Popular historians who enjoy pinning titles like the Gay Nineties and the Roaring Twenties on every recent decade have yet to come up with anything fully satisfactory for the fifties and the sixties-but there are strong indications that they'll settle on the Sexual Seventies for the current ten-year period. From all appearances, this is due to be not only the decade of sex, but also the decade of sexual research.
The groundwork, of course, has already been done by such pioneers as Kinsey and the team of Masters and Johnson, among others. Today, the field is wide open to such mildly tongue-in-cheek popularizers as Dr. David Reuben (Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex ...) and such little-known but indefatigable researchers as James Warren of Hollywood, California.
Warren has over a dozen books to his credit already, but none so far has hit the bestseller lists; some of his research methods have started the more conservative experts in the field, but they give him grudging credit for carrying his fact-finding expeditions into such institutions as orphanages and federal and state prisons. And even the most hidebound of his colleagues will admit that he has become one of the world's most knowledgeable men on the subject of Fellatio.
In a book of that title just published by the Griffon Corporation of Las Vegas, Nevada, Warren demonstrates his erudition and sensitivity on every page. The following quotation is merely one example chosen from among many:
"First, it should be clearly understood that the fellatrice falls into two categories: those females who merely accept fellatio as an act, and those who must perform fellatio. The latter is a truly disturbed person, and she is rare. Her problem lies in a marked oral fixation; furthermore, no matter how desirable she may sound to some of us, she is usually aberrated in other ways which make her a difficult person to be around for long. Her compulsivity usually has more than one outlet. She normally demands climax, and the semen itself plays a role in her acquisition-triumph. She will most often be as accomplished as the most artistic fellator, but like him, it's natural, because it's her business. She has spent her life developing her skill.
"However, our principal concern here is with normal everyday Jane America. We certainly don't want to have her confused with some lady who has fellated a thousand men and who, for sickish reasons, still remains a virgin. Our gal is everywhere, and is either married to or dating Joe America. There is absolutely nothing abnormal about her, and she may be an accomplished fellatrice or not; the same general rules apply.
"The fact that sensual pleasures may accrue to the fellatrice as well as her partner is very interesting. Fellatio as a source of pleasure to the female seems to have received but scant attention from modern sexological writers. It is generally taken for granted that such gratifications as are forthcoming derive in the main from the excitation induced in the other person. It is seldom noted that the physical pleasure could physiologically be expected to at least equal that resulting from 'French-Kissing,' in which the mouth is titillated internally by the tongue of the other person, and where lips and tongue are themselves stimulated."
The insights in these brief paragraphs are many, and it would be worth the reader's while to return to them for lengthier and more careful consideration. At the moment, however, the publishers of Dansk Blue Books must direct attention to the work of a writer on the same subject but in another field: Mildred Thompson and her sometimes shocking but thoroughly researched and educational novel, The Shamed Orphan.
The leading character here is Holly Hollis-ton, orphan ... and fellatrice. Holly's basic problems stem from her being an orphan in the first place. The complicated development of those problems comes about because she is the kind of fellatrice James Warren touches on intimately though obliquely-the compulsive kind. Holly is "a truly disturbed person," and recognizes that fact. She is intelligent enough to seek help from a qualified psychiatrist-and thereby hangs a novel.
In her own way, Mildred Thompson is as dedicated and painstaking a researcher as James Warren. This is her first book, and it has been many months in the writing. The original first draft was short and lacked a good deal of the dramatic pace of the final version, but Dansk's editors worked very closely with Miss Thompson to bring the inherent qualities of the novel to the fore. We have seen few such smooth-working editor-author combinations since Maxwell Perkins brought out the best in Thomas Wolfe. While it would be unrealistic to compare The Shamed Orphan to You Can't Go Home Again or its sequels, we think the result is equally as rewarding in its own way.
The Publishers
Chapter One
The moment Holly Holliston stepped into my office I felt sure she was the victim of some severe sexual disturbance. As I rose to greet her, her eyes dropped immediately to my trousers and lingered there at crotch level for so long that I felt a flush spread up my neck and into my face. She stuck out a pink, pink tongue and licked her lips-and a small shudder shook her body, causing her magnificent breasts to sway slightly. Then she raised her eyes. They were wide. Ah, what eyes they were ... soft brown, large as quarters and sensuously lidded. The rest of her face, gently caressed and framed by her shoulder-length honey-blonde hair, was very, nearly the most exquisite face I had ever seen. It was very nearly classically perfect in its proportions.
I was only thirty-one at the time we met. I was being squashed, mired down and damn near castrated in an unhappy marriage. I was reasonably good-looking and really capable of appreciating a genuinely beautiful girl. And this girl was most certainly that.
"Good afternoon," I said. "I'm Doctor Cordell Masters."
"Holly Holliston." She gave me her hand. It was slender and warm and she almost caressed my palm after she clasped it and started to draw her fingers away. Everything about this lovely creature radiated pure sex ... she was dainty and delicate but holdable, as a woman should be, and I could imagine in just the first few seconds of our meeting that every man who saw her immediately visioned himself in the sack with her.
I indicated the green leather chair beside my desk. "Won't you please sit down, Miss Holliston, and tell me your problem."
She sat down quite primly, keeping her knees close together and tucking the hem of her short skirt around her thighs as she stretched out long silken-clad legs and crossed them at the ankle. I swallowed hard. She wasted no time telling me the nature of her problem.
"I suck cocks-lots of them-and I love it," she said defiantly. For a moment she didn't even bat an eye, her gaze remaining locked rigidly, even boldly, on mine in a challenge.
Her flat statement would have knocked me on my ass if I hadn't already been sitting down. It takes a helluva lot to startle a practicing psychiatrist but this was a helluva lot! I had decided after nearly four years of listening to neurotics and psychotics of every age, shape and form that I had "heard everything" as the saying goes-but I hadn't ever before heard so young, beautiful and incredibly sensuous a girl say so bluntly "I suck cocks-lots of them- and I love it." I cleared my throat as if to speak but realized immediately that I had absolutely nothing to say. I looked away to collect my thoughts and when I looked back I was astonished to see that her face had crumpled and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was biting her lips and twisting a handkerchief with her fingers.
"Oh, Doctor, did I shock you?" she whispered. Her eyes wavered away from mine and a small tremor shook her body. "I'm so miserable I don't know what to do. I've thought about killing myself a million times but I'm too much of a coward to carry it through. I meant it when I said I love to suck cocks, but after it's over I'm so ashamed that I can hardly stand to be in the same room with myself."
"How-uh-how old are you, Miss Hollis-ton?" It was a frail beginning indeed, but it effectively-if only for the moment-changed the subject. I held my pencil at rigid attention above my yellow pad, doing my best to appear businesslike so she wouldn't know that my mind was licking at the delicious thought of Miss Holliston sucking my cock.
"Nineteen. Three days ago." She seemed to regain control of herself.
Looking at her sweet, innocent face, I wondered if she was just toying with me, playing some weird neurotic's game perhaps, or maybe involved in a strange initiation ritual in an effort to get accepted into one of the sorority houses at the local college campus. What she had said didn't relate at all to the way she looked. Kids could pull some pretty wild things these days, no doubt about that. Maybe she was just a good actress or maybe part of the initiation was to do-what?-embarrass a psychiatrist? Or maybe just buffalo one? Hmmm, I thought. That just could be it. Only one way to find out. It wasn't a very professional idea, I must confess, but I thought she was putting me on and there was only one fast way to find out for sure. I decided on the quickest way to get rid of this little practical joker and get back to work was to throw her a little shock of my own. I rose slowly, quite purposefully unzippered my fly, and stepped in front of her chair. My cock automatically raised its head a little in interest.
My shock treatment abruptly backfired. Holly Holliston wiped the last remaining tear stain from her face with the back of one hand as she again ran that pink tongue over her full lips. In one swift movement, she plunged her hand inside my trousers, bringing out my totally unprofessionally interested shaft. I was too stunned by the way my shock treatment had backfired to step away from her. In a movement that seemed like that flowing of water, she slid off the chair and onto her knees, holding my semi-limp prick in her hand as she ran her tongue around the head.
Looking back now, I know I tried the shock treatment as a doctor but I reacted like any man. I wasn't at all certain that I wanted to draw away from her as she sucked all of my dangling organ into her mouth and I felt my balls twitch in anticipation. I could feel the smooth wetness of her tongue flashing around the glans and being a reasonably normal and healthy male, I felt my shaft begin to stiffen perceptibly as her lips enclosed my sex more and more completely. Her lips moved silently back and forth on my shaft of muscle and I could feel her teeth, a little painfully, scraping the underside of my cock. Her breath came hot and panting against the cloth of my trousers. Her lips were incredibly warm and soft and the back of her throat bent obediently to greet the blood-hardened head of my shaft."
This infant beauty hadn't been kidding. She did like to suck cocks and did one helluva fine job of it, I thought. She sure didn't look unhappy or ashamed now, I noted unclinically.
She drew her lips away so they were just resting at the head of my twitching cock. "Oh, Doctor," she breathed. "This is beautiful." Her fingers closed on my now massive erection and she crooned at the ruby head, half-hooded in its foreskin, blunt and powerful-looking even to me. Her small fingers could barely meet the thick circumference but each finger felt as though it was plugged into a wall socket and was the extension of a vibrator.
She lowered that honey-blonde head again to pay homage to my maledom and licked the blunt head several times with that delicate pink tongue. I wondered only for a second if the office door was locked or if my nosey new receptionist might come romping in at any second. Holly transferred the male essence of my prong to her taste buds and then made an 0 of her lips, sliding them back and forth, back and forth with maddening pressure on my rock hard rod.
She slipped the huge head between her lips several times and I moaned. Holly appeared to be enraptured with the big prick in her mouth. Her head moved rapidly back and forth as she mouth-fucked me and I felt the pressure building up in my testicles. With a terrible effort- one of pure masochistic pleasure-I put my hands against her head and pushed her away. She stayed on her knees, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open in a tantalizing 0.
"That's enough," I gasped.
Holly opened her eyes wide in disbelief. It must have been the first time in her life that a man had ever drawn away from that hot cavern of a mouth and that whirling pink tongue. It was only because I remembered for a split second that I was a doctor with whom she had an appointment that I was able to draw back from such intense pleasure. Holly actually made a grab for my trouser front as I backed off and tried to jam the hard cock into the limited trouser front. It was only with a great deal of difficulty that I managed to get my greatly enlarged organ back inside my pants and pull up the zipper. I could not, however, conceal the giant bulge which betrayed the effect she had had on me in the brief moment when her lips and tongue-and my own astonishment and pleasure-had held me a willing prisoner.
She sat back in the chair with two expressions mingled on her face. The first was obviously disappointment but I could not be sure of the other. Her mouth was slightly open and her lips were glazed with my body fluids. I watched like a man in a trance as she slowly ran the tip of that talented pink tongue around the edges of that lovely hot cavern which just an instant before had held my eager, pulsating shaft.
"Oh, wow. I've really done it this time. Doctor," she moaned, "I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to automatically open my mouth when I see a prick." She took a shuddering breath. "I just go wild when I see a cock or even think about one. I'd like to have love and sex like other people have it, too, but I only get hot with a cock. I want a man to fuck me-you know, really ram it in my cunt-but I can't stand to even have a man kiss me. It just turns me all off." Then she lowered her head to the arm of the chair. "Oh, why did you do this to me? It was a terrible thing to do," she wailed. "I came to you for HELP!"
I immediately felt like a dirty, horny bastard.
Holly writhed in her chair, grinding her tiny ass into the green leather. She took a deep breath and then raised her head to look me directly in the eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You've got such a lovely cock," she said holding me with those soft brown eyes. "Let me finish it off-and then we'll both feel better." My unprofessional cock jerked frantically at the delicious invitation. "Let me have it again, Doctor. Please, pretty please." A note of almost childlike pleading came into her voice. "Oh-please?"
I sat down hurriedly, and not without a lot of pain as my stiffened prong objected to its sudden confinement and its disappointment at not getting what it had been offered. I picked up the pencil from the yellow pad and tried again, with little success, to act and look-but more importantly-feel like a psychiatrist. My eyes were on the pencil, and I said, "Miss Holliston, I'm sorry. Honestly! I made a bad error in judgment. I really thought this was some college kid sort of a game and I could frighten you out of here by doing what I did."
"DON'T be sorry! I told you I love it. But afterwards," she added ruefully, "I hate having done it and I hate myself even more."
"Both may be true." I forced myself to look at her and, again with small success, to forget what had just occurred and, even more, what I had just missed. "But after all, Miss Holliston, I'm a psychiatrist," I said, trying very hard to convince myself at the same time as my cock pulsed against my tight trouser front, "and you obviously came to me for help. I certainly can't help you by contributing to your problem."
Holly laughed sharply-and I winced. It seemed obvious to me then that she thought that it would have been a contribution to her cure if I'd allowed her to mouth-fuck me. She thought the hot sperm of a psychiatrist surging down her throat like molten lava would be like the kind of miracle drug a person wants when he has the flu. I felt a tightening in my crotch at the thought. I knew it wouldn't have been a miracle cure for her, as she thought, but it sure would have eliminated a most pressing, immediate problem for the doctor.
"Now, Miss Holliston," I said crisply. I paused, fascinated by the pencil I held in my hand. It was rising slowly, in the same quarter-inch by quarter-inch measure as my prong twitched against my stomach. I jerked my eyes off the pencil and tried not to think of the pain in my groin. I regarded the girl with what I hoped was a professional air. "Approximately how long have you had this fellatio fixation?"
"Huh?"
"Er-I mean to say, how long have you had this compulsion to-that is-"
Holly appeared to be enjoying my discomfort. She was half smiling again. "You mean how long have I been sucking cock?"
I swallowed hard. "If you prefer those terms," I said coolly, "yes."
"Since I was fourteen." She paused. "Hey! Does what you just said mean that you don't prefer those terms?"
My small reserve of control started to fall apart under the gaze of those beautiful brown eyes. "Miss Holliston-"
"Holly. Call me Holly."
"Er-Holly. Yes! Look-Holly-I'm sure we will make a lot faster progress if you let me ask the questions. Especially in these initial stages. All right?" I had tried to sound pleasant and businesslike but it just came out sounding kind of nasty.
Holly sank back into her chair and said grudgingly, like a displeased but well-disciplined child, "Okay." And she kept that unnerving gaze on me.
I gathered myself together, cast a swift "in command" glance in her direction, and pretended to make a few notes. Actually, what I wrote, I discovered after she had left, was "God! that felt good." The "good" was underlined three times.
"Now, uh, Holly, perhaps we should begin by trying to establish a few things about your sex life in general. Do you really mean you've never had, shall we say, "regular" relations with a man?"
"You mean fucking?" Her open, level manner of staring at me while speaking was so distracting that I had to look away. She was a strangely fascinating young creature. If only my wife, I thought hungrily, were merely half as interesting....
"Yes," I finally managed to say, surrendering a little ground in the process. "Yes, Holly, I mean fucking."
Her reaction was most odd. She appeared to draw physically inward, somewhat frightened or revulsed.
Holly's eyes, for the first time, drew away from mine. "No," she said finally. "That's why I came to see you." There was a long pause. She looked back at me. "I'm a virgin. Can you beat that, Doctor? A virgin!" She laughed softly but I was certain I could detect pain and bitterness in the laugh. "Don't you think that's funny?" she demanded. "I'm absolutely crazy about stiff cocks ... but only in my mouth. It really drives me wild, feeling a big prick throbbing against my tongue, feeling it shooting off, spurting that hot salty juice into my mouth...." She paused. "But just the thought, the very thought of a cock in my cunt-" She shook her head in genuine revulsion, unable to even talk about something so personally disgusting to her.
My penis had grown incredibly rigid and was straining against my trousers as I looked at Holly and thought, unprofessionally, how great it would be to be the first to ram and slide into her moist, hot cunt. But suddenly, as I realized the very nature of this beautiful young girl's problem, my member actually started to wilt. To have sex only as Holly did was a real tragedy.
"Holly-" I reached over and turned on the tape recorder, "you mentioned that your memory of this kind of sex dates back to when you were fourteen. I want you to tell me about it." I could make a diagnosis later from the tape but right now I wanted to feast my eyes on the long legs, small rounded thighs and full lush tits of my lovely patient.
* * *
"That bitch! That champion bitch," thought Bob Roberts as he turned the key in the door at three in the morning. "She got herself royally wined and dined and all the way home before she begged off with it being 'that time of the month.' I don't get out often enough as it is without having to spend a bundle of money and not even get laid," he muttered to himself.
The lights in the house were dim. The last station had gone off the air and the television set was humming. Holly was asleep on the couch, looking soft, lovely, and shapely. She'd been earning babysitting money this summer before starting high school and Mr. Roberts was her favorite employer. He always talked to her and treated her like she was somebody, and he gave her rides home from school and extra money when she sat later than midnight. Sometimes when she'd daydream it would be about Mr. Roberts marrying her when she had grown up, now that his wife had run off with someone else.
Bob tiptoed to the bedroom to check on his son and then firmly closed the door as he headed back to the living room and the couch where Holly was fast asleep. He gently rubbed his aching crotch and felt a stir in his loins as he looked at the already well-developing young body. Her long, honey-blonde hair swirled around her face and the thin coverlet framed her tiny hips and rounded breasts.
"Wow," he noted, "she even smells sweet from here." A natural sweetness-not like the dime store date who had cheated him out of an evening of romping sex. He knelt beside the couch and lightly ran his hand over the coverlet. She didn't stir. Slowly his hand crept under the light cover until it touched her warm leg. The skin was soft and tender and he pinched it just a little. Holly groaned in her sleep and stirred a little. He quickly withdrew his hand. Holly moved a little, raising one knee slightly, letting it fall back against the couch. One arm went above her head, arching one achingly tender breast. Bob felt his prong stiffen with desire and once again his hand went under the cover, slowly, ever so slowly, as he kept his eyes on the face of the sleeping beauty. His hand crept under her dress, and once more she stirred. He waited until she was again deep asleep before continuing his explorations. His fingers finally worked between her legs and he breathed hard as his fingers first made contact with the soft fringe of hair that had crept outside her panties.
His prong was stiff now and aching in the confines of his trousers. He took his free hand and, with some difficulty, managed to unzipper his fly and reach his jerking penis, letting it out to reach for the dim night air as he sought the dark depths of Holly's love tunnel. His fingers went under the elastic of the silk material until they were in the center of the fleecy triangle of cunt hair. Gently, ever so slowly, he pushed his fingers toward her virginal clit, still watching her face for signs of awakening. He wanted her to wake up eventually but not until he had her well oiled and hot for more petting and his eager prong.
He pulled back the cover so he could touch her more fully and gaze at the furry mount of Venus which he would soon claim. With one hand at each side of her panties, he parted the fine hair and ran a tentative finger along the pink slit. His fingers dipped into the honey pot around her clit and his prong jerked violently.
The clitoris was tiny and hard; his gentle massaging made it reach upward as though wanting him, he thought. He dipped his face and, holding open the tiny lips, flicked his tongue along the opening made with his fingers.
Oh God, he'd never tasted anything sweeter. It wasn't the sour smell he'd grown accustomed to with his wife and the old witch he'd been using since Martha had run off-it was beauty-pure, young, lovely beauty-and he licked lightly at her essence. It wasn't even sticky like honey, but like he could imagine nectar of the gods might be.
His tongue licked at the fine hairs, and the sweet essence of her rosebud sex almost drugged him. He had to have more. Caution to the wind, he pulled more on the elasticized panties until there was room for his mouth to cover her sweet sex. His lips clamped down and his tongue shot into the tiny cavern.
Holly's body almost rose completely off the couch. "What are you doing? Who-who is it? -Wha-what are you doing to meeeee-" her voice rose to a shriek. Bob reached up and clamped his hand firmly over her mouth, holding his arm along the length of her body. He raised his head, his lips damp with the juice that had started to flow from her untried vagina. "Be quiet, Holly. It's me, Bob. Be quiet! I won't hurt you. You're just like a little kitten and I want to pet you."
His one hand covered her sex and he slid a finger into her cunt, gently at first and then with more force. Holly struggled. He was hurting her. "What is he doing to me?-It's wrong -oh, God, he's hurting me. Ohhhh! Awwww-" She clamped her teeth on his hand and he yelped and drew away.
She jumped to her feet and over the edge of the couch, heading for the door, but he caught her around the waist and ground her tiny butt into his bulging front. One hand swept around her waist and the other caught her across the head so her mouth was covered. He wrapped one leg around hers and they fell to the floor. With his hand still over her mouth, his legs holding her prisoner, he slid his hand from her waist to her breasts. She fought wildly but his hand and arm covered both her nose and her mouth and she grew faint from lack of air.
Bob took a few seconds to realize she'd stopped battling and had gone limp. "My God, have I killed her?-No-no, she's still breathing, she's just out. Oh, little baby, sweet little baby, I wouldn't hurt you for anything. I just want to taste you."
He took the clothes off her, ripping the panties from her still body and pulling her thin summer dress over her head. Her white body fringed with tan arms and legs and that delectable triangle of vee-cunt hair was more than his sperm-filled prong could stand. He let it throb and stab against the girl's side like a giant hairless tree stump and tried to get between her legs.
Too much time had gone by and his rod could stand no more. The pressure built up in his testicles and the semen was surging back and forth like water coming to a boil. "Ahhhgh-aw- ohh -oooohhhhh, God, I'm cummm-I'm cummming--" and the first powerful jet shot out of his prong like a cannonball to splatter on Holly's belly, across her breast and along the side of her face. He fell across her, nearly lapsing into unconsciousness himself as relief flooded his body.
Holly awakened in a daze. She felt hot and sticky and weighted down. It was-"My God, it's Bob," she gasped and tried to pull away. "I don't have any clothes on-what will I do-oh, God, what's he done to me?-Let me up-get away." Holly writhed against the body holding her captive.
Bob raised his head to look at her face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she had turned her head. "Aw, little Holly, I didn't hurt you. You're okay-just a little mussed up. Stop your crying. You're all tensed up but I can take care of that." With this he swung his body around so his prong hung over her face. She closed her eyes but he reached back and yanked her face straight so his prick, limp and wet, was even with her mouth.
"Suck it-put it your mouth," he commanded.
"No," Holly whimpered-through clenched teeth. He gave her hair a vicious yank.
"Aw-" That was all she could say for his prick was in her mouth.
"Be careful now. Real careful. No teeth." Holly gagged. "Suck it nice and I'll take some of my weight off you so you can breathe easier. Okay ... now, just run your lips around the head-nice and easy-" he snarled. "Use your tongue."
Holly felt waves of shame flood her and the prick growing in size in her mouth was like a gag. She nodded her head that she would do as she was told but she kept her eyes tightly clenched. Her tongue obediently licked and she gulped to keep the wetness from choking her. He had raised himself on his knees so only part of the organ was in her mouth. Satisfied that she was going to do as she was told, he lowered his mouth to her cunt.
"Open your legs ... damn it, open your legs," he demanded and pinched her cruelly on her tender thigh. Her legs swung open a little and he forced them all the way with his big hands. Once again his tongue flicked at the tiny clit and ran along the pink fur-lined slit all the way to her tiny pinched rosebud asshole. She tried to squirm away but his hands on each leg held her firmly and he pinched her when she stopped working her mouth. He clamped his mouth on her clit and ran a finger into her wet opening. She tightened her muscles and his prong jerked in her mouth. He finger-fucked her, gently at first and then harder, making his long finger probe deep into her tender opening.
Oh, God, let me die, please, please, please let me die right this minute, Holly prayed.
Nibbling at her clit with his teeth-and pausing to pinch her tender inner thigh when her mouth stopped its work-Bob worked another finger toward her anus. He dipped his finger first into her honey pot and then pushed the slippery juice as far as he could against the tight ass muscle. Not enough-he panted-not enough and he ran his tongue around the rubbery muscle, poking and prodding, licking and rubbing until his tongue made a small gain.
Holly was weeping uncontrollably and the tears mingled with the white leakage from Bob's body. Her body writhed in protest at what he was doing but each twitch made it easier for him to drive his fingers deeper and deeper into her openings. She was speared by his now massive prick at one end and at the other end by the fingers which made her burn and ache like hell itself.
Her warm, though unwilling mouth, had forced the blood into the head of his prick until it was too large for her tiny throat and he rammed against her tongue and mouth like a mad man. Purple and red lights flashed in his head as his testicles tensed for a volcanic explosion. His cum began spurting out like a hot liquid fire as though from a high pressure hose, spraying for what seemed an eternity.
It was hot-and sweet-in Holly's mouth, she thought as she gulped and swallowed. Like something nice she remembered but couldn't remember. She felt her own body begin to relax-she felt-love?-something like love?-as though all the troubles of her young world were washed away in the jet stream of his sperm.
It had been a long hot summer, Holly told me, after her first experience with Bob. "The first time, I awakened from a sleep and felt I'd been drugged. He was nowhere in sight so I gathered up my clothes, got dressed and sneaked home. My folks-like always-drank themselves into a stupor and didn't even hear me come in. I scrubbed my body for an hour before I felt clean, even though I was so sore I ached all over. All the pinch marks stayed on my legs for days.
I saw Bob passing occasionally in his car but I'd turn away when he'd wave. One afternoon my mom told me he'd called and I was to babysit that night. I thought I'd die. I told her I was sick and couldn't go but she went into a real rage and I was more afraid of her than of him, so I went back.
"He opened the door and actually acted real natural, like nothing had ever happened. I was real nervous at first, but I sort of settled down because I had to get the little boy's dinner, tell him a story, play with his toys in the bathtub while he washed and then get him to sleep. When I came back into the living room I was surprised to see Bob still sitting there. He said he was too tired to go out and thought he'd just like to watch television. He was watching a program I liked so I sat on a pillow on the floor not too near him. I stayed because he said he'd pay me the regular amount anyhow if I didn't go home right away.
"I don't even know when I moved over close to him. One minute I was half way across the room and the next I was sitting on a footstool by his chair. Then all of a sudden I did something that just didn't make sense to me-it was just something I wanted-had -to do. It was almost like a-a-what'd you call it before?-a compulsion. Yeh. I guess that's the word. It was sort of like I couldn't have stopped from what I did even if I'd wanted to. I moved closer so my head was right at his lap. I opened my mouth and leaned over and put it right on that big curving bulge. It really jerked when I did that, and it was quite a sensation for me. What you'd call an unforgettable sensation. Does that make any sense?" Holly asked.
I didn't answer. Just motioned for her to continue.
"As soon as my mouth closed on it, I seemed to know what it was. That probably doesn't make any sense either. I knew what it was and I knew that I wanted it without knowing why.
"The curious part seemed to go away then, and instead I had a real intense curiosity about my own feelings and a sort of-sort of-what can I call it?-almost a memory, a remembrance, of even better things to come. You know? God, I almost went out of my head. I must have been because I remember reaching up and pulling down the zipper on his pants, real slowly, as if thinking he wouldn't notice. And he went right on watching television, pretending he didn't notice.
"About two seconds later I had his cock in my hand. Yeah. I knew then what it was. I'd never heard the expression before and, remember, I hadn't even seen it the night he hurt me so but I still knew what it was. There it was in my hand and I knew it was a cock. It was really a nice cock, too, Doc. Just a little bit bigger than yours, and it was just about as hard at the moment as yours was before, but this one was still growing. I watched it, really fascinated; I couldn't take my eyes off it and it kept getting stiffer and stiffer and swelling thicker and thicker in my hand. God, I can't tell you how nice it felt. Just-nice, you know? It was sort of -and this is really pretty crazy-it was sort of like I was holding love right there in my hand. Real live love. It is absolutely indescribable how nice and warm and wanted it made me feel.
"So there we were. He was pretending to watch the boob tube and I was watching his cock. A tiny crystal drop formed at the end and I rubbed it around lightly with my fingers and then it got wet all over the big red head. I kept staring at that head and then moving my hand a little bit, sliding the skin up and down maybe a half inch or so. It jerked and twitched in my hand like a tree limb in the wind. And I couldn't take my eyes off this big swelling because, well, we might as well get it all out: because I felt hungry when I looked at it and the more I looked, the more hungry I became. Oh, I don't mean stomach hungry, I mean a real gnawing hunger all over me.
"I knew I just had to have that in my mouth. And that was all I was sure of at the time. I felt if I couldn't have it I would starve to death on the spot. I lifted myself high enough so my head was above his lap and then I opened my mouth and let about half the head slip between my lips. It was slippery and hot and it tasted like I expected it. Why is this, Doc? The first time he crammed a 'something' into my mouth -a 'something' that was small-and slimy- and this thing was beautiful and would keep me from starving to death.
"By now, Bob had stopped pretending to watch television. I kept a pretty firm grip about the bottom half of his cock. I remember it was so thick on that end that my hand would just barely go around it. And I could feel it throbbing like crazy against my palm. I had pushed down on it until I must have had maybe three inches of it inside my mouth ... all of the head and I guess about an inch or so of the shaft, and I could feel that swollen, slippery head rubbing against my tongue and the top of my mouth, and the sensation nearly drove me up the wall. I was really getting with it now, bobbing my head up and down, massaging the head with my tongue and at the same time jacking him off with my hand.
"I was worked into a frenzy at the thought of not being able to get all of it into my little girl mouth and sucking all the time like a starving baby. But not like I was starving for food. For something else-something I wanted desperately but just couldn't get any way except the way I was doing it." She paused, looking puzzled.
"Go on, Holly," I urged.
"Well, I felt his cock jerk really violently a couple of times in my mouth and he grabbed my head as if he was afraid I was going away or something, and his big stiff cock suddenly felt as if there was an explosion inside my mouth. He sprayed me with lightning, a liquid fire for what seemed an eternity. I suppose it was an eternity for me, because time did seem to just stand still at the moment it happened-as time just stops for me every time it happens-and I'm truly content, finally have what I really needed-
"Oh!" she moaned, "but when that feeling goes away I am ready to die of shame. I can't even look at myself in the mirror. I hate myself -until the next time-until the next time I see a man with a big bulge or a man opens his trousers like you did just a little while ago and then I want to hold love in my hands again- then I get that terrible hunger that just gnaws at my guts."
Holly, her hands trembling, lit a cigarette, still looking at me. Those marvelous brown eyes had never left my face during the entire recording and I felt I knew every line and curve of her marvelous body. I had only half heard her story so it was easy for me to conclude that she felt no real guilt about the way she was. She seemed primarily interested in knowing why she was as she was-and interested in becoming different.
There was no doubt in my mind that Holly had a great deal of insight into her craving, and that she would be quite receptive to treatment. I snapped off the recorder. "Perhaps we should stop now, Holly, and begin here next time. Shall we? Just one more thing for now. I make it a point to have home addresses of my patients, and to see that they have mine. It's frequently a comfort to know that their doctor is always available to them, whether it's office hours or not."
She gave me her address and I gave her one of my cards. I noted that she lived in one of the new singles apartment complexes; not too far from the freeway I took home.
As she made her mini-skirted way to the door, I discovered that I was staring directly at her beautifully-shaped backside and thinking, with some longing, What a shame, ah, what a shame.
A half hour later I was in my car, lost in the rush hour traffic toward home and the wife I thoroughly disliked.
Chapter Two
Ella, my beautiful and waspish wife, was entertaining a guest, I discovered. She met me at the door, a tall cold drink in her hand. "Hi, Cord. Dave's here." She had a smile on her face but her voice was as much a warning as a message. Ella knew that I was very likely to burst into the house bitching about the bastard next door never cutting his grass like the rest of us pussy-struck husbands were always having to do. Dave, of course, was the bastard from next door.
With the inevitable beer can in his hairy paw, good old Dave appeared around the edge of the archway leading into the living room. He had been drinking a lot of beer, it seemed, and wasn't feeling any pain. But then, good old hairy, horny Dave seldom felt any pain of any kind.
I put down my briefcase. "What's going on, Dave?" I asked with what I thought was a friendly sort of attitude one should have with a neighbor you don't like. "Why don't you borrow my lawnmower and barber that mess you call a lawn?"
"Screw the lawn."
Yeh. That was good old Dave. He was an expert at screwing practically anything in sight. The "screw" was Dave being polite because Ella was in the room. Dave preferred "fucking" front yard, just as he preferred "fucking" anything-regardless of age-that still had strength enough to breathe in and out.
I watched Ella move back to the living room. She had a remarkable ass, I had to admit, that was damn near as nice as the one of my newest patient-although it had more mileage than any ass in town, I was pretty sure. Holly. Yes, that was the girl's name.
"Ain't you talkin' to me, Doc?"
I spun around. Dave was leering, eyes sort of out of focus, and lurching toward me.
"Sorry Dave. My mind was still back at the office. You talking to me?" I headed for the bar and built a stiff drink. Ella had vanished into the kitchen. Between contemplating her butt and comparing it with those two volleyball-like cheeks of Holly's, I was uncomfortably aware that my shorts in the general area of the glans of my penis, were rather uncomfortably moist. Holly, hmmm, what a pretty name. Sort of made a guy think of Christmas and unwrapping a pretty gift package.
"I was asking you to go fishing tomorrow. Shit, a man with your money can afford to take off an occasional Friday, can't he?"
"I'd like to, Dave. I really mean it. I like fishing. It's impossible, buddy. I have four appointments tomorrow."
"Aw, bullshit." That was Dave, all right- direct and to the point. "Move the fuckin' things to Monday." He lurched, captured a huge hunk of the bar to keep from falling, and dangled his broad, grinning face in front of me.
"You occasionally have some really great ideas, Dave, but this isn't one of them. The real problem is that the four appointments Friday were postponed from Wednesday and Thursday so I could play a little golf. Sorry, can't keep 'em dangling any longer. Duty calls." I raised my glass and downed half the drink in one swallow, more to impress Dave than because I wanted it, or needed it.
Ella, bless her bitchy soul, reappeared from the kitchen and rescued me. "You really should try to make it, Cord. I've been making sandwiches for Dave to take along. Diana's still not back from visiting her mother so I'm playing good neighbor, taking good care of the friendly neighborhood fisherman." She flashed a grin at Dave before swooping back to the kitchen.
Belting the rest of my drink, I tried real hard not to think of what other ways she might have been using to take care of the neighborhood fisherman while his wife was away from home. Ella's most obvious ability-and she had a bunch that were maddening-was the ability to sound like a loving wife whenever ears other than mine were around. She could sure screw like a mink-when she wanted to-and if there was one thing I needed after that session with Holly it was a good screw with a willing mink.
"No chance, huh?" Dave was saying.
"What? Oh, no. None at all." I started making another drink. "And, honest, I'm sorry. Look, maybe someone will cancel and I can get away early so we can run up later. Okay?"
"Hey, great." Dave helped himself to another can of beer from the wet bar and headed toward the back door. I waved and muttered something that sounded like goodbye-and-have-a-nice-trip at Dave's retreating back.
The burly man hesitated at the double doors and half turned toward me. "I'd wait for you but this guy is supposed to show this afternoon or tomorrow to install the stereo unit in the boat and he'll sure as hell fuck up if I'm not there to keep an eye on him. Otherwise I'd wait for you two."
"Try to live without us," I offered as he disappeared toward his backyard. I dipped my glass toward the empty doorway and toasted his departure.
"You prick," my loving wife said, coming from the kitchen.
"Every guy has one," I said, trying to be funny.
She ignored my attempt at humor. "Why the hell can't we go? We never go any goddamn where."
Oh, Holly. Innocent, troubled, beautiful Holly. Where are you right this minute? " Ella," I began without any enthusiasm, "I told the man we'd join him tomorrow. I can't just drop all those dependent patients of mine and go fishing. As I recall, baby, you have definite ideas about fancy, expensive houses. Fishermen don't ordinarily have the kind of place you'd want to call home." I gulped at my drink and wished to hell that just one time I could feel equal with this woman.
"Fuck the fancy, expensive houses." That was Ella. She had the face of a lady, the body of a beautiful whore, and a mouth like a tramp.
"Darling, please, believe me. We'll see. We'll definitely try to go fishing in those polluted waters if it's that important to you." I sucked more booze from my glass and made the mistake of adding, "We'll see."
"Don't talk to me like a goddamn child," she shrieked. For a fleeting moment I thought she would fling the sandwich knife at me. She didn't, so I thought she must be in a better mood than I supposed.
I pressed my advantage. "Honey, I would like very much at this moment to toss you into bed and make flaming love to you. This minute, huh, Ella? Baby?"
"Flaming love? Ha, ha, ha," my loving wife laughed. She came over, flicked my tie out of my jacket so it brushed my face and said, "You couldn't make 'flaming' love if your balls were sizzling in hot oil." She started back to the kitchen on those ridiculous high heels she always wore, tossed a scornful look over her shoulder and went into a gale of laughter which I could hear long after the door swung shut.
This was Ella. The most positively negative woman any man had the misfortune to meet. I climbed the stairs toward our room, thoughts of Holly tingling like teenage lips at my rejected manhood. Ella hadn't said it all this time but she'd said enough to set the entire castrating mood: "How can you make love? You're barely a man at all! At least not compared to some of the men I've known."
Some of the men she'd known. I pushed open the door to the bedroom. Was Dave Foster one of those men? He was certainly my better in at least one department, no doubt about that. I'd been fishing enough times with him-seen him pissing over the side of the boat-to know he was hung like a stud horse. Had my darling wife been getting dicked by that horsecock of his? I flopped across the bed and thought about Holly's ass.
I woke to pitch darkness and a memory of voices in a dream. After a moment of intense listening I realized the whispering voices I was hearing were drifting up to me from the patio by way of the window above my head. I slipped silently out of the bedroom, down the carpeted stairs and across the patio doors. One of the doors was standing open and only the screen stood between me and two vague shapes cozied together on one of the chaise lounges. My eyes hadn't yet grown accustomed to the darkness to see faces but the whispering was easy to identify. It was Ella with Dave Foster. Son of a Holly-forgiving bitch.
"Ummmm. Let me." Ella. Bitch. "No, let me do it, please." Dave. Bastard. A slight,' thin, frail, eggshell sound. Zipper.
Bitch.
"There now. Ummm. That's really something. That is really something. Wow." Rotten wife.
Breathing-heavy breathing-none of it mine-was all I could hear. Why, damnit, didn't I move?
"What if he-" Husky bass whisper. Neighborhood fisherman whisper.
"He won't. Will you relax, for God's sake. He never stirs once he flops on that bed until I scream at him for dinner. Or for this. And right now I want this. Your this. Ummmm."
She had moved. The dark had dissipated enough that I could see that movement. The position of her head now and the vague sounds told me something I really didn't want to know. Ella was sucking Dave's massive prong and liking it. They didn't appear to be uncomfortable with each other either. They were too easy, too familiar, with one another. It had happened too many other times, I knew. Probably when I was asleep and the window wasn't open to let in a cool breeze and waft sounds to my room.
"Scoot down here so you're sitting on the edge of the lounge. Ummm. That's good. Put your legs farther apart. Oh, for God's sake, Dave," she hissed impatiently, "drop your damn pants. I can't even get at your balls like this."
The big man stood and I could see clearly now in the moonlight as he dropped his trousers, shucked out of his shorts, and his giant cock leaped out. My wife almost knocked him down in her eagerness to get that monster in her mouth.
I went on listening. Watching. Stricken. Paralyzed.
Ella was on her knees and I could hear the greedy slurping, sucking sounds she made as her lips rolled around Dave's big prick. "Ummmm. Hey, you're leaking, big man. Ummm. God, I can't get enough. I can't believe the size of this thing, lover. You look like a Greek god. Ummmm mmmm." She worked his thick foreskin with long intensifying strokes, making an oval of her lips around the head of his shaft.
He shifted his muscular hips and fucked into her mouth with obvious delight. "Yeh, yeh, baby. Kiss it. Fuck it, baby. You like daddy's big piece of meat, doncha? Ohhh, ohhh, easy, baby-easy-watch your teeth. Yeh, yeh, that's good. Oooo, you got a mouth like a virgin's cunt. Jesssus, I can feel your tonsils. Oh, sweet fuck!"
My penis was hardening swiftly, much more quickly than my resolve to burst out onto the patio and stop this from happening. Did I want it to happen? Was such a thing possible?
"Oh, wow! My jaw hurts, lover. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm ... you like that?"
There was just the sound of Dave's breathing. He was making small "Oooooo" sounds as he mouth-fucked my wife. Jesus! That filthy cocksucking little slut! She could act holier-than-thou when I wanted to kiss her pussy and she turned up her nose at ever seeking my cock but she sure was giving Dave a blowjob!
I discovered without surprise that my feet would not follow my hand's action toward the screen door. What the hell was the matter with me? That was my wife out there!
"Oh, my God," Ella moaned and once again lifted the broad, blood-swollen knob to her open mouth. It was so long and so large that she had to support it with her hand. With a cry of passion she came on and a full three inches of his prick disappeared into her mouth. I could see Dave tensing up and I knew he was about to shoot his hot wad into her greedy mouth.
We were both in for a surprise. Ella squirmed loose from the grip he had on her head and, in an instant, unzippered her skirt and let it fall to the flagstone. Her brief bikini panties followed. Her blouse went quickly over her head and the white lace bra which held her full tits was next.
"In my ass, lover. Pole me."
Dave pushed her toward the patio table. "Got any grease?"
"You bet. I brought it out with me," my wife chuckled.
Dave globbed some vasoline on his fingers and rammed it between Ella's legs.
"Not too much. You'll fall out-or go clear through," she said lewdly, her high heels pushing her cheeks upward as she leaned over the table.
Dave rubbed in widening circles on her little asshole until he had covered all of the puckery rubber ring and its walls with the grease. He pressed his finger to the edge of her asshole opening and pressed until the tough muscle gave and let the first joint of his finger in.
Ella tightened and straightened up a little, her wide-open ass cheeks clenching on his hand. She moaned and squirmed as he probed his finger in and out-further and further in the opening-wearing down the stubborn will of the puckery ass muscle. Her rounded ass pouted at him like two white shiny globes against the dark tan of her legs and torso.
I watched, fascinated, as his big finger worked in and out of Ella's tiny ass. He'll split her, tear her in half, with that prong when he shoves it into her, I thought with awe.
She kept wriggling her ass towards him with each thrust of his finger, helping him grind the lubricant into her bowels. "Get on with it, lover," she panted. "Fuck me ... pole me ... split me ... and stop that damn fucking around."
Dave grasped her writhing body with one burly arm and reached for his prong with the other. He pushed her farther over the table until she was lying across it with her feet planted firmly apart on the flagstone. He parted her cheeks with one hand and nosed his prong against the greased opening as she strained toward him. Their heavy irregular breathing was the only sound on the night air.
Dave reached under Ella and took hold of one of her full breasts. He jammed against her and she reared into him. Suddenly it happened. "Aaaaaaagg, Jesus!" Ella cried as his prong rammed into her ass. She raised up and her tits stood full as she arched her back to get more of him. He wriggled his cock into her lush cushion and the taut, stretched anus clamped on the head of his prick. He humped into her, spearing her on his massive prong deep into her bowels.
"Ugghh, aawwweee, ahhh," she moaned. In the second she had relaxed her muscles, he had rammed his long hot shaft deep into the rubbery heat of her rectum. "Be mean to me ... hurt me ... fuck me ... oh, God, lover... fuck me...."
He pulled almost all of his prong from her, paused a split second and then rammed it back to the hilt with a vicious drive. His hands were on her hips and I could see his fingers bite into her white skin. In and out, in and out-and she moaned and made small efforts to escape-and then arched her back again as he began another drive. He plowed her like a virgin field, his cock making valleys of her white cheeks. He stood like a statue as his cum reared into her bowels and then shook as the last small drops escaped him.
He finally let her go and gave her cheek a small swat. "That's the best fuck I had-since last time." I could see Ella grin in the moonlight.
I discovered that I was shaking like a leaf against the cold frame of the screen. It was only then that I noticed I had jerked off as Dave was sodomizing my wife-and the screen door glistened with my cum.
"Until I met you, baby, I never figured I'd ever find an ass big enough to hold me. What did you do, let Cord ream you out for the past five years?"
My wife laughed. "Cord? Ha! He's got so small a prick that a kindergarten kid could put him to shame. It's not good for much of anything but pissing. You aren't through already, are you?" Ella asked with a pout.
He reached for her. "Suck me a little and I'll fuck you out of your mind."
Ella dropped to her knees and began to lick his cock clean. Her mouth moved silently and expertly back and forth on the swiftly hardening shaft of muscle, and she began making sucking sounds as it went deeper and deeper into that saliva-filled cavity. Ella swirled her head around and around, writhing as she felt it begin to jerk and throb in her mouth. She pulled away and the shaft was throbbing only inches away from her hot mouth. She moved closer and flicked her tongue against the throbbing head.
"Let me on top. Ummmm. Don't want you to get all carried away with that pole. I don't have as much room up front as I do in back," she said. "Besides, now it's my turn to play." She mewed with pleasure as the bulbous head came in contact with her quivering vulva. She hunched down to receive it and the giant shaft worked its way along her vaginal walls around his male-ness and his cock settled so far in her that I knew she could feel it deep in her belly.
Settling herself on him so her clitoris could grind against his hard body, she hunched her hips so she could ride that great ridge of gristle. A lone moan started in the back of her throat as she arched her back and tensed. "I'm cumming." It was a whisper. "I'm-I'm ... cum ... cummm ... ing." She pumped his prick like a starving madwoman, rising and lowering, grinding her clit into him and rolling her hips. She stiffened again and I knew she was clenching her inner muscles as a second wave of passion swept over her. Dave began moving his hips, ramming into her fur-lined snatch. They reached the top together-and their mouths locked together-and his sperm shot into her cunt to mingle with her cum.
They lay lifeless for a few moments on the lounge before Ella slowly rose to gather her clothing. "Oh, that was good. Real good. I won't be able to walk for a week."
"Aw, that's what you say every fucking time," Dave chuckled.
I wiped my cum off the screen door with my shorts and gently pulled the heavy door closed. The final glimpse of my wife's nude body, glistening with sweat, was a final triumphant mockery to my manhood. I hurriedly climbed the stairs to my room, dressed and went out the front door. I stood rigidly in the cool night air, taking deep breaths, still trembling as though possessed by demons, unable to close out of my mind the flashing strobe light image of Dave Foster's enormous, swollen cock ejaculating into my wife's willing, obedient and-yes-eager body. I shook the flashing image violently from my mind and quickly moved to the car.
Releasing the brake, I let the heavy machine roll silently backward the long sloping way to the street before starting the engine. I touched the jacket of my pocket tentatively and felt the address book firmly in place.
Be home, Holly. Be home!
Chapter Three
I stood outside the door of Holly's apartment trying to get up nerve enough to ring the buzzer. My palms were sweating and there was a knot in the pit of my stomach the size of a tennis ball. I'd rehearsed all the way over the excuse I'd give for coming to her home just a few hours after she'd left my office.
I pressed the buzzer twice and the door opened four inches. Holly's lovely brown eyes were on mine.
"Oh-hi!" The door closed for a moment, a chain rattled near my nose, and then the door swung open. She was wearing something pink and green that clung to her slender, richly curved body.
"You don't seem surprised to see me."
"I guess I'm not. I suppose I'm rather glad to see you. Is that a sign of progress in your patients, Doctor?" The remarkable smile lit up her face briefly and then disappeared so swiftly that it might not have existed other than in my own mind. She motioned me to the couch that filled one entire wall of the small but immaculate apartment. "Is this a professional visit?"
I sat down. "I suppose it is, in a way. But there's nothing in the oath that doctors take that says a professional visit can't be a social one as well."
Her smile returned-and remained. "You'll have a drink with me, then?"
"Of course. If it's no trouble." I rippled my fingers nervously on the arm of the couch, feeling immensely stupid for even being there in her apartment, and discovering that I was intensely curious as to what she might be thinking at that moment. But I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be. The vivid memory of what had just occurred between my wife and Dave Foster made it practically impossible not to be there. And that realization was not a comfortable one, but I recognized the truth. Holly was returning from the kitchen with two huge glasses.
"It's two drinks in one," she said, placing one of them carefully on the table before the couch. "Saves getting up so often." She sat beside me, fully as discreetly as she'd done at my office just before pole-axing me with the line about how she loved to suck cocks. She apparently sensed my thoughts, for she added, "Don't worry, doctor, I won't assault you again, not unless you want to be assaulted."
She was wearing a hot pink sweater that showed off the full cleavage of her ripe, lush breasts, and when she leaned over to get her drink I could see the delectable valleys between those sweetly big nippled mounds. My breath stuck in my throat and there was a sudden ringing in my ears. Her dark green fitted slacks tucked snugly into what I imagined was the sweetest mound of venus yet to be known to man. My cock began to rise, and I hurriedly crossed my legs. She noticed this and a little smile lit up her face. She straightened her shoulders a little more so her breasts jutted out. She sipped at her drink.
"Now, what sort of-professional-business brings you all the way out here to see little Holly?" she asked coyly.
I'd been rehearsing the reason all the way over, but now-listening to it in my mind's ear-it sounded rather phony and transparent. I struggled to take my eyes off those magnificent tits and the deep valley that turned white as it swept into her sweater.
"Please don't laugh, but quite frankly I want to offer you a-I suppose you'd call it a 'deal'," I said hesitantly.
She laughed. "Propositions I understand, but not 'deals.' You'll have to explain a little more."
I flushed. Behind this beautiful, innocent-looking face was a world of wisdom. She might not understand why she is as she is, I thought, but she seems to have figured out almost as much about me as I've been able to learn about her in these two encounters today. Aloud, I said, "Well, it's really quite simple. You see, I'm working on a book-who isn't these days?- and it's the usual technical kind of thing doctors write for each other and which practically nobody ever reads. But doing this sort of thing helps get us admitted to exclusive clubs of all sorts ..." I broke off lamely.
"I don't think I'm following you," she said honestly puzzled.
I took a long swallow of the drink. It was a jolt. Two in one, she'd said-well, it was that. "Case studies, Holly. Psychiatrists write psychiatric case studies. I'd like to include yours in the book." I added quickly, "No names, of course."
She shrugged lightly. "Sure, why not?"
"In exchange, we'll forget about bills for your treatment."
"You mean I get the headshrink for free?"
"Yep." I smiled. "Not only free, but delivered."
"Huh?"
"I mean, you don't even have to bother coming to the office anymore. I'll make myself completely available to you." Her steady gaze unnerved me and I cursed myself for flushing. "I mean, we can conduct the therapy at your convenience. Right here, if you like."
She was silent for a moment, but she went right on studying me intently with those soft brown eyes. Finally, she said, "It sounds great but it also sounds kind of one-sided. What do you expect to get out of it? Just one chapter in a book?"
"That's all I'm asking for, Holly."
"But you expect to get more." She laughed. Her insight at times was startling-and unnerving. I couldn't answer her, nor could I meet her steady gaze. I studied my drink while she studied my profile. "Okay, Doc. You got a deal."
I let out my breath very slowly and softly, and took a long pull on my drink, choking on the mouthful of icy liquid at her next question.
"Is she a real bitch?" she asked evenly.
"Wh-who-what do you mean?" I stammered.
"Oh, I don't know who. I just mean the woman who got you all strung out. Is she a bitch?" she asked candidly, eyes wide.
"Holly, you're mistaken. I just made this proposal because I know you work for a living and treatment with a psychiatrist can be terribly expensive. I would like to include your case history in my book and in exchange you could avoid some massive bills." The words came out but they sounded phony as hell even to me. I couldn't look at her.
Holly reached over and put her hand on my arm. "Hey, Doc. I'm kinda dumb. It's none of my business. Sure ... sure, it's a deal."
I raised my eyes slightly and found myself looking down the neck of that hot pink sweater into the valley between her breasts. Oh, God, my prick was raising its head again. She was so close I could smell the lush sweet warmth of her body. I pulled her close and ran my tongue down the front of her sweater.
Holly tensed up and with a tremendous show of strength pushed me away. "Oh," she shuddered. "Don't touch me. God, I thought you knew that after today in your office. I'll give you a blowjob and love it, but keep your hands and mouth off me or forget the whole thing." She rose and walked across the room.
"Damn it, I'm sorry, Holly. I didn't mean that. It's just that you were kind to me-and so damn right about a woman having me all strung out-and you smell so delicious. Maybe I've been wanting to admit this thing about my wife to someone besides myself for a long time-a long, long time. Maybe I should go see a shrink."
Holly laughed and came back to the couch. "Okay," she said lightly. "Go ahead and 'admit' it. Maybe it will make you feel better."
Taking a deep breath, I plunged in. "Yeh. She is a bitch. Silver-plated. A genuine USDA Government Inspected Bitch. And I didn't know until tonight just how much of a bitch. You are now looking at a damned real honest-to-God cuckold."
"A what?-"
I shook my head. "You really throw me, Holly. You're so blasted wise about some things and totally unaware of most other things. You seem on occasion to be almost anciently wise, and I find it difficult to believe that you're real and not a big put-on. You're the one with the problem, remember? And damned if it doesn't seem that you're coping more realistically with your problem than most of the rest of us cope with ours. You can't imagine what deep- uh, admiration-I've developed since we've met and talked." Wow, I thought to myself, this double talk is really getting through to you, you lying bastard.
Holly sank back on the couch in one of her "you're putting me on" poses. "Jesus, Doc, if this is a proposition, it's got to be the most obscure one of the century. Lay it on me... what are you talking about?"
A proposition might have been the real reason for my having been driven from my home and for my sitting there at that moment-but her gaze banished it. We just sat there: me feeling like the world's biggest asshole, and Holly making a small design on the moisture clinging to the sides of her glass.
"So ... uh ... what's a cuck-what you said?" she asked finally.
"A guy who's a cuckold is a man whose wife prefers getting her sex from somebody else." The words came out hard.
Holly fell silent. She rose and walked to the stereo, slipped a cartridge into the player, filling the room with pulsating Latin rhythm which actually jarred my aching balls. Unconsciously, Holly moved to the music as she returned to the couch. Then she did a strange thing: she giggled. Just the way a little girl would giggle. "Well, Doc, do you want to lean back and talk while I take notes-or do you want to begin this 'deal' now?"
It came as a shock that the practicing psychiatrist was getting some excellent therapy from his patient. Playing it cool, I took a notebook and pen from my pocket and suggested we start on the first of those free fifty-minute hours to which she was entitled.
Holly pursed her lips, appeared to give the idea only fleeting attention, and said, "Okay, Doc."
I poised the pen, saying "We can get a lot of things out of the way that I should have asked this afternoon. For example, what sort of work do you do?"
"Hey, you really didn't do your homework tonight, did you? I told your gal at the office everything but the location of a small strawberry mole before she'd even let me in your door." Holly gave me a sidelong glance.
"Miss McIntyre sometimes doubles as a social worker and collects information for her own use-especially if the patient is a young, beautiful girl. Your file hasn't gotten to my desk yet-or at least it hadn't when I'd left the office. She is more nosy than dedicated... and she likes to know all about my 'nicest' female patients."
"Oh," Holly commented, appearing to mull this over. "You screwing her, Doc?"
Blast. I'd considered it many times but had never gotten around to making it an issue. "No, Holly, I'm not screwing Miss McIntyre."
"Hmmmm. Then why is she jealous?"
"I don't know. Maybe she'd like to have me screw her. But, Holly, we're not getting any place with this line of conversation."
"Well, Girl Friday took down practically my life story so you'll probably find it on your desk in the morning. Anyhow, I'm one of the near-nude attractions at..." She named a place popular of late with tourists and "visiting firemen."
"I'll get my portable tape recorder from the car before we get into this." I started to get up but her hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"Don't bother. I have plenty of blank cartridges right here." She crossed to the stereo unit and a moment later the music was silenced and a blank tape inserted. She plugged the microphone in and came back to the sofa, untangling cord as she moved. "Go, Doc," she said, getting cozy beside me on the sofa-much closer, I noticed, than she'd been before.
"Where, uh, where did we stop this afternoon?" I said.
"Will you stop acting coy, Doc? You know very well where. I told you about sucking my first cock. At fourteen."
"Oh, yes. Well, would you like to talk more about that first time?"
She shrugged. "I told it all this afternoon. There isn't anything else to tell, Doc. Not about that time."
"Were there other times? With that same man, I mean."
"Everytime I sat for him ... which was pretty frequently, naturally. After a while, it was even plain to me that he'd just make up reasons to need a sitter... just to get his cock sucked by this hot little fourteen-year-old he'd lucked into. Understandable, I guess. I suppose it feels pretty great to a man." She picked up an imaginary piece of lint from my jacket. "Also." She tacked the last word on as an afterthought, and with no small quantity of suggestion and continued looking directly into my eyes.
"Well, yes," I offered weakly. "I... uh... suppose it does. I wouldn't really know about that-I mean-I mean, why don't you tell me about another time-with someone else-and perhaps we can find a new clue as to what was driving you in this one direction."
"How about the time I blew a whole basketball team? You wanna hear about that?"
I gulped. "A whole basketball team-in one session?"
"Uh huh. Just the first string, though. Five guys. You want to hear or not?"
Ella Masters and Dave Foster didn't even exist. "Holly," I began, trying to put a professional note into my voice, "I want to hear everything-absolutely everything-that you're willing to tell. It's the only way we'll find the key that opens the door to your problem."
Her large brown eyes searched mine for a moment. "Okay," she said. "Well, I was a cheer leader. I must have been about fifteen at the time, 'cause I was a freshman in high school. I was sexy-looking and I'm telling you that not because I'm bragging but because cheer leaders always are. That's how they get the job. If you got a nice ass and decent tits and can look cute, you got a real good chance of being a cheer leader.
"It helps a lot, of course, if you screw... but most guys who audition girls to be cheer leaders usually figure that any girl who's got a nice ass and boobs will screw sooner or later, anyway. The poor dumb bunny who picked me just took too much for granted. Remember, I told you before that screwing was just something I wouldn't-couldn't do.
"Well, it was the night we beat one of the Boise teams that was supposed to be so great-the Boise Braves-and our team was made up mostly of horny farm boys who hadn't even seen a basketball until they got into high school. Everyone always beat us ... everyone!
"Let me tell you, spirits were running pretty high after our guys beat that big city team. There was a party in the boys' locker room afterwards... what a change from the usual wake after each game. Anyway, it started out with doughnuts and soda pop until all the coaches and some other adults had left, and then one of the seniors with a fake ID card went out and got some beer. That's when things started getting more interesting ... real fast. One of the other cheer leaders was the first to strip... she said she couldn't do the high kicks well with her clothes on, and just peeled them off. Some of the other girls followed her, and next the guys stripped. The first-stringers were all back of their lockers gangbanging the cheer leaders who were willing to screw.
"There was this one tall, kinda bulky guy named Paul who had long blond hair down to his shoulders. He grabbed Nancy and shoved his prick into her while the others watched. Everybody was getting drunker and more excited by the minute. I remember Paul had Nancy's legs almost over her head and I could see some furry brown hair over her gash and kinda pink lips that opened up when Paul came down on her. She took all four of the guys on later... one at a time ... while the others watched.
"One of the guys, a big stud named Mark, said he wanted to do it dog fashion. I didn't know what he meant-but Nancy did-and she got down on her hands and knees and Mark got down on his hands and knees, too, and crawled toward her... growling. He pushed her head down until her ass was way up in the air and her slit was really split wide open. Then he shoved that huge thing into her and grabbed her around the waist, probably 'cause she was all slippery from Paul's cum. They went all over the back part of the locker room on their knees with Mark plumbing in and out and howling like a dog.
"Some of the other girls lay down on the floor, stark-naked, and one of the guys went along behind each one. Then they played a sort of game where each guy put his prick into a cunt... held it for a count of five... rammed it in and out twice more ... and then went on to the next girl.
"A couple of the guys creamed themselves just watching as they went to the end of the line and played with themselves to get a hard on so they could play leap frog, too. First- and second-stringers were competing to see which could hold out the longest.
"We had this one kid on the team named Mario... and he was supposed to have a cock on him that was eight inches long. The girls used to talk about it before we went out for practice... but I never really believed them until that evening. Mario's skin was rather soft, light olive, and he was nearly six three. I couldn't believe how he was built until I saw him... and then I knew the girls had been right. His prong was long and real thick ... it was real powerful looking, and he had hairy, heavy-looking balls. The head of his prong was deep purple and it looked long enough to go from the edge of those wide open cunt lips right through to their breasts. Wow! You should have seen him screw those girls, Doc!
"He'd just get to each girl and kinda jockey his position... and then grunt, heading home. You should have heard them all squeal when Mario rammed them. He went through the line-up four times-shoving in, waiting for a count of five, ramming it in and out two more times, and then on to the next girl.
"Nancy-the one who'd played girl-dog to Mark-said all the other pricks felt like toothpicks after Mario ... and that they all had tried to squeeze up their cunt muscles so he'd blow his wad in them... but they didn't get him... I did!
"He was the first one I blew off. I was kinda just sitting there and taking all this stuff in, when pretty soon the first-stringers drifted over to me 'cause I wasn't screwing. Having drunk an awful lot of beer, they were getting a little nasty. They used a lot of dumb, childish things to try and get me to put out, but I wasn't about to. It all looked so sick-those guys sticking their things into all those holes. Anyhow, I guess they thought they'd shock me-like you tried to do this afternoon, Doc.
"One of them-that big stud, Mario, pushed me down on my knees in front of his cock which started getting hard right off the bat... without me doing anything but look at it from my hunched position. My face was real close to it and in a couple of seconds it had raised up enough so the head was rubbing against my lips. I got all choked inside... here it was... love and all... and all of a sudden I was dying of that old starvation. And this time there were five guys around me in a circle. I was mouth to prick with the biggest hunk of 'love' I'd ever encountered. I guess I was a little afraid that they'd get sore at me... and possibly rape me ... so I was pretty scared.
"The next thing I knew I had opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and had given Mario's prick a big lick. He let out a yell that brought everyone... the girls, too ... all in close.
"It turned out later that none of the guys had ever had a blowjob before-and a lot of them ended up liking it a lot better than fucking. Some of the girls were rather mad at me at first, but they finally did blowjobs on the guys themselves.
"Well, anyhow, Doc, Mario backed off when I first licked him and then he really came on strong. Boy, was he hung! Like a stud horse! And did he shoot his load! Wow! I felt like I'd had a ten-course dinner when he'd finished. I used my left hand to cradle his huge testicles and my right hand to stroke that throbbing rod. There was a little hole in the center that grew so big I could stick the end of my tongue deep into it ... and when I flicked my tongue in and out, he moaned and tightened up his ass his ball's twitching in my hands. I thought I would choke when I took his whole cock into my mouth ... it rammed back to my tonsils and caressed my throat, pulsating at my lips, and then landed against the top of my mouth.
"He grabbed me by the hair and mouth-fucked me right out of my mind. All of a sudden my mouth filled with a hot honey-cream that spurted like a fountain down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed and even gagged because there was so much ... but I couldn't swallow fast enough to take all his cum. He finally dropped away from me and his cock kept streaming out jism on my face and hair ... and some drops of it fell like milk crystals on the dark green of my sweater. Oh, I felt so good! So warm and wanted and loved! And there were more cocks ... I reached for the next one.
"Mark was next in line ... he was head man on the team and was really sort of upset that Mario had got there first. Mark held my head and started fucking me in the mouth. He was so horny that he only got in about six good strokes before he shot his load all over my tonsils ... and it was quite a load, too. It was spurting out faster than I could swallow so that some ran down my chin. The next guy in line had his cock already hard and in position before Mark even pulled his out of my mouth. I turned my head and his cock slipped right in between my lips like a sweet over-sized popsicle. I got a chance to suck this one pretty good ... using my tongue a lot ... and just as the guy was starting to cum, one of the younger guys who was just standing there jacking off from watching, moved closer and pressed the head of his cock against the corner of my mouth ... and his jazz started shooting out like crazy, running down both sides of my face.
"I remember being a little surprised at how much force it had behind it, and yet not surprised. My mouth was still almost full of cum from the guy blasting away at my tonsils, but I guess I moved back a little from reflex of the spurting on my face, 'cause that cock slipped out of my mouth and a heavy stream of jism shot out of the end of it as it sprang up at a sharper angle and landed in my hair. I was really excited by then ... and the next thing I knew I was licking the head of the guy's cock who had been jacking off.
"The two guys who had been patiently waiting their turns both stepped closer and offered me their prongs. I started sucking them off- both at the same time-using my hand on one while I licked the other and then switching back again. They both came at the same time and their cocks were both in my mouth ... so their cum was spurting simultaneously ... shooting out with a lot of force-but not with as much force as with Mario.
"That was the first time I had ever had two dicks in my mouth together like that, and I have to admit it was a wild, exciting sensation. I can't remember ever having felt more loved than I did right at that moment. I didn't want it to ever stop ... I couldn't stop ... I practically went crazy. I was drenched in cum already, but still I wanted more and more of it.
"The next thing I knew I'd grabbed Mario's dick in my hand and was stuffing it into my mouth again ... trying to get it hard ... swirling my tongue all around the head and sucking it back to life. I loved having him moan with pleasure, and I loved the feel of his prickly, bushy hair tickling around my mouth and face. I didn't take very long ... he really turned me on. I cradled his balls and wished I could get all of them into my mouth along with that tree trunk shaft... I even tried. That big prong went halfway down my throat but try as I might he was too big ... and there wasn't room for anymore. It excited me just to hear the heavy breathing of Mario and the other guys as Mario plunged his dick back and forth into my mouth. I never before had felt I was loving the whole world ... and even more important ... that the whole world was loving me. It didn't take long with Mario.
"I felt his testicles tighten up, and I opened my throat even more so I could take all the love he was shooting into my body. I wound up sucking off all five of them a second time ... and it took a lot longer to get them to shoot off than it had before ... naturally.
"With a couple of the guys, I did it a little differently ... just as they were getting ready to blow their load, I slipped the head of their cocks from between my already cum-dripping lips and held their jerking, iron-hard pricks in my hand, purposely directing their cum all over my face ... letting it spurt like honey all over my face ... nearly ecstatic at the feel of that white, hot liquid pouring out on my skin and dripping down.
"The pricks would be level with my face and I raised my head a little so I could see, the hole at the head of each prong. I felt like the world had stopped each time the first jet came to the end and started toward me. I felt like a small kitten that someone was petting all over, and I remember a funny sound coming from my throat -almost like a purr-and I whipped my head like crazy so it would hit all over me ... and some of it even landed in my mouth, but I didn't bother to swallow. I wanted to be saturated with love. I knew the girls were standing around watching but they weren't making a sound. As the red and gold lights went off in my head I remember thinking they looked like a lot of strange fish. Their faces were white and their mouths were opening and closing like fish do when first taken from water. One of the girls- Nancy-was kind of crouched down and was jamming her finger back and forth in her cunt, but I guess I was the only one who noticed it 'cause all eyes were on me. They all loved me then-I could tell. It was on their faces and coming out of the prongs that were all directed toward me."
Holly paused. "I can't describe to you how really wonderful it felt ... if I could, I guess maybe you'd be able to help me ... to tell me why it is all so wonderful then and so terrible later."
There was a long silence in the small apartment. In all the four years I'd been practicing psychiatry, I had never before listened to anything like this. Yet the entire episode had been delivered in tones almost matter-of-fact by the lovely honey-blonde young girl beside me on the couch ... her fingers picking abstractly at my jacket every now and then.
I finally broke the silence. "What did you do, Holly, after it was all over?"
"Well, when I'd sucked off all the fellows there-and a couple who wanted more-the crowd just started to drift off. No one said a word ... the guys went to the boys' lounge to dress and the girls went behind the lockers. There wasn't a sound. I was on my knees, on the floor that was as cold as ice, my hair and clothes were sticky with cum and there were small crystal strings on my face. I didn't feel love or loved them ... I just felt terribly alone and terribly lonely. The same old 'after' shame and disgust with myself. I just stayed there on my knees and wished the good fairy would grant me one wish-to just disappear from the face of the earth.
"'Put your coat on ...' someone said to me. I didn't even look up. Someone put a coat over my shoulders and raised me up. I looked and it was Mario. He sort of pushed and steered me to his car, opened the door and helped me inside. I huddled by the door and he drove me home. When we got to my house, he turned off the motor and we just sat there. I was huddled against the car door and the glass felt cool on my face. I felt like an outcast from the world. Mario tugged on the coat so I was turned around facing him. I couldn't even look at him. His words sounded gruff to me, but he wasn't trying to be gruff. He told me that from now on I was his girl ... and that I was to drop the cheer leaders' group the next day. Then he kissed me on the forehead and helped me out of the car and up the stairs. He got the key from my purse, opened the door and pushed me inside.
"I stood there, leaning against the closed door for a long, long time before I finally went to my room. I remember going to the bathroom, stripping, and scrubbing my hair and face. I took my clothes and put them in a paper bag, and stuffed it way in the back of my closet. Then I lay down on the bed. I remember seeing the light of dawn making patterns on the funny old wall paper ... but I don't remember falling asleep ... I only remember wishing I were dead."
As I sat there listening to Holly's monologue, I discovered suddenly that I was trying to suppress my feelings, feelings that were not quite sexual ... not quite pity. Perhaps it was simply a very intense compassion and desire to help her ... to understand and exorcise this strange demon which had somehow possessed her in some remote time in her life ... to help bring her out into life and into sex as it should be. But what were my real motives, I found myself abruptly wondering. To do, quite openly and competently, my duty as her doctor? Or was it something more base or carnal even? To be the first man to possess this kind of alien virgin; a virgin who no doubt already had had more men sexually-in her own restricted way-than probably the average professional whore? Or did it perhaps go even beyond ... deeper than that? I raised my glass and discovered the ice cubes, and their dreams of glory had melted away.
"Aren't you going to say anything, Doctor Masters?" Holly asked finally.
"Holly," I heard myself saying, "would you please call me Cord?" I have to confess that I nearly fell off the couch as I heard what my lips had phrased.
"Sure, Cord," she said quickly, in that same matter-of-fact tone of voice. "You're the doctor." She was smiling brightly.
I set the glass down carefully and looked at her, just as carefully. "I'm sorry, Holly. It was stupid of me to ask something like that of you."
"Why?"
"Well, it's just that-"
"Afraid I'll lose my respect for your position and learning?" A tiny sort of toying-with-me smile still lingered on her lips, and her eyes were sparkling.
"No, no, no. Certainly not. Nothing like that. I just thought that perhaps you might think that I said it as an attempt to reduce our relationship from the professional to-"
"To what, Cord?"
"To-dammnit, you know what! Now, please stop doing that!" I was becoming increasingly agitated and trying rather desperately not to show it. I gathered the threads of my composure into a tight little ball and drank the cool liquid at the bottom of my glass. Occupational therapy ... for trembling nerves.
"Let me fix you another drink." Holly had risen to her feet and was standing very close to me. I imagined-or thought I imagined-that I could feel her body warmth in the room like the sun on my face on a hot day.
I tried shaking my head. "It-uh-it really isn't necessary."
"Oh, yes, it is," Holly said, taking my glass from my hand.
I watched her make her barefooted way across the thick pale blue carpet. Barefooted. Strange. I hadn't noticed that before. She paused beside the stereo and changed the cartridge. A slow, sensuous soul rock flooded the room.
Magically, she was back. She handed me my drink and, her own carefully balanced, settled back again beside me. Closer than before? My mind was trying to tell me that.
"Know something, Cord?" She was peering over the rim of her glass with those magical brown eyes.
"What?" I asked, hiding inadequately behind the booze.
"You're a nice guy."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you are ... and you should know by now that bluntness is my major flaw ... well, maybe a close second." She giggled again like the little girl. "So you, of all people, shouldn't have to ask why I said it. But I'll tell you why, anyway."
I reached along the back of the couch and caught a small tendril of her silken hair between my fingers. I lowered my defenses, exposing my target of opportunity. "Okay."
She tilted her head slightly to one side. "You're a nice guy because at this very moment you'd like more than anything in the world to screw me-but you won't even try. Hey! Cord! Look at me."
I looked.
"I'm-I'm grateful," Holly said softly.
There wasn't a damn thing I could say, so I took a super gulp of the gigantic drink she'd fixed me and suddenly discovered, as the liquid fire hit my gut, that I no longer had to look away from her.
"I know you need something very badly right now," she was saying. The soul rock beat pounded through the room and drummed at my aching balls. "But there's only one thing I can give you. You know that."
"Yes."
Pause. "Do you want it?"
I sat like a marble statue.
A moment later her head was in my lap and her hand was tugging at the zipper of my trousers.
Holy, Holly, Holly. She had a cunt in her mouth. Tight and pulsating, moist and loaded with muscles that tugged and pulled at my prong.
She undressed me ... quickly and eagerly. Her hands pushed my legs apart and her tender fingers lifted my testicles. Her flaming tongue lapped at my balls and ran up the muscle-rippling underside of my prick to the swollen head. She took my ruby head, half-hooded in its foreskin, and licked with pleasure, swirling her tongue around and around in maddening circles. She rocked her head a little, obviously loving my prong with her whole mouth as my penis-veins throbbed. I watched as a drop of clear liquid decorated my head-hole and Holly swooped it away with her tongue, savoring the delicate flavor. Her soft, tender hands alternated from kneading my ass to caressing my testicles, and my prong would leap at each skilled touch, feather light.
It was intoxicating to watch the honey-blonde head bob over my prick. I took my hands and pushed away the long hair so I could watch that magical mouth at work. She played on my prong like a master musician plays an instrument, and I felt a high pitched note in my head as the pressure built up in my scrotum. I drove my shaft wildly into her hot mouth, mouth-fucking this beautiful creature with blind lust and madness, groaning as the first powerful jets shot out of my prick like molten lead under pressure and incredible waves of pleasure swept over me. I nearly lapsed into unconsciousness as her mouth drained me dry.
A strange, rhythmic sound buzzed in my ears. My God! I thought. She's purring!
Chapter Four
Through some strange mechanical knowledge of its own, my car found its way to the sprawling house with the manicured front lawn-the darkened house that had been masquerading as a home for nearly four years. I glanced blurry-eyed at my watch as the big engine died. Nearly three. The cabin cruiser was gone from the Foster's driveway next door. I wondered vaguely, without really caring, whether Foster and Ella had heard me drive away earlier in the evening. He had left the garage doors opened and I could see that his wife, Diana, had not yet returned from her visit, for there was no sign of her sleek yellow bomb.
A ripple of nausea strummed dully at my abdominal wall. It had been a mistake, stopping for those vodkas after the drinks at Holly's apartment. I sat quite still for a moment, breathing deeply, almost painfully deep draughts of cool night air, listening to the ticking sounds beneath the hood as the engine cooled. My drunkenness remained a source of curiosity to me only until I remembered that I hadn't eaten since lunch. Goddamn! Maybe there would be remnants of sandwich-makings in my neighborly wife's box.
I climbed out of the car and stumbled toward the house. Ella was asleep, I discovered, when I checked the bedroom. Lying on her side with a look of complete innocence. I threw back the covers and discovered that she had not even bothered to put on her nightclothes after disrobing. She probably hadn't even bothered to clean Dave's cum from her body before going to bed. Bitch! I thought as I stood looking down at her, wondering if she'd ever screwed him in our bed while I was away from home. If you can put out for him, you can damn well put out for me, I thought, shaking her roughly.
"Whaa-what the hell are you doing?" she demanded crossly.
"We're going to fuck, my loving wife."
"Oh, let me the hell alone," she growled and tried to pull the covers over herself. I raised my hand high and hit her as hard as I could across the face. She screamed. "What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" she shrieked, now fully awake and completely sober.
"You can put out for everybody but me, can't you," I said, striking her again on the other side of the face.
She rolled to the far side of the bed and tried to run from the room. "I'm going to call the police. You're drunk-or you're out of your mind -or both," she yelled. I lunged for her and knocked her to the floor before she could get to the door. She fought like a furious tiger, but I dragged her back to the bed.
"What you need is taming, bitch!" I said coldly, slapping her twice more. Her face was scarlet and I felt some small satisfaction in knowing that she would carry a few marks for the next couple of days. I unfastened my belt with one hand, not releasing my grip on her hair with the other. The belt slid easily from my trousers.
"What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully, then more bravely she demanded: "Cord! Stop this nonsense! You are making a damn fool of yourself!"
I yanked her around and then threw her face down on the bed. The belt wrapped around my hand, I began, slowly and methodically, to lash her. As the belt cut into the tender flesh of her white ass-the ass she so willingly gave to Dave just a few hours before-she tried to wriggle away, but I caught her by one foot and continued to cross whip her butt.
"Don't-don't you do this to me!" she cried, trying to wriggle from my grasp and the flailing belt. "No! No! Ohh! Don't! I'll-ooohh! Oww! Oooooh! Oooo, you're hurt-ing-meeee! My bot-torn! You're killing meee! Arrrgghh!" And the red welts built up on her white cheeks and the tanned upper legs.
I found tremendous pleasure in whipping the two cheeks which had writhed a short time ago for Dave as they now writhed for me. She finally lay still on the bed-sobbing. I dragged her body to the side of the bed so her ass was on the edge. My prick felt as though it had never been bigger or more in need of a hot hole-and my wife's hot asshole was going to be as obliging to me now as it had been to the neighborhood fisherman. A pillow jammed under her unresisting body raised that dark puckery eye to the level I wanted and I jammed my blood-filled cock at it.
"Oh, God, use some oil or something! You'll tear me to pieces if you try to do it dry like this. Please, Cord ... please ... for God's sake, Cord!"
I could have given a damn less about anything or anyone at that moment. As Ella clenched her cheeks, I rammed her asshole with my finger. She screamed and I rammed harder. "I'll teach you to spread the joy outside our bedroom," I said, toying with her anus, twisting and turning my finger into the tender flesh, forcing my way up to the first joint.
Ella was right. It was dry-and tight-and I hoped to hell it hurt a lot. I spread her buttocks with my thumbs so widely that even her cleft was exposed along with the brown ring of her anus. I jammed my finger into her cunt and rammed it around to stir up her body fluids. These I transferred to the rubbery ring I intended to penetrate. She was getting juicy, and I was getting more and more excited. I bent my head to that brown eye and tentatively ran my tongue around its edge. She uncontrollably writhed.
Rocking my tongue on the tightly puckered anus, I felt Ella responding in spite of herself.
I washed the whole rubbery ring with my tongue, holding wide open her cheeks and kneading the soft white flesh with my hands. She involuntarily clenched her cheeks against my face and I found I was making ground into this dark recess with my tongue. I was determined to wear down her resistance and make her scream for an ass-fucking. My tongue began to penetrate and, without will, her back arched and her butt thrust itself toward me. I knew I was winning. I pushed my cock against the saliva lubricated hole relentlessly. My prong finally broke through the resisting asshole ring and drove up the dark passage as I became engulfed in heat and tightness.
"Awwww! Aww! Ahhh ... ooooh!" She was impaled. I rammed in to the hilt, drew back until only the head was captured by that tight muscle and then rammed deep, deep, and deeper again. I made myself think of a dozen different things because I did not want to cum. I wanted to pole this bitch, split her if possible, ream her ass so she couldn't sit for a week. She moaned for me to let her go and still I prodded and rammed.
When she was completely limp and unresisting, I drew all the way out and commanded her to turn over. She just lay very still, so I crossed her ankles and unceremoniously flipped her on her back. She made no effort to resist as I reached down and raised her to a sitting position by using her hair. Slapping her across the face again, I said, "Okay, bitch, now suck me off!"
"Oh, Cord, don't! Please! I can't!" she pleaded frantically, trying to get away.
I jammed her face into my groin, gave her a savage yank on her head and commanded her to lick my prick. She obeyed. Only when my shaft was again shiny did I allow myself to think of what I really wanted to do-to shoot my jism into my wife's mouth. I held her head almost smotheringly tight to my body and mouth-fucked her until she choked on my sperm stream.
She fell back on the bed, and I went downstairs. I constructed a ham sandwich, and was standing near the kitchen window gnawing at it when headlights arced into the driveway next door. Diana Foster had returned.
I used up about four seconds contemplating the decision, and just one more bite out of the ham sandwich, before I had captured a half-full quart of vodka from the bar in the living room and was moving toward the front door. Diana had wriggled her ass, usually gorgeously bikini-clad or pressed firm and lovely into hot pants, in my direction on more than one occasion in the past. So now I had absolutely no guilt about making a move.
She was still beside the car, her head and shoulders inside, apparently getting a package from the front seat. Her rounded ass projected deliciously from the car. I stopped behind her, just close enough that when she began to straighten up and step back, her buttocks kissed the hard bulge in my trousers. She whipped abruptly erect and spun around, apparently terrified for that first moment, but then quickly and smilingly relieved.
"Cord! For God's sake, give a girl a little warning, will you? I thought for sure I was about to get shafted by the Mad Rapist or something."
"Who knows?" I whispered, conspiratorially -but also rather stupidly-gesturing with the vodka. "Maybe you are about to be. Or something." I was grinning the neighborly welcome-home grin. "Sorry if I startled you, though. Just wanted to brief you on your husband's whereabouts and offer you a welcoming snort." I saluted again with the bottle.
"Well, come on in, for God's sake." She slammed the car door and led the way through the dark garage to the kitchen entrance of their house. "Where's El?" She was busy keying open the door.
"Bed," I said. "I haven't seen her for about twenty minutes, so I don't know where or with whom. All those extracurricular activities tire a poor housewife out, you know."
I hadn't intended a double meaning, but Diana gave me a look as she pushed open the door and put on the light that told me she'd heard something other than what I'd said.
"And where, pray tell, is my darling husband?" She dropped her package on the nearest counter and turned. "Never mind. The boat's gone-he's gone. Right?"
"Uh huh."
She sighed and produced two glasses, then began rummaging in the freezer for an icetray. I watched her closely, appreciating the clean, classic line of her profile, the proud brow, the delicate nose, the crimson sensual symmetry of her lips.
My eyes were lingering on her straining breasts swelling against the thin fabric of her blouse when she suddenly turned toward me, icetray extended. "Better make mine a double -on the rocks," she said, her eyes long-lashed and suddenly sultry, drawing mine upward from her breasts like magnets. Diana, it was quite plain even in my alcoholic stupor, knew quite well why I had come to welcome her.
I made the drinks, handing her one of them. "We're all supposed to meet him there tomorrow night and spend the weekend on the boat. Sound like fun?" I asked as we moved toward the dark living room.
"It'll be the highlight of my week," Diana said with unconcealed irony. Sinking back on the couch without putting on a light, she patted the cushion beside her invitingly. "Sit down. You should feel right at home, having a young broad like me on a couch, Doctor." She drank off the straight vodka like water, and then held out her glass, indicating with a nod that she wanted me to share mine rather than make her another.
"Believe it or not, Diana, the majority of my patients aren't young. And damn few of them would qualify as ladies, although I do have one male interior decorator who might qualify." The vodka had made my tongue more glib.
Diana's head moved slowly along the back of the couch, coming to rest against my shoulder. The scent from her soft brown hair was maddening, as she whispered, "When did Dave leave for the lake?" Translation: My husband's forty miles away, you asshole-let's fuck!
I clamped my teeth on the edge of the glass to stop the shaking as I drank. What was I doing here? I wondered as I said, "Sometime after six. I-uh-saw him for a few minutes before I went upstairs for a nap. Gone when I came to."
Diana was rubbing her head against my shoulder and one of her hands was creeping like a warm, tender crab lightly along my leg. My cock had become a rigid, pulsating trapped animal, throbbing hotly against my thigh. Her hand discovered this for itself a moment later and closed warmly on the shaft.
Somehow I managed to get rid of the glass in my hand, and a moment later she was in my arms, her open lips searching for mine, her tongue plunging wildly like a hot serpent, into my mouth. I could feel her hand clasping and unclasping, squeezing my cock in a kind of mute desperation as she ground her mouth against my own in a fury of passion. The fingers of my right hand, with a volition of their own, had found the buttons in the back of her blouse and were slowly undoing each one, moving carefully downward, until only her bare skin and the band of her bra met my touch.
She brought her hand suddenly upward from its grip on my hardened cock and began fumbling with my belt in a frenzy-her lips still locked tightly on mine, her breasts heaving violently against my chest.
She broke the kiss and her lips quickly went to my ear, her breath like a flame. "Let's go into the bedroom." Her voice was a husky whisper as she rose from the couch, pulling me after her. I followed like a man in a dream.
Slowly-still locked in an embrace-we moved toward the dark hallway of the house, finally arriving at the doorway of the bedroom. Diana freed herself and was stripping out of her clothes while I watched, fascinated, as she peeled away the layers of cloth that had concealed her nakedness from my eyes. There was only a frail haze of light reaching the length of the hall to where we stood, but it was enough for me to see quite clearly the thrusting, taut nipples of her supple, satiny breasts. As she slowly rolled the silken fabric of her panties over her lovely thighs, the soft dark triangle of pubic hair came into view.
She dropped the panties and fell to her knees before me, her hands working frantically at my belt, tugging the trousers downward, taking shorts and all in their clutching grasp. My cock sprang upward as though spring-loaded as she freed it from its bondage and, creeping forward on her knees, her hands holding her breasts on either side, she pressed the soft warm globes of flesh against the swollen mast of my cock, capturing its length between them. It was an incredibly delightful sensation-one I had never experienced before-and judging by Diana's apparent enjoyment-one which she found equally delightful.
Gripping my turgid sex firmly in the clasp of her satiny-smooth breasts, she began rocking slowly back and forth, and then up and down, sliding the rapidly tightening skin along the stiffening organ as my blood pumped fiercely into its muscular length. The head, swelling scarlet and huge, appeared about to burst as it rode in and out of the velvety crevice she had formed with the pressure of her hands. She stopped her movement on the downstroke, holding her breasts' flesh tightly around the base of my throbbing cock-her hardening nipples brushing lightly against my loins-and began lapping voraciously with her fiery wet tongue, swinging its slippery pink length around and around the broad swollen glans as it protruded proudly upward against her lips.
I tore out of the rest of my clothes and pulled her to her feet, feeling the head of my surging cock sliding along her body until-it lay rigidly upright between us, pressuring against her flat stomach. Diana began moaning, undulating, a low wailing note deep in her throat like a bitch in heat as she clutched herself tightly to me and began slowly grinding her hips even closer to me as her passion grew.
Her entire body began to tremble, and she retreated just enough to get one hand between us. I felt her warm fingers closing over the powerful erection, bending it downward and to one side, pushing it forcibly and inexorably toward the burning crevice between her thighs. I bent my knees slightly and she guided the hardened column of flesh expertly into position, lodging it securely in the fulcrum of her body, holding it firmly, almost painfully against her incredibly hot, already dripping cunt. I could feel the now-slippery head rearing firmly upward, nestling itself in the cleavage of her buttocks.
The softly bearded wetness of the lips of her cunt were pressing hotly downward against the thick shaft like an open, eager mouth as she began thrusting gently forward and sliding slowly backward along the entire length of the stiffened cock she held captured between her legs, moistening it from tip to balls with her own sexual juices. This made it jerk violently in reflex at every stroke, the throbbing head seeming to struggle more sharply upward each time it was drawn with maddening slowness across the flaming slippery slit. It was a kind of sensual teasing I had never experienced before and I could feel my balls gathering pressure rapidly at this new sensation, threatening to burst and fling their imprisoned juices halfway across the room at any moment.
Gripping her ass suddenly with both hands, I squeezed her cheeks firmly, forcibly stopping her motion. My inability to "take it" appeared to amuse her, for she tilted her head back a bit, smiling lewdly, tensing her thighs spasmodically on the hard muscle she stood astride as though it were a sawhorse instead of a cock.
Still smiling, she said, "What's the matter, Cordie?" Teasingly, like a little over-sexed girl, she whispered, "Big strong man afraid he's gonna blow his load all over the rug? Big strong man want to fuck Diana? Hmmmm?" She nuzzled quickly again to my mouth, her tongue darting like a pink flame. Then moving her head to one side, she licked her way toward my neck and dropped her tone to a bare whisper. "Okay, big strong man, Diana will let you fuck her. Put it in me, Cordie. Put that big stiff prick all the way up in my juicy cunt. Fuck me, Cordie. Fuck me now!"
Gradually, the pressure in my balls had eased. Still gripping the cheeks of her ass in both hands, I began raising her up slowly as she locked both her arms around my neck for support. Inch by gentle inch, her ready cunt moved upward, that taut shaft of my cock following obediently, the angle increasing more and more sharply as the weight of her body withdrew, the searching, slippery head sliding ever closer to the entrance of her inflamed vagina.
Groaning with the rapturous agony of the sensation, I felt the silken smoothness of the hot inner lips of her beautiful pussy closing flu-idly over the end of my cock, clasping the swollen head firmly in its honey-slick grip. Her whole body shuddered involuntarily as the blood-gorged glans lodged securely within her, and I could feel the powerful muscles of her cunt slowly contracting fiercely on the thick shaft just beneath the head as she trembled against me, hanging on with a passionate desperation.
Using her hold around my neck for leverage, Diana began to move, lifting her torso just enough to slip the head of my wildly pounding prick in and out of the sucking grasp of her cunt, moving faster and faster as the thrilling touch of the rubbery tip massaging her clitoris drove her closer and closer to climax. Then, locking her legs tightly around my waist, she forced her entire weight heavily downward, sinking my rock hard cock seven inches deep in her belly. She hung there motionless for a moment, impaled on my manhood, breathing heavily against my bare shoulder-lost in the delicious pleasure of an erect male organ buried full-length in her cunt, throbbing savagely against her sponginess. The soft tangle of her pubic hair mingled with my own as she pressed her marvelous pussy even more fiercely downward, forcing herself so tightly against me that I could feel the delicate, petal-like inner lips of her cunt touching the flesh at the very base of my cock.
Supporting her ass with my hands, I moved toward the bed. Her naked body bobbed rhythmically in short jerks on the rigid shaft embedded deep in her cunt as I moved. Placing my weight on my knees at the very edge of the bed, I lowered her gently until she was on her back, my cock still buried nearly to the hilt inside her, feeling as though it were about to snap off from the intense pressure as her new position caused it to bend sharply downward.
She nearly went mad and began moaning wildly, her legs still laced tightly behind my back, thrusting sharply with her ass, unable to contain her passion any longer, starting to fuck even before I was in position above her. I fell across her and lunged so deeply into her I felt my balls smack sharply against her buttocks. She groaned and began meeting my thrusts with hard driving rhythm that matched my own. She was suddenly writhing in a frenzy beneath me, her flame-like tongue shooting in and out of my mouth in perfect cadence with the stiff prick plunging swiftly in and out of her cunt.
She arched her back like a drawn bow and lifted her perfect little ass completely off the bed-holding it in mid air-riding my rampant cock in a fury, whipping her buttocks back and forth like a piston. The steaming slick walls of her blazing pussy were sucking the sperm up and out of my balls with every movement of the savage suction her cunt was creating all along its length. I was deep. I couldn't be deeper if I had another seven inches, and my prick was throbbing like a second heart beat.
She gave a muscle twitch with her pussy and I gave an answering throb. My rock hard muscular shaft jerked and she responded by moving her abdominal muscles against the pulsating head of my cock. She dropped her pelvis and my rod moved out about an inch, and then she rammed again with her pelvis and my shaft shot upward again and again.
Slowly-then a wild thrust-a jab-then a small withdrawal-one and a half-three- three and a half and- home-deep against her walls. She began wildly undulating her hips from side to side around my shaft-paying homage to my prick's throbbing muscles-my shaft shooting like an arrow from a fifty-pound bow to the target of her moist walls of cuntdom as her body wantonly pulled me into her.
Her hard tipped breasts lunged at me as she lashed her body, grinding me deeper and deeper than I'd ever been before. I straightened at arms' length, careful not to dislodge my shaft from her honey pot, bending my mouth to suck full of those lush tits. I sucked frantically on them as she fucked on my prong, and we rose and fell on the bed like two people possessed but of one body.
Her pussy was devouring my prick and her breasts darkened so the nipples looked as though they were strangers on the full white glistening mounds. Her hands reached to my buttocks and she clenched her fingers on the tender skin, but I didn't feel her nails-only the loosening and tightening muscles of her cunt walls.
I rode her high, scraping my cock against her clitoris; and I rode her low, punching my prong ever deeper into her womb. My hips rotated and I scraped her vaginal walls with my hearty ridge of gristle as she rolled her head and ground her delicious ass.
"Oh, baby, you should do this for a living. You'd make millions," I groaned as her talented muscles played on my prong like fingers on a harp string.
Her cunt took charge of her body and her lower abdominal muscles rippled. Her velvet-lined box was too good to be true. She was like a twenty-one jeweled, ball-bearing machine as I smashed like a pile driver into that hot pussy. The hairs of our body tangled in the juices flowing from that steaming honey pot and I reached under her to get a firm grip on her ass while my mouth sought hers and my tongue lunged into that other welcome opening. We tongue-fucked as we body-fucked-and her pussy was singing a joyful message.
We reached the peak of the mountain together, and I clawed at her ass with an animal roar at the very instant the wild plummeting rhythm she was beating on my cock hesitated for perhaps a half a breath as her whole body seemed to freeze in its onslaught of ecstasy and grow rigidly tense in every muscle. Then she slammed her ass upward one final ferocious time and began grinding her mount of venus savagely against me, rotating her hips wildly and choking off a tight little scream as her orgasm struck and took command of her body.
The swollen head of my cock drove deep into her belly and burst in a fireball of spurting sperm-my balls drawn tightly against the throbbing thick base of the shaft, pumping the cum into her magnificent cunt with incredible force. When she felt the powerful spurting of hot semen deep within her body, she seemed to go momentarily crazy beneath me, writhing even more wildly than before, beginning again the fierce pumping of her ass. She didn't stop the exquisite suctioning of her pussy on my ejaculating cock until every drop had been drained and the stiff muscle had begun relaxing and softening inside her. Then she clasped me tightly to her, holding me in a long open-mouthed kiss before she lay still again. My nearly flaccid penis still enclosed by her sperm-soaked cunt, I fell upon her, exhausted, and we lay quietly for a long moment.
And then a sudden realization struck me, forcing something like nausea into my breast. I freed myself from her, found my clothing in the near-darkness at the foot of the bed, and began throwing them on as I headed out of her house. I didn't pause until I was through the thick darkness of the garage and was standing in the moonlight-my breath coming in hard, rasping gasps-the nausea receding. I looked up and watched the moon racing the clouds, but the realization wouldn't go away-I'd been pretending she was Holly!
Chapter Five
Dawn McIntyre met me at the door when I arrived at the office, hangover drumming at my skull. Two hours late. She was bursting with efficiency and enthusiasm, as usual. I noted- for the very first time in the short few weeks she'd been working for me-that her blouse appeared to be bursting with something, too. Miss McIntyre, it must be admitted, did indeed have a magnificent pair of tits, although I really had never given them the attention they so obviously deserved.
She was babbling something about trying to call me, but I was having difficulty taking my eyes from her breasts and listening properly to her. I finally ripped my gaze away, mentally ripping away most of her blouse and bra in the bargain. "Er-I'm sorry, Miss McIntyre. What was that you were saying?"
"Your home phone, Doctor. It's been ringing a busy signal all morning and I couldn't get through to you. I was afraid there might be some sort of family trouble and you wouldn't be in this morning-"
"No." Shaking my head. Trying to look like a boss. Failing. "No, Miss McIntyre. I had the phone off the hook. I-uh-I didn't feel well and didn't want to be disturbed. I'm sorry about not calling you ... it was terribly thoughtless of me." You silly, oversexed bitch! Holly thinks I'm screwing your well-assembled, twenty-seven-year-old body, Miss McIntyre. Isn't that a gleeful thought, dear Girl Friday? I moved past her, barely controlling an impulse to pinch her on the ass, and found what I was looking for on my desk: a folder labeled ANNA MARIE HOLLISTON.
Anna Marie? I liked Holly better. For an instant I felt an intense, but transient pang of jealousy that Dawn McIntyre knew more about Holly than I did. Well, almost, anyway.
I turned back toward her and tried to look properly stern. "Miss McIntyre, why wasn't this file given to me yesterday? Before I saw Miss Holliston?"
Dawn cruised expertly to my side, her enormous breasts jutting toward me like twin cannons. "I needed time to get the information typed, Doctor." Just the right note of temerity in the tone.
Efficient bitch! But you do indeed look more and more screwable to me, Miss McIntyre. And those are remarkable tits. Why do you suppose I never noticed them before?
"I-uh-I see. Of course." I touched the top of my head and was immediately sorry. "Dawn-that is, Miss McIntyre-"
"Call me Dawn, Doctor." She was smiling with sufficient pleasure to tell me that my interest in her mammary glands had not gone unobserved. Her eyes, china blue and suddenly much deeper than I had remembered, were sparkling.
"Thanks. I was going to ask whether my nine o'clock appointment stormed out in a cloud of righteous indignation."
"No, it was Mr. Timmons who always thinks we're doing him a favor by just letting him in the office. As a matter of fact, he apologized for showing up when you weren't here. Poor man." She appeared and sounded almost chiding for an instant. "You really Ought to do something soon to help that poor trembling little man."
"Dawn-" I actually took her by the elbows and turned her so those beautiful cannons were aiming at my chest, "-as you no doubt know from the file you've typed on this man, Mr. Timmons masturbates into a matchbook cover while his blubbery wife slumbers beside him in the bed. He has problems of tragic proportions. And if you learn nothing else in this office, please learn quickly that rapid therapy is not very profitable for the patient-nor for the psychiatrist."
Dawn, bless her bouncing bosom as she laughed, saw the humor. The instant she stopped laughing, she saw that I was looking at her in a way I hadn't looked at her before. She didn't appear displeased. The laughter became a small smile of offering as she moved forward, pressing first those massive breasts against me, and then her lips, in a long, warm, passionate kiss. Merciful Christ! Holly had been right! My receptionist did want something. I held her tightly to me, reluctant to release the pressure of her body.
"The ten o'clock appointment-" was all I got out.
"When I saw you'd be late, I cancelled all your morning appointments, Doctor," Dawn interrupted, nuzzling a bit frantically about my mouth and cheek. "I'm a very efficient receptionist-or hadn't you noticed?" Nuzzle.
Dawn's mouth was tight again on my own, her tongue searching for mine, and one of her hands slipping between us as though it belonged there, shooting my fly, fumbling for my cock. Holy fucking Jesus! The heat from her hand on my already half-swollen organ quickly increased the tempo of its throbbing as it stiffened obediently to her touch. She drew it free of its fabric prison and her fingers flexed joyfully on the hardening shaft as if she had finally gotten hold of something she'd been longing for for a long, long time. And perhaps that was so after all.
I watched, fascinated, as she fell to her knees and, holding the head of my prick in one hand as though it were a doorknob, she bent the thick shaft to one side and began nipping lightly with her teeth and lips all along its throbbing length, almost as if she were pretending to eat an ear of corn. I felt her hot tongue gliding wetly along the underside, moistening the taut skin, flicking back and forth like a sharp little flame as she closed her widely opened lips sideways on the rigid muscle and moved her head slowly from side to side.
As she reached the glans with her lips, she moved her hand to grasp the shaft and, the flaring red tip exposed momentarily, began whipping her tongue wildly against the sensitive flesh for what seemed like an eternity before engulfing the entire head with her mouth. The hot cavern of her luscious mouth was like a furnace and her tongue was a slippery, darting flame as she pressed more and more of my cock between her lips. She was sucking ravenously, bobbing her head swiftly as her tongue danced slickly around the head. I stared, unable to look away, as her widespread lips went on sliding along the glistening, thick organ-the pinker inner flesh of her lips appearing briefly as she stroked backward-her hand groping along the shaft, moving rhythmically, slipping the skin back and forth in cadence with her frantic sucking.
Unable to control the response, I suddenly laced the fingers of both hands in her thick black hair and began thrusting my hips, fucking her savagely in the mouth, completely at the mercy of my wild emotions, feeling the orgasm boiling up within my balls, feeling the sticky swollen head of my cock pounding brutally against the back of her fiery mouth, wanting nothing more than to let it all go and send my gathering sperm flying deep into the throat of Miss McIntyre.
But Dawn had other ideas. She was not about to let herself be cheated out of the screwing she'd obviously waited so long for. Abruptly, she pulled away and my fiercely thrusting cock -on the very brink of climax-slipped from between her scarlet lips and whipped violently upward against her-a thin strand of half-semen, half-lubrication stretching down-connecting the wet tip of her tongue with the inflamed crown.
For one terrible instant, intensely aware of the imminent orgasm jerking and throbbing the hard shaft she still gripped tightly in her hand, I was certain she was too late and that I would cum spraying my teeming seed directly into her face. The inevitable mental image of the scene Holly had described of that very same thing happening to her was all that prevented the explosion.
Gradually, the throbbing in Dawn's tightly clenched fist began to subside, but my erection remained strong as the crisis passed. She was grinning knowingly at me-a lewd open-mouthed smile-looking for all the world like the mother of all whores, the thread of semen still trailing from the tip of my cock to her lower lip. She flicked out her tongue as she moved her mouth closer again, giving the broad red crown a sweeping, scrotum-tightening tongue bath, and then rose up beside me, her hand still squeezing my turgid cock as if it were a handle with which she were keeping her own balance. She put her free arm around me and pulled me close, nuzzling again with her warm lips across my own and to my ear-her tongue coiling hotly.
"You bastard, boss man." She was whispering teasingly, her breath a fierce flame on my throat. "You were going to cum in my mouth, weren't you?" She gave my prick a playful shake. "Weren't you?"
Having no response available that wouldn't have exposed me, I reached automatically for her breasts and discovered, happily, that they didn't come with the basket. Then applying pressure, my hands exposed the huge tits that had been exciting me since I walked into the office, supporting the strange weight of them, glorifying in the warm velvet feel of them against the flesh of my palms. Her nipples jutted outward, betraying her own swiftly rising passions, and I could feel her entire body trembling deliciously as my thumbs massaged the protruding rosy knobs. I could feel her taut nipple pulsating against my probing fingers and I dipped my mouth to titillate each nipple with the rolling of my tongue around the rosebud points.
Dawn had a built-in sex computer which related to everything. Rub her tits, and her ass and pelvis would grind. Nibble on her rosy tits, and her back would arch. Caress her tits, and her juices would start to flow and her tongue would come out to lick anything within reach.
She began to whisper softly again somewhere near my neck, "Oh, let's do it, Doctor. Let's do it right now! Right here!" and her hand began moving on the thick shaft of my cock, sliding the skin slowly up and down, squeezing gently, making my organ jerk slightly in response at each stroke of her soft hand. "I want you to fuck me, Doctor baby." Her whisper now was so low it was hardly more than a tiny movement of breath against my ear. "I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time."
My hands slipped downward over the firm swelling globes of her ass, on to the high hem of her short skirt-moving slowly upward over the silken smoothness of her panties to her waist. Her body shuddered against me as I began pushing the panties over her buttocks, and she tightened her grip fiercely on my stiff cock as if in sudden panic.
Then, in a frenzy of passion, she released me, stepped quickly out of the thin pink garment, raised her skirt, and moved back one step until her bare ass was on the edge of the desk. She opened her thighs timidly-a gesture which didn't match the lascivious smile playing on her moist lips, the same lips that a moment before had been clamped like a fleshy vice on the head of the prick she again held in her hot hand. Guiding the swollen shaft expertly between her legs as she sank back on one elbow, she raised her lower torso slightly to bring her talents into position for the penetration.
She moaned softly and appeared almost to swoon as the bulging crimson crown touched the lips of her pussy and, after one short thrust of my hips, sank out of sight inside her trembling body. She kept the fingers of her hand clenched tightly around the hard cylinder of flesh, jacking me off wildly as she urged me forward into her cunt, swinging her ass rapidly back and forth, making the hot inner lips of her pussy suck at the head almost exactly as her mouth had done.
"Oh, do it, Doctor. Please fuck me-right here! Screw your horny little receptionist on her desk. Shove that beautiful prick all the way up my cunt!" she pleaded.
And I did. I shoved that beautiful prick all the way up her surprisingly tight and delightfully hot little cunt, holding her by the waist and driving forward until I could feel the very depths of her vaginal wall clasping and unclasping about the head like soft fingers. She groaned in ecstasy, kicked off her shoes in wild abandon, and drew her long nylon-clad legs up, locking her ankles behind my head. With her leverage thus provided, she began driving her ass in swift thrusts to match my own, stroking her flaming pussy like a tight slippery glove back and forth along the length of the rigid shaft beating a steady rhythm in and out of her body.
Suddenly she gasped and gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, increasing the savage thrusting of her ass, her hair flying as she tossed her head from side to side, moaning rapturously as she thrashed about in the abrupt throes of orgasm. I felt my prick lurch violently within her body once-twice-as my balls prepared again to deliver their once-denied offering. Then the sperm burst forth, plunging in delicious release down the stiffened length of cock lodged inside her cunt-spurting and spurting-on and on-springing hotly out in such quantity and with such tremendous force I half-expected to see it come boiling up out her mouth.
Dawn was a very screwable young lady. She was obviously enjoying my climax almost as much as she had her own, for she gasped audibly as each stream of hot sperm shot deep into her and the entrance of her cunt clenched in ecstatic spasms of pleasure on the hard jerking muscle as the cum spurted endlessly on, forming a fiery lake in the depths of her belly.
"Oh, God! That feels so good. Oh, my God!" She was twisting furiously back and forth on the desk, her ass still pumping wildly, lost in the wanton pleasure of her lust.
My own excitement was so intense at that moment, increased no doubt by the experience, certainly sexually unique to me, of fucking this beautiful receptionist on her own desk-at her own request-that my cock remained incredibly rigid as it lay like a leaden weight in her sperm-drenched cunt, throbbing and pulsing as though it were merely resting for a moment- gasping for breath, gathering its tremendous strength-so it might continue.
Dawn, it soon became apparent, was quite aware also that the stiff prick gorging her pussy had not started to soften, and that further pleasures were available to her. She abruptly moved her buttocks in retreat to free the big shaft from its sheath, grasped its hot, sticky length in her hand, and placed the sperm-slick head against her asshole. "Fuck me there! Please! Fuck me in the ass!" Her eyes were suddenly huge and wild and her tone was almost commanding, as she pulled frantically at my cock, trying desperately to force the swollen member in. It was so stiff and hard that it seemed almost to be a cock that was not a real cock of flesh and blood, but one cast of iron.
I was startled by her demand, but my own excitement was nearly equal to Dawn's and so I hesitated only a fraction of a second before pressing inward. The taut sphincter muscle of her rectum resisted the assault of the massive head of my inflated cock, but gradually it began to give as I forced my way forward- Dawn's hand gripping the stiff shaft so fiercely it was almost painful. Slippery with sperm, the broad crown eased its way into her ass as she clenched her teeth at the unexpected force of the pressure. But holding her buttocks bravely up, and pushing gently toward me, she determined to have this object of her insatiable lust buried in her bowels.
As the tight ring of her anus closed on the neck of my cock, the entire head lodged itself securely in her ass. Again she groaned through gritted teeth and plunged her hand swiftly back and forth on the rigid shaft she held, trying to force additional lubricant along its length and into her ass to grease the channel. I put my own hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled her toward me slowly, my eyes unable to move from the sight of my thick cock easing gradually in, penetrating a bare half an inch at a time into this small and incredibly tight orifice.
Her flesh-fucked pussy pouted up at me as I lifted her ass and I could see a small stream of creamy sperm flowing between the pink inner lips, running through the black tangle of hair to bathe the white hard column of flesh in its sticky wetness.
Dawn's fingers moved suddenly from my cock to her cunt when she felt the semen flowing, and she drenched all of her fingers in the slippery cum and began greasing my prick with it. Then, with a sharp cry, she drove her ass forward so that my sperm-lubricated cock went ripping brutally up the burning tunnel of her bowels, skewering her torso as neatly and probably as painfully as if I had used a spear.
Her lovely little ass hung before my eyes, impaled on my cock, and her hands were moving rapidly up and down the length of her torso from pussy to breasts, back and forth spasmodically, clenching and unclenching, as she began moaning softly in irresistible response to the strange mixture of pleasure and pain wracking her lovely body. The constriction of her anal muscles near the base of the broad shaft was an almost unbelievable pressure, so utterly powerful that it seemed impossible to me that an ejaculation could even force its way past such resistance.
There was only one way to find out-I put my hands on her legs, which were still angled sharply upward in their deathly grip around my neck, and held her tightly as I began fucking her in the ass with a savage fury-driving my blood-bursting cock so deeply that her satiny buttocks slapped rhythmically against my loins at every stroke. Faster and faster, thrusting like a man gone mad-oblivious to everything but the excruciating pleasure of her asshole gripping my prick like a vise as I plunged in and out. I felt the beginnings of orgasm bubbling like lava, preparing to erupt, and then bursting like liquid lightning and flashing along the turgid shaft in a white-hot explosion of exquisite release.
Completely and thoroughly shot, I sank slowly forward and rested against her body for a long moment, feeling my cock slowly relaxing inside her, shrinking back into itself like a deflating balloon. Every patient could have stepped into my office at that moment and I wouldn't have moved-or cared.
Chapter Six
By the time I got back to the office from a leisurely lunch seasoned with a brace of vodka martinis, my highly efficient receptionist had changed from practicing nymphomaniac back into her usual prim, crisp self. Her back to me, she was rattling away at the typewriter as if that particular morning had been like any other -her dark hair neatly reassembled and the pieces of her public personality joined again firmly together. It would have been impossible for an observer to even suspect-looking at her busily intent career-girl performance-that less than two hours earlier she had been thrashing and writhing in orgasm on this very desk at which she was presently working. Appearances could indeed be deceiving. She stopped me as I started toward the inner offices.
"Doctor Masters?" In her professional and competent tone.
I turned. "Yes, Dawn?" Equally professional. But it was impossible for me not think about the juices of our recent encounter swirling warmly in the orifices of her body. I was, in fact, seriously wondering if I would ever again be able to look into her deep china-blue eyes without feeling my sex stirring gently at the memory.
"There was a phone call ... from Miss Holliston. She wanted to know whether you could see her this afternoon. I told her your schedule was packed solid for the rest of the day and that unless it was some sort of an emergency-"
"Who am I supposed to be seeing this afternoon?" I interrupted a bit more sharply than I'd intended.
Dawn gave me a penetrating look and hesitated briefly before turning her attention to the appointment calendar. She didn't appear especially happy-just professional.
"There's Mrs. Epstein at one-Mr. Harrellson at two ... and-this one has already been moved up from yesterday-Mr. Sheff at three." She kept her eyes fixed on the calendar, her pencil tapping slowly, waiting for my decision. It was becoming quite clear that Dawn did not like competition in affairs of the heart or body.
"Move Mr. Sheff again ... to Monday." I watched carefully for her reaction, and saw only a slight tightness at the corners of the mouth.
She looked up. "Do you think it's good public relations, Doctor?" she asked quietly, with what sounded like genuine concern.
Miss McIntyre, I wanted too desperately to say but didn't, the only kind of relations you are at all expert at are sexual-not public!
Out loud, I said calmly. "Damn, if you'll forgive me a little instant analysis, Mr. Sheff is a pain in the ass. The only problem in the world he really has is in actuality a fairly common affliction of the human race ... for which no one has as yet developed successful therapy-he's a bore. He has absolutely uncontrollable obsessions to describe in intricate detail every amorous conquest in his life to date. He simply needs an audience ... and I provide that audience ... only because he pays me very well to do so. Believe me, he will understand. He happens to know he's a bore." Moving back to her desk, I picked up the folder on Holly. "Call him and give him an hour on Monday. And tell Miss Holliston it's okay for three."
"Yes, Doctor." She reached for the phone and I started again for my office, turning back on a sudden impulse. I waited while she placed the calls.
"Dawn-"
"Yes, Doctor?"
As briefly as possible, I told her about my intention to use Holly's case in the book I was presently working on. "I'm sure you can appreciate the fact that it's essential for the therapist to spend as much time as possible with the patients he hopes to analyze in sufficient depth to warrant inclusion of their case in such a technical work."
She nodded. "Of course. I understand, Doctor."
I plunged blindly ahead. "Well, it's practically imperative that the patient-doctor relationship include observation outside the psychiatrist's office. Consequently, I intend to invite Miss Holliston to go along with my wife and myself and our neighbors to spend the weekend at the lake." I allowed a properly dramatic pause and then dealt her the last card-an ace: "I'd appreciate it very much if you would come along, too, to take notes of Miss Holliston's reactions in more social situations."
Dawn, who had tensed noticeably at my mention of taking Holly along with me to the lake, seemed much more relaxed suddenly. The idea of pitting her physical presence against that of Holly and my wife appealed to her a great deal. She was smiling as she said, "Wow. That sounds like fun, Doctor."
"You'll be paid for your time, of course," I put in hastily, but I knew, unnecessarily. Wild stallions couldn't have kept her away.
I felt certain Holly would also leap at the idea because-well, frankly-because Holly was Holly. Ella might be a bitchy but temporary problem when she was confronted with the youth and beauty of the patient, but I knew how desperately Ella wanted to spend the weekend on that cruiser, as close as possible to Dave Foster's gigantic and very available prick. Ella would be agreeable.
"Why don't you take the afternoon off," I suggested to Dawn, "and take care of anything you might already have been planning to get out of the way this weekend? And we'll pick you up at your place ... say ... about seven this evening. Okay?"
"If you're sure you won't need me-" Dawn stood and began fussing without any particular objective at things on her desk.
"No problem at all here. Go ahead and get yourself ready for the trip." As she moved toward the coat rack to get her jacket, I added, "and for God's sake, don't forget your swim-suit."
She left, grinning from ear to ear, and I went to my desk with the folder on Holly, hoping to get through it before my one o'clock appointment arrived.
From the biographical material Dawn had neatly typed out and assembled, I learned that Holly's hometown was indeed small-population 687 and falling-that both her parents, and her step-father, had been candidates for Alcoholics Anonymous-and that her father, a "boomer," whatever that was-had vanished from the home for parts unknown when Holly was about ten. It was there, as Holly had said it would be, about her working at the moment as a spangled-G-string-only girl on stage. Nothing whatever in the typescript offered any clues to the origin of her obsession for fellatio.
Putting the folder aside, I waited with something less than enthusiasm for the appearance of Mrs. Epstein, a wealthy ex-cocktail waitress who was paying me fifty dollars per fifty-minute hour to eventually deliver her from the ravages of cigarette smoking. My success with her might best be measured by the fact that she had escalated her consumption from three to four packs a day in the two short months she'd been in therapy.
She finally arrived and smoked an entire pack through her fifty-minute hour. She was followed by Duane Harrellson, who claimed he had recently visited a distant planet via a flying saucer. Finally he was through with his therapy session and was gone.
Three o'clock came, but Holly didn't. Silence ticked in the small office as the minutes crawled along the face of the clock. I had the phone in my hand, preparing to dial her number, when I heard the outer door to the office open and close. I bounded from behind the desk.
"You're late," I burst out almost reproachfully.
"I'm sorry, Cord ... okay if I still call you that?" Her small voice was exactly as warm and soft as I'd remembered and she looked absolutely ravishing-the honey-blonde hair piled high, her large brown eyes long-lashed and lovely, locked tightly on mine in that open, childlike gaze of hers that nearly drove me up the wall.
I was nodding rather idiotically as I advanced to help her out of the poncho-like top of her outfit, hanging it up for her. "Of course, it's okay. Don't be silly." I noticed that she was looking interested at the vacant receptionist's chair. "Miss McIntyre's-uh-gone for the day."
"Oh." That tiny knowing little smile was on her lips, but she saved me the embarrassment of commenting further.
I managed to finally get her poncho onto a hanger, and crossed back to her. "I hope there's nothing wrong. I hadn't expected to see you again until next week." I added quickly, "But I'm really glad you came. There's something I want to ask you."
"Nothing's wrong... I just..." She shrugged in an apparent loss for words. "I guess I just wanted ... to see you again. You know?"
I knew. Did I ever know! We simply stood there for several breaths. "Holly-"
She broke off her gaze and stepped past me, moving toward my inner office. "What did you want to talk to me about, Cord?" she said in the doorway.
I followed her into my office and told her about the weekend plans. Her reaction was typically Holly-as I'd expected it to be.
"Shit, yes! Christ, yes!" She sat down in the green leather chair and lanced me with those remarkable brown eyes. "Even knowing I'll be under observation-as you put it-there's no question that two days on the lake will beat two days of my usual big weekend. Know what I do a lot of weekends, Doc? You really want to know?" She tilted her head in that captivating mannerism of hers and smiled up at me, pressing just the tip of her tongue between her teeth. "Maybe you should put another cartridge in that recorder before I tell you."
I returned her smile, feeling the emotion she always started in me stirring somewhere in my loins. "That won't be necessary. Go on and tell me."
She hesitated.
"Holly," I began, sitting down and leaning toward her across the desk. "I want to hypnotize you."
"Hypnotize me?" For some reason the idea struck her as being hilarious, and she began giggling, quickly controlling herself when she saw that I was quite serious. "What for? I-uh -I mean, I-uh-I thought that sort of thing was just show business stuff."
"It's not exactly. It's really quite an exact science. You might think of it as ... well ... a key, I suppose. You see, Holly, nothing that ever happens to anyone is ever really lost to the mind's memory ... it's just that many of the things that happen are what we headshrinkers call 'repressed' by the conscious mind ... locked away way back in the subconscious mind somewhere. Hypnotism often is a method which functions as a key to unlock the door to the subconscious ... and let the doctor take a look inside."
I found a cigarette in the desk and lit it. "Unfortunately, it doesn't always work. There are people who can not be hypnotized ... at least not without so much effort on the doctor's part that would make it totally worthless. Now, you may be one of these 'refractory' patients who cannot or will not go under all the way. But I think it would be well worth a try ... since you seem to have no conscious memory whatsoever of any sexual experiences prior to age fourteen. Your subconscious mind may remember something that will help us find the key to the causes of your present problem. But, obviously, I need your permission and complete cooperation in order to do it. Are you willing?"
I waited almost tensely for her answer, feeling my knees beginning to tremble slightly, still wondering what my real motives were with this lovely girl.
Holly, as usual, was reading my mind. She blew a blue plume of smoke at me and said, smiling, "How do I know you won't try to fuck me while I'm under your influence?"
I swallowed a very dry lump of air. "I asked you if you trusted me. You said you did."
She went on smiling. "Yeah. I did say that, didn't I." She ground out her cigarette, big brown eyes locked on mine as though searching for an ulterior motive. And the hell of it was-I wasn't sure at all that there might not be one there lurking for her to discover. She seemed convinced, finally, of my pure intentions-even if I wasn't-and stood up, saying, "Okay, Cord. You want me to lie on the couch over there?"
"If you like ... it really isn't necessary, though." I followed her to the couch and she stretched out carefully on the green leather cushions, pressing her miniskirt primly down, keeping her eyes on mine, perhaps to see if I was trying to sneak a peek. I was. But she was still smiling-more, I suppose, with understanding than with humor.
"Okay, Doc," she chirped cheerily, "zap me with the big eye."
I began the lengthy process, and she went under so very swiftly that I thought she might be trying to put me on-which wouldn't exactly have been out of character for her. But, no. One sharp, ordinarily painful, pinch on her suggestion-numbed forearm made it clear that she was thoroughly under. The knowledge of her quick response to my suggestions of sleep was both pleasing and not-so-pleasing to me. Pleasing, because it meant there was no question whatsoever that she trusted me implicitly.
Putting a fresh cartridge in the recorder, I carried the microphone back with me to the chair I'd dragged up beside the quietly breathing girl on the couch-doing my very best not to look too closely at her exposed thighs-for, as she had relaxed into a hypnotic sleep, her body had slipped down slightly on the cushions and the miniskirt had retreated upward. Although I permitted myself only the tiniest of glances in that direction, it was enough to identify a thin shard of the pale blue silk material of her panties.
I pressed the button that started the tape. "You're very deeply asleep, Holly ... very deeply asleep ..." I went into the comforting phrases which would pull her deeper and deeper into her subconscious, trying to bring back the past... "you are drifting back in time, Holly ... drifting back to a time before you were fourteen ... to a time when something happened to you that you don't want to remember. You are going to remember ... can you see a man with you? Is there some man with you?"
"No, I can't see him. It's awful dark in here ... not nice ... I know who it is ... I know ..."
"Who is that man, Holly? Tell me who the man is."
"It's-it's Daddy." Her voice, as she regressed backwards in her subconscious mind to an earlier age, had risen in key to that of a little girl of perhaps six or seven.
"What is he doing, Holly?"
"Nothing. Daddy's just standing there ... I can hear him breathing and he smells all kind of funny. I'm scared! He gets so mean when he smells funny like this." She began to whimper softly, like a frightened child.
"It's all right, Holly. You don't have to be afraid now. Everything is fine. He won't be mean to you."
The whimpering subsided as she lay there quietly for a moment. "He's petting my hair now. It feels nice ... he isn't nice to me very often..."
I leaned closer and spoke very softly. "Holly, tell me everything that is happening- everything."
"Daddy's just standing there in the dark, petting my hair... and whispering real low. I can't tell what you're saying Daddy ... you're talking too low ... not like you usually do. It feels so good to have you touching me without hitting me ... you always hit me, Daddy ... but now you're being nice to me. You love me, Daddy, don't you? I know you love me.
"The bed is sinking down real far ... you're so heavy on the bed, Daddy ... it's so dark in here... oh, Daddy, it feels so good when your hand moves across my face and neck. I like it when you pet me ... it feels so nice and warm ... but why is your body trembling? And why don't you have your clothes on? I just touched you and you're shaking all over and you don't have any clothes on ... oh, that's why you're here in my room ... you're cold and you want to get into my bed with me so we can snuggle. I'll move over and make a little room for you, Daddy...
"Your hand feels so nice when you rub me all over like that, Daddy ... running your hand ever so gently all over my body ... all the way to the bottom of my fleecy new nightie ... down my legs and all the way back up ... oh, Daddy, that feels funny when your hand touches that slit between my legs ... okay, I'll lie still ... but you're fingers are so tickly there ... and it feels sort of funny and sort of nice ... and my tummy feels all fluttery ... I can't help scooting all around on the bed when you do that, Daddy ... it feels so funny ...
"Oh, what's that big thing down between your legs? ... I don't have one of those ... what is it? It's so big and long ... and it's fun to curl my fingers around ... and it's so hot and shaking ... what is it, Daddy? It feels so hard, like a giant finger ... only much, much bigger ... and it's all sticky at the end ... why are you moving your hand over it, Daddy?" She stopped suddenly.
"Holly, what's happening ... tell me what's happening."
"Daddy's moving back and forth now and I can feel his big thing sliding inside my fist ... it sort of jerks ... he's moving again ... now he's kneeling over me ... right above my head and I'm under him ... and I can feel the tip of his tongue between my legs, OOOOHHHH! It feels even funnier than his finger down there between my legs ... all wet and hot ... and he's pulling my legs apart ... opening my little slit and his tongue is licking me ... I can feel his whiskers against my legs but his tongue feels so good that I don't want to say anything that will make him mad at me. I can feel his tongue tickling me down there where I pee ... I like having Daddy nice to me.
"Now he's moving on the bed again ... he's trying to put something rubbery and sticky into my mouth ... it's that thing I had my hand on ... that big hard thing ... and I think he wants me to lick the sticky end of it like he's licking me ... oh, it tastes all kind of salty on my tongue ... and it feels real soft and smooth ... oh ... he's pushing down on me and I can feel this round rubbery thing trying to get between my lips and into my mouth ... but it's too big to fit ... I'm trying ... honest ... I'm trying to open my mouth so far ... it tastes so warm and nice and he's moving it up and down so gently that I know he doesn't want to hurt me ... but he keeps moving it faster and faster ... and I can feel it sliding so smoothly in and out of my lips ... Daddy loves me after all. It feels nice to have my daddy love me ... maybe if I move my tongue around he'll love me even more ... he's really tickling me between my legs.
"What's happening? His thing is jerking all over the place ... I'm trying to hold it with my hand ... but it's jerking and jumping ... and there's something all sticky and salty coming out of the end of it,.. aaggghhh ... it's pouring down my throat... I don't understand ... did I hurt my daddy? What is happening to his thing? ... I'm moving my head away now ... but the sticky stuff is dripping on my face and running down my neck and into my hair ... it feels nice and warm ... I hope it never stops ... I feel so warm ... I bet Daddy's warm, too.
"But where is Daddy going? He's taking his hard thing away from me and he's going ... I'm reaching for it but I can't find it... I can hear Daddy by the door ...
"Daddy ... it's so nice ... come back ... please ... please ... come back ... Daddy? Daddy?"
Holly had begun whimpering again, still a small girl in her mind. Just then her finger dipped into her fur-lined pussy and began tickling back and forth.
I snapped off the tape and put the mike on the floor. My hand was trembling violently and the trembling gradually moved to the rest, of my body as I fought to control the emotion that I felt at that moment-at that nameless man who had done this thing to the pitiful little girl who lay whimpering before me on the couch. And that was what she was-my lovely little Holly-still a little girl today, a little girl desperately searching for the only kind of love she had ever known from her father. The realization was like a hammer blow to my head. It was obvious that Holly had loved her father very much and had wanted his love in return-and this was the only way she had ever gotten it. How could I tell her the truth?
"Everything's fine now, Holly. You're going to sleep now, and you feel very comfortable and relaxed." As I took her into a natural sleep, I sat there frozen-watching her-nearly hypnotized myself by the incredible beauty of this girl. And fully realizing that she was no longer just another patient to me.
Moving to the stereo recorder, I removed the cartridge and slipped it into my jacket pocket. Returning to the couch, I began to bring Holly out of her trance, taking special care to remove all conscious memory of the session just conducted. There mustn't be the slightest possibility that she could recall anything of this experience. Her subconscious mind had spent years developing the barriers to protect her from this knowledge-it could be disastrous if the curtain were suddenly and prematurely ripped away.
I completed the revival technique and then stepped back as she began to rouse herself, yawning broadly and stretching her arms and legs like a cat. Her eyes finally opened wide and she sat there smiling at me almost shyly.
"Hey, wow!" she said. "I think I feel asleep on you, Doc."
She stood up and I caught her by the arm, gently but firmly, and turned her towards me. Her eyes were wide again, with some surprise, but with a sense of delight. Her lips parted slightly and she moistened them with the tip of her tongue and went on looking at me, searching me with her eyes.
"Holly-" I began.
"Yes, Cord?"
"I-uh-it-uh-it just occurred to ... about your job, I mean. Won't you get into trouble not being there on a Friday night?" It was a transparent second effort to keep myself from saying what I had nearly said to her, but Holly played my game.
"No, I won't get into trouble," she said shaking her head slowly. "I lost my job." She dropped her eyes briefly, then glanced back at me again. "I suppose that's the real reason I came to your office this afternoon. To tell you that... but I chickened out."
I stared at her, puzzled. "What do you mean? You were afraid to tell me you had lost your job? I don't understand."
"Well, you know ... we sort of had a deal ... about your book and all, I mean."
Nodding briskly, still not quite seeing her point. "Yes, of course we did. But, I still don't see-"
She began removing lint that wasn't there from my jacket. "Well, it's-it's just that-just that-"
"What is it, Holly-for God's sake?" I was growing genuinely concerned now, so much so that I imagined I could feel the hair moving gently on the back of my neck, feeling some strange fear that I could not have put into words. I took her firmly by both arms and forced her to look at me.
"You're trying to tell me you're going to leave here? You're going away?"
"I have to, Cord. Don't you see? Girlie dancers don't make the kind of money it takes for a place like that unless-unless they fuck. And I just didn't want nice things that badly. Not badly enough that every time I did it I would feel I was being raped. I can't stay here anymore. Don't you understand? I haven't got a job, I haven't got any money ... there just isn't any choice. I'll have to go back home."
I found my faltering voice. "Please, Holly, don't think about going away from here. Stay. I can help you-I will help you." I pulled her close.
"Please, Cord. Don't, please don't." And she pushed away from me. "I don't know what's wrong. It has something to do with a dream I had. I don't know. I just feel as though I'd like the world to open up and swallow me. Help me, Cord. Please, help me. You promised."
Under the steady gaze of those beautiful brown eyes swimming with tears, my stiffened prong wilted like butter in the sun.
"Yes," I said wearily. "I remember, Holly. I will help you."
Chapter Seven
I noticed that Ella's car was gone from the garage when Holly and I reached the house about five, after stopping by her apartment to pick up an overnight case and a swimsuit. I remembered about my wife and Diana having their routine Friday bridge game and felt relieved, secretly glad that there would be at least a slight respite before she arrived home. I'd called home just before lunch to tell Ella I'd decided we'd drive to the lake after all. She'd seemed reasonably pleased at the decision, but she hadn't known then that two young beauties were going along.
Anyway, I was happy to find Ella and our neighbor had not yet returned. I could use the time. There were a lot of things to think about -not only how I should tell Ella about Holly and Dawn going along to the lake for the weekend-but when, and if, I should tell her about my feelings for Holly. My feelings for Holly? Hell, I didn't even know what they were for sure. One look at her body and my cock leaped to attention, and one look from her eyes with tears in them and it would go limp. I wanted to rape her and at the same minute I wanted her to come and plead for my prick in her cunt or even up her ass. I trembled thinking about plowing that virgin soil and discovered I was taking close stock of Holly's ass as she walked before me into the house. God, like two plump volleyballs encased in silk.
"Oh, wow. This is really some pad you got here. Do all the shrinks have it so good?" She flitted from fireplace to wet bar to paintings like an excited child. "It's beautiful. It really is." She spun around the rug like a dancer, her eyes wide open. "I'll bet it all cost a fortune."
"Something like that. Ella thinks money is made just for her to spend. It may be beautiful on the outside but it's got a damn ugly soul, this house."
I handed her a martini. She took it and stood staring thoughtfully at me.
"She's gonna be pretty uptight about my being here and my being invited along for the weekend."
"Don't worry about there being a scene. Ella takes great delight in making sure that no one but little old me knows how much of a bitch she can be. She'll drip honey all over and treat you like a long lost relative with money."
Holly smiled her understanding and I saluted her with my glass and drank.
"Bring your drink with you," I said, "I'll show you the guest room so you can change if you like. Has its own bathroom, in case you want to shower before we hit the road."
"You bet I do."
She followed me down the long hall and bumped against me when I deliberately stopped fast just inside the room. I spun around to her and the bulging hardness of my cock plainly pulsed against her tender loins as I clamped my mouth to her. I held one hand against her head and the other around her tiny waist so she could not escape my mouth.
She melted against me as she had done in the office but this time the very tip of her tongue experimentally, shyly, pushed into my mouth, a tiny fraction of an inch at a time, discovering new sensations for herself. Her hips began pressing toward me, rotating gently against my huge erection. I rapidly thrust my tongue lovingly against her own and she was very gradually increasing the movements.
Scooping her up in my arms, I kicked the door shut with my foot and carried her to bed.
"I'm not going to fuck you. Don't be afraid, Holly. I'm not going to fuck you."
She relaxed on the bed.
"At least I'm not going to fuck you like you think. I'm going to kiss you on your lower lips and give you some of the pleasure you give me when you blow me off."
She struggled a little, so I reassured her with another tongue-fuck in her sweet mouth, and she melted in my arms.
"I'm not even going to undress you. But I do want you to slip off your panties."
She turned away from me and, flushing, took off her silken underthings. The beige muff puffed out from her mount of venus so full that it hid from my seeking eyes the slit I wanted to kiss.
"Now, Holly, lay back on the bed. That's right. Now raise your knees ... go ahead, it won't hurt you."
Trustingly, she obeyed.
"See, Holly? There's nothing to be afraid of. I haven't even touched you. Now, darling, just let your legs fall loosely apart. All the way, Holly."
Oh, dear God. Her legs fell apart and I was the first male witness to the most beautiful creation in the world. Her hair curled around her tiny cunt lips and fringed the delicate pink slash. I noticed with no small satisfaction that there was a little glistening moisture at the very end.
"There, that's it."
She involuntarily rotated her hips slowly under my admiring gaze.
"Now, Holly, I want you to scoot way down on the bed until your behind is almost off it. Spread your legs wide ... push your feet in toward your bottom."
She inched to the edge of the bed slowly. I still had not touched her.
"Now, Holly, take both hands and open up your lips."
She followed my instructions with a little self-consciousness.
"That's good," I said encouragingly.
"Like this?" she whispered.
"Yes," I said, "now wider."
"Is that wide enough?" she asked again in a childlike voice.
"Beautiful," I reassured her. I was being very clinical, although I felt nothing like a doctor at this moment.
"Now push down with your stomach muscles as though you were trying to make a bowel movement."
I dropped to my knees, being very careful not to touch her with my hands.
"What I'm going to do is called fucking, too, but it's mouth-fucking ... and I'll stop whenever you tell me you want me to stop." That was a brave statement. I wasn't sure I would be able to stop once I tasted that hot pussy.
My tongue flicked out and tickled all over her lovely slit, questing, penetrating and laving. After the initial shock, Holly relaxed and muscles jumped in her tanned slender thighs as my tongue penetrated her pink gash. I worked busily tonguing every tiny inch of her beautiful cunt, getting drunker on her body honey than I had on her double-double drinks.
Holly's beautiful ass began to squirm. "Oooooh. I'm-ohhh! Oooooh ... oooooh ... ohhhhhh!"
She began to rotate her ass furiously and I sucked the whole of her cunt deep into my mouth where I squirted it from side to side and tongued it up and down.
Holly squealed and bucked her hips into the air as I sucked half of her pink gash into my mouth, lipping and nibbling. Beads of moisture were plainly visible on the furry cunt hair as I leaned back from my willing task.
I edged my mouth once more to her cunt and was astonished when her legs wrapped around my head and her hands tangled in my hair, tightly gluing my mouth to her pussy.
Suddenly Holly's thighs quivered and I tasted a quick spurt of semi-salty freshet. "Ohhhhh! Ohh, I-you're-ooooooooh, Cord!"
She moaned as she fell back on the bed. I put her legs over my shoulders and parted her lips with my fingers. With a busy mouth I licked her clean, bringing a tremor to her body as my tongue flicked her clit. As I pulled down her skirt and helped her to her feet, she sagged against me.
"Cord?" It was more of a breath than a whisper. "Cord? Is ... is this ... is this what it's like? Is that what's happening to us? To me? Is it?"
I could only nod, hoping that Holly might want me, too, want me as much as I wanted her. Her body was trembling against me, trembling ever so slightly.
"But it's all wrong. It shouldn't have happened here. Like this."
She breathed gently for a moment against my throat, trying to fathom this new sensation and desire, wanting and yet not wanting, fearing and yet not fearful. I could feel her needlelike fingernails knifing painfully into my shoulders.
The sudden whine of a car's high-powered engine in the driveway separated us quickly, as though an axe blade had dropped, severing the bond we both felt growing between us. Holly stepped backward slightly, holding herself against the door frame, her frightened eyes searching.
I touched her shoulder gently. "You'd better get showered and changed. I'll go upstairs and do the same. And please, don't worry about Ella or anything."
I was backing away from her toward the stairs, my gaze linked to hers, vaguely aware of the sound of the engine outside. As Ella turned off the engine, and the sound died, I turned and hurried up the steps to the master bedroom, shedding and tossing the suitcoat onto the bed.
The tape cartridge bearing the secret of Holly's fellatio-fixation slipped from the pocket and skitted across the satin bedspread. Mechanically, I picked it up and placed it on the night-stand beside the tape deck I used nearly as often as the one at the office. I plugged a cartridge into the unit, selecting one at random. It was one of the many hard rock tapes in the pile. Ella considered herself among the "now" generation, even though she would be thirty this month. I frequently reminded her, out of pure spite and because I knew most women regard thirty as the entryway to old age, that her disqualification from the younger generation was coming sooner than she thought.
It would be in keeping with our age, I would suggest, if we demonstrated our mourning by having a public burning of her rock tapes. That gambit was generally good for at least twenty minutes of ranging with "you bastard" to "you prick" and "cocksucker."
Directly beneath me I heard the shower running in the guest room and my imagination quickly dreamed up a scene of Holly's tanned, naked body writhing with pleasure under the steaming spray of water.
I began stripping out of my clothes, wondering what was taking Ella so long to charge up the stairs and attack me about the mystery guest I was certain she could hear singing in the shower.
I was bare-assed and heading for the shower of the master bedroom when Ella entered the room, wearing a smile instead of an angry expression. Her face was a little swollen still from the enthusiastic slapping I'd given her but the makeup skillfully covered any red marks or bruises.
She didn't act outraged-as I expected-and this startled me until I got a closer look at her eyes. One glance and I knew my lovely wife hadn't been drinking tea at the bridge party. She was considerably crocked, it was obvious. At least she was a happy drunk. Thank god for that. I was going to need every advantage I could get.
She sauntered toward me, took my soft cock in her hand and tweaked it twice to be sure she had my full attention. "Hey, Corie-wordie, do you know there's a stranger in our bathroom?"
"No," I corned it up, "but hum a few bars and I'll see if I can remember the words."
I was startled again when she laughed. Ella was a bunch of surprises today. One of the reasons I was so surprised was that I couldn't remember when I'd last heard my wife laugh at anything I'd said-except with scorn.
She pulled on my cock again and I felt it beginning to harden at her familiar touch, but very slowly, as though only my body were responding and my mind couldn't be affected. "Well?" she went on massaging the stiffening organ in her hand rather absentmindedly. "Is it a big secret or are you going to tell me who it is?" She wasn't being sarcastic at all. Her voice was, in fact, quite playfully pleasant.
"Believe it or not," I said, "it's one of my patients."
She said, "Oh, God," but lightly, not in anger. "Not one of the violent ones, I hope?" she said as she stroked more quickly at my shaft. It rose further.
"She's quite the opposite," I said quietly.
Her hand stopped moving for a short fraction of a second, then stroked gently on. "She?"
"She," I said matter-of-factly.
Was there an outside chance that she had liked the whipping and slapping I'd given to her? Anything from a normal pattern always interests a psychiatrist and Ella's actions interested me. For a second I recalled her passionate outbreak with Dave and wondered how much my wife really liked pain.
I took a breath and explained quickly about having to make it a working weekend at the lake because of being two hours late that morning. On the surface, Ella appeared to understand and to accept my story. Maybe in her dollar sign of a head she was already spending the fifty-dollar fee she thought I'd be getting for the session.
"Well," she said lightly, "I'm glad you were able to work it out so we could go to the lake. It should be a ball."
Glancing down at my blood-bursting cock, she squeezed the shaft again in her warm hand. "And speaking of balls-" She began tugging me towards the bed and I went not unwillingly. "You know Cordie, you were pretty mean to me last night," she said, pouting her lips into a small smile. "I should cut you off forever for being so rough. But I won't. I forgive you."
I stretched out on the cool satin bedspread, my hard cock waggling slightly back and forth as I watched her taking off her clothes in what was obviously a frantically rising passion.
Completely nude, except for her sheer nylon pantyhose, she lay down beside me on the bed and propped herself up on one elbow so she could watch what her hand was busily doing to my prong. Her fingers squeezed at the flaring crown and then slowly and ever so lightly glided down the swollen thick shaft to my balls and then, reversing the tender motion, moving back and forth toward the tip.
"I'm drunk. You know that, Cordie-wordie?"
I could feel my erect penis jerking from the unavoidable pleasure of her stroking hand. A clear drop of lubricant had seeped from the opening and started running down the head.
"When I'm drunk I love to fuck. You know that too, don't you, huh?" She laughed. "I'll fuck anybody when I'm drunk. Even you."
I leaped from the bed, my shaft jerking with passion.
"Yeh, you bitch, anybody," I snarled, "but I'll make you beg for it to be me."
Her eyes grew wide. "What do you mean?"
I strode purposely toward the dresser and picked up a heavy ivory flat-backed hairbrush, whacking it solidly against my hand as I started back toward the bed. Ella sprang to her feet and tried to run to the door, but I caught her midway and dragged her back to bed.
"Let me go, Cord. Don't do this to me!"
"You," I snarled. "Take off those damn pantyhose-off, now!"
Ella's lips quivered. She circled her dry mouth with the tip of her tongue-completely sober now-and frightened. Taking two steps back, she peeled off the pantyhose from her hips and thighs and I pushed her on the bed so her out-thrust ass spread widely in its tautened position as she clenched her ass-cheeks frantically.
I looked admiringly for a moment at the beautiful white ass and almost forgot what I was going to do as the mounds glistened from her tanned body. I raised the hairbrush high in the air and cracked it down against her flesh with all my might. Once, twice, three times. Ella began to squirm so I could see her whole twat and her pussy hair.
"Ooooooh...." She responded to the pain at last.
The air whooshed from her lungs as the first scarlet mark formed on her tender ass. I moved to one side so I could see her full tits bobbing in the air as she sought to escape the punishing brush. The red of her nipples almost matched the scarlet of the spread-and her ass would, too-soon I promised myself as I wielded yet another blow to her unprotected butt.
"Cord! It-owww! Oooooh! You're hurting meeee! Please, no more. My ass! Oh, Cord! My ass! My-ohhhhh!"
She writhed all over the bed but I continued the spanking until even the sound of the brush hitting her bare rump sounded different. It was pleasure for me to listen to her as she sobbed and moaned, shrieked and whimpered and begged me to stop.
I raised the hairbrush high above my head and said, "Now, bitch, ask me. Beg!"
"Whaaat-"
I brought the hairbrush down again. "Don't ask me what, you know what. Ask me ... beg me."
"Honest to God, Cord, I don't know what you want-"
Once again I struck her brilliant red ass. "Ask me what you asked Dave last night. Beg me for it."
She raised her tear-stained face from the bed and looked over her shoulder at me. "Fuck me, Cord?"
I pushed her over on her stomach and slid a pillow under her. I took my index finger and probed harshly at the dark cavern between her velvety cushions and pushed at the rubbery muscle. Ella clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, fighting penetration.
I pushed my finger into that tiny opening, feeling the muscles work against me. She squirmed her ass in an attempt to escape but I pushed still harder against the resisting cavern as her nails clawed at the bedspread and she wailed. With a tremendous push I jammed my finger all the way into that hot hole until my palm rested against the fleshy spanked butt.
"Cord! You're splitting me. It huuur-it hurts. Cord, owwww! Owww!"
I rotated my finger deep inside her anus to loosen the passageway and delighted in feeling the smooth, buttery softness of her rectum as I held her speared. She shrieked even more when I added a second finger inside her quivering flesh.
"I'm going to bugger you like you've never had it before," I hissed as I pulled my fingers from her hot depth.
"As I slid my throbbing prong up the damp asshole, she fought against me, but I had tired her out. The red crown of my prick jammed against the opening and I held her cheeks tightly with my hands. My fleshy organ slipped into her cavern inch by inch as I made a short lunge, and then another, burying myself more deeply in her unwilling anus.
My hands circled her waist, drawing the hot cheeks closer and closer until I felt my balls bang against her cunt lips. I was weary with the effort and put my full weight against her, resting as my shaft twitched deep in the hot, tight confines of her body.
Suddenly, Ella began to wiggle her ass, rearing it up toward me, attempting to raise herself. "Oh Cord, you're something else. Pole me. Shaft me," she moaned, wriggling her ass grinding it into my belly.
I could feel the palpitation of her ass-cheeks against my body and when she again thrust her bottom upward, my prick was moving almost freely in and out. She tightened her muscles against me and plunged frenziedly in and out of her now-lubricated rectum. She was squealing with pleasure as I worked her depths, pounding frantically against her back. Hot jism rocketed from my prong deep into her bowels-my come spurted in spasms.
Ella fell across the bed with a moan and I fell on top of her, our sweat mingling. I slid off and Ella rolled over on her back and looked at me with amusement.
"Well, lover boy finally grew up and learned to do something with that thing between his legs," she teased.
It was time for me to establish who and what I was with Ella, so I grabbed her by the hair. "You're not through by a long shot. Suck my shaft."
She opened her mouth to protest and I shoved my limp prick into her mouth. "Suck my prick when I tell you to suck it, you bitch!"
Ella reached up and clasped my buttocks with her hands. She opened her mouth wider and sucked my limp organ all the way in. Her mouth moved back and forth at first and then she made the slurping sucking noises that made me more excited. I could feel the head entering the tight crevice of her throat as she forced the stiffening shaft deeper.
She pulled her head away to let the swollen head of my cock slip from her mouth and swung her body around and straddled me. "Hey, you're not fucking me," she said as her ass bobbed up and down. "I'm doing all the work."
I pulled away from her, got up and walked away.
"Hey," she demanded, "don't you want to come?"
"Guess not," I said. "You just don't turn me on.
She began playing with herself. "You bastard. I'm all hung up and you just walk away like nothing happened."
I went into the shower, smiling. It was nice to know my wife would be all strung out for hours as she frequently had had me.
When I finished my shower and returned to my bedroom Ella's voice boomed from downstairs, "Hey, Diana's here. Let's get going, doll."
I picked up the bag Ella had apparently packed while I was in the shower and headed downstairs. Ella, Diana and Holly were at the bar in the living room, chatting. Holly spotted me and smiled pleasantly.
"Darling," Ella said, "we've met Holly." She was smiling sweetly. So was Diana.
Chapter Eight
Dawn was ready and waiting when we pulled up at her apartment and she piled into the back seat with Holly and Diana. Ella, beside me in the front seat, had insisted on mixing a shaker-ful of vodka martinis to take along in the car and she was presently occupied serving the drinks in paper cups. I put the car in gear and pointed its long maroon nose toward Boulder Highway.
"I hope Dave's boat sleeps six," Ella said as she passed a martini toward the rear of the car.
"Who's going to be sleeping?" Diana asked, and she gave me a sharp poke with her finger in the side as she leaned between the bucket seats to take the drink. Making certain I got her meaning, no doubt. I was beginning to be sorry already that I'd invited Holly along on the trip, for I was beginning to sense disaster. The cruise could very well turn rapidly into an orgy, considering the morals of the crew I'd assembled.
I began to wonder, as I guided the whining bomb at seventy miles an hour toward the lake, if that was not, after all, the real reason I had wanted Holly to come along. Thinking, perhaps, that the shock treatment of an orgy would be somehow therapeutic? Or were my motives really rooted in a simple, selfish desire to be with her during the weekend?
I fervently and silently hoped that it was the latter.
"Won't your husband mind about Dawn and me coming along with you, Mrs. Foster?" It was Holly's soft, warm voice, and I used her sudden question as an excuse to glance into the back seat and look at her. She was staring directly at me, her face illuminated and shadowed by turns as approaching cars roared along toward the lake. A small half-smile of understanding was on her lips and, again, I had the eerie sensation that she had been reading my thoughts. I returned my attention to the highway.
"Mind?" Diana laughed. "Are you serious? Let me tell you something about Dave Foster, Holly-honey: Dave Foster is the horniest son of a bitch in the county. Maybe the state. He'll mind you and Dawn coming along like he'd mind having a harem." It was plain that Diana was feeling the effects of the afternoon of bridge and booze just as thoroughly as was my wife.
Ella joined the conversation at that point and I tuned out all of them with an ease born of long experience and concentrated on my driving. Twenty minutes later, we parked in the lot by the marina and we were scouting the bar and restaurant for Dave. We found him, naturally, at the bar-the expected can of beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, toothy grin on his alcohol-flushed face.
"Jesus, Di!" He was addressing his wife, but his eyes were lewdly and openly exploring, practically simultaneously, the bodies of Holly and Dawn. "You brought goodies!"
It was quite obvious that Dawn McIntyre had not objected to his interested scrutiny in the least, for she stepped forward without hesitation, took his elbow lightly in her fingertips, and drew close enough to peck him playfully on the cheek. "Hi, Dave," she said, "I'm Dawn."
Dave eyed her enormous breasts with unconcealed admiration, then bent forward and whispered something quickly in her ear. Dawn giggled coyly and sat on the barstool beside him, looking expectantly about, the way a woman does who is waiting for someone to buy a drink. Dave took a step toward Holly but I anticipated his move and slipped smoothly between them.
"And this is Holly Holliston, Dave. She's one of my patients."
Dave gave me a look, saw the warning look in my eyes, and stopped moving toward her. "Glad to meet you, Holly," he said curtly, his eyes swinging back to mine almost immediately, then darting over the heads of our wives, nodding a quick greeting in their general direction. "How about you folks all having a drink on me before we haul ass, excuse me ladies, I mean anchor." He faced the bar again and ordered a round of drinks with considerable clamor.
When they arrived the two of us carried them to the nearby table to which the ladies had retreated, but not before Dave had time to spear me with an inquisitive and interested gaze and mumble, "What the fuck's with you?" in a harsh whisper.
I turned toward him, three of the drinks sweating against my fingers, and said quietly, "Nothing. Just stay away from her." He made a sour and mock-hurt face and I added quickly, "And it's not what you're thinking. She really is a patient."
He nodded, but there wasn't the slightest trace of belief in his expression. I followed him to the table, thoroughly sorry by now that I'd brought Holly along. It would only be a matter of time and opportunity before Dave Foster made a pass at her, and for a fleeting instant it seemed to me that perhaps Diana had been correct: I, for one, probably wouldn't be doing much sleeping this weekend. By the time I reached the table with my burden of drinks Dave had already captured the chair beside Holly and was leering up at me as if daring me to say something.
Diana correct again. He really was a son of a bitch.
"Where are we going?" Dawn was making a new play for Dave's attention, obviously not very happy about his selection of seats.
I took the one beside her and passed out the drinks. Ella and Diana had their heads together and were undoubtedly dismantling the reputation of some unfortunate bridge club member, oblivious for the moment to the rest of us at the table.
"Echo Bay," Dave said, delivering most of his answer to Holly, I noticed, rather than to Dawn. "I know a great little cove up there that's great for swimming. Clear as glass." He favored me with a short glance, and his expression made it equally clear as glass that he was immensely enjoying my discomfort at seeing him close to Holly. But his tone was friendly. "Some nice bass in the area, too, Doc. Bring your pole?"
"Never without it," I said crisply, sipping at my drink, daggering him with my eyes.
"Me neither," he replied, leering again. "I'd be lost without my pole." This last was directed to both Dawn and Holly, and he pressed the final word just an ounce-just enough to make his double meaning unmistakably plain -and then he roared with laughter and sucked noisily at his can of beer. The jukebox, bless some anonymous benefactor's heart, began seeping a slow rhythm into the room and I rose quickly and held a signaling hand toward Holly, already moving toward the dance floor.
She nestled into my arms and murmured softly against my ear, "Thanks. Is he always like that?"
I nodded. There really didn't seem to be any way to apologize for Dave Foster. "Would you rather not go through with this? I can take you back to town if-"
"And spend another weird weekend? No thanks. I'll take my chances." She nuzzled in more closely and her tone became warmer. "Besides, you'll be here ... and you're my doctor, Doctor." She dipped her head back a bit and smiled up at me in that magical way of hers. "Hey," she said suddenly, "I got an idea. Why don't you take me out and show me the boat? I've never been on anything bigger than a row-boat. It would be fascinating. Here comes Dave and Dawn toward the dance floor now. Tell him we'll meet them out at the boat."
Her eyes were sparkling with delight, like those of a child seeing a real live circus for the first time, and it was impossible for me to tell whether her anticipation was at the thought of seeing a cabin cruiser close up. I hoped the real reason was simply to give us a chance to be alone for one small moment of this weekend, but I couldn't be sure. I touched Dave on the shoulder as he folded Dawn into his huge arms, and told him where we were going. He looked genuinely startled at being outmaneuvered by this pipsqueak headshrinker, but he recovered quickly.
"I just ordered another round of drinks!" A frail try at stopping us, but a try, nonetheless.
"I'll leave some money on the table for them, but you two can drink ours. But don't be all night in here. We want to get on the water, okay?" I steered Holly back toward the table, put down a five-dollar bill, and with no little effort, hammered a wedge into the heated gossip session between a very drunk Ella and an even drunker Diana. I told them about taking Holly out to see the boat, but they both appeared much more interested in getting quickly back to their gleeful dissection-vivisection?-of whoever was the present subject of their conversation. For all I knew, or cared, it might have been me. Comparing obscene notes, perhaps, on my ability at fucking.
I took Holly boldly by the hand and led her outside, hoping Dave was watching and fairly certain that he was. We walked slowly toward where the cruiser was docked. It wasn't hard to spot-it was the biggest boat in the marina. A light breeze was stirring the water and I could hear it lapping gently at the pilings.
The distant music from the bar was fading gradually into silence.
"Cord?"
"Mmm?"
A few long slow, silent steps. Holly was staring straight ahead. Finally, she said, "Why wouldn't you tell me what I said while you had me hypnotized this afternoon?"
Her question caught me completely off guard but I tried desperately not to let my surprise show. "I told you all that after waking you up, I just didn't learn anything of value. You didn't say anything of any particular application to your case and, as I told you at the office, even if you had, I wouldn't be able to tell you about it until after I'd had an opportunity to analyze it very thoroughly. It's just standard procedure. People under hypnosis frequently have a tendency to fantasize, to tell the hypnotist what they think he wants to hear, even to the point of making something up. It takes time to separate the wheat from the chaff, as the saying goes." I was smiling and trying my best to sound very pleasantly professional. She seemed to buy the explanation.
"Well," I said, "this is it."
"Wow!" Holly stood in awe, staring at the cabin cruiser.
"Come on. I'll help you aboard." I put my hands on her tiny waist and supported her weight as she stepped to the deck. "What do you think of it?" I asked, joining her.
She scooted quickly from point to point on the boat, taking in the flying bridge, ducking her head through the cabin door, bouncing on the cushioned seats, and touching the highly polished hardware with an extended forefinger, testing for reality as she had done in my house.
Finally she sank onto the long rear seat that converted to a double bed. "It must have cost oodles, mustn't it?" She put her feet up and propped her head against the low rear railing of the craft, fixing her gorgeous brown eyes on mine.
"Seventeen thousand, with discount. No upper-middle-class American family should be without one." I moved toward the rear of the boat and Holly shifted her position slightly to make room for me to sit. "Dave is in the marine supply business, by the way. That's why the discount."
The look in her eyes told me quite clearly that she was not thinking about Dave Foster or seventeen-thousand-dollar cabin cruisers.
"Cord?" Her gaze shifted almost shyly away and she was watching ragged clouds skittering across the black sky behind me, somewhere just beyond my right ear. I felt her small warm hand creeping into mine and nestling there like a frightened sparrow. "Do you-do you like me, Cord? I mean-do you think you might? Do you think you could?"
She looked so utterly desirable, so vulnerable, so incredibly sweet in that moment that there was simply nothing I could do but what I did. I bent closer, very slowly, and placed my lips lightly on hers, feeling her body tense almost imperceptibly at the contact. Then she was returning the kiss, fiercely, passionately, wantonly, her arms locked tightly around me, pulling me close against the soft twin swells of her breasts.
She turned her head suddenly away, her body trembling in my arms. "Oh Cord. I ... I've never felt this way before. I don't understand what's happening to me. I feel so ... so ... cheap ... getting you out here like this. I just wanted to be with you. Just you ... just for a little while." She turned toward me again, her warm lips only inches from mine, her eyes searching mine with a desperate intensity and depth of emotion. It was almost as if she were changing from a child into a woman right before my eyes. Her eyes left mine briefly and then returned, a look to them that had never been there before, not in the short two days I had known her. "I want you to make love to me, Cord," she said.
I must have looked even more startled than I felt.
She brushed my lips with a feathery kiss and moved her mouth to my secret ear. "I mean I want you to fuck me, Cord. Does that sound more like the Holly you know? It has to happen. You know it has to. Sometime. Somewhere. Let it be now, Cord. I want it to be with a man like you. Fuck me, Cord." Her hand had slipped out of mine and was lightly but insistently caressing the hardened length of my cock swelling hotly along my thigh.
I could hardly believe this was happening. It was all wrong, just as it had been all wrong earlier, at the house. The wrong time and the wrong place. Four people who had no business in our lives were ready to spring upon us at any moment from their cave of alcoholic oblivion hardly more than three hundred yards away.
"Holly. Oh, dear sweet marvelous darling, we have to try to be sensible. We have to try. All those other people-" Her frantic lips were smothering my words in irrepressible desire.
"Screw all those other people, I don't care about them. I don't care, Cord. Let them come out here and find us together. I don't care. This is the very last time for two whole days that we will be alone. That's the only thing I care about." She pressed her mouth passionately to mine and her tongue, no longer timid in its penetration as it had been that afternoon, was suddenly thrusting hotly, seeking my own.
Her hand had somehow opened my fly and was tugging my partially swollen cock through the opening. In seconds, it stiffened to rocklike erection in the warm clasp of her fingers. She began gliding her hand gently up and down on the hard shaft, squeezing tenderly as she stroked, her tongue continuing its driving plunges in and out of my mouth. I freed myself long enough to whisper quickly, "Let's go down to the cabin."
She relaxed against me and I lifted her gently, her hand still gripped tightly on my cock, and carried her to the cabin, pushing the door closed securely behind us with my shoulder. I put her on the nearest bunk in the thick darkness that was softened only momentarily and sporadically as the drifting clouds exposed the moon and its cold light filtered through the small portholes in the bulkhead. I turned back to the door and shot the bolt lock, knowing, now, that Holly was right in everything she'd said a moment before, and realizing with a shock that I didn't care anymore than did she about those other people. Here, this moment, there was only the two of us, and the world outside this small bolted door had ceased to exist. I ripped out of my clothes and moved toward the bunk on which she lay.
I felt her soft hand touch my bare thigh and slide smoothly upward, moving slowly, crossing toward where my pulsing cock reared stiffly upward. Her fingers closed gently on the thick root of the shaft, squeezing tenderly, and then pressuring downward on it as the fingers of her other hand tickled lightly on my balls, moved between my legs and began feathering back and forth along the crack of my ass.
A moment later I felt the moist warmth of her mouth closing over the head of my cock and the slick hot pressure of her tongue massaging the sensitive flesh in rapid circular motions as she sucked slowly back and forth, gradually allowing more and more of the thick swollen shaft to sink more deeply between her lips. She continued to increase the speed of her sucking and the depth of the penetration and within moments the incredibly delightful sensation of her hot clasping mouth gliding swiftly back and forth on my bursting cock had driven me to the very brink of ejaculation. I pulled myself desperately away from her swiftly moving mouth and gripped her naked shoulders in my hands.
"No! Holly, no! Let me make love to you the other way. Let me fuck you, Holly!"
She threw her body against my lower torso, locking her arms tightly around my waist and pressing into me fiercely so that I could feel my blood-engorged organ throbbing hotly between us, snuggled firmly in the valley of warm velvet softness of her breasts. I ran my hands gently over her smooth warm flesh, soothingly, feeling her shuddering as she tried to subdue the rising panic that I knew was moving through her body as the full realization of what she had committed herself to with me began making her tremble violently in a very genuine fear.
The side of her head tight against my chest, she said quietly, intensely, into the darkness of the tiny cabin, "I want to, Cord. You know I want to. But I'm so frightened. Please try to understand." Her breath seared my flesh as she moved her lips lightly over my naked chest and I could feel the moistened crown of my erect penis rubbing with slippery smoothness against the soft satin of her throat each time she moved her head in frantic kisses. I put my lips to her hair, its fragrance sweetly powerful, filling the dark air of the small room.
"There's no need to be frightened," I whispered, cradling her head gently in both hands and holding her still against me. "I'll be very gentle... I promise."
My cock went on pulsing with excitement, gripped tightly by her lovely warm breasts, feeling as if it were about to explode at any moment and drench the naked flesh of her body with all the pent up fury of the hot liquid thickness boiling up in my balls.
Abruptly she moved and was holding my distended cock in both hands, the flaming pressure of her tongue licking wildly around and around the broad flaring head, the indescribably delicious sensation impossible to retreat from. I grabbed the railing of the top bunk in my fingers and held on with a fierce desperation, fighting to control my emotions, feeling the burning lust striving to overpower my senses and let her make love to me in the only way she knew how.
"Let me," Holly said softly, "Please, let me make you come in my mouth first." Her fingers squeezed tight on the turgid shaft of my cock and began gliding the taut flesh swiftly back and forth on the hard thick cylinder. Then plunging her lips over the crimson head, she sucked with an urgent intensity as she buried half of the swollen organ in the warm naked cavern of her mouth.
It was impossible to resist her. Somewhere in some remote dark recess of my soul I knew that it might be better for her if it happened this way. Perhaps she would need to have the knowledge of this final, singular indulgence of her obsession with fellatio in order for her truly to discover how much more infinitely satisfying sexual intercourse could be. With great tenderness I moved my hands again to her slowly moving head and began gliding rhythmically with her movements, losing myself in the fantastic pleasure of the unbelievable warmth of her mouth as it sucked voraciously at my prick, her tongue rotating completely around the glans at each backward motion of her lips.
One of her hands left the base of the thick shaft and crept slowly between my legs, tickling lightly along the fulcrum of my body as I stood tensely, feet apart, thrusting very gently in cadence with the gliding motion of her mouth on my cock. Then, startled beyond word or cry, I felt her finger probing gently into the tightly clenched opening between my buttocks, insinuating itself inexorably inward into the warm depths. She began massaging gently with the deeply embedded finger as her mouth continued its suction on the object of her desire, and the combined sensations almost immediately shattered the frail barrier behind which the intense pressure of the sperm awaited its release.
With a sudden and exquisite spasm that shuddered along the entire length of my tensed body my balls drew themselves tightly upward and I felt my cock jerk stiffly a half-instant before the dam ruptured and the hot white fluid began pumping in a pulsing tide from my body into hers, shooting out with incredible force as her finger slipped suddenly from inside me. The next moment her fingernails were biting deeply into the cheeks of my ass as she clenched her hands spasmodically, holding me fiercely against her. When she felt the sperm splashing hotly out on her tongue, Holly increased the wild sucking pressure of her mouth, gulping the gushing froth in a frenzy of abandon and excitement that was making her whole body writhe in ecstasy before me on the bunk.
My own excitement had reached such an intense pitch that the protruding rod of hardened flesh refused to soften more than halfway, and I could feel it drooping heavily downward as her lips slipped wetly over the swollen inflamed head, retreating. One of her hands moved to my waist and tugged gently at my body, urging me towards her, and a moment later our naked bodies were touching as we clutched tightly together in a long embrace, lying side by side on the small bed, oblivious to everything else in the world.
When awareness returned, the twin diesel engines of the cruiser were throbbing dully somewhere in the distance of the black night and a realization of what had happened and where we were gradually petrified my muscles and my brain. Great merciful Christ. We'd been discovered. My darling wife was somewhere up there above us, no doubt assembling some sort of makeshift battering ram with which to shatter the door this very moment and murder us both in our adulterous bed.
I shot upright on the bunk and slapped a hand out fiercely in the darkness of the cabin to awaken Holly. My hand found only the cool soft fabric of the blanket on which I was crouched, knees trembling with an idiocy of their own. Holly was gone.
And even more incredibly, my hand discovered as it explored further, I was no longer naked. I was wearing swimming trunks!
I sat immobile for a long moment, wondering vaguely if I were dreaming or perhaps just going quietly insane. A wild acid-rock rhythm had mingled abruptly with the sounds of the engines thrumming away to the rear of the cruiser and I remembered, with something less than glee, about Dave's recently installed stereo unit. Judging by the loud laughter that was filtering down from the deck, there were no battering rams under construction after all.
Steeling myself inwardly for what I expected would be a brutal confrontation with one Ella Masters-still trying to figure out what had happened to Holly and where the swimming trunks had come from that now girded my loins -I swung off the bunk bed and moved with wary feet toward the door of the cabin. I found the light switch and flipped it on. No Holly. My clothes were arranged neatly on hangers in the small cubicle at the bow of the cabin that served as a closet. What the fuck was going on? I turned the handle of the door and swung it slowly open, fully expecting to find Ella waiting just beyond it with a long and very sharp knife as I peeped out.
High-pitched laughter, with perhaps just a trace of derision, greeted my entrance back into the real world. It was Ella, and she was writhing to the rock music in the middle of the deck, swinging her ass in swift little rhythmic circles as the music pounded. Dave Foster was doing the same, a can of beer clutched in each hand. Ella's long first finger, its sharp nail a dagger in my guilt-ridden mind, was pointing directly at me and her mouth was open, shouting everyone's attention toward my figure in the doorway of the cabin.
"Hey, everybody! Dig! The iceman cometh!" She laughed uproariously and went on dancing. They were all in swimsuits, I noticed, swinging my eyes over the group, not finding Holly. Goddam. Where was she?
I felt bare toes tickling lightly in my hair and I glanced up automatically. It was Holly, wearing the most miniature bikini I had ever seen, standing above me on the flying bridge, one hand on the wheel of the boat, the other holding an ice-tingling glass down to me. I reached up and took it, too bewildered to do anything else, and stepped gingerly out onto the deck.
Diana and Dawn assaulted me simultaneously from their positions of ambush at the boat's small bar and practically dragged me bodily to the center of the deck, both of them bouncing their asses and tits in time to the music, urging me with their gesturing hands into some sort of comparable counter-rhythm. I complied, reluctantly, realizing that they were all completely and abominably drunk and that begging off would be out of the question. I shot a quick glance to the bridge and saw Holly watching, smiling with an almost obscene appreciation at my plight, and then she turned her attention back to guiding the slowly moving boat. Diana's voice brought me again into the three-sided dance.
"You really crashed, sexy," she said, leering lewdly as only Diana could, "Maybe it's those long nights you been spending lately, welcoming people home." She watched closely for a reaction but I didn't give her the pleasure of finding one.
I forced an imbecilic smile to my lips, drank deeply from the ice-clanking glass in one hand, and pretended to enter into the spirit of the occasion, letting my eyes stare quite openly at the hobbling breast-flesh of the two bouncing girls before me. I knew it was what they wanted me to do.
Once, as the driving rhythm of the music began to build in one of its many incredibly loud peaks, Dawn lowered her hands tightly to her sides and danced closely into me and then backwards again, but not before I felt her fingers toy momentarily at my crotch, jiggling my cock and balls in exactly the same way I remembered French girls in the whorehouses of Casablanca used to do in an obscene kind of invitation to fuck.
Mercifully, the music stopped. I took advantage of the slight pause the machine needed to switch to the next track to seek humbly my drunken host's forgiveness. I touched Dave's shoulder, drawing his gaze upward from its scrutiny of my wife's breasts as they stood chuckling loudly together, enjoying some private and no doubt dirty private joke.
"Welcome back to the orgy," Dave said, without any special effort at friendliness, dipping his beer can toward me.
"I just wanted to apologize for passing out on your party. Been keeping some long hours."
"Bet you have." Dave made no effort to conceal his meaning, even darting his eyes toward Holly's bikini-clad figure on the bridge, rolling them in a broad mugging expression, like a circus clown. Killing one of his beers in a single long, gulping swallow, he pitched the can over the side into the water, plunging both index fingers into his ears quickly, as though he'd thrown a grenade and was waiting for the explosion. I nearly hit him, but the fact that he was nearly twice as big as I was forestalled any such stupid heroics.
He stuck out his left hand, indicating the bar, and captured Ella neatly with his right. "Make yourself another drink, shrink. Your wife and me got things to talk about." They staggered toward the rear seat of the cruiser. Ella had simply stood the whole time staring at me through her alcoholic haze, neither damning nor praising, apparently determined to remain conscious until someone suggested fucking.
I whirled about and squeezed gently a very large tit and then a medium-sized tit-Dawn and Diana respectively-as I breezed past them on my way to the flying bridge. I had to find out very quickly why I didn't seem to be in any trouble with friend or wife. Dawn and Diana tried to follow me, each apparently thinking the tit-feel was an invitation. I hung on the ladder and waggled my fingers cheerily at them both, smiling broadly and even managing to come up with a lewd wink.
"Be back in a second, girls. The doctor has to check on his patient, and it ain't visiting hours." I nodded toward the stereo player. "Why don't you put something immortal in that noisemaker and we'll all dance when I return." I scurried up the ladder, but not quickly enough to escape a quick pat on the ass from one of them. I caught a glance at my wristwatch as I stepped off the ladder and discovered, with considerable surprise, that I'd been flaked out in the cabin for nearly two hours. Well. That explained the level of drunkenness that seemed to prevail below me, at least.
Holly was pretending to be severely engrossed in holding the cruiser on a steady line for the moon.
"Having fun?" she asked lightly, a tiny smile betraying the intent straight-ahead stare she was attempting to sustain.
"Would you mind, little lady," I said, picking up her empty glass and doing my best to conduct a very important conversation in what had to look like small chatter from the deck below, "telling me just exactly what the fuck is going on?" I flittered some fingers at the gaudy swimsuit I was wearing. "Like for example, where did I get this? And where pray tell have you been all this time?"
Holly, still smiling, and still staring straight at the moon, said, "I found the suit in one of the lockers. I'm really sorry about that, by the way. You really look terrible in it." Her eyes, finally, came to mine, and I felt very much like a snowman must feel in direct sunlight. "As for the other part of your question, I've been right here. Very primly right here, steering this little spaceship of ours for the moon, and trying to preserve my virginity-for you." When she saw me swing a hard knife of a look toward Dave below, she said, "Don't worry. So far he's only managed a couple of inept feels in not very important places."
I shook my head slowly, eyes on the glass in my hand, then back to hers. "I still don't get it. Did they come out to the boat and find that door locked or not? Did you fall asleep, too?"
Her gaze was back on the moon, and she corrected the cruiser's course, with considerable expertise that did not escape my admiration. "I've been learning how to drive a boat, too, of course. Otherwise, we'd long since have been on those rocks over there."
"You didn't answer my question, Holly." I rattled the fragments of ice in her glass, signaling for her attention.
"I thought you'd notice that."
"Well?"
"No," she said, memorizing the moon, "I didn't fall asleep." After a moment of concentration she got the boat back on line and looked over at me, a sadness coming into her eyes. "I just... I just sort of lay there with you, feeling very sorry. About the way I... I let you down. I was really very frightened, for all my bold talk. But I guess you know that."
I nodded and stepped toward the ladder. "I'll, uh, I'll get you a fresh drink." Foot-looking for the ladder step. Finding it. "Don't go away." She laughed at the absurdity of the remark. Her eyes were sparkling a bit again.
I was met at the bottom of the ladder by two very horny young women.
"Hey." It was Dawn, astonishingly drunk, pressing gigantic breasts into my chest. She was ducking her head rather broadly in the general direction, give or take ten or twenty degrees on the compass, of the bridge. One of her hands was petting quite boldly at my cock. "What's she got that we haven't got down here? And twice as much of?"
"Sobriety," I said, more crisply than I'd intended, and was unable to think fast enough to find a way to turn it into a joke that would sooth the feathers.
"Shit," said Diana, "you mean virginity, don't you, Doctor? Mmm?" She gave me a sharp elbow in the ribs that hurt and I nearly backhanded her. Somehow I found the imbecilic grin again.
I showed them the glass in my hand. "Just let me deliver a quick snort to the driver, girls. Then we'll dance. But please do something about that." I directed their attention to the stereo, which was still pulsing hard rock music at a volume that was vibrating the fillings in my teeth. "Play something soft and celestial. Then we can touch one another." I winked at them, shot a fast look toward the rear of the boat to get a progress report on my wife, and exited up the ladder after mixing two of the fastest vodkas-and-nothing that were ever poured.
By the time I reached the bridge and found my balance a for-lovers-only album was weeping out at the night from the speakers of the boat, and I saw Dawn prying Dave out of a tight clinch with Ella and pulling him toward the open deck area. Ah, young love. Ella looked rather pissed. She was apparently still alert enough to realize she needed to roll out the heavy artillery. I saw her beginning to struggle out of her swimsuit. Christ!
Holly took one of the drinks from me. "Your wife's getting naked," she said, sipping.
"I know." I leaned over the windscreen, enjoying the sobering feel of the slipstream feathering on the face, wondering how many seconds I'd have alone here before Diana broke us up. "So tell me the rest. How did you manage to save our lives?"
She was smiling at the moon. "It was easy. Except for getting you into that swimsuit. That was very hard."
"You must have been exhausted."
"I guess I was. I just decided to let you sleep. After I made you look decent, of course. And I wandered on back to the bar and they all said where's Cord? And I said Cord decided to take an illegal swim off the end of the pier and that since I didn't swim I thought I'd come on back and get drunk with them. And they said 'crazy.' I told you it was easy."
I stared openly and admiringly at her for a moment, then saluted her inventiveness with the vodka and drank.
"Hey!" It was Dave, not Diana. Surprises were assaulting me from every side this night. He was hanging with what appeared to be considerable effort on the top of the ladder. One finger pointing insistently toward shore. "That's it, angel-ass. The cove I was telling you about. Point in the nose and just cut the switch. She'll drift in about right. Then drop the anchor. Help her, shrink." His head vanished.
Yes, sir, Captain, sir. You silly bastard.
"Let's go in bare-assed, ladies!" I heard him shouting below, and then the sound of flesh slapping on flesh. "Ella's already in uniform!"
There were sounds of bodies splashing somewhere below.
Chapter Nine
"The idiots," Holly was saying, listening to the frolicking in the water far below us. "They're all drunk. They'll drown themselves."
"Let's hope," I offered, not very humanely. Reaching out a hand to take her glass, crude visions were rising in the mind. My wife's hand tugging at Dave's giant cock somewhere in the water below. Female squeals in the soft night air.
"Comes the orgy?" Holly asked, peering ahead, watching scudding clouds trying to beat the moon to the horizon.
I nodded. "Comes the orgy." I started for the ladder with our empty glasses and went down to the bar, Holly following close behind. The cruiser bobbed in the water, pulling at its anchor, making me feel drunker than I thought I should be. Two quick splashes of vodka into the sweating glasses.
Holly took one small sip and set the glass down firmly and with a certain finality on the bar, her eyes level on mine. "I won't run away anymore, Cord," she said softly. We stood there in the light of the dying moon, both frozen suddenly in the knowledge that it would be now. Now. And to hell with everybody and everything else.
I put my drink carefully beside hers on the bar and we moved as one toward the cabin door, clinging tightly to one another. I could feel the slight trembling of her body against me as she struggled with the fear that was already beginning to rise within her, competing again with her equally strong desire to become a woman. I no longer had any doubts about which emotion would triumph.
I closed and bolted the door behind us, shutting out the laughing and splashing and squealing of the people in the water, but the music from the for-lovers-only album was moving softly and dimly in the small confines of the cabin. I turned to her and Holly was in my arms, her warm mouth searching for my own. As we held our lips in a long kiss, I unsnapped the band of her bikini top and felt her lovely warm breasts, the nipples fiercely erect and pressuring tautly against the bare skin of my chest, spilling softly from the loosened cloth.
My hands glided smoothly over the delightful curves of her body, slipped beneath the elastic band of the thin material of the panties and pushed them slowly down over the firm swelling mounds of her buttocks. My cock had stiffened and was trying desperately to jerk itself erect inside the swimming trunks. As Holly stepped from the bikini bottoms I shoved the trunks off and moved forward, taking her again in the close circle of my arms and backing her slowly toward the bunk. We stood at the edge of the small bed for a long moment, tongues plunging hotly together, the trembling of her body gradually dissipating as her fear subsided. And then she broke away from the kiss and put her head gently, lightly, on my shoulder. Her breath warm against my flesh, I became intensely aware of the rigid cock angling sharply upward between us and throbbing hotly against her stomach.
"Please be gentle," she said. "You promised you would be gentle." She lay back on the bunk bed, the light from the dying moon showing me the grey outline of her body as she reclined.
I sat on the edge of the bunk and leaned toward her, touching her lips lightly with mine, increasing the pressure very slowly until I felt her beginning to respond, returning the kiss with pressure of her own, and my hand moved very slowly upwards until it covered the swelling firm globe of one of her breasts, the nipple forcing itself stiffly into my palm.
I inserted my tongue between her lips, stroking smoothly in and out until I felt her darting her tongue delicately in response. Her hand fluttered nervously along my thigh for an instant and drew itself nearer to my cock. She closed her fingers on the pulsing, hard shaft, holding it very gently, almost fearfully in their tender grasp, then she began sliding the skin up and down with almost infinite care, applying a very slight pressure with just her fingertips. I moved my hand from her breast, sliding it down, down, across her flat stomach to the soft tangle of hair. Her thighs closed in reflex as my insistent fingers plunged toward the warm secret place of her body. I could feel her hand squeezing in a fierce, panicky grip on my stiffened cock. She tore her mouth suddenly from mine and plunged her face against my neck, her whole body beginning to shudder violently as she fought for control.
"Oh, Cord. I'm so afraid. I'm sorry I'm such a sissy. Please try to understand."
"I do, Holly. Oh, God, I understand. Just don't be afraid. Please. Open your legs, Holly. That's it. See ... now relax. There."
Her thighs began to open, slowly, as she shyly but determinedly began to relax again beside me, and I slipped my hand over the soft silken mound of her virgin pussy. Its heat rose incredibly, fiercely hot to the flesh of my fingers as I stroked, caressed her gently and rhythmically, feeling her going more and more limp, the tenseness leaving her body as her lips returned to mine and her fiery tongue plunged in and out of my mouth in a miniature imitation of the act of love.
My middle finger curled until its tip was touching her clitoris and I could feel the tiny organ beginning to swell beneath the caress, betraying her rising passion, and her hips began rotating in a slow gentle rhythm as I rubbed gently at her hardening little bud, returning my pressure timidly at first and then more boldly as her excitement increased. I slipped my finger further downward, feeling the slick moistness gathering between the soft hot outer lips of her cunt, and placed just the tip of my finger to her vaginal opening and pressed gently inward half an inch, then quickly retreating, like someone testing the temperature of hot water. I darted the fingertip swiftly back and forth, parting the slippery inner lips a bare fraction of an inch at each thrust, aware of her rapidly rising excitement as she experienced a sensation she had never felt before. Her buttocks thrust lightly up to meet the tiny penetrations of my finger and her mouth was pressed powerfully against mine as her body writhed about on the bunk.
I stretched out beside her on the bed, my towerlike prick swinging heavily in the air, angling out above my belly, and I pulled her body gently over onto mine. I was nearly maddened to the point of rape as I felt the bared swollen crown of my cock brushing lightly against the insides of her warm velvety thighs. The knowledge of her seething moist virgin cunt spread there an inch from the tip of my turgid prick, hovering just above it, waiting only for one simple thrust of my hips, was almost more than I could bear.
Holly crouched in the warm darkness of the cabin, her weight on her knees and elbows, feeling the erect male organ touching hotly at her flesh, not knowing quite what to do, nuzzling me experimentally with her lips, letting her weight drop lower a bit until she felt the head of my cock nudging gently against her soft furry-rimmed cunt, then retreating abruptly, frightened away by a sensation she could neither understand nor reject. I put my hands on the cheeks of her unbelievably perfectly formed ass and held her firmly in position, not forcing her toward me but simply preventing her from escaping.
"I'm so small there. And you feel so ... so huge. Will it hurt me, Cord?"
She was whispering very softly as she went on nuzzling frantically at my mouth. And she went on dipping her buttocks lightly against my cock, pressing back until she could feel the broad tip spreading the outer lips of her cunt, slipping hotly inward just an inch, just enough so that we could both feel the blunt end pressuring gently against the virgin entrance.
Her small hand moved back timidly, yet with a certain wantonness she could not control, and closed tightly around my rampant cock, guiding it from where it surged now against the furrow of her ass until, by raising herself upward a tiny bit, she felt the sticky flaring crown slide again into position for penetration.
The pink, petal-like inner lips of her virgin cunt began spreading gently wider as the hot slippery head of my cock moved slowly forward. She tensed the muscles of her ass in sudden panic, still trembling violently with desire, the disproportionate size of the organ becoming more and more apparent as she pressed it deeper into her body a tiny fraction of an inch at a time. The burning lips of her pussy enclosed the swollen head like a sucking mouth, trying to draw it further inside, the simultaneous pleasure and pain of the experience nearly driving her wild with lust and ecstatic agony as she moved her hips in a gentle rotation, her tight little cunt gripping the huge hardness of the head like a fierce little fist. I could feel the flesh of her body stretching as she opened little by little and the rigid column of hard cock slipped deeper inside. It lay lodged against her maidenhead now, throbbing violently* pulsing with a vibrant intensity of its own, and Holly's buttocks contracted involuntarily as though her body were preparing to repulse this giant invader.
But I knew and she knew that she would have it, that she had to have it all inside of her, every inch of it buried completely to the hilt, even if she died in the process. She forced her mouth more tightly to mine, crushing away the moan of pain rising from her throat at the unexpected pressure of the penetration into her body.
I held myself steady, with a supreme effort of will, waiting until she was ready, and then Holly began slowly moving her firm little ass back and forth, riding very gently on just the first few inches of my rock-hard prick, caressing the head tenderly with the sweet soft lips of her pussy that were growing steadily more moist and slick as her bravery and excitement rapidly increased. The low moaning deep in her throat was no longer a moan of pain as she began moving faster. I could feel her body thrilling with ecstasy as the hard slippery head of my cock massaged her clitoris with every backward and forward motion of her now swiftly moving ass.
Then, biting savagely at my shoulder and gripping my arms tightly, she gathered together all her courage and drove her weight downward on the stiff prick lodged in her cunt. She gasped and nearly screamed as her hymen gave way and her pussy, as tight as a clenched fist, captured nearly six inches of the thick muscular shaft in her frantic downward plunge. It was the end of the world striking in a blaze of ecstasy, her body feeling split in two and yet whole for the first time in her entire nineteen years of life. She lay against me breathing hard, absolutely still for a frozen moment, lost in the delicious pleasure of feeling the hot pulsing thickness of the prick that had made her a woman.
Again she moved and, reaching back almost shyly in her curiosity, she touched my warm balls gently and then moved her fingers upwards to clasp tentatively at the thick base of the shaft of my cock, as though by touching she would verify this reality of my cock filling her warm cunt just as she had touched and verified as true so many other things this day. She squeezed lightly at the hard hairy flesh, feeling it jerk in response all along its length, the huge head lurching wildly deep inside her.
I gripped the cheeks of her ass more firmly in my hands and pulled her tightly down against me, seating the final inch of hard cock in her marvelously tight pussy.
Her body was shuddering lightly beneath my hand, but her trembling was from her rising passion and excitement, I knew, rather than from fear. Her fear had fled as the delicious sensations of the pressure of my hard cock filling her cunt began moving through her, slowly at first as the pain began to subside and then more rapidly as the pain was replaced by the unutterable pleasure of the experience. She plunged the hot flame of her tongue swiftly in and out of my mouth and started rocking rhythmically back and forth, perhaps only an inch at first, then two inches, then more and more quickly, her lovely little ass flying in the darkness of the cabin, stroking the incredibly tight sheath of her pussy along the full thick stiffened length of the fiercely erect organ.
She tore her mouth suddenly from mine, gasping for breath, and her head tossed wildly from side to side as she plunged her ass faster and faster, driving my throbbing prick in and out of her body in a desperate wantonness. I could feel her beautiful round buttocks clenching spasmodically in my hands each time she stroked forward, gliding along the slippery shaft until only the head remained in her, the muscular ring of her cunt gripping the neck so tightly it was nearly a physical pain.
"Oh, God, Cord. It feels so ... so nice!" She increased the speed of her movements and I held her ass firmly and began thrusting from below, jamming my inflamed cock into her belly in a frenzy as I felt the orgasm gathering in my loins, determined to bring her to climax before my ejaculation struck.
She began writhing uncontrollably above me as she felt herself beginning to come, the new sensation and excitement of it almost more than she could bear, whipping her ass frantically back and forth and then from side to side, ever more swiftly, moaning her pleasure, digging her sharp fingernails into the flesh of my shoulders, oblivious of everything now but the electric thrilling of her body. She suddenly collapsed against me as her orgasm exploded upon her, making her tight little pussy clench and unclench on the jerking hardness of my cock as the tidal wave of emotion burst and my sperm began gushing into her belly, spurting endlessly and hotly upward, bathing the sucking walls of her cunt with the white fiery fluid as I went on fucking wildly into her, holding her ass crushed against my savagely thrusting hips.
Holly held herself gripped tightly against me, gasping softly, her body shuddering from the intensity of the pleasure. After a long quiet moment she began to relax, melting herself to me, her legs spread wide, my still-rigid cock pulsing against the hot inner flesh of her cunt.
"Thank you, Cord," she whispered softly. "Thank you for making me a real woman. I've been so long becoming one." She was quiet again, breathing slowly against my chest, her fingers brushing lightly on my shoulders. We lay for a long while, gently caressing one another, my cock slowly softening in the grip of her cunt and slipping heavily out.
The sudden loud stamping and laughter just beyond where we lay in our embrace told me the worst: the orgy was moving back on board. A moment later I heard Dave swearing drunkenly something about "shitty music" and his bare feet slap-slapped closer as he moved to the stereo unit. The tape ended in mid-note and I could hear the sharp click as Dave jammed another cartridge into place.
One tiny mind-shattering second later we were hearing Holly's soft, small voice coming from the loudspeakers of the cruiser.
I knew at once what had happened-Ella had thrown her hard rock tapes into the swiftly packed suitcase to bring along for the weekend and the tape of Holly's session under hypnosis had been among them on the nightstand in the bedroom. The sickening knowledge paralyzed me with shock for the space of one slow breath. Then I moved, my nakedness forgotten, meaningless, racing for the door of the cabin. Holly mustn't hear this. Not here. Not like this. Merciful Christ! I slammed open the door and sprang out on deck. It was woefully loud and plain out here.
Holly's eight-year-old little-girl voice: "He's petting my hair now. It feels nice. He isn't nice to me very often."
Dave, numb now with alcohol, had finally realized he wasn't hearing rock music and he pulled the cartridge from the machine before I reached him. Thank god.
And then Holly, coming forward very slowly, her body beautifully and unembarrassedly naked, said softly, "Put it back in, Dave. I want to hear it."
Chapter Ten
It was very quiet on the deck of the cruiser. The bright patterns of a billion stars wheeled against the black satin backdrop of space, bathing the scene before me in pale, cold light. Holly had neither moved nor spoken as she sat curled in a tight little ball beside me, listening to the tape reveal its terrible secret. Now it was over and the only sound I was aware of was my own breathing as I watched the young girl closely, not knowing what reaction to expect. She sat quite still for a long moment, her eyes on the panorama of stars sweeping from horizon to horizon.
I glanced toward the rear of the boat and saw Diana had passed out, momentarily at least, her naked body spread-eagled on a blanket face up, her cunt pouting invitingly open. Fallen asleep awaiting her turn, I supposed. Her husband was presently engrossed in fucking Dawn, or more accurately, being fucked by Dawn, for he was seated on the rear seat of the craft with my receptionist straddling him, driving her ass rapidly up and down on his gigantic stiff cock. My wife was crouched between his spread legs, gripping the wrist-thick base of the incredibly long shaft in one hand as Dawn plunged wildly away on the rest of it. Ella's mouth was busy trying to suck one of his huge balls between her lips. I looked quickly away.
Holly was stating at me, an odd expression on her face, her lips quivering almost imperceptibly. Now she had the truth. About herself and about her father. And it was apparent from the look in her eyes that she still did not know herself how she might react to it. And then her body, perhaps to save her mind, made the decision for her. A look of unbelievable wantonness and lust suddenly came into her eyes as she grabbed my soft cock and began massaging it almost violently. She locked her mouth on mine and began sucking wildly at my tongue, grinding her warm lips fiercely against me, her hot little hand flashing back and forth on the quickly stiffening flesh of my prick. Then she straddled me in exactly the same position Dawn was in on Dave's lap and buried my hard cock full-length in her sperm-slick cunt with one savage downward plunge of her torso.
Writhing in ecstasy the instant she felt the throbbing shaft lodged in her tight pussy, she bounced with such violence I could do little more than hang on to her wildly bouncing ass and let her take her pleasure. She came within seconds but the fierce pummeling of her cunt on my cock did not slacken or hesitate. She plunged even more quickly on the rigid muscle, clawing frantically at my back, driving herself onward to a second orgasm that struck like lightning a bare few moments later. She paused, frozen for an instant in the ecstasy of it on the upstroke, and she writhed about on the head of my prick, her buttocks clenching and unclenching, sending a powerful gripping pressure to the muscles of her cunt.
The pressure abruptly vanished. She had pulled herself from off my rampant cock and was running toward the rear of the boat. I whirled, seeing the reason at once. Dave and Dawn had finished fucking and he was standing up, his half-erect cock jutting out from his body like a giant sausage, a drop of sperm swinging from its massive crimson head. Holly dropped to her knees in front of the monstrous organ and was forcing the swollen crown between her lips in a frenzy of lust. Both her hands gripped one behind the other on the softening shaft, bobbing her head swiftly back and forth in a frantic effort to suck the rubbery flesh into erection.
I watched in fascinated horror and disgust- yet feeling something like pity at the same time -as my lovely Holly sucked more and more of Dave's enormous cock into her mouth. The organ gradually began stiffening again, swelling thicker and thicker, growing so unbelievably huge that Holly slowly began to retreat from the pressure of the hardening flesh. Slipping her soft wet lips back over the flaring, jerking head and licking voraciously with her long tongue, she slid it swiftly back and forth on the underside of the glans.
Her eyes were wide and looked nearly insane with desire and lust as she lapped at the mammoth prick rearing up angrily out of her hands. Holly lay back suddenly on the deck of the cruiser, her thighs wide apart, her ass raised slightly, offering her tiny soft pussy boldly to the panting naked man before her whose gigantic cock jutted out as stiffly and thickly as a cannon. A moment later I saw my wife move to Dave's side and grip his prick tightly in one hand and bend it forcibly downward, urging him forward toward Holly's waiting, willing cunt.
It was simultaneously the most terrible and yet the most exciting scene I had ever witnessed. I was as frozen in place by the sight as I had been by the sight of my own wife being fucked by that giant organ. My own prick was still tensely rigid, throbbing desperately for release, and as I watched the macabre scene of my wife and Dave advancing on the once childlike Holly, I knelt suddenly between the widespread legs of Diana and slipped my pulsing cock slowly into her open and inviting cunt. She did not awaken, but moaned softly, pleasurably, in her sleep and began squirming gently from side to side as the hard shaft glided deeply into her body. I stroked very slowly in and out of the slippery furnace between her thighs, my eyes locked in fascination on the lewd scene a few feet away.
Dave had lowered himself to his knees and was moving inexorably forward, his thick pole of a cock guided firmly and expertly by my wife's hand until the huge head nudged against Holly's once-virginal pussy. Holly reached out and closed her hand on the monster, clasping just behind the swelling crown, pulling the mammoth rod fiercely forward until the outer blonde-fringed lips of her cunt began to spread before the assault. Wider and wider they parted as the enormous cock pressed inward and, watching wide-eyed, it was impossible for me to believe that her tight little vagina could open sufficiently to take even the head of such an organ into it. But there was not the slightest trace of fear or doubt on Holly's face.
She was enveloped in the throes of a passion so great and perhaps mad that she knew nothing that moment except that she wanted it inside her. She would have it buried in her flaming cunt if it split her asunder in the process. Her lips were moist and parted and she was breathing so hard and fast that her intense excitement transmitted itself like a tangible force to where I lay thrusting insanely into the cunt of an unconscious woman.
Diana had begun moving her hips in rhythm, even though she appeared to be still fast asleep, and the rhythm gradually increased as I stroked my cock more quickly in and out, watching in disbelief as Holly forced her gorgeous ass upward and the bloated bulb of Dave's giant prick ripped forward and disappeared into her widestretched pussy. I could hear her groaning, but it was a groan of rapturous ecstasy, not pain.
Ella suddenly released her hold on the prick and lay down on her back, pushing her head up between the two fucking bodies. I saw her tongue shoot out and lick wildly up and down the entire length of the throbbing thick shaft that was driving into Holly's sperm-soaked stretching cunt a tiny fraction of an inch at a time. Holly had elevated her ass several inches into the air to meet the thrusting log of stiff cock and I watched in astonishment and with an inexplicable inner excitement as my wife's long lapping tongue moved to the girl's buttocks and began thrusting in and out of her asshole. Holly was writhing about in an agony of delight and lust, impaled on nearly half of the massive organ driving more deeply into her cunt with every passing moment.
Diana came fully awake at that moment and I felt her legs locking themselves behind my back as she increased the speed of her thrusting ass, grinning lewdly up at me and fucking against me with such abandon and in such an obvious pitch of excitement that I suddenly realized she had been playing possum from the start.
Holly, I saw at a sudden glance, had accomplished the impossible. Dave's gigantic swollen cock was lodged entirely inside her body and she was twisting wildly about on the deck of the cruiser, thrashing her arms and legs at the almost unendurable pleasure of the sensation of the fantastically thick shaft pressuring against the walls and depths of her cunt. She began shooting her ass rapidly back and forth, the slippery lips of her pussy sucking voraciously at the hardened flesh as Dave shoved savagely in and out of her belly in such long fierce lunges that I could only watch the incredible display in disbelief.
Diana was moaning loudly beneath me as her climax approached, and she increased the speed and power of her thrusting ass and gripped her hands tightly on my arms as I felt her cunt start clasping spasmodically on my plunging prick in orgasmic reflex. The muscular clenching at my cock, coupled with the sight before me of the gorgeous young girl being fucked by this mammoth rod vanishing into her belly so fantastically deep that I imagined I could see the flesh of her flat stomach expanding upward at every thrust. I began fucking faster, deeper, into Diana's fiery cunt, feeling the ejaculation boiling up in my balls and bursting hotly along the rigid length of my lunging cock to explode with savage fury in powerful spurts from the jerking tip. Diana screamed in the rapture of her orgasm and went on plunging her ass endlessly back and forth on my lurching cock, sucking every drop of sperm up and out into the hot cavern of her passionately clasping cunt.
So incredibly excited with lust had I become that when I withdrew from Diana's body and rolled over on my back on the blanket my cock still reared stiffly upward, as rigid as an iron rod, and I gasped harshly for breath, feeling the leaden weight of my cock throbbing intensely in the cool night air.
I glanced up, aware of a sudden movement nearby, and saw that Dave had lifted Holly in his arms and was lumbering toward me as she continued plunging her ass swiftly on his enormous prick, her legs drawn up and locked around his waist. He stood astride me for a moment, giving me a good view of Holly's horribly stretched pussy lunging like a softly bearded mouth along the unbelievable length of the pulsing shaft. Then he moved with her, lowering the girl gently toward my lower torso and with a start I realized Ella had come with them, her eyes lewdly wild with lust, and she was bending my rampant cock upright, guiding it as she had guided Dave's, pointing it directly at Holly's still-virginal anus. A half-breath later, the sperm-slick crown popped into her asshole as Holly drove downward on the shaft of the giant prick she was riding in a frenzy, moaning loudly as the thrill of the sensations whipped like electric shocks through her body.
It was a sensual nightmare. I lay completely immobile under the heavy weight of Dave's huge body, feeling the head of my cock plunging in and out of the tightly constricted rectum of the young girl I knew I still loved in some incredible way. My wife's hand was squeezing the stiff shaft in a grip of steel, jacking me off furiously. Holly's shapely body went on pounding mercilessly up and down on the column of hard flesh gorging her cunt, squealing with greater delight at each downstroke as she felt the tip of the rigid intruder rip between the cheeks of her ass and lodge firmly inside her.
Dawn and Diana roused themselves from the sweet lethargy of their recent fucking and raced to join the orgiastic fray. I watched, nearly numb with lust and astonishment, as Diana dragged frantically at Ella's lower torso, pulling it out at right angles to my own, pressed her thighs wide apart, and began licking ravenously at her pussy.
I hardly had time for my mind to assimilate what my eyes were seeing before Dawn suddenly straddled my head so her cunt was toward my face and I could feel the soft globes of her ass resting lightly on my chest as she supported most of her weight on her knees. The lips of her black-fringed pussy pouted slightly open and I could see the pink inner lips glistening wetly with the remnants of Dave's recent ejaculation.
Dawn smiled broadly, put her hands beneath her enormous hot satin breasts, and bounced them lightly up and down as she jiggled her ass wickedly against my chest and inched her sperm-drenched cunt closer to my mouth, making her intention crystal clear.
As overcome as I was with lust, I hardly hesitated and plunged my head forward into the hot sticky wetness of her cunt, driving my tongue outward, lapping swiftly at her erected clitoris. Dawn's body tensed with pleasure as she moaned out her delight and thrust her hips in quick short jerks against my mouth.
My mind was elsewhere, somewhere behind the squirming woman above me. I realized that I had abruptly set my own hips into motion, shoving fiercely upward to sink my cock deeper into Holly's incredibly tight asshole at each downward stroke she made on Dave's massive organ. I could hear her frenzied breathing, punctuated with high-pitched squeals of pleasure, growing in intensity as she increased the speed of the frantic pumping movements of her cock-gorged cunt and ass. Both Dave and I realized that she was starting to come as we both lunged powerfully in response to her frenzied fucking, driving our inflamed cocks as deeply as they would reach inside her writhing body.
I drove my swirling tongue between the hot slippery inner lips of Dawn's cunt and began thrusting it quickly in time with the fierce thrusting of my prick in and out of Holly's tightly gripping asshole, feeling the throbbing head riding deeply upward into the dark depths of her seething hot bowels. I felt out with one hand, reaching for Diana's cunt with the intention of finger-fucking her to climax along with the other five of our tightly linked bodies, but it came to rest on top of an ass, and I realized that the two women were in the sixty-nine position, eating voraciously at one another's pussy.
Dawn's thighs gripped tightly against my head as her climax began to strike and she put both her hands in my hair and pulled my mouth as close as it would go, pushing her buttocks rapidly back and forth so that the flaming sheath of her cunt slipped on my tongue as though it were a limp cock. Her orgasm whipped her body tensely erect above me at the very instant I felt the tremendous pressure of Dave's gigantic cock jerk powerfully against my own violently throbbing organ and begin spurting its load of burning liquid far up inside Holly's passion-inflamed pussy. My own prick exploded like a skyrocket in the fierce grip of Holly's asshole and she screamed aloud as the hot juices streamed upward from the pulsating cocks on which she was impaled.
Holly crashed down one final time and held herself tightly there against us, embedding our cocks as deeply into her body as they would go, her orgasm wracking every muscle of her being, savoring the sensation of the hot sperm splashing on and on into her cunt and ass. And a moment later, she went completely limp, fainting dead away. Dave held her upright with his big hairy hands until we both finished ejaculating.
As absolute exhaustion overtook me, I followed Holly gratefully into a deep, in dreaming sleep, knowing she had found her own cure for the problem that had plagued her since childhood.
Chapter Eleven
I awakened to the sound of the water slapping against the boat and the chill fog starting to settle over desk furniture and my still naked body. Diane, Dave and Ella, I discovered, had curled up together below deck but Holly was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a piece of paper wedged in the cabin door with a hastily scribbled note:
Dear Cord, I told you I had to go home, and now is about as good a time as any. I am grateful to you for making a woman out of me. Everything seems eventually to work out for the best so I suppose it was best that I heard the tape recording as I did. Whether you planned this weekend as a total cure or not doesn't matter. It worked. I hope you have information enough for your "Holly Chapter" in the book. I'll check the library every once in a while to see if a dull technical book comes out under the name of Doctor Cordell Masters, and to see if a gal named Holly(no names used, right?) is included. I suppose I'll recognize myself. Thanks, again, Doc. Lotsa love, HOLLY.
I learned the next day that she had swum ashore to the cove and walked to the marina where she caught a ride into town. No one knew with whom, but they remembered the girl ... the way her wet clothes had clung to that magnificent body.
There was, for many months, a deep aching throb in my groin when I permitted my thoughts to wander to that lovely hot working mouth and the virginal cunt I had assailed. But I never expected to hear from Holly again.
I retired Dawn as my receptionist, telling her I was thinking of closing my office, and gave her a month's pay so she would be less apt to create further problems for me. At last report, she had opened a massage parlor which specialized in unusual treatment for a price. I imagined she was making a bucketful of money.
My next receptionist was new only in the fact that I had just hired her. She was in her late fifties broad and ugly. I knew I'd never be tempted in my most hard up moments, to screw her on the desk. Her name was Miss Cross, and it fitted her to a tee.
It was a few days before Christmas and, routinely, holiday cards came to the office from past and present patients. Miss Cross opened them and I glanced through the pile with little or no interest. This year, however-three years after Holly had fled from my life-one caught my eye. The envelope was a delicate violet and the handwriting was a graceful scroll.
I took the card from the envelope and with trembling hands opened it. It was signed, Holly. The envelope bore a California address and there was a handwritten message on the back of the card. Holly wrote that she was well and happy living on the West Coast. She invited me to look her up if I ever happened to be out that way. I had never had occasion to travel west but I tucked the address away in my wallet "just in case," thinking that I might one day drop her a note.
Year blended into year and one patient gave way to another. I spent spare hours working on the book I had always planned to write and- surprises of surprises-one day it was actually finished. The publisher liked it and there was a minimum of rewrite so it hit the stands in almost record time. It was, as I had predicted, not a best seller but it did create a flurry of interest among my colleagues, and I was invited to address a convention of psychiatrists in San Francisco.
Since it was only a short hop from Southern California to the Bay Area, I routed my flight to Los Angeles and made arrangements to rent a car for a few days. I didn't believe that Holly would still be at the address she'd sent long ago on the Christmas card, but I knew I had to try to find her. I asked for and got directions to Hollywood. The building I sought was just a block off Sunset Boulevard. It was plain beige, faced with marble veneer and looked like a smart, rather expensive apartment house. Small gold-plated and brilliantly polished numerals gave the information that it was 890. There was no name on the structure.
I rang the bell, and a man answered my ring. I asked if there was someone named Holliston in the building.
"Yes! Oh, my, yes," he smirked. He asked if I had an appointment
"Well-no-I don't," I admitted.
"Mmm," he said disapprovingly, "will you tell me who's calling?"
"A friend-an old friend," I stammered.
He disappeared, returning shortly to say I could enter. There was a Victorian-type desk in the foyer that was white with gold trim. The walls were covered with a deep red velveteen paper and the room reeked of ostentatious luxury.
A blonde with large boobs entered. "Fifty dollars in advance, please," she snapped.
I nervously peeled off the money and gave it to her. I sat on a pink furry couch and tried to avoid the frankly inviting eyes of the blonde, wondering what the hell was going on. A small chime sounded and the blonde stood up. She wriggled deeper into her abbreviated uniform as she tugged slightly at the skirt around her beautiful ass. With an inviting smile and a purr in her voice she suggested that I follow her.
Since my breakup with Ella I'd been having difficulty raising an erection. Maybe Holly would be able to help me get my manhood back in shape, I thought as I followed the blonde.
We stepped in front of a gold colored door and the girl opened it. "Please sit down," she said, indicating a plush chair. "We'll be right with you."
I looked around and noticed that the entire room was a duplicate of my old office, including the paintings on the wall. As I wondered about this a door to the left of the desk opened and a tall slender woman approached. My heart leaped in my throat and I felt an old familiar stirring in my groin.
"Hello," purred the lovely, perfumed creature. "I understand you're an old friend of mine. It's good we can start off feeling like old friends. I'm here to help you. We're all troubled and mostly we're troubled because of our relationship with other people ... our ability to love or be loved."
I leaned closer, trying to get a better look but only getting a heady draft of her perfume as she leaned back farther into the shadow of a lamp.
"We never ask real names here, but you must know that. Nearly all of our clientele for the past ten years have been referred by other persons we've helped," crooned the silky voice. "Most of our problems come from repressed sexual desires, don't you agree?"
I muttered something.
"You will put yourself in the hands of our expert staff for a period of two weeks. Does that fit in your schedule?"
"Yes, Miss Holliston,"
"Doctor Holliston."
"Doc ..." I gasped.
"Doctor Anna Marie Holliston. You may be familiar with a book written by Doctor Cordell Masters? I collaborated with Doctor Masters in a small way. The book deals with sexual hangups."
Fifteen years can certainly change people's lives. At the age of forty-six I am now coming to thirty-four year old Holly for help, I mused in utter amazement.
"Would 'Paul Wellington' be suitable for identification in our files?"
"Fine," I said, smiling comfortably. "That'll be just fine."
