfully mentioning that it was quite routine in his business for a secretary to accompany her boss when major client visits took place. This was an accepted practice-and, besides -they occupied separate rooms in the hotel. The last thing he mentioned put her completely at ease.
"In this business ... personal reputation is as important as professional ability. You have to be extremely careful not to become involved in anything sordid that might reflect on your personal integrity," he explained.
Hank convinced her that she really was of tremendous assistance to him. She followed through with endless minor details which he had no time to take care of and took charge of keeping them on time for various appointments. Many planning details were changed during the presentation meetings and Alice carefully recorded them and integrated them into the copy which she carried with her so that there would be no confusion as the meetings progressed and further changes were introduced or proposed. It was difficult work, full of details, and constant revisions and began to realize how much assistance she provided. She began to see herself as the executive's personal Girl Friday.
Hank had barely enough time to eat lunch or dinner and he had several cocktails at the reception in his honor. It went on until very late and it was almost midnight before they returned to the motel. Although Alice was tired, Hank was keyed-up and he suggested a night-cap before they went to sleep. She felt she wanted to talk a bit and accepted.
"Only one ..." she said, accepting his offer. "I'm not a very good drinking partner ... and I've only recently started to have a cocktail once in a while."
He smiled, adding "I'm not crazy for alcohol either."
By the time they had finished one drink and had started a second, he had progressed from addressing her as Mrs. Martin to calling her Alice. Reluctantly, at his request, she agreed to drop the formal employee-employer relationship and call him Hank. She felt uncomfortable but decided that her own rules were, perhaps, too strict.
He served her another drink and when they were gone, mixed a fourth. She drank too fast and they suddenly hit her at once. It was stuffy and close in the room and she felt warm and slightly dizzy from the alcohol in her bloodstream. She laughed at his jokes, enjoying his affable personality ... until he started telling off color jokes with four-letter words. She felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry if I offended you," he apologized. "I didn't think there was anything harmful in having a sense of humor about sex ... sex should be fun ..."
"For some people ... maybe it is fun!" she snapped, her irritation showing.
"Do I notice an unusual tension in you?" he asked. "A lovely woman like you . . . young ... vibrant ... full of life ... should enjoy sex fully. We only live once ... and there's so much pleasure to experience ... especially intimate sexual pleasure it Alice could not deny the truth of his words. The flood of bitter memories passed through her; what her fantasies and dreams had been and what the reality was took hold of her. She was crushed by reliving her disappointments and frustrations, the uncontrollable tears welling up and cascading down her cheeks. The alcohol had put her off guard and the wall of self control and composure came down as she sank into melancholy. She tried to wipe her cheeks and brush the tears away with little success.
"Forgive me, Hank ... I think I'd better go to bed now ... I don't feel very well. I've probably just too much to drink and I can't think coherently," she stammered, struggling to rise from her chair.
Getting to her feet with difficulty, she swayed in place, blindly groping to see the door through the mist in her eyes and the alcohol in her brain, and she was suddenly in Hank's, muscular arms. He held her firmly, soothingly, for a few moments, as she lost control and sobbed with all her heart. She couldn't help herself and hung on to him ... in all of her misery ... sick at heart and in her soul. It was as if she had found her father again and was pouring out her frustrations and failures to a protective ear.
Hank was very gentle and he kissed her lightly, He kissed and caressed her until her heavy sobbing ceased ... continuing to kiss her as she responded helplessly like a woman in great need. She opened her mouth to receive his fiery tongue and drank in the sensuous bouquet of his lips locked to hers. She was light-headed, confused and dizzy but, again, she felt the glow of sexual arousal deep inside her, deep in her loins, as this confident, strong male tenderly caressed her with understanding and delicacy.
Slowly, he moved his hands and began to investigate the magnificence of her body, His strong, sure fingers touched her lightly with the gentle caress of a man who understands and is concerned about the needs and feelings of the woman wrapped in his arms.
Hank began to explore the surface of her breasts, the smooth plain of her belly and the shapely fullness of her buttocks, moving surely over her, and she felt that tiny glow begin to grow, flaming up higher in the very core, the center of her femaleness between her legs. The searing heat of the sensations spread through her nerves, building up to an intensity, demanding its due and ... its release. It was like a bomb buried deep in the earth and dormant for many years working its way to the surface and bursting into millions of tiny fragments after a decade of passive sleep.
Her brain was duller by alcohol; she felt only the sensations ... those sensuous, wonderful leaping, careening, pulsating and pounding nerve currents, deep inside of her, commanding her to go forward and seek her fulfillment: Enjoy .... Take ... Live... Let Go!
A compelling desire ... desire for this tenderness to go on and on ... to never stop ... desire to return the tenderness and give herself to this man ... desire to be filled and fulfilled and the realization that this was the missing component from her life ... her life of pain and horror with Frank. It came to her clearly now ... sex with her husband was not love or passion ... it was merely cold rape!
He pressed on and her body sought his and responded in like terms; she pressed her lips on his and kissed and caressed him with abandon, feeling that she wanted only to give herself freely and completely and realized her need to be wanted ... wanted for herself ... as a woman ... as a person ... and not merely as a receptacle. He led her to the bed and she sank down upon the edge and pulled him to her. He reached down and with firm assurance he began to undress her.
Breasts, full-rounded, creamy, smooth and faintly covered with delicate blue-veins tumbled from her bra as he removed it, but those superb mounds were marred by blue-purplish bruises that could have been caused by only one thing: The sex-crazed mauling of an animal-like man!
Hank stared, as sudden understanding and surprise flashed through his mind. Was it possible? She had been raped! Who ... ? Who ... was responsible? Could it be her husband ... Frank Martin? He placed his hands on the wounded female flesh, his fingers soft and tender on them as he traced their hurts. He leaned over and followed with his mouth, kissing those softly rounded orbs, attempting to kiss away the pain and the ugliness of those glaring bruises. She savored the sensations in her breasts and she closed her eyes in sensuous delight, but those compelling eyes came instantly to life at the sound of his voice.
"You're superb ... Alice ... your breasts are sp wonderful ... so beautiful ... your body is so feminine," he said, caressingly. "No one should ever hurt you like this!"
"Oh! I ... I'd forgotten ... you ... you saw how ... ?" she stammered, averting his eyes and trying to cover herself.
"Let me show you how beautiful ... how tender and good sex can be," he soothed.
His erect penis pressed against her abdomen as it strained inside his trousers and she felt the throb of his manhood. She could think more coherently now as the alcohol cleared from her brain and she realized what had been happening to her ... what she had almost allowed to take place ... that she had led him to believe that she would make love to him ... that she would let him penetrate her sacred cavity and take her.
Oh, God! Where are my clothes? she wondered. I'm naked ... what am I doing here? Where are my clothes ... I shouldn't be here ... what am I letting him do to me ... ?
"I was only trying to calm you down ... to quiet you. You were on a crying jag ... and I was trying to soothe you ... to relax you ..." he offered.
"Leave me alone!" she demanded, i Alice struggled to move and to sit up. Moving from atop her, Hank allowed her to rise. She sat on the edge of the bed, covering her exposed body with her arms. Her head hurt; she was still a little dizzy as she looked about for her clothes.
"I only thought that you ..." he started.
"No! No! No! We can't ... I can't ... don't you understand? I can't let you do that ... anything ... to me because ... I'm married ... I can't!" she sobbed. s Hank felt rebuked. Drawing away from her he sat back and lit a cigarette, calmly observing her, trying to calm his own desires. He would have to wait ... temporarily. He would be patient ... it was worth it!
"Yes ... that partially true," he began. "You are married ... but are you happy? Are you in love with that animal who is your husband? Just look at your body ... at those gashes and bruises. Are those love mementos of tenderness from him to you?"
"Yes, well ... no ... it's ... oh, I don't know!" she exclaimed. "I don't know ... I just don't know," she mumbled through her sobs. "All I know is that I can't do this ... that I can't let you ... let other man touch me but my husband! It would be sinful ... it would be a sin ... it would be a sin!"
"Sinful! Christ, Alice, com on! It's time for you to see the light. You've been the one sinned against ... and you talk about sinning! How can you think that there is anything sinful in your wanting to experience something fine and good when those marks all over your body are the evidence of how much you've been sinner against. The man ... I should say beast ... that put those marks on you ... is crazy. He's the sinner! It's a crime for him to have a beautiful woman like you ... and to maul and mistreat you! he insisted.
Alice was calming down somewhat. Her emotions shifted and she grew angry. She fixed her dark eyes on him and flamed with pride.
"Don't you dare ... talk to me like that. I won't allow you to insult ... my husband ... that way. He may ... drink too much ... sometimes ... it's true ... and he does ..." she stopped.
"And he tears into you and practically rapes you ... every time he takes you to bed, doesn't he! Doesn't he?" he demanded, angry himself, now.
"It's not that way ... no ... it's not true! she screamed, standing up and pulling her clothes to her.
Hank turned and faced her. "I wonder ... maybe you like it that way ... yes, that could be it. Tell me, is that it...?"
What the hell am I doing talking about my wife now? he wondered. I don't know what's wrong with Alice, but she's limited sexually. She has a beautiful body and lord knows, I love her. But, if she'd only let go of her inhibitions and really give in to me. I wouldn't have to be here cheating on her like this ... but I've got to find some release with her constantly putting me off. Every time I try, it ends up a disaster and I practically have to force her. It's just no good between us. I can't help it! Christ, my penis feels as if it's going to explode. I've got to get into Susan, soon, into Susan, soon.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by Susan's voice. "Maybe ... I can show you some things ... that you haven't tried yet..."
"Wow ... that's great," he replied, only half-listening.
"What are you doing now?" he asked.
She answered, "Just getting ready ... for you."
Although they had only been in the bedroom for a few moments, Frank felt that it had been hours. His penis ached with desire as he stood waiting, in the darkness. As he put his hand into his trousers to soothe his throbbing, jerking rod, he heard a drawer open and close. Silence followed ...
"O.K., Frank ... turn on the light," she called from the darkness.
He turned and groped along the wall with his hand, next to the doorway, searching for the light switch. Feeling it in his hand, he pressed and the bedroom became alive with a muted glow of soft, tinted light. He blinked a number of times, as he became accustomed to the light. There she stood, at the foot of the bed, a sculptured figure of beauty.
She had her back to him. Long strands of thick blonde hair cascaded down over her smooth, bronzed shoulders, soft-rounder arms stretched out-one hand beckoning him, the other poised lightly back to the tip of her shoulder, the outline of her backbone accented and curving toward the cleft of rounded, firm buttocks, smoothly swelling hips and tapered thighs to the lean calves and trim ankles, her feet bare, his eyes investigating her, devouring this spectacle, taking it all in, feasting, greedily. He did not hear a sound except for their soft breathing. She seemed unreal, too perfect, in that dim light; she was a Greek goddess, come to life!
"My, god ... she's incredible," he muttered softly to himself. What do I do now? he wondered. I can't just grab her and throw her down on the bed.
Frank stepped forward and slowly made his way to her. He put his arms around her and turning her face to his, started to kiss her. But he stopped dead! He pulled back and stared, startled and surprised at the vision in front of him.
"What's going on?" he shouted, confused.
"It's just a game, darling," she replied. Her face was partially covered with a thin black soft fabric like a dancer from the middle-east. She lifted her hands above her head, bringing them together in swaying, evocative gestures.
"We all play different roles," she continued. "It's part of the way we live. Don't let it bother you ... I'll unmask when everything is ready!"
Reaching behind her, she revealed a half-mask, of the type usually worn to masked, costume balls. "Please put this on ... for me."
"I don't get it... why?" he remonstrated.
"Just be patient . .. you will ... we'll both unmask in due time," she laughed, coyly.
She drifted, lithely, back to the bed while Frank struggled to adjust the mask she had handed him. Leaning back on her elbows as she sat down on the bed, she kept her legs crossed, chastely. Her full breasts rose and fell as she breathed, and she patted the bed invitingly, her eyes burning with desire and excitement.
Frank approached her, sat down, and reached for her as she lay back on the bed, opening her arms to him. In an instant he was over her, capturing her lips, his tongue snaking into her throat. He was careful, however, not to maul or paw her. She had some strange kind of control over him. It was not only her verbal warning but her strange, erotic approach to sex. Something held him in check and warned him to be careful not to spoil it ... that something very special was in store for him ... which needed to be treated delicately ... nurtured, carefully, and that the result would be magnificent, beyond expectation. He made his touch as gentle as possible, as he fondled the smooth-skinned, lightly veined hemispheres of her breasts, feeling the fullness of them, exulting in their soft pliancy and thrilling as the protuberant nipples again came to life, growing and expanding between his thumb and forefinger.
"You're fabulous, Susan ... what a body," he exclaimed, the desire surging in his loins.
Her eyes met his, flashing and burning with delight.
"You're pretty special, yourself, Frank ... from what I've seen and felt of you ... your immense!"
Her hips rotated in undulating circles, rubbing and squirming up against him, and he knew he must have her before it was too late. The pressure in his trousers was so great that he knew he would cum in his pants if he didn't get inside of her right away. But, he knew Susan was not the kind of woman who would be taken by force. He was not in the position of calling the shots. But, I have to get inside of her, he thought.
Her voice intruded, hot and throaty in his ear: "Do you want to fuck me ... now?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he moaned. "I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly ... before."
"I thought you'd never ask, lover," she replied. "Now ... tell me how, baby. How do you want to fuck me?"
"Good ... I want to fuck you good ... hard ... hard and deep. I want to fuck you like no one has before!" he exulted.
"I sure hope so!" she answered, gleefully. "I want to feel all of that big cock of yours in me! Give it to me ... fill me with it ... quick ... do it, Frank."
Thrusting her loins up, wantonly, against the firmness of his crotch, she writhed and tossed beneath him, her movements transmitting raw lust and sexual desire to him, .urging him on even more. The pain from holding back his release ripped through him.
"Get your clothes off! I can't wait ... I want you now!" she screamed, rolling from beneath him.
Tugging at his clothes, wildly, Frank rose from the bed, shedding his clothes, quickly, urgently. She was wild with anticipation and helped him, loosening his belt and unzipping his fly so that his trousers would fall from his waist. Then, she pulled down his shorts, freeing his hardened prick so that it could stand out at an angle from his body, in all its extended glory, jerking uncontrollably inches from her face as she knelt before him, he lifting his feet to enable her to wrest the clothing from his feet. He kicked off his shoes and they flew away into the corners of the room.
Still in a kneeling position, Susan reached out and placed both of her hands on his steel-hard penis. Caressing it, she stripped back the foreskin and placed her mouth instantly on his organ, covering the head of his cock with her mouth she licked it back and forth with her tongue.
She paused and sat back on her heels to survey his immensity. It was gleaming with beads of moisture from her mouth, now, and the thick head, blood engorged, was throbbing intensely like a wild jungle dancer as he rocked to and fro with excitement. She stared greedily at his thick, long rod "I'm sure your big cock's going to feel great going into me ... it's so thick ... and strong looking ... like it could go on and on ... and on all night! God, do I want it! I want your cock inside me. Get it in my cunt ... now, Frank. Fill me up with it. Screw me with it. Fuck me ... Fuck me now!" she repeated, over and over.
She slithered up to his body to give him her lips again, and standing on tip-toe, spread her legs capturing his upstanding hardness between her thighs, moving her moist slit up and down on it, his enlarged penis contacting her at every point of her loins.
Moving backward toward the bed, pulling him along with her, she sank down, he falling down on top of her, she spreading her shapely legs to accommodate him, between them, his prick resting, heavily, at the blonde covered vaginal opening. She lifted her arms and reached down between their heaving bodies to guide the bulbous head to the moist slit of her eager, anxious, inflamed cunt. Grinding back and forth in tiny circles, she insinuated his cock slowly, into her pink channel. Finally, the enormous head had been absorbed into her cleft. She lunged and pulled him forward into her, with her hands on his buttocks. Frank needed no help. He used the force of his own legs and back and joined her arm-pulling motion and his long, hard and thick tool entered into her, expanding and driving until his pubic bone crashed into hers. He had plunged all the way and she was" filled with cock as she never had been before!
"AAAggghhh!" she moaned. "It's fantastic ... just what I wanted ... it's like a tree trunk inside of me! Move about, Sweetheart! Fuck me with your big, beautiful cock!"
He lay over her for a moment or two, impaling her to the mattress, pulsing his length inside her vaginal vault, reveling in the flutter of interior muscles in the warm elastic sheath of her pussy milking him. It was a tight fit ... just the way he liked it. It was as if his cock was trapped inside of ter.
Frank finally began to grind his pelvis into the squirming cunt under his loins, and she thrust her crotch back up at him, arching herself to take all of his monstrous rod inside her. She moaned aloud when he hesitated and eased his manhood out, slowly, only to ram and jam it back inside her. Again, he hesitated, and coming almost all the way out except for the fiery-red head, lunged forward, jamming the length of it into the hungry, demanding mouth of her wet pussy. Her mouth was open, voicing an inarticulate chant, as her head rocked back and forth on the pillow. The rhythm increased in tempo, gradually, his cock a pistoning machine in the cylinder of her explosive cunt, their bodies glued together in mad, sweaty abandon.
Her chant suddenly became audible, recognizable, "OOOooohhh, God, Frank, do it ... use me ... I want you to hurt me ... use your finger ... shove it in my asshole! Shove it in deep ... all the way up and make me scream with pain!"
What's she talking about, he thought. Oh ... that's right. She told me to go easy unless she told me she wanted to be hurt. Well, missy, I'll shove it all the way up, alright!
This was a new experience for him, but he complied readily. Reaching down under her slaving ass, still driving his mammoth rod into her sex-canal, he searched for her anal opening. Easing forward and downward, he spread the supple, pliant but firm cheeks of her backside, running his middle finger down along the crevice below where his ramming cock was at work until he located the tiny puckered ring of her rectum.
A glistening stream of warm liquid ran down the crack of her ass from the vaginal orifice but it was just enough for him to use as lubricant for the tiny pulsating hole. Probing with the tip of his finger, he returned to the wetness and rubbed his finger in it. Finding the wrinkled puckering of her asshole, he inserted the end of his long, tapering finger into the tight nether ring. He pushed and pressed hard, feeling the elastic muscles slightly begin to give way, but still trying to repulse his invasion. Then, he shoved even harder and his finger slid up inside to the first knuckle. She snapped back away from under him with sudden pain, pulling in her hips and burying them deep in the mattress to avoid the searing onslaught against her anus.
"GGGooodo'd, that hurts ... but I love it!" she groaned.
He pushed his finger into the moist, soft cushion of her back channel as far as it would go, his palm flat against her buttocks.
"Yyyeeesss, that's ... that's it ... oh, it hurts ... it hurts so good! Give me more ... more. Shove it in hard. Make me scream. Make me scream!"
She now began to screw her ass back and forth on his finger, and he could feel the moving bulge of it on the thin tissues separating her cunt and rectum. Indescribable sensations rocked along the length of his cock. The tightness of her cunt, as it clasped his prick began to excite him even more, and it felt as though his cock was beginning to grow and expand ever larger and larger, as he plunged with vigor into both openings of her loins.
The load in his balls was about to burst and he could feel it prepared for delivery, as he realized that he would have to come soon. The familiar pleasure-pain of the backed up semen as it beat against the walls of his organ was drumming into his senses, demandingly, and he hoped that Susan would be able to come to her orgasm soon. He was trying to hold himself in check as long as he could, so that both of them could experience the intense sensation of release simultaneously.
Frank had never thought of Alice and her need to come to orgasm while he fucked her . . this was a new wish for him. All he did with his wife was to climb on top of her, satisfy himself and crawl off, falling dead asleep in a drunken stupor. Now ... here ... with this amazing woman ... he had found something more ... something heretofore missing from his marriage ... and supposed union with his wife. Susan had helped him to find something more ... a sense of sharing, of unselfish giving. Why had he never had this with his wife? Was it partly his fault... ?
"Are you ready?" he cried out, gasping.
"Yesss! Yesss! I'm ready to come right now!" she hissed back.
His cock raced into her faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, plumbing her depths, his finger reaming her desperately squirming anus and he felt her quivering body begin the shattering climax. She groaned, wildly, beneath him, the sounds coming from deep within in her throat cavity, animal-like, her breasts covered with the sweat of passion, droplets coating her body as they moved about her body with the force of his ramming, plunging cock.
With all the strength of his back and legs, he drove his pelvis with its heavy load of prick deep into her, straining to thrust even deeper and harder into her soaking, wet pussy.
"Mmmooorrre, Frank!" she wailed. "Fuck me harder ... longer ... deeper. Oh, fuck me. FFFuuuccckkk mmmeee!"
Her legs scissored out to accept him to the fullest, then she pulled her knees up to her breasts, tightly, mashing them flat, giving him full access to her pelvic floor, her cunt wide open and wetly receptive, as he ravished her crotch, unmercifully.
"I'm going to cum ... it's on fire! OOOOoooohh, GOOOOOOOOOooooood! I'mmmmmmmmmm C U U UUUuuuuuummmmmm iiiinnnnnngg!" she wailed, her voice cracking in shrill screams of ecstasy. No sound came out now although her mouth continued to move and roll back intensely. She pulled her thighs back to her chest even tighter, her pink-slitted pussy squirming in the throes of orgasm in wild, abandoned, uninhibited sexual frenzy of release. Her muscles quivered, relaxing, her mouth fell open, gasping, and her eyes widened and blazed with delight.
Frank pounded into her for several more strokes, his balls slamming against her upturned buttocks, as her orgasm was coming to a close, he was there with her. His dam burst! His seed spilled, the semen pumping through the length of his cock to spew into the warm contracting depths, spraying deep into the quivering belly of his boss' wife. The white, hot, boiling liquid jetted from the head of his penis, puckering the anus behind and spending his passion with quivering, jerking of subsiding orgasmic spasms. Stretching, he made one final lunge and remained rigid, reaching for the deepest penetration of his cum within her. Then, with a faint, hollow; throaty groan he collapsed on top of her, his cock still jerking wildly as the last drops of his semen worked their way into her.
Both of them lay still. She held her breath, expelling very slowly, and save for the mass of small, involuntary fluttering in her cunt, quiveringly locked around that massive warrior and victor, his great cock, they were overcome ... exhausted ... spent, breathing heavily with fine satisfaction.
After a long while of quiet passivity, Susan Reynolds stirred beneath his bulky frame. He leaned over on an elbow and gazed down at her delicious face, still half-covered by the mysterious black veil which had fallen to one side in the heat of their sex act.
She winked at him and said, "It was fantastic ... I was really flying ... it was wonderful!"
"Glad you're pleased ... It was good for me, too ... I thought all of my insides were going to bust through my cock," he added.
"Roll onto your side, now ... Frank," she urged, gently shoving his chest back.
He did as she asked; she rolled with him, his deflating cock staying in her cleft, one leg beneath him, the other on top, draped over his hip. She looked up at him and fingered the mask on his face.
"It's time to unmask now ... lover," she purred.
She reached up and removed the mask from his face. He flashed a smile at her.
"God, I'm glad to get that thing off. It's hot!"
It was now his turn. He leaned over and removed the veil, feeling self-conscious.
"I don't get it ... what's the idea?" he asked, tracing the outline of her lips with his finger.
Susan turned her head aside, obviously wanting to talk.
"Didn't you enjoy yourself ... wasn't it fun?" she avoided his question with one of her own.
"Yes ... sure ... of course, doll ... but why did we have to bother with the mask business?" he inquired, again.
"Well ... didn't you forget who I am ... who we are ... ?" she replied. "While you were fucking me didn't you forget that I am the wife of your boss ... Mrs. Ed Reynolds?"
"Well ... eh ... yes, of course ... I guess so," he replied, still confused.
"And you liked it... enjoyed me," Susan smiled.
"Liked it! ?" he screamed. "It was the greatest... like nothing I've ever experienced before. I wanted it to last forever."
'There's even more than this ... if you want it... that is," she teased.
"Want it? There's nothing more I could wish for," he exclaimed.
"Well ... remember ... there's a price," she reminded. "A price that will have to be paid!"
"And ... what ... is the price?" he asked, curiously.
Her voice became brittle, hard as nails and direct as she answered, "I want to get away from Ed. Help me get away ... help me get a divorce!"
"Help you ... ? But, how can I ... ? Do you ... you can't mean that you want me to let him catch us?" Frank was numb and did not understand what she was saying.
'That's not exactly what I have in mind," she replied. "I want to be the one that catches him ... fucking some other woman ... so that I can bring charges against him!"
"Yeah ... OK. ... but how ... where do I come in?" he was still puzzled.
"That's simple, sweetheart," she continued. I want you to set him up with Alice."
"Alice? My wife! You're crazy!" he shouted. She's never even slept with another man. She'd never agree to such a thing ... and besides ... I wouldn't let her do something like that!"
"But, listen darling ... you told me how much you wanted wealth, money, power, influence ... and ME! Well ... you've got me ... now all you need to do is help me get rid of Ed ... and I'll provide you with the other goodies ... don't you understand?"
It was beginning to be clear to Frank, now. Susan wanted ... expected him to sacrifice his wife to sexual debauchment so that he would gain the things from life he wanted. He could have the senior position in his office . . control all the local territory ... boost his income tremendously ... become a public figure in the community ... get rid of his bills once and for all ... not need to worry about money anymore ... but Alice? How could he set her up like a whore in exchange for his own success? The whole thing was crazy!
But, everything I've ever wanted is right here ... just for the asking, he thought. It's all right here ready for me to take. Money! Position! Prestige! Power! Respect! And SEX ... sex with Susan! How can I afford not to agree to her proposition ... I can't lose! But ... Damn it, anyway! How could I get Alice to agree to it ... there would probably be a hearing ... in divorce court ... and a scandal ... but if I get Ed's job, we could ride it all out. She'd never agree to go through with it, though ... I'd have to force her ... somehow ... get her drunk, I guess. Jesus ... the whole thing scares me! What if something went wrong ... what if she got hurt? It would be all my fault .... and I could never forgive myself.
Susan's insistent questioning interrupted his long silence, "Will you do it, Frank, darling ... for me ... for you ... for us ... ? " "Yes," he answered, quickly, trying not to think of the consequences of his reply.
"I just knew I picked the right man," she squealed in delight, offering him her Lips, mouth opened, for a deep, passionate final kiss sealing this unholy bargain, while below, her cunt continued to clasp his cock spasmodically.
Frank couldn't concentrate on their kiss and stopped, asking her, "But ... how will we do it so that Alice won't..."
She placed her fingers across his lips and prevented him from completing his sentence.
"Don't fret, darling ... we'll work out all the details before the big event ... before the dinner dance at the Golf Club this weekend," she soothed.
In a short while, she had succeeded in arousing his now flaccid penis to a half-erect hardness, the muscles of her vagina working him up to another wild, abandoned sexual joust with her.
"Oh, that feels good," he exclaimed.
"I want you to be able to do it again," she grinned. "Let's play a little bit ... I've got a special trick I want to show you that I think will amuse you!"
"O.K. ... What kind of show are you going to put on now?" he wondered. He knew not to underestimate this woman and realized that she might be game for anything.
"I'll give you a hint," she said, a sly smile on her face. "What would you do with me and a dozen fresh oysters?"
"You got me ..." he laughed.
"C'mon ... use your imagination ... you do like oysters, don't you? They're good for your virility, I'm told ..." she continued.
"Sure ... they're alright ... but I'm not really hungry, now." he replied.
"I'm sure you'll regain your appetite," she said confidently.
"But ... I still don't understand ..." he mumbled.
"You're going to have to eat my oysters to get in to me ..."
"You can't mean that ..." he began, understanding what she intended.
"That's it, darling ... I'm going to stuff myself with fresh oysters ... and you're going to suck them out... and eat them all up!"
"Out of your cunt?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"That's right, baby ... all dozen of them! Still want to play?"
"Prepared that way ... I could probably knock off a dozen more," he grinned, expanding his suddenly hardened rod in her and flexing his hips to drive it deeper.
"And when you finish eating ... maybe we can go two more times tonight!" she cooed. "Anything you say, sweetheart..." he replied.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ed Reynolds, wealthy and successful investment executive, stared at his young and beautiful wife through his thick, corrective lenses: his dark brown eyes, enlarged by his glasses, were dark and troubled. She was telling him something he didn't seem to understand, and for that matter, he didn't know why she was telling him and exactly what it is she was talking about. As usual, he suspected that there was probably a strong degree of falsity in what she related and that she had her own peculiar, secretive, devious reason behind it all.
The trip to Washington, D.C. had been a strain and he was exhausted. He had been traveling quite a bit and he felt the need of a rest. The tiredness showed in his face and body, as he sipped a drink, sprawled in his favorite chair in their living room, his graying eyebrows knitted together, attempting to comprehend what his wife Susan had just told him. He would have preferred to be listening to some light music on the stereo as he sipped his drink, unwinding from his trip and business pursuits, followed by a leisurely bedtime, his wife waiting for him, willing and anxious to relieve his animal desires ... but he knew that this would not come to pass, this evening. The pattern was too well set and familiar; he could not get through to this woman and break down the barrier which prevented him from possessing this lovely creature completely. He broke in and interrupted her sentence: "Do you actually mean that ... that young Martin, who works for me ... made a pass at you ... was annoying you?" he asked, irritated.
Susan leaned back and rested her elbow to expose her breasts provocatively. "Yes ... he was disgusting ... slobbering all over me in a half-drunken stupor!" she replied, signaling her displeasure with a frown.
"Well, he'll hear about this from me ... at the office. I'd better get him straightened out, fast!" Relieved that he had finally made a decision, Ed picked up his glass and emptied it quickly.
His wife stood up and walked over to him, threading her fingers through his thick, wavy, graying hair, soothing him, her voice demure and innocent, as she defended the flirtation of her husband's young, naive employee: "You really shouldn't be ... too hard on him, darling ... remember, he's young and I understand he and his wife are having their problems. Perhaps, the best thing would be for you to speak to him about .his drinking ... which might be causing some of his problems ... and you've said yourself that he's a very able man ..."
"Yes, he is doing a good job," her husband agreed. "I will speak to him about his drinking ... as long as you're sure he didn't get really messy with you..."
He was glad to modify his decision; he only wanted to hear no more about it and to drop the whole thing. The burning desire in his loins seemed much more important and immediate to him. The old pounding in his penis has begun again, generated by her nearness and he had to touch her. He stroked the hem of her dress and worked his hands down on her lower thighs, running them up under her mini-dress, feeling the swelling warm flesh of them under his searching palms. His lusting fingers moved to her invitingly rounded buttocks, exulting -as he always did-in the sexy muscularity, covered with graceful curves that seemed perfectly formed and accented her lithe, feline grace. His body ached with sexual need.
Smoothing down her skirt and picking up his glass, Susan slid away from him gracefully, making her way to the bar to refresh his drink.
"I would think that after such a tense business trip that you'd be much too tired ... for that ..," she said, flatly, her face averted from his as she shouted.
"I'd never be too tired to go to bed with you, darling," he quickly answered, his ardor beginning to flag. "Come on ... stay home with me tonight with me ... and let's go to bed ... I..." he continued.
She cut in with, "I can't this evening, Ed. You know we ... the drama club always meets at the same time. Besides, they're in the middle of auditions for the new show ... and you know how long those things usually last..."
Returning to her chair, she handed him his drink, and sat down opposite him, formally, her back erect and her hands in her lap this time.
Ed was used to this and didn't press her. It was typical for Susan to extend these polite excuses; it was standard procedure for her. He wondered when it was that his wife has begun to lose interest in him sexually. Maybe she had become involved with some- one else and taken a lover. But he wasn't sure . . . she was always so careful ... so circumspect. Never had tried to catch her in one of her lies ... or to try and discover if she really had a lover. He had made the decision months before that he had already lost her. One of these days she was certain to want to leave and he knew she would ask him for a divorce. Despite the hopelessness of the whole situation, he had not stopped loving or wanting her, regardless of how futile it was. He couldn't help himself and tried in vain to win her back with expensive gifts and constant displays of excessive affection. None of his attempts succeeded, however. Always, she remained unresponsive and cool. Only on some occasions would she allow him to release his frustrated desire by agreeing to sexual intercourse with him. Ed had no choice but to try and live with this situation.
The successful executive was still quite virile and his need for women was very strong. He sat on the chair, the memory of his wife's lips on him vivid in his mind, as they had been so many times before. Ed Reynolds was far from spent, he thought, bringing a half smile to his own lips.
She's such a fantastic woman! he thought. The trip to Washington really exhausted me ... but I still have enough energy for ... His thoughts turned to Helen, and his nights out of town on business. His last trip to Washington and their late hours had drained him ... or so he had thought.
Only the night before he had dragged Helen away from the boring reception and suggested that they start their own cocktail party at her place. Their bash was in full swing-beginning in the living room of her apartment-and quickly moving into the bedroom. Their intimate fete soon turned into a swinging trio and the party went into high gear. It was almost three o'clock in the morning when they heard the front door open.
Helen had told Ed not to worry. Her roommate, Ginger, would stay in the living room with her friend because it was Helen's turn to use the bedroom.
"We take turns and it always works out o.k.," she assured him.
"Well, I hope you know what you're talking about," he replied, nervous none the less. The bedroom door suddenly flew open and a beautifully shaped, short nymphet hovered in the doorway. Ed had turned his head and, startled, had slipped out of Helen's viscous cunt, shocked by the surprise visit of Helen's roommate. He tried to avert her eyes, which took in his nudity, and he feared that the party was over.
"What gives?" he exclaimed.
"Gee ... I'm sorry ... I didn't know you had company .. .Helen," Ginger offered, her experienced eyes taking in the entire scene.
Helen shifted slightly and looking up over Ed's shoulder replied "What the hell did you do with your man?"
"He must be queer ... turned and fled when I invited him up," Ginger replied. "The son of a bitch!"
Ed suddenly felt as if he was somewhere else. They seemed to be ignoring him and he was not part of their conversation. At the same time, however, he felt peculiar in the presence of two women, one of whom was pinned under him with his hard cock resting on her belly, while the other woman's eyes stared at his bare ass. He wanted Ginger to get out of there so he could get his hard cock back into Helen's eager pussy and continue fucking her. The longer Ginger remained in the room, the softer his penis became as it deflated and began to pull back into itself.
I wish she would get the hell out of here and leave us alone, he thought. She has a lot of nerve busting in here like that!
Helen had shifted once again and he could feel her hips rocking in slow, tantalizing movements under him, reminding him of the pleasant sensations that he was missing, but he was trapped. His penis was almost completely soft and there was nothing he could do under the circumstances.
"Get your roommate out of here ... fast ... or our little screwing party is all over," he whispered into Helen's ear, leaning down over her.
"It's not going to be easy to get rid of her, Ed," she returned. "Can't you tell 'that she's really been belting them tonight!" Turning to Ginger, she said, aloud, "Hey, Ginger ... Ed and I left one public party so we could have a nice, intimate one ... so could ... would you mind ..."
"Well ... I like intimate parties, too," Ginger cooed, stepping completely into the bedroom.
She dropped her coat on the floor and tossed her handbag on the dresser, walking very carefully, trying not to weave, but she tripped and sank down on the edge of the bed next to the naked couple.
"Doesn't your friend have a name?" she asked, her eyes wide and glazed.
"Ed," Helen answered, flatly.
"Pleased ta meet ya," Ginger mumbled, leaning over to examine his cock, still resting on Helen's belly. "Put it back where it belongs!" she ordered and added, "So I can watch some action for awhile!"
Ed felt his body tighten. He was completely taken aback! He gulped, trying to maintain his composure, as he felt his face flush, reddening with self-consciousness.
'There may not be any show to see," he stammered. "Seems like my tool doesn't want to perform anymore."
Helen pushed her body up to his in an effort to arouse his interest but Ed's cock remained passive.
"See what you've done, Ginger," Helen exclaimed. "You've ruined everything!"
"C'mon Ed, you can do better than that. Show little Ginger your nice hard on! C'mon ... maybe I can give you some help!"
Ed could hear Ginger kick her shoes off and in an instant she had shifted her weight and her hands were on his body. She ran her fingers up and down his buttocks, scraping lightly with her nails, pinching him lightly, then slowly, tantalizingly, exploring the crease of his ass, making her way over the rough, puckered anus. His cock jerked forward and he could feel blood begin to pound back into it, raising his temperature and hardening his penis, once more. It was strangely exciting. As if unable to control himself, he shifted and lifted himself to his knees allowing Ginger unobstructed, free access to his backside. He arched forward slightly, inserting his throbbing rod into Helen's warm cunt, beginning to stroke slowly in and out again. Helen's fluttery pussy, the interior muscles working overtime, reminded him of a milking machine he had once seen demonstrated at an agricultural fair. In the meantime, Ginger's fingers worked nimbly, lightly scraping and squeezing his balls, and occasionally reaching under to encircle his shaft with her thumb and finger, greatly increasing the friction, as his penis steadily worked up to its full size. With deft movements, she worked her finger alongside his prick and inserted it into Helen's cunt, blocking the moist cavern in which his cock nestled so that he felt as if his penis would remain trapped inside forever.
The resurrection of his manhood to full power was almost complete when his nerves were jolted with a tremendous surge of sexual energy, his rod throbbing with desire. The warm, moist and soft caress of Ginger's tongue as it slid across the puckered nether ring of his anus began to build him to a state of frenzy.
Jesus! I've never had anything like this before, he thought. This gal's sure been around ... as she really knows how to get a man to respond!"
He had thought that nothing could match that initial charge until she began to probe into his back channel with the tip of her tongue, moving it in and out to the rhythm of his plunging cock into Helen's pink, wet core. The hard shaft of his penis became even harder and longer, and he began to feel as though this erection was the most vigorous . . . most powerful and immense he had ever had! He had the feeling that he could go on and on, fucking like this, forever, as though he would never have to stop for rest.
Suddenly, Ginger stopped licking his anus. Jumping up from the bed, he saw out of the corner of .his eye that she was tearing off her clothes. He took in her every detail, gasping. She was a true redhead and had a spectacular body. Perfect, ripe-melon breasts jutted out proudly, their milky-white skin unbelievably smooth and clear, hanging down from her small,, pixie-like face, heavily made-up and accenting her large almond-shaped green eyes. Her hips were a little on the generous side, but tapered, curvaceously, to small knees and svelte calves, running down to trip shapely ankles and tiny feet with bright red nail-polish on the toenails.
Wow, am I glad that fag turned her down, he thought. No normal guy could ever turn her down. She's incredible ... and has so much to offer ... and I wanted to get rid of her ... she's sure changed my tune, fast!
As Ginger returned to the bed, Ed sensed that this was going to be a party he would long remember. The little redhead wanted to share in the fun and games and refused to be a passive observer!
"Hey folks," she began, "I don't want to be left out of all the fun and I've just got to join this party! Do you mind, Helen ... Ed?"
Ed was a bit surprised and delighted as Helen replied, "O.K. with me."
"Got any ideas?" she asked, concentrating on Ed.
"I've ... I've never really had two ... two women at the same time before," Ed stammered.
"Ed, darling ... you've never really lived ... until you have!" Ginger smiled. Then, to both, she quickly outlined what she had in mind for all of them.
Ed withdrew his throbbing cock reluctantly from Helen's moist femaleness and rolled from atop her. Ginger replaced him, but in reverse, her crotch over Helen's face, her tongue buried instantly in the cleft that his erect cock had just vacated. Then, following her instructions, he climbed on behind Ginger, his legs straddling Helen's head, he placed both hands on her marble-like buttocks and spread them, exposing the tight slit of her pussy, ringed with its fringe of light reddish down. The pink opening parted partially as he slipped a finger into its smooth wetness, then reached under to stroke the hardened shaft of her clitoris. She shifted, shivering, against him, rotating her hips in undulating circles, trying to locate the head of his penis, as she groaned into the depths of Helen's soft naked loins.
Ed could barely hear her muffled voice as she pleaded, "Oh, Christ,. Ed ... put it in! I don't want your finger ... I want to be fucked!"
Flexing forward, he forced his hips forward, guiding his enormous cock with his hand, finding the pink-slitted portal of her pussy and ramming it into the small tightness, wetly being clasped in her vaginal-vault.
Helen, in the meantime, had been mesmerized with the fiery sensations burned into her by Ginger's tongue as it danced in her loins, now on the hooded clitoris, then deeply into the soft hair-lined core, bringing her almost to the brink of orgasm. Her fingers reached up to his balls, squeezing and caressing them as she moaned incessantly, her head rolling back and forth on the pillow.
"OOOOOoooohhh! OOOooohhh Gooooddd! That's good ... keep it up ... keep it up .. . keep licking me! she screamed.
Ed moved easily in and out of Ginger, long-deep and slowly-building, coming out of her every three or four strokes to let Helen have the bulbous head of his cock to suck on thirstily.
Finally, he knew that the dammed-up semen burning acidly in his testicles was about ready to burst from him. He had to drive for ejaculation now! It was urgent!
He pulled his prick from Ginger and shoved her inside.
"I want Helen, now! Let me really give it to her, good!"
The tiny redhead slid off the bed and he reversed himself, plunging into Helen's wet cleft, shoving his rod into her without mercy. Helen draped her legs over his shoulders, dragging her squirming, pitching loins closer to him and slaving for the needful climax, as he began to churn into her vagina with wild abandon. The inner muscles of her cunt milked at him in a frenzy.
Leaning back, Ginger was seated on the edge of the dressing table bench, hips uptilted, her crotch exposed between widely splayed legs, and her hands were busy fucking herself with the largest dildo Ed had ever seen. In spite of his own urgent need, he watched in utter for a few moments, as she worked the rubber replica of a huge male penis in and out of her steamingly moist vagina. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, jaw slack and the muscles of her neck strained in the throes of massive sensations of sexual pleasure.
"Hey, Ginger! That's unfair competition!" he roared.
She focused her green eyes on him and flashing them, smiled. Returning to reality, she stated, "I didn't want to waste any time... big boy ..." and came over to the bed, pushing him back prone, pinning his shoulders to the mattress, his hard cock waving proudly in the air above him. She leaped astraddle, rotating her hips until she found the red-cowled head of his penis with the wide opened mouth of her pussy; she lined up with it and came down hard, absorbing the full length of his rod into her open, wet channel, her full weight behind it.
Driving to the hilt, she ground her crotch hard to his pelvis, flexing her legs, lifting herself up several inches, until only the bulbous head remained in her on the upstroke only to repeat the plunging intake with all the strength of her body; thus, with mounting urgency, speed and strength, she brought them both to the edge of that thundering chasm of exploding lightning, releasing its energy in them. Convulsively, she drove up and down on his cock, until, gasping for breath, spent, she sprawled on top of him, as waves of orgasmic release spread from her core outward, finally stilling her thrashing limbs.
Her scream of joy on completion was eerie, seeming to come from the depths of her being, her throat straining to confine it, but bursting forth from her in an undulating, almost feline wail.
"IIIiiiimmmMMMmmm CuuUUUuuMMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNnnnngggggggiAAAAAAAAa-aaaaAAAAAaaaaaaAAAgggggggGGGGGGGGhhh-hhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped.
For him, his ejaculation spewing, hosing through the length of his hardened manhood, jetting upward into the love-channel of the lovely redhead, his hips jerking up against her spasmodically, the while hot and thickly viscous semen gushing from him in seemingly never-ending spurts, it was an exaltation of his triumph. In his wildest dreams he had never known the possibilities of having two women at the same time. His manhood had ably served them both!
After a few moments he came back to life, his eyes stirring. Ginger was still on top of him and his cock was still imbedded deep in her still pulsating cunt; he could feel it beginning to deflate. Helen was cuddled up next to him, pressing her body against his flanks, one arm flung over Ginger's shoulders.
"I could use a drink ... after that," he volunteered.
Ginger raised her head up to look down at him, replying, "I'll drink to that! Name your poison ... scotch or bourbon?
"Bourbon," he specified. "And make it a double!"
Helen came to life and muttered, "Same for me ... on the rocks."
The redhead slid from him, his almost flaccid penis pulling from her with a squishing fluid sound. She grasped her hand between her legs and made for the bathroom. She returned in a few moments, walked into the living room to mix the three drinks. In the meantime, Helen had glued herself to Ed, in an effort to arouse him once more.
Ginger returned, serving the drinks, and said, "Hey ... I was just thinking ... we should really not let you go ... and keep you around for us!"
"That's a great idea," Helen exclaimed. "But don't you think we ought to share him with Sheila?"
"Hey ... hold it a minute! Don't I have any say in your plans for me?" Ed smiled. "What would I do ... anyway ... with ... three of you?"
"Oh ... I'm sure we can figure out... something," Helen laughed.
"Who's Gloria, anyway?" Ed asked.
"Oh ... she lives next door," Helen explained. "She's a very friendly neighbor, too!"
* * *
Susan would have been very, very surprised had she been able to read her husband's last thoughts. She had told him that she must hurry to her meeting and had left him sitting in a chair in their living room, a drink in his hand, left alone with his erotic memories. Brushing his lips with a trace of a kiss, she hurried out of the apartment, oblivious of the hard erection in his trousers, and quickly started her Cadillac and started driving rapidly across town to the arms of Hank Rollins.
Julie Rollins had driven into the country to visit her mother and Hank had called Susan earlier that day to tell her that he would be waiting ... and eager.
They chatted easily, sitting together on a velvet sofa, leisurely leading up to their lovemaking.
"Don't be a fool ... I know damn well what she does when she's supposedly off on one of her visits to her mother," Hank said.
"What do you mean?" Susan asked, puzzled.
"She always seems to drop a few hundred bucks somewhere en route whenever she goes off on one of these visits ... .and she apparently really thinks she's getting her money's worth!" he replied.
Susan began to understand what Hank was talking about.
"Orgies ... that's what!" he stated, flatly. "She's into swinging ... group sex! Just one big fucking party ... where everybody does it to everybody else with no holds barred!"
"Are you a little ... jealous, darling?" she queried. "Would you like to swing, too?"
"Not particularly," he replied, after a moment's pause. "I like sex with one woman at a time."
"Well ... you've got one here ... so what's your pleasure?" she asked him, teasingly.
Hank moved forward and took her in his arms. His face tightened and had a worried, almost painful expression, as he sought for the right words.
"Susan, darling ... have your feelings about me ... changed at all ... after your little romp in bed with young Frank Martin?" he stammered.
"Oh, Hank ... Hank ... you should know better than that! It's all part of the plan. We worked it out together ... it's only part of what we said we'd do ..." she soothed, desperately trying to get him to believe her.
"But, he did satisfy you ... and you enjoyed it?" he urged.
"I can't very well deny that ... it was ... pleasurable ... pure sex .... but that's it and there's nothing more to it!" she revealed. "But... I'm only a normal woman, Hank ... it's unimportant. How could I get him to agree if I played hard to get? I had to really make him want me and show him the prize!"
"Yeah ... I guess you're right," Hank agreed. "I'll forget about it then ... if you do the same!"
"That's a deal," she smiled.
The incident was to be forgotten.
Hank decided that he would tell her the good news now and not hold back his little surprise any longer.
"I guess I'd better tell you ... that company Ed's been negotiating for ... I was able to get major stock options on it without his knowing it ... so I guess that about gives me controlling interest in all the companies that Ed's dependent on! He's at our mercy from now on!" "That's marvelous, Hank! That's marvelous! Every thing is working out exactly as we planned it. It's too good to be true," she gushed.
She remembered another detail and added, "Oh ... by the way ... you are going to get Julie to come to the dinner dance at the club, aren't you?"
"Don't you worry ... she'll be there ... if I have to carry her there over my shoulder!" he laughed.
He leaned his face on hers and captured her lips with his and tantalizingly caressed the inside of her lips with his tongue, while his hands wandered lazily, familiarly, over her body, fondling her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, down across her flat stomach to the juncture of her thighs, then, lifting her skirt to run up to the crotch of her panties, where he inserted a finger to press on the button hidden there between the fleshy folds of her cunt. Instantly, she came alive, sexually aroused!
"Let's git into bed! That feels too good ... and I want more!" she ordered.
Hank rose slowly from the sofa, pulling her from it with him and led her down the hallway toward the bedroom.
"I picked up a new gadget today that I'd like to try out," he began. "Are you game for a new toy?"
"Anytime, darling! What is it anyway?"
"The most fantastic ... biggest dildo you've ever seen ... complete with an electrical vibrator ..." he said slyly, watching for her reaction.
"Well ... I'll have to take a look at it... first!" she half-smiled. "There are some limits to everything, you know." she teased, her eyes, shining,
alive, burning with desire into his....
CHAPTER SIX
Frank Martin was nervous and had been adamant about his two dry martinis before dinner. It was Saturday night, the evening of the gala dinner-dance at the Country Club, and he was determined that Alice would be eager and relaxed by the time they arrived for the festivities. He had carefully gone over every detail of the evening beforehand; everything had been memorized, reviewed, rehearsed and carefully, meticulously planned. As they made ready to leave the apartment, Frank held another drink out to his wife.
"No, Frank, please. I don't want anymore. I've already had too much ... and I'm feeling a bit dizzy," Alice said.
Sipping from his own glass, he said, "Oh, c'mon on ... I want you to relax ... feel good ... so you'll really have a good time and enjoy the party.
"Well ... all right ... I am a ... little nervous. It is our first big party at the club ... and I want to make a good impression," she agreed.
Frank was jubilant as he eased the car into the highway and they started out for the country club. Charm and politeness oozed from him as he talked to his wife.
"You really look fabulous tonight. I've always said you should wear that kind of dress."
"I ... feel a bit ... uncomfortable. It's so showy and I feel as if... anyone could see right through the material," she replied, self-consciously.
"I'm glad you have a nice body ... and I think you should show it off ... and put those old bags at the club to shame!" he sneered.
"But ... I still think you should have let me buy the other dress ... this one's just too skimpy. It's as if I'm trying to expose myself .. completely," she complained.
He glanced over at his wife approvingly. She was Wearing a tight-fitting thinly woven dress, diaphanous in the extreme, its see-through quality revealing her body to advantage. The fabric clung to her body and outlined the mounds of her breasts through the scanty bra.
Alice caught his lingering, hungry stare and pulled her light wrap tightly around her, in an effort to shield herself from his eyes.
"Do you have to look at me that way!" she flashed. "Is that supposed to be a sample of what I'm going to have to put up with from every man that I meet tonight?"
"I was only admiring you," he replied.
Of course, Alice was right. His thoughts were preoccupied with sex ... sex with her ... sex with Susan. Suddenly, he remembered. Susan ... Ed "Reynolds . . . Alice . . . Sex! This was the night! The time had come when he had agreed to sacrifice his wife. It wasn't exactly like an ancient ritual sacrifice, but just the same, it was a sacrifice. He had even carefully chosen a special dress for the ritual event. The irony of the whole situation hit him hard. A twinge of conscience passed through him and he began to fight his apprehension. The details of all that had occurred and precipitated his decision to involve Alice overwhelmed him and the glitter of reward obliterated his conscience and he was in full control once more.
Clearing his throat to get his wife's attention, he started, "Oh, by the way, darling ... we're going to be sitting with the Reynolds' tonight ... isn't that a coincidence? He mentioned that there's going to be some shifts in personnel soon . . . and I sensed that he was hinting . . . that I very well could be in line for a promotion. Isn't that good news?" he smiled, trying to emphasize the sincerity of his rehearsed lie and hoping that she would believe it.
"Why, that's wonderful news, Frank! I had no idea that..." she began, pleasantly surprised.
"Nothing's certain, of course," he interrupted. "But, I don't want anything to spoil my chances of moving up. I wonder ... if maybe you could be . . . well ... extra friendly to him tonight ... you know ... make him notice you ... and me ..."
"I ... I'll try ... of course ... if you think I can help you," she replied enthusiastically.
"Spoken like a loving wife, darling!" he cooed.
The attendant took their car and they entered the front doors of the club. Walking through the lobby they made their way into the ballroom and were greeted at their table by Susan and Ed Reynolds and Julie and Hank Rollins. Drinks were immediately ordered and they were soon swept up in the festivities of the party. It was a happy and carefree group of wealthy people who spent their lives playing as hard as they worked, spending money freely and carelessly, always eager for new thrills and excitement.
Frank was careful to discreetly seek out their waitress and give her a large tip along with very explicit instructions for the hours ahead. Her long doleful eyes looked up innocently, as she assured him that she would follow every detail that he had outlined. Her last remark caught him off guard.
"Is it more fun in bed at home when your wife's drunk?" she asked with a knowing grin.
"Ug ... yeah ... sure," he stammered, taken aback by her boldness.
"A few drinks ... help me too," she added, flexing sexily as she slowly slithered away, with Frank's eyes watching her calculating movements.
He asked Susan to dance and she took the opportunity to tell him that everything should take place as planned as they glided around the dance floor. Her dress was almost bare at the breasts, and he, had to concentrate not to reach up and fondle her almost fully exposed breasts. Trying to content himself with a long, lingering close look, he felt the crawling sensation iii his scrotum which he knew was the prelude to a throbbing erection. He led Susan off the dance floor and was eager to sit down again. Susan knew exactly what was happening to him. She sat on one side of him, and no sooner had they taken their seats, when he felt her hand in his crotch. Chatting innocently with the others at the table, she rubbed his hardening penis, smiling coyly at him.
"Easy boy!" she whispered to him. "Save it for later!"
"You damn ... I should reach over and pull your tits out of that flimsy piece of material and start sucking on them, right now! he teased.
"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed, letting go of his penis and relaxing back into her chair, meeting his smile with an innocent stare.
What a cockteaser, he thought to himself.
Alice had danced with Frank and after returning to the table, found herself seated next to Ed Reynolds. Trying to engage him in conversation, she couldn't help but notice that he drank heavily and seemed to take particular notice of her youthful, shapely body. Despite his obvious, lusting stares, he behaved like the perfect gentleman and she felt no real cause for alarm or anger.
They talked easily and Marian and Ed soon discovered that they had many mutual interests. Comparing notes on their favorite classical composers, Ed was delighted to meet someone so young who was not totally addicted to blaring rock music. He could not tolerate the popular sounds and found them eardrum-bursting. Occasionally, he would let his leg rub up against hers or brush her arm with his hand, consumed by wild desire to grab her and pull her into his arms and ... But, he kept his composure, retreating back into polite conversation, and returning to his drink.
Not long after they had arrived, Frank danced with Julie Rollins. Her message was relayed clearly and directly as she pasted her body to him, grinding her pelvis into his crotch. The smell of alcohol seemed to waft through her hair and it was obvious to Frank that she was already feeling its effects.
"Why didn't you ever call me?" she demanded.
"But ... I did. I tried to get you a number of times," he pleased. "You were never home."
"Don't give up so easily ... if you really want to play games . .. with me." The same inviting, deep throaty resonance came into her voice.
"Maybe ... you expect me to make an appointment," he quipped.
"Easy ... lover ... remember ... we don't set rules!" she retorted.
"O.K. . . . I'm sorry," he apologized. "When's good time to get you?"
"In the morning ... about ten-thirty or eleven," she smiled, her pelvis pressing even harder into his crotch, searching for his penis.
"It's a deal," he grinned. "When are we going to get -to the fun and games you keep talking about ...?"
I'm waiting for you to name the time ..." she purred, as they walked back to the table.
Things were going beautifully, Frank was delighted and felt elated. This was even more than he had hoped for. He now had three women, including his wife, for bed partners and all he had to do was pick the one that appealed to him at any given time. He still had not gone to bed with Julie but he would remedy that damn soon! That was one experience he was not going to delay any longer than was necessary!
It was a very lively party and liquor seemed to be flowing everywhere. Alice kept feeling that she was drinking too much but her glass always seemed to be full. She was not aware that Frank had made sure this would be the case. So, she kept drinking it because it was sitting there in front of her. After all, she thought, it was a party and everyone else was drinking. In the back of her mind was also the feeling that the liquor would make her more relaxed, more able to talk freely and make a good impression on Frank's boss, Ed Reynolds. How wonderful it would be if Frank got that promotion. In addition, she found herself drawn to the older man. He had a natural ease and charm which she found very attractive. Her mind was full of whimsical association ... Ed as her husband's employer ... her friend . . . her neighbor . . . her advisor . . . her father... her lover!
My god, she thought. What am I thinking about? I must be losing my mind. How could I even imagine anything like that? I could never do anything like that!
At the other end of the table, Hank Rollins sat quietly; he drank steadily, remaining quiet, responding only when a remark was specifically directed at him. Only once did he ask Alice to dance, moving awkwardly around the floor with her and not saying a word. Alice could not understand what was wrong. Never had she seen him so glum, and she saw him every day at the office. It was as if he had totally changed his personality. His usual good humor was gone. She hoped it was only temporary and decided it was best not to mention it, for which he was grateful.
The night they had spent in the motel room was _all but forgotten and Alice had realized that Hank's intentions were not what she had imagined at the time, although she had not gone out of town with him again since that first time. They had discussed it briefly, and after she had explained that she preferred to keep their relationship on a sound employer-employee basis, strictly business-like, he had agreed and kept his word. Her estimation of him as a man had grown immensely. She also greatly respected his business ability and felt sure that he was pleased with her work. They had a good working relationship' In comparison to her husband, Alice noticed that Julie Rollins was outgoing, gay, vivacious, flirting openly with all the men, including Frank, and swallowing one drink after another. As the evening went on, she had trouble controlling herself and Hank finally announced that he thought it was time for them to leave.
"But I ... don ... wanna ... go home yet! she slurred.
"Julie ... come along without any fuss ... or if you choose to make an ugly scene ... I'll have to carry you out of here, damn it!" he insisted.
"Oh, go to hell, big man!" she hissed.
Hank's arm raised and the palm of his hand slammed against her cheek, cracking loudly, despite the din of the ballroom. She sat passively, her cheek deep purple where his hand had struck it, but her eyes glowered with hate at him.
"Now ... let's get out of here, Julie," he commanded.
She struggled to rise, clinging to his arm for support, unable to walk by herself, her head rolling back and forth in a drunken stupor.
"I apologize for my wife," he said to the others. "She's not feeling well this evening!"
Muffled farewells were exchanged all around, everyone realizing that the dance was coming to a close.
Susan, who had carefully kept her drinking under control but maintained her usual vivacity and charm, took charge of the group and made a readily accepted suggestion.
"Hey ... how about you two coming home with us ... and continuing the party there ..."
Ed was delighted at his wife's suggestion. This would give me a chance to see more of Alice Martin, to get to know her better and find out just where he stood in terms of her husband ... and other men. Remembering that Susan had told him the James' were having troubles, he wondered if sex might not be one of their difficulties ...
All evening, Ed had tried to submerge his sexual interest in Alice, but he could not throw it off. He had always been careful to carry on his extra-marital affairs out of the city, fearing the scandal that could result if word got out and how it would affect his position in the firm. But the idea of Alice as a sex partner haunted him and became even more exciting when he discovered that his employee and his beautiful wife lived on the same street and were almost his neighbors.
Alice accepted Susan's invitation immediately; she felt it was her duty as Frank's wife. This would give her an opportunity to get to know the Reynolds' even better and further Frank's chance for promotion. She had been foolish earlier, and had cleared her mind of foolish, irrational fantasies about the older man as a father ... lover substitute.
There was still another reason motivating Alice to accept the invitation to visit her husband's employer's name. She wanted to see how the Reynolds lived. Having heard a great deal about their beautiful furniture, antiques and art collection she wanted to see them for herself. The Reynolds penthouse apartment was the talk of the neighborhood and it- had been written up in the local paper weekend supplement. Ed, in addition, had told her that evening about his magnificent record collection, and she was anxious to hear some of his collector's items on their custom designed stereo equipment.
Frank had no illusions about his reasons for wanting to go to his employer's home that evening. All the details had been worked out and rehearsed in detail beforehand. This was the chance that people dream of and wait for all their lives ... and he was going to make the most of it!
He had gone over the details of this evening with Susan many times before and he knew exactly what he was expected to do. There was a peculiar pleasure in the knowledge that his boss was going to be caught in a trap-a trap that Frank helped set up -and having decided to accept Susan's offer, he no longer felt any guilt or remorse about the outcome of their plans. He had decided to offer his wife as a sacrificial lamb onto the altar of sex for the god of ambition, and it was too late to turn back or change his mind. The sacrifice was being prepared for the ceremony and he would not ... and could not stop the inevitable! He had sealed his pact with Susan ... and there was no turning back.
They drove in separate cars to the Reynolds apartment. Ed was quick to suggest that Alice drive with him in the big car; Susan dutifully consented to ride with Frank!
"Don't forget ... Frank ... it's crucial that when I leave the room ... you wait for no more than five minutes and then slip down to Ed's bedroom. I'll be sure to be there ... waiting for you ... nude!" Susan told him, outlining the next steps in their plan again.
"I remember, " he replied, rubbing his arm along her warm thigh. "And ... don't worry, I'll be all ready for you!"
Reaching over and moving her arm down, he inserted her hand into his crotch, giving his hardening penis a teasing squeeze, the jolting, unexpected sensation jerking his rod to full erection in her hand, throbbing with live and desire.
Frank groaned and pleaded, "That feels great! Just leave your hand there ... for a while."
"I think we'd better leave that for later," she replied, withdrawing her hand after giving him a final squeeze.
Alice and Ed were already perusing his record collection when Susan and Frank arrived. Susan made another round of drinks and after serving them, retreated to another corner of the large living room where Frank pretended to be admiring an old master baroque painting.
Alice selected one of her favorite recordings and Ed slipped it onto the turn table, drowning out the conversation from the other part of the living room and concentrating his full attention to the young beauty who sat beside him.
Susan had silently disappeared down the hallway to the bedroom and Frank stood staring blankly at the painting, counting seconds as Mahler's symphony resonated through the room. It was as if time was standing still ... each minute dragged like an hour. Finally ... five minutes were up!
Alice and Ed were deeply engrossed in the music and took no notice of Frank as he slipped into the hallway and made his way to the bedroom where Susan awaited him. He felt his penis throb as desire soared inside of him and made his prick hard.
God, I hope I can carry this off,, he thought, as he entered the dimly lit room. He could see her shape on the bed. Hair spread out carelessly on the pillow, one shapely tapering leg drawn up, the perfect mounds of her breasts flowing together of their own weight, the cleft disappearing between them, she lay on her side. The relaxed, static pose of her body made him think that she was half-asleep.
"Are you playing games again?" he whispered, his hoarse tone disturbing her repose.
"Always ready to play! You wanna play?" she whispered back, lifting her head in an effort to see him.
Frank had not thought that Susan had been drinking very much during the evening but her speech came slow, was slurred and almost drunken. It took him by surprise. She wasn't the type to drink to excess and always seemed to be in control of what she was doing. Dismissing the point in the muddle of his own liquor-filled head, he decided that, perhaps, after leaving the living room the drinks had hit her all at once when she lay down on the bed.
"You know I want to play!" he replied. "I've been waiting for this ... all night!"
Immediately, he stripped off his clothes, flinging them all over the room, until he stood stark naked. He walked up to the bed, kneeling on the edge of it, his hard-on sticking straight out at a right angle before him, waving dangerously, threateningly, in the air like a menacing cudgel. i She started up, seeing his cock so close to her; she gasped, and suddenly she was in his arms, kneeling up on the bed, offering him her warm, moist lips, uttering only a single word, "Frank!" , He held her tightly, kissing her, her eager mouth opening to receive his tongue suckingly, her teeth gnawing, nibbling and tantalizing; then, she relaxed, lay back, pulling him on top of her, her legs playing out to allow his cock to nestle between her thighs, its chunky head making contact with the already moistened slit shining pinkly below.
Frank broke the long,, deep kiss after several moments, shifting his mouth to an erect nipple and began sucking, taking the entire areola into his mouth and scraping its length hungrily with his teeth. Remembering Susan's admonition not to hurt her until she herself requested it, he was careful not to bite. Lifting hjs arms, his hands massaged and stroked the white, marble-like but soft, pliant breasts, molding and remolding them gently in his hands. She groaned with sensual pleasure beneath him as she reached down between them, grasping his rock-hard prick in her hand to milk the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head several times. He felt his long rod begin to jerk in her hand, and he realized that lubricating juices were flowing from the head of it in pearly drops.
"My god ... what a big cock!" she hissed up at him. "I've got to take it in my mouth!"
"O.K. . . . Let's both do it to each other then," Frank suggested anxiously.
"Great... but I want to get on top!" she urged.
Frank lay back on the bed while she raised her- self and changed positions. Straddling his head, her naked loins over his face, she lowered her face to his cock, holding it with one hand while she kissed its entire length, then laved it with her tongue.
The smoothly warm wetness of her mouth on his enlarged penis was like a powerful, grounded charge of electric current, the force of it concentrated there in the glands, as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the blood-engorged head; then, that maddening oral member, the tip of it a fiery brand, tried to find its way into the tiny opening in the end of the smooth, pulsating head, and he felt the encircling lips contracting and relaxing in a measured rhythm of elemental savagery.
Reaching up above him to the pink slit of the moist cunt hovering over his face, he used both of his hands to spread apart the warm, moist hair-lined petals of flesh, exposing the smooth pink channel to his thirsting mouth and eager tongue. He put his mouth to that other waiting nether mouth, pressing his lips to it, his tongue flicking out to probe the dewy, velvet-lined femaleness and to taste the pungent juices of her softly throbbing pussy. He felt her body jerk with ecstasy and an involuntary gasp escaped her as she began to rotate her hips above his face in tiny, imperceptible circles. He thrust his tongue deep into her moist pussy and began to make circles with it, the tip flicking against the sensitive walls of her vagina in dancing counterpoint to her movements.
"OOOOoooohhhh!" she groaned, long and low, deep in her throat, muffled by his big cock in her mouth. "More ... that's so good, darling! Do it more! Lick me! Lick my clit, please!"
Her voice was guttural, strangely strained, the quality somehow different; her words were still slurred by all the alcohol she had imbibed.
Frank moved his mouth down, the tip of his tongue searching for the miniature phallus in its hooded canopy of flesh. He found it, the hardened, tiny shaft, pulsing under his tongue as he teased it to full erectness, the electric contact transmitted to her loins convulsively.
She sucked on his prick in slow, even beats, moving her head up and then down with a twisting motion; sometimes allowing her teeth to scrape lightly along his great throbbing length. Frank knew that he was endowed with a weapon of massive proportions, and he wondered how she could take all of his rod into her mouth. He had to conclude, pondering it, that she was forcing his cock at least half-way down her throat. Now, she moved her other hand to his balls, squeezing and caressing them in rhythm, occasionally allowing a finger to glide across the puckered ring of his anus below. When she began to circle that brown nether orifice with a finger, the sensation generated in his testicles and cock was almost more than he could bear. She removed that hand, for a moment only, to return with a moistened finger. The wet finger probed, the tip going in past the elastic muscle ring of his rectum where it moved in the sponginess of his back channel in ever-widening circles. He could not believe the heightened sensations racing through him, when suddenly he felt her finger being shoved all the way in, the burning pleasure-pain of it causing him to jerk his loins up at her face, ramming his cock deeper yet into her throat. He heard her gag briefly then settle back to her tantalizingly slow, sucking stroke, matching it to his up-thrusting pelvic movements.
This would have to be a mutual experience, he decided. Removing his mouth from her pussy long enough to draw a finger through the wetness, moistening it, he used his hands to spread her tight, brownish anal passage, exposing part of the pink lining to the open air of the room. He pushed the tip of his finger into her backside up to the first knuckle, moving it around to allow her to adjust to its presence, feeling the jerk of her convulsive, painful reaction to it and the quick, indrawn breath of pleasant surprise. Holding his finger in her tiny puckered rectum, his mouth sought her cunt again. He thrust his tongue deep, flicking it in and out to the inexorable rhythm she had set, as she sucked on his steel-hard cock. Then, the muscles of her anus relaxed, accepting the strange intrusion of his finger, and he shoved the digit all the way home in that soft, spongy rear door, moving the phallic substitute constantly.
She squirmed up and away from it momentarily, but quickly screwed her loins back down on the double impalement of his tongue and finger, groaning aloud in anguish.
Her muffled voice came to him, "OOOOoooooooh! Shit! Oh ... Frank, that's it! Shove it in ... all the way in ... make it hurt!"
Her body was consumed with a wild, masochistic pleasure, as she felt his finger in her anus. Nothing else mattered but those lovely, swirling, exploding sensations chasing each other through her loins. There was nothing more ... no ultimate reality ... only this!
Beneath her, Frank slaved away with his tongue and finger. She began to rock back and forth against him lightly. He felt her thighs pressing spasmodically, crushing his ears to his skull, her pelvis rocking back against his face, ever faster and faster, and she sucked him wildly, nibbling and biting at him, striving for orgasmic release from the maddening torture. He felt the beginnings of it, far back behind his cock ... somewhere in his guts, the searing, demanding need to spew his sperm deeply and be finished, spent.
He rammed his tongue into her cleft, faster and faster, his punishing finger, slipping in and out of the soft, back channel ravishingly, and he knew that climax for them both was near; he could hear the mewling sounds from deep in her chest, as she begged for paradise ... or hell, Her breasts, heavy-pointed, dragged against the hard, flat, straining muscles of his belly. It would only be a little longer ... only a little longer!
The turntable clicked off and the record stopped bringing sudden silence into the room. Alice was captivated, overwhelmed by the music. She sat in a trance, as if mesmerized. Ed got up unsteadily, walked clumsily over to the stereo and turned off the amplifier. He stared at Alice, groggily.
"Did ya like it?" he asked.
"It was ... wonderful ... almost overpowering," she replied.
Ed glanced around the living room, finding it strangely empty. Both his wife and Frank Martin were gone. He wondered vaguely if they might have gone out to" the roof garden. But more important things were pressing on him right now. He had to go to the bathroom to relieve a full bladder.
"Excuse me a moment, Alice," he said.
The investment executive went down the hallway to his bedroom, opening the door and stopped dead, surprise, horror and revulsion passing across his face in quick succession. He saw them on the bed, Frank Martin's big cock in her mouth, her loins astraddle his face, and they both moved vigorously in the age-old rhythm of love, driving for climax, their groans and gasping breathing loud in the room. Shocked beyond belief, Ed reached for the light switch and flooded the room with brilliant light.
"What the hell is going on in here?" he screamed, his face flushed and contorted with towering rage.
"Are you two crazy?"
Her head had jerked up to look at the intruder, just as Ed turned on the lights, leaving Frank's prick jerking upward in sudden chill.
"Ed!" she gasped. "Ed Reynolds! What the hell!-" The slamming door cut off her words. She hoisted herself around to face Frank who was struggling to rise.
"Frank! What the hell is going on? What is all this? What's happening?" she screamed.
It was Frank's turn to be stunned! He looked in disbelief at the naked woman sitting opposite him and his head rocked back and forth. He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true.
"Julie!" he exclaimed in horror. "What kind of crap is going on?"
"You'd better explain it to me ... but later, baby. I'm so hot now we'd better finish it first," she cried desperately.
"But I'm losing my hard-on ... all this excitement ... confusion ..." he stammered lamely, looking down at his deflating penis.
"You're not getting away from me now!" she said, rolling back toward him, her mouth open, searching for his lips. "I've been wanting you for weeks!"
The feel of her warm flesh coming into his arms told him that he would be able to perform after all. He kissed her, feeling the old hardness beginning to return instantly, as his flagging organ came jerkingly back to life again.
He levered himself atop her, his hips coming down between her legs, as she guided his rod to her softly hair-lined cunt, the moist mouth of it accepting him wetly, absorbing him completely, as he drove to the hilt, his balls slapping up tight against her anus. With powerful strokes, he began drunkenly fucking into her, driving now for a quick release.
Neither of them was aware of the soft click of the camera as Susan, standing in the sliding glass door to the roof garden took a revealing, an incriminating picture of Hank Rollins' wife, Julie, caught in the throes of passion. Frank's cock was deep in her cunt, her face contorted, moving spasmodically in orgasmic ecstasy.
Julie came to her release soon, explosively, the pinwheels of her passion leaving her spent upon the mattress, as Frank slammed into her for a few more punishing strokes, before he too jetted his hot, white, sperm deep into her vaginal vault, spraying it with convulsive, spasmodic pumping, the racing fluid hosing through his hardened flesh to be expelled in her with force and power.
As she arrived at the brink, she screamed out his name involuntarily, writhing and squirming in the throes of her release, her head moving from side to side uncontrollably.
"Oh, god, Frank! OOOooohhh, Frank! It's fantastic! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she screamed. Then, as his cock bored in slammingly, "AAaggghhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you, FFFRRAAN Nnnnk!"
Alice heard the commotion of the voices, the inarticulate screams and went into the hallway, full of curiosity. She found Ed Reynolds leaning against the wall, his face ashen. He was in shock, his eyes ghastly, staring, unseeing, behind the thick lenses of his glasses.
"Ed ... Ed! What's wrong?" she asked, peering into his face, concerned for him.
He tried to focus clearly on her, his sight clouded by alcohol, pain showing clearly in his blood-shot eyes. He swept a hand across his face in anguish. He did not answer.
"What's happening ... in ... there?" she pleaded, grasping the doorknob.
Managing to fix his attention on Alice, Ed's strong fingers stopped her from opening the door as he realized what she intended to do.
"No, Don't!" he ordered.
"Why ... Why not, Ed?" Her voice was shaky and she was on the verge of becoming hysterical.
"Because," he said in a somber, flat, almost matter-of-fact tone. "Your husband is in there . . . fucking ... my wife!"
"No! My God, no! That's impossible. You must be wrong. It can't be. You're just drunk! Frank would never do that... to me!" she screamed in horror.
"Maybe not... but he is!" Ed repeated.
"Open that door! Let me see for myself!" she demanded, wrenching the boor open suddenly.
Julie Rollins lay on the bed, her hair sprayed limply over the pillow,, legs splayed, Frank between her thighs, his cock deep in her cunt. They were both gasping in the aftermath of sexual release.
Alice closed the door. She had seen enough and felt sick. There was a sickly emptiness inside her. Turning to Ed, she said, "It's ... It's Frank ... but ... he's not with ... Susan!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ed's blood-shot, alcohol filled eyes blazed at her, magnified to ominous proportions through his thick-lensed glasses. He was in a rage, confused, out of control, dangerous. His eyes opened wide, he stared at her fuming.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he lashed out. "I just them ... doing it myself!"
"But Ed ... it's not Sus ..." she began.
His arm raised and his hand, open-palmed, sliced through the air unexpectedly, knocking her forcefully back against the wall from the impact of the slap, her hand flying to her cheek, eyes full of fear and pain, as she sagged, moaning, staring incredulously at him. A thin trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.
"You bitch!" he howled. "What's your part in all of this? I suppose you're supposed to be the decoy. Is that why you've been hustling me and shoving your cunt at me all evening?"
"Ed ... I ... No ... No! I don't know what you're talking about ... please ... calm down ..." she moaned, turning her head to the wall and burying it in her hands.
"Well... what's your stupid excuse?" he raged.
Alice tried to stifle her sobs. She was confused; she didn't understand what was happening. Stammering, she tried to explain what was really taking place in the bedroom.
"I ... I really don't know ... myself ... I don" understand! All I know is that ... Frank is in the but he's ... he's doing it ... right there in the bedroom ... but not ... with your wife! You jumped to conclusions ... he's in there with ..." she stammered, her sobs preventing her from finishing.
Ed could no longer think rationally. His mind was clouded with the vision of Frank atop a woman on his bed who could only be his wife. The sick feeling he had experienced as he stepped into the dark room and realized he was not alone had forced him to turn his head aside as he turned on the lights. He wanted to confirm what was happening but his revulsion, horror and drunken confusion had jumped t" conclusions. Something snapped in his mind. His knowledge of Susan's infidelities-now a prove fact, witnessed with his own eyes-his increasing concern that someone was plotting to ruin him financially and his own sense of guilt, centered in hi wild burning desire for Alice Martin. He reacted blindly, with the rage of the unreasoning mind and the cunning of a trained killer. He was surrounded! They would close in any minute! He must act now!
Before Alice could finish her sentence and tell him that it was Julie, not Susan in the large bedroom with her husband, Ed's arm shot out, clouted her on the chin, and she sank down to the floor with out a sound, unconscious.
"You damned lying bitch," he flared. "That'll shut you up!"
He stared down at the prostrate young woman, her shapely body immobile, her legs splayed obscenely as she fell, sliding down the wall from his swift, punishing blow to the sculpted face, her long black hair in wild disarray around her head and shoulders. Kneeling down beside her, he ran his greedy hands over her svelte body, feeling the swell of those magnificent breasts, warm and firm under her scanty bra. God! He needed a woman ... any woman! This woman ... yes, this woman! She was his for the taking! That's the way it should always be... that's the way it had been before!
I don't know what the hell they're trying to pull on me, he thought. How many are involved? Susan ... Frank ... Alice ... probably Hank Rollins. It's probably some kind of frame-up ... Susan's trying to get rid of me ... divorce me! She wanted me to see her fucking him ... so I'd sue for divorce! ... But, I can't understand why she had to be so brazen about it ... doing it right here ... in our house ... in my bed? ! The tramp ... I should kill both of them ... blast them right where they are ... still fucking! ... But, killing would be too quick ... too easy for them! Fuck 'em! Hell ... I have it! I'll fuck hell out of Martin's wife ... right in Susan's room ... on her bed ... screw her till her tits fall off! That'll be one way of evening the score on them and getting even with him! Jesus! ... She's beautiful ... ! Beautiful but stupid! She's got to be in on this ... and if somehow she's not, she's got to be a God damn stupid fool! How could she not know what she's been doing to me ... all evening ... tossing her body at me. Hell, this is one piece of ass I'm really going to enjoy!
The hungry executive carefully picked up the unconscious body of the woman and carried her lightly, easily, into his wife's bedroom. His burning desire to take her focused his energy and dimmed the effects of the liquor he had consumed. Laying her on the large canopied bed and locking the door, he set about taking his clothes off, feasting his eyes on her curvaceous body as he did so.
Then, he decided to make sure that she would not run away or cry out when she regained consciousness. He opened a drawer and reached into a pile of lingerie and removed a handful of nylon stockings. Her body spread-eagle on the bed, he bound her with these, tying her limbs, one to each corner bed post. Surveying the job he had done, he stepped back and gazed approvingly. The sight of the young helpless woman gave him a tremendous sexual charge! His prick came surgingly to life, as he remembered other helpless victims of another time ... another place. He had been young then ... young, hard ... and vicious!
Noting the coagulating blood on her lips, the beginnings of a deep bruise mark on her chin and some slight swelling, he felt a momentary twinge of compassion for the bound, helpless girl. Turning around, he walked into the bathroom, soaked a washcloth in warm water, came back to the bed and began to bathe her face. Her body moved and her eyes fluttered open, staring terror-stricken up into his eyes. She tried to move, found herself bound. She screamed!
" AAAaaaaaaggghh!"
He quickly placed the washcloth over her mouth, clamping it tightly shut, stifling the young woman's cry.
"Shut up!" he grunted. "I'm not going to hurt you anymore ... unless you make me!"
She became quiet again, her struggles subsiding under the strength of his hands. She was unable to breathe. He continued, "Do you understand? " Alice nodded affirmatively. He removed the washcloth and released her mouth.
"What... what are ... you ... going ... to ... do ... to ... me? This can't really ... be ... happening!" she said, her voice shaky, terrified.
"What do you think I'm going to do! .. .I'm going to fuck you ... you prick-teaser!" he bellowed. "I'm going to fuck you ... like you've never been fucked before!"
"But... I... I..." she struggled.
"Knock it off! You're getting it whether you want it or not! Cooperate and enjoy it ... and make it good for me, too ... and nothing else will happen!" he suggested through a demonic smile.
"No ... Not ... Nothing ... else ..." she stuttered.
"Yeah ... nothing else ... or maybe ... I might change my mind ... and finish those two in the other bedroom off for good!" he threatened, his eyes blazing with mad hatred now.
"You ... wouldn't ... couldn't ... ! You're not a ... you couldn't do a thing like ..." she hesitated, unable to bring herself to say the dreaded word aloud.
"Murder ... ?" he finished for her. "Don't test me ... I sure as hell could! I was an officer at the front during the war ... and killed lots of people. It's simple ... with a gun, rope, club, even my hands! People die easily!"
Alice suddenly realized that he had lost control of himself and was raging with madness. She saw the madness in his eyes, and she knew that he was capable of anything ... even murder!
Oh, my God, he's gone crazy, she thought to herself. He's in a frenzy to hurt and destroy! What can I do? I'm helpless tied up like this ... at his mercy! Oh, dear Lord, please help me to do the right thing ... say the right things ... so I can stop him from going off the deep end and really hurting someone! If all he wants is to make love to me ... as some kind of revenge against Frank, I'll have to give in and let him do it, I guess. If I let him do it ... maybe ... he'll come back to his senses ... and forget about wanting to ... kill ... Frank and Susan. Oh, God ... I'm terrified. How could this nightmare ever begin? I have no choice ... I've got to let him ... make love to me ... and I've never wanted another man ... to do that! It's sinful! I'm a married woman ... but if I don't let him ... and he ... he killed Frank! Oh ... I'd be partly to blame for it because ... I might have been able to stop him ... How could I live with myself ... What can I do ... God ... help me ... What can I do?
"And ...if...if...I cooperate? " she asked trembling.
"I never break my word!" he snapped. "Have you decided to calm down and relax?"
"You ... you'll just ... make love ... to me ... not hurt me ... and then let us go ... Frank and me?" she bargained.
"Don't rush me, baby! I'm not going to just crawl on and crawl off! I'm going to fuck you ... fuck the hell out of you ... every way possible ... and maybe I'll even find some new ways as I go along!" he snapped.
"But... you ... ?" she began.
"Every possible way ... and maybe more ... like you've never been fucked before," he repeated, leering at her.
Alice could grasp what he meant even though her imagination as to sexual matters was naive and quite limited. She was appalled. My God! How could she agree to do some of those horrible things she had heard base people discuss furtively, or had read about briefly in some obscure book or magazine. She had never actually believed that people really did those things ... not normal people.
"I ... we . _
can't ... I couldn't ... I won't! I can't agree to be a party to ... some ... horrible ... abnormal... pervert..." she gasped.
He stopped her with his mouth, leaning over her, clamping his lips to hers, his tongue lashing into her burstingly, through the barrier of her teeth to duel with her resisting tongue. His hand dropped to her luscious breast and roughly fondled it. Finally, he raised his head when he realized that she was not going to respond.
"You'll learn to like it, bitch! I know just the way to make you change your mind and cooperate!" he snarled.
Rising from the bed, he again opened the drawer and selected another nylon stocking, and using the damp washcloth as a gag and the slender leg covering as a binder, effectively silenced her protestations once more.
"There!" he growled as he finished. 'That should keep you quiet... until I return!"
Ed walked out of the bedroom and-returned a few moments later, carrying a small steel revolver, an aged but deadly model with a long efficient barrel. Entering the room, he locked the door again, and came up to the bed and held up the weapon for her to see, swinging the muzzle around and pressing it down upon her chest.
"This should convince you ... in case you think I was kidding!" he emphasized, his face a horrible mask of hatred.
The frightened young woman nodded negatively, wildly, her head rolling from side to side, her eyes filled with terror and despair. She attempted to talk through the gag but only made choking, incoherent sounds.
Ed leaned over and removed the gag from her mouth. She gasped for air. Tears ran freely down her cheeks; her body was wracked with heavy sobs of defeat, the smooth hemispheres of her breasts rapidly rising and falling with the agony of fear and terror ... with the realization of this man's depravity ... his ability and willingness to carry out this menacing act. She was in panic!
"Now! Are you going to cooperate ... what's your answer, eh?" he snickered.
Alice gave up. "I'll ... I'll do anything ... whatever you want!" she sobbed in desperation. "Only ... please ... please ... don't ... hurt anyone ... don't use that... that..."
"Well ... that's more like it!" Ed grinned, his voice calming down and losing some of its edge.
He loosened the stockings and untied her. She raised herself up, sliding over to the edge of the bed, rubbing first her ankles, then her wrists to stimulate the circulation of her blood which had been cut off by the pressure of the bindings.
"Would you ... let me have ... a drink ... a strong drink?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied. "Anything you want ... if you think it'll help!"
Resting the revolver in the belt of his trousers, he went to the dresser and rummaged in the drawers until he found a bottle of Scotch. Walking to the bathroom, he returned with two water glasses. Pouring generously into one glass, he handed it to her.
"Sorry ... we'll have to manage without ice," he added.
Alice took the glass anxiously-it would take her into a kind of stupified state, an oblivion, an escape from reality-and took a deep swallow of the warm, fiery liquid that brought fire to her throat and caused her eyes to water.
"UUgghh," she shuddered as it penetrated her in-sides.
"Don't drink it so fast!" he commanded. "I don't want you passing out on me now," he snorted.
He poured some into the other glass and sat down beside her on the bed. She sipped her drink, slowly and savoringly. Sipping his Scotch, he ran his free hand over her smooth back, lightly and soothingly.
"Ed," she began, a shiver running through her at his touch. "Wouldn't there ... be a lot of trouble ... for you ... if anyone found out that ... that you raped me...?"
"Who said anything about raping you?" His voice was hard and violent again. "You'll be doing it because it's what you want ... get it? You're going to beg me to fuck you . .. understand?"
Alice was confused; she didn't understand when he said it. His words meant nothing to her but, later, she was to understand ... many things ...
What's he talking about she wondered- Here I am locked up in this room . . . brought in here by force ... tied to the bed ... being threatened with a gun ... and he's telling me that I'll ask ... beg him to do it. What could he mean ... How could he ever make me beg him to do it... ?
* * *
Hank Rollins rested comfortably on the bed in the guest room of the spacious Reynolds apartment. He held an earphone to his ear, as he adjusted the volume level of the portable cassette recorder sitting on the nightstand, its reels spinning at a regular three and three-quarters inch per second. The tiny sensitive microphone was well hidden in Susan's bedroom where Ed held Alice prisoner. Hank looked up briefly as Susan entered the room carrying her camera.
"Did you get the picture?" he asked eagerly.
Susan was flushed with excitement; she smiled.
"Relax ... I got it... I got it!"
She came to sit on the edge of the bed next to him, still wearing her revealing dress from the dinner-dance, most of her creamy white swelling breasts exposed, struggling to escape their flimsy confines. Her hand reached down to his thigh, sliding up along it, under his robe, to his crotch, where she took hold of his flaccid penis.
"I got hot, Hank, just watching ... them!" she said. "It's really ... kind of sexy ... watching ... you know ... ?"
"Yeah," he replied dryly, listening intently to the voices coming through the earphone. He had barely heard what Susan was saying; he wished she would take her hand off his cock, but he said nothing.
She suddenly dropped the detumescent instrument reluctantly, realizing that she would not be able to arouse him just then.
"Let me listen too," she requested.
The advertising man removed the earphone plug and turned the recorder to monitoring position, adjusting the dial to lower the volume of sound coming through the speaker.
"If you want to ..." he replied, laying back on the bed.
Ed's sharp voice came through the speaker clearly. "You're going to beg me to fuck you ... understand?"
"Get my husband, the big he-man," Susan said sarcastically, mimicking him with pantomime gestures.
"I'm afraid that Ed is not quite himself ... that's he's not rational," Hank pointed out.
"Oh, really ..." her face took on a gesture of surprise.
"You know, he's got a gun in there ... threatening to kill you and Frank!" he added. "I have it here ... right on the tape ... for whatever it's worth!"
He's not ... really ... dangerous?" she asked, concern coming into her voice for the first time.
"No ... I don't think so ... it's probably just a crazy threat," he soothed, raising up and putting his arms around her as she nestled into them. "Don't worry about anything ... he can't hurt you ... I'm here," he continued.
Smiling, she offered him her lips, sucking greedily on his tongue as it came sliding freely into his mouth.
A few moments passed and she broke contact with him and leaned back; loosening the belt of his dressing gown, she opened the front of his garment. His long, smooth, stringily muscular body was exposed to her. She reached hungrily for his half-aroused cock, taking it into her hand, massaging its length and retracting the foreskin.
"Hank ... I'm so hot... from watching Frank and Julie ... I need it ... I want to fuck ... so badly ..." she said low and breathy.
"We don't have time now ... do we?" he asked. "Remember ... we've got to get some pictures of Ed and Alice ... remember?"
Although she was disappointed, she brightened with a new thought.
"Hank ... I'm so close! You could give me a release with a sixty-nine ..." she pleaded, standing up and lifting her dress to remove her thin, transparent underpants.
"C'mon, Susan!" he said with finality. "Are we going to go through with our plan or not?"
She frowned, feeling rejected. "O.K. Hank ... have it your way ... I understand. But ... let me have a little suck and give you a quickie," she returned, her mouth opening with a big smile.
Lowering herself, she rested her body on her knees, between his long legs, her hips coming down to the head of his enlarging organ, taking the reddening flesh into her mouth and using her tongue to move in circles around the head. Her hands were busy on his scrotum, kneading and scratching lightly as she felt his cock begin to expand and lengthen throbbingly in jerking rhythm with her contracting and expanding lips. Then, she began to move her head twistingly up and down, ever so slowly, exulting, reveling, in the slippery smoothness of the tumescent maleness of him, her cheeks hollowing in and out as she sucked steadily on his hardening shaft. The pungent flavor of his juices were like rare nectar, the sexual stimulus prompted her to reach back between her own legs to find the hidden button of her clitoris nestled there. She stroked herself, soothingly, as the electric current of the soft summer lightning spread itself across her crotch and abdomen, the nipples of her large breasts coming alive, alert to her need.
Hank lay back on the pillows, allowing the full, voluptuous sensations in his prick to flow through him surgingly, enjoying to the utmost the skillful oral manipulations of this sensuous woman, this sex-goddess, of whom he partook gourmet sexual fare. It was as if her mouth was his own world at this moment!
The sounds from Susan's bedroom, where Ed was enjoying his sexual torments of Alice Martin, helpless in the crazed man's grasp, came to them loud and clear from the speaker of the tape recorder, every word and nuance being neatly captured on the thin tape. The two of them listened as she continued her oral homage to Hank's rock hard penis, now moving faster and faster, raking more of his organ into her mouth and throat, her head bobbing up and down like a parched animal thirsting to tap his seminal pool. Hank could feel it begin. He knew it would not be long before he would come, spewing his living sperm into her mouth. He moved forward, thrusting his hips up into her face. Then, he reached down, grasping her head on either side, forcing her mouth down even farther over the length of his cock, urging her to even more speed. He saw that her lips sawed outward, cruelly, exposing the tender, inner lining on the up-stroke, saliva dripping from them. On the down-stroke, her bright lips were curled inward. Every now and then she let her teeth scrape lightly along the entire length of his prick, and always her tongue was working wildly, laving him with its rough tenderness. He was wild with the thrill and excitement it stirred inside him, and he exploded. He came!
He burst with semen! His penis jetted forth its load of white hot sperm, the viscous fluid pumping wildly into her mouth, his hips jerking up at her convulsively with the sexual spasm, draining him, and he fell back, satiated.
She continued to suck until all his sperm had been spent, licking the shaft, swallowing until every last drop was consumed.
Finally, reluctantly, she released his deflated cock and slid sensuously up his body to kiss him. He tasted the pungent male sweetness of his own sperm in her mouth.
"How was it, Hank?" she asked.
"Fantastically voluptuous, Sue! God, you've got the sexiest mouth ... and the hottest cunt of any woman I've ever met," he exclaimed.
"Just how many ... women ... have you known ... ?" she asked. "That's my business and you know it," he replied. "But... I've had a few," he added.
"Is Alice Martin ... one of them?" she queried.
"Actually, no ... not yet," he answered honestly.
"But... you have tried, hm ... ?" she prodded.
"Well ... yes ... but she wasn't ready to give in to me ..." he snapped candidly. He continued with, "Hell ... what is this inquisition, anyway? You knew damn well that I would try ... after I saw her naked body on the patio that day!"
Susan hesitated, "Yes ... I guess I did know ... Hank," she replied, her voice low.
Hank concentrated on the voices coming through the tape recorder, quieting her with his finger on his lips. "C'mon, we have to listen carefully," he said. "Remember, we have to take the pictures at exactly the right moment!"
"Lie on your stomach!" Ed ordered.
Alice obeyed him, resting her face on her arms. Ed stared down at her, her soft skin, her smooth straight back, small waist flaring into somewhat generous hips, buttocks protruding roundingly firm, tapering thighs, small knees, rounded calves, small ankles and narrow feet, all put together in one lovely package of femaleness, and she was in his complete power to do with as he chose. It was an exhilarating feeling for him, in his present mentally unbalanced state. A flashing memory crossed his mind. That other ... ! What had become of her? He was unable to remember what it was he had done ... afterwards ... after he had fucked her. It was all a total blank in his mind.
He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her. He caressed her back with his hands, massaging buttocks, sweeping down over thighs, up inner thighs, his hands dipping into the crease between those mounding hillocks of sensuous flesh, seeking and exploring; then, he kissed the nape of her neck, laving her with his tongue, as he began to work slowly downward. He kissed the length of- her spine, the twin hollows at its base, the smooth hemispheres of her buttocks, the silky inner thighs, the backs of knees and ankles; thence, back upward to the neck again, where he used his tongue in the opening of her ear.
Alice accepted these attentions stoically. She derived no pleasure from what he was doing to her. There was only a mixture of fear and pity; fear that this madman might carry out his threat and shoot Frank and pity for him in this irrational, confused, twisted state of mind. She realized that he must be insane; that he was capable of doing just what he had said he would do.
My God, let me say and do the right things ... and maybe I can prevent him from doing something incredibly horrible! she concentrated to herself.
Ed could not help but sense that Alice was not responding in any way to his kissing and caressing. He had to try something else to bring her around.
"Get over on your back!" he demanded roughly.
She complied immediately, bringing her hands down to cover her breasts and keeping her thighs clamped tightly together.
The hungry male slid off the bed, went to the dresser and returned with an electrical device which he slipped onto his hand, using an elastic band to hold it in place. He plugged the long cord into an electrical outlet and leered down at her.
"Wait till you feel this ... it'll make you crawl up the walls," he squealed nastily.
Seating himself on the bed beside her, he slid the switch forward on the motor resting on top of his hand, setting the vibrator in motion with a strong humming sound.
He stretched his arm out and lightly touched one of her nipples. She felt the gentle, tingling sensation in the coral tip of it. In spite of her revulsion and fear, it felt good. Then, he began to move his hand in massaging motions, the vibrations of the machine being transmitted strongly through his curling, caressing fingers around her breasts. His vibrating hand kneaded and molded the softly pliant flesh, making her shiver and tingle, goose pimples popping out on her creamy-smooth skin.
She fought valiantly to keep control but, suddenly, she felt it! A warm feeling spread all over her body, getting warmer, hotter every moment, until she felt the searing stab of flame like a blazing welding torch cutting into her loins, bringing every nerve ending of her crotch to life, standing alert ... ready for anything. She had the crazy thought she wanted his hand, vibrating on her ... in her. For the first time in her life, her cunt was burning with uncontrollable heat, and she had to have something to relieve it. A raging fire tore from within her and it had to be put out!
My God what's happening to me? It's got to stop . .. he's got to stop doing this ... or I'll go out of my mind! It feels so warm ... so soothing ... so moist... so good down there .. . I .. .I!
Alice moaned aloud. Ed heard her whimpering and knew that she was getting hot .'.. that she wouldn't be able to stand it much longer . . . that in a little while she would be begging him to fuck her. He chuckled with smug self-satisfaction.
He moved his hand down across her flat pliant stomach,, the vibrator motor humming diabolically, and his fingers were between her thighs in the silky black hair of her vaginal slit. The electric current struck into her like lightning, penetrating in her crotch. She had to have it! It was not Ed that she wanted but Frank ... she wanted Frank to do it to her. She moaned again.
"OOOooohhh! What are you doing to me . . . ? I can't stand it," she panted.
"I'm only getting you ready for the main event, baby," he muttered. "Just preparing you for the fuck of your life!"
His fingers moved into the crease at the juncture of her thighs, searching for the clitoris hiding there in its fleshy canopy. Against her will, she opened the gates of her sacred chamber; her thighs fell limply away to either side, inviting him ... wanting him ... wanting that vibration against her ... needing something more, but denying the need in her mind while her body acted the traitor. He found the shaft of the miniature phallus and moved up and down on it, pausing to dip a finger into the coral-petaled vaginal opening to moisten it in the viscous fluids being produced copiously deep in her cunt.
Moving away from her genitals, his hand fondled the inside of her thighs, back up again to the tufted mound, to her stomach, where a finger drilled into her navel briefly and to her breasts. God! How good it felt on her breasts! She looked down and saw that her nipples stood out, erect, tense, waiting for his hand.
I can't stand this, she thought. Oh, God, what am I going to do. I'm feeling so hot ... and I want it so much now. But I want Frank ... I'm not going to beg this maniac for it. I'll never do that. Why doesn't he just rape me? But I couldn't ... I just can't make myself... ask for it... from him!
But, her hips involuntarily began to rotate in tiny circles, her inflamed loins betraying her great need as she moved sensuously, uncontrollably.
"Feels good ... doesn't it... ?" he teased.
She couldn't answer, fearful of what she might say. Closing her eyes, she shook her head slightly in positive acknowledgement.
"Whenever you're ready, all you have to say is 'Fuck me, Ed,' " he repeated to her.
"You'll never make me say it!" she hurled back.
The burning sensation in her belly, her vagina, was growing greater and greater. The fire had to be put out! She knew now that it was the soaring fire of sexual passion. She would do anything .. . any- thing! She wanted his penis, hard and long, rampaging into her, the hard male flesh parting her, splitting her, hosing into that inferno in her cunt to give her relief from her agony ... the exquisite agony of sexual need! Oh, God ... how she wanted it... now!
Ed put his hands under her knees, lifting them, forcing her thighs apart, far widespread, until her whole naked vaginal slit was exposed to him. He placed a finger near the glisteningly moist opening, allowing the finger to move in circles in the soft fleecy hair ringing the gently throbbing lips, the buzzing vibrator sending shivers of incredible pleasure through her. Now, the finger vibrated in her cunt, running around, just inside the smooth quivering walls, contacting the sensitive flesh of the vaginal lining, deep in the wetness; then, his thumb contacted the clitoris, peeping out of its fleshy canopy above and she was sent into a paroxysm of wild, uncontrolled gyrations, her hips rising to meet that wonderfully vibrating finger in her pussy. She wanted to capture it... to keep it there ... forever.
Her head began to flail helplessly back and forth on the pillows, and droplets of sweat ran down her chest, glistening on the rounded mounds of her breasts. Her face felt fiery and flushed. The furnace-like heat in her loins was becoming almost unbearable.
"Please ... OOOooohhh! I can't stand it! Stop! Please ... stop!" she pleaded.
"Not until you say it!" he screamed at her.
"Say what ... ? What do you want me ... to say ... ?" she asked in agony, wanting, needing ... her pride preventing her from giving in.
"Tell me you want it!" he snapped. "Say, Fuck me, Ed! Please, fuck me!"
"I can't ... I can't say those ... awful words!" she moaned.
" x ou can . . . and you will say them, goddamn it!
Here-. . try this for size!" he exploded.
Suddenly, the erotic sensations caused by his moist, vibrating finger in her cunt was replaced by the feeling of something round, cold, hard and long being inserted into her open vagina, ramming into her cervix, flipping past it to stop at the back wall painfully. Looking down, she saw the hand, with the vibrator attached, grasping the butt of the big pistol, the barrel of it-in its entirety-shoved into her pussy, all the way up to the cylinder! He was fucking her with the revolver! She screamed in a frenzy. His free hand lashed out, slamming her across the mouth, cutting off her words.
" A AAA Aaaaaaagggggghh! Not that! ... please ... not the gu ...." she shrieked hysterically, the last word chopped off in her throat by the impact of his hand on her.
Oh, dear God! He's got the gun up inside me ... if it went off ... it'd kill me! Oh, my God! Help me! Please, God, help me! I'm so scared! Please help me ... now!
Alice sobbed, shaking with terror. "Wh ... what ... do you want me ... to ... to say? I'll say whatever you want me ... to ... say ... do ... whatever you want me to do! But. please ... please ... take that thing ... out of me ... !"
He slowly moved the barrel back and forth, plunging evilly, in and out, a most deadly phallus fucking into her, rubbing cruelly at the soft, silky lining of her cuntal walls. In spite of herself, her hips rose to meet it, absorb it into her, her mind-body accepting it, as she would a flesh and blood cock. Strangely, masochistically, she wanted it ... too.
Oh God! What's happening to me? Am I losing my mind ... too! What am I doing? It's the barrel of his gun ... moving in and out of me ... and yet... I can't help it! I can't help ... responding to it... !
"C'mon, baby ... say it... 'Fuck me, Ed!' " he ordered. "That's the only way I'll stop using this artificial prick and give you the real thing!"
"Please, Ed ... do it to me ..." she stammered.
"That's not good enough, baby! ... Say it loud ... loud and clear!" he commanded in a frenzy.
She heard the click as he cocked the revolver.
Oh my God, no. No! No! No!
"F ... fu ... fuck ... m ... mm ... me, Eh ... Ed ... please! I want you to ... to ... fuck me!" she managed, almost passing out from the effort.
"Now ... that's better ..." he laughed. "How do you want it?"
"Any way you want to ... Ed! Only, please ... fuck me with your ... penis ... instead ... of that ... gu ... gun!" she pleaded.
Then, she felt him remove the barrel of the heavy revolver from her cunt, the bed shift as he raised himself up. It was a great relief not to have that cold deadly instrument inside her, but she could not explain to herself why she had accepted it, making it hers, reacting to it, pumping back at it uncontrollably, with such fervor.
Hank Rollins, listening intently to the sounds coming over the speaker, came to attention quickly, his senses attuned for the meaning of something that had been said, a nuance of hysterical fear in Alice's voice.
He said, "I swear, there's something fishy going on in there ... something that's not just right .., something ... very strange!"
Susan, who was dozing at his side, opened her eyes sleepily and said, "It sure is taking them a long time... Hasn't he put it in her yet? " "He' got something in her, but it's not his cock! I'm beginning to think that it's . . . it's the gun! You don't think ... he couldn't have ... do you suppose ... ?" he said, thinking aloud.
Her eyes rolled wide, fear and terror written all over her face.
"Oh, no! My God! No!" she exclaimed, sitting up.
"What is it . . . what's wrong?" Hank asked, alarmed at her reaction.
"He did that ... to me ... once!" she confessed, her face even more contured with alarm.
"You can't mean ... that ... he actually put a gun barrel... in your cunt? " he gasped in disbelief.
"Yes ..." She choked, remembering. "He was mean drunk ... when he did it! It was horrible!"
"My God, we'll have to Alice away from him! What if he pulled the trigger? Christ!" he roared, jumping from the bed, pulling his robe together.
She grabbed his arm, restraining him. "Please, Hank, stop! Don't go in there! He's like a wild animal ... when he's like this! He might get crazy ... and start shooting ... when you walk in! You don't know him ... when he's like this! Please, Hank, stay right here with me!" she pleaded, holding his arm tightly..
Hank was really worried now. He grabbed Susan by the shoulders, digging his strong fingers into her soft flesh until she winced.
He asked, "Susan ... is there something about Ed ... about his past ... that you haven't told me ... something important that we should all know about?"
"Yes ... yes, there is, Hank. When Ed was in the army ... during the war ... he was right at the front ... killing people ... all day ... every day ... for weeks without stop! He was a killer! After the war, he was put in a mental hospital ... to be treated by special doctors ... he was eventually released but ... I've never been sure that he wasn't permanently damaged ... They even warned me that he might break down and become dangerous," she ad- mitted, painfully, carefully choosing her words. "This is the second timeihis has happened!"
"Do you mean to say that he is potentially homicidally dangerous then?" he queried.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, my God ... He could ... kill without batting an eyelash!" she affirmed.
"Well ... we've got to find a way to get her out of there ... without provoking him! Jesus! What a mess ... what a hideous mess!" the tall man muttered.
"Well, to begin with, you can undress me!" Ed ordered.
Alice did not hesitate and began stripping him until he was naked, releasing his cock from the confining clothing as she finally removed his shorts. While she was still bending, he put his hands on her shoulders and forced her back on her heels, in a subservient kneeling position before him.
"Now, you little cock-tease, you can suck my prick, for a little while ... help harden it up some more ..." he said lewdly, looking cruelly at her.
"Su .... suck ... your ... your ... thing ... ?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Yes! goddamn it! Put my cock in your mouth and get busy ... suck it.. . now!" he roared.
The revolver in his hand was raised and came around to bear on her, pointing between her eyes. His voice was deadly now. "You will not only suck my cock ... but you'll ask me for permission to do it!"
Oh, my God!
"Ed ... I ... I ... want ... to ... to suck ... on ... your . .. your cock. M . .. May I .. . ?" she stammered, finally getting the words out.
"Yes! God damn it! Put my cock in your mouth and suck it... suck it good!" he exulted.
She leaned forward blindly, awkwardly, grasping the half-hardened flesh of his prick and put it gingerly in her mouth, tasting, for the first time, the pungent maleness of a man's penis. With reluctance and a feeling of repugnance, she moved her lips in a sucking motion, as his hips responded and began moving forward and backward, thrusting the organ ever deeper into her mouth.
"Use your tongue, bitch!" he ordered. The slippery feel of his enlarging cock in her mouth, unaccountably began to become pleasant, erotic ... somehow desirable, the nerve endings inside her mouth reacting, sending their messages of voluptuousness to her numbed brain. She began to use her tongue, swirling it around and around the head, trying finally to insert the tip of it into the small slit beneath the smooth rubbery head.
Ed began talking in an almost hypnotic tone as he moved, standing there, his cock in the girl's mouth, his confused thoughts coming out in fragments.
"They're not putting anything over on me ... Ed Reynolds' too smart ... Susan thinks she's so damn smart ... can't fool me ... lying bitch! Wants a divorce ... Get a big settlement and break me ... gain control over all my holdings .... Hank and Susan planning to get rid of me. Shit! I'll show those two fools a thing or two ... Ed Reynolds can get the best of anyone! Too damned shrewd! Beat out anyone! I'll get out of this one, too! Surrounded! They're close by! I'll get out! Make a plan! Rendezvous! Shit, it's time! Where is everybody? All alone! Too late! No boat! No damn boat! Where is the fucking goddamn boat?"
Suddenly, he stopped, pulled his hardened prick from her mouth and stared down at her, his eyes blinded for a moment, his face contorted; then, his eyes' focused again on her, recognizing where he was, what he was doing.
"Stop ... that's enough!" he ordered. "Get back on the bed ... I'm going to fuck you to death, now!"
Alice had a peculiar inexplicable sensation. She was disappointed. She had thought out a simple solution ... If she were able to use her mouth on him long enough ... bring him to ejaculation ... maybe, she wouldn't have to go through the hideous agony of having him mount her ... use his organ in her vagina ... avoid being fucked. If he had an ejaculation ... maybe she could get away! At the same time, the pleasurable sensations she had momentarily felt made her want to go on ... and on to a final completion. The vision of what would happen when he came off in her mouth was before her. What would she do? She didn't know.
Her thoughts raced haphazardly in her mind. What's happening to me? Am I something dirty, too? What is there inside me making me want to keep on sucking his penis ... wanting to feel him cum in my mouth? Why, the very thought is disgusting! I could never do anything like that! I only took his ... thing ... in my mouth ... because he made me do it! Oh, dear God, he forced me to suck his cock!
She was surprised! Appalled that she could use such a word, even in her thoughts; she had never said it aloud, until Ed had forced her to say it, although, she had to admit, she had heard most of those vulgar words used before. She remembered how often she had been repulsed when Frank used those crude terms with her.
As she slowly climbed back on the bed, Ed walked over to the dresser and again searched through the drawers. He had remembered seeing it there, and ... yes, there it was. He brought out the ornate box and opening it, up, held it up for her to see.
"Hey ... lookee what I found!" he exulted. "My sweet little wife has been resorting to the use of one of these goddamned things ... so let's find out how it works on you!"
"No . . . please . . . don't . . . no, please!" she pleaded.
Her protests only annoyed him, and he came close, waving the giant dildo under her face.
"Whether you like it or not ... you're going to try it out, bitch!" he screamed at her.
The rubber device was a replica of a man's penis, manufactured of some rubbery substance. It was, at least, twelve inches long, and Alice knew from the great breadth and length of it that she would never be able to accommodate it... inside her.
"N ... N ... No! Please! That thing will split me in ..." she moaned.
"Like hell it will! Women can take anything in their soft little cunts!" he said with a vicious smile.
"Julie!" Hank exclaimed. "She's our answer! She could go in there . . . distract him
. . . then, Frank and I could get the gun away from him!"
"Do you think she's willing to do it ... ?" Susan asked, dubious.
"Hell! She'd go anywhere ... if she thinks sex is involved!" he blared out.
"But ... it's dangerous ... trying to take a gun away from someone ... like Ed ... !" she added. "It might... go off... and hurt someone!"
"Well, of course . . . it's dangerous! But what choice do we have? There's no telling when he'll go off the deep end and decide to start shooting! We'd all be possible targets ... and right now, Alice is the one in danger!" he reasoned. "C'mon ... we've got to get her out of there and get that gun away from him!"
We can t both go ... One of us should stay here and keep listening," she said with shrewd practicality. "You stay put... I'll go!"
Susan quietly made her way into the master bed room. Frank and Julie were on the bed, fast asleep in each other's arms, lying face to face, still connected, Frank's cock deep in her cunt. Julie had on leg under him, the other leg thrown over his hip, on top.
She approached and leaned over them, calling their names in a low voice. Frank opened his eyes; saw her, recognized and remembered; he was angry, hurt... betrayed.
"What the hell do you want ... you double-crossing cunt? Get the hell out of here and stay away from me!" he hissed at her.
"Wait ... Frank ... you don't understand ... I was doing all that I did for a reason ... my reason! But ... now ... now we've got real trouble!" she pleaded. "You've got to listen to me!"
Julie Rollins was awake too, now. She recognized the desperate urgency in Susan; she had sobered up somewhat, and knew that this was not Susan's nor mal way of behaving.
"For Christ's sake, Frank, shut up! ... and listen to her! I think there's really something wrong!" she ordered.
Quickly, Susan explained to them the unexpected and dangerous turn of events, telling them, also why she knew it would be a very delicate, touch and-go situation, in attempting to disarm her crazy husband.
"Believe me ... I know what he's capable doing," she finished. "If we can only get him to lay the gun down . . . maybe we can get hold of it. . . that no one will get hurt!"
"What can I do ... ?" Julie inquired.
"Join them ... make it a trio ... a real orgy ... o whatever ... anything ... that might make him for get about that gun ... !" Susan replied. "Will you do it?"
"Is ... is he good ... Sue ..-.?" Julie asked.
"Don't worry, Julie ... you won't be disappointed. He's good . .. and he's big, too!"
"You're both crazy!" Frank interrupted. "We've got to rush him ... just go in there and take the gun away from him!"
"Remember, Frank ... he's killed dozens of people! Every way imaginable ... even with his bare hands! After the war ... he was put away in a mental hospital ... for a long time . . . and I know that..."
"O.K. . . . O.K. . . . I'm beginning to understand, now," Frank responded, softly. "Yeah . . . I'm beginning to understand an awful lot of things ..."
Ed plugged the electric cord into the wall outlet. The vibrator motor inside the monstrous dildo began to hum, emitting a slight buzzing sound. He tested it against his cheek.
"HHHhhhmmmmmm," he reacted. "This ought to do something for her!" he said aloud, crawling onto the bed, beside her.
He kept the revolver in one hand, the vibrating dildo in the other. Making a quick decision, he deposited the gun on the bedside table. Alice noticed his movement and drew a deep sigh of relief, but the hugely menacing rubber cock in his hand was almost as frightening to her. God! What would she do if all she had was a choice between the two? She glanced nervously from one to the other; then she looked at his throbbing prick, sticking out, hard and long from the bristle at his crotch. Did she have a choice among the three?
Damn it! I'd rather have the ... real thing ... if I have to choose! she muttered under her breath. It's big ... and throbbing ... and it's flesh! Oh, God! This is all so insane! I only want Frank ... Frank ... Where are you ... ? Dear Lord ... what can I do ... I'm all alone and I feel so helpless ... What can I do?
"Open your legs!" he commanded.
Obediently, her legs splayed out, but she, involuntarily, dropped a hand to her crotch, covering the opening there.
"Take your hand away .. from your pussy!" he snarled at her.
"Please ... why don't you ... just ... fuck me?" she begged. "Use that big ... cock of yours ... on me ... and just fuck me ... the right way ..."
"That's it... Now you're talking! Keep it up!" he laughed, smiling, lewdly, pleased.
I bet that's it, she mused to herself. That's what he wants! He likes to hear me say those dirty words! He gets some kind of thrill out of it. Oh god, help me! Let me say the right things ... at the right time!
"OOOooohhh!" she moaned, in a sudden return to unwanted ecstasy, as he brought the huge, rubbery, vibrating head of the dildo into contact with her moistly pink vaginal opening and began to move it up and down forcing the tip of it inward, slightly, spreading her, moistening the machine with the viscous fluids of her cunt. The vibrations drove into her, searingly, the ready nerves responding against her will, overloading their messages to her brain, driving out all other thoughts . . . destroying her will. Then, the slippery rubber came against her clitoris, and the throbbing, jumping, sparking electric charge struck at her loins, consuming her with agonizingly ecstatic sexual need ... the need to be penetrated, plumbed to the depths,- filled and refilled forever and constantly with cock ... and more cock.
Her desire was now real! It was an all-consuming need to be satisfied. She had never before felt like this. Her hips moved, uncontrollably, wildly, ecstatically. Her passion was unbridled, stampeding out of control, and she began to groan, incessantly, words tumbling from her, almost incoherently. Her head flung from side to side, her eyes were wild, her mouth contorted, agonized as her neck muscles strained, wanting ... needing!
"OOOOOOOOOoooooooooohhhh! Ed! That . . . feels so good! Use it! Fuck me ... with it! Oh God! EEEEd! Put it in my cunt ... and fuck me with it! Split me! Do anything ... everything to me! But do something! Fuck me! Oh please ... fuck me! She begged in her wild uncontrolled need.
"You'll get fucked when I'm good and ready to!" he teased, a triumphant smile on his face. "In the meantime, just keep on begging for it ... I want to watch you climb the walls ... !" he laughed with a crazed cackle.
Oh dear god, I must be losing my mind, Alice thought to herself. I'm wild ... inside. I can't stand this ... I've got to have it ... got to have something ... inside me ... fucking me! Oh, god, I don't understand what's happening! I'm on fire ... and I want to be fucked. Why doesn't he fuck me? My god! If he doesn't fuck me soon, I thing I'll lose my mind!
A strange, exciting idea entered her mind. She could have both; Why not? It was too late, anyway! Her intense need had taken complete control of her; she had already become wanton, vulgar. She could even verbalize it!
"Ed ... turn around ... let me suck you ... while you fuck me with that . . . dildo! I can do it ... ! Please, let me ... ?" she pleaded. . He had triumphed and he smiled from ear to ear! "All right ... for a little while," he conceded. "But, I've got a better idea ... for later ..."
He swung his body around, until his loins were over her face, his red, throbbing, penis pointed directly at her mouth. Alice reached up, greedily, to stroke and massage his balls. Then, she hungrily thrust his long, hardened cock into her mouth and began to suck on it wildly, greedily, almost uncontrollably, as he spread the coral petals of her pussy and inserted the head of the giant replica of the male into the liquid velvet between her legs, spreading her, stretching her, painfully and wide.
The vibrations coursed through her, adding fuel to the already raging fire in her cunt; her hips ground, uncontrollably, trying at one and the same time to escape the punishing cudgel and to absorb it into her, completely. The head penetrated her, was in her all the way, stretching the soft flesh of the black hair covered opening around it. She reached down to help him, grasping the shaft in her hand, pushing, as she wriggled herself up on it. She could not reach her fingers clear around it.
My god! It's huge! How can I take all of it?
Ed pushed hard, and over one third of the length of the artificial penis disappeared into her vaginal vault. The portal was stretched horribly, cruelly. He watched, fascinated, delighted, as he shoved again, and yet another third of it went in to her, absorbed in her down-lined, glisteningly moist cunt.
Oh! It feels like I'm being cut in two ... But it's so good .. . almost heavenly ... I never knew anything could feel like this! It hurts but it feels so good. I keep wanting more!
Her gyrating hips forced her pussy to climb relentlessly up that rubber cock; he merely held it in one place, now, and she fucked it, taking more and more of it into her, until he saw that she had a full ten inches of the love machine buried in her wide stretched pussy. Again, he shoved, hard, cruelly, and it went, in all the way to the hilt ... all twelve inches of that terrible weapon had been consumed! Wildly he began to plunge it back and forth, feeling it go in all the way, unobstructed. She lay, quietly, for a few moments, overwhelmed by the ferocity of movement; then, she began to match him in counterpoint, moving her hips, rhythmically, steadily, her breath coming in short gasps, as she sucked, lips moving on him to the same beat, her head bobbing, there, under his crotch..
With muffled, hurried instructions and agreements as to their plan of action, Hank, Frank, Julie and Susan conferred in the guest room, as they listened to the lewd carnal sounds coming to them from Susan's bedroom via the recorder's monitor.
"Now remember, Julie, I'll be just outside the roof garden door ... Susan left it open on purpose .. When you get your hands on that gun ... pass it to me!" Hank told her.
"OK... I'll try my best to get it!" she replied.
"Frank ... you stay out of sight, until Julie's inside ... then stay in the hallway ... in case he tries to run!" the tall man continued.
"Got it!" Frank asserted.
"Sue ..." Hank added, looking hard at her. "You listen to this speaker carefully ... stay here and listen! Let us know ... if anything develops! Remember ... you mustn't let Ed see you!"
Hank stood up. He looked worn and worried, but he gave the command "O.K., let's go! Julie, you first!"
Julie stood alone in the hallway. She knocked lightly on the bedroom door. Inside, Ed was galvanized into action. He leaped from the bed, his prick pulling from Alice's still sucking mouth with a dull, popping sound. In one smooth movement, he scooped the heavy pistol from the bed stand and pointed it at the door. Alice stared, wide eyed, her passion unabated.
"Who's there, god damn it?" he whined.
"It's me ... Julie ... Julie Rollins," she said, softly.
Ed came padding slowly to the door, his throbbing cock standing erect before him. He stood to the side of the door, watchfully.
"What is it.. . what do you want?" he growled.
"Well ... I'm kind of ... frustrated ... Hank and I couldn't make it tonight ... and I can't sleep ... I've been hearing some groovy fun and games ... going on ... you know what I mean ... I wondered if you'd ... I thought I'd ask if I could join in ..." she said, her voice deliberately throaty, low, seductive as hell. "Have you ever played with two women at a time... ?"
The naked man carefully unlocked the door and opened it. Julie smiled at him, disarmingly, allowing her dressing gown to fall open slightly, so that he would get a glimpse of her shapely naked torso.
"C'mon in ... and join the party," he whispered gruffly. "Take off your robe and climb aboard!"
Entering the room, Julie removed her robe, flinging it onto a chair, and walked up to Ed, ignoring the revolver in his hand, as she put her arms around him, offering him her partially opened mouth and deftly locking his penis between her thighs, allowing it to penetrate part way into her already moistened cunt.
They moved in tandem as Ed shut and locked the door again.
"Woooooooow! You sure ... have a big cock!" she began. "I bet you really know how to use it to fuck a gal!"
She moved her hips back and forth, provacatively, as the head of his blood-engorged cock slid deeper into the velvety chamber below.
Suddenly, Ed pulled back away from her. He looked at her suspiciously and asked, "How'd you get in to the house ... anyway? Where's your husband?" he asked, sharply.
"Oh ... didn't Susan tell you ... ? She invited us to spend the night here. Our place is being painted and the painters left such a mess .. . and the place smells so badly ... I just couldn't take it! I told Hank we'd have to stay at a motel tonight .. . but Susan overheard us and suggested we come here. I'm sure Hank's around some place ... probably with Susan ... if I know him .. ." she replied, trying to sound convincing.
"Well ... what about young Frank Martin?" he asked.
"Oh ... he ... he passed out ... couldn't take it ..." Julie embellished.
"He was in my bedroom .. . screwing my wife!" Ed thundered.
"No ... you've got it all wrong. When you walked into the bedroom, it was me on the bed with Frank. He's not bad ... but he couldn't take it! Frank only came once before he passed out cold on top of me!" she complained.
Julie glanced at the bed where Alice lay moaning in dazed sexual agony, her hands grasping, moving, manipulating, as she fucked herself with the giant dildo.
"Oh, Ed! Look at that poor girl! She needs our expert help. She's so hot she's on the verge of cumming!" she said, changing the subject.
Going quickly to the bed, Julie pulled the dildo from Alice's hands.
"Here ... you don't need this ... you need a real man's cock in you," she said.
Alice's eyes expressed her confused relief, gratitude and desire.
Julie continued, "Come on, Ed ... give the girl a break .. . and finish what you started!"
She had succeeded in convincing and Ed moved toward the bed. He crawled onto the bed, mounting Alice, wedging himself between her splayed legs.
Using his free hand, he guided his steel-hard cock the moist, wide-open cunt quivering there .. aroused ... desperate for fulfillment. With on swift lunging motion he plumbed her to the hilt, slapping her pubic bone with his own roughly. Then leaning over, sideways, he put his gun on the bedside table.
"You need some help, Ed?" Julie called. "I'll really turn you on with this vibrator on you balls!"
As she said this, the naked woman placed the tip of the vibrating dildo against his buttocks, running down and around under to make contact with hi testicles and the base of his long rod; then, she drew it, slowly, through the crack of his ass, lingering for a long moment on the puckered anus.
"God! That's great!" he exclaimed. "Do it some more!"
Julie crawled up on the bed, changing hands she continued to hold the vibrator awkwardly, she began making another circuit, running it now down the length of him, as his monstrous cock came out of the younger woman's wildly clasping cunt on the up-stroke, leaving just the head inside He began pausing on the up-troke, waiting for the stabbing sensation of the vibrator. At the same time Julie, carefully, reached out to the nightstand for the gun, keeping up a verbal commentary on his immensity and how well he used it. It was as though he was mesmerized by her voice and the effects of the vibrator. He continued to saw in and out, rhythmically, as if he was a robot... a sexual automaton.
"You've got the largest cock I've ever seen in m life! What a gorgeous sight that is ... going inx her! Really give it to her, now Ed . . . She's just about to cum!" she urged.
Stretching her arm out a bit further, Julie succeeded in getting the gun in her hand! She raised it to the air and waved it in the direction of the door. Hank's hand appeared through the draperies and he quietly and quickly took the weapon from her and retreated to the patio. Once outside, he unloaded the revolver and dropped the shells and the gun into the shrubbery. As he did so, Hank offered a silent prayer of relief, thanksgiving, and admiration for his wife's courage and coolness.
"I wouldn't have believed it ... if I hadn't seen it, myself!" he muttered to himself.
Alice groaned, uncontrollably, beneath him; she was nearing the brink, the yawning chasm there, at her feet. She fell, lightly, into it, screaming out her ecstasy of sexual fulfillment. Thousands of neon lights flashed simultaneously in her brain, an explosion in multicolored hues of brilliant, flashing illuminations.
"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhh! I'm . . . Oh, God! I'mmmmmmmmmmmmcuuuu-uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnn-nnnnnnngggggg!" she wailed, arching off the bed to take all of Ed's blood-engored manhood inside her, spasm after spasm of convulsive climax coming to her just as she reached the top of the arch, her hips lifted far off the mattress. She slumped back, her face slack, as wave after wave of welcome, delicious euphoria swept through her. Alice Martin had just reached her first real orgasm, and she was spent, consumed, by the emotional strain. Her eyes closed and she passed out into unconsciousness ... a merciful sleep for one who had been doomed ... almost.
Julie saw that the younger girl had fainted, and she put aside the dildo, placing it on the bedside table where the gun had been resting, only moments before. She slapped Ed on the buttocks to get his attention.
"Stop .. . That's enough ... Stop, Ed! She's had hers already ... Look, she's passed out!" she began. "Now ... take me ... I'll show you some real fucking'."
Ed stopped humping the unconscious form, beneath him, and rolled over to his side, his rock-hard cock pulling, wetly, from the relaxed cunt of the unconscious girl. He was bathed in sweat, his glasses clouded from the moisture.
Julie shifted and lay down on the bed, beside Alice, and her legs spread widely apart inviting him to come into her. She lifted her thighs, rotating her naked cunt upward, toward him, the coral petals, the moisture, waiting, expectant.
"C'mon on ... lover! I want that big cock in me, now!" she said, her voice straining with desire.
The crazed man came between her legs; she took all of him on his first thrust, the interior muscles of her vaginal passage clawing up and down the length of him, caressingly. He began to pound into her without mercy.
At long last, he felt it begin, for him, back somewhere behind his balls, as the boiling cauldron overflowed, burstingly, and the thickly white semen hosed through the length of him, spewing from the head of his penis into the rose-pink lining of her clasping pussy. The pumping sensations continued and he moved with it, pummeling his rod into her until it stopped.
"My God!" he moaned. "I'm milked bone dry!"
Julie continued to use her vaginal muscles to drain him of every drop of semen. She had not had time to come to her own climax, but she was hot, now ... fully aroused. Some other cock would have to bring her to the roaring climax she needed.
Ed collapsed atop her, groaning and moaning his pleasure and relief in the slamming ejaculations. Soon, he lay still.
Hank returned to the bedroom from the patio, smiling his gratitude to his wife. Leaning over, he tapped Ed lightly on the shoulder.
"Ed! It's all over, now! I think we need to have a little talk ... and maybe invite the police over, too ..." he started.
The wealthy broker jumped off the bed, quickly, pulling his deflating penis from Julie's eager, unsatisfied cunt. Gingerly, he grabbed the dildo, shoving it into the tall advertising man's belly.
"Like hell, we will!" he snapped.
Julie couldn't help herself and giggled at the innate humor of the situation.
Then, the crazed man stared down, foolishly, to see that he held the dildo ... not the gun. He threw the thing in Hank's face and bolted for the door. He worked the lock, wrenched the door knob around, flinging the door open widely and ran through it, colliding into Frank Martin who had been standing just outside. The two men fell to the floor in a tangled mass of arms and legs. Ed was on the bottom and his glasses cracked as they hit the wall.
The crazed man managed to escape Frank's grip and gained his feet; he raced through the hallway, into the living room and out through the roof garden door. They all heard the splash, as he fell, blindly, into the swimming pool.
Hank was not far behind him by this time. He dived into the pool, subduing the older man with his superior strength and managed to bring him over to the side of the pool, pinioning him there.
"Quick ... get a sheet ... and wet it!" the tall man in control yelled.
Susan obeyed, immediately, stripping a sheet from the bed in the guest room, dipping it in the swimming pool, as Frank and Hank pulled her husband from the water.
Quickly, under Hank's able direction, they wrapped the sheet, dripping wet, securely around Ed Reynolds' body. He was tightly bound, as though he were in a cocoon. Hank used the belts from their robes to secure their captive further.
"Now ... he won't be able to get away any more!" Hank grunted.
Ed continued to struggle only briefly. He looked up at them, squinting to see their faces without his glasses. He flashed a smile, suddenly, disarmingly.
"Now . . . really! Is all this necessary . . . ?" he asked, his voice resuming its normal, controlled and rational tone.
"That depends on you, Ed!" Hank replied. You've been a bad boy ... for the past hour or so and!"
He was interrupted by Ed's surprised words.
"Oh . . . what have I done . . . that was so bad?" he asked, in an innocent, innocent, injured way.
"Well ... for one thing . . . you raped Alice . . . and threatened with a gun . . . and . . ." Hank started.
The helpless man in the wet sheet suddenly laughed out aloud. Between peals of raucous braying, he said, "C'mon now ... that's the most insane thing I've ever heard!"
"Yes ... you're right, Ed ... it is," Hank said, with a degree of compassion.
"Now ... we need to find out why you did it!"
"My wife ... Alice!" Frank suddenly exclaimed, remembering ...
He ran into the house and made for the bedroom. There she lay, still unconscious, and he flung his arms around her, contritely, feeling genuine sorrow for what she had just gone through.
"Alice ... darling ... please, forgive me," he implored.
They found them, later, his arms still around her, protectively, waiting for her to awaken from the faint. He waved them away.
"Please ... leave me alone with her," he said, his voice strained.
The trio left the room, understanding. They were aware of his torture. Then, Julie reached over, teasing Hank's flaccid organ.
"Is there any life left in it for me ...?" she cooed. "Ed got me hot back there ... but enough to ... to cum!"
Hank grinned and took his wife in his arms, as she plastered her body to his, moving her pelvis provocatively, invitingly, against his rapidly tumescent cock. He could feel the beginning of a sexual thrill, as his scrotum began to crawl. He knew he had to take her. It had been such a long time since he had! They made their way toward the master bedroom, his arms around her, massaging her magnificent, exposed marbled breast.
Susan watched them go. She was alone and felt deserted. She needed him desperately, now. Oh God! How she needed a man! She had never done it before ... but she had to! Her decision was quickly made.
She followed the Rollins', embracing them both with her arms. She did not mince words and came directly to the point.
Hank . . . Julie ...? Can I come with you? I ... need it ... too!" she admitted, plainly, her defenses down, revealing a lonely, needful woman to them.
The tall advertising executive looked at his mistress with surprise.
"You really .. . want to swing ... with us, Sue ...?"he asked.
"Yes ... please, Hank ... if ... if you'll have me. I ... I've never done it that way ... both of us ... at the same time ... and I've ... I've never asked for it ...like this... before...?"
Looking from one to the other, Julie made the decision for them, "C'mon Sue! What are we waiting for ... ?" Hank has enough for both of us ... he can take care of two woman without any trouble at all!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Frank Martin was seated at his desk, when the door to his office opened without warning and Susan Reynolds entered the room. He rose to meet her as she came around the big desk. Offering him her body, she came into his arms, easily, naturally, her pelvis grinding hard into him.
"Don't forget, now, darling," she said, reminding him for the third time. "We'll all meet at the cabin about seven-thirty ... and don't be late. Julie will be there, too."
He was disinterested, vague, preoccupied. "Year ... O.K. I haven't forgotten ... but, I don't know what time I'll get through here .. . there's tons of work that has to be finished," he stammered.
"Oh ... I may not have told you .. . Jeff Gray and Anne are coming, too ..." she added.
"No ... you didn't tell me!" he snapped. "Isn't it going to be a bit crowded?"
"Don't be silly, darling," she purred. "The cabin can easily sleep ten ... you know that!"
Brushing his lips with her own, she turned and was gone, in an instant, heading for the mountain cabin. In the car with her were Jeff Gray and his sexy wife, Anne. What was Susan planning now ...?
Jeff was the new broker associate. He was young, good-looking and very ambitious. Frank kept seeing himself in the new employee. The truth was raw and brutal... but he couldn't avoid it.
"Damn it all!" he muttered aloud. I wonder if Susan's got the hots for him, now? What the hell will I be? Oh, shit! It's just a job, anyway ... just money! But, I like where I am. It's a great feeling sitting on top of the office and running the show ... and the money's great! I guess ... I'll just keep screwing Susan and Julie ... until they get tired of me ... and decide to get rid of me. Then, it'll be some guy like Jeff Gray's turn. They'll bring him in to be their stud ... and slave, I guess. Well ... I'll just have to sit tight in the mean time ... that's the way it goes ...
Frank Martin had received almost everything he had ever wanted. He was seated in the head office of the firm, number one on the totem pole. He had power, position, money, women! What more could he possibly want? The sole responsibility for handling the client investments was his ... on behalf of Susan Reynolds and Julie Rollins. The two shrewd women, together, controlled more than seventy-five percent of the company. They were his joint bosses.
In all his life he had never had two more demanding task-masters either as employers or bed partners!
Ed Reynolds had quietly been placed in a private sanitarium without fanfare or public notice. Soon after, he had skillfully managed to break into the locked drug cabinet, unnoticed, and had taken an overdose ... ending his own life. He had outsmarted all of them, after all!
Hank Rollins had moved on to bigger and better things. Offered a top position with a Madison Avenue agency, he had moved to New York without Julie, having made up his mind that his wife, the swinger and social alcoholic, would not be a social and business asset to him in his new role. Julie did not object too much when he offered her a fat cash and securities settlement, in exchange for a fast, quiet Reno divorce. She went to Reno ... but not alone. Alice Martin accompanied her!
Alice had never been able to forgive Frank for agreeing to use her as bait in such a degrading manner. Her anger was, of course, compounded by the dangerous events that had followed. Indirectly, she admitted to herself, Frank was responsible for her sexual awakening and insatiable hunger which grew out of that traumatic experience with Ed Reynolds. For this, however, she was grateful. She had discovered a new dimension of sensual pleasure, and with Julie's help, was introduced to all the pleasures of the modern swinger. Their ten week stay in Nevada was a continual whirlwind of swinging sex parties and orgies. She, too, was hooked for good!
Alone in New York, Hank Rollins discovered that he needed a wife. Alice Martin, young, sophisticated, clean-cut, bright, personable, demure, was perfect. He had become increasingly attracted to her. Shortly after her divorce, he married her. He had no idea that she had become an exact duplicate of sensuous, hard- drinking Julie and that he would once again trap himself.
Frank, morosely, diffidently, cleaned up his desk and rang for his secretary. The lithe red-head came into his private, imposing office, her sharp, provocative eyes fixed on him, questioning, inviting. He glanced up at her, then turned away, quickly. There was only a passive expression on his face.
"I'm going away ... for the weekend," he said, gruffly.
Her expression changed, disappointment evident in her clear features.
"Oh ..." she said. "Then ... everything's off ...for this evening ...?"
He avoided her eyes, muttering. "I ... I have to go! There's no way I can get out of it. You know that... don't you...?"
"It's .. . Susan ... isn't it?" she asked, knowingly.
"Yes ... Susan ... and Julie ..." his voice was hoarse and low. "Maybe ... I can get away ... early ... on Sunday .. . and call you when I get back ..."
She turned to leave. Frank rose quickly from his chair and came around the desk to face her. He pulled her to him and she melted into his arms, her mouth hungry on his lips, her body plastered to him eagerly; then, she broke away from him, abruptly. She smiled. It was a weary smile, wistful, resigned.
"I'll be waiting," she said, "if you decide you want me!"
"God damn it!" he snapped. "You know that I do. I have no choice. We'll just have to wait until Sunday!"
"Well ... at least ... you won't be lonesome! I'm sure Susan and Julie will keep you busy ..." she teased, bitterly.
"Oh ... and don't forget Anne Gray ... she's coming, too." he added, flatly. "Just another business partner to contend with!
"Tell me, Frank ... just where do I fit into your life?" she asked, serious, now.
"You're pure pleasure, baby ... pure pleasure for me!" Frank answered.
Frank grabbed his jacket and walked out into the main office, through the noise and clatter of typewriters, office machines and busy desks. As he started his new, expensive convertible, he glanced up at the tall, modern office building. This was finally his, in his control, the head of the firm! It was a hollow victory, somehow. So many things had changed ... he had everything he had ever wanted ... but... somehow ... nothing had changed ... and was only an order taker ...
