It has been said that the key to salvation often lies in the very thing we fear most; the story that is about to unfold illustrates this theme with dramatic impact. Using the background of the modern urban sprawl that is Los Angeles, the author carefully examines the paradoxes of life in today's turbulent American society and their effect on the typical young couple.
Bill and Lori Taylor have been married for almost a year, and on the surface they appear to be an ideal pair. Bill, handsome and intelligent, is one of the ablest young lawyer's in the stable of an influential law firm. His radiantly beautiful wife, Lori, is an attractive and voluptuous woman, yet their marriage is in serious trouble. Under constant pressure at work, Bill is often away from his wife for long periods of time, often with glamorous females. His wife is tormented by sexual fears that are sublimated into an abnormal resentment of his frequent absences and jealousy of his provocative clients. Their clashes become more and more frequent until the very foundation of their marriage seems on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, into this volatile situation, fate throws a dramatic thunderbolt.
In the fast moving narrative that follows, you will meet a parade of characters vividly representative of the wide varieties of cultures and life styles that exist side by side in most big cities, particularly Los Angeles. With exceptional attention to detail and clarity, Faye Jackson takes us from the sleek, modern freeways to the palm-studded hills of Hollywood, from the hippie-motorcyclists dives of Laurel Canyon to the Pacific Coast enchantment of Malibu, as our young couple find themselves face to face with people and places totally alien to their normal life. You'll meet Edy Randall, a tempestuous film actress with strange, wanton tastes; Spyder, the motorcycle outlaw with degenerate ideas, and his girl friend, Rina, who has the mind of a child and the body of a woman; plus a shocking assortment of characters representative of the denizens of almost every modern American metropolis.
Written with graphic precision, no effort has been spared to give the reader a clear and vivid picture of the many ironies that confront all of us. It is our hope that by presenting this story in all it's stark reality, a very real lesson will be transmitted that signals a stirring note of hope and makes an urgent plea for tolerance and human understanding.
The publishers are grateful to the author for providing us with this brilliantly written thesis: we present it with great pride, and hope you, the readers, share our enthusiasm for this spellbinding social document.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Bill Taylor stood naked in the spacious bedroom of the attractive high-rise luxury apartment he shared with his wife, Lori, in an exclusive section of Los Angeles. He had come home late that Friday night because his boss at Carey Associates, one of the biggest law firms in the city, had called him in on an emergency meeting. BUI was given an unexpected assignment: spending the weekend with Edy Randall, the movie star, to draw up contracts for her new television production company. He had protested.
"I promised my wife we'd spend the weekend together," he told his boss. "She's going to be awfully disappointed."
"Can't help it, Bill," Ed Carey had said sternly. "Edy Randall is one of our biggest clients and it's up to us to keep her happy. Now she wants these contracts drawn up by Sunday night and won't take no for an answer. You're the best man for the job and I want you at her Malibu hideout first thing Saturday morning. All right? I'm sure Lori will understand."
But gazing down now at his wife, sleeping like a child on the wide queen-size bed, Bill wasn't so sure. She had been growing more and more angry of late because of his unexpected conferences and long weekends away from her. She had even accused him of cheating on occasion, which was certainly untrue.
Christ! Bill thought as he looked at the sensually reclining form of his wife, Why the hell would I want to cheat?
Indeed, the bright moonlight that poured into the darkened room fell across the bed and richly illumined every ravishing curve of his wife's voluptuous body. Her long mahogany-colored hair framed her perfect face in thick, silky strands that fanned out on the white pillow; her almond-shaped eyes, closed in rapturous sleep, her slender aquiline nose and alabaster skin, her sensual, wetly parted lips, half-open now in her dream state, all were a warm invitation to pleasure and excitement. She lay across the bed clad only in her sheerest short nightie, and Bill guessed she must have fallen asleep waiting for him to come home.
God, she's gorgeous!
His long cock, which until now had hung limp and heavy between his powerfully muscled legs, stirred to life as his eyes roved down to watch Lori's ripely pointed breasts rise and fall like the waves of the ocean beneath the sheer pink material. He could see the tantalizing outline of her nipples surrounded by brownish haloes. Further down he looked with growing lust at her smooth stomach, her slim waist that gave way to the sensuous bloom of her hips. The material of the short nightie had been pulled up as she slept and revealed the sparse softly curling pubic hair that concealed the warm, sleepy vee of her pussy: her long legs were splayed apart lewdly.
She almost looks like something from an obscene movie, he thought happily to himself, the way her nightie is pulled up. Man, if she only knew how incredible she looks!
His cock now lurched achingly erect. His tall, well-muscled body became excited with tingles of erotic longing as he reached down and very carefully undid the tie of his wife's nightgown and let it fall open, revealing her entire body naked to the warm caress of the moonlight.
Oh Baby, Bill thought excitedly, don't you know there's no reason in the world I'd want to cheat on you! You're all I'll ever need!
He gazed openly and unashamedly at his radiant wife, who looked so peaceful in her slumber. His hand absently roved down to his pulsing, rock-hard penis that quivered with anticipation. The palm of his hand felt cool as he fondled his warmly muscled shaft of male flesh. His randy excitement increased as he slowly began to massage his hotly throbbing cock while he gazed over every inch of Lori's body. Her tawny, pinkish skin was almost translucent in the evening light, and the full orbs of her firm young breasts seemed to radiate little sparkles of light. Hypnotized by her half-opened mouth, he leaned down across the bed and kissed her.
The touch of his lips against hers was sweet and thrilling. His hand still worked lustily over his blood-gorged prick as he pressed his mouth harder against his wife's moistly open lips. Slowly his tongue moved inside the dark cavern, like a curious little snake, exploring every inch of the interior, running over her teeth and then further into the warm softness. Sensing his kiss, while she continued to sleep blissfully, Lori began to writhe erotically as if in a lewd dream. Feeling her response. Bill's mind exploded with happiness.
Christ, she's not resisting! Maybe she's broken through all that damn uptightness she's had these past few months!
As if in a movie montage. Bill's mind raced back over the past few months. They had been married nearly a year. At first, their marriage was a completely happy one, but after awhile Lori had begun to develop strange sexual fears which began to badly affect their love making. Raised since childhood by a spinster aunt who had taken her in when her parents died in a plane crash, the girl had been taught to fear men and reject physical love as gross animal carnality; thus she was withdrawn to the point of extreme introversion when she met Bill.
Now the young lawyer climbed onto the bed and let his body hover over the sleeping woman's, savoring the exciting warmth that vibrated from her sleeping form. His heatedly pulsating cock rested on her soft stomach, and he moved his hips back and forth slowly, as if fucking, teasing his long hard penis with easy, sensual movements across the nakedly smooth skin of his wife's voluptuous body. He remembered the first time he had seen her in a Los Angeles coffee shop near his office. She was a secretary then, on her lunch break. Seated at the counter in a tight sweater and hip-hugging short skirt and high heels, he had thought she must be a young movie hopeful. Indeed, her lustrous hair that fell like a silky mane halfway down her back and her beautiful face with piercing brown-gold eyes, were at least as desirable as any made-up, eager starlet he had seen in his travels through Hollywood. But there was something about her that was real and honest, something that set her apart from the other girls. His cock had sprung to life the instant he had set eyes on her that day, just as it was now, rubbing tantalizingly over the velvety planes of her stomach and grazing against the "vee" shaped triangle of her pubic mound.
Oh, honey, I love you so much, he thought, as he pressed his lips eagerly against her warm mouth once more.
He remembered how he had followed her that first day from the luncheonette and caught up with her on the street. She had been aloof and cold at first, but after awhile she had succumbed to Bill's easy, pleasant manner and had given him her phone number. He had even managed to charm the spinster aunt with whom she lived, and after a whirlwind courtship, they had been married. At first everything had been fine. Lori was the perfect wife and Bill had been complimented by his peers and superiors alike for having had the foresight to choose such a loving, companionable mate. Whenever they were at parties the other men fairly drooled with envy when they caught sight of his ravishing, yet demure bride. She had the body of a goddess, but the manner of a shy doe. Although she had been quite passive in her sexuality, it didn't seem to matter as Bill had only to look at her to find himself growing hot and excited. Often, he remembered, he would be in the middle of a long boring business meeting, and the thought of his wife would make his cock lurch instantly to life to the point that he thought he would cum right there in the office at the merest memory.
Then, after a few months, trouble developed. Lori's sexual disinterest grew to the point of cold frigidity; fear replaced the passivity, and Bill grew more and more frustrated as he felt his wife lying there night after night in cold, unresponsive inactivity.
"I just need time, Bill," she had said repeatedly. "It's because of Aunt Dorothy. She hates men. And she taught me to be afraid of sex. I'll get over it. I will! Just give me time."
But her coldness only grew worse, and finally began to manifest itself in an abnormal resentment of Bill's late hours at the office and a growing jealousy of his clients, who were often female. Indeed, when his boss had told him he would have to see Edy Randall that weekend he feared another angry scene with Lori. He had dreaded coming home, as she was already bitchy to him over the phone when he called to say he'd be late. But now, as she lay so peacefully on the bed and responded so lovingly to his kisses, he began to think perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps there was new hope for their relationship for right now she was anything but cold and aloof. . . especially as he kissed her even more deeply and let his body lower slowly until he could feel her firmly pointed breasts graze against his chest. It was then that she began to squirm erotically against him.
"Mm mm mm...." she murmured in her sleep.
Bill was madly excited now, and began to cover her face with kisses. She was sweet as cream and absolutely desirable. He blew lightly into her ear and felt her stirring like some wonderfully awakening animal. Her legs began to slither against the silky coverlet of the wide bed. Bill's massively thick cock was rubbing now against her sleek inner thighs as his body twisted and writhed against hers.
Man, he thought. This is fantastic'
"Lori," he whispered softly in her ear, "Lori, I love you."
Smiling happily, Lori's eyes fluttered open. She gazed up lovingly at the face of her husband. Still half-groggy with sleep, she could see the Nordic blond hair that set off his bronzed, handsome face. She could almost see his clear, deep blue eyes in the hazy darkness, the eyes that seemed to her as blue as the Mediterranean. Her hands reached up lazily and began to caress the slim, muscular body of her husband.
"Oh Bill...Bill...." she murmured softly.
Carefully, he eased down next to her on the bed and, still kissing her hotly, he let his hand rove through the furry tangle between her legs until it found the warmly moist slit of her cunt. His fingers played with the softly petaled edges of her tight young pussy and finally found the erect little bud of her clitoris. Artfully he massaged the tender area until he felt the nerve-filled nub begin to stir to life like a miniature phallus. Then he began to suck lightly on her right nipple as he massaged her vaginal cleft, delighted that she was in no way resisting. It seemed as if she was no longer even angry about his lateness. He would break the news about the weekend after a long, sensuous fuck, he thought. Perhaps she might be more receptive after an ecstatic lovemaking session.
Lori lay back, her eyes still closed, allowing her husband free rein over her rapidly awakening body. She felt tingles of erotic delight wash over her as he teasingly massaged her clitoris and sucked artfully on her breasts, first one and then the other.
"Oh, Baby, let me fuck you..." Bill whispered. "Let me slip my cock into that hot little pussy of yours...."
Suddenly Lori felt a shock pass through her, as if someone had jolted her with electricity. Like a hallucination, the face of her spinster aunt flashed before her like a witch from a hideous childhood fairy tale.
"Animals! Animals!" her aunt's voice hissed at her from the dim recesses of memory. "All they want is to degrade a woman and make her filthy! Dirty! Like a gutter whore! It's a horrible sickness, Lori! Never forget that!"
Involuntarily Lori felt herself withdraw from Bill's loving seduction. Her body seemed to freeze up and her lips drew back in a straight line of bitter resentment. She tried to resist the power of her aunt's words that had been repeated over and over to her since childhood...but she was helpless against the old maid's warning.
"Bill. . no . . " she moaned in fear and terror, "please ... I can't..."
Hearing his wife's words and already sensing her withdrawal as her body lost all of the sensuous softness it had only moments ago, Bill felt himself growing angry.
Goddamn, he thought. Here we go again! Christ, we haven't had a good fuck in three months! Is this going to go on forever?
But he didn't want to be harsh with his wife, and so he kissed her tenderly, fighting back the growing sense of bitter resentment; perhaps, if he was very cautious and easy with her, she would relax. He tried caressing her skin with his hand, gently stroking her to ease her tension and massaging the warmly fleshed mounds of her breasts.
"It's all right baby," he whispered softly. "Don't be afraid. It's going to be all right. Just relax. Relax. I love you."
He let his hand slide down Lori's body and poised for a moment at the entrance to her pussy; then slowly he began to slide his outstretched middle finger into the wet channel, taking pains to be infinitely tender. His carefulness was to no avail and he felt the muscles of her tight little cunt tighten in refusal; he could almost feel her body withdraw in horror at his touch.
"Honey," he said, reminding himself to be gentle, "it's all right. Relax. Relax."
He inserted his finger further, but it was no use.
"Bill...please, you're hurting me...please...."
There were tears in her eyes, and her words had a tinge of hysteria in them. Bill suddenly withdrew his finger from her pussy and lay back on the bed, frustrated, trying to fight the growing anger that mushroomed in him with alarming intensity. It was the same thing night after night! Refusal! Withdrawal!
How fucking much am I supposed to take, he thought bitterly. I'm breaking my ass Irving to build a career so we can get a house outside of this goddamn crazy city, and she treats me like a teenager who's hot under the collar and wants to fuck her in the back seat of a car! I'm her husband, for chrissakes!
But he said nothing. He lay next to his wife and stared at the ceiling, trying to mask the deep unhappiness he felt.
Lori knew Bill was disturbed, but she was powerless to do anything. Her fears had been growing over the last few months and she was unable to deal with them. She sat up in bed and slipped the sheer nightie on again, to cover her body and ease the shame and loathing she felt. She didn't knew what to say to her husband. A cold silence fell over the room, a silence they both had come to know well. There seemed no way to break through it.
"Bill," she said finally, in timid, halting words, "I know it's been hard. I...I've been trying, please believe me. I've tried the best I know how. But...but you've...you've been away so much...."
"Honey," Bill said, a little sharply, "you know I have to be away because of the job. That house we both want in the San Fernando Valley costs money and the only way we're going to get it is if..."
"I know ... I know...." she said, trying to placate his growing anger, "but...well, I need you so much. I get so frightened ... . and when you're not around I don't know what to do...Maybe...." her eyes brightened. "Maybe we can make this weekend like a second honeymoon. If we're together the whole two days we can be like we were when we were courting...." She began to grow enthusiastic as the idea of a romantic weekend took hold. "Yes... oh Bill, we could even drive up the coast to Carmel...and maybe rent a room at one of those places by the sea. I know it would help!"
Bill closed his eyes and remained silent. How could he tell her now that he had to be away on business all weekend?
"Bill?"
Lori's voice sounded so small and vulnerable. He turned away from her on the bed.
"Bill, what's wrong?"
"Lori.. . it's about the weekend."
Lori froze, anticipating what he was going to say.
"Carey called me into the office tonight...that's what the conference was all about...and he...."
"He has an assignment for you ... for the weekend. Is that it?"
"Yes ... I tried to get out of it. Honey, you know I wanted this weekend as much as you do, but..."
Before she knew what was happening, Lori felt the tears cascading down her cheeks. She tried to hold them back but there was no stopping them. Her body shook with sobs, and she Drought her hands to her face to conceal the despair that washed through her like a tidal wave.
"Baby, don't cry," Bill said, trying to calm her down. "We'll do it another time. Next weekend."
He tried to embrace her but she drew back coldly.
'There won't be a next weekend," Lori spat through her tears. "Carey will call you into the office and take care of that somehow."
Bill resented the sharpness in her voice. It wasn't his fault only that all this had happened. She knew a lawyer's life was unpredictable when she married him.
Where the hell does she come off blaming me, he thought angrily. If she wasn't so goddamn uptight we might not be in this shape!
"Who is it this time?" she asked. "Some young starlet suing her producers?" Her voice had become cold and even. The tears stopped. She rose and moved away from the bed, gazing out the window to the teeming street ten stories below their apartment window.
"It's Edy Randall. She's making a comeback with a television series, and she's forming her own production company. Our firm is handling all the contracts. They have to be drawn up this weekend, and Carey says I'm the only man for the job. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is."
Lori stared down at the cars gliding along the wide streets, and at the late-night denizens of Los Angeles hurrying to and fro. Edy Randall! she thought bitterly. She remembered the tempestuous black-haired beauty from dozens of films. In her heyday she had been the sex symbol for an entire generation. Her films had made a fortune, and she was voted top box-office star for ten straight years. Lately, though, her career was foundering, and she was turning to television to revive her popularity. But Edy Randall was still in her late twenties, and had a body that drove men wild. She had even been married for awhile to some sort of Middle Eastern potentate. Lori felt herself suddenly become uncontrollably jealous of a woman she had never met. That Randall bitch was getting all the attention that was, by rights, hers. Edy would spend the time with her husband that she, herself, wanted so desperately. Lori's face became a mask of resentment.
"Honey?" Bill called from the bed, seeing his wife almost transfixed at the window. "Look, I'm sorry."
Suddenly his wife turned from the window, a strange smile slashed across her face, clearly visible in the bright moonlight.
"Sorry? Why be sorry?" she said. "You'll have a nice cozy weekend with Edy Randall. I'm sure she'll give you all the comfort and understanding you'll want."
"What?" Bill sat bolt upright in bed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about," Lori said angrily.
Bill was shocked seeing this sudden transformation of his wife from a gentle, withdrawn beauty to a bitterly resentful female. He had seen it before, but had tried to ignore it.
But now, seeing her cruel sneer and hearing her bitchy remarks, he felt anger welling up inside him again.
"Look," he said, trying to remain calm, "I've had about as much as I can take."
"Don't worry," Lori said flippantly, "what you can't get from me, I'm sure you can get from Edy Randall."
"You bitch! YOU BITCH!" Bill screamed, all the pent-up fury suddenly exploding unrestrainedly. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"
Lori drew in her breath, as surprised as Bill at the cruelty of her own remarks. But she seemed unable to control it.
What's happening to me? she thought wildly.
Bill leapt from the bed and stood nakedly angry and trembling in rage before her.
"What the hell's the matter with you?"
"Oh, leave me alone," the bewildered young wife cried, unable to stand the horrible turn of events. "I'm confused ... I don't feel well. Oh, Bill!"
Her mind was a stormy torrent of conflicting thoughts. Fear and jealousy mixed like a bitter poisonous drug that flooded her mind with anxiety and hate.
"You think I'm cheating, is that it? YOU THINK I'M CHEATING WITH OTHER WOMEN, DONT YOU?" He screamed the words, hoping she'd say "yes" so he could slap some sense into her.
Bill was furious. Month after month of frustration and disappointment now welled up with the fury of a hurricane. His eyes bulged wildly, as he stared at his voluptuous wife
she was his wife, she was ravishingly beautiful, and yet...HE COULDNT TOUCH HER! He hated her for her unreasonable frigidity, and now as he watched her beautiful face turn ugly with bitchy, unfounded accusation, he felt himself losing control.
"ANSWER ME!" he shouted.
"Don't shout at me," Lori retorted sharply.
"I'LL DO ANYTHING I FUCKING WELL WANT!" he screamed back, his vision clouding with turbulent anger.
"DON'T USE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE WITH ME!" she snarled in return. "SAVE THAT FOR EDY RANDALL!"
"GODDAMN YOU!"
Lori tried to move away from Bill, seeing the twisted look of uncontrolled fury on his face, but he grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"Let go of me," she cried, twisting desperately to get free. "LET GO!"
"NOT UNTIL I'M FINISHED WITH YOU, YOU REFRIGERATED BITCH!"
As his anger boiled wildly, his massive cock sprang throbbingly erect, driven by the strange mixture of lust and power that flamed through his body like a forest fire. Suddenly he ripped away her little pink nightie with one savage stroke. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her to him; his hot mouth sought hers, found it, closed over it, and his tongue flashed searingly into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She fought against him, trying to break his pinning grip, trying to free her bruised mouth from his - but she was too weak against his brutal masculinity. She felt his mammoth, madly pulsating penis grind against her naked loins, felt its lust-lubricated head leave a hot snail-like trail across her belly, and a sudden dread rose in her throat. She had never seen him like this!
No! No! her mind screamed. This can't be happening! Dear God, this is a nightmare, some evil, wicked figment of my imagination! What's happening? NO!
"I'm going to fuck you right now," he snarled lasciviously. "FUCK THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU!"
Before she could protest, his strong arms shoved her across the room onto the bed, and in an instant he was on top of her like a hungry, slavering animal. She tried to rake his bare back with her nails, but he had her arms pinned in such a way that she was defenseless against him. He kissed her furiously while his rigidly throbbing penis rubbed harshly over her softly resilient flesh.
Their nakedly writhing bodies were stretched out on the bed as Bill trailed moistly hot kisses down along her throat and over her chest to the rising globe of one perfectly nippled breast, where he took the bud between his teeth and bit harshly, cruelly.
"ANNNNNGGGGH! NO! NOOOOOO!" she screamed, feeling pain shoot through her, but Bill was deaf to her cries. Continuing to suck and bite hard first on one nipple, and then the other, his hand slipped roughly down between their naked young bodies, his fingers sliding through the moist, softly wet pubic triangle to force their way between her tightly closed thighs.
I'm going to pick up exactly where I left off he thought wildly. Damn her! DAMN HER!
The palm of his hand was resting flatly against the warmly wet pussy lips, fingers probing viciously at the region near her puckered little anus, as he began to slide his hand up and down with lewdly impatient strokes in her cringing cuntal slit. His fingers slid into the tight, elastic vaginal opening, harshly working to bring involuntary lubrication from the walls as she twisted helplessly in his grip.
"Noooo...." she moaned, resisting him still. "PLEASE!"
Ignoring her cries, he raised up and held her arms pinned at her sides, while he slipped one knee between her legs. She resisted his attempts to splay wide her thighs, causing him to pull his lips back over his teeth and snarl, "You bitch! Spread those goddamn legs so I can see all of that ice-cold pussy of yours! Now! Do it!"
A tremor of fear wound its way rapidly through Lori's flesh, for she had an instinctive feeling that he would hurt her somehow, injure her if she didn't give in.
Bill grinned obscenely down at the spectacle which his horrified young wife's spreading of her legs presented to his lusting gaze. He released one of her arms and grabbed his wildly pulsating cock as he lowered himself over her trembling young body. He placed the lust-bloated, purplish head at the entrance to her wetly cringing vagina, teasing along the rich cuntal valley, poised and ready...
Suddenly, without warning, he levered forward with a vicious, almost gleeful cry and drove his great hot length of hardened cockflesh into her tightly clasping pussy, reveling in the warm moist feel of her sensitive inner walls expanding around his invading cudgel an ecstatic delight swirled through his sperm-laden balls at the touch of her cervix on the blood-raged knob as he buried his thick fleshy sword to the hilt in the warm sheath of her helplessly cringing cunt.
"AAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUGGGGGGH!" Lori screamed in pain at his brutal entrance, her hips jerking up and her legs rising in involuntary protest at his forceful rape of her genitals. Bill's hotly eager lips found her mouth and, crushing down, he choked off her cries with his tongue.
Without mercy, the young lawyer began to saw in and out of her with long, lunging strokes, pulling his monstrously thickened shaft almost all the way out before ramming forward to bury it completely again. Each time he flexed forward, the hairy sac of his testicles slapped resoundingly against her twisting, upturned buttocks.
"Bill . . ." she screamed after he removed his mouth. "You're hurting mee! OOOOHHHH!!"
But her husband was mindless with a crazed lust now, with his desire for release, with his need to ravage this woman who, for months, had coldly denied him what any man had to have. His long heatedly throbbing cock rammed again and again relentlessly into the tight passage up between her widespread legs...and soon ... he could feel the heat in his balls growing hotter and hotter . ..
Lying helpless beneath his impalement, tears of pain and humiliation moistened Lori's cheeks as she felt torn asunder by the unmerciful rope by her husband. Tormenting visions of her tight-lipped aunt and the voluptuous Edy Randall flashed through her mind in vicious accompaniment to this brutal assault on her defenseless loins.
Oh please, her mind pleaded mutely, have your orgasm! Please have your orgasm AND LET THIS BE OVER! PLEASE!
Then, in order to achieve what she so desperately wanted, Lori endeavored to help her husband climax. She began to jerk and twist her hips in a circular motion, opening and closing her cuntal passage with a muscular action she had previously not thought possible. Bill was mewling into her mouth now, his heart hammering louder than her own, his hands sliding beneath her, his fingernails digging cruelly into the nakedly bearing flesh of her ass cheeks as he pounded into her mercilessly.
'That's it, that's it," he cried, feeling Lori begin to writhe her body beneath his. "Fuck me, baby, oh yeah, FFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK...FUUUUUCCCCCKKK!"
The young wife tried to shut her ears to the foul words, striving even harder to obey his command, churning her hips wildly, madly now, squeezing his prick with her vaginal muscles harder and harder.
He's gone crazy, she thought as the pain rose horribly. Crazy! Oh God, oh God, maybe Aunt Dorothy is right! This is horrible! HORRIBLE!
Bill felt the boiling fluid winding and gushing through his balls, and in a sudden explosion of unbearable excitement the first jet of hot, white sticky semen burst though the lust-bloated head of his wildly jerking cock to shoot heatedly into Lori's tight little cunt. He heaved himself into her as the first machinegun-like spurt was followed by another, then another. He moaned incoherently as his long thick penis jerked and twitched in her wetly clasping pussy, emptying his load of cum in what, to Lori, seemed to be a never-ending torrent of humiliation and degradation. She felt her body cringe in pain as her husband spewed the last of his gushing load into her exhausted vagina, the walls of which felt bruised and burning. She had shared none of his excitement and ecstasy, and waited only for the entire loathsome event to be over.
At last Bill collapsed with a grunt, pressing her soft body down against the bed. His cock began to deflate, and he finally slipped it from the semen-inundated hole of his wife's cunt. He slid off of her and lay back on the bed. Within minutes he was sound asleep, breathing heavily, completely exhausted by the brutal attack, yet somehow, completely satisfied.
Lori lay next to him in the room that was still flooded with moonlight. Outside she could still hear the cars and noises that characterized the exciting night life of Los Angeles. She felt lost and alone, confused and sickened by what had taken place.
"Oh please, God, please help me," she cried softly into the night.
Hours later, she fell into a tense, troubled sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
At ten o'clock the next morning Lori was vacuuming the thick carpet in the bright sunlit living room. She was barefoot, and wore only tight denim pants and a blouse that tied at the waist. Bill had risen and left before she had even begun to stir.
It's just as well, she thought bitterly. I don't think I could have stood a confrontation this morning. Not after what he did to me last night.
Her vaginal area still throbbed, an aching reminder of their clash over Edy Randall. She had never seen her husband lose control like that, and he had certainly never been so brutal or violent in his lovemaking. Remembering the loss of the anticipated weekend, Lori suddenly switched off the vacuum cleaner and sat quickly on the plush sofa, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
What's happening to my marriage, she thought tearfully. Why am I so plagued by this jealousy? What's wrong with me?
She knew much of the fault lay with her difficulties in freeing the erotic part of her nature.
But I've been trying, God knows I've been trying to overcome it I She resented her husband for his cruel rape, for his extreme irritation with her difficulties. It seemed to her that he cared more for his business activities and his career than for her. She sighed deeply, utterly weary of the whole problem. It was a vicious circle to her, a puzzle with no solution. Their marriage, which had begun so brightly, now was in a serious decline, and there seemed to be nothing that could be done - Lori rose from the couch and gazed about the spacious living room. It was furnished simply but elegantly, in carefully chosen Danish modern furniture. The walls were graced with beautiful charcoal etchings and pastels. Bill's hi-fi, mounted on shelves, nearly covered an entire wall, and another wall was glass windows from floor to ceiling which gave a breathtaking view of Los Angeles, sprawled like a sleeping, sensuous female across miles of California desert land. In the distance the blue Pacific sparkled and hypnotized Lori's eyes as she gazed at it gleaming in the morning light.
The young wife loved the ocean; it was the best thing about Los Angeles because she had never felt at home in the city itself. The people seemed so strange and bizarre to her! When she had been very young her parents had lived in the East. Now she could barely remember the graceful Connecticut country home where she had lived those blissful early years before the plane crash that took the lives of her mother and father. After that it seemed her world had ended. Suddenly she had been transported across a huge continent to live with an aunt she had never seen before.
Aunt Dorothy, she thought sadly. I guess she tried to raise me the best way she could. She was so unhappy, and so afraid of everything, especially men.
She remembered her years with her spinster aunt, living almost like a recluse, having very few friends - and those few handpicked by her diligent relative. She knew only school, and the deadly quiet of her aunt's house, filled with Victorian knick-knacks and antiques. She had taken a secretarial course in high school and as soon as she graduated got a high-paying job in a Los Angeles accounting office. Then, hardly eighteen, she met Bill - practically her first boyfriend. And it was love at first sight.
When she first saw him in the luncheonette, dressed in a pearl-gray suit, blue shirt and blue-green tie, he seemed to be the handsomest man in the world. He was tall and slender and had Nordic blond hair, nearly white, and deep, penetrating blue eyes, as vividly blue as his shirt. She could scarcely believe it when he caught up with her on the street and charmed her into a date.
Even Aunt Dorothy liked him, she remembered.
It seemed only a few months before they were married. It was like a dream come true! Cinderella had found her Prince, and now all there was to do was wait for a happy ending. But the happy ending seemed nowhere in view at the moment.
A doorbell interrupted her reverie.
Now who could that be?
She was expecting no one. She walked to the door and called out before opening it.
"Who is it?"
"Grocery boy," the voice said on the other side.
Puzzled, Lori unlocked the door, but opened it only as far as the chain-lock would allow. She saw a swarthy, darkly handsome, long-haired young man in a white delivery coat with two bags of groceries.
"Is this the Taylor's apartment?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes, but I didn't order any groceries."
"Are you sure? I mean this is the address and name they gave me...They usually don't make mistakes."
"I'm positive."
Suddenly she thought perhaps Bill might have ordered some food without telling her. It seemed improbable, but it might be true.
"Well," she said somewhat hesitantly, "come in. But I don't think they're for me."
"Gee, I'd appreciate it," the young man said. "These bags weigh a ton."
Lori undid the lock and swung the door wide. The youth moved into the apartment, and Lori closed the door behind him. Suddenly she felt herself being shoved aside.
"What's going on?" she asked somewhat fearfully. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure we won't be interrupted, that's all."
Lori was seized with fear; the world seemed to jolt off its axis as she watched the dark intruder locking her apartment door. He had dropped the bags on the floor, and she saw that there were no real groceries in them, only paper and empty cartons, made to appear like bags of groceries!
"Oh God," she cried. "Who are you?"
The young man turned to Lori, his dark eyes nearly paralyzing her with the intensity in them.
"Spyder's the name, bitch."
Her mind exploding with alarm, Lori saw him unbuttoning his delivery coat. He had a tall laborer's build, with long black straight hair. His skin was dark, and Lori guessed he must be Italian or Greek. His face was craggy and fierce, yet frighteningly handsome, in spite of the round gold earring in his left ear. Suddenly, as he took off his white jacket, Lori realized that he was a motorcycle outlaw! For under the jacket he wore only a ragged, greasy denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off. The jacket was decorated with Nazi emblems and cloth patches from brand-name oil and beer companies; silver studs, crudely hammered into the dirty denim, gleamed in the sunlight; and laced around the shoulder holes were thin strips of rawhide. He wore no shirt underneath, fully revealing his thickly muscled arms and their bulging, tattooed biceps; his chest, sculpted like a boxer's, was tufted with dark curling hair. His stomach muscles rippled with rock-hard flesh above the tight low-cut Levi dungarees. Lori guessed they must be what she had heard were called "originals", which were jeans never washed from the day the outlaw is initiated into his club. The tight material molded to every inch of his massive thighs and was stained with grease and dirt; rips and holes, from months of heavy wear on his motorcycle, showed patches of dark, hairy flesh beneath. The bulge of his crotch, incredibly huge, was an obscenely vulgar mound.
He isn't wearing any underwear, she thought, icy prickles of terror racing through her, as she saw the vivid outline of his cock, like a thick piece of hose beneath the tight material. He wore dirt-encrusted, black, silver-buckled boots.
"Like what you see, cunt?" he asked, seeing her eyes rove almost uncontrollably over his massive, muscular frame.
"What...what do you want here?" she asked fearfully.
He laughed harshly.
"What do I want? Revenge, baby, revenge. You dig?"
"What are you talking about? I've never seen you before in my life!"
"No? Think again, babe. You have seen me before, you just don't remember it!"
Lori racked her brain but couldn't remember where she had seen him before. I don't remember you...." she said, tears forming on her eyelids. "You're playing some kind of game with me...why? Why?"
"You mean you don't remember the Satan's Studs?"
Satan's Studs!
Suddenly Lori's mind flashed back to a notorious courtroom murder case that Bill had been involved in. A motorcycle outlaw was accused of murdering a movie producer in his apartment. The outlaw gang was called...Satan's Studs!
"Yes," she said. 'Yes, now I do remember. That murder, last year...."
"Now you've got it! Your fucking prick of a husband sent my best buddy Sal to jail on a murder rap!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Your husband was working with the DA's office, and helped that picture studio railroad Sal into jail in order to whitewash the goddamn producer!"
"I don't understand," she moaned tearfully. "I don't understand."
"That producer had called us ... us! He calls the Satan's Studs, because we're famous all across this country and he knows it! He needs us for his picture so he can make some money! He's even going to use our name, Satan's Studs, in the title!. So Sal, my buddy, he's our business manager, you dig? And he goes to meet this guy, and the guy turns out to be queer! You dig? A fag! There's no fucking picture, this guy just wants to make Sal! No Satan's Stud gets duped like that, man, no way! So this fag starts gettin' uptight 'cause Sal's calling his bluff; he threatens to call the cops and then he starts runnin' after Sal with a gun! The gun went off, it was an accident, but Sal got sent up! Because they had to keep the whole deal quiet or there'd be a scandal! Nobody frames the Satan's Studs, nobody! YOU DIG, BITCH?" His teeth were tightly bared as he leered at Lori. They were so close she could smell the heavy liquor on his breath, and see where pieces of his teeth had been chipped away in accidents. She tried moving away from him, into the living room, but he was right behind her.
"What do you want with me? I didn't have anything to do with it!"
"No, but your husband did! And now we're gonna get revenge!"
"H .. . how?" she asked timidly. "What are you going to do?"
He laughed again.
"You'll find out, baby. Now, how about some booze. What have you got around here, huh? Let's get acquainted over a nice slug of hooch."
He saw the bar in the corner of the living room and went to it. As he began to pour himself a drink, Lori realized she was literally being held captive by some sort of madman; panicking, she ran to the phone and began frantically dialing for the police. Spyder threw down his glass, ran to her, and tore the phone out of her hands, slamming it down.
"None of that, baby."
He grabbed her wrist and wrenched her away from the phone.
"Ooooohhh! You're hurting me," she cried.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, cunt," he sneered, hurling her to the couch. "Now you stay there and don't give me no trouble, or I'll rip that phone out of the wall and slam you across the mouth so hard nobody'll recognize that pretty face of yours ever again! You dig?"
She glanced up at him, completely terrified. The trembling young wife knew instinctively that she had to submit to him completely or there was no telling what he might do.
"All ... all right," she said, barely audible.
"That's more like it," he said, pouring some Scotch into a shot glass. "You just do what I say, and everything'll be fine, just fine." He gulped down the liquor, smacked his lips, and leered at her.
Lori's mind could barely comprehend the stormy turn of events. How could all this be happening to her?
"How...how did you get in the building," she asked in a small frightened voice.
"Rigged up a fake delivery truck and groceries and found me that white jacket. Walked right in the service entrance. Nobody even knew I was in the building."
Lori thought bitterly to herself that they were paying an enormous rent for the safety of a doorman and guarded lobby, but any crook apparently could slip in if he had even the slightest imagination.
As the liquor began to make itself felt in Spyder's brain, he gazed lustfully at the young wife he had come to menace. He saw her cowering in a corner of the deep, soft couch, her long dark hair tangled wildly around her head and shoulder. She looked imminently fuckable in her tight denim slacks; the ample curves of her upthrust breasts were fully revealed by the thin material of her blouse.
Some chick! he thought admiringly, that's a goddamn lucky break for me!
His huge, muscular cock stiffened with lust at the sight of the vulnerable young girl on the sofa. He wanted to sink his hard shaft of impatient gristle right into her, imagining she would be soft as pudding, sweet as candy. Slugging down another shot of whiskey, he began to anticipate his unholy mission. It had been agreed among the Studs that revenge must be taken on everyone who had had anything to do with Sal's conviction. Bill Taylor was first on the list, and the revenge would be sweet: the kidnap and systematic rape of his wife by the entire gang, with Spyder taking the first "plunge."
In anticipation, he reached down and began slowly stroking the bulging outline beneath his loins, grinning obscenely at his cringing victim.
"You like to get fucked, bitch?" he asked.
Lori felt a shudder of revulsion shoot through her at his foul language.
"ANSWER ME!" he shouted.
She felt paralyzed, as if the shock of last night's horrible encounter with her husband, combined now with the nightmarish intrusion of this brute from the bowels of the city, had numbed her brain. She was like an automaton, past the point of feeling horrified, or even fearful. . . only a numb, empty paralysis. "I...I..." she stammered helplessly.
"SAY IT! I LIKE TO GET FUCKED! SAY IT!"
"I...I...like...." her voice was tiny, barely a whisper..."like to ... to ... "
"LOUDER!"
The violence of his command made her jerk with fear.
"I like to get...get...." the words stuck in her throat, as if frozen, "get fucked...." the horrid word tore loose at last...'There! Is that enough? I like to get fucked! I LIKE TO GET FUCKED!"
She was shouting now, almost hysterical!
"FUCKED! FUUUCCCCKKKED!" she repeated. "FUUUCCKKED!"
Realizing with a rush of guilt what she had said, she buried her face in the arm of the sofa, utterly ashamed.
"Beautiful, baby," Spyder slurred, already feeling the full effects of the drinks. "Have a drink to celebrate!"
"No ... no ... " she tried drawing back on the couch as he approached with a huge shot of Scotch for her. As he came nearer she could smell the pungent masculine odor, both from his semi-nude body, and from his ragged, filthy clothes that had seen so much use and wear. It both repelled and excited her. He sat next to her on the couch and leaned in with the drink. The massive, overpowering masculinity almost made her faint. He exuded a powerful sense of life that made her feel small and tiny. Oddly, despite her loathing, she felt little prickles of desire go through her.
Oh God, how can I feel this way? He's horrid!
"Drink it, babe," he commanded, shoving the drink to her mouth. "Drink it, and let your hair down. You got a long weekend ahead of you."
She turned her face away, but suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back to face him.
"Don't turn away from me, bitch! Now drink!"
He forced her mouth open, and poured the Scotch into it. She gagged and coughed as the burning liquid surged down her throat. As she struggled, the drink spilled over her clothes, and she was suddenly sopping wet with Scotch. Some spilled on Spyder.
"Far out, baby, far out! Better get those wet clothes off, right? Might catch cold!"
"No! NOOOOO!" she screamed, as without warning, he tore away the wet blouse, ripping it from her fearfully trembling body. He quickly undid the clasps of her bra, throwing it in a corner, then bent and began licking and sucking on her firm nakedly warm breasts.
Pinned by his powerful body in the corner of the plush couch, the terrified young wife could only twist and writhe in a futile effort to get away from his greedy wet mouth.
"Scotch-flavored tits! Fuckingfarout!" he exulted, then began to bite and suck again. Involuntarily, her red-tipped little nipples grew turgidly erect and her skin goose-bumpled and tingled from excitement.
Lori's mind was a rushing torrent of conflicting thoughts. She was revolted by this repellent animal slavering over her like a dog, but another part of her, called forth from the dim recesses of her unconscious by the violent succession of shocks she was experiencing, found that the gross activities were actually strangely thrilling. It was as if she was being permitted to enter another world, a world that was as different from what she was used to as night and day, but one in which she found a certain, dark, instinctive kinship. But then, her mind was flooded with the shocking reality of what was happening, and she began to resist with all her strength.
"Nooo...NOOOOOOO!" she screamed. "LET ME GO!"
With all her strength, the half-naked young wife struggled to get free, and managed to slip from his grasp. Rising from the couch, she started to run to the kitchen, but the brutal youth grabbed her roughly by the arm and threw her down onto the soft pile rug of the living room.
"NO YOU DONT!"
Roughly, he reached down and ripped the buttons from her tight pants, then began peeling the slacks off of her legs.
"PLEASE!! PLEASE! I'll give you anything if you'll only leave me alone! Do you want money? I'll give you money!"
"Money?" Spyder snarled. "I don't want your fucking money." He threw her jeans into the corner, then stood up and unbuckled his tight, ragged pants. He yanked them down, suddenly exposing his naked genitals to her view. She had always been in awe of her husband's penis and testicles, but she gasped when she saw Spyder's were larger even than that. His huge, menacingly erect cock was stiff as steel, and his balls looked like two tennis balls hanging in a soft Swede sack.
"Nice, huh," Spyder said leeringly, as he saw the look of disbelief on Lori's face. "You like cock?" he asked as he grabbed his gargantuan tool and began to shake and jerk it in front of her eyes. He pulled back the thick slip of foreskin exposing the large, bulbous head that was red with blood and charged with lust.
"What you got under those silky little panties?" he asked crudely. Without waiting for an answer, he ripped the flimsy white garment from her loins, with a sound of tearing silk.
"Mmmm...nice and soft, these panties," he said, rubbing the sensually soft material over his angrily throbbing cock and balls exciting them even further. Lori tried to pull up her legs, to conceal her nakedly defenseless vagina, but the brutal motorcyclist merely reached down and yanked her legs apart.
"Oh no, you don't! Don't go playing sweet little girl with me! To me, baby, you're just a chippy! A whore! You got me? NOW SPREAD THOSE LEGS!"
She was shocked, overcome with a new and even deeper wave of horror. She closed her eyes, as if by doing so she could wipe away the nightmare that confronted her, but Spyder was not to be stopped.
"I said open'em!" he shouted, and pulled her legs apart revealing the trembling pink flesh of her cuntal slit nestled beneath the softly curling pubic hair. "Now that's more like it," he said, grinning lewdly down at her.
Lori was humiliated now beyond anything she had ever known possible. Feeling this man's eyes glaring shamelessly at her nakedly open vagina was too much to bear and she felt her flesh crawl in revulsion.
Spyder could see the loathing on her face, and this made him more enraged.
"So I disgust you, eh? Sweet, innocent little girl doesn't like Spyder, does she? You think I'm dirt! IS THAT IT?
"No...NO!" she whimpered.
"You're lying, you bitch! YOU'RE LYING! You all think cyclists are like trash! That's why Sal got sent up, that's why your husband called us pigs in the courtroom! Pigs, huh? WELL YOU'RE IN THE PIG-STY NOW, BABY, AND YOU'RE GOING TO FEEL A PIG'S PRICK IN YOUR PUSSY! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?"
A wave of uncontrollable rage swept over him, and almost before he knew what he was doing he had yanked down his "originals" so that they hung around his engineer boots at his ankles. He took off his cutoff jacket and turned it to her eyes.
"Look at this baby! Look at it!"
On the back was a cloth patch sewn on with a death's head, and printed above it were the words SATAN'S STUDS, and below it, LOS ANGELES.
"This is the symbol of the Studs," he snarled cruelly. "We're a family, baby, a group! Fuck around with one and you got to take on all of us! WHAT I'M DOING NOW IS FOR SAL AND ALL THE STUDS." He slipped the jacket back on and stood over her, panting with lust, his genitals throbbing with a lurid mixture of rage and carnal desire. He reached down and turned her on her stomach, then kneeling behind her he pulled her up by her hips with a violent movement, so that she was propped on her knees and elbows like a dog. His eyes glazed. He grabbed the soft, fleshy globes of her buttocks harshly, his long fingernails digging into the tender flesh, sending shots of pain through Lori's body.
"AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" she screamed, feeling the sharp pain, her flesh trembling.
"That's nothing, baby, that's nothing!"
Consumed by revenge, his mind whirling with rage, he spread the cheeks apart with the palms of his hands, his eyes riveted on the tightly puckered rectal opening. A cruel smile played across his lips.
Lori shuddered with revulsion, as she felt Spyder's long-nailed fingers subtly exploring her anal crack; she was mortified and ashamed. No one had ever touched her there! Now she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt his finger run up and down the crevice, sending shivers through her body. His finger stopped at the tight anal entrance. She could feel the edge of his fingernail explore the rim. With a gasp of horror she realized what he was about to do, and in the next split second she was consumed with a stinging shaft of burning pain as Spyder mercilessly jammed his finger into her anus.
"AAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she cried.
She had never known such pain, like a red-hot knife searing into her tightly cringing anal passage and up through her back.
"Stop, stop! Please!" she cried, sweat breaking out on her forehead.
"Not a chance, sweetheart," he grunted, ramming his outstretched finger even further. Seeing her writhe and cry out in pain only increased his lust, so he forced his finger in deeper, further up into the tight little opening, widening, forcing entry as Lori continued to scream in terror and pain.
"AAAAIEEEEEE! NOOOOOOO!" For a moment the captive young wife thought if she screamed loud enough some neighbor might hear her and call for help. But she remembered with irony that the walls were totally soundproof, an exclusive feature of the building and one of the reasons they had moved into the apartment.
Spyder rammed and prodded his finger into the shuddering passage, sending unbelievable shafts of agony through Lori's painfully twisting young body. She pulled away, desperately clutching at the carpet, trying to escape the disgusting humiliation, but Spyder pulled her back, holding her tightly by the shoulder. He brutally fucked his finger in and out, forcing the elastic walls to widen, while his other hand held her firmly, his nails digging into the fearfully cringing flesh of her shoulders.
She moaned, overcome with shame, pleading for him to stop but he was deaf to her shouts. Then, suddenly he pulled his finger out of the painfully throbbing anal passage and positioned her hips again so that her firm white buttocks were thrust up defenselessly in front of his long hard penis. He began to moisten his huge, impatiently pulsating cock with spittle.
"Please...please...." she begged, "I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"
"This is what I want," he said, positioning his lust-engorged shaft at the entrance to her tightly puckering rectum. "THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT!"
With a cry of triumph, he pulled back the thick foreskin, revealing his massively throbbing cockhead, moistened it also with a load of spittle, and then, with a sudden move, shoved his eagerly pulsing rod into her virginal little anus. He rammed in with a vicious jerk that sent Lori's defensely kneeling body thrusting forward in agony.
"AAAAAEEEEEE!" she screamed.
The helpless wife was filled with shame at being humiliated like a gutter prostitute, kneeling obscenely with this hulking animal straddling her so lewdly.
Spyder looked down in triumph at Lori's tightly resisting anus, then grunted, and pushed his thickly pulsating cudgel in even further.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH
PLEASE STOP! I can't stand if," she cried, trying to pull forward to escape. But he gripped her flesh more tightly, digging his nails into the tender whiteness of her hips, and forced her to remain servile in front of him.
Lori thrashed and wailed like a wounded animal, her head thrown back as she cried in pain with each vicious, body jolting thrust.
Spyder began to slowly fuck her in and out, each sodomizing thrust widening the straining elastic channel and easing his crude entry.
This is for you Sal, he thought in exaltation, this is for you! SATAN'S STUDS FOREVER!
He moved more harshly, increasing his tempo, his mind reeling with liquor and lust. His dangling, enormous balls were swinging and slapping at the moistly heated flesh of her vaginal slit, still aching and strained from her husband's earlier forcible screwing, and now pained even further by Spyder's crude, brutal attack on her sensitive little anus.
"NOOOOOO!" she cried, "NOOOOOO!"
But nothing could stop him now. She felt as if she was being ripped to shreds by the hot iron shaft of his penis. He pumped his hips back and forth, back and forth, brutalizing the tight walls of her backside with his wild pistoning. He rammed and shoved, excitement surging through him, as he heard the piteous wailing from the young girl who was so completely at his mercy. Christ, he thought, she sounds like she's dying.
Beneath him, though, a strange thing had begun to happen. As the torturous punishment reached its apex, Lori found herself surrendering to it involuntarily, out of paralysis, out of exhaustion
bit by bit a totally new feeling began to ripple through her lithe young body. Unbelievable as it seemed to her, out of the burning humiliation and shame came an entirely new feeling of warmth and excitement. This was a sensation she had never felt in her entire life; as if she was melting, as if her body was consumed by waves of pleasure that made the pain seem almost bearable .... yes, even exciting.
"OOOOOHHHHH...." she moaned..."OOOOOOOOH!"
Spyder was grunting and moaning now, his body tense and shaking with lust; he was totally consumed by waves of hot, throbbing sensuality and he reveled in it. He loved to fuck, lived only for the sensual pleasures: whether fucking cycle "mama's", or riding his chopper, which gave him intense sexual excitement. Whenever he rode he usually had a hard-on and many times Rina, his latest chick, had jerked him off riding up the highway at ninety miles or more. He loved the Satan's Studs and their obscene world, and he loved Sal, his best buddy. When he was sent up the river on a phoney murder charge he resolved to get revenge, and now he was on the first plateau with the goddamned prosecutor's wife. He slammed his heatedly jerking penis into her tight little rectum with renewed lust.
Beneath his powerful ramming, Lori was experiencing something her conscious mind could not comprehend: it was as if a hidden aspect of her personality ... a wildness, a lewd thrill. . . were being wrenched up in her by Spyder's horrible attack. The pain had long since faded and was replaced by an extraordinary rapture. She moaned and felt her body thrash uncontrollably like a demon.
Feeling her squirm ecstatically beneath him, Spyder increased his tempo. He knew she was beginning to enjoy it.
They're all alike, he thought lewdly, the little princesses who screw like whores when they realize what's waiting for them' Well come out of the closet baby, and welcome to the land of fucking!
His swollen penis plunged still deeper into her hotly heaving anal passage, and he could feel white hot sperm begin to gather and surge through his testicles.
Lori, too, was suddenly caught up in a whirling vortex of excitement such as she had never known before. She felt extraordinary velvety warm flashes surging through her wantonly writhing loins. Her voluptuous young body was trembling with an animal-like passion...the pain nearly lost in the delicious new thrills that filled her. She was cumming! dimming for the first time in her life.
"OH GOD, OH GOD!!" she cried ecstatically as she felt her vaginal walls secreting their female juices with an aching sweetness that was beyond belief. "IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOODD! SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOODDDDD!"
"AH . . AH...AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Spyder shrieked as he shot his raging load of super-heated semen into the violently clenching depths of her rectum. Convulsive spasms rippled through his wildly jerking cock as he spewed a seemingly unending torrent of white-hot cum deep into her.
Lori could feel the boiling lava spurting into her loins and seeming to spread out through her entire body. She felt as if she was melting and flying off in a million tiny pieces! She could scarcely believe how wonderful it was! Her own heated juices were gushing inside her vaginal passage, triggered into release by the turbulent activity in her nether above. All pangs of guilt and revulsion were washed away in the vast, hot ocean of ecstasy that surged through her.
Spyder rammed his great invading cudgel back and forth, like a primitive barbarian, until finally, after what seemed forever, the last of his white sperm jetted into her. Then, with a sudden pop, he pulled away and slumped to the floor.
Lori lay heaving and panting, feeling the return of pain to her hideously stretched and shuddering anal passage. She realized she had been through the most terrifying ordeal of her life. Yet, despite the horror, she found that she had experienced her first real orgasm...and SHE LOVED IT! SHE LOVED IT! She turned to see Spyder grinning lewdly at her, as if he read her thoughts. She emitted a little cry of alarm, and suddenly, in a dizzying rush, everything went black.
CHAPTER THREE
A late-model Oldsmobile convertible sailed neatly up the Pacific Coast Highway towards Malibu. Bill Taylor sat in the sleek car, liking the feel of the ocean breeze rippling through his hair, driving smoothly in the bright June morning. He was glad to be out of the city, away from the complications and difficulties with Lori. One part of him felt deeply ashamed of the rough treatment he had given her the night before, but another part instinctively knew that what had happened was only the result of long-pent-up needs and desires. In fact, he had to admit that despite the cruelty of his fucking, he had actually enjoyed it.
Hell, he thought, I felt like a man! Strong and potent! God knows I haven't felt like that in a long time. Too long!
He loved his wife, loved her deeply. But somehow he felt the difficulties he encountered with her were greater than he knew how to handle. Sure, he'd dated before he married and had been known to "swing" on occasion; although he was no Don Juan, he knew how to handle women. At least up till now. He had racked his brain to see if there wasn't some way he could reach Lori, some gentler attitude, perhaps, or new sexual technique, but no matter what he tried it all ended in disappointment and failure. Little wonder, then, that he had exploded last night like he did.
Christ, maybe we should both see analysts, he mused.
He tried to push all tormenting thoughts out of his head and concentrate on the business at hand: Edy Randall. His boss had tried to give him some idea what to expect.
"I'll tell you Bill," Ed Carey had said only last night, "she's a strange girl. Unpredictable. Wild! You know what I mean? She's had to fight her way through a jungle ever since she was just a kid, and it's made her a little tough. 'Temperamental,' is the word, I think. But you can handle her. Just turn on the old charm."
Bill wondered if the "old charm" would be enough in this situation. He remembered Edy Randall from her sensational screen debut at seventeen in Child Bride. There had been such a storm of protest that the film very nearly wasn't released; churches denounced it, preachers warned against it from their Sunday morning pulpits; but when the picture opened the public flocked to it, and small wonder. Edy Randall was perfect for the role: a backwoods bride, supposedly just fourteen, married to a lecherous, drunken farmer. She was seductive, vulnerable, exotic, and exciting by turns; she exuded a magnetic quality that made her a superstar almost overnight. He had seen the film when he was sixteen years old, and the first view of the black-haired nymphet made his youthful cock shoot erect like a cannon. On the surface she seemed innocent and naive, an apple-cheeked country girl. But when she turned on the sex appeal the screen sizzled with smoldering eroticism; she became the sex symbol for a whole generation of men.
Picture after picture starring the young discovery were released. Girl of the Mountains, Roadhouse, Saturday Nite, Reform School Confidential, That Kelly Girl! and dozens of others. She had almost won an oscar for one of them, he recalled. Lately though, he knew her career was on the skids. The public wanted more sophisticated women now, or girls with waif-like qualities. Edy's straight-forward sensuality was in decline. But there was a chance, with a television series, to revive her career.
Bill slowed down by a huge iron gate on the outskirts of Malibu. An insignia, a coiled snake, located on a stone post, was the only sign that it was a star's estate. He stopped the car. Almost immediately the gates swung open automatically.
Must be some kind of electric eye device, he supposed, as he maneuvered the car into the drive.
The grounds to her estate were heavily wooded, and after driving a short distance the woods cleared, revealing an enormous, rectangular house of concrete and glass; beyond it was the sweep of the Pacific. He parked the car and got out; his eyes took in the spacious grounds. The majestic house was located on the edge of a steep cliff. Exotic plants and flowers grew everywhere in abundance. By a narrow series of steps carved out of the side of the cliff one could descend to the private, rock-enclosed beach below. The house was of a sleek, modern design, with simple sharp lines. He found himself at the front door. A wide slab of solid walnut with an oddly shaped knocker. Suddenly Bill stared open-mouthed at the metal object: it was -a man's cock, a bronze penis that swung down to hit .........Christ, it's a cunt! A cock and cunt doorknocker!
He couldn't believe it at first, but on closer inspection there was no doubt as to what it was. Tentatively he reached out and, feeling slightly foolish, took the strange, phallic object in his hand and pounded it on the metal pussy.
This is going to be some weekend, he thought, some hell of a weekend.
He heard a voice from inside.
"Just a minute, honey; I'll be right there."
There was no mistaking that throaty, sensuous voice. Moments later the wide door swung open, and the ravishing star stood before him. He gasped when he saw her. She was just as svelte and beautiful as she looked in her pictures! Her face was radiant: ivory skin, with deep green, cat-like eyes, an upturned nose, like a little girl's, and full, red lips, lips that had set the silver screen ablaze in full closeup. Her famed black hair was in complete disarray, but it made her look like a wild gypsy woman, the way it was tangled luridly. She looked breathless, as if she had just run up a broad hillside to meet her peasant lover.
"Well, hello, good-looking," she said melodiously, her eyes taking in Bill's handsome face and slim, obviously muscular physique.
The young lawyer could hardly speak as he caught sight of the star's fabulous body. Her smooth shoulders were like warm carrara marble. She wore a skimpy silk halter that perfectly outlined her melon-size breasts, those supplely shimmering globes that jutted out so proudly. The flimsy material was almost transparent, and he could clearly see the ruddy nipples beneath the halter, and the dark aureoles surrounding them. He had to resist the temptation to reach out and grab that succulent flesh with his hands.
She's incredible!
Her midriff was bare, and she wore a glittering ruby-like jewel in her navel. Her hips were clad in the skimpiest, tightest hot pants he had ever seen. They were made of extremely thin glove leather, or deerskin, almost the color of flesh so she appeared almost stark naked. The leather was so tight it revealed the furrowed vaginal cleft perfectly, and he could even see the outlined mound of her pubic hair. Her legs were long and slender, and she wore thong sandals to accentuate her delicate little feet.
"I'm Bill Taylor...."
"I know, honey .. . come on in."
She turned away from him and led him inside the house. The attorney caught his breath when he saw the lust half-moons of her buttocks tightly encased in the hot pants. Involuntarily, his huge cock jerked to life.
"Just shut the door behind you," she called back over her shoulder. "I've got some Martini's ready. By the way are you hungry?"
"No," he said, shutting the door. "I had something at a restaurant before I got here."
He found himself on the first floor of a two-story house. The living room took up most of the first floor, and it was breathtaking to behold. There was practically no furniture. Just a wall-to-tall, thick-piled golden shag rug, a few low tables, and dozens of huge pillows flung about in expensive brocades, velvets and satin. Splashes of red, orange and rust caught the eye. One wall offered a massive wall of sliding glass doors opening onto a carpeted balcony overlooking the Pacific; another wall was completely covered in smokey glass. The third had huge paintings of naked men and women, some in various states of copulation. Every detail of their bodies was perfectly drawn, particularly the genitals, which were in every case enlarged almost past reality. Bill found himself staring at the pictures as Edy mixed the Martini's.
"What do you think?" she asked, handing him a crystal glass full of clear liquid. "Like the picture?"
'They're...they're really something," he said, taking the glass. The combination of the obscene pictures and her magnetic presence, nearly naked next to him, made his body warm and flush. A light sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I did them myself ... I love to paint... and I especially love to paint people. And cocks and pussy." She turned to him with a little-girlish expression. "Did I shock you? I get carried away sometimes. If I go too far you just tell me, okay?"
She looked at him with such, sweet, innocent eyes that he felt hot vibrations run through him. He wanted to take her in his arms and ... kiss her! Fuck her! A sudden pang of guilt washed through him, and he quickly took a sip of the strong Martini.
"Hey," he said, savoring the drink, you sure like it dry."
"I like my Martini's very dry...other things I like wet," the actress replied, smiling mysteriously. "Say, take off your jacket and make yourself at home. You don't mind if I don't join you for the drink, do you? I don't like liquor myself. Except for a little wine."
"No, not at all."
"Good. Then I hope you also don't mind what I do like. Cocaine."
"Cocaine?" Bill had only heard of cocaine from news reports, or from trials where drugs were involved. "No, I don't mind. To tell you the truth I've never been around it."
"You haven't? Oh honey, do you want to try it? I've got some dynamite stuff!"
"No ... no, I don't think so." Bill had heard enough about drugs to know it was wise to stay well away.
'Too bad...well maybe I can persuade you to have some later." She started to move across the room; then, catching sight of herself in the mirror, she gazed at her body for a moment. "Gee, I look such a mess, I only got up about twenty minutes ago. I'm sorry."
She stretched, so that every inch of her sensually voluptuous body was exposed in its fullest to Bill's eager gaze. His rapidly enlarging cock pounded with excitement as his eyes roved hungrily over her creamy flesh.
"You...you look fine," the young lawyer said, somewhat hesitantly. He had never met anyone like her before, and he found himself completely fascinated. In fact, he could barely tear his eyes away from her luscious curves.
Get yourself under control, he commanded with an inner voice, you're a married man!
With deliberation, he set his drink down on a low table and then took off his madras sports jacket. From across the room the alluring actress watched the blond, sun-tanned attorney. Her glittering green eyes roved quickly over his tall, slender body and she inwardly approved of his broad shoulders and slim hips. He wore a bright yellow shirt and tight black flared slacks. The material of his pants outlined his muscular legs and thighs.
"You don't look like a lawyer," Edy said, smiling. "Most lawyers are paunchy and bald, and they smell of deodorant. You I like. Are you Scandinavian?"
"My mother was from Sweden ... my father was Scottish."
"Quite a combination. You're gorgeous honey."
'Thanks," he said, trying to conceal the blush that lightly tinged his fair skin a light red. He reclined on the pillows and watched as Edy knelt behind a low wooden table. She opened a drawer and withdrew a small metal box. Raising the lid, she took out a tiny gold spoon and a little blue bowl of white powder. Taking a small scoop of the powder in the spoon she lifted it to her nose. Holding one nostril closed with her finger, she quickly snorted the white substance into her nose, inhaling it deeply.
"Mmmmmmm...." she sighed. "This stuff hits fast. Numbs your nose too. And it feels sooooooo goooooodd! Sure you won't have some?"
"No ... no thanks," he said.
"Okay. But as my Grandfather used to say, 'Sonny, it's guaranteed to put pepper in your pecker'!"
Bill laughed suddenly and uproariously at her joke. Despite a vague sense of disapproval of this curvaceous female's habits, he found himself more and more enchanted by her hypnotic, uninhibited personality.
Edy was pleased she was having such an obviously positive effect on the handsome young man. Lifting the spoon of powder to her other nostril, she quickly inhaled again. She repeated this several times, until finally she closed the box and put it away in the drawer. Her eyes began to take on a hazy cast, that made her appear somewhat unearthly. Bill watched intently as the actress relaxed into the high of the drug. Her voluptuous body seemed to relax and melt, become even more enticing. Her skin seemed to shimmer and glow. She closed her eyes, still kneeling, and let her head hang back.
"Oooooohhhhhh..." she sighed. Arching her back, she pushed her large, ripely firm breasts forward. Bill's eyes bulged as he saw them jutted out proudly...two luscious globes tantalizingly concealed behind the sheer silk of her skimpy halter. It seemed to the awe-struck lawyer that the slightest breeze would untie the flimsy garment and send it fluttering away, fully exposing her warm flesh in all its glory. He took another swallow of his potent drink, and began to feel raunchy and mellow as the heady effects of the alcohol relaxed his muscles. His body grew warmer. His breath came faster and faster.
Edy lifted her head and sat erect.
"Oh, I just love that sweet cocaine," she said in a voice slightly softened and woozy from the powder. She rose from the floor and went to a panel of switches embedded in the walls. She flicked one of them, and music suddenly filled the room from hidden, unseen speakers. It was rock music, bluesy and hard.
"The Grateful Dead," she said, undulating her perfect, sculptured body to the lewd pulsing rhythms of the music. "I love their music. I love them, too. Have you ever seen them?"
"No ... I haven't ... in fact I don't keep up much with what's happening in music...."
"No? Oh, honey, where've you been keeping yourself? Oh, Edy's gonna have to take you under her wing and give you a lesson or two."
She smiled impishly at him, and he smiled back. He liked the sexy beat of the music and found himself swinging his hips a little in accompaniment, as Edy moved about the room undulating her body obscenely, shaking her hips in a grinding, rotating motion that made Bill's penis lurch excitedly. The sudden surge of hot desire made the handsome attorney conscious for the first time since he'd arrived of the purpose of his mission. Feeling somewhat awkward, he stopped dancing.
"Say...about those contracts ... I think maybe I should look them over..."
"Oh, god, the contracts! Jesus, honey, I almost forgot all about them. That's what The Dead' do to me! I get so carried away with their music I just want to boogie all night. Have you ever seen them?"
"No...."
"Oh, that's right... I remember...well they're really good looking ... in those cowboy hats and jeans...and long hair ... oh I just love guys in long hair! Oh, but don't get me wrong...short hair is groovy too ... in fact on some guys its really better, like with you..." she gave him a little teasing wink. "Now those contracts...where the hell are they...."
She went to a low table that apparently served" as a desk, for she began to rummage through drawers filled with papers and contracts.
"Dammit, I can't find them anywhere...." she said, flinging papers every which way around the room. Maybe they're upstairs. Whew, I'm tired already."
She slammed the drawers shut and flung herself down on the pillows, splaying her legs lewdly.
Christ, I can see up those leather hot pants almost right into her cunt, Bill thought excitedly, as the succulent film star opened her legs in front of him, lying only a few feet from where he stood.
"How about we rest awhile until I come down a little, then I'll look again. I think we should get acquainted first anyway, okay?"
"Okay," Bill said, spellbound by her revealing position.
Bill sat down, reclining on the pillows. Edy lay back fully arching her back and spreading her legs obscenely.
"Aaaahhhhhh...." she sighed, "it's so nice to lie here stoned and feel my body."
She began to stretch and writhe on the pillows in a way that made Bill's massively growing cock pound with lewd desire. As much as he tried to resist her charms, the sight of this lushly sensual woman spreading her legs like a whore and running her hands over her wantonly writhing, nearly naked body was exciting the young lawyer beyond belief. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be in some kind of ecstatic, erotic dream induced by the drug. With infinite laziness of gestures the ravishing creature reached her hand up and undid the thin tie of her halter which fell away fully exposing the sharp-pointed mounds of her fleshy breasts. The sight of it took the young lawyer's breath away. She was crazy and sensual beyond anything he had ever known possible.
"You don't mind if I just take off this halter, do you? It's so warm .. . and my tits feel so much nicer with just that cool air on them...."
"No...." the blond attorney said, mesmerized by the events that were taking place, "do whatever you want. Believe me it's fine with me."
'Then take off your shirt if you want...."
Bill froze at her suggestion. Suddenly he was brought back to reality with a shock.
What the hell am I doing here with this freaked-out chick?
The image of his wife's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he became deeply ashamed of having let himself become so carried away with what was happening. She was obviously seducing him! He had been slowly drifting completely under her lewd spell. He sat up suddenly, feeling almost nauseous.
Sensing his discomfort Edy sat up also.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"Nothing...nothing...." Bill stammered. "I guess it's the drink. I'm a little dizzy...that's all..."
The actress knew at once what the trouble was.
'Thinking about your wife?"
Bill stared at her intensely. She seemed able to read his every thought! His mind reeled in confusion! The situation was getting completely out of hand, and he was powerless to stop it. Edy leaned forward; the closeness of her nakedly quivering breasts electrified him.
"Let me lay my cards on the table, Bill. I like you. In fact I think you're beautiful.. . one of the most beautiful, desirable men I've ever met ... "
Bill was pleased at the compliment, but his mind still struggled in resistance to the voluptuous female's artful charms.
"I want you ... I want to feel your big old cock in my pussy...."
The handsome attorney could scarcely believe what she was saying to him. It was incredible, and yet at the same time he was wildly excited by it. Her eyes glittered and seemed to hypnotize as she gazed intensely at him and spoke. He couldn't pull himself away from her no matter how hard he tried!
"Oh baby, I know how to make a man happy ... let me show you ... I want you to fuck me ... fuck me with your big prick, Bill..."
His heart thudded against his chest like thunder, and his long, massively pulsating cock was boiling with excitement. Edy reached out and placed her hand squarely on his pulsing crotch, and began to massage it with slow, lewd gestures.
"What your wife doesn't know won't hurt her ... this is between us Bill. . . you and I... our little secret. . . why shouldn't two beautiful animals fuck each other if they're attracted ... it's only natural.. . and I want to cum with you Bill... I want to cum like fire with your cock in my cunt..."
Her ruby red lips were parted, half-open in ecstasy, her eyes glimmered like jewels, and BUI felt himself become consumed with an overwhelming desire to screw the living hell out of this luscious female. In a sudden swirl of obscene desire, all guilt, doubts and thoughts of Lori were smashed aside. With a groan of animal lust he suddenly reached out and grabbed her voluptuous half-naked body, drawing her to him in a tight embrace.
"Oh baby," Bill said, holding her tightly in his muscular arms. "Oh baby!"
The excited young lawyer fiercely kissed her, shoving his quivering tongue deep into her open mouth, flicking his oral spear behind her teeth, merging his tongue obscenely with hers, then letting his tip explore every inch of the warm wet cavern. Bill exulted in the fact that she offered no resistance whatever, she craved him, and he could feel it in her vulgar, willing surrender to his eagerly probing tongue.
Edy's hand quickly roved down between Bill's legs where she felt the thickly stiff penis, throbbing with lust and straining against his tight slacks. She slowly began to massage it again - playing with his hardness through his clothes.
"Oooooooohhhhh...." he moaned into her open mouth as she caressed the soft, pulsing mound of his testicles. His hands slid smoothly over the velvety naked flesh of her back. How warm and silky it felt! Then his hands moved down to the supplely rounded cushions of her buttocks, tightly encased in the soft leather. He squeezed hard, reveling in the resilience, then rubbed his palms over the smooth surface of the hot pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear beneath, and his hand slid obscenely down inside, fingering the nakedly warm fold of her ass cheeks.
Edy reached up with her mouth and bit the soft flesh of Bill's earlobe, lightly at first, then a little harder. At first the muscular attorney didn't like the twinge of sharp pain, but as she continued, the quick harsh darts were undeniably exciting and his body tingled, surging with throbbing desire.
"Like that?" she whispered.
In response, he suddenly bent down and kissed her neck hard with his tightened lips, making a little red welt in her skin.
"Ooooohhhhh baby!" she purred, throwing her head back and digging her fingers sharply into his shoulders.
Bill shuddered through his entire body, now inflamed with lust. His long hard cock throbbed excitedly, yearning to bury itself in the tender warmth of her steaming pussy. In the turbulent onrush of passion he had flung aside all reason and restraint. Kneeling down, he slowly unlaced the skimpy leather hot pants. Slowly, the garment began to slide down her legs. She stood to help him undress her, standing before him like an amazon goddess, eyes blazing, black hair in a wild, tangled mass, her face a mask of lurid animal passion. She allowed him to remove the garment almost like a ritual. He sat on his heels, after flinging the pants in the corner, and gazed at her in disbelief. She stood totally naked, her warm skin gleaming; the sex idol of millions stood there obscenely, her enormous breasts heaving, gleaming with lust. She spread her legs apart like a whore.
"I'm all your's, lover..." she purred, thrusting her hips forward and pulling wide her outer vaginal lips with her hands to fully expose the pink, wetly throbbing flesh of her pussy.
"Like it?" She didn't give him a chance to answer. Smiling lewdly she knelt down and sat before Bill, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt as she wet her lips by lolling her tongue over them teasingly. She pulled the shirt off of his upper torso, fully revealing his athletic muscular build.
"You look like Adonis...." the torrid female whispered admiringly. "Like the Greek god Adonis."
She pulled him to his feet, and ran her hands over his well-muscled chest and shoulders.
"There's not an ounce of fat anywhere," she said. Swiftly she unbuckled his wide leather belt and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly and tantalizingly down. Then deftly she lowered both the pants and shorts, fully exposing his genitals. His iron-hard cock shot erect, pulsating with excitement. His hairy balls, swaying lewdly underneath, pulsed and tightened in anticipation.
"You've got quite a cock and balls, lover ... big and hard as a shotgun...."
She grabbed the young attorney's pulsing tool with her hands and caressed it lovingly.
Overcome with excitement, Bill pulled away momentarily to quickly kick off his pants, shoes and socks. Both of them were naked now, two perfect bodies aching to fuck. They embraced, clasping each other feverishly. Edy loved his hard young body, and her hands roamed eagerly over his broad back and slim hips. She gripped his hard, muscular buttocks obscenely.
"You're beautiful," she gasped, "beautiful!"
Bill, shaking with excitement, ran his hands over the satin-smooth skin of her nakedly voluptuous body.
His hot hands squeezed her huge, soft quivering breasts then slid toward the sleek warm curves of her hips. Edy thrust her pelvis back and forth in rhythm to the luridly pounding rock music that poured from the walk as she again clasped the lawyer's thick, wildly throbbing cock and skillfully slid back the soft foreskin to expose the hot rubbery head, teasing it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful moves that drove Bill into a frenzy of passion.
"Aaaahhhh!" he groaned. His hand quickly dropped down to the softly curling strands of pubic hair that sparsely surrounded her vaginal slit and began exploring the moistly heated area with trembling hands.
Edy cried out with pleasure as she felt his fingers probe the entire length of her warmly twitching furrow of cuntal flesh. He massaged the tender clitoris, which hardened instantly, sending a shiver of lewd excitement through the lust-crazed actress; then, without warning, he suddenly buried his outstretched middle finger deeply into the wildly throbbing vaginal sheath.
"YES!" she cried, opening her legs to receive his plunging finger. "YESSSSS!"
Bill eagerly wormed his finger into the warm moist interior of her pussy, and the action seemed to drive her mad with lust.
"Oh I want you to come into me now! Now!" she cried, driven to the point of erotic explosion by his finger strokes.
The shamelessly aroused actress moved quickly towards another part of the room, facing the vast expanse of mirror. She knelt down dog fashion, facing it.
Damn, Bill thought, what the hell is she up to?
Her gleaming white buttocks waggled at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be taken from behind.
My god, she wants me dog fashion, so she can watch it in the mirror! Christ!
Edy knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Despite his initial shock, Bill found himself driven wild by every crude, obscene aspect of her behavior. She was calling forth a dark jungle instinct that he had only barely known existed until recently. It was a barbaric, vulgar part of him and he reveled in it!
"Fuck me from behind," she screamed. "Ram that big cock of yours right into me from behind!"
At her lewd words, the young lawyer exploded with lust. He moved to her, breathing like a panting beast, his massive hardness fully erect and purplish-red from excitement. The veins along the length of his organ were fully outlined and straining against the thin membrane of skin as his sperm-laden balls rocked and thundered with passion. The naked young attorney positioned himself behind her and placed the pounding head of his massive pole at the wetly puckering entrance to her pussy, then he caught sight of himself in the mirror and could scarcely believe what he beheld. He looked like a rampaging demon-god or satyr. It was a wild and powerful image he beheld, a side of himself both new and extraordinary!
GIVE IT TO ME, LOVER! SLAM IT INTO ME NOW!" she cried out, her head thrown back, her green eyes glazed with lust and cocaine.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHH!" Bill cried, and shoved his long, massively thick penis all the way up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath almost to her belly; he buried it up to the hilt, causing his sperm-bloated testicles to bounce against the back of her eagerly trembling thighs. He began ramming his cock in and out of her hot young pussy, and each thrust made a wet sluicing sound that drove them both mad with sensuality.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "You feel so good."
"So do you, lover! Your cock feels like a big hot log inside me ! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He began to move his lust-inflated cock in and out of her, increasing his rhythm as he went. A savage music came pounding from the hidden stereo speakers: wild, erotic guitar music, drums that drove him on with vulgar insistency. Edy pumped back eagerly, her vaginal walls growing moist; the tight flesh clasped hungrily at his long battering ram.
The frenzied young attorney had never before known such a savage sense of freedom. It was an incredible extension of the sense of lewd abandon that he felt last night when he had cruelly attacked his wife. Now, in the most ferocious coupling of his life, with a female that was desired by millions of men all over the world, he felt potent and lusty beyond his wildest dreams. He rammed her with mounting intensity that bordered on animal madness.
"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you! FUCK YOU!" he shouted.
His obscene shouts, combined with the lascivious images in the mirror, transformed Edy's mind into a turbulent, drug-clouded whirlpool of passion and coarse sexuality. She felt his hard, sweaty body twisting and plunging into her from behind, driving her to maddening heights of sexual delirium. Her loins were burning with passion!
"HARDER," she cried, "FUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME! MAKE ME HURT!"
Her obscene words, and the sight of her thrashing like a feverish banshee in the mirror, drove him on.
So she likes it hard and rough, he thought energetically, well that suits me fine!
Bill had never fucked like this in his life, but he was somehow completely, instinctively at home. He was discovering missing parts of himself. All tender sensibilities were driven totally from his mind as he fucked her without mercy, his powerful, rock-hard buttocks slamming like a wrecking ball as he battered her femaledom. His long, sinewy cock was gorged to the bursting point, as his lust-tightened balls slapped wildly against the actress' wet inner thighs. The sex-maddened young lawyer felt every muscle strained and tense with desire.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" Edy screamed, reveling obscenely in this animal-like fucking she was receiving. The harder he drove into her the more she wanted! And if it hurt and bruised her, than that made it all the more exciting, for the pain affected her like a wild aphrodisiac. She lived for two things: erotic pleasure and public acclaim. She wanted and needed both as much as the cocaine that seeped through her brain. The amoral sex goddess was one of the most shocking creatures in Hollywood! And she didn't care! She craved only excitement now! She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his vile, iron-hard cock burying into her, plunging along the moistly steaming walls of her boiling pussy and slamming like a piston against the tender shuddering nub of her cervix.
Suddenly, Bill felt his wild seed begin to hotly surge and gather in his loins. His testicles, swinging and bouncing as he screwed her mightily, began to build up pressure which would, within seconds, become intolerable.
Edy felt the change in him, and at the same time felt herself bathed in a new exultancy. The exquisite throbbing in her wetly quivering pussy began to grow into earthquake proportions; she was bathed in waves of scalding, pulsing pleasure too erotically beautiful to withhold.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH" she screamed, "I'M CUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGG!"
Her eyes were transfixed on the bronzed lawyer's gleaming, muscular body, caught in the beginning spasms of his own orgasm, as it was reflected in the mirror, while her body shuddered with explosions.
"AHH . AH . . UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Bill yelled as he spurted his torrents of hot jism into her wildly trembling cunt. "FUCK . . FUCK .. AAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" He drove himself in a way he had never done with his wife. His cock was shooting rocket fuel a thousand tons a second into the luridly writhing female.
Edy received his piston-strokes with shrieking cries! Her warmly seeping cuntal juices were flowing freely, and a velvety pleasure washed through her abdomen like a hot magic river.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH...AHHHHH...." she mewled, as little sparkles of warmth raced through every part of her body.
Gradually Bill spent himself completely, and he squeezed the last drops of liquid into her boiling pussy. Then, wordlessly, he withdrew and sank into the soft furry rug, completely exhausted.
Edy slumped forward onto the soft, satin pillows. Her skin felt gossamer, and her body trembled with the aftermath of the intensity of her orgasm.
"My, my, my...." she sighed languidly, "and just think, it's not even noon yet. I may never find those contracts."
Bill laughed, then impulsively leaned over and kissed her deeply and hard on the lips. The kiss lasted less than twenty seconds, and that was long enough for his penis to begin crawling back to a new hardness again.
CHAPTER FOUR
In a remote part of Laurel Canyon, at the end of a winding dirt road, a dilapidated shack stood nearly hidden in the thick bushes and trees. To the untutored eye, the cabin looked deserted. There seemed to be no sign of life anywhere. Yet, hidden in the bushes was an old white delivery truck, and next to it a "chopper," a rebuilt Harley-Davidson motorcycle with all the features of a typical "outlaw" machine: Long exaggerated front, low-slung seat, plenty of chrome and bright enamel paint. On the door of the shack was a painted death's-head, insignia of the Satan's Studs. The early afternoon California sun beat down unmercifully on the weathering wood of the shack.
Inside, Spyder sat at a crude table, straddling a chair and swigging down the contents of a beer can. Across from him, just below the shack's only window, lay Lori Taylor, sprawled out unconscious on a cot. The rest of the one room shack contained only mattresses strewn about for club orgies, an old refrigerator, and motorcycle parts. The smell of grease and oil hung in the air. The only light other than the thin sunlight that barely filtered through the dirty window was an overhead bulb that cast a sickly yellowish cast over everything. The walls were strewn with hastily pasted up magazine pictures of nude women, motorcycles, and other outlaw clubs: Hell's Angels, Diablo's, Road Burners...
Spyder drank a hefty swallow of the warm beer and some of it spilled down his mouth, dripping onto his naked chest and jeans. He sat dressed only in his Levi's and boots. His "colors", the cutoff denim jacket with the club emblem, hung on a nail near the door. The muscular cyclist watched as Lori lay sleeping, dressed in the clothes he had found her in that morning; the blouse that tied at the waist and her hip-hugger jeans.
She's a fuckin' pretty chick, he admitted, watching her sleeping like a baby ... as if nothing had happened that morning.
He felt exultant that the first stage of his carefully planned revenge had gone without a hitch. The outlaw and his pals had spies at Bill's law office, so when his unexpected appointment with Edy Randall came up, it was immediately decided that this was the weekend to put the plan into action. The first step was the kidnap-rape of his wife. Now. his eyes hungrily drinking in her voluptuous young body stretched prone on the low cot, her rich dark brown hair spilling like melted chocolate on the mattress and surrounding her head like a halo, her radiant face calm with slumber, Spyder felt a strange pang of ... of "understanding" begin to penetrate his brain. He had already fucked her up the ass and dug it, and now he was planning even more lurid events for his vengeance; yet her body, with it's firmly thrust breasts and curving hips, the long tapering legs that were as graceful as a magazine model's seemed unexpectedly vulnerable to him.
Oirist, man, you 're going soft, he thought to himself as he swallowed more beer. They didn't have no pity for Sal, did they?
With growing bitterness he remembered the sensational trial. They had railroaded Sal into jail, he was sure of it, with a determination that was less a process of justice than it was a vendetta from the "straight" world against all outlaw motorcyclists.
Those goddamn uptight bastards won't be happy till they get every one of us behind bars.
To Spyder the straight world meant suits and ties, holding down a boring nine-to-five job, kissing the behind of the boss whenever you needed a break, marriage that turned into a rut of disappointment and unhappiness. His parents, good Irish stock, had toed the line all their lives. They had run a little grocery store and had done their best to raise their son to be an upright citizen. But he had seen them struggling year after year for a little money and saw it get them nowhere. Then, when they couldn't meet a mortgage payment on the store the bank swooped down and foreclosed without giving them even a decent chance to get the money together. Then they watched as a freeway was built right through their old property. The brink got all the money that should have been rightly theirs. After that, Spyder saw no reason to stick to the straight and narrow. He had taken up with the Satin's Studs from the minute he ran into them in a bar in Venice, near Santa Monica. They were tough, they were raunchy, they had a code of honor that made more sense to him than anything he had seen in the straight world.
The outlaw gang had accepted him immediately; instinctively they recognized his ability for leadership, and within a year of his joining, they made him president; it was a position he enjoyed and handled well. The Studs were his whole life now. He was rarely out of uniform, his "colors" and "originals". His days were spent working on his bike, making runs with the club, or fucking Man, that's one of the best features of this life, he mused leeringly, all the pussy you can handle.
For Snyder not only enjoyed the favors of his regular girl, Rina, who was barely seventeen, but was free to screw anybody he wanted...any of the other cyclists "mama's" or the sex-starved chicks from Los Angeles that found their way regularly to the Studs clubhouse. He was surprised, he remembered, when he first joined the club, how many women, straight women, housewives and career women alike, were eager to get fucked by some cyclist's big cock. They had come out of the city in an almost endless stream. . . drawn by lurid tales from the newspapers, or magazines...hoping to bring some excitement into their hum-drum housewifery lives, eager to have some brute in dungarees fuck them silly. Spyder smiled a slow leering grin, remembering the endless orgies, the availability of tender pussy flesh wherever and whenever he wanted it! His mammoth cock jerked excitedly against the fraying denim of his jeans as his brain flooded with images of cunt and fucking. His eyes darted to the sleeping young housewife.
Yeah, baby, it's your turn now!
The sympathy he had felt before faded, and his actions were governed now by his dark animal instincts and desire for revenge.
"Hey bitch," he called, "rise and shine."
At first the dark-haired girl didn't hear him. Since blacking out in her apartment after he had taken her brutally in the anus, she had remained unconscious.
"BITCH!" he shouted.
Suddenly Lori's eyes flew open. Fear flashed across her face as she realized she was no longer in her comfortable apartment. Gasping, she sat up on the cot, then was almost overwhelmed by a spasm of pain that throbbed mercilessly from her back regions.
"Oh God . . ." she moaned. "Where am I?"
"Easy ... me and a couple of the boys rolled you up in a rug, and carried you right out the back entrance into the delivery truck. Nobody said a fuckin' word."
He laughed uproariously at his success.
Lori's head began to pound; she felt slightly sick and wanted more than anything to go home. She wanted to be with Bill, to have her tall husband hold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be all right.
Maybe. . . maybe, she realized in a flash, I'll never see him again. Oh God! OH GOD!
Stark terror rolled through her like a clap of thunder and her shapely young body shuddered in fear. Tears started coming to her eyes.
"None of that," Spyder snarled. "You've cried enough tears to drown an army. It's bullshit!"
At his words, the young wife abruptly stopped weeping. Who was this lewd, hulking barbarian? Why did he have such power over her?
"You know," he continued, "you're not a bad looking piece of ass. How about a beer?"
"No ... no ... no ... " she stuttered, "I don't think so."
"Okay," he said, "then how about sucking my cock?"
Lori's eyes widened. With a little cry she drew back on the bed, mortally afraid.
"Wh... what?" she asked in an alarmed voice.
"I said how about sucking my cock! You know what cock is don't you?" he asked, rising and unzipping his tight denims. Leering obscenely, he withdrew his thickly muscled penis, already half-erect with lusty anticipation. "My prick! I want you to put your sweet soft lips around it and suck me till I cum in your mouth!"
Lori's brain reeled at his suggestion. She had never done such a thing, even with her husband. She had never even considered it. To do something like that, to actually take his "thing" in her mouth was dirty and vile! Menacing visions of Aunt Dorothy once again swirled through her brain making her reel with terror.
"No . .. NO!" she pleaded. "I can't!"
"Sure you can, baby," he said, putting down the beer and walking slowly towards her stroking his rapidly awakening maledom. "And I'll bet you're going to be like all the other chicks and even get to love it!"
The terrified young housewife cringed against the wooden wall behind the cot, as he came toward her slowly, menacingly, jerking his massively pulsating flesh to full erection. Her eyes were riveted to the throbbing monstrosity and its thick blood-engorged veins that stood out under the thin membrane of skin.
He actually wants me to take it in my mouth! OH NO! MY GOD!
"Come on baby, suck it!"
Running his tongue across his lips, Spyder slowly unbuckled his "originals" and let them fall to his ankles: then with a muscular arm he reached out and grabbed her roughly by the hair.
"Oooooohh!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
"I said suck it, cunt!"
Harshly he shoved her face right into his naked loins. Lori could smell the pungent male odor that rose from his genitals, and she was repelled by it. I CAN'T, I CAN'T, her mind screamed.
But Spyder gripped her again mercilessly by the hair and pressed her mouth against his gorged penis.
"I SAID SUCK IT! NOW!!"
There was no way out of it. Lori knew she had to surrender. The bulbous, ruddy head of his long hard penis was brushing obscenely against her lips as the savage outlaw motorcyclist towered above her, waiting for her to lick and suck his mighty pillar of maledom. She tightened her mouth in fear, refusing to allow the vile object to penetrate her mouth. But Spyder gave a sharp twist to her hair.
"AAAGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed. "ALL RIGHT! I'll do it! Don't hurt me anymore. Please!"
Knowing what she was being forced to do, a wave of shame washed through her and the sweat of fear broke out on her forehead. Timidly she reached up and pulled back the soft foreskin, fully exposing the pulsing red knob. She shivered as her lips closed around the huge acorn-like tip. The feel of the rubbery, taut skin against her lips was at once dirty and, unexpectedly...thrilling!
Spyder moaned aloud as he felt her softly wet lips take the head of his cock into her warm mouth. He loved to be sucked off, and waves of randy lust surged through his entire body, at the thought of this helpless little housewife - all goodie-goodness and innocence - being forced to blow him. He jutted his hips forward, holding her by the head as she sat on the cot before him, and began to push his lust-thickened cock deeper into the hot wet cavern of her mouth. Lori timidly nibbled and probed at the intruding spear.
"Harder," he snarled, gripping her hair viciously, "suck it harder!"
Responding to his commands like an automaton, she began to suck his impatiently jerking penis with her mouth as he moved back and forth, swinging his hips lewdly, each time pushing his hard flesh farther and farther into her oral cavity. Lori kept fighting back a raging sense of loathing and disgust. The agonized young wife noted dimly the cruel irony of the situation; she had always been afraid of the powers of unleashed, savage sexuality, and now she was face to face with it, caught in a furious hurricane of lust. She was used to being treated tenderly and politely, as a lady - at least until last night: and now she was once again being brutalized in the most degrading fashion possible. She couldn't understand why, and yet, despite her deep disgust, there was a certain vulgar excitement to the callous way Spyder treated her. The enforced submission seemed to strike a note of familiarity in her, as if she had been waiting for it, wanting it secretly all her life.
Suddenly Spyder shoved his rock-hard cock deeply into her mouth, nearly gagging her. This new thrust made her pull away instinctively, but he tightened his grip on her hair, and she was forced to take his thickly elongated shaft almost to the back of her throat. She was beginning to perspire now, and her clothes were damp with it, as she licked and sucked his hot hard flesh, trying to please him as best she could despite her shame and loathing. She could feel the pulsating veins along the muscular length of his cock, and she nearly choked as he savagely rammed the steel-hard stalk into her mouth. Instinctively she began to realize that it was foolish for her to resist, that there was no escape; her best hope lay in surrender, in giving in totally to what was happening. Perhaps if she pleased him he would show her mercy, let her go free! Little by little she began to relax her jaw and mouth muscles, and to forcefully suck at the massive rod in rhythm to his pumping hips. The cringing girl could taste the little saliva droplets of pre-cum on her tongue as the warm fleshy knob of his wetly glistening cock moved in and out.
Spyder slid his long shaft slowly in and out, fully enjoying the feeling of her wet, warm lips working like a moistly clasping pussy around his prick. He savored the raunchy, lewd sensation of her teeth rubbing lightly against the sensitive underside of his cock, and he began to increase his tempo as lust rose in him like a column of fire.
Gazing down at the terrified young girl sucking him furiously, he realized that she had never done such a thing in her life, and the lewd thought gave him a tremendous sense of power and dominance. This was his revenge on the straight world, tearing right through the mask of hypocrisy and false prudishness to the reality of erotic excitement. If this chick was like all the other housewives and straight broads he's known, then it was only a matter of time before she realized there was real enjoyment to be had in his world. And if she didn't realize it, then that was too fuckin' bad, because he sure did.
Wild with sensuality, he suddenly buried his powerfully pulsating penis up to the hilt in Lori's warmly soft mouth.
"SUCK MY COCK, YOU BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF PUSSY!" he shouted obscenely.
Lori almost choked on this last brutal charge, but something had begun to happen to her. Involuntarily, from somewhere in the darkest corner of her mind, a new feeling began to overtake her, a wave of savagely, hotly eager delight started to destroy the shame and disgust she felt. It was a sort of perverse land of...enjoyment. . . yet! That was the word...she was almost beginning to enjoy what was happening to her!
No, her mind shouted in turmoil, how can it be? This is against all principles of decency and morality, I mustn't enjoy it, I MUSTN'T!
Yet despite her mute inner protest, a blazing, vulgar vision began to unfold in her mind as she closed her eyes and continued to suck Spyder's long hard cock. She saw herself, in her mind's eyes, as a prostitute...alluring, and totally desirable...and she was sucking a customer's penis. He was a barbarian from ancient times ... a crude, barbarous animal who had captured her and forced her into this whorish position ... but she liked it. SHE LIKED IT!
She saw herself on a downtown street in the middle of Los Angeles kneeling in front of Spyder in broad daylight. She was naked and everyone looked on...including...including Bill! Her husband! For a moment the lewd vision almost shocked Lori into reality, but she was so overwhelmed with pornographic dreams that it was soon swept away. She began to feel sexy and provocative in a way she had never felt before!
I'm licking and tasting the penis of a filthy motorcycle kidnapper, she thought to herself, and I love it! I LOVE IT!.
She became consumed, overwhelmed by the vividness of her new-found sexual identity, and before she knew what she was doing she began to suck Spyder's massively heated shaft with new abandon. With mounting excitement the young wife worked over his long fleshy tool with eagerly smacking lips. What had been revolting and loathsome only minutes ago now began to take hold of her with demonic force. Her whole body began to palpitate and her heart beat wildly against her chest. She was no longer Lori, a meek, demure housewife. Now she was the wild lover of a brute outlaw, submerged in a devastating sea of forbidden excitement.
"Mmmmmmm...." she moaned, "MMMMMMMMMMNN!"
Spyder could feel the change in her attitude. So, I was right! The bitch is starting to dig it! Far out! Then let's go to town, baby!
'That's it, cunt, suck my cock like nobody's business!"
He began to pump his hips back and forth faster and faster, his body trembling with lust. Lori slavered greedily over his pulsing tool, then slid her warmly eager open mouth down over his huge, throbbing balls while her hands continued to massage the cock. The hairy, round sacs filled her mouth with hot pulsing flesh as her moistened lips savored every inch of his sperm-filled nuts. She couldn't get enough of him. This was better than anything she had known before, far better than with her husband. With a deep groan, she abandoned herself completely to the obscene act...The shamelessly aroused wife had no idea she had a witness, or she might not have been so abandoned.
Outside the shack, peeking in the window, a buxom young girl of about seventeen was excitedly watching the sensual scene taking place inside.
So, Spyder's got another young chick to suck him off! Great! What a man he is!
The girl was dressed in tight dungarees, high leather lace-up boots, and a man's T-shirt. She too, wore a cutoff jacket, with the Satan's Stud's death's-head stitched to the back.
Rina, she thought to herself, you sure got yourself a real good boyfriend with Spyder!
She was not at all repelled by the actions of the motorcycle gang leader. She enjoyed it quite a bit. As far as she was concerned anything Spyder wanted to do was fine as long as he buried that huge cock of his into her own warmly receptive pussy from time to time. But there was no problem there - far from it! Spyder was ready to fuck anytime, day or night! His gargantuan shaft of hot male flesh was inexhaustible. As the young nymphet watched the pretty, straight-looking chick sucking her crude lover's cock, the girl's hands flew instinctively to the crotch of her jeans and she began to massage her pussy through the tight faded material.
Inside the shack, Lori was trembling with new-found sensations. She was lost, beyond the reach of her conscious mind; she was a sucking, licking madwoman, a slave-captive anxious to please her muscularly domineering master! As Spyder's cruelly plunging strokes came faster and faster, so did her sucking become more hungry and devouring. She had completely lost her identity as Lori Taylor. She was Spyder's whore! ALL SHE WANTED TO DO WAS SUCK HIS COCK!
Spyder felt a surging sensation gush through his throbbing balls as his hot semen began to wind its way through his aching inflated sacs ....
He's going to cum soon, Rina thought as she watched through the window. She could tell by the way his body began to jerk and his eyes closed to enjoy his mounting orgasm. She loved to watch him cum ... either with her or other chicks. The teenager continued to feverishly rub the crotch of her jeans. Even though she had been there a few seconds, her tight little pussy was moist, ready and eager to have an orgasm as she watched her brute of a lover cum wildly in a strange woman's mouth.
"Oooooohhhhh...." she moaned to quake with the surging tide of his orgasm, then it inundated him.
In total accord, Lori felt her own eagerly twitching pussy beginning to vibrate with sympathetic excitement. Juices poured forth from her throbbing inner cuntal walls as she continued to suck greedily at Spyder's wildly jerking penis. Suddenly, the thick cum burst forth like a cannon blast from his iron-hard shaft, and she felt the hot liquid fill her mouth ... at first she was repelled, this was a totally new sensation, but within seconds the loathing changed to delight as she gulped his manly essence with relish, sucking and pulling at his pulsating cock with tightly compressed lips while Spyder rammed his lust-thickened cudgel into her in the convulsive throes of orgasm.
''OOOOOOHHHHHH BB BBBB AAAAABBBBBEEEEEEE!" he bellowed with delight, feeling his white-hot load spurt out of his manhood and into the warmly sucking interior of her mouth.
Outside, Rina massaged her wantonly writhing loins with mounting excitement, feeling the material of her jeans wet with female juice as she reached her climax automatically at the sight of her boyfriend's lewd explosion.
Suck my lover off, suck him off good, she thought deliriously, as rippling waves of erotic sensation surged through her.
Inside the shack Lori greedily devoured the pungent male essence. Her own heatedly aroused vagina was boiling with excitement and to her shuddering surprise, she felt herself cumming spontaneously.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhnnnnnn...." she mewled as she continued to suck his massively jerking penis dry, "mmmmmnnnnnn Gradually, Spyder felt the last of his impatiently churning cum draining from the softening rod, and he slowly withdrew his warmly moist shaft from her heated velvet-soft mouth.
Lori looked up at him like a little girl, licking the last heady drop of his semen from her lips; her throat felt warm and relaxed from the massive orgasm, and her body seemed to be less tense.
"How'd you like it, bitch? Want to suck me off again?"
Suddenly, at his words, Lori realized the full extent of what she had done. Loathing herself, she turned away from him as a cold chill wafted through her subserviently kneeling body. At that moment, the door of the shack opened and Rina appeared, smiling like an angel.
"Hi," she said.
"Hello baby," Spyder exclaimed, grinning widely, "come on in and join the party."
CHAPTER FIVE
With a delighted little cry, Rina ran into the room and lithely leapt into the arms of her tall, muscular lover. They kissed passionately, as if they hadn't seen each other for years, their hot tongues mingling lewdly. Spyder ran his big hands over her supple young body as the tousle-haired girl tightly clamped her legs around his massive frame.
"I watched you through the window," she exclaimed happily after they broke their feverish kiss.
"Yeah?" the cyclist said, smiling wickedly. He glanced at Lori, as Rina unclamped her legs and swung them to the floor. "Isn't she somethin'?" he asked, fondling his girlfriend's round, firmly thrust breasts with his eager hands. Rina took hold of his left hand and drew it down to the moist crotch of her jeans.
"See? I came a little too, just watching her suck you off." She giggled, then added, "She didn't look like she knew what to do."
Lori could scarcely believe the shameless vulgarity of the girl who barely looked seventeen and yet was so devoid of guilt.
Spyder massaged the wet place between Rina's legs, then glanced leeringly at the cringing woman in the corner who stared open-mouthed at them. By the way, baby, this is Lori Taylor. Remember? That lawyer's wife."
Rina's eyes widened as she looked at the fearful young woman.
"You mean you're the one the Studs been after, huh?" she asked with all the innocence of a child. "You're pretty. Real pretty."
The timid young wife looked at the girl in shocked disbelief.
How can she live such a degraded, horrible life and still look so fresh and unspoiled?
The uninhibited teenager moved curiously towards the cot. Lori glanced at her short blonde hair, cut almost like a boy's, and at her shapely young body. It was amazing to the captive wife that the girl could be so young, yet so well developed. Her face was impish, with bright blue eyes and a pug nose, and full, sensual lips. Her lush young breasts, nearly visible beneath the thin white T-shirt, pushed out proudly, and the outlines of the tiny nipples, hard with excitement, were clearly etched beneath the supple cloth. She was petite, but her hips curved voluptuously. Her legs were slender and perfectly tapered beneath the tight denim of her jeans and high, laced boots. The young wife felt an unexpected twinge of desire and expectancy surge through her as the seductive teenage nymphet sat next to her on the cot.
"You're not what I expected at all," Rina said brightly. "I thought you'd be ugly or something, but you're beautiful. It was real nice to watch you suck my old man's cock. Real nice."
Lori drew back, once again shocked at the young girl's words: she was unable to comprehend how it was possible to be so open about such intimate matters. Why wasn't the girl jealous? Or angry? She seemed as vulgar and coarse in her desires as her cyclist lover, and yet her ingenuous, bouyant personality seemed to be a complete paradox.
"You...you liked watching it?" Lori asked her in disbelief."
"Sure. I always like to watch it, don't you?"
"I...I've never...never watched anyone...." the dark-haired beauty stammered timidly.
"Would you like to watch me suck off Spyder?" Rina asked.
"No ... No ... " Lori replied automatically.
"But, I don't mind ... I'd love it," she exclaimed and eagerly jumped up and ran to Spyder who was shaking his head and smiling, amused at the antics of his young "mama". Rina unzipped his jeans and quickly withdrew her boyfriend's fleshy, rapidly-hardening penis. Pulling back the foreskin with her thumb and forefinger, she knelt down and took it in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mewled as she sucked it expertly, her young hands clutching at the hard buttocks of his greasy jeans.
"That's why I love this little bitch," Spyder said, grinning lewdly as his crop-haired girl wrapped her warm lips tightly around his massively erect cock. "Never know what she's gonna do next. She's the hottest little chickie in the state. She'll do anybody, anytime! She took on the whole gang once, out in the woods, because it was somebody's birthday. She was so happy she wanted to give him a gift." He laughed uproariously. "She ended up giving a gift to everybody! It was really far out!"
As Lori watched, awe-struck by the lewd scene taking place before her, her mind spun rapidly with wildly mixed reactions. Rina was so young, and yet she had more worldly experience than the amazed housewife thought was possible! What's more, she seemed to relish her shameless behavior, she craved it! How different she was from Lori. I wonder if I could ever be that free, she thought quietly to herself. Maybe Bill wouldn't be so angry if she was able to do things for him the way Rina does for Spyder.
She was amazed to find herself thinking these things, and yet she knew instinctively that there was a kernel of truth in her disturbing thoughts. But then, in a bitter, relentless rush, her old prudishness welled up furiously as if to counteract these new ideas with harsh reminders of her upbringing. Echoes of Aunt Dorothy's stern warnings shot through her brain like jolts of electricity.
IF YOU MUST ONCE LET YOURSELF GO, LORI, YOU'LL FALL SO LOW YOU'LL NEVER CLIMB UP AGAIN! IF YOU GIVE IN ONCE TO ANIMAL DESIRES THAT'S THE END! YOU MAY AS WELL DIE BECAUSE YOUR LIFE WILL BE OVER!
It was a terrifying and totally convincing argument, yet Lori had to admit that the torrid scene taking place before her was a forceful refutation of her Aunt's harsh morality! Rina seemed no worse off for her obscene activities; indeed she obviously thrived on them. Maybe Lori didn't have to go that far, but perhaps...perhaps, she thought, if she opened herself a bit more...Her eyes began to rove eagerly over the riveting sight of a ravishing teenage girl slavering hotly over the pumping genitals of her outlaw lover. Lori watched the near-child tightly compress her lips over the hotly pulsing penis and take her man's lust-hardened cock deeply into her wetly eager mouth, as if she would swallow it. Without realizing it, she began to admire the girl, and her gaze wandered openly over the teenagers curvaceous, compact body.
Spyder noted Lori's interest.
"Nice, huh?" he said. "Want a little?"
Lori turned away quickly, blushing in embarrassment.
"Hey Rina," Spyder exclaimed, gently pulling the young girl's mouth away from his moist thick pillar. "How about giving the lady a taste?"
"Sure," Rina said, gazing up at Spyder with rapt adoration. "Anything you say."
She rose and turned to Lori.
"I think you're real cute, Lori. Can I kiss you?"
In a thunderous flash, Bill's young wife realized what was about to happen.
Spyder wanted Rina to make love to her!
"I... I don't know...." she stammered, terrified. Waves of fear washed over her at the thought of another girl touching her...kissing her.
"Oh please...." Rina pleaded, "I can make you feel real good!"
"It ain't polite to turn down my girl's requests, bitch," the motorcyclist snapped angrily. "UNDERSTAND?"
His forceful words reminded Lori quickly that she was totally at his mercy. Reluctantly, and shaking with fear, she turned to face the open girlish face of his young nymphet.
"Don't worry, honey," Rina said warmly. "It'll seem a little weird at first, but you'll like it."
Lori's body was shaking with terror. The tips of her fingers had grown ice-cold, and she closed her eyes in abject humiliation. Winking at Spyder, Rina sat carefully on the cot next to the shuddering lawyer's wife. She reached out with her hands and tried to embrace Lori, but the dark-haired woman drew back, afraid.
"Go on!" Spyder demanded. "GO ON!"
Lori turned and looked at Rina full in the face. The girl's blue eyes seemed so friendly and full of good intentions that much of her own anxiety seemed to recede. Tentatively she lifted her arms, as did Rina, and the two girls moved slowly into an embrace. Their wetly parted lips drew closer and closer and soon the soft, warm female mouths were touching, kissing. It was the first time Lori had ever kissed a woman since she was a small child, and the feel of Rina's succulent young lips was strange and forbidding.
The teenager pressed her eager mouth against Lori's and kissed her passionately, delighted by the silky fullness of the young wife's lips. Her small pink tongue wetly explored the fleshy surface of the older woman's mouth as she drew her tighter into an embrace. She tried to shove her tongue between Lori's lips, but found the other mouth tightly shut in terror.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Taylor," Rina whispered encouragingly. "It's going to be all right. Just relax. Take it easy."
Trying to calm the obviously tense young woman, Rina eased her gently down on the couch and slowly began to untie the thin white blouse. She let the material fall away from Lori's huge breasts, which jutted up like ripely proud melons, shimmering pink in the glow of the dim light of the cabin.
"Just relax and let me show you how," she whispered, her voice suddenly hoarse as she caught sight of the older woman's nakedly firm flesh.
In spite of her fright, Lori glanced up appreciatively at the young girl. It was incredibly sweet of her to be so understanding, and she found herself softening in her attitude towards the teenager. Up till now she had been repelled and shaken by the events that had taken place, but suddenly, under the calming spell of the cyclist's girlfriend, she began to relax and surrender to this strange turn of fate. Rina let her fingers graze lightly over Lori's sleek blossoming orbs and flicked the little buds of the nipples lightly so that they hardened quickly erect under her light touch.
"She has real nice tits," Rina said to Spyder. "Real soft and warm."
"Yeah
Spyder agreed enthusiastically, baring his chipped teeth and laughing heartily.
Wearied to death of resisting, Lori let Rina massage her softly tingling breasts. Somehow it felt soothing to have a girl's cool, tapering fingers kneading her mounds of flesh so tenderly and gently; it was quite pleasant in fact, and she emitted a long, luxuriant sigh as she felt the eager young female fingers caressing her flesh so skillfully.
Rina gazed down and smiled as she let her hands wander sensually over Lori Taylor's naked upper torso. She was such a pretty young woman, just the sort of person Rina would like to have had for an older sister. She wanted to please this dark-haired captive, and to please Spyder too, by giving him a scene that would turn him on. She loved to see her rugged boyfriend sexually excited, and whenever something she did caused him to have a good hard-on, it was a personal triumph to her. She knew she truly belonged in this world when she could bring such happiness to both men and to women. Happily, she bent down and began to suck on Lori's firm, rubbery nipples with her tender wet lips. She lost herself serenely in the soft flesh, letting her mouth rove freely over one ripe, globular mound, then the other. How warm and satiny they were! How lovely to taste and suck!
"MMMMMMMM
" Rina moaned as she buried her face in the faintly perfumed warmth. Her hands flew up to the long silky strands of mahogany-colored hair, and she caressed Lori's wild mane sensuously, reveling in the soft texture. "Oooooooohhhhhhh...." she sighed lifting her head momentarily from the young wife's sloping breasts, "you're so sweet, Mrs. Taylor, I could suck on your wonderful breasts all day."
Lori could hardly believe her ears. What this near-child was saying was incredible! She actually took pleasure in kissing a woman's breasts, and fondling female bodies! It was horrid and depraved, wasn't it? Hadn't Aunt Dorothy warned her about such "perverted" activities? But if it was true, why was the girl so happy, why was she abandoning herself at only the slightest urging from her brutal boyfriend? And more important . . why oh why does it feel so good!
"Touch me, please . . ." Rina said softly. 'Touch my body too...please?"
As if in a dream, Lori obeyed the girl's lewd request. She reached out her hands and slipped the cutoff denim jacket from the slim teenager's shoulders, then, with trembling hands, pulled off the thin T-shirt and tossed the dirty white garment to the floor, timidly letting her hands play over the young girl's back and shoulders. The warm flesh felt soft and silky, and the young wife could scarcely conceal her mounting excitement as her fingers grazed the teenager's nakedly tender skin touching it softly and curiously, exploring for the first time the softly warm secrets of another female body. Rina's flesh was delightfully smooth, and before Lori knew what she was doing, her hands were playfully roving over the teenager's resilient young breasts.
How good they feel, she thought to herself, how wonderfully good!
In a burst of forbidden delight, she took Rina's face to her hands and brought it close to her own. Gazing intently at the clear, sparkling blue eyes and pug nose, it seemed as if she held a kid sister in her arms, she was such a fragrant, luscious young girl. Refusing to think about what she was doing, the older woman kissed the girl on the lips, savoring the fullness of them and letting her tongue rove wantonly over the smooth little teeth.
Christ, Spyder thought as he watched Lori's new-found interest in Rina, it looks like this chick is really going to town! Great!
His massive prick stiffened at the sight of the two desirable young females fondling and kissing each other passionately. They were both gleamingly naked from the waist up and the sight of their golden, succulent breasts crushed against each other and their lips wetly intertwined in warm female love brought forth a new surge of rippling lust. His eyes were glued to their ripely curvaceous forms, and his hand reached down to stroke his moistened cock, still hard as a rock from Rina's earlier sucking.
"That's it, girls," he called out, stroking his long thick penis openly, "enjoy each other. You only live once!"
Lori could scarcely believe what was happening. She actually was beginning to enjoy kissing and hugging the pretty young girl. She knew it was beyond all moral decency, but somehow she didn't care because she was beginning to feel so good! After the rapid series of brutal attacks by men, this tender, charming love making with a soft little girl in her arms was slowly removing all fears from her mind. She began to surrender, as if drugged, to the delightful new thrills that were engulfing her bewildered senses. She kissed Rina's face, and her kisses were returned eagerly, hungrily.
The two girls were deeply engrossed in exploring each other's bodies, covering each other with hot little kisses and eager hugs, when Rina pulled away momentarily.
"Let me see you naked," she implored, "I want to see your whole body and sweet pussy naked."
"Yes .. . yes...." Lori agreed spontaneously. She was past all sense of right and wrong now, all she wanted was to purr love out to this desirable young girl.
Rina carefully undid the hooks and zippers of Lori's hip-huggers. Then, as the young wife lay back languidly on the cot, she slowly began to slide the denim slacks down her legs. Both she and Spyder watched the slow tantalizing exposure of her warmly gleaming flesh with hot anticipation.
Man, that lawyer has some broad for a wife, the cyclist mused as he once again gazed over the dark-haired woman's nakedly voluptuous body lying now in anticipation on the cot. He took in every inch of her supple nakedness, from the creamy mounds of her breasts to the long, perfectly sculptured legs. With his hand he squeezed his mammoth, lust-engorged penis making it ache with lust; his other hand groped lewdly at his dangling balls, kneading them into erotic frenzy as the obscene display unfolded before his hungry eyes.
The teenager leaned over the eagerly trembling young wife and began to lick every inch of that luscious body with her expert, hot little tongue. Rina made a warm trail from the top of Lori's forehead slowly down over her face and neck, sensuously licking the swan-like neck and shoulders; her warm tongue grazed so tenderly across Lori's firmly rounded breasts and down the smooth curving planes of her taut stomach that the lawyer's wife was completely enchanted. She lay back as tingling tremors ran through her entire body from the teenager's incredible oral activity. Soon, the darting little tongue found its way to the sparse, softly curling patch of pubic hair that curved like a protective bush around the golden slit of Lori's cunt.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh
Rina...." The passive woman moaned ecstatically as the girl's hotly moistened lips touched her delicate, petal-like folds of her cuntal flesh. "That feels lovely .... lovely...."
Rina glanced up to see Lori's eyes closed in raptuous happiness. The teenager's heart leapt excitedly as she realized she was giving this strange new creature enormous pleasure. She then glanced at Spyder, who watched the luscious females intently, lewdly stroking his moistened swollen genitals with both hands. Her hulking lover nodded approvingly, and Rina went back to her task up between the young wife's legs with renewed enthusiasm. She ran her tongue up and down the entire length of Lori's warmly quivering pussy lips, sending waves of trembling pleasure gushing upwards throughout the older girl's body.
"Oooooohhhh...." Lori sighed, "ooooooohhhhhhhh
"
The lusty little teenager concentrated on finding the little pulsing bud of the clitoris, and doing so she began to massage it lewdly with her lips and tongue, finding just the right spot she hoped would drive her new-found sister wild with frenzy. She let her hands rove adventurously over Lori's smooth, sleek breasts and shoulders as she voraciously sucked and licked the delicate little nub of flesh until it began to quiver passionately, coming erect like an eager little penis.
Anxious to return some measure of affection to the sensuous youngster, Lori let her hand flutter down to stroke the short-cropped blonde hair as Rina continued to tongue lash her wildly rejoicing pussy. The older woman's body began to writhe sensuously and her mouth fell laxly open in awe-struck happiness. Never in her wildest dreams did Taylor's young wife realize that she could find such enjoyment in sexual embrace with another female! And a teenager at that! It was almost impossible to believe that such a thing could happen to her, but her it was!
"ANNNNNGGGGGGH!" Lori groaned aloud as her clitoris began to tremble with waves of hot pleasure. "KEEP LICKING, RINA!" she found herself shouting spontaneously.
Both the teenager and Spyder were delighted with their progress.
Rina suddenly darted her tongue directly into the tight puckered entrance of Lori's pussy.
'OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!" the hotly aroused young wife cried out as she felt, for the first time in her life, the maddening thrill of another female's tongue in her moist and trembling cunt. Rina flicked the darting tip artfully into the quivering sheath; and jolting flashes of forbidden pleasure surged through Lori's body as Rina's serpentine oral member slid lewdly into the wet walls of her pussy. She gave herself fully to the probing of the girl and opened her legs wide, pulling her knees up, too, to give the teenager complete access to her wild pulsing cunt.
Rina pressed her face into the fluted pussy flesh, and her tongue plunged deeply into the eager, love hungry cavern.
It's like having a little cock in there, Lori mused, delirious with warm desire. I never would have thought it could be so wonderful as this! Never!
Rina's whirling, rotating tip deftly probed the pulsing interior of Lori's inexperienced vagina, and as the walls of her pussy began to undulate ecstatically, Lori was eager to increase the new found thrills that surged through her.
Maybe, she thought excitedly, maybe Aunt Dorothy was completely wrong! I don't want this to stop! I LOVE IT!
Wantonly, she began to grind her moistly trembling vagina up into Rina's face as the cyclist's girlfriend continued to drive her tongue deeply into the clasping cunt, while her experienced young hands massaged Lori's erect little nipples until those hardened buds were exploding with delight.
"MMMMMMMnnnnnnn . .. . " Rina mewled, her own body bathed with luxurious waves of hotly rippling lust.
Driven to new heights of frenzy by the extraordinary success Rina was having in breaking through Lori's prudish resistance, Spyder decided to increase the excitement of the obscene display before him.
"Swing around ... suck each other off," he called out, madly pumping his huge inflated cock with his hand.
Lori was confused as to what he meant, but Rina knew immediately what the new command implied. She moved back from Lori's warmly perfumed pussy and quickly swung her body around, positioning her own wetly excited cunt directly over the young woman's mouth so that they could share equally their mutual excitement. Then she bent down, supported on the sturdy cot by her elbows, and continued to lick greedily at the moist, pungent slit below.
At first the lawyer's spouse was completely shocked at the newest demand being made upon her. She had never in her life let her mouth or tongue touch another girl's genitals. In fact until Spyder had forced her to take his massive cock in her mouth only a short time earlier, she had never allowed herself to even consider the idea of touching anyone's sexual organs with her lips and tongue ... or permitting it to be done to her. But, she thought, she had found she not only could suck the outlaw's long hard penis, but she actually enjoyed doing the perverted act, despite a deep-seated loathing. Could she feel the same about sucking female's warmly moist pussy? Could she?
"GO ON!" Spyder shouted, "get your hot little tongue in Rina's pussy! NOW! LICK IT!"
Closing her eyes, and fighting back a sudden feeling of nausea, Lori opened her mouth and pushed out her delicate tongue as the teenaged girl lowered her wetly eager young cunt onto her face. At first the older woman recoiled from the slightly tart, feminine wetness she tasted as her tongue delicately probed at the moist, fleshy layer of outer lips; but soon her sense of compelling desire was recharged by Rina's tormenting little tongue grinding wantonly into her glistening vaginal passage. She began to tentatively explore the moistly quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the delicate strands of pubic hair that lines the soft, golden cleft.
Finding the nub of the clitoris, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and was startled to find the little bud respond and harden "OOOOOOHHHHH!" the teenager mewled, as Lori tentatively licked her eagerly pulsating pussy. Then the girl increased her own oral activity, rapidly darting her tongue deeply in and out of the wetly pulsing folds of cuntal flesh beneath her face.
Aroused beyond all control, Lori broke through the last remaining shreds of resistance, and began fucking her own tongue rapidly into Rina's warm quivering vaginal cavern.
Spyder watched lasciviously as the two female bodies undulated obscenely, their white, smooth bodies sparkling and gleaming, their mouths crushed against each other's pussies, as they moaned and writhed with lewd delight.
"OH YES," he cried out, jerking wildly at his bloated, madly throbbing cock, "SUCK OFF, YOU PRETTY LITTLE GIRLS, SUCK EACH OTHER OFF!"
Lori was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy. Like a woman possessed, she insanely drove her tongue into Rina's moistly clasping cuntal passage, hungrily exploring every inch of that succulent interior. It was so wonderful to discover the warmly exciting mysteries that were revealed to her, as if somehow she knew now what her own vagina was like by coming to know Rina's this way. It was undeniably thrilling, like sucking a kid sister, licking in happy abandon; she wanted only to give pleasure and repay pleasure to her new-found friend.
In the shadowy light of the cabin, the torrid scene grew wilder by the minute as all three became delirious with frenzied lust. Spyder sat only a few feet from the feverishly active naked females as he stroked his massively pulsing penis with grunting abandon; his eyes were glazed with raging excitement as he watched the wantonly writhing young girls tongue fucking each other.
He leered at Rina's nakedly gleaming buttocks which were quivering and undulating as Lori hungrily pressed her mouth and tongue into the teenager's frantic young cunt.
Christ, this is better than any movie! the cyclist thought, his brain rampaging with lust; his huge penis inflated near the bursting point as the ruddy head gorged with blood. His hand tightly gripped his heated shaft of throbbing flesh as he began stroking wildly, his breath coming faster and faster, sweat breaking out on his body.
Rina was ecstatic as she grew close to her orgasm. She loved to fuck and suck and it seemed that every day she spent as Spyder's "mama" brought her wonderful new people and bodies to love. Her mind flashed swiftly back to their first meeting. She had met Spyder only a few months ago when she had run away from the orphanage in Iowa and hitchhiked to Los Angeles. They met at a roadside burger stand. When she heard the roar of a Harley chopper that night in early spring, Rina hadn't eaten for three days. The sight of Spyder roaring up on his massive machine all gleaming with chrome made her eyes nearly pop out of her head. He was the sexiest, most exciting man she had ever seen; tough, muscular, and fiercely handsome. He looked like a barbarian chief, in his studded cutoff jacket and provocative, dirty denims. They had seen each other at once, and Spyder was as attracted to the perky, uninhibited youngster as she was to him. He bought her a jumbo hamburger and a shake. Without even asking his name, she jumped on the back of his Harley with him and was his "mama" from then on. The Studs had welcomed her eagerly, especially after she sucked off each one of them as her "initiation". The other "mama's", cyclists girls, liked her too; her infectious spirit, and total immorality, were perfectly suited to the Studs' degenerate way of life. She became their mascot, and Spyder's "mama", which suited her just fine. She had found a home with people who understood and loved her. Now, feeling as if her tender young body would burst with lust and happy desire, she pressed her face deeply down into Lori's pussy, rotating her tongue wildly in the grips of uncontrollable ecstasy. She was cumming! CUMMING!
"GO BABY, GO!" Spyder called to her, as he reeled wildly in the throes of orgasm himself.
His encouragement made her feel proud, and madly excited. She renewed her tongue-fucking with an abandon that exceeded anything she had known so far!
"MMMMMMNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" the teenager groaned as her cuntal walls began to expand and contract with increased intensity. Hot flashes began to gush through her body, and she knew her climax was not far off.
"OOOOOUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!" Lori mewled as she twisted lewdly on the cot, her own vaginal passage ablaze with uncontrollable frenzy. She was sinking into a sea of hot velvety softness, consumed by a tidal wave of sweet, aching wetness. She was cumming .. . dimming as never before! "OOOOOOOUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!"
Spyder felt a feverish cresendo begin to roar through his inflamed, bursting genitals. Every muscle in his body was tense with power, as his eyes greedily drank in the vivid scene of the two nakedly cumming girls. His white-hot seed pumped like an exploding gusher of oil and suddenly he was there!
"AH...AHH...AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he shrieked, as a jet of scalding liquid shot forth from the lust-swollen tip of his distended, wildly jerking cock. He screamed in ecstatic agony as the sticky semen spewed forth and arched in the air, before splashing to the dusty floor below in a lurid white fountain of hot cum!
Lori and Rina were transported in an incredible, whirling vortex of heaving delight! Wave upon wave of boiling pleasure consumed them as their madly licking tongues tasted the steaming, feminine essence that cascaded down their cuntal sheaths and spread like a warm, satiny sheen across their mouths.
"MMMMMMMNNNNNNN!" Rina moaned, as her body writhed above the dark-haired young wife in the throes of gushing orgasm.
Lori's body was consumed in a wonderful sense of raging release and freedom. She was floating on a soft, billowing cloud of delight, sparkles of warmth surging through every part of her!
She had never felt so good in her entire life! ''Cum you twisting little cunts .. . CUUUUMMMMM!" Spyder roared as he shot forth his near-endless load of heated sperm to the floor below. "CCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!"
All three felt their mutual orgasms rise to an incredible height of lewd ecstasy, and the dingy room shook with their gushing lust and frenzy. Then gradually, amid moans and sighs from the two hot naked girls, the fantastic climax began to ebb.
Lori felt the warm ecstasy draining away in soft lapping waves. She lay back in complete exhaustion, and for the first time in her entire life, felt completely satisfied.
And with a girl! she thought incredulously, , how can it be?
Rina pulled away slowly from the naked young wife beneath her, and sat on the cot; her cropped hair was tousled from the incredible excitement of what had gone before, and her eyes blazed with happiness.
"How was that, lover?" she asked her boyfriend.
Spyder grinned at her, still stroking his rapidly softening penis.
"Far out, baby," he said. "Fuckin' far out!"
Rina smiled, totally delighted at his approval. Then the girl turned to Lori, who had opened her eyes as she slowly recovered from the burning ecstasy that was just beginning to fade.
"I love you Lori," she whispered. "Do you love me too?"
The young wife looked first at the incredibly innocent face of the shameless teenager, then, uncertainly, at the dark, piercing eyes of the leering outlaw. Her entire life was completely upside down now: everything she thought was true before seemed no longer true. Black was white, up was down. All she knew was she was incredibly, deliriously, happy.
"Yes
" she said in a softly trembling voice. "I think I do."
CHAPTER SIX
It was twilight. Bill Taylor stood on the second-floor balcony outside of Edy Randall's plush, all-white bedroom overlooking the sea. A thin rim of bright orange lingered on the glittering ocean, all that remained of a fantastic Pacific Ocean sunset. It was warm that night, hardly any breeze at all, and the young handsome lawyer stood clad only in his tight, black continental trousers on the carpeted balcony watching the stars appear slowly in a royal blue evening sky. Behind him, past the glass doors and in the interior of the bedroom draped in white satin, Edy Randall stood shouting into the white telephone.
"Did you read that goddamn script?" she was screaming to her television producer in a voice more suited to a fishwife than glamorous star. "Christ, what is this suburban housewife crap? They're writing for Donna Redd or Doris Day or somebody, not me. Everything takes place in the kitchen, Manny. Not one fucking bedroom scene. Listen, the public expects a little excitement from me, not a housedress and a sheepdog!"
The tempestuous star had been distressed over the first pilot film script that had been delivered that afternoon shortly after the feverish love-making that had taken place with the slim, muscular attorney. It had been an incredible fuck, one of the best Bill had ever had in his life.
It had opened up a bold and savage part of his nature that he hardly knew existed; he had never been as turned-on by anyone as he had by the svelte, brazen actress. The memory of her spreading her sleek legs so obscenely before him, clad only in her flesh-colored leather hotpants made his ample cock jerk excitedly against his tight trousers. Yet, another aspect to the lurid encounter had begun to trouble him.
Edy was exciting, yes, but strange and neurotic. She had continued to inhale cocaine through most of the afternoon and was now almost incoherent. She had stumbled through the house with her television script, muttering to herself, stark naked. Periodically she would remember Bill's presence and would run to him and press his hand against the nakedly moist flesh of her fevered pussy. Then she would stagger away, cursing the studio or her agent, or the producer. Her voice carried out into the warm California night.
"And I want you to fire that goddamn director too! He still thinks he's directing Bette Davis tearjerkers." There was a pause, then the lady exploded. "Crap, Manny, pure crap! I want a new script in the morning, and I don't care how many writers you have to drag out of the fuck-bars tonight to do it! Okay? Call me back when you have something!" She slammed down the phone.
"Where are you baby?" she called to Bill.
"On the balcony," he replied, calling over his shoulder.
"I'm going downstairs for a minute ... I need a little refresher. You wait up here, baby, okay?"
"Fine," he said. Bill knew she was going for more cocaine and it troubled him. He didn't understand people who used drugs like that, and an instinctive sense of decency told him that while Edy was sensuous and provocative beyond anything he had known before, she was also mentally off-center. Her mind was warped, probably from too many years of struggle in a town with a heart of stone.
Los Angeles, he thought to himself as he sipped a martini and gazed at the moonlit ocean. what a crazy city!
He and Lori shared an intense dislike for the city; they both yearned to have a comfortable suburban home in the San Fernando Valley where they would be as far away as possible from the jaded Hollywood types and the perverted inhabitants of the massive urban sprawl that made up the "city of the angels."
Some angels, he thought. . .More like Hell's Angels...or Satan's Studs...
Suddenly, his mind flashed back to the sensational trial four months ago. He had been one of a battery of attorneys hired from Carey Associates by Magnum Productions to make sure the motorcyclist was jailed. There had been some doubt in Bill's mind as to the validity of the conviction. Even though he was revolted by the Satan's Studs and their like, he felt there was much evidence to support the outlaw's contention that he had shot the producer in self-defense ... It was common knowledge that the producer was homosexual, and a vicious, dangerous man. But the studio wanted no scandal, and the cyclist was convicted despite the doubt and lack of sufficient evidence. He remembered the leader of the gang shouting angrily in the courtroom, vowing revenge for the jailing of his "buddy." Bill had felt uneasy about the whole thing and had tried to put it out of his head. But now, unaccountably, it returned to him with renewed sharpness. He didn't like the idea of being a part of such a shady deal. .. that, plus the hazards of the city and the recent difficulties with Lori began to weigh in on him like a dark cloud.
And now this crazy actress, he mused. I wish I knew what the hell was happening!
He felt confused, pressured. He closed his eyes and let a light ocean breeze caress his body with warm wafts. It was a magnificent setting, yet he still felt something was wrong.
"Guess what, handsome?" it was Edy, holding some papers. "I found the contracts."
The sight of this ravishing woman outlined in the brightly lit glass doorway took Bill's breath away and banished his troubling thoughts immediately. The scintillating actress was dressed in a sheer chiffon pink nightgown that billowed and flowed around her lushly naked form beneath. The sleeves and hem were rimmed with pink fur. The light from behind her vividly silhouetted her succulent, curvaceous body through the gauzy chiffon. The young lawyer's skin tingled with desire at the staggering vision. Her fragrant perfume drifted lightly on the air as she moved to him slowly. Her supple curves shimmered like liquid mercury, and her raven-black hair swirled like dark fire around her beautiful moonlit face.
"They were under some pillows in the living room," she said, her voice woozy from the white powder that ravaged her brain. "Here."
She shoved the legal documents at him, then as he took them, she grabbed his arms and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately, her hot, wet tongue plunging deeply into his mouth. She held the kiss for a long time, and Bill almost grew dizzy from the violent intensity of it. Still clutching the contracts he wrapped his arms around her and held her soft, luxuriant form to his partly nude body. His penis awakened, grew and began throbbing with lust at the merest contact with the voluptuous actress. His body was electrified from head to foot.
Suddenly, the black-haired woman pulled away and looked up at him with a sly smile.
"How about another fuck before dinner," she crooned. "I want to feel that big hard cock of yours inside me again. Oh, you're such a good lay."
Bill was trembling with passion.
"Anytime, baby," he found himself saying, despite all his earlier reservations. "Anytime." He pulled her warmly inviting body into his and was digging his tongue into her warm mouth when, abruptly, a beeping horn interrupted the passionate spell that had settled over the two of them.
"Oh, Christ, who's that?" Edy wondered. They could see the light of a car pulling into the drive. "I'll go see."
She quickly vanished downstairs.
Bill glanced over the contracts as he moved slowly into the bedroom, then went to the circular bed where he had flung his brief-case hours earlier. Opening it, he leafed through the papers inside.
They're not here, he thought to himself, I know I put those memo's from Carey in here this morning, now where the hell. . .
He rummaged through the papers, and inspected every compartment of the cowhide case.
Christ, I must have left it at home! I was so anxious to get out I must have missed picking up that memo. Damn! I'll have to call Lori and see if they're where she can find them.
Reproving himself for his stupidity, he went to the phone and began dialing his home. Downstairs he could hear Edy's voice.
"Roberto! You darling, I thought you were still in Mexico...."
The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. After ten rings. Bill began to panic. Lori usually didn't go out alone at night. If she was going to meet friends she usually told him beforehand so he'd know where she was. It was decidedly unusual for her not to be there.
God, I hope something hasn't happened, he thought, a tremor of fear flashing through him.
He let the phone ring a few more times, then hung up and lit a cigarette. He paced nervously around the room, feeling that perhaps he ought to go home for those memo's, just to check and make sure Lori was all right.
It's probably nothing, he argued to himself, she's probably gone down to the lobby for cigarettes or something...still. . .
Suddenly Edy returned. Her spirits had apparently soared for she was bubbling over with happiness.
"Roberto's home," she said excitedly.
"Who's Roberto?" he asked.
"My fianc�...nobody knows it yet, but we decided to get married last week. It's a secret. He used to be my gardener, but he's so cute I decided he was going to be hubby number six." She winked at him. "Too bad you're married honey, or I might have even thrown over Roberto for you...." She giggled girlishly, then checked quickly to see if he had followed her upstairs. "Don't tell him I said that ... he gets crazy sometimes...anyway, I thought he was down in Mexico scoring some more coke . .. that's cocaine ... but he got it and he's back! Isn't that groovy?" She turned and fled from the bedroom and returned downstairs. He could hear a man's laughter, and Bill guessed it was Roberto. The "fianc�" was news to him, but he had been warned, after all, to expect anything from her. He wondered what "Roberto's" reaction would be to his presence. He quickly picked up his martini from the bed table and drank a long deep swallow, hoping to blot out the confusion with a strong drink. He began to feel more mellow almost immediately, and he sat on the bed savoring the dry clear liquid.
"Come on up and meet my lawyer, sweetheart," he heard Edy say. In a few minutes the star returned with her husband to be.
Bill guessed that the young man who entered the room was of Mexican origin. He was young, about twenty or twenty-one, and looked like one of those surly hustlers he'd seen walking up and down Hollywood Boulevard looking for an expensive patron, male or female. He wore only tight, white slacks with a wide leather belt and high cowboy boots. His hair was blacker than Edy's and obviously styled by a Los Angeles hairdresser barber specializing in men. He wore an abundance of rings and silver bracelets. His wiry, slender build gave the impression of years of digging ditches or hauling cargo on the docks, a type always attractive to women like Edy. He smiled at Bill, his pearl-white teeth vividly set off by his dark, Latin skin. His eyes were black, and had a hint of cruelty in them.
"This is Roberto. Isn't he gorgeous?"
"Hello," Bill said, trying not to betray his somewhat contemptuous attitude towards the newcomer.
Roberto said nothing, only smiled. Years of experience had taught him that his trade as a male love-object required nothing more than good looks and a big cock. Anything more was a waste of time.
"How nice for me," Edy said moving to the glass doors that led into the wide, spacious balcony. "Two fabulous men, a warm night, and plenty of booze and cocaine. Who could ask for anything more?" she sang raucously.
"I may have to leave for a while." Bill said. "I've left some important memo's at the house and I've got to get them."
"Oh, baby, what a drag...just call your wife and have her send them by messenger...."
"There...there's no answer," Bill said, somewhat perturbed, "and I think I'd better check to see if everything's okay at home "Oooohhhh...." Edy moaned petulantly, "I don't want you to go. Your little wifey will be all right. Maybe she's out with the delivery boy...."
Bill resented her remark, and a flush of anger suddenly reddened his face. Edy saw his reaction at once and tried to smooth things over.
"I didn't mean anything by that Bill," she said..."I'm always running off at the mouth, aren't I, Robby?"
Roberto, who had sprawled in a chair, his hand poised provocatively over his crotch, said nothing. He merely smiled.
"Old Edy never means half of what she says...you've got to remember that honey...okay?" She moved to Bill and twined her hands in his thick blond hair. "Oh, you've got such beautiful hair...and your eyes...oh, honey you could be a star if you wanted to ... or maybe do even better than Roberto ... if you know what I mean...."
Her deep green eyes gazed up at him and he was caught by their depth and brilliance. She moved closely to him, her firmly thrust breasts - thinly covered by the pink material - pressed tea singly against his well-muscled chest. She ran her warm, slender hands over his upper torso admiringly.
''MMmmmmmmm...'' she sighed .. . "You're so nice and hard...."
Bill glanced nervously at Roberto, who only observed the scene with his fixed, placid smile.
"Don't worry about Chico, there... he doesn't care...." She brought her lips close to his, her exotic perfume drifted into his nostrils, and once again he felt carried away by the strong fragrance. Her eyes were like glowing emeralds, and she wore huge red-ruby earrings that glittered on her ears like bright scarlet lights nestled in the strands of ink-black hair. Her lips were parted dreamily. "I want you, Bill. . . Don't go . .. don't..."
Hypnotized by her staggering beauty, Bill set his drink down carefully and put his arms around her; holding that sleekly voluptuous body of hers in such a tight embrace that he began to tremble with hot desire. His genitals were throbbing wildly as she wantonly ground her pelvis into him. He couldn't resist her, he couldn't. . . Her ripely luscious body and dazzling face held him completely in its thrall. The memo could wait! Lori could wait! Roberto could go fuck himself. The whole damn world could wait! All he wanted was to sink his massively pulsating cock into Edy Randall's eager little cunt again! He wanted to fuck her silly and know again that rushing surge of overpowering lust!
"That's it," she cried as he clutched her supple body. "Oh Lover! You're all man!"
The young lawyer ran his hands eagerly over the sleek, supple form. Gripping her hair with one hand, he placed his hand on the gossamer-encased mound of her pussy, massaging it with passionate intensity. In response, Edy enthusiastically planted her slender hand directly on his throbbing protuberance. She kneaded the bulging outline slowly and sensuously, making Bill's blood race hotly through his wildly aroused body. He was so engrossed in this obscene embrace, that he hadn't noticed that Roberto had slipped quietly out of the room, and returned seconds later with a small gold spoon and blue bowl of cocaine. Edy spied him at once when he returned to the room with the potent drug.
"Oh, what a darling you are! Just what I had in mind."
She broke away from Bill and sat on the bed next to the Latin hustler, eagerly waiting to take a spoonful of the white powder.
Bill watched with apprehension as first Edy and then the Mexican boy sniffed the cocaine. Roberto turned to the young lawyer, after a deep whiff, and offered him a spoonful. Bill refused with a curt nod of his head.
"What's wrong lover? It won't hurt just once!" Edy remarked, "Try it. Don't be so square."
"No ... no I don't think so," he replied. "I don't want to get involved with drugs."
"This isn't getting involved for Christ's sake. You can't get hooked on one snort. Oh, come on, Bill," the ravishing actress insisted, "let your hair down a little. Enjoy yourself."
Bill was about to refuse again when he caught the eye of the dark young man sitting next to her. There was a smirking look on the Latin's face, a scornful glint that Bill interpreted as a challenge to his manhood.
This punk thinks I'm too uptight to have some cocaine, does he?
Although one part of him knew it was foolish to be intimidated by the boy, another part strongly wanted to accept the challenge. He felt a strong urge to try the drug come what may and not appear like a terrified "straight."
"All right...." he said finally, "what the hell."
"Great," Edy exclaimed happily. "I just know you'll love it. Just watch how we do it."
She took the gold spoon, filled it with more powder, then lifted it directly to her nostril. Holding the other nostril closed, she took a quick sniff as the cocaine disappeared from the spoon. Roberto repeated the procedure, then offered the spoon to the apprehensive attorney. Taking the tiny spoon, Bill did exactly as Edy and her fianc� had done, then repeated the gesture with a second spoonful in the other nostril. At first he felt nothing. But as he returned the spoon to Roberto, he began to feel a light, euphoric sensation melt through his body. He felt a giddiness that was extremely pleasant, and his nose grew slightly numb.
"It's nice . . " he said, grinning from ear to ear .. . "really nice."
"You ain't got half of it yet," Edy replied. The gold spoon was passed around again. This time Bill's body began to vibrate with a tingling sensation. The tips of his fingers seemed to give off electric sparks; his head seemed to be floating on a cloud, miles above the earth; and every part of his body took on a heightened, powerful new awareness! He felt like a king! Colors were glowing vividly and the light shimmered around the room like in a dream. It was like being underwater in a huge ocean of champagne! He threw his head back and began to laugh great, ringing laughs. Edy and her lover giggled as they watched the handsome lawyer come under the seductive, heady spell of the cocaine.
"You've got it baby," Edy cried. "Have a ball! You only live once!"
Moving to a panel of switches near her bed, a panel very similar to the one downstairs in the living room, she switched on the invisible tape deck and instantly blaring, Latin music came pouring from somewhere inside the walls.
"For you, Roberto baby," the tempestuous actress said, launching into a provocative dance to the throbbing South American drum rhythms. "Ole!"
Abandoning herself to her drug-induced frenzy, she flung off the chiffon negligee, suddenly exposing her nakedly gleaming body to the awestruck gaze of both Bill and Roberto. She ran her hands over her creamy, pinkish flesh, squeezing her firmly upthrust breasts ecstatically, all the while dancing wildly around the room.
"South of the Border!" she shrieked, her eyes glazed with passion."
"I-yi-yi!"
With a wild leering smile, Roberto quickly stripped himself of his tight white pants and his high leather boots. His tight, muscular body - with dark Latin skin, and black curling hair - was a vivid contrast to Edy'd milky, glittering form. He joined her for uninhibited dancing, his enormous cock and balls bouncing obscenely as he danced to the feverish beat of the music. The young lawyer was growing woozy and delirious from the potent drug, and the sight of these two naked, hot young bodies dancing crudely in pornographic versions of Latin dancing made his own long hard penis surge with passion. Quickly then, he stripped himself completely of his trousers and shorts, and the lewd trio stood naked and trembling with lust.
"Let's go out on the balcony," Edy cried, and darted through the glass sliding doors out onto the luxurious, carpeted terrace overlooking the Pacific. Roberto quickly followed, massaging his eagerly pulsating cock and balls, obscenely arousing himself to a fever pitch of excitement. Edy threw herself down onto the deep piled rug and in a second Roberto was on top of her. Laughing, they rolled around the balcony clutching each other tightly, kicking and thrashing their legs in lewd abandon. Bill watched the nakedly writhing pair in astonishment. They were scrambling on the carpet like two hot animals, playing vulgarly with each other's perfect bodies. The sight of their nude, supple forms glittering in the moonlight, with shadows dancing on their skin, was an unbelievably lurid and exciting sight. Bill felt waves of aching lust gush through him, heightened by the stunning effects of the drug. It was a vision of gross, torrid obscenity, and it drove him wild with throbbing desire.
Christ, if I'm not careful I'll cum right here! he thought, as his huge, bloated cock quivered and jerked in hot response to the orgy he witnessed.
Controlling himself carefully, he moved out onto the terrace. The wild Latin music drifted sensuously out across the balcony as Roberto lay back on the carpet with his mammoth penis standing erect from his loins like a vulgar, fleshy flagpole. EDY WAS STRADDLED ACROSS HIM, LOWERING HER CUNT ONTO HIS AWAITING COCK! To Bill's astonished eyes it looked like a primitive ritual. The actress slowly lowered her body into a squat position over her fianc�'s quivering spear.
"Here I come, you gorgeous prick," she screamed frenziedly. "Ready or not!"
Expertly she lowered the opening of her moistly twitching pussy onto the exposed bulbous head of the young hustler's ready penis. Roberto lay back, grinning crazily, offering his muscular frame to the drug-maddened star like a young Aztec warrior.
"OOOOoooohhhhh!" Edy moaned as she slid wetly down the long, thick tool. "I WANT TO FEEL YOU RIGHT UP INTO MY STOMACH!"
Twisting her hips in time to the insistent beat of the music she skewered herself down onto the young man's rock-hard staff, then let herself ease forward so that she was belly to belly with the Mexican, propped on her elbows. The gleaming half-moons of her shimmering buttocks waved lewdly back at Bill, a vulgar, hypnotic invitation to his aching, yearning cock.
"Join the party, gorgeous," she called back to the astonished attorney.
Christ, she wants me to fuck her up the ass, he thought wildly. This is insane!
For a moment Bill hesitated, but as his eyes hungrily watched Edy writhe her nakedly sleek body over the equally excited Latin boy, sinking her hips so that her hot loins sucked Roberto's inflated penis deeply up into her throbbing cuntal sheath, the lawyer could no longer contain himself. With a lusty animal groan he moved quickly to the squirming twosome. Kneeling behind Edy's lewdly exposed ass-cheeks, he spread the golden-globed buttocks feverishly with his palms, so that the brown, puckered little hole was fully exposed in the shadowy light.
'That's it," the succulent actress cried out, "sink that big cock of yours right up into my asshole! I want two cocks in me! Now! NOW!"
At her words, Bill was caught in a torrent of unleashed animal passion. Eagerly he pulled back the velvety foreskin of his massively erect penis and moistened the muscular shaft with his spittle. He placed the charged tip of his cock at the tightly clenched rectal entrance and, with a savage cry, he gripped her shoulders and thrust his rock-hard cock brutally inward.
"AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Edy screamed in animal rapture as he penetrated her anus with the savage force. The intensity of his thrust shot the actress forward, but Roberto held her wantonly squirming body with his muscular hands and kept her firmly in place.
Edy was in seventh heaven! The burning pain of Bill's massive rod buried in her rectum combined with Roberto's long hard cock in her cunt drove her nearly mad with ecstasy. Bill began to slide his thick shaft of hot flesh slowly out of that fiery rear channel, before ramming it in again with a cruel lunge; at the same time Roberto twisted his hips thrusting upward into her warmly clasping vagina as Edy squirmed rapturously, happily impaled on two huge cocks.
" YEEEEESSSSS ! " she shrieked. "YYEEEESSSSS!"
All three seemed to melt into a hot mass of twisting, sweaty bodies as their excitement grew and fed on itself. Bill increased his tempo. He was positioned behind Edy in such a way that he could reach forward with his hands and grasp the softly dangling breasts of the writhing actress while at the same time powerfully pumping his hips back and forth, burrowing his hot penis deeper and deeper into the tight rectum.
Man, this is fantastic, he thought, his lust mounting rapidly. The heady effect of the drugs gave him a potency he never thought possible, and it seemed like there was nothing in the world but writhing, sensuous bodies. Fucking the famous actress savagely in her tight little rectum drove him wild! He was lost in it, utterly lost. AND HE DIDN'T CARE! NOTHING MATTERED BUT THIS! FUCKING LIKE A STALLION! HE WANTED TO FUCK LIKE THIS FOREVER!!
Positioned beneath the luscious star, Roberto shoved his mighty pole brutally upwards, grinding mercilessly against the quivering nub of Edy's cervix; he wanted to plunge his cock into her as far as possible. He knew how to please the rich, famous lady, he knew exactly how she liked it: rough and hot! No holds barred! And that was fine with him. He ran his hands eagerly over her warmly gleaming skin, kissing her with passionate intensity as she pressed her lips down harshly against his; as their tongues intertwined hotly he thought of the new red sports-car she had promised to buy him. If he played his cards right, he knew he could have this curvaceous gravy-train take care of him very well for at least a couple of years...until she got tired of him... or until he got tired of her and somebody made a better offer. In the meantime, his job was simple. Fuck the living hell out of this bitch! With a wild cry he shoved his hips in savage, upward thrusts that nearly upset the two squirming bodies above. His huge penis drove into her with the force of a hurricane.
"FUCK MEEEEEEE!" Edy shouted into the dark California night. "FUCK MEEEEEEE GOOOOODDDDD!"
Bill kissed the back of her neck furiously, raising a little welt in the skin as he plunged his lust-inflated tool deeply into her boiling rectal sheath. His hairy, great pulsing balls slapped wildly against the madly fucking cock and cunt beneath. The young attorney had never experienced such incredible, unbridled sexuality in his life. If anyone had suggested to him two days ago that he would be sodomizing Edy Randall, the famous sex-symbol, in the ass as part of a lewd threesome with her Mexican lover, he would have thought they were completely nuts! But here he was, fucking himself silly and reveling in it!
The air was filled with the screams and groans of the thrashing trio, while the surging music blared its throbbing accompaniment to the obscene orgy. Edy had nearly lost consciousness.
She was submerged in a sea of blazing, fiery lust; her naked young body was lewdly sandwiched between the two handsome, madly fucking men like a hot creamy cushion of flesh. Both her channels were filled by huge, wet cocks and she loved it! SHE COULDNT GET ENOUGH! SHE WANTED MORE! MORE!! Her drug-crazed brain was whirling and reeling, pinwheels of bursting color seemed to explode when she closed her eyes. She was like a shrieking, bucking demon-goddess adrift on a maelstrom of passion.
v "UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!" she groaned, as electric flashes began to explode through her body. Her loins became convulsed with new excitement, her cuntal flesh palpitated hotly and her rectal sheath fairly exploded with heat. She was cumming! SHE WAS CUM MMMIHIINNNGGG!!!
"AAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she cried as her female juices began to secrete madly from the quaking walls of her hot pussy.
Bill knew his own climax was not far off, for his inflated throbbing balls began to ache with the onrush of boiling cum.
"AH ... AAAH...AAAAHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as the crescendo of orgasm mounted feverishly.
Thrashing beneath the groaning pair above him, Roberto was nearly ready to fire his rocket load of jism also. His lips were drawn tightly back over his white, flashing teeth, his eyes bulged wildly and a deep groan roared forth from his throat.
"EEEEEIIIIIIAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" the Latin cried out, his wiry young body jerking and twitching uncontrollably as he shot his white, male essence like bullets into Edy's drenched cuntal sheath.
Bill was seized with a final wrenching spasm as his hot cum suddenly burst forth from his gorged cockhead and gushed like a river into the star's bruised anal cavity.
"CHRIST, I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGG!" he moaned deliriously. ''I'M CUUUMMMINGGG! OH GOD!! OOOHHH GOD!!!" Then, in a rapid-fire series of liquid explosions, he began emptying himself into Edy's hotly throbbing rectum.
Groans and cries filled the air as the unholy three were nearly torn asunder by the overwhelming crash of their mutual orgasms. Arms and legs flailed in abandon as the two men heaved and panted, plunging their gushing cocks deeply into the twin holes of the sex-crazed actress.
Edy reveled in the feel of the two convulsing penises separated only by a thin membrane of skin. She was reeling with the dynamic impact of her raging climax. Her body was melting, floating, aglow with the fire of ecstasy!
Slowly, after all three had drained the dregs of their passion, the turbulent activity subsided. Completely spent, Bill withdrew his softening cock from her anus with a little pop, and eased his body back onto the soft rug to relax. Exhausted, Edy slid down next to Roberto, sighing with delight. Roberto closed his eyes and mentally congratulated himself on a job well done.
For a long while no one said a word. They gazed up at the silent, twinkling stars and let the cool air play over their hot, wet bodies. Finally, Edy spoke, with characteristic candor.
"You know, whoever said two's company but three's a crowd, was full of shit."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny. Bill stirred sleepily on the huge bed where he, Edy and Roberto had spent the night alternating period of sleep with more bizarre fucking. The effects of the cocaine seemed to last well past the time he would have expected, and the potent drug had created in him an incredible sexual power that allowed him to do things he had never thought possible. He had fucked Edy again, as had Roberto. There seemed no end to their passion. Bill stretched lazily as the sun bathed his naked body with warmth. But now, oddly enough, despite the extended orgy, he felt fully rested and pleasant.
He rose from the bed, making sure not to wake the others, who slept soundly. His eye was struck by Edy, nakedly lying on the white satin coverlet. Her appetizing, radiant form glistened in the morning light, and she looked more ravishing and desirable than ever. He again remembered scenes from her movies and felt himself to be the luckiest man in the world to have been able to bury his rock-hard cock deep into her warmly clasping cunt over and over, a feat that ninety per cent of the males in the world wished that they could do. Even at that early hour he felt his penis begin to stir again at the memory of the incredible fucking that had taken place in the last twenty-four hours. His life had changed in a way that he never would have expected; he had discovered through Edy aspects of his animal nature that had lain buried for all these years. He felt truly like a bull-god, a Titan.
He quickly slipped into his clothes and went downstairs to make himself some coffee. As he waited for the water to boil, he smoked slowly on a cigarette, savoring each puff and glancing around the enormous, well-equipped kitchen. He felt comfortable surrounded by the luxurious appointments of Edy's house, and wondered if he would ever be satisfied with his former life after what had happened. Then, in a flash, a cold sweat began to break out on his forehead as an image of Lori surge into his consciousness.
My God, he thought in a panic, I forgot all about Lori!
He remembered trying to reach her by phone the night before, but in his subsequent drugged state he had forgotten all about her. Hastily he went to the kitchen extension phone and dialed his home number. He let it ring ten times, and with each ring it became more apparent that his vulnerable young wife was not at home, in fact hadn't been home since last night. The tips of Bill's fingers froze in fear as he hung up the receiver and realized that something was wrong, desperately wrong! In a rush of anxious guilt the full extent of his behavior in the last day reached him with shattering force. The lavish beach-house, which had only moments ago appeared to him as a place of comfort and excitement, not took on the aspect of imminent danger. His sexual degeneracy with Edy and her fianc� pressed in on him like vulgar phantoms; his mind spun with remorse.
Christ, if any thing's happened to Lori, I'll never forgive myself.
He regretted having left her so early the morning before without resolving their violent conflict, and his brain flooded with terrifying thoughts; perhaps she'd done something to herself... in her condition she might have even...taken her life!
Oh God! Oh God, his mind screamed, what have I done!
Within minutes he had gathered his coat and attach� case and, leaving a brief explanatory note for Edy, he got into his car and drove towards Los Angeles.
Just let me be in time, he prayed, before anything happens! Please, just let me be in time!
At about the same time, Lori was awakening in the isolate shack where she was being held captive by the studs. After her lovemaking with Rina, she had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. Now, slowly she came awake.
"Morning...." a merry, young voice said.
It was Rina, who had been waiting for her pretty new friend to wake up. At first Lori was startled, for she had nearly forgotten where she was; but the sight of the young blonde teenager kneeling beside her cot, gazing at her with tender adoration, eased her mind. She sat up and gazed around the crude room.
"Where's Spyder?" she asked timidly.
"He's gone to meet the rest of the Studs," Rina replied. 'They were all out celebrating last night and got so drunk they never made it back to the cabin. But they'll be here soon."
The thought of having to face the entire gang of outlaws made Lori shiver with fear.
"I've got to leave here Rina...I've got "Oh you can't... Spyder said to make sure you didn't get away ... he said you have to meet the entire club."
"But my husband ... I have to reach my husband...."
"Don't worry," Rina said, trying to reassure her with a gentle touch of her hand, "it's okay. Besides, Spyder doesn't like to have his orders crossed. He can get awful mad sometimes. He said you couldn't leave until the initiation was over...."
"Initiation? What initiation ... I thought what happened yesterday was enough...how much more do I have to go through?"
Tears flooded Lori's eyes, and she buried her face in her hands shaking with terrified sobs. Rina embraced the weeping young wife and tried to comfort her.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "It'll be over soon. Would you like some coffee? I've got water boiling on the hotplate."
"Yes .. . yes...." Lori replied in a small, thin voice, "that would help."
She watched as the bosomy youngster poured her a cup of instant coffee. Again, despite the fact that deep inside she was shocked at this teenager's sexual degeneracy, making love to her had been one of the most exciting, wonderful experiences in her life. It was a puzzling fact which her mind could not comprehend. But she knew that despite her revulsion, she felt a warm kinship with Rina, a real affection. But yet it was wrong! Wrong and sinful! Just as Aunt Dorothy had told her! The dark-haired young wife tried desperately to clear her head ... to gain some kind of perspective, but the staggering events that had taken place were more than she could handle. She yearned desperately to be home again with her husband, safe and secure.
Oh Bill, her mind whispered, I need you so much...I need you to help me! Oh, help me please!!
Bill reached his apartment by noon. He became immediately alarmed when he realized that the entrance door was not locked. Moving quickly inside the apartment, his heart began to pound violently when he saw the living room in complete disarray. Then his eyes focused on Lori's bra and panties that lay crumpled in the corner. He picked up the garments and examined them closely, terror surging through his brain. There was no question that the nylon panties had been torn, as if ... as if his wife had been raped!
"Oh no! NO!" he cried out in the empty room. "OH GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENED!"
While he had been reveling obscenely the previous day with Edy, his wife had been raped and either kidnapped or...or...MURDERED!
"JESUS! JESUS!" he groaned. Blindly he stumbled to the phone to call the police. Then, through his blurred vision he saw a note folded and placed conspicuously on the telephone. He opened it and read the contents: YOUR WIFE IS SAFE. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN COME TO THE CABIN AT THE END OF MURRA Y ROAD OFF BEMIS DRIVE IN LAUREL CANYON. COME ALONE! DO NOT CONTACT POLICE OR SHE WILL BE HARMED! FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS PERFECTLY OR WE SHALL TAKE FURTHER REVENGE! YOU ARE BEING WATCHED!!
Bill's hands shook as he finished the note and his body was trembling with anger and fear. Someone had kidnapped Lori, but why? For what reason? At first he thought of calling the police, despite the note, but then thought the better of it. If the apartment was being watched the bastard probably knew every step Bill was taking.
This guy must be crazy...completely crazy! If I don't do what he says there's no telling what might happen to Lori.
His eye fell on a framed photograph of his wife that sat next to the phone. She looked so sweet and innocent that his heart leapt with renewed love for her. It was a vivid contrast to the open vulgarity of Edy Randall, and he cursed himself inwardly for letting himself be swept up into her grotesque world without a second thought. Sure, he and Lori had their difficulties, what couple doesn't? But they could work them out! He resolved then and there that if he found his wife alive he would never again be so foolish as to leave her like he had the morning before.
Lori. . . Lori, he called inwardly, I'm coming to find you darling! I love you! Believe that, my dearest, I love you, YOU! I'LL FIND YOU AND BRING YOU HOME AGAIN!
Stuffing the note quickly into his jacket pocket, he left his apartment and began his journey to Laurel Canyon.
"What kind of ... initiation is it?" Lori asked in a timid voice as she and Rina sipped then-coffee.
"Well... I think they're going to pull a train...."
"What?" the young wife asked, puzzled. "What does that mean?"
Rina gazed at her, wondering what Lori's reaction would be when she told her what was in store. The teenager was used to such things, in fact she really enjoyed it when the gang pulled a train on her. But she knew the innocent young wife might react badly.
"It means...." Rina groped to find the right words, "it means that.. . you can love every man in the club ... all of them...."
"All of them?" Lori queried, still puzzled and growing anxious. "I don't understand . .. how...how...."
Like a clap of thunder the full impact of what the blonde girl was saying became clear to her.
"You mean...you mean...that they all... all are going to ... "
"Fuck you...yes...."
Lori dropped her cup with a sharp clatter, and felt herself growing faint. The idea of being taken forcibly by the entire outlaw gang was so horrifying to her that a dizzying blackness began to overtake her.
"It's all right," Rina said, seeing Lori's face drain of all color and her body begin to slump. "I'll help you..."
Lori managed to regain her consciousness at the last moment, and with all her strength she faced the young nymphet.
"How?" she asked in a voice shivering with fright. "How can you help me?"
"Because I've done it before...Oh, I know it seems awful to you. . . and it is hard sometimes .. . but there are ways to make it easy for yourself . .. and who knows .. . maybe you'll even like it."
"Never!" Lori moaned. "Never!"
Tears gushed from her eyes. Rina moved to her and embraced her once more.
"You shouldn't say that," she said soothingly. "After all, you didn't think you'd like to make love to me, did you? And that wasn't so bad . .. you did like me, didn't you? Oh, Lori, I enjoyed licking out your pussy too much, and it was so good feeling your tongue in mine...will you trust me? I'll help you if you'll only trust me?"
Lori looked at Rina, gazing deep into the young teenager's sparking blue eyes. She knew that there was no point in resisting now...that she had to surrender to whatever fate had in store. There was no escape! The girl was asking her to trust her, and much as she feared what might happen, instinctively the lawyer's wife knew she should do as Rina asked. With a deep, weary moan, she embraced the young blonde and allowed her terror to drain away.
"Oh thank you, Lori," Rina exclaimed happily. "Everything is going to be all right, I know it."
Then, a loud rumbling sound was heard coming from outside the cabin.
"What's that?" Lori asked, her body growing cold and tense.
"That's the Studs...their motorcycles are coming up the road...."
Taylor's wife drew back in alarm.
"Don't be afraid," Rina said, taking her hand and pressing it warmly. "I'll tell you what to do ... now listen, listen close...there isn't much time...."
Spyder pulled up alongside the shack, riding his Harley chopper with the ease of a cowboy on a swift spirited horse. Years of riding had taught him how to know his iron-stallion completely, and riding was second nature. With ease he swerved neatly to a stop, as the rest of the outlaw gang roared up behind him. There were twelve other men, and six "mama's" who rode on the cycles behind the men, their arms clamped tightly around their "old man's" waists. One by one the cycles came to a halt, as the Studs made a protective ring around the shack with their imposing machines. The men were all dressed similarly to Spyder, with cutoff jackets, greasy Levi's and boots. All had the death's-head stitched to the back of their cutoffs. Some wore Nazi helmets and insignia, others wore chains around their waists; a few had black leather motorcycle jackets, worn under the cutoffs. They were sweaty and dirty from riding, and several were still drunk from the all-night drinking session in their favorite bar a few miles from their headquarters. Their women, who were dressed similar to Rina in denims, tight jeans, and lace up boots, all had voluptuously appetizing bodies vulgarly outlined by the tight denims they wore. Some were blonde, some redheaded, some were brunettes; they were heavily made up, outlining their eyes and lips in crude sensuality. They were tough, as tough as their swarthy men, and most were just as drunk. A boisterous, excitement pervaded their arrival, and they laughed loudly and shouted to one another.
"Hey Spyder," a boy with an earring called out. "Do we fuck that lawyer's broad right now?"
"Take it easy," Spyder shouted back, laughing. "You'll get that sweet pussy soon enough."
"How about a little right now?" one of the girls cried, moving to the boy. "You don't have to wait for that uptight chick!"
The girl, a redhead with mammoth, jutting breasts, quickly unzipped the boy's "originals" and withdrew his cock, which hardened at once. The redhead clamped the big pulsing shaft between her legs and began shoving her hips back and forth, while the others roared with approval and encouraged them on.
"Hey, cool it," Spyder shouted with the authority of a born leader. "There's all the time in the world for that. Let's go in and meet our tasty little prize!"
Reluctantly, the redhead pulled away from the boy.
"Later, baby," the boy said. "He's right."
"Hey Eddie," Spyder called to one of the outlaws, "you stand sentry now and let me know when that bastard lawyer gets here. Rocco saw him leave the apartment at noon. I figure he'll be here soon."
"But when do I get to fuck the chick?" Eddie protested.
"Do what I tell you," the cyclists' leader snapped harshly. "You'll get all the pussy you want! But right now you stand sentry or I'll break your head! It'll take him awhile to walk up the two miles and you can get back here by the short cut to warn us. Get moving!"
With a sulky scowl, the boy slipped into the trees and disappeared.
"Now, let's go inside," Spyder said.
He moved to the door of the shack and went in as the rest of the gang followed with eager anticipation.
Lori sat at the table, twisting her wedding ring nervously as the outlaw troop entered. Immediately, Rina ran to greet Spyder, and they kissed passionately.
"I took real good care of her," she said proudly as they broke their embrace.
"Good, baby...you're a doll."
One by one the cyclists and their girls entered and moved to various corners of the shack, taking in the lush figure of the frightened wife as they did.
"Hey, she's a gorgeous piece of ass," one called.
"Do you fuck good, sweetheart?" a girl shouted.
"How big's your pussy," a burly, bearded outlaw yelled.
'Take off your clothes, cunt," the young man with the earring shouted.
"Your fuckin' husband sent Sal to jail, bitch," a buxom, hard-looking brunette cried out.
"Hold it!" Spyder commanded, as he shut the door and locked it securely. 'This here's our new friend. Lori Taylor."
There were catcalls and hoots, as several of them hurled more insults at the trembling young woman. Rina suddenly ran to the center of the room.
"She's all right," the young nymphet shouted at the gang. "She's all right!" She turned to her cyclist lover. "Spyder, don't let them say those things to her."
Spyder smiled down at his young sweetheart with something that approached tenderness.
"Anything you say, kid," he said, patting her gently on the shoulder. "You hear that?" he called to the gang. "Rina says she's okay, so watch your language!"
"Yeah?" a man with greasy blond hair hanging to his shoulders called out angrily. "What about Sal? What about the bum rap her fuckin' husband pulled on Sal?"
An angry murmur went through the gang, cries for revenge were called. Spyder held up his hands.
"Hold it! We'll get our revenge...we'll get our just dues for everything that was done to Sal. But I'm running this show, and we'll do it my way. Anybody that doesn't like the way I'm handling things can come outside and we'll see who's the top man around here! Any takers?"
The men were cowed by his words. Spyder could out-fight any of the others and they knew it. There was a respectful silence.
"Fine," Spyder continued. "Now, we're gonna have a fuckin' initiation ceremony and we're gonna do it right. So stay cool! Just stay cool, and every thing'll be fine!"
Bill Taylor had stopped at a gas station. He had nearly run out of gas and had to get off of the freeway to fill up. He fidgeted nervously as the attendant put the hose in the gas tank, and then ambled slowly to the hood of the car to check the oil.
"Don't bother," Bill said. "I know I've got oil."
"Let me check anyway," the attendant said amiably. "It'll take a minute to fill the tank anyway."
Bill felt his stomach tighten in fear, as the attendant lifted the hood. Every minute delayed could be fatal, and he was anxious to get moving. Yet there was nothing to be done. He tried to calm himself, but his tension was almost uncontrollable. The palms of his hands were damp, and beads of perspiration dripped from his forehead. It was now nearly one-thirty, and the day was hot and sticky. Suddenly the attendant slammed down the hood with a bang, and Bill's body jerked in response.
"Plenty of oil," the man said. "Let me clean that windshield for you."
"No," Bill snapped impatiently. "Look just take the hose out of the tank now, I've got enough. I'm in a hurry."
"Hell, everybody's in a hurry nowadays," the attendant mused as he replaced the hose and closed the gas tank.
"How much?" Bill asked as he hurriedly withdrew a five dollar bill from his wallet.
'Three fifty," the man said.
'Take this...." Bill said, shoving the bill at him.
"I'll get your change for you," the attendant drawled as he started towards the office.
"Don't bother," the lawyer shouted, as he started his car. In his haste he made the motor stall. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted, starting it again. "GOD DAMNIT!"
Finally successful, he drove out of the gas station with a squeal of tires. The attendant watched him go, snaking his head in amazement.
"People are nuts in this town," he said to himself, "completely nuts."
In the lonely shack, the initiation ceremony had begun. Lori was being stripped naked in front of the entire outlaw gang, who sat on the floor along the walls of the cabin drinking wine and beer from bottles. All eyes were on the voluptuous, dark-haired young woman who stood trembling in the center of the room as her blouse was removed revealing her naked upper torso. As her firmly upthrust breasts were uncovered the group snouted and whistled.
"Right on, sister!"
"Lookit them boobs! What a pair!"
"Man, would I like to get my teeth into those!"
Lori hung her head in utter humiliation as waves of shame ran through her body. In her worst nightmare, she had never experienced anything as degrading and loathsome as this! Her mind struggled to understand what was happening, to know why fate had so cruelly chosen her for this disgusting torture. Despite Rina's efforts to ease her mind she felt like the lowest creature in the world! A whore! A slut!
As the cyclists and their girls shouted lewd remarks at her and let their eyes rove lustily over her succulently gleaming breasts, she thought of Aunt Dorothy and the endless warnings.
But I tried to be good, her mind screamed, I tried so hard! How did this happen? OH GOD HELP ME! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!
"Now let's see her pussy!" someone shouted, bringing her back to reality with an icy shock.
"Yeah, let's see the rest!"
There were more hoots and whistles from the lusty crowd. At the sight of her melon-shaped breasts, shimmering silkily in the sunlight that poured through the dirty window, the outlaws I d begun to give full vent to their vile needs.
Several had taken their lust-hardened cocks out and were massaging them slowly, their eyes glued to Lori's firmly pointed globes. Others were kissing their girls and fondling their breasts. One girl had begun sucking on her man's long, whitely gleaming penis. Two of the "mama's" who had a large taste for other women as well as for their outlaws, reached down inside then-tight jeans and began to finger-fuck themselves, their eyes glazed with excitement.
Without warning, Spyder suddenly grabbed Lori's firmly fleshed breast with his broad greasy hands and kneaded them crudely. The young wife closed her eyes in utter mortification and her body tensed as the swarthy cyclist pinched the tender, pink nipples with his fingers sending sharp strings of pain through her.
"No...no," she cried, but her protests were drowned in the roar of vulgar shouts and laughter that accompanied Spyder's brutal treatment. Her naked young body quivered as he pressed the hardened buds cruelly.
"Okay baby," he said to her darkly, "phase two coming up. Take off your jeans and let them see your pussy."
Biting her lips to keep back the flood of tears that welled up from deep within, Lori unhooked her tight slacks and slowly lowered them. As the rounded curves of her sensually flaring hips were uncovered, the shouts and screams rose to a fever pitch. The outlaws were swigging down wine in rapid gulps, spilling it on themselves and growing drunker and wilder by the minute.
"What a body! Baby you are gonna be some fuck!" one shouted.
'Take it off, take it off!" another screamed, as he feverishly massaged his aching, blood-bloated penis.
"Go on honey," a heavily-rouged blonde called, "let's see what you got in there!"
In abject shame, Lori lowered her jeans further and her softly curling bush of pubic hair was revealed to the bug-eyed gaze of the excited motorcyclists. Her tender "vee" was nestled like a honey-colored flower up between her legs. At it's naked exposure the group went wild, and a bearded cyclist with curly black hair suddenly began to ejaculate, his body rocking with spontaneous orgasm.
"Christ I'm cumming!" he shouted as spurts of white, sticky semen shot forth from his aching tool to splatter against his "mama's" naked breasts. "AAAUUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
There was raucous laughter as the others watched their compatriot jerking his gushing cock wildly in hot release.
"Think you'll get it up again for the 'train?'" his girl asked, seemingly very concerned.
"Don't worry," the youth groaned as his male essence shot forth like bullets and splashed on his dirty jeans. "I'm gonna cum all night!"
Lori had momentarily stopped, shocked by the vulgar sight of the outlaw's sudden climax.
"Keep goin" Spyder snarled.
Deeply ashamed, Lori slipped the form-fitting jeans down and stepped out of them, trying to retain whatever dignity and composure was possible under the horrifying circumstances. Spyder kicked the garment away, as the group laughed and cheered.
"Now walk around and let 'em get a good eyeful of what your pussy looks like," the leader said.
The young wife felt a pang of anger charge through her, a deep resentment of the loathsome torture the hulking, sadistic outlaw was forcing upon her. Seeing her reaction, Spyder suddenly slapped her face, making Lori reel back in utter terror.
"Do as I say, bitch, and don't give me no looks!"
Rina jumped up in protest.
"Don't do that Spyder!" she cried, running to him. But Spyder pushed her roughly to the floor, irritated at her interruption.
"Let me handle this cunt, and don't bug me!"
"Rina!" Lori cried out, moving to help the fallen girl.
"No!" Rina shouted fiercely. "I'm all right. Do what he said! Please!"
Defiantly, Lori gathered all her courage and turned to the mob of drunken outlaws. Fighting back a raging fear she began to walk around the room, fully naked, for the debauched pleasure of the cyclists, and they responded like crazed animals.
"Not bad, baby!"
"Sweetheart, I'm gonna stick my prick right up into that tight little cunt of yours soon!"
"Strut your stuff, honey, strut your stuff!"
Curiously, as she walked, the young wife began to find a certain strength penetrate her shame, as if through her terrible ordeal she had discovered a reserve of courage she hadn't known existed. Despite the unspeakable humiliation of Spyder's revenge, a new aspect of her character was slowly finding its way to consciousness. Suddenly charged with new strength, Lori stood erect and pushed her fleshy, ripely jiggling breasts out in defiance, less afraid than before and determined to survive this terrible punishment as best she could. As she walked, random hands reached out and grabbed every part of her body; one particularly drunken outlaw poured wine down the front of her, bringing an enormous, vulgar laugh from the hot aroused crowd. The cool red liquid ran down her sloping breasts and made little trickles all the way down the insides of her legs. Yet, despite this, she found she could continue bravely on. She glanced with cool contempt at the grinning, taunting women in the room.
They think I'm less of a woman than they are, she thought, hut I'll show them I'm not! I'll show them!
She began to relax her body and walk with a more sensuous, provocative gait; her lush hips swung from side to side; her head was held high and her brown eyes glistened with new courage. The crowd noticed the change at once and began to lewdly encourage her, like a stripper in a burlesque show. As they urged her on with obscene ravings, Lori realized that she was actually beginning to ENJOY IT! SHE WAS WINNING THEIR APPROVAL, AND IT FILLED HER WITH A SENSE OF TRIUMPH! Just as she had found the glimmerings of a new-found excitement with Spyder, and more so with her passionate encounter with Rina, now, nakedly exposed to the vicious motorcycle outlaw gang, she discovered that the rising tides of forbidden, throbbing passion began to ripple through her rapidly awakening sensitivities.
At that moment she came face to face with Spyder. His face was twisted in a cruel, perverted smile.
"Okay, bitch... the time has come! Lay back on the floor."
The Studs gave out with a mighty roar of glee at his words, and Lori knew the dreaded moment was finally here. Her breath came faster and faster as she obediently lay back on the dirty floor in the center of the shack. She remembered the words of advice that Rina had whispered to her only moments before the Studs had arrived.
"Whatever you do," the teenager said, "don't resist it.... if you do it'll hurt awful. . . just relax and surrender..."
The lawyer's wife closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. As she did, both the men and women in the room began throwing off their own clothes, amid much noise and laughter. The men, without exception, remained in then-cutoff jackets, the symbol of their identity. Opening her eyes, Lori gasped as she saw the shack full of naked outlaws and their women, all massaging their genitals in feverish abandon.
The eyes of the men were riveted to the white, creamy body of the voluptuous young woman who was the target of their revenge. Some of them had their "mama's" sucking on their elongated penises to arouse them even further.
Two of the younger girls had gotten some leather thongs and proceeded to tie them to Lori's wrists and ankles. Spyder and another outlaw then pulled her legs roughly apart by the ankles, fully exposing the nakedly quivering flesh of her vaginal slit. Then the thongs were tied to nails in the floor. The same procedure was used to lash her wrists so that her body was spread-eagled like a goddess being sacrificed on the altar of some ancient, barbarian deity. The leather thongs were tied so tightly that Lori knew that any struggle was out of the question. She could only submit. Gritting her teeth she waited for the strange ritual to begin. The smell of beer, wine, and human bodies filled her nostrils like a sharp, pungent perfume. Yet it seemed to relax her, as she lay in her obscene position. She fought desperately to keep back the terror that rose like black bile in her throat.
Spyder, stripped except for his jacket, stood in front of her leering down crudely, and the other men lined up hungrily behind him; they were wildly aroused now, and their impatiently throbbing cocks strained for the release they knew was coming. Lori shuddered when she saw the massive size of some of their genitals, easily equaling Spyder's gargantuan penis. Another shudder of alarm ran through her, fearful that she would be torn apart by their long thicknesses.
God help me, she whispered inwardly, please GOD HELP ME!
Then, in a sudden move, Spyder was on top of her and, without warning, plunged his massively jerking cock deep into her tightly cringing pussy. The brutal force of it pushed her naked young body back onto the floor with a sudden jerk. Her wrists and ankles burned with pain, and her painfully stretched vaginal sheath felt as if it was on fire.
"NNNNNNNOOOOOO!" she cried out in protest and pain. But the jeers and laughter once again drowned her wails. Spyder swung his hips forward cruelly, burying his long, bloated shaft so hard and deep that the agonized young wife thought it was going to come out her throat. He pulled back and plunged in again, then repeating the stroke brutally again and again increasing his tempo, faster and faster. He kissed her harshly on the mouth, forcing his wet tongue deeply into her mouth as he fucked her with rough, mean strokes that caused her cuntal passage to grow boiling hot from the merciless battering.
He bent his head and sucked fiercely on her soft, fleshy breasts, making her nipples harden and begin tingling with a fiery unwanted pleasure.
"No .... OH NO!" she groaned helplessly, as the outlaw leader fucked his slave-captive with the fury of a hurricane...and the rest of the groaning members of the motorcycle gang waited nakedly in line for their turn.
Bill slowed the car as he approached the last road along Bemis Drive. A crude sign read Murray Road. Swinging the Oldsmobile onto the dirt road he pulled off to the side. The road was too narrow and overgrown to drive, and Bill realized he would have to walk. He got out of the car and locked it carefully, then looked around to get his bearings.
Glancing up the road he could see many tire tracks, but he knew no automobile could have driven through. On closer inspection they looked more like motorcycle tracks, as if a whole gang of cycles had recently come up the road. There BUI froze as a realization came to him.
The Satan's Studs!
The name of the outlaw gang flashed again into his head with the force of an explosion. Somehow he instinctively knew at that moment that Lori's rape and kidnapping had something to do with the filthy outlaw gang. Angrily he clenched his fist, his mouth tightened. If those bastards have done anything to Lori so help me .... I'll kill them!
Flushed with rage, he walked up the dusty road glancing carefully about him to make sure he wasn't being watched. Yet, hidden in the trees, Spyder's sentry grinned slyly and quickly disappeared as he took the short-cut through the woods to the shack.
Spyder grunted and heaved his massive, muscular frame as he wildly drove his long hard cock into his beautiful tightly-lashed prize. He had been so aroused by the time he had sunk his thick, lust-swollen spear into her fleshy cunt that he was already near climax. Crazed with passion he rammed into her furiously, sadistically bruising the anguished young woman's vaginal sheath.
Lori lay helpless and panting beneath the sweating gang leader, her loins quivering from the fiery shocks he inflicted on her. The cyclist fucked the tightly bound young wife with the force of a red-hot jackhammer as his body grew tense and feverish with imminent climax. His sperm-bloated balls began to inflate with hot boiling cum as the thick semen rushed forward like a violent surging river.
"UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!" he groaned, and suddenly arched his muscular back like a panther in heat. He began to buck and jerk as he threw back his head and cried out fiercely.
Lori felt his thick hot cum gush into her bruised cuntal walls in an endless stream. The raging fluid seemed to fill her brutalized vaginal sheath and ease the harsh pain from being taken so violently. The warm male liquid filled her like a healing balm, and began to relieve her torture. With a final groan, Spyder heaved the last of his scalding cum into her, and then pulled his softening cock away out of her trembling semen-drenched pussy as the Studs roared approval.
But just as the lawyer's wife began to relax and get her breath, another grinning, dirty cyclist lurched over her, panting with lust.
"Hey baby, welcome to the club," he mumbled drunkenly. Then he sprawled on top of her and crudely buried his pulsing, inflated cock deep into Lori's creamy, fearfully cringing pussy. He began to fuck her with long, plunging strokes, covering her face and breast with slobbering kisses. The suddeness of this second hulking outlaw's intrusion sent Lori's brain swirling in confusion. It was happening too fast! The terror mounted and her body began to strain and pull away in fear!
Oh I can't, her reeling brain cried out, I can't! I'M AFRAID! I'M AFRAID!!
Her tormentor fucked her relentlessly, his mammoth, eager tool working like the piston of a train, while his bloated, hairy balls slapped wetly against her anal crack. The young wife's vaginal walls were screaming for relief, and she twisted and writhed against her leather restraints! But there was no way she could fight it!
Rina is right! Rina is right! I've got to surrender!
Glancing to her right, she caught sight of the sensuous blonde teenager who was now lying completely naked on the cot while Spyder licked her wetly glistening vaginal cleft. Their eyes met and Rina smiled at her warmly, with sweet encouragement. At the sight of her innocent young face, Lori regained her rapidly diminishing sense of strength and slowly began to allow her body to submit fully to the obscene and cruel punishment she had to endure. At that moment, the outlaw who was fucking her began to reach a crashing sudden orgasm.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he shrieked like a madman, his eyes bulging wildy, "AAAAANNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
The second surging rush of sticky fluid spread through Lori's loins like a warm, blazing light.
She could scarcely believe what was happening to her! Her cuntal canal, shuddering in complete surrender suddenly began to bloom with wonderful surges of pleasure. Gush after gush of cum rolled into her like warm ocean waves and made all the pain ebb away as if by magic. The strange new feeling took hold of her unexpectedly like a billowing flame, and she groaned from deep, deep inside of her. In that moment all of the tension and fear that had built up like a stone wall for years were suddenly broken through with the shattering force of a wrecking ball. It was hard to believe but it was true! IT WAS TRUE!!
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!!" she cried in relief "OOOOOHHHHHHH!!"
Completing his orgasm, the second Stud withdrew quickly and laughed like a madman as he stumbled away. Someone came up and spilled more wine on the splayed wife's warm, nakedly glistening body as the Studs jeered and shouted. But to Lori it was like a cooling wind that only heightened her extraordinary sense of release. The young outlaw with the earring scrambled to position above her and rammed his powerfully pulsing penis deep into Lori's cum-drenched pussy.
"I'm gonna fuck you baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna FUCK the living daylights out of you!"
"Yes!" Lori groaned aloud as a great, rippling exaltation engulfed her.
The brutal heat of the afternoon sun beat down mercilessly as Bill Taylor trudged wearily up the dusty narrow road that was now no more than a trail. He had long since taken off his jacket and left it by the side of the road; his shirt was open to the waist and he was hot and dusty. There was no visible dwelling anywhere along the road thus far as he continued to follow the tire tracks. Finally, after walking nearly two miles uphill, he glimpsed a dilapidated shack surrounded by gleaming motorcycles, and he knew his destination had been reached.
As he carefully approached the lonely cabin, there seemed to be no sign of life, but as he got closer he could hear male and female voices shouting and laughing. The young lawyer stopped for a moment to think. He knew he was now at the headquarters of one of the most feared outlaw gangs on the West Coast. His chances of rescuing Lori without a fierce struggle seemed impossible, and he wondered if he would be up to it. His lucrative job as a corporate lawyer had taken it's toll on him physically, and he was not even remotely near the good lighting condition as he was when he was in the Army or in college, where he held title to top lightweight boxer. He felt unusually winded from just the steep climb.
Christ, I'm letting myself go out of shape like all those guys I see in the office, he thought to himself, ruefully, just like Carey...overweight and old before his time. Soft!
He remembered the times Lori had implored him to quit the giant law complex and open his own office so that they would have more time together. Up until now he had resisted the idea, but the sudden thought of himself as a sad and aging lawyer brought him up short.
Maybe she's right, he thought, maybe that's exactly what I should do. Oh God, help me find the strength to get her back safely, that's all I ask.
With steely determination the young attorney turned his attention back to the cabin in the distance.
His old army training came instinctively into play as he quickly surveyed the area for the best approach. His eyes focused on the one window of the shack, half open for ventilation, and it became his first objective. Crouching low, and moving like an Indian hunter, he circled the outlaw headquarters hidden by the undergrowth and trees. He moved stealthily towards the open window, being careful not to make any noise that might give his presence away. Reaching the cabin he edged towards the window and carefully peered inside. The sight revealed to him ripped his mind like a volley of rifle shots. There was a wantonly writhing young woman lashed to the floor and being fucked with grunting violence by a heavy-set outlaw with a beard.
That's Lori, he realized with a violent shock, my god, that's Lori!
His beautiful young wife lay panting and helpless under the big cyclist; her rich, lustrous dark brown hair spilled on the floor in tangled disarray, her eyes were shining with wild, blazing excitement, arid he could hear her moaning lewd encouragement and crying out in maddened ecstasy as she swung her head from side to side like a madwoman. Her nakedly gleaming body, twisting sensuously beneath the brutal fucking, rose and fell like a restless tide to meet each brutal thrust of the motorcyclist's lust-thickened cock. Yet despite the boiling outrage he experienced at seeing his young wife being ravaged, he was completely riveted by the staggeringly new appearance of his formerly-innocent spouse. She was provocative and ravishing in a way that was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was as if a totally new and erotic part of her had suddenly come to life! Hypnotized, Bill couldn't take his eyes off of the incredible sight! He heard a voice rising over the drunken din made by the lurid gang.
"It's my turn now," one of the outlaws was shouting.
"Yeah, Eddie, you been saving up ain't you!"
The spellbound astonished lawyer saw a young man stripping quickly, as if he had only recently entered the cabin; the outlaw's huge, fleshy cock was quiveringly erect, and his eyes bulged hungrily at the bound and groaning young wife.
"Hurry up, man, before I cum!" he roared to the burly cyclist who was plunging his lust-crazed penis like a bucking, stallion into Lori's drenched and wetly clasping pussy.
"I ain't ready!" he screamed back at the eager newcomer. "Keep your shirt on!"
"I can't, you bastard, I've had a hard-on ever since I saw that fucking lawyer get here!"
Bill froze. They knew he was here! Yet apparently they were too caught up in the systematic rape of his wife to do anything. A wave of boiling anger shook his body and he clenched his fist tightly, vowing revenge. HE COULD KILL THOSE BASTARDS FOR WHAT THEY WERE DOING TO HIS LORI!
The outlaw named Eddie rushed towards the madly screwing pair, feverish with demonic passion.
"I don't have to wait," he cried. "She can take the both of us!"
A raucous cheer rose from the drunken, sprawling crowd as the outlaw quickly straddled his legs over Lori's head and shoulders.
"Open your mouth, cunt, and suck my prick!"
Paralyzed with rage, Bill watched with shocked eyes as the cyclist knelt to position his nearly-bursting cock at the entrance to Lori's wet mouth!
"YEEEESSSS!" the lawyer suddenly heard her cry out. "SHOVE YOUR PRICK IN MY MOUTH! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! FUCK ME!! ALL OF YOU FUCK ME GOOOODDD!"
Bill reeled back against the wall of the cabin, just as the leering young man buried his massively pulsing cock into Lori's wide-open eager mouth.
My God, what's happened to her!
His mind spun in disbelief. His wife actually was enjoying what was happening, she enjoyed being fucked brutally like that! She had always been so prudish and resistant, but now...now it seemed she had swung totally in the other direction and had surrendered completely to the outlaw's savagery. Before he knew what was happening his own long, thick penis suddenly began to throb excitedly, pounding against the tight material of his trousers in lewd response to the staggering revelation. It was beyond belief, yet, HE TOO WAS EXCITED BY IT! HIS BODY WAS ELECTRIFIED FROM HEAD TO FOOT! HIS BRAIN REELED IN CONFUSION!
"So, we meet again, Taylor!"
Bill was jolted back to reality and turning he found himself facing the snarling, cruel face of the leader of the outlaw pack.
"We were wondering when you'd come. We been keeping your wife company while you were away!" Spyder laughed uproariously, gloating in the success of his long-planned revenge.
The young attorney was suddenly seized by a tidal wave of anger and he lunged towards the cyclist. The two men grappled wildly, fists flying in raging confrontation. Bill caught the outlaw with a hard right to the jaw that sent the hulking man spinning; quickly Bill sprang towards him, but this time Spyder countered with an iron-blow to the lawyer's stomach that knocked the wind out of him, stunning him just enough to allow the cyclist to grab Bill's right arm and twist it cruelly behind his back, rendering him completely helpless. He cried out as a violent pain shot through his arm and shoulder.
"Now, you bastard," Spyder hissed darkly, "you're going to find out who you're dealing with. You sent my buddy to jail on a bum rap, you and the rest of those sons-of-bitches you work for! Now you're going to get a taste of how we deal with guys like you! You're with the Studs now! And you live by our rules!"
With a sudden twist of the arm for emphasis, Spyder shoved Bill toward the door of the cabin. They burst through just as the two outlaws who were in the midst of screwing his wife reached their climax.
"UUUUUNGGGHH," the burly one screeched wildly, "I'M CUUUMIIIUUMMIINNGG!"
'TAKE IT ALL THE WAY BITCH," Eddie was groaning as he felt his scalding jism gushing up from his inflated, lust-bloated balls, "UUUUUNNGGGHHH! SHIT! OH SHIT!!"
Lori writhed and mewled as she gulped down the thick rushing male essence as if it was ambrosia; her lips were tightly compressed in a wet ring around the outlaw's heaving, spurting penis as she milked him dry.
Despite the frantic activity Lori had not yet reached full orgasm, for each time she felt her vaginal walls begin to quake and undulate as if to release her own fluids, her assailants would climax and withdraw quickly; it was maddening, but she didn't care! She was riding on a turbulent ocean of passion that grew more incredible with each quick, explosive fuck; she was at a fever pitch of excitement now, and she reveled lewdly in it! She was like a time bomb ready to explode with staggering force. As both men's penis' began to deflate, she was still suspended on an incredible vortex of ecstasy, still waiting for the final earthquake to tear her apart with a crescendo of sensation. As the cyclists withdrew, she heard a silence fall over the room, and she opened her eyes, still submerged in a thrall of quivering passion! Then her eyes widened and she gasped as she saw her husband in the doorway held fast by Spyder; Bill was staring at her, disbelief and confusion blazing from his eyes!
"Bill..." she groaned in a hazy, passion-ridden voice. "Oh, Bill...." Tears of anguish welled up from deep inside her.
All eyes in the room were on the handsome attorney now. The motorcycle gang knew that the man before them was responsible for Sal's unjust jailing and waves of hate and contempt poured out towards him. Sensing it, Bill fought back his own hatred and disgust with a massive effort of will. He was in their territory now and knew it! Any false move might be fatal for both he and Lori!
"This is Bill Taylor," Spyder told the grimly-staring crowd. "This is the man we've been waiting for."
The shabby room was suddenly filled with catcalls and jeering.
"Let me knock that bastard's head off," someone called angrily.
"Yeah, let's give it to him!"
"Hold your horses," Spyder spat back, "and let me handle this!"
He shoved the attorney forward, then slammed the door and locked it. Bill quickly moved to his wife and knelt beside her.
"Oh, honey, are you all right?" he whispered anxiously.
"I'm fine, darling, believe me...it's all right. . . despite everything...." she replied quickly, wishing she could break free from her leather restraints and embrace her husband.
"I'll never leave you like that again," he swore. "Never!"
Spyder strode across the room and yanked the lawyer roughly away from his ravished wife.
"Now Taylor, listen to me and listen hard. All of you listen," the powerful outlaw commanded. "Four months ago Sal was convicted and sent up on a bum rap!" he turned his cold, dark eyes to the attorney. "Sal didn't murder that creep, it was self-defense! That producer was a fag that wanted one of the Studs for his own sick purposes! But the word was out to send the dirty outlaw to jail and cover up the scandal! BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS KNEW NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE US! YOU CONDEMN US BECAUSE WE'RE DIFFERENT! YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING BECAUSE THE PUBLIC WANTS TO BELIEVE WE'RE MURDERERS!" The gang leader's voice became steady and even. "But that ain't the way we do things! We live the way we want, and if somebody crosses us they get it in the neck! But only if we're crossed! You think we got no sense of justice because we're different, because we don't give a shit about the things all the rest of those uptight "straights" break their asses to get! Okay man, live and let live! But don't make patsy's out of us, 'cause if you do we'll give back exactly what we get!"
"But why take your revenge on my wife and me?" Bill shot back angrily.
"Don't worry man, every one of those bastards is gonna get it from us when the time comes. You're the first because you're the one who should have known what was happening! You're not dumb Taylor! You know the score, but you kept quiet when they put the screws on Sal! So you get it first!"
Bill gritted his teeth as he took in the cyclist's bitter words. Deep inside he knew there was some truth to what he was saying. He hadn't been able to admit it before, but now all his misgivings about the direction his career was taking and the shady deals he had been forced to participate in, rose vividly in his mind. He was still repelled by the crude, self-indulgent life-style of this filthy motorcyclists, yet they had, either by design or accident, forced him to confront cruelly the unresolved problems of his life.
"What happens now?" he asked quietly.
"You're going to become one of us, man," the outlaw said a sly, twisted smile crossing his face. "You're gonna be a Stud and do things our way. Let's see if you can measure up to our standards! Let's see if you can fuck your wife in front of all of us! PROVE YOURSELF, BASTARD!"
At his words, Bill and Lori turned to each other. Both instinctively knew they were going to have to face a cruel test, a test on which their marriage and entire way of life was at stake! This was the culmination of the cyclists' warped sense of justice and revenge! Lori smiled at her husband with warm encouragement, to ease his anxiety. Bill smiled back too, and in that moment it seemed that they had made the deepest, most loving contact of their lives. In response the young lawyer's body grew strong, and a calm strength filled him. He would face their test, face it squarely and prove his manhood to these crude, degenerate outsiders! He turned to Spyder with a direct and penetrating stare!
"All right, I'm ready," he said evenly.
Spyder stared back at him. Maybe this "straight" is more of a man than I thought, he mused...Well, we'll see. We'll see. He motioned to two of the "mama's."
"Take off his clothes and get him hot, girls," he commanded. "Show him what a real Mama can do for a man."
From her lashed position on the floor, Lori watched hypnotically as the two chosen girls began to strip her waiting husband. The crowd of outlaws began a barrage of vulgar catcalls as one girl slowly removed his shirt and the other began blowing air in the lawyer's ear and ran her hands provocatively through his hair. A pang of jealousy surged into Lori's brain as they ran their hands over his now-nude upper torso and kissed him lewdly. Within a few moments they had him completely naked and Lori let her eyes rove lovingly over her husband's slim, tightly-muscled body. His deeply tanned skin, bright blond hair and blue eyes made her stir with a sudden rush of desire. He had never looked so ruggedly handsome to her before, so masculine and desirable; despite the grotesque situation, her body yearned with aching, rushing passion to be with him again. Her loins, still boiling hot with a incompleted orgasm, began to throb with eager anticipation. All vestiges of resentment and turmoil began to ebb away, and her eyes were glued to the strange, compelling sight of the two crude girls kissing and stroking every part of Bill's naked adonis-like body. She could see his lengthy, muscular penis grow rigidly erect as one of the girls knelt obscenely before him and took his potent, bloated tool in her mouth and sucked on it with shameless hunger. The other girl licked him with her wet, lewdly extended tongue up and down his tall slender body.
Bill grew warm and flush as the mamas slavered hotly over his body. His hotly aroused cock burned with lust from the expert sucking, and ripples of randy sensuality ran through him as the other girl's tongue slid wetly over him. A long-haired outlaw suddenly rushed up to him, forced his mouth open roughly before he could protest, and poured cheap red wine down his throat, making him gag and sputter. The crowd roared drunkenly, and a second and third draft of the wine was poured down the lawyer's throat. Bill's brain began to reel from it, and new warmth flushed through his brain, exciting him. Boldly, he took the bottle from the outlaw and drank deeply, as the surprised crowd shrieked their approval. Another cyclist lurched forward and spat in Bill's face, but the strong young lawyer wiped the spittle from his eyes in cool defiance.
"Let's get the broad excited too," Spyder cried, and at his words a cyclist sprawled quickly between her legs and buried his face in Lori's creaming, feverishly pulsing pussy, while two others eagerly sucked her wetly gleaming breasts like savages.
"Okay man, let's see what you can do," Spyder snarled. With a ritual-like attitude, he removed his treasured denim cut-off jacket. "Welcome to the Studs, Taylor! Here's your temporary uniform."
The two girls moved away from the aroused, intoxicated lawyer as Spyder roughly shoved the greasy jacket at him.
"Put it on."
Throwing down the wine bottle, Bill took the ragged garment, and slipped in it to the tumultuous shouting from the slobbering, violent crowd. Then, Spyder grabbed his arm and shoved him towards his mauled and ravished wife as the three lust-soddened outlaws crawled dizzily away from Lori's deliriously throbbing body.
An ocean of boiling sexuality consumed her now and through eyes dimmed by perspiration dripping from her fevered brow she saw her handsome husband towering over her in Spyder's jacket. At first she recoiled in fear, as she realized the moment of truth had arrived, but the sight of her beloved Bill bravely accepting the outlaw's obscene demands quickly dispelled her terror. She gazed up at him lovingly, trying to transmit to him her tremendous admiration for him. I love you Bill, her mind shouted telepathically. I love you!
Bill seemed to sense what she was trying to say, for as he stood before the expectant outlaw gang, a strange thing began to happen. A thin film settled over his eyes and he saw only Lori. . . not bound and brutalized, but radiantly lovely, her supple, voluptuous young body gleaming provocatively; her sparkling pinkish-white skin had never looked so sensual before. Not even Edy Randall could match the astonishing beauty he saw before him! His heart pounded with excitement and his long hard cock quivered impatiently. The gang now began to clap rhythmically as if from some ancient barbarian ceremony. The thundering, insistent noise they made matched the pulsing, throbbing passion that consumed him. Everything seemed to blur and fade into the background except the unbelievably exciting sight of the naked mahogany-haired woman, bound by leather thongs, spread-eagled and helpless beneath him.
"GO ... GO ... GO...." the outlaws roared repeatedly.
As if in a wild dream, he slowly lowered himself so that he was poised over the hotly quivering body of his wife.
"Come to me, Bill," she murmured dacedly, "sink your big beautiful cock into me! I love you!"
Bill was overwhelmed, for Lori had never spoken to him that way before. It redoubled his excitement, and his already bloated penis jerked lewdly.
"I'm going to do it, baby," he found himself saying, transformed into an almost entirely new and powerful person. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before and show those bastards that we're as good as they are!"
"Do it," she cried. "Oh my darling do it, yes! YESSSS!"
Positioning his thick, massively throbbing cock at the entrance to her eagerly quivering little pussy, he slowly eased into the slick, wet channel. The world seemed to go into slow motion as his blood-gorged rod slid excitedly through every moist, thrilling ridge of flesh in her cuntal tunnel. His bloated cockhead lunged against the burning nub of her cervix, and a volcanic tremor went through his body. He bent his head and kissed his beautiful wife with a deep and savage intensity, and to his great, delighted surprise she returned it with equal strength, plunging her tongue deeply into the fleshy cavern of his mouth. They were locked together in wild sexual embrace, surpassing anything they had ever remotely felt together before.
"OOOOhh, Bill," Lori mewled in ecstasy, "OOOOHH!'
To the pounding, rhythmic clapping and screaming of the Studs, Bill began to slowly fuck her with ease and total muscular control. His massive tool pulled out to the point where only his lust-swollen cockhead was enclosed by her moistly, warm pussy lips, then he plunged'in again until he base of his thick penis pressed against the moistly fluted flesh of her vaginal slit buried to the hilt inside her. Lori moaned aloud and pushed her hips upwards to give him complete and total access to her naked young body. She lewdly twisted and writhed beneath him, driving herself to even further heights of wildly pulsing desire.
"You feel so good!" she mewled, "soooo goooddd!"
Her torrid encouragement made him feel like a mighty warrior now; he became overwhelmed with a deep, electric potency that he had begun to really discover only the day before during his obscene orgies with Edy. Never in his wildest fantasies could he have anticipated that he would experience that stupendous driving sexuality with Lori! Yet it was happening! It was real! It took an incredible, ironic turn of fate to do it, he thought in a turbulent rush of revelation, yet there was no question that a fantastic transformation had taken place in both his wife and himself! He was elated! His body soared with its newfound dynamism, and he redoubled his mighty fucking, plunging his powerfully pounding cock in and out of Lori's torridly clasping, sucking little cunt like a man possessed!
Spyder glanced incredulously at the scene, while his crude comrades clapped and roared their approval. He never thought that the lawyer would have the guts to survive his cruel test this well. But it now looked as if this "straight" was all man! Glancing aside he caught sight of his teenage girlfriend, who had retreated into the shadows in fear of what might happen to her new friend Lori and her husband. But she, too, was utterly delighted that the captured pair were fucking in triumph despite the overwhelming odds Spyder had placed in their way. The swarthy outlaw met Rina's eyes. He nodded at her, and smiled broadly. Rina returned his smile, her face radiant with happiness. She felt closer to her outlaw lover than she had ever before... without warning, a feeling ... of ... of love began to overwhelm her. It took her completely by surprise and her eyes filled with happy tears as she turned away to watch the madly fucking husband and wife.
Tightly lashed to the floor, Lori was caught up now in a rising tide of rushing, erotically thrilling pleasure. Her long-delayed climax was now gathering slowly, but inexorably, in intensity for the final release. Her nakedly aroused body throbbed, her heart was pounding so wildly she thought it would explode; her pointed hotly-charged breasts heaved in the throes of passion and her limbs strained against their leather restraints. She closed her eyes, and let herself be carried away on a thundering sea of lust. Dazzling pinwheels of light exploded in technicolor bursts and her loins bubbled scaldingly as her cuntal flesh clutched wetly around Bill's hot, mightily plunging penis.
'OOOOHHH...." she cried wildly, "UUUUNNNGGHH!"
The outlaw gang was caught up completely in the triumphant screwing too: and, driven berserk by the lurid sight, they surrendered now to their own fiery passion. The room was swarming with naked bodies kissing and groping; several of the outlaws had mounted their eager, passionate mamas and began to fuck them with a violent intensity; everywhere cocks were plunging furiously in and out of hungrily clenching cunts, and gleaming buttocks were bouncing lewdly in the fading light of the afternoon sun that filtered through the window into the dilapidated shack.
Rina ran excitedly to Spyder, and within a few moments the naked, broad-shouldered outlaw leader lifted his luscious teenage girlfriend so that he stood with her arms wrapped around his neck and her lithe young legs clamped in naked abandon around his waist. Skillfully the torrid nymphet lowered herself down so that her hotly eager pussy slid easily over the cyclist's pulsating shaft of hard muscle. Bending his knee slightly, Spyder began to fuck in and out of the young girl's wetly clasping pussy with the speed and intensity of a machine gun. Rina clutched him tightly, transported to sudden ecstatic heights by his upward-ramming, mammoth cock. Spyder's hard muscled buttocks rippled sinuously as he swung his pelvis roughly in their lewd upright fuck.
"OOOOOHHH BAAABBYY!" he groaned, "YOU'RE REALLY SOMETHING!"
"SO ARE YOU LOVER," Rina shrieked. "SO ARE YOU!"
Completely oblivious to the frantic orgy that surrounded them, Bill and Lori were reaching the apex of their own tumultuous love making. Their bodies were moist with sweat and burning with a wildly impatient passion. Bill's groin was seized with a volcanic surge of lust as his huge, hairy balls, slapping wetly against Lori's little anal crack, began to churn in a steaming cauldron of cum! An ecstatic sensation began to flood his being, and his brain was seething with a fiery intoxication! Every muscle in his body was straining wildly for release. Then, abruptly he was there.
Lori could scarcely hear him for she was transported now inwardly to staggering heights of passion. Her steaming vaginal walls were convulsing furiously as her female essence began to secrete in sparkling bursts as her husband's wetly plunging penis rammed in and out of her like a steel piston. Behind her closed eyes she seemed to see a tiny white star that came closer and closer as her climax mounted! Closer and closer the blazing light came flashing like a meteor now as her naked young body undulated and twisted in exploding climax!
"I'M CUUMIINGG TOOOO!" she screamed, and suddenly the swirling white star burst into a million tiny pieces! She was there! With the shattering force of a breaking dam, waves of delirious joy washed through her body!
"AARRHHH!" Bill cried out as he arched his body as if he had been touched by a high-voltage wire! At that moment the first jet of scalding cum spewed headlong out of his thick cockhead like lava from a volcano. Bucking his naked body furiously, his steaming jism rushed into the eagerly throbbing pussy of his groaning wife.
The entire room seemed to shake with erotic pandemonium as each of the madly fucking couples reached orgasm in total accord with the young couple in the center of the room. Spyder pumped his hips furiously as he, too, reached the shattering apex of lust; holding him tightly, Rina nearly fainted from the force of her own ecstatic, boiling release. Groans and cries filled the air, bodies flailed nakedly in a torrent of unbridled lust. Minutes seemed like hours, as the thrashing couples fucked themselves to exhaustion with demonic sexuality.
Finally, as Bill emptied the last of his steaming cum into his Lori's wetly twitching cunt, he withdrew slowly and lay next to her, weary but exhalted by his triumph. Lori lay with her eyes closed, savoring the slowly diminishing ecstasy, and deliriously happy from the galvanic union she had just had for the first time with her handsome husband.
As each of the outlaws drained their passion, an exhausted silence settled over the room. For a long time no one spoke. Then, Spyder, who had gently placed his nubile girlfriend on the cot, turned to his naked gang, surveying the lewd scene with a cool and calculating eye. Then he saw Bill Taylor observing him silently from his position next to his wife. A slow smile crossed the outlaw's lips.
"Well man," he said to the young lawyer, "you did it. I never thought you would, but you did. I hate to admit it, but you're all right."
He extended his hand, and at first Bill was puzzled by the gesture. But then intuitively, he understood what was intended. Rising slowly he walking calmly to the powerful outlaw and as the crowded room looked on in awe, the two men from vastly different worlds shook hands in friendship.
CHAPTER NINE
It was nearly twilight and four people stood at the bottom of the long trail that led down from the Studs isolated shack. Spyder and Rina had decided to accompany the lawyer and his wife down to the car after they had recovered from the turbulent orgy.
"You can relax now," Spyder was saying. "The Studs won't bother you no more. You proved yourself."
"Thanks," Bill replied.
An odd kinship had sprung up between the two couples; it was a strange meeting of minds, a meeting that had changed them all in many ways.
"Look," Bill said, as he unlocked the car, "I'm going to do what I can to get Sal a new trial, even if I have to defend him myself. It's bothered me a long time that he was rail-roaded like that, but until now I really didn't know what to do about it."
"Thanks, man," the outlaw leader said quietly. "And I'll have the boys lay off those other guys, at least until we make sure Sal gets a fair shake."
"I'll make sure he will," the lawyer said affirmatively.
"I'll miss you Lori," Rina said, as she hugged her friend tightly. "Maybe...maybe we can get together as friends someday."
"Maybe so," Lori said warmly. "Everything seems possible now. We'll see each other again.
I'm sure of it."
"I hope you don't hold no grudges about what happened," Spyder said.
"Well, it hasn't been easy," Bill replied, "but I think things are going to be fine now." He turned to his wife, who had borne the brunt of the violent weekend. "How do you feel, honey?"
Lori smiled at her husband.
"Very tired," she said, "but fine. I don't know why, but I feel as if everything that's happened has brought me closer to you, much closer. And that's all that matters."
Bill took her in his arms and held her lovingly.
"You're wonderful," he said, "just wonderful."
"You, too," she whispered.
"Hey," Spyder interjected, "we'd better get back to the shack before that bunch of slobs tear the place apart. Christ, they're so drunk there's no telling what might happen. C'mon Rina."
"I'm right with you lover," the tousle-haired blonde said laughingly. "Goodbye, Lori. Goodbye, Bill."
With her characteristic candor, she kissed them both quickly, then she and her outlaw boyfriend turned and walked quickly up the path and out of sight. Without a word Bill and Lori got into their Oldsmobile and drove towards their home in the city.
Lori lay on the wide double-bed in their apartment dressed in her sheer, yellow nightgown. She felt refreshed and rested after a hot shower, and now she gazed around the familiar walls of her bedroom, happy to be home again; she could hear her husband singing happily in the shower, and her heart swelled with love for him. She lay back, and let her body sink into the softness of the bed. She was bone-weary from her exhausting stormy weekend, yet she knew that her cruel treatment by the outlaw gang had opened her up to a part of herself that had been dormant for years. Finally, Aunt Dorothy's negative influence over her was broken, she was sure of it. She remembered the way Bill looked, dressed in Spyder's jacket, so handsome, so rugged; and despite her exhaustion she felt an unexpected twinge of desire pass through her.
"Oh Bill," she murmured quietly as she recalled the thrilling passion she had come to know only hours before, "we have so much ahead of us now. So much...."
Closing her eyes, she soon fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
In the bathroom, just off the bedroom, Bill Taylor stepped out of the shower and dried himself languidly with a thick, luxurious towel. His mind, too, raced over the amazing events of the past forty-eight hours; vivid images rose in his brain of Edy Randall, screaming obscenities as she watched him fuck her from behind in her living room mirror; he remembered the heady, tingling experience with cocaine and vowed to himself to stay away from drugs of that nature for good.
"I don't need that stuff to get me excited," he said to himself as he dried his tanned, muscular body, "I've got all the excitement I need in the next room."
He recalled the way his wife had looked, lashed to the floor of the Studs' shack. She was so provocative, so ravishing, that the sight had made him forget momentarily the cruel rape being inflicted upon her.
"Edy Randall's got nothing on her," he said aloud, "not a thing."
He replaced the towel, and caught sight of himself in the mirror above the sink. He was startled to see that he had changed somehow...his features seemed stronger, more commanding than before, and he liked what he saw.
No doubt about it, he thought, crazy as it seems this whole business has worked out for the best.
Whistling happily, he opened the bathroom door, switched on the light, and went into the bedroom. A small bedlamp provided the only illumination, except for the bright, sensuous beams of moonlight that flooded the room, just as it had only two nights ago, Friday, when it all began. He saw Lori sleeping like a happy child; her shining, dark hair framed her delicate features in soft, curling tendrils. The languid curves of her body, so clearly outlined by the gossamer material of her nightie," had never looked so desirable to him. Something had been added now - an indefinable worldliness that was unmistakably there in her face and in the way she lay on the bed. She seemed to radiate sensuality and a promise of thrilling pleasure. As Bill nakedly walked across the carpeted floor of the room, his heart pounded with tender affection for his lovely, slumbering bride. Moving quietly around the bed he stood next to her in open admiration.
"You're beautiful, baby," he whispered, "just beautiful."
He remembered the extraordinary love making that had taken place between them under the leering eyes of the Studs, and as he did his thick, fleshy cock again began to throb and jerk in hunger. Lori looked so soft and desirable lying there that he was seized with the idea of waking her and fucking right now. But he knew she was deeply tired, and decided against it. Instead he quietly bent down and kissed her. But the touch of his lips against hers only increased his passion, and the fragrance of her lightly perfumed body that drifted up to his nose made him reel with erotic excitement. With great effort, he moved away from her and gazed out the window at the busy street below.
As he turned away, his sleeping wife slowly opened her eyes. His warm kiss had reached to the very bottom of her mind and penetrated her slumber; now her eyelids fluttered up and in the soft light she could see her husband's naked body as he faced away. The soft light from the lamp fell on his well-muscled frame, and Lori gazed happily at his athletic, supple body. She yearned to have him hold her once again.
"Bill," she called out quietly.
Her young husband turned slowly and faced his wife.
"I thought you were asleep." he said.
"I was...but I'm awake now."
Her eyes sparkled with moonlight, and Bill's hardened penis lurched throbbingly erect as he gazed into them. Lori shamelessly glanced down at his pulsing manhood, a Mona Lisa smile across her lips.
"Why don't you come to bed," she said playfully, as she stretched languidly. "You must be tired."
A sudden rush of elation coursed through the naked lawyer as he saw Lori slyly untie the little ribbon that kept the top of her nightie closed. She let the garment fall away so that her pointed, firmly rounded breasts were fully exposed and gleaming in the dim light. Bill moved slowly to the bed, scarcely believing the incredible good fortune he would now enjoy. His eyes drank in her silky, slender form as she rose up provocatively and slipped the thin garment from her shoulders, and then lay back again. She lifted her hand and cupped her resilient, golden breasts, squeezing them lightly.
"Mmmmm..." she sighed. "It's such a lovely night."
Bill climbed into bed next to her.
"Oh honey," he whispered. "I want you so much ... I want to ... to ... "
"Fuck me?" she asked with delightful innocence. "Do you really want to fuck me?"
The young lawyer thought he would nearly explode with happiness. She was everything he could possibly want in a woman.
"Yes," he replied, "I want to fuck you now, and tomorrow, and for the rest of my life. I want to bury my cock in your beautiful little cunt, and hold you, and kiss you!"
"Then do it," she said her face radiant with happiness, "do it anytime, anyplace."
She reached out her arms and they moved together in a warm, loving embrace. Their hands roved delightedly over each other's bodies, touching every part as if they had been separated for years. They kissed long and passionately, and Bill felt his need for her growing hotter by the minute.
Then, without a word Lori slipped down and quickly took his heatedly throbbing cock in her wet mouth, sucking on it with the skill of an expert, driving him wild with waves of warm erotic pleasure. He lay back on the bed, experiencing an unimaginable delight as his ravishing wife eagerly licked and hungrily sucked his long hard penis. Her hands played sensuously over his body, and he let his hands tangle themselves in the satiny strands of her hair. He was in paradise as her warmly wet mouth created a gentle vacuum around the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh, Lori" he moaned happily, "that feels so wonderful! Sooo wonderful!!"
Lori was deeply pleased that she could bring such delight to her husband, and grinning in happiness, she took his pulsating shaft deep into her wetly ovalled mouth, letting her lips graze longingly over every inch of the veined, and pulsing flesh. With one hand she kneaded the heavy sac of his testicles and was elated to hear him sighing in ecstasy. She moved her moist warm mouth up and down his massive pole pausing at the blood-gorged cockhead to tease it lightly with her teeth.
"Oh, baby!" he moaned happily, "that feels so wonderful! Sooo good! Aaaahhhh," the young lawyer groaned luxuriously, as she teased his lust-swollen penis with her eager young mouth.
Suddenly their rapidly-growing passion was interrupted by the jangling of a telephone.
"Damn it," Bill snapped. "Who the hell is that!"
Lori pulled away as Bill reached across the bed for the phone. "Hello?"
"Bill? Its Ed Carey!"
The attorney froze momentarily. He had forgotten all about the firm in the new passions he had discovered in the past two days. Now hearing Carey's voice was like a strange, unwanted intrusion. "What is it, Ed?"
"What is it? I've been trying to reach you all afternoon; where the hell have you been?"
Bill felt himself growing angry at his office superior, but held himself under control.
"I had an unexpected personal matter to take care of," he said coldly.
"Bill, Edy Randall has blown her stack. You shouldn't have left her like that! She's threatening to drop the firm and get other lawyers!"
"Well, then let her," Bill said, sinking to Lori.
"What?" Carey screamed. "What the hell's gotten into you? Are you nuts? She's the biggest client we've got!"
"She's the biggest kook you've got! I couldn't stay with her, that's all! You'll just have to accept it!"
"What?" his boss asked incredulously.
"And, furthermore, I want the Satan's Studs case reopened. I'm convinced that guy was innocent!"
Bill could hear Carey sputtering and fuming over the phone.
"You've gone mad, Taylor! Completely mad!"
"Maybe I have," he replied, gazing fondly at the luscious vision of his wife sensually curled up on the bed, "but that's just the way it is!"
"I could have you fired for this, Bill!"
"If that's what you want, then do it!" the young lawyer retorted with a strength and conviction that made Lori glow with adoration, "but if you do, that'll be the biggest mistake this firm ever made! Now I'm very busy at the moment and whatever you want to say or do will have to wait until tomorrow morning. Stay cool, Ed. See you then."
He hung up the phone even before his boss could reply to his dramatic ultimatum. Bill turned to Lori, a wide grin on his face.
"I may have blown my job," he said.
"Well," Lori said thoughtfully, "if you do, then you can start your own practice. We'll make it ... I know we will. Bill, you've got to be your own man whether it's with Carey or on your own. But whatever decision you make, I know it'll be the right one. I trust you, darling."
"You're wonderful!" Bill exclaimed and grabbed his nakedly voluptuous wife in his arms and kissed her passionately.
"'Mmmmmmnn...." she mewled, swept away by his strong, lusty embrace. Bill gently guided her down and quickly positioned himself over her. His massively inflamed cock was hard as a rock and poised at the entrance to her cuntal sheath.
"Now," he said slyly, "where were we?"
"I'll give you three guesses," his delighted young wife replied.
Bill laughed heartily, then slowly slipped his eagerly jerking penis into her moistly waiting vaginal entrance. Then he began to rock back and forth, each plunging stroke quickly drawing them into a strong, surging ocean of love. Lori pulled her slender legs up deftly, and pushed her pelvis upwards so that her warm wet vulva opened like a blossoming lotus to the sleek, lunging strokes of her husband's rigidly hot penis.
"Oh, fuck me, darling," she sighed as a velvety cloud of softness enveloped her. "Fuck me!"
She ran her hands over the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders, deliriously happy that she could give herself completely now to her young Greek-God of a husband. Life was full of promise now, the world had opened up for the both of them, and she could scarcely contain her happiness. As their passion mounted, bursts of tingling delight rushed to every part of her body; Lori felt warm and light as air, in love as never before.
"Oh, this is fantastic!" Bill cried as his hot, yearning cock swung into her softly clasping warmth. His body moved with strength and precision, as each sinewy muscle bulged and undulated with the growing tide of passion. His loins began to vibrate with lust, and his blood raced hotly through his body. His bouncing, throbbing testicles became swollen and fiery as his thick, milky semen slowly gathered for the moment of release. As he increased his tempo, his body was racked with gusts of exaltation with the impending orgasm.
"Oh, baby...." he groaned, gazing deeply into the dazzling pools of his wife's glittering brown eyes...I'm cumming...I'M CUUMMINNNGG! CUM WITH ME!"
Lori was seized by a billowing ecstasy that rose like a flock of wild doves in flight towards the sky. Her moistly quivering cuntal walls undulated madly as Bill's dynamic cock transported her higher and higher with each electrifying stroke.
"AAAAHHHHH...." she cried out, scarcely believing the enthralling happiness that consumed her. "OOOOHH GOOOODDD!"
Bill's powerful pulsating penis suddenly shook with the force of an earthquake and he threw back his head emitting a long, roaring cry of delight; at that moment, his scalding cum burst through the tip of his swollen cockhead and filled her quaking vaginal sheath with a flood of heatedly thick, white sperm.
Lori moaned with happiness as his hot male essence spread warmly into her loins and as her own churning fluid of release flowed from her cuntal flesh like radiant vapor. Their climax seemed to go on and on, sealing their newly awakened relationship with joy and hope. Finally, as the wondrous ecstatic ecstasy of their union began to ebb slowly away, they lay back on their bed, tenderly entwined in each other's arms.
"Oh, my love," Bill murmured warmly, "we've really got something going for us now. It's the greatest."
"Yes, darling," she replied sleepily, stretching like a well-fed cat in front of a fireplace. She settled into his arms and closed her eyes. And once, just before sleep came to her a few moments later, she thought with a strange sense of excitement about Rina and Spyder. If Bill was successful in reopening Sal's case, then the four of them would undoubtedly be thrown together again. She smiled, just once, and decided that she and Bill could throw a little dinner party . . .just for the four of them.
It might be fun.
It might be interesting.
When she went to sleep, the wanton smile was etched on her face.
