The accident had happened in a crazy way. Maybe all accidents happen that way. They don't need to happen; it just seems like everything is there; then somebody does something stupid. All the parts fall into place. The accident occurs, and the unfortunate stupid bastard ends up in the hospital.
Edd Reed lay in the hospital bed, a body cast constricting his torso from hips to chest, and tried to fit all the parts together leading up to his accident. He was not quite sure how it all had happened.
In his position as Assistant Production Manager, he had given the order to pull that malfunctioning high-speed router off the line, to be replaced by a newer model slated to arrive the following morning. He hadn't needed to be down there on the floor just then, but he wanted to see the job done properly. He knew the section foreman, Floyd Rector, could handle the job ... so why in hell was he there? Management personnel weren't supposed to be involved in such activities, but the last time something had gone wrong, Stone had practically held him personally responsible.
He told himself it was because he had wanted to do a good job; however, that gnawing fear of being called into Stone's office, the little man sitting there behind his oversized desk, a picture of glacial ice, coolly enumerating production loss figures and assessing the reason for them; all of which seemed to indicate some non-performance on Floyd's part, had drawn him like a magnet to the vast production floor to oversee personally the removal of the machine. It was stupid!
He saw himself now for the damned fool he was, but it was too late. It was part of Stone's game, one in which the Production Manager held up numbered hoops for his assistants to jump through, pushing them to the ultimate to find out the limits of their humiliation. Perhaps, he reflected, it was to find out whether they wanted to become a part of his trained seal act or resign and move on to another plant. He had been determined that Stone would not force his resignation; neither had he wanted to blow horns, by the numbers, while responding to the little man's cues. The upshot was he had ended up down there on the production floor, jumping through Stone's unseen but very real psychological hoops.
Rector had been disturbed when Edd had shown up, but he had tried to hide it. In his mind, people with white collars had no damned business messing around, sticking their noses into his job ... and he was right.
The mobile crane had backed in and was lifting the router off its foundations; as the crane operator swung the heavy machine around, Edd saw it would go too far. It was going to arc in toward the turret lathe across the aisle. He envisioned it crashing into that machine, shutting it down for two or three days, and he could already hear Stone ticking off the damages, the production-loss figures and a request for his resignation, all in the same breath and tone of voice. Sometimes, Edd thought the man was less than human ... a computerized robot that spouted figures.
"Stop the damn thing, Floyd!" he yelled, grabbing at a projecting part of the router. "That lathe ...!"
"What the hell ...!" Floyd's concentration was broken from giving the crane operator hand-signaled instructions.
Then it happened.
The hapless crane man heard Edd's shout but couldn't see him. Floyd's sudden stricken glance at Edd as he saw -the Assistant Production Manager grab hold of the machine, spelled danger to the operator. He reacted. The crane was stopped dead, but the twisting arc of the huge router, dangling from the cable could not be stopped. As it turned, Edd was thrown off balance, backward, against the half-raised elevator of a parked fork-lift.
That was the stupid part, his grabbing hold of the machine. He had seen potential damage arising where none existed because of being overly cautious, an attitude he would not have had but for Stone.
Edd's hard-muscled body, still in good physical condition, smashed into the fork-lift. He knew, in the instant he hit it, that his back was injured. The instantly overwhelming pain put him down for the count, and he was only dimly aware of Floyd's concerned face bending over him; then he was in the hospital.
Rick Stone had come to see him. It was business-as-usual. All he wanted was a report from Edd on how the accident had happened. He had to make out the insurance and compensation 'forms. It hadn't taken long. Stone was gone within fifteen minutes, and Edd had cursed him roundly when he realized the man had not inquired how he felt; neither had he expressed any sympathy.
"Yeah ... he was here ..." Edd answered when Ruth asked him about it. "The bastard was here less than fifteen minutes ... and didn't even ask how I was getting along!"
Ruth's deep blue eyes showed her concern for her husband, but she was puzzled at the deep funk into which he had fallen. He was so full of complaints about Stone, the hospital, his doctor, and the discomfort he experienced from the cast, not to mention his grousing about the pains in his back and legs.
She didn't really know how to answer him. "Well ... that's just the way Mr. Stone is ... Edd. You'll just have to take him the way he is."
"I don't want any more, of him!" he said vehemently. "Who needs an iceberg? I'm through! Soon's I'm up and around ... I'm looking for another job!"
Hoping this was only a part of his presently foul attitude, she tried to placate him. He had a good job. There was financial security in- it, and she knew his ability and training could carry him far. "Mr. Stone'll be retiring ... and, there's the possibility you wouldn't have to work for him very long ..." she suggested.
"Him ... retire?" he derided. "He's bolted down to the floor ... like one of the machines! He comes with the place!"
Cheerily, she tried to change the subject, telling him about happenings in their neighborhood. She had been trying desperately ever since he had been in the hospital, to present herself to him with a happy face, bringing him cheery cards, bouquets of flowers and messages of sympathy from friends and neighbors. She even contrived to smuggle into the hospital, in a soft drink bottle, some Scotch highballs, in the hope that the alcoholic lift in them would snap him out of his doldrums. Moving her chair in close to his hospital bed, she glanced up to make sure the curtain was drawn, separating them from the other person in the two-bed ward, and said, "I love you ... Edd ..."
Her mouth sought his, giving him her soft lips to kiss; then her tongue probed deep into his mouth questingly, for him to nibble and suck. Feeling risqu� and naughty, her hand crept under the sheets to lift his hospital gown and find the softly reclining length of his cock. She fondled it lovingly, in an attempt to taunt it into turgid alert erectness, but it lay limp, almost lifeless in her teasing hand. She didn't know what made her do it. Edd had been injured almost ten days before ... and she hadn't realized how much she missed their sex-play. How much more he must miss it! This had been her thought: she would use her hand to give him some sexual satisfaction, a release of tension. Perhaps, that's what he needed to bring him back to his old self. It was the least she could do for him!
He twisted his head away, after a few moments. "I love you ... too, honey ... but you might as well stop trying to get me hard! I just can't seem to raise it ... any more! I haven't had a hard-on since I've been in this damned hospital!"
Reluctantly, disappointedly, she released his unresponding penis and whispered, "I ... just thought ... maybe I could do something for you ..."
"Yeah ... I understand, and I appreciate your thinking about it," he said, huskily. "But ... it's no use! I think the injury to my back must've done something else to me, too! Some nerve injury, maybe ... that controls erections ..." He turned, his head away from her, unable to continue.
Ruth was overwhelmed with tender feelings of love and concern; she put her arms around him as best she could because of the bulky body cast and kissed him on the cheek. Tears glistened in her eyes as she said fervently, "It'll be ... all right, Edd ... just as soon as you can be home with me! You just wait and see ... you'll be searing me half to death with it ... chasing me all over the place ... to make love to me!"
"Maybe ..." he said mournfully, "we'll just have to wait and see ..."
"It's just temporary! Your body's using all its energy to heal you up ... and I don't think you need to ... to worry about it! Anyway ... you haven't talked to the doctor about it yet ... have you?"
"No ... why should I? He's treating me for my injured back ... not for a limp prick!" he growled.
"Well ... you should say something to him about it ... because if you don't I will!" She was determined.
"No, you don't!" he exploded. "I'll tell him ... when it's time to tell him! How would it look for my wife to be saying, 'Doc ... my husband can't get a hard-on ... can you do something about it?"
"All right ... I won't say anything, but I want you to promise me you'll do it!" she nagged.
Ruth had left the hospital at the end of the visiting period with a sense of depression she couldn't shake off. She knew it was because Edd felt so intensely about his temporary impotence; his foreboding attitude toward it had infected her, and she was, by nature, usually optimistic, always looking on the sunny side of things. She didn't know how she could help him now; she had agreed not to say anything to Doctor Stillo in Edd's behalf. His vehement outburst when she had said she would speak to the doctor if Edd didn't, made her think her husband had already built up a great deal of tension in himself because of it. He felt threatened ... touchy. She could understand that, she thought; after all, his very manhood was involved. A man's ability to raise an erect penis had to be present ... or there was no penetration. There was nothing! How tragic that would be for a virile man - a man like Edd - to be stricken with impotency ... permanently!
She refused to believe it could possibly be permanent ... with Edd. He had been a virile man ... almost too much so! He had been almost too much for her ... at first!
Getting into Edd's car, she drove along the streets until she gained the freeway, her memories of the three short years of their married life flooding back to her as she headed toward home, a home without Edd ... and she felt the acute loneliness of it. Back and back, in memory, her mind burrowed until she was remembering how it had been with them at first when they were newly wed. It had been a time of joy ... and pain.
CHAPTER TWO
It was three days after their marriage. They had eloped to Las Vegas. Now, they were headed back to Los Angeles. Edd had driven the last fifty miles in almost total silence, punishing the Prosche, without mercy, as he blazed down the freeway. His face was set in an unsmiling mask, his jaw jutting out, defiantly, his keen eyes raking the multi-laned highway, judging distances and speeds with practiced and aggressive arrogance.
Deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew that everything would be all right, but at the thinking, conscious level, his brain whirled, constructing defensive arguments; rebuttals designed to convince his uncle that he was, indeed, capable of making some decisions for himself, especially in making the selection of his own wife. The old bastard couldn't run his life, forever!
The young engineer looked over at her. She sat, calmly, watching the traffic as he drove, her deep blue eyes cool, complacent and unafraid, the speed, somehow almost hypnotic but at the same time, exhilarating. Ruth caught his side-long glance and turned to look at him. He had turned his head, again, however, and was looking ahead through the windshield. Her eyes drifted over the handsome profile of his face, seeing the strong chin, long, straight nose, broad, forehead and the slightly pouting lips that gave him that certain, appealing, little-boy look, especially when a lock of his unruly, curly black hair fell down over one eye. She smiled, now, as she saw him toss his head and, impatiently, brush his hand across his forehead in a futile attempt to control the recalcitrant curl. Her tinkling laugh caused him to turn, questioningly, toward her again. "Something strike you funny?" he asked.
"Yes ... the way you've been fighting that lock of hair all day ... we'll have to get you to a barber."
A smile crinkled his face. "So! You're trying to change me, already ... and we've only been married three days!"
Knitting her brow, she calculated, rapidly, after consulting her watch. "For your information, Mr. Reed ... we've been married exactly sixty-eight hours and twenty-three minutes!" she laughed. "It's not quite three days, yet." Then, seriously, "... and, you haven't said one word to me for the last hour! I'm beginning to feel neglected!"
"I've just been thinking is all ..."
"You mean ... about what to say ... how to tell them ..."
"Yeah ... and I still don't know what I'm going to say. It'll be touch-and-go ... especially with Uncle Winner," he said.
"Is he really ... that hard to get along with ..." Ruth queried, remembering that all she knew about the man was what Edd had told her.
"Well, let's say that he can be pretty ornery ... and when he's really angry, he's a fire-breathing dragon!"
"Do you think he'll be angry ... about us, Edd?" she asked. Her voice trembled, tension beginning to build in her.
Edd's answer was candid. "He'll be mad as hell!"
The freeway traffic, again; absorbed his interest.
He turned away from her, his jaw set, rigidly. worriedly.
Ruth watched as he expertly passed a fast, high-performance sports car, the driver of which had churned up beside them, challengingly, the spitting roar of the car's engine loud in their ears, as Edd tromped hard on the accelerator and showed the Porsche's tail to the couple in the other car. His quick grin, as he picked them up in the rear-view mirror, was a boyish exultation of self in an easy victory. "That'll show them something!"
Yes! she thought about it. Edd's always showing somebody something! She asked herself what it proved for him. It was like the show-off stunts of a little boy ... only Edd was a grown man, still feeling the need to show-off. Was their elopement to Las Vegas just another of the same sort of thing? She wondered, seriously, about it; running away to get married, against his mother's and his uncle's wishes, could be an act of defiance ... a show-off stunt.
She would have been willing to wait to have a regular wedding in a church ... begin their married life in a conventional manner, but now, she knew, they would be walking into a row with them, the first thing ... only three days after their hasty marriage.
With unusual fervor, she hoped she would be able to say the right words to Edd's uncle. Edd portrayed him as a testy, difficult man, yet he had raised Edd, paid for his engineering education, at a good school, had done everything possible to help him; she just couldn't believe that- sort of man could be the ogre her husband painted him.
Certainly, Edd knew, when he urged her to elope with him, that the old man would be hurt ... so why had he insisted on their running off? Why? She didn't know the answer ... yet, of course, she had wanted marriage; to her, marriage was, somehow, the answer to many things, and when she had met Edd Reed, consented to date him, she had known that when he asked her, her answer would be a positive yes.
She had not expected him to ask her so soon, and the unexpected manner of his asking had been a great surprise for her, which had come only two weeks after their first date. It had been two weeks of fun, activity and surprising turns of events, capped by their going to Las Vegas, where they were married in one of the numerous, commercial wedding chapels.
No -- Ruth hadn't wanted it that way, at all, but she knew, instinctively, that if she had insisted upon the proper procedure: Announcement of engagement, preparation of invitations, arrangement for church wedding, wedding gown, veil, flowers and a reception followed by a honeymoon, her marriage to Edd would never have taken place.
One might say it was womanly intuition guiding her, but Ruth, sometimes wise beyond her years, saw in the boy-man. the impulsiveness wildness of fort against his -uncle -- a rebellion that, perhaps, he didn't even recognize in himself -- and his need for stability.
Edd was almost twenty-eight years old. He had lived almost his entire life under the direction of his Uncle Winner, and Ruth recognizes the unnatural aspects of that kind of life. He should have been on his own, for several years, already. It was her hope, that in their marriage she would be able to provide Edd with the stability he needed, a stability in which he would .be able to find himself ... his true self. It was the, stuff of which romantic dreams are made ... and dreamed by young brides. Ruth was no exception; she knew she could do it, if only her husband were no longer under the direct influence of his uncle. To this end, she wanted them to establish their new home elsewhere than Santa Monica, the city in which he had been born and reared. She would insist they live out in one of the more pleasant suburbs; commuting on the freeways wasn't all that difficult. Thousands of people did it every day.
She loved Edd. With her whole heart and soul, she loved him; she had known it from the first date she had had with him. Her recognition of it had been a revelation. Ruth had been too sure that no man would ever capture her heart. The deep bitterness in her had been almost buried, in the deep recesses of her mind, and the man beside her, now her husband of three days, had penetrated the weakened defenses, made her come alive, again ... something she had thought sure would never happen.
The psychic scars on her mind; the slowly healing lacerations of her soul and the deep, empty void in her heart had, somehow, been pushed aside, allowing her to hope, to live, again ... and to love ... replacing hate. Hate, she found, can only be destructive; love is generative. It was ever so!
It is one of the minor miracles of youth that tragedies are overcome with a tough resilience, a certain moral fiber and strength of character that one never knew existed in them.
Ruth was young. She was just twenty years of, age, having passed the all-important milestone from tender 'teens' into the magic of the sophisticated twenties and approaching majority.
Beautiful, downtown Burbank, that day, two months ago, when she had descended from the Greyhound bus, had been sunny and warm. She had looked out upon its streets, finding them new; yet there was a hint in them of the old life, something that reminded her of her own home town. Whether it was homesickness or nostalgia, an unspoken wish not to sever herself, completely, from something she had known, she didn't really know, but she walked out of the bus depot into the street, finding herself at home, immediately.
She had almost chosen Burbank, blindly, when she had bought her, ticket. Originally, she had wanted to go to Los Angeles, a place where she was sure she could lose herself. The sprawling city, its mass of humanity and its myriad activities offered her the anonymity she sought. It was, in her mind, the perfect place to hide, but on the spur of the moment, she had chosen Burbank. It was smaller, yet near Los Angeles; the deciding factor had been the knowledge that the NBC studios were located there.
Walking out onto the street, she was glad of her wacky decision. She knew that this city, a continent away, offered her, at once, a part of both the old life and the new one she must build for herself. Happily, she rushed back into the bus depot and claimed her three pieces of luggage. She became, on the instant, a citizen of the town named for the plant wizard. She was six weeks past her twentieth birthday, a stranger in a strange town ... and alone.
Yes, she was a stranger, albeit a beautiful, young and vivacious woman ... stranger; she didn't stay a stranger for long. She moved fast.
First, she selected a clean and modest room, in a rooming house within walking distance of the downtown district. Secondly, the following day, she groomed herself, donning a demurely conservative suit and putting on her best smile, to. apply for work. She returned to her room, in the late afternoon, happy and exhilarated with the prospect of starting work, as a clerk, the following day, in a combination book store and stationers.
Earlier that same afternoon, she had opened a bank account, depositing what was left of the six hundred and thirty-three dollars she had withdrawn from the savings account her older brother, Alex, had opened for her. She remembered how painful it had been to make the decision.
It had been mostly her money. She had made deposits in the account, regularly, but she hadn't wanted to take anything that wasn't legally hers. Finally, she had resolved the problem in her own mind by withdrawing all but the fifty dollars Alex had first deposited. Now, she had her own checking account, for the first time; the figures in her bank book assured her the four hundred and seventy-four dollars were hers to do with as she chose.
Her own place to live, a job, starting tomorrow, and money in the bank gave her a -comfortable feeling of independence and self-sufficiency, the very things that Alex had told her, over and over, again, she would never have, as he kept her dependent upon him. The tragedy, she realized, now, was that for too long she had believed him, clinging to him, after they were orphaned. It was a sick situation!
Catapulted into her final act of defiance and self-preservation had proved the lie. She had done exactly what he said she would never do; she had left him ... packed' her bags, withdrew the money, bought a bus ticket and left him. She should have done it sooner. Alex would never be able to find her, and that was the way she wanted it ... especially after that horrible night, before she left.
Never! Never would she return to that town ... or that house! She 'had been sure of that ... after Alex, her own brother, had tried to make love to her. He had stripped her clothes from her ... the memory of his actions, the mad light in his eyes ... and the hugeness of his fully erect penis that he had tried to shove into her, as she struggled and squealed beneath him, was almost too painful to bear. Finally, she had escaped him, but she would never understand why he tried to-do it to her. Of one thing she had been sure: She would never marry! Men! Men were beasts, and she hated them! She hated them!
Then, she had met Edd Reed. She had been living in Burbank for six weeks. To her, it seemed, already, that she must have lived in the city all her life. She seemed to belong there. That's why she was shocked. Edd had called her a stranger. She was sure she knew almost everyone who came to the downtown area.
It had been during the slack time, in mid-afternoon, that Ruth, following her employer's directions, was re-stocking. one of the higher shelves, behind the long counter. She was standing on a ladder reaching high up, her hands full of ledgers she had just price-marked when his voice startled her. She had not been conscious of his entry.
"When does the special sale start?" he asked, looking up to enjoy the view of shapely, tapering thighs.
Ruth looked back and down at him. She started and lost her balance, momentarily; grasping at the ladder, she dropped the pile of black-bound books, emitting a little cry as they crashed to the floor. "Oh! Darn it!"
His amused eyes continued to look up at her, and she realized, suddenly, that her position on the ladder afforded him an unobstructed view of her legs and thighs ... probably all the way up to her panties. She gasped and scrambled down from the ladder. He came around the counter, murmuring an apology, and scooped up the fallen account books, smiling down into her eyes as he handed them to her.
"I'll take a dozen!" he said.
"A dozen ... ledgers ..."
"No ... a dozen just like you!"
Her face reddened, prettily. "Well. . really ... I'm ..."
"You're new ... a stranger to Beautiful Downtown Burbank, aren't you? I've worked around here for two or three years ... thought I knew almost everybody ..."
"I've only been here a few weeks," she confessed.
"I thought so ..." he smiled.
Hastily, she added, "But I don't feel like a stranger, here ... just sort of transplanted."
"Actually, I'm transplanted here only for work," he grinned. "I live in Santa Monica." Then, an afterthought, "You live with your folks, here ..."
"I'm all alone, now!"
His understanding was quick. "I'm sorry ..." he said, "I didn't mean to pry ... by the way, I'm Edd Reed ... and ..."
"Ruth ... Ruth," she supplied.
Then, he had made his purchase, a package of carbon paper. As he turned to leave, he said, almost offhandedly, "You'll have dinner with me, tonight? I know a nice place out on Foothill ... not too far ..."
"I'd love to!" she said without thinking. Afterward, on reflection, she thought she had accepted too quickly, too eagerly, perhaps. It was the last thing she wanted; to be thought too eager ... and she, certainly, didn't want involvement, at least not yet, for awhile.
Edd picked her up, promptly, at seven o'clock that evening. The atmosphere and decor of the restaurant was excellent, the food and wines outstanding. Edd acted the perfect gentleman; she the perfect lady. Her side of the conversation, when it drifted to her, was evasive, enigmatic, as she told him as little about herself, as possible.
At her door, he tried to take her into his arms to kiss her. She pushed him gently away, turning to open the front door. "It was a lovely dinner, Edd ... but please ... don't hurry me!" she murmured, softly.
His frown was momentary; he regained his composure, quickly, in the face of her rebuff. "Lunch tomorrow?" he asked.
"No, thank you ... I have only a half-hour for lunch ..."
"Dinner ... tomorrow evening?" He was persistent.
"Sorry ... I'll be doing my hair."
"May I call you, then ..." he asked, refusing to be put off, completely.
"Yes ... good night, Edd ... it was a lovely evening," she said, closing the door in his face.
He stared at the closed door for a moment. Damn!. What a cool brush-off ... or, is it a come-on ... playing hard to get?
Edd kept calling her, until she accepted a dinner-date with him three days later.
In a small, intimate place in Pasadena, they had an excellent meal, and Edd had drunk four or five martinis, she limiting herself to two. As they drove homeward. he turned off onto a darkened road, pulling the Porsche into a secluded turn-out, under a spreading oak tree. Stopping the car and turning out the lights, he reached for her.
Ruth tried to avoid his avid kiss, but his lips captured hers, holding her tight to him, his tongue searching, trying to penetrate the barrier of her lips and teeth, finally, she struggled free of his embrace.
"Edd ... please!" she breathed. "I don't want any ... involvement ... like this!"
"Damn it, Ruth! You're so desirable ... I-I want you! I can't keep my hands off of you ... any longer!" he groaned.
His hand groped and found a luscious, firm breast through her clothing, grasping and clawing, painfully, into the soft, mounding flesh.. Both her hands darted to her bosom, trying to protect herself, wincing from the pain. Prying at his stronger hand, she grunted with the effort, terror striking at her as the memory of Alex's attempted rape of her went whirling through her mind. She grasped at words and phrases to say; she even toyed with the idea of jumping from the car and running from him ... anything to deflect him from his goal. His mouth, once again, captured her full, red lips.
Suddenly, she relaxed, dropped her hands to her lap and twisted her mouth aside. A peal of almost hysterical laughter exploded from her lips, grating into his ear. He drew back in surprise.
"What's so funny ... all of a sudden?" he queried, puzzled.
"You ... me ... us!" she gasped, giggling now. "I was just thinking ... maybe I should be playing it for comedy ... act the maiden in distress ... who's about to lose her virginity ... jump out of the car ... and walk home ... or demand honorable intentions from you ... both of which would be foolish ... and would mean nothing to you ... isn't that right?" she gasped out, running her sentences together in a rush of words.
"What the hell ... talk sense ... will you?" Edd growled with exasperation.
"I am talking straight, Edd! Listen to me!" she chided.
"O.K.! I'm listening!"
"... or, I could let you have your way ... with me ... once ... and that would be that! I'd never let you have me ... a second time!" She was deadly serious.
"... But, I-I love you ... I want you ..." he mumbled, not really meaning it. It was part of his practiced line.
"Aren't you confusing love with sex? They're not the same, you know!"
Edd was thoughtful, for a moment, some reasoning returning to him, belatedly, his passion curbed, momentarily, now.
"Then ... you wouldn't ..." he began..
"No!" she cut in, "To me ... sex without love ... would be out of the question! Can you understand that ..."
"Not exactly ... but I'll try ..." He hesitated, before going on, "... and, I do want to see more of you ... I couldn't give you up, just like that!" He snapped his fingers.
"Then, take me home ... now! Please?"
Reaching for the ignition key, he started the engine, rammed the transmission into reverse gear and backed around in the small turn-out. He regained the road, the little car jumping forward, screamingly, toward the main road, under his torturingly heavy foot on the accelerator. He ground out at her between clenched teeth, "All right ... this's your round!"
Ruth touched his arm. "Edd ... why don't you give me a chance ... to learn to love you ... I could ... you know ... i-if gave me time ..."
"Time ... how much time... and why?" he grunted.
"Six months ... a year, maybe ... I've so much ... t-to get straightened out ... with myself ... things I can't tell you about ... yet ..." she said, guardedly.
"Why so long?"
"I want to be sure ... sure of myself ... sure of you ..."
"Are you talking about ... m-marriage ..."
Ruth said, quite simply, "Yes ... Edd!"
CHAPTER THREE
Edd had never known a woman quite like Ruth. Too many of those he had known in the past had been pushovers; his name., his uncle's moderately large wealth, not to mention his smooth line -- which, if failing, he would replace with roughness and force -- had dropped many a pair of panties for him, their lovely, feminine owners spreading their thighs, readily, for his rampaging sexual assaults. Then, if he couldn't get so-called, nice girls into bed, there was always the possibility of buying sexual favors; as a matter-of-fact, he was a well-known customer, at a certain motel down on Highway 101, near the beach. There his uncle's money had bought him some of the wildest sex that could be experienced.
The coolness with which Ruth had turned him off ... actually, thwarted his attempt to seduce her, carried out so reasonably, sweetly, yet firmly, had been a new experience for him. Damn! He had wanted to fuck her so badly! His cock had been at full-mast erection ... ready for business, as usual! ... Yet, somehow, he recognized that certain something in her, a certain resolve, he knew he would not be able to overcome ... easily of course he could have forced her, as he had forced other women to his will, using his superior strength, his knowledgeable sex techniques to bring her to heel. Yes -- he could have done that, but to say he was baffled by her would be an extreme understatement, indeed!
As he had gunned the little Porsche back onto the boulevard, his mind churned; his mangled emotions, his jangled, frustration beset nerves and the throbbing ache in his balls combined to put him in a mean, vindictive mood, the picture of a little, spoiled boy, masquerading in the guise of a grown, sophisticated man-of-the-world. He took it out on his car.
Escorting Ruth to her door, Edd had cooled down enough to dredge up some residual good manners. He mumbled an apology, and asked whether or not she would allow hit' to call her.
"Try me in three or four days, Edd," she told him.
"Three days ...? Not before?"
"No ... I -- I need time ... time for myself ..."
"All right ... if you say so. I guess I can wait ..." he conceded.
He knew he shouldn't try to kiss her. He didn't. Instead, he grunted out a grudging but polite Good night. Turning, then, to leave, he walked across the porch and stepped down to the top tread of the porch steps. Her voice trailed, softly, after him. It was unexpected.
"Edd ...?"
He stopped, turned to look back at her.
Impulsively, then, she came to him, lightly, and placed a cool, gentle kiss on his lips. It was the kiss of a little girl, without passion or a hint of sex ... like a tiny girl would kiss her father.
"Thank you ... for a wonderful evening," she breathed; then, turning, swiftly, she was gone, disappearing inside the front door of her rooming house, leaving him standing there, even more confused and non-plussed. He shook his head in disbelief.
The innocence of that soft kiss, its undemanding, almost sterile impression brought forth a memory, almost lost, of a forgotten moment of his days in high school. Another girl had kissed him, like that, breathed a quick I love you, Edd into his ear, before running, lithely, up to her front door, to go inside.
He had misunderstood. Instantly, his sex arose, his young, virile cock pulsed and throbbed in his pants, and he had caught her, before she had the door open, grabbed her, crushed her to him, kissing her wildly, passionately, caressing her stimulatingly, forcing himself upon her ... until with a broken will, a heart beating like a trip-hammer, a strange, ready moistness between her legs and a thundering, slashing desire in her loins, she had taken him into the black darkness of her backyard, where on a redwood garden lounge she had given him her virginity and her undying love. It had been the first time for both of them. It had not been the last for she had become pregnant. Edd's Uncle Winner had paid for the abortion.
Afterwards, Uncle Winner had called his teen-aged ward into his study. He had been direct and blunt with the boy.
"Damn it, Edd ... this is a messy business!"
"Yes, Sir ... I -- I ..." Edd had begun.
"Listen! From now on, if you want a piece of ass ... make Goddamned sure there's no possibility of getting a kid ... understand?"
"Yes, Sir ..."
"You know about using condoms ... rubbers?"
"I do, now... Uncle Winner..." he said, sheepishly.
"Well ... get yourself a supply of them ... and use them!"
"I will ..." It. was a fervent promise.
"Better yet ..." the grey-haired, still virile man went on, "I've got some connections ... There's a whore house I know about ... where you can go regularly ... if you want to get your nuts off ... with no Goddamned worries! The women down there are clean ... and you'll learn some things about fucking these little pimply-faced, scrawny kids'll never know anything about!"
Edd was interested, immediately, but he held back his enthusiasm. "Yes, Sir ... that'd be great ... but ..."
"But, what?" Uncle Winner grumbled.
"Aren't those ... those women ... in the houses like that ... kind of expensive ...?"
"Hell, no! Not as expensive as this abortion I just paid for!" the uncle had said, punctuating his words with a big fist pounded on his desk.
"Yes, Sir ... I think I understand ... what you mean ..."
"You're damned right it is! ... But, you don't worry about the money end of it ... I'll take care of it ... see you've got money in your pocket! Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir ... I -- I understand ..."
"Good!" Uncle Winner snapped. "I'm going out there, myself ... tonight! You want to come along ... start learning the ropes ...?"
The boy looked at his uncle, startled, disbelieving what he had just heard. "W-With you ... Uncle Winner ...? You go to those places ... too?"
"... And, why'n hell not? I've got to get a piece of ass pretty regularly. myself! I'm still holding my own!"
It was from that moment that Edd had begun to see his Uncle Winner in a new and different light, yet there were many things he did not know about his uncle, such as his intricate business dealings or why. he had chosen to remain unmarried. Only rarely did the older man reveal anything of himself to the boy or to his sister, Edd's mother. One thing he did know, after that, was the frequency with which his uncle visited the women, in that place, down on Highway 101.
Silently, as he had stood there, Edd watched Ruth disappear inside the front door of her rooming house. He had not moved to restrain her; the memories of another time, that other girl, crowded into his brain and held him rooted to the steps.
"I'll be damned!" he said aloud, reaching up to touch his lips in wonder.
Can things repeat themselves? He wondered about it ... thinking: She was just like Alice ... Alice ... yes, that was her name ... Alice Rall! I think I really loved her! She was the first girl I had ever fucked ... and I really wanted to marry her! I would have, too ... but Uncle Winner said getting rid of the kid was best ... and I listened to him ... damn it!
Slowly, the young engineer turned, descended the steps, traversed the walk and crossed the sidewalk to the curb where lie got into his car, started it and drove through quiet streets to the freeway on-ramp, heading toward his home in Santa Monica, rather the home still provided him by his Uncle Winner.
Things could have turned out different! Alice wanted to keep the baby ... and she wanted to marry me ... too! ... But, Uncle Winner knew better ... damn him! Sure ... he's raised me ... took care of, me ... and all that ... after my Dad died ... and I should feel grateful ... I am, I guess ... in a way ... but Christ! It's just like I belonged to him ... always doing just what he wanted me to do! The crazy part is. : . I'm still doing it! Now, there's Ruth, I could really go for her! I want to fuck her so damned bad I can almost taste it! I haven't thought about marrying any woman for years ... They're always thinking about it though ... trying to trap you into marrying them ... one way or another! ... But why should I marry one when I've been able to get all the fucking I want ... whenever I want it? Yet ... Ruth just made it pretty damned clear where she stands: No sex ... without love ... and love to her means marriage! God! How I want her! My damned balls ache so much I can hardly stand it!
He knew one quick solution for that! Suddenly, he stomped the accelerator, sending the little car screaming down the freeway, ducking off of it onto the broad boulevard leading to the coast and arriving at his destination, in a matter of a few minutes. Edd Reed was always welcome there!
June looked back over her shoulder at him. "For God's sake, Edd ... take it easy on me!You'll split me wide open!"
Glassy-eyed with passion, grunting pantingly, Edd labored behind her, a smooth, creamy-white buttock grasped in either hand, his big, throbbing cock pounding in and out of her moistly lubricated cunt with reckless abandon.
"Hold still, damn it!" he growled at her. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, now!"
"No ... not this time, Edd! Please? You know I don't like it that way ... like Alice does ..." she whined. "Let me suck you off, instead ... O.K.?"
June was one of the regulars ... and one of his favorites at the Pacifica Royale Motel and Lodge. There were other, more beautiful women who worked the Pacifica as prostitutes, but June's experience, her ability to please and satisfy him, always brought him back to her. She, on her part, was always glad to have the young engineer share a bed with her for a few hours. Then, too, he always paid her better.
"Yeah ... O.K." he agreed. pulling his hardened, aching cock from her sheathing cunt and flopping back on the pillows, the shaft of his massive prick standing up jack-staff straight above his hairy loins.
Quickly, June was over him, her agile tongue licking and caressing the length of his throbbingly engorged cock, her mouth, finally, capturing the smooth, shiny redness of the bulbous head.
Her smooth, warm mouth was like honey, her tongue wildly gyrating around the sensitive corona, the tip of it dipping into the tiny slit, occasionally; then, as her head began to bob, moving up and down the shaft of his expanding cock, absorbing his length to the fullest into her mouth and throat with ever-quickening pace, she brought him to a spewing ejaculation, in a few minutes, and she swallowed his white, hot semen, voraciously, licking and sucking to get all of it to the very last drop.
"God! That's good, June!" he grunted.
"Do you want to stay over night, Edd," she asked, knowing that if he did, he would pay her more than the going rate for an all-night trick. It's a hell of a lot easier than eight or nine quickies!
"All right, June ... I might as well ..."
Twice more, that night, he used her. June was a good fuck. She always made sure that lie enjoyed her. Somehow, though, something was missing from the easy sex she provided him. Her services were as easily obtainable a, a good meal. Maybe that was the trouble!
In the early morning light of the following day, as he lay beside her, he knew that Ruth, on the other hand, was completely unattainable. There was only one, way he could ever have her: Marriage!
Edd looked over at the still sleeping face beside him, then his eyes ranged over the rest of her warm, naked body. June had been very attractive, when she was younger, but now, he saw the slight wrinkles and lines, the tinted hair, the telltale sag of her breasts and the middle-aged fat of her upper arms. He wondered, idly, how it was that she had become a whore. Had she ever been considered as a marriage prospect? She had been young, vibrant and idealistic, once ... hadn't she?
Suddenly, he saw her as a person, for the first time, and realized that he had been using her as an object ... something on which, merely, to relieve his lust. She had been a thing to him ... a-fucking machine!
By slow degrees, he began to piece the puzzle together. All of the women he had seduced, the whores he had fucked had been as nothing to him ... after Alice; and he realized that it had been his Uncle Winner ... and his money that had hardened him, de-sensitized him, and in the process, he had to admit, ruefully, to himself ... had de-humanized him.
Thoughts of Ruth came crowding in on him. Was this woman, somehow, destined to be the catalyst for his aimless life? It could be possible her aloof, unattainability was leading him to something new. Could that something be ... love? He didn't know. Certainly, it would not be romantic love! Of that he was sure! He couldn't bring himself to believe it existed ... except in stories ... but it could be true love ... a realistic love, of the kind that makes good marriages.
MARRIAGE?! He couldn't seem to shake that word out of, his mind. Edd Reed ... married? He couldn't imagine himself in that sort of permanent arrangement, yet his thoughts of Ruth were all mixed up with that particular word. It kept cropping up ... like a bad penny. I better come off it ... it's a stupid idea! I'm not cut out for all that crap that goes along with getting married!
He sat up searched for and found his cigarettes and lighter; lighting up. he leaned back, against the headboard, smoking and thinking. His movement in the bed awakened June. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, sleepily.
Edd's solemn face prompted her to ask, "Thinking about something ... or is something. bothering you, honey ...?"
"Yeah," he answered, not being specific.
"Which ...?"
"Both ... I guess ..."
"Well ... like what, for example ...?"
"Like ... marriage ..." he grunted.
"Who ... somebody I know" She was interested, now.
"Yeah. ... me!"
"You?" June sat up, fast.
"Yeah ... I've been trying to imagine nee being married ... isn't that a laugh?"
"It's about time, Edd! You'll make some lucky girl a good husband!"
"You think so?"
"Hell, yes!" she exploded. "You ought to be settling down with some nice girl ... and start raising a family ... before it's too late!"
"Why?"
June looked at him, levelly, "It's miserable ... being alone ... believe me!" She picked up a pack of cigarettes and stuck one in her mouth. Edd lit it for her. He watched as she drew in smoke with some agitation; then, she went on. "If you've found the girl ... grab her, right away!"
"My Uncle Winner seems to get along all right ... alone," he observed.
"... And, he's the most miserable man I know, Edd!"
"Uncle Winner ...? Impossible!"
"Believe me, he is! Don't ask me what ... but it should be pretty clear why I know ... shouldn't it?" she said.
"Yeah ... you're one of his favorites, too ..." Edd agreed.
"Forget about Winner ... let's talk about getting you married!" June said with dead seriousness. "The sooner the better!"
"You're cutting off your own business, you know!"
"Hell ... there's always plenty of business! Don't worry about little old June!"
"All right ... if you say so ..."
June's hand, under the sheet, moved to grasp the limp shaft of his cock. She smiled up at him. "Would you like to cum ... one more time?" she asked. "For old time's sake?"
The touch of her hand, the agile fingers working expertly on him, brought his big cock to instant alertness, his blood pouring into it, to be trapped there. It was hard and erect, in a few moments.
"Yeah, O.K., June ... for old time's sake ... if you want to ..." he smiled.
"I want to ... Edd ..." she breathed.
Her mouth followed her hand. She knew he'd like that.
Edd left a hundred dollar bill on the bureau for June, dressed, left her there, in the room, still in bed, got into his car and drove home to shave and shower, before going to work. His uncle's Continental had been parked three spaces down from his Porsche, in the parking lot of the Pacifica.
He was probably with Alice, he decided. The old bastard must be quite a cocksman! I wonder what June meant about not asking WHAT she knows about my uncle? Hell ... I really don't know very much about him, myself!
"To hell with him!" he muttered to himself, deciding not to worry about his uncle's hangups! He had problems of his own ... and he wasn't sure of any answers ... yet!
CHAPTER FOUR
For three days, Edd had tried to contact Ruth, to- no avail; telephoning her at work, at home, sending her a telegram, followed by several cards and a bouquet of long-stemmed roses. She would not speak to him on the phone; his written messages remained unanswered, and she gave her landlady the beautiful roses. Finally, on the fourth day, he walked into the stationers, just before lunch time, found her busy with a customer and waited, patiently, until she was finished.
"Ruth ... I have to see you ... talk to you!" he blurted. "Let's go to lunch!"
"I only have a half-hour off ..." she said, coolly, not trusting herself to talk to him.
"What I have to say will take all of ten seconds!"
"Let's get married!"
Ruth blinked once at him, then stared, wide-eyed in disbelief of what she had heard; her heart skipped a beat, then began a trip-hammer pounding in her chest. It was something she had always wanted to hear, but now ... now that it had been said and she was confronted with the necessity of making a decision, giving him an answer ... she didn't want it. God! She wasn't ready! She didn't know what to say. It had been thrust upon her too suddenly.
"I -- I really wanted t -- to wait ... for a while longer ... b -- before even thinking about g -- getting married," she said, uncertainly, " ... I'm not ready ... yet ..."
"You told me that, already! I want to marry you, now! Will you?" He was emphatic.
Ruth hesitated. "I -- I can't give you an answer ... right now ... I h -- have to think about it ..."
"Well ... at least we can have lunch together! Come on, let's go ... shall we?"
Reluctantly, she went to lunch with him. After they had ordered and begun to eat, he slipped the diamond engagement ring on her finger, greasy from the cheeseburger she was eating. "Now ... will you marry me?"
The ring took her by surprise. She gasped and stared at it; finally, after long moments, she looked up at him and said, "Y -- Yes ... yes ... Edd ...! What else can I say ...?"
"Say that you'll marry me, right away ... today!" he pressed.
"Oh, Edd ... that's crazy ...!" Ruth began.
"Men's let's be crazy! We can get in my car and go to Las Vegas ... Now!"
"There's so much to do ..." she protested.
"All right ... we can get married, tonight!"
They weren't married that night; it was the next evening that they stood in a small wedding chapel, in Las Vegas, exchanging the vows that made them man and wife.
Bill pressed her, constantly, presenting first one then a dozen more arguments, fielding her objections and wearing down her resolve to wait; finally, under the weight of his active campaign, she agreed, reluctantly, to their elopement.
He had telephoned his reservation for them, that same day, at one of the plush hotels. After the short wedding ceremony, and before going to their suite, they enjoyed a floor show and a couple of drinks. Ruth dreaded the time when she would, finally, be alone, in a bedroom, with her husband, Edd. She was glad when he suggested the interlude of the show and drinks.
As she watched the consistently beautiful show-girls, performing half-nude, provocatively, her tension built within her, her stomach churning. She was scared ... absolutely petrified! I won't know how to act ... what to do ... and Edd's expecting so much! H-He's experienced ... I know he must be ... and I ... I really don't know anything ... about sex!
Gambling in Las Vegas is big business. Everything is set up to make it easy. Edd couldn't resist the siren call; he drifted away to the gambling tables. He was there tossing the ivory cubes until three o'clock in the morning.
As he began to lose heavily, his drinking became steady, a glass in his hand, almost constantly, until he was bleary-eyed drunk ... and Ruth left him there, sick at heart, went to their rooms, prepared for bed and tumbled into it bone-tired.
Edd, finally realizing through the alcohol-befogged cobwebs of his brain that it was his wedding night, dragged himself, staggeringly, away from the craps table, signed a chit for five thousand six hundred dollars -- that Uncle Winner would have to pay -- and went to his room, where Ruth waited for him, to claim his bridegroom's rights.
Edd Reed awakened the following day, about noon, a terrific headache pounding inside his skull, painfully; his tongue was fuzzy wool, and the taste of his mouth was brown and evil. He lay in the center of the king-sized bed, nude, sprawled on his stomach, his flaccid penis stretched out, upward, under his abdomen. He felt the sensation of drying semen on it ... so he knew he must have made it with Ruth, after all. His memory was blurred. Christ! I must have really hung one on!
His eyes fluttered open, tentatively, the dim lighting of the bedroom instantly painful to them. He closed his eyes, again, and groaned. Reaching out across the big bed, he was going to embrace his new bride. His hand pawed only wrinkled sheets. She was not in bed with him! What the hell?!
He cocked an ear for sounds from the bathroom. Nothing!
"Ruth!" he called. "Where the hell are you?" Silence! There was only the muffled sounds, from outside the hotel, drifting in to him. He rolled over and sat up. The top of his head felt like it would split open to spew his brains out. It didn't. Holding his head in both hands, he roared, "Ruth!"
Crawling from the wreck of the bed, he wobbled into the bathroom, first. After a few moments, feeling better, he went into the sitting room of the suite. Ruth was definitely not there. His bride of only a few hours had disappeared! I'll be damned!
In the bedroom again, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands, attempting to keep his brain inside his skull. He groaned aloud. "Uuugh!"
Where the hell is she? What happened? I was so damned drunk ... I can't seem to remember ... yet!
He raised his head to look around the room through eyes that refused to focus properly, searching for an answer, trying to jog his memory of what had happened on his wedding night. The note on the bedside table caught his eye. He had never seen her handwriting except when she had signed the marriage license, but he knew it must be a note from Ruth. Savagely, he picked up the piece of paper to read the tiny, cramped words on it.
DEAR EDD,
I COULDN'T STAND THE SORENESS ANY LONGER. I'VE GONE TO GET SOME SORT OF LOTION AT THE DRUGSTORE. BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN.
LOVE,
RUTH
Christ! Was I that hard on her... that she's got to get some medicine ... or go to a doctor? Did I hurt her... or something? What a hell of a way to start a honeymoon! I must have been a miserable ass ... last night!
He found his cigarettes and lit one, drawing the smoke into his lungs and instantly detecting the acrid taste of the tobacco in his already foul-tasting mouth. At least, she'll be back! For a little while ... I was beginning to think she had left me! He heaved a sigh of relief.
Padding into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and gargled; .rinsing his mouth, he picked up the cigarette again, and inhaled the smoke, gratefully. It tasted better, now. He began to pull on his clothing, and even thought, about shaving ... before Ruth returned.
Now; slowly, his mind began to function, again; memories of last night -- rather the early morning -- started to come back to him. Christ! I must have gone off my rocker ... acted like I was nuts, or something ... when I came in last night! No! It was this morning ... must have been after three!
He had his shorts and pants on, now; going into the bathroom, he drew a basin of water and took out his shaving things. Looking hard at himself in the mirror, he saw the after-effects of fatigue and too much liquor. More of the pieces began to ft into place.
Now ... I remember ... Ruth was already in bed ... she said she was tired ... and that it was too late. She wanted to wait ... until I was sober, before we had it for the first time! God! I lost my temper with her ... must have gone completely crazy from wanting her!
Lathering his face, he began to shave, his mind racing on now, to more details.
I pulled the sheet off of her ... and there she was ... lying there in that see-through nightgown ... the one she said she had picked out special for me. What a beautiful ... luscious body! Damn! She's the only woman I've ever known that I hadn't seen completely naked before I shoved my cock in her! ... And she just lay there ... asking me to wait ... not to do it to her, yet ... But, Christ! There she was! She was my wife ... and I hadn't . even seen her naked ... before. That nightgown just barely covered her ... and I could see all those luscious curves ... and her breasts sticking up under that slinky material ... It just made me want her all the more ... right then! Drunk as .I was ... I had to fuck her! I couldn't wait!
Goddamn! He could see her lying there, now, her magnificent body teasing his big cock to throbbing rock-hardness. Drunkenly, he had reached for her; she had resisted him, rolling front his clutching grip and still insisting it would be better for them both, if they waited. It was then .he had turned into a savagely snarling beast.
He had .ripped the diaphanous nightgown from her cringing body, .revealing every detail of her luscious nakedness to his lewd, sex-crazed stare. He saw the firm mounding of her full, white breasts topped with delicate, coral-line nipples, their areolas beginning to pucker in instinctive but unwanted erotic stimulation. His eyes swept down to her narrow waist, her flat belly, its navel recessed, marking a mysterious half-way point to the small, softly curling triangle of golden pubic hair that-guarded the gateway to her virginal cunt.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered to him except shoving his blood-swollen erect and aching cock into her tantalizing flesh. It had been denied him too long. already. True, she was now his wife, and he should be approaching their consummation with tenderness and understanding ... knowing that she was virginal; 'but he saw her, in his drunken stupor, only as a woman, a woman he had to have right then ... like a whore he had bought and paid for. God! He had to fuck her! It was his right!
Ruth cringed in terror as he leered down at her salaciously, the odor of alcohol on; his breath almost overpowering her, and she vainly tried to cover her shameful nakedness; one arm was thrown, instinctively, over her jutting breasts; her other hand tugged at a corner of the sheet to cover her exposed thighs and genital mound.
"Please, Edd," sher pleaded, her eyes glistening with quick tears, "let's wait ... for a while ... when you feel better -- and I-I can get r-ready for you! It'll be better -- for both of us, then. P-Please, darling ...?"
God! I didn't want to be put off ... again! I couldn't say one goddamned coherent word ... I was so worked up and angry! My cock was so hard ... and ached so much ... all I could think of was fucking her with it! I must have grabbed her like some rutting animal ... and shoved my cock into her ... not giving a damn whether she was ready or not!
"Edd ...! Edd darling ... be gentle with me! Don't hurt me ..." she begged in shocked terror as he had wildly thrown off his clothing and clamped her to the bed. Her eyes had widened with awe-struck horror when she saw the massive hardness of the spearing shaft of his cock jutting out, dangerously, from the hairiness of his loins. Real fear keened through her as she realized he was going to put that horrendous thing into her tiny, completely untried vagina.
His hands had moved on her body, greedily, rapaciously, kneading and massaging the .smooth and tender contours of her beautiful young body. His cruel fingers pinched at the pink, protruding nipples of her breasts until they stood out fire, and erect; then he had dropped his mouth hungrily to them, nibbling and sucking his teeth, finally, chewing at the crinkled resilient flesh of her berry-like pap's, the tender skin breaking painfully, and the warm, sweet but salty taste of her blood oozed from the open wounds onto his lappingly rapacious tongue.
"Oooh ... Edd! NOooo! Not like th-this ... please? Not like this ... it ruins everything!" she had screamed, pleadingly.
He had heard her, but her screams of outraged protest had gone unheeded. There was. only one goal in his mind. He had smothered her pain-twisted lips with his own, his voracious tongue lashing deeply into her throat to stifle the sounds of her moans even as they had begun to form.
She fought me like a tiger... all the way! Goddamn me for a stupid ass! What was it ... in me ... that made me so brutal with her? It must have been hard for her to take all of my cock ... up inside her ... for the first time!
Edd remembered then how he had held her terror-stricken and straining body in his arms, pinioning her to the bed. imprisoning her with his superior weight and strength, his heavy-muscled chest bearing down on her, pressing her helplessly down into the softness of the mattress.
Her face twisted, grotesquely .in unreasonable horror as she realized his intent. Disbelief that she was to be a victim of a brutal sexual assault. raped on her wedding night, knifed into her brain, the vivid picture of what she had expected to happen now, playing before her eyes like a scene from a grade B monster movie. Her head thrashed from side to side in her helplessness, her long blonde hair becoming tousled, wildly, around her face as she 'struggled with grins futility tinder him, and he bit at her neck and shoulders, inflicting new hurts.
Insanely, following the dictates of his passion, he forced himself upon his lovely bride, ignoring her wailing pleas until they became a mumblingly incoherent stream of unintelligible words in his ears. It was then he had rammed his hard cock into her and fucked her for the first time. God! How he had fucked her ... animalistically ... mindlessly ... brutally! Christ! I shoved and pounded it into her ... like I was nothing but a fucking machine! I couldn't stop! I had to fuck her ... or else! That's all I could think of ...!
His hand began to shake as he shaved, and he had to stop for a moment, fearing he would nick himself with the razor. I was crazy for cunt ... acting like a rutting boar!
Turning deaf uncaring ears to her frenzied moans of terror, he had forced himself between her long slim white legs, brutally sledging her tapering long slim white legs, brutally wedging her tapering her vulnerable helpless genitals to his gaze, and he fitted his slim hips down between her straining thighs, his pelvis pinning her wildly gyrating buttocks to the bed with the force of his weight upon her.
The softly curling golden down of her loins had brushed slightly; teasingly, against the sensitive head of his throbbingly blood-engorged cock, and the tantalizing sensations had incited him to further, unintelligible mumblings of uncontrolled, lascivious lust. His muscular legs held her white thighs open helplessly to him as he ground his pelvis into her, trying to find the channel in the moist, coral flesh of her furrowed pussy. Blindly, to no avail, his elongated and hardened prick stabbed futilely, into the hollows between her desperately squirming thighs, missing the mark he so desperately wanted to penetrate.
Finally, in frustrated exasperation, his hand had reached down between them to grasp the massive hardness of his cock by the shaft. Working it in his hand, he had moved the crimson-cowled cock-head up and down her dry, unready slit, until he found the snugly tight orifice to the tender young cuntal passage between her legs, palpitating softly there in terror of his unexpected assault. Then he placed the expanding knob of his cock against the cameo-pinkness of her vaginal opening and rammed, without mercy, into the soft sheath of her very being. With all of his strength, he shoved his lust-hardened shaft to the hilt in her, the bulbous head of it splitting her with tremendous force, her hymen giving way before his onslaught, ripping the fragile tissues to bloody shreds inside her ... and Ruth was, on the instant, no longer a virgin. It was a painful leap from maidenhood to womanhood. A few drops of her blood trickled almost tear-drop-like down to stain the sheets.
Son-of-a-bitch! I fucked into her pussy so hard it even hurt me ... a little bit! She just wasn't ready to be fucked like that! What in the hell I did that for I'll never know ... but I couldn't stop myself!
He had plunged the lust-inflated head of his cock between the fleshy lips of her cunt, and with a groan of pain and sadistic triumph, had thrust it all the way forward into the depths of her quivering white belly. He felt the punished flesh of her cuntal walls as they recoiled before his attack; the extreme tightness of the cuntal sheath around his prick was both delightful and painful to him at the same time. Her shrill squeals of pain as he had spitted her like a live suckling pig, her legs flailing out, wildly, to either side, her hips jerking back and down into the mattress, crazily to avoid his brutal plunge into her, had only served to incite his insane, sex-inflamed body-mind to further excesses.
The screech of pain from deep in her throat tumbling pitifully from her distorted mouth as his lust-filled rock hard cock battered deeper and deeper into her warmly tender unyielding flesh, made of him a wild man, completely unreasoning ... crazed with desire. He had withdrawn it again immediately until only the smooth blood-engorged head remained in the vestibule of her cunt ... then. With demonic fury he had driven his big prick into her, once more, slamming it home so hard that their pelvic bones smacked together, resoundingly and. painfully, his thick rod of tumescent male hardness burying its self deep up into the farthest recesses of her vagina, the great cockhead flicking past the mouth of her cervix; the yet unmoistened walls of her unwilling but resilient sexual channel clasped clingingly, around the length and thickness of his cock, in a mockery of the vows they had exchanged but a few hours before: To rape, debase and obey ... only his own base desires!
Edd had not stopped then; he couldn't stop. He hadn't even given her violated genital passage a chance to adjust to the lustful presence of his cock buried so deeply in her belly. He just began to fuck it into her, pistoning in and out of her like a runaway machine. The singular thought in his mindless rapacious assault was to shoot the hot thick liquid of his waiting sperm deep up inside her soft white belly ... where it belonged. She was his wife ... wasn't she?
I didn't care a damn about anything! All, I wanted to do was cum inside her! I had to make her mine!
He finished shaving; his hands still trembled and it was not until lie dashed astringent lotion on his face that the sting of it indicated he had nicked his face in two places.
"Damn!" he said aloud.
Then as he combed his hair, he tried desperately to remember the rest of the night. What had happened ...?
How many times did I fuck her? How long did it take me to satisfy myself ...? Was it two hours ... three ...? I must have. kept on fucking ... and cumming ... until I was completely exhausted! Hell ... I must have filled her whole cunt with cum!
Try as he might, he couldn't remember how many, times he had fucked her ... how many times his aching balls had jetted forth their stream of sperm-filled semen. Only after God alone knew how many times and how long it had taken him was he finally swept with an intense feeling of guilt as the cobwebs of his drunken stupor cleared enough for him to realize what he had been doing to his darling bride, Ruth. I don't think she got anything out of it, at all ... nothing but a lot of pain ... probably ... I got carried away ...!
He had tried to be more gentle with her as her sobbing pain-wracked body, beneath him, quaked with emotional horror and the physical hurts he had inflicted upon her. Then he had tried to apologize for his insufferable actions, but she had turned pain-deafened ears to him, refusing even to speak to him. He couldn't get any response from her as she lay, woodenly under him, her legs wide-splayed, accepting now with stoical silence all that he would do with her ... or to her. She was numb.
Ruth lay there, looking up at him, her eyes wide open, tearless, because she had cried them all, staring coldly through him to the ceiling above. His efforts to get some response from her ... some hint of forgiveness or even of understanding, had been to no avail. Her silence communicated only her complete disgust and disappointment.
Good Lord ... it was horrible! She looked at me like I was a rattlesnake ... and about as contemptible! She must have stayed in one position staring at the ceiling for an hour ... looking right through me ... when I tried to talk to her ... apologize ...
Finishing up in the bathroom, Edd walked back into the bedroom and finished dressing. More details kept coming back to him. She was really broken up ... over the way I'd treated her!
Finally, after long, long minutes, Ruth had broken her silence. "If you're through using me for a while ... I-I'll get up ... and take care of myself ..." Her voice was dead, toneless.
"Darling!" he blurted, overjoyed that she had said something to him, although the biting sarcasm of her words was like a keen blade twisted in his heart. "I know ... it must have been awful for you ... can you forgive me ...?"
She lay unmoved, unspeaking. She turned her face to the wall.
"Goddamn it, Ruth! Won't you try to understand? I-I love you ... I wanted you! I had to have you!"
Again. her almost sepulchral voice came to him. "... And ... is rape ... a sign of I-love ...?"
"Ruth, darling ... you've got to try to understand me ... I'm a man ... not a machine you can switch on and off! You've been driving me out of my mind ... ever since I first saw you! You made it pretty damned clear you weren't having any casual love affairs outside of marriage. O.K. I bought that! I married you ... and-and then ... you told me to wait ... wait on our wedding night! God! I couldn't wait ... not any longer! I had to take you ... tonight!"
"It's morning, already ... the morning after ..." she intoned. "It's the morning after what should have been the most b-beautiful day of our lives ... A day.. . and a night ... to remember! I-I'll remember this ... for the rest of my life!"
Suddenly, she rolled to her side, her back to him: pulling the sheet up over her nakedness, she said, "If you're through with me now ... I'll go to sleep ..."
Rage boiled over in him. Her sarcasm had hit to the quick. Grabbing the sheet, he ripped it from her body, exposing the loveliness of her to him once more.
"Damn you!" he swore. "You're my wife now ... and by God, you'll act like a wife! I've already had enough of your acid tongue!"
Roughly he swarmed on top of her, his cock leaping to rigid attention again. He went on. "... And I'll fuck you any goddamned time I feel like it ... and I feel like it, again!"
God! I must have acted like a real madman!
"Get off of me ... You ... y-you beast! Monster!" she screamed.
Kicking and clawing at him, Ruth tried to fight against any further abuse of her body. Her nails clawed a bloody trail across his chest. It was then he had gone completely berserk!
He grabbed one of her nylon stockings, wrestled her to her stomach on the bed, and while kneeling over her to hold her securely, he pulled her arms behind her cruelly and secured them, tying them tightly together to render her helpless in his brutal hands. He grunted with the effort.
"There! Damn you ... this'll teach you!" he panted.
Weakened, completely overpowered, she stopped struggling; her exhaustion and surrender was complete. Tears of humiliation, heartbreak and pain stained her cheeks.
She was mine! Goddamn it ... I had to make her know that!
All of her resistance gone now, he pulled her across the bed, still on her stomach, her hips on the edge of 'the mattress, with her legs stretching out and down to the floor. Wrenching her cramped legs wide apart and reaching down to grasp her hips under the pelvis, he pulled her up to him; then with insane fury he plundered her abused cunt one more time, his big cock racing up the helplessly trembling channel from behind as he half-stood, half-crouched over her smooth white buttocks. His cruel taloned hands dug into the pliant flesh, squeezing and massaging it through his fingers as he drubbed into her without mercy. Mumbling incoherent words of rage and passion spilled from his lips while she sobbed out her hatred and shame for the act he perpetrated on her She was overcome with the debasement and heartbreak of it all.
Yes! Edd Reed had claimed his rights of the bridegroom by force. He had fucked his bride! Finally, when he had. done with her, he loosed her bonds, leaving her lying face down, still, across the bed. Then he went into the bathroom to relieve his aching overfull bladder; returning to the bedroom after a few moments, he found her sitting up on the edge of the bed. As he came toward the bed, she arose and sidled around him to escape into the bathroom herself.
Edd lay down. His head no sooner hit the pillow than he was sound asleep. He slept the sleep of utter exhaustion and sexual satiety. He slept soundly, hardly moving at all ... until he awoke at midday and found Ruth gone.
The memories of the early morning hours of their wedding night passing through his mind were too much for him. Genuine feelings of remorse and regret flooded through him.
Good God! What have I done ...? What a hell of a way to start out our married life! Can Ruth ever forgive me ...?
He faced the horror of what he had done to her.
I actually raped her!
Edd looked at the note she had left him, reading it through again. She had only gone to get some medicine ... or see a doctor.
At least she's not leaving me! After what I did to her ... I wouldn't blame her if she did! Christ! I don't know what got into me!
One thing he resolved: he would make it up to her ... somehow. Hell! I love her! She's my wife!
Returning from the clinic Ruth had visited where she was examined by a rather youngish-looking, professionally correct gynecologist who had advised and prescribed, she stopped at the nearby pharmacy to get his prescription filled. It was for a soothing analgesic salve for her tender over-used vagina.
As she strolled along, back toward their hotel, she began to feel hunger pangs and stopped at a nice restaurant to eat: On impulse, she ordered a martini, too. She needed to relax. She had to be relaxed when she returned to the hotel suite. It was going to be difficult to tell Edd what she must tell him. Reflecting, she decided that difficult was a gross understatement.
The doorman told her, respectfully, "Mr. Reed asked me to tell you that he will be in the bar -- and would you please join him there ..."
Ruth murmured her thanks, assuming that Edd had already tipped the man for his service. His quick smile assured her of as she went through the door past him, toward the bar.
Edd was seated at a booth, facing the door. She went quickly to him, he arising to seat her, his gentlemanly ways coming to his aid. His voice was warm and cordial. She noted that he had shaved and was dressed in stylish fashion. There was, also, something of humbleness ... perhaps even of contriteness in his manner.
"Good afternoon, darling," he said, brushing her lips with a swift kiss.
She couldn't help her grin. It seemed absurd. The man greeting her was, most certainly, a different man who only a few hours before, had practically raped her ... on their wedding night. No! Dear God! He had raped her. There was no other word for it! He had forced her ... even tied her up!
"Hello, Edd ... I'll have another martini!"
"Another ...?" He grinned back at her and turned to order her drink from the scantily clad cocktail waitress waiting at his elbow. He watched her walk-away, a practiced sexy hip sway. Then he turned back to his wife.
"We can relax here ... with our drinks ... for a while ..."
"Good idea ..." she agreed. "We both need to relax ... after l-last night ...!"
Capturing one of her hands in his, he asked, "Is everything ... all right ...? I mean ... you're not ...?
"Yes ... I'm all in one piece ... except for a-a ... broken hymen ... which is par for the course, I suppose ..." she assured him, then continued, "I saw a doctor ... He examined me and gave me a prescription."
Edd heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good! I thought I might have "hurt you ... pretty bad ... or something ..."
"No ... I'm just awfully sore ... down there. The doctor said I was suffering from Honeymoonitis ... He prescribed rest ... and no sex for twenty-four hours!" she told him. There! It was easy!
"Twenty-four hours!" he blurted. "Twenty-four hours ... without ...?
"Doctor's orders!" she said blithely, grinning at him.
"I'll be damned!" he exploded. "How do we arrange that? Do you realize ... or does that doctor realize ... we're on our honeymoon?"
"The doctor suggested s-separate rooms ..."
His anger boiled over in him. "Separate room ...!? No I'll never agree to that, by God!"
"Yes you will, dear!" she smiled sweetly at him. "Will you arrange it right away?"
Edd arranged it! Within the hour, Ruth was in a room of her own. It had been easy. She used the most powerful lever at her disposal. She had been insistent, overcoming his objections finally, by simply threatening to take the first available flight out of Las Vegas ... if he did not agree to her terms!
It was the first of many such little victories for her. If sex, she decided, was so all-important to him, she would make it important for herself ... but for different reasons.
Edd's Uncle Winner was upset! Actually, he was apoplectic! Ruth had never seen anyone that angry before; fervently, she hoped she never would again.
The upshot of their stormy interview after they had told him of their elopement and the matter of a gambling debt incurred during their honeymoon, was that the young couple was unceremoniously ejected. "You're on your own ... from now on!" he yelled at them. "And don't come back!"
His uncle, also, during the next week, changed his will and Edd was disinherited.
"Well ... That's that!" Edd said, "So now, I make it on my own!"
Ruth was disturbed. "I don't want t-to come between you and your uncle!"
"Forget it! It was bound to happen!" he told her.
Against Ruth's objections, he resigned the job his uncle had arranged for him in Burbank, where he had been working when he had met Ruth.
"It's a clean break from everything," he said. "Anyway, I already have another job lined up with California Fabrication as an Assistant Production Manager. I'll be working under a man by the name of Stone ..."
They moved into a modest apartment.
Edd's job with CalFab seemed at first to be exactly the sort of thing he liked most ... except for Stone.
Little by little Ruth learned to respond warmly to their lovemaking, although there were several sex activities she didn't like and refused constantly to indulge in them.
It was not exactly to Edd's liking. He had been used to more freewheeling sex and he felt that Ruth was too restrained; however, in the face of what he had done to her on their wedding night, he felt he owed it to her to modify his own wild desires. So their sex life became rather routine, conforming to her more conservative outlook. It was straightforward, nothing-fancy sex for them ... an almost humdrum, ho-hum sort of life. It pleased Ruth. She didn't ask for more.
As for Edd : the wildness in him became domesticated. He tolerated. He didn't like to do it, particularly, but he did!
CHAPTER FIVE
Doctor Ray Stillo had just removed the bulky body cast from Edd. He was just finishing an exhaustive physical examination. His silence seemed foreboding to Edd, and he asked, nervously, "Well, Doctor ... am I ready to go home ...?"
"I don't see any reason why not ... It's just as I'd thought earlier ... the X-Ray studies show no damage ... muscles were abused some ... some bruises ... and as far as I can tell there's no nerve damage. Everything seems to be normal, and I think some . mild exercises to start rebuilding muscle tone would be in order ... walking will be good..." the doctor said. Turning away, he started to write out a prescription for a mild pain killer. He went on, "I'll arrange for your discharge from the hospital."
Edd was thoughtful, wrestling with indecision. He made up his mind, cleared his throat and said, "Doctor ... there's just one thing ..."
Doctor Stillo looked back at him. "Yes ...? What's that?" he asked, absently.
"Well ... I've always been ... pretty virile ... and ..." He stopped short.
"And what?"
"Well ... even since I've been in the hospital ... ten or eleven days ... I haven't had an erection!"
The doctor smiled reassuringly. "Nothing to worry about there!" he said. "As soon as you get home ... I think that very lovely wife of yours will be able to change that! It's quite normal ... your body's energies are involved with healing."
"... But, what if she can't!"
"I don't think it'll be a problem!" the doctor stated, flatly. "But there are many techniques she could use."
"Such as ...?"
"Manual or oral stimulation ... or both ... different positions ... or you might read some of the so-called pornographic books. The descriptions and pictures can be very stimulating and educational ... I recommend them to many married couples who are having problems."
"Ruth won't go the oral route ... she ..."
"Many women won't," Doctor Stillo observed, "until they learn. Here, I'll give you the title of a book. It's an illustrated sex manual ... explains in detail the best and most highly simulative types of sexual activity." He wrote the title on a piece of paper and Banded it to Edd. "If both of you read it ... it'll be better!"
Edd looked at the title of the book. "This is pornography ...?"
"I didn't say that!" Doctor Stillo snapped. "There are some misguided people who would prohibit any kind of sex instruction! They would call it that!"
"I see ... How about the other books ... and magazines?"
"If they help people to enjoy sex more ... there's nothing wrong with them! I read them, myself ... and there hasn't been a single psychological study that's ever shown they do any harm!" the doctor said.
"All right ... I'll have Ruth get this one for us," Edd said. "It might help ..."
"There's no doubt about it, Mr. Reed!" Doctor Stillo told him. "... And, you've nothing to worry about ... really!"
Ruth brought Edd home that same afternoon to an immaculately clean apartment, She had vases of cut flowers for decorations, and on sentimental impulse had constructed a little sign that said: WELCOME HOME EDD!
He told her how nice everything was and that he was glad to be home. She glided into his arms and lifted her lips to him. "Oh, Edd ... it's been. so long!"
Clinging to him, as he kissed her, she felt the tires of her desire begin to re-kindle in her loins. It felt so good to be there, in his arms, again. Suddenly, she knew. she wanted him to make love to her. Now that he was home, everything would be all right. She just knew it had to be!
Their kiss was not stimulating to him. He broke it and said, "I'd sure like to have a cup of good home-made coffee ... for a change ..."
It was a small disappointment to her, but she went into the kitchen, cheerfully, to make up a pot of his favorite brand of coffee; additionally, she fixed a tray of cookies:
While he waited, Edd sat, stiffly, uncomfortably, in his preferred chair; after a few moments, lie hobbled to the kitchen door. "I've got to lie down, Ruth ... so why don't you bring the coffee into the bedroom when it's done ...?"
"Of course, darling," she smiled. She went into the bedroom and got out his pajamas and dressing robe.
"I'm feeling pretty tired ..." he explained.
She could understand that ... but she wondered: Maybe he's trying to tell me he doesn't fuel like d-doing it ... yet! Then, she hung his clothes in the closet as he dressed in his pajamas and crawled, painfully, between the clean sheets to sink down into the soft mattress of the big bed, gratefully.
He drank the coffee and ate a couple of the tasty cookies she brought on a tray to him. "That sure beats that hospital brew!" he told her. "That's one thing I sure did miss!"
"I missed you, Edd ... most of all!" she said, kicking off her shoes and stretching out beside him. She kissed him, this time with hot passion.
Edd mumbled into her mouth, "I missed you, too ..."
Again, as she had done in the hospital, her hand crept under the sheets and found the still flaccid shaft of his penis lying limply between his legs. It was somewhat cool to her touch, but hopefully she milked the heavy foreskin back over the soft head of it, her fingers teasing the corona then, she grasped it in her hand and began to squeeze the head and part of the shaft, rhythmically. There was no sign of life there.
Finally, he twisted his mouth aside and said, "It's no use, Ruth ... there's nothing there, yet!"
"Did you talk to the doctor ... a-about ... not ...?"
"Yeah ... I did. He seemed to think there was no problem ..."
"Did he make any suggestions?"
"Well ... yes, he did," Edd admitted, "but I know you wouldn't like them ... since you never have, yet!"
"What do you mean ...?"
"Use your mouth ... to bring me up!" he said.
"Ugh! The doctor said that ...?"
"Yes ... he also gave me the name of a book to get." He showed her the title Doctor Stillo had written out for him. "He said it would help and we're both supposed to read it."
"Where do I buy a book like this:'" Ruth asked.
"I suppose any one of the places down on the avenue that has adult books and magazines ..."
"I -- I couldn't .go into one of hose places!" she gasped.
"Why?"
"All those books ... and leering old goats that hang out in them! Why ... I just couldn't!"
"That's the only way we'll get that book!" he told her. "I sure as hell can't go ... so you'll have to!"
"You sure this is what the d-doctor wants us to do?"
"Positive ... look at the handwriting on his prescription ... and compare them!" he said. "You'll have to get that prescription filled anyway ... and the nearest place to buy that book is just about half a block away from the drugstore!"
"All right ... I'll get the book ... but none of that far-out stuff! Ugh!" she shivered.
Picking up the, prescription for Edd, Ruth walked out of the drugstore down toward the Boulevard News, a small store building, wedged in between a liquor store and a pawn shop. The plate glass window had been painted over, completely. The sign said: BOULEVARD NEWS, Magazines, newspapers, books. Below, in smaller letter: Movie Arcade. On the door: Adults only! No one under 21 admitted. To herself, she thought: Well! This must be the place! I suppose Edd's been in here ... he seemed to know exactly where it was!
Ruth drew. a deep breath, sidled around two men standing near the entrance and pushed through the door into the store. Glancing around, she noted there were six or seven men standing about browsing through the magazines and books. The explicit nudity on most of the covers repelled her. The clerk at the counter ignored her. There was an almost dead silence in the place. Near the rear, she saw a curtain, over which a sign proclaimed: Movie, Arcade, 25 cents. She moved forward a few steps trying to locate the type of book the doctor had written down for Edd. Her eyes swept around the room, searchingly.
... Then, she saw them! They were soft plastic or rubber ... and extremely realistic! She had heard of such things before ... but she had never seen one. The glass showcase, behind which the clerk stood, was filled with dildoes. She knew, instinctively, their use. The idea repulsed her. Her face flamed crimson, and she glanced, nervously, at the counterman. He was engrossed in reading a paper-back book; apparently, he had still not noticed her. Ugh! How awful! She had a wild urge to flee.
Regaining control, she approached the counter. The clerk look up. "Yes ...?" He was completely disinterested.
"Do you have a copy of this ... b-book?" she asked, showing him the title.
"We've got one left ... I think ..." He reached behind him and took a black-bound book from a shelf. It was sealed in a plastic cover. Putting the book down on the counter in front of her, he went on. "It's one of our best items."
"How much is it' '" she asked.
"Ten dollars ..."
She gulped once and dipped into her purse for two fives.
The counterman slipped the book into a paper bag and asked, "That all, Ma'am?"
"Yes..."
"Thank you ... come back, again ..." he said, handing her the register receipt, as she turned away.
Gaining the street, Ruth heaved a sigh of relief and walked rapidly up the street to her parked car. The thought struck her that the sealed plastic cover on the book was rather like buying a pig in a poke. There was no possibility of examining the merchandise before buying.
When she was seated in the car, her curiosity bubbled over, and she removed the book from the paper sack. Ripping off the plastic cover she thumbed it open. It was richly illustrated in full color photographs. The first picture she saw depicted a man and woman in sexual intercourse, the man's hardened organ sunk deeply up inside her. The angle from which the picture had been taken, from behind the man and angled down at the woman's naked vagina, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Ruth blushed and snapped the book closed. Ugh! How do they get away with publishing junk like that?
She gave the book to Edd. "Well ... here it is!" she -said. "It seems like a pretty expensive prescription ... it cost ten dollars!"
Edd flipped the book open. "This is pretty good!" he exclaimed. "Maybe the old doe's got the right idea!" He began reading and was soon completely engrossed in it.
Ruth went about her household chores, but when she looked in on him an hour later, she found him fast asleep, the open book lying across his chest. Picking up the sex manual, she riffled through it, rapidly, before placing it on the bedside table; then she pulled the sheet up over her husband's chest and left him to sleep until supper time. What she had seen of the book left her cold. I suppose Ill eventually have to read it ... to keep peace in the family ... She didn't look forward to it; it seemed unnecessary. I don't know what Doctor Stillo intended ... but it must not have interested Edd ... if he could go to sleep reading it ...
At the evening meal, Edd managed to hobble to the table. He didn't have much of an appetite, and he seemed to be moody and morose.
Conversationally, Ruth asked him, "Did that sex book give. you a charge?"
"No," he grunted, "I've seen all that stuff before ... and read similar books. They're pretty much the same!"
"Some of that I glanced at seems to be pretty far out!"
"Not really ... I've done most of that ... already ...!"
"Oh?" she queried, arching an eyebrow.
"Before we were married!" he snapped. "I think that's part of the trouble, right now ... you'd never go along with doing things that are really stimulating! We're in a rut!"
"If we are ... it's a pretty good rut!" she flared.
"Yeah ... but you've never even tried ... that's why you ought to read that book ... maybe you'd learn how to please a man ... really turn me on!"
It was an old argument that kept cropping up between them, but Ruth didn't really want to argue; especially since Edd had just come home from the hospital, so she backed off from it.
"All right ... I'll read it ..." She made her own mental reservations about it, though: ... But, I'm not necessarily going to do what it says!
"Seriously, Ruth ..." he said, his face. drawn. "I don't know what's wrong with me ... why I can't get an erection ... but I'm going to need your help ... and understanding."
"Yeah ... sort of ... I even tried to get a hard-on using my hand ... but nothing happened ... and even the pictures in that book that should have had my cock standing straight up ... there was nothing!" He got up from the table and sat down in the living room while she cleared up the dinner dishes. Morosely, he sat there for a few moments, then selected three or four books from the bookcase and hobbled back to bed, deciding he'd rather read than watch television. Anyway, he felt better when he was lying in bed; his back didn't hurt as much.
In an attempt to fulfill leer promise to Edd, Ruth sat down with the sex manual Doctor Stillo had recommended. She opened it and began to peruse its contents, rather haphazardly skipping about, looking at a picture here and reading a snatch there. A few sections she read, completely. The book dealt with methods of sexual stimulation (illustrated), manual and oral, indicating the areas of the body involved, various positions of intercourse (each illustrated by at least one photograph), homosexual techniques, expressions of Lesbian love, along with complete descriptions of orgasm in both men and women. It was written in a scholarly manner; she found nothing objectionable in the text. It was the depiction of explicit sexual acts that revolted her, but she looked at them, feeling duty bound to do so. Edd seems to think so much depends on me ... and I know, from what it says here ... that if a woman uses her ... m-mouth ... it's very stimulating to a man ... but I-I couldn't bring myself to do that!
She never would have dreamed it would happen ... but as she read, she realized that tiny electric sparks of sexual arousal flashed in her loins; then she became aware of the moisture wetting her inner lips and the opening of her vagina. Uncomfortable from the tumescence in her genitals, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her panties seemed to irritate and stimulate her at the same time. Oh no! I'm getting all worked tip ... and there doesn't seem to be any chance that Edd will be able to ... to m-make l-love to me!
Putting the book aside, she rose and went into the bedroom, determined that she would find some way to arouse him, short of those abhorrent practices she just couldn't bring herself to consider. Uhg! That picture showing a woman with almost . all of that big thing in her mouth ... why it must have been halfway down her throat!
She found her husband propped up in bed ... asleep again. Deciding not to awaken him, yet, she gathered up her things to take into the bathroom with her, selecting a daringly revealing nightgown she had not worn ... because it was so sheer and sexy. Then, she remembered, Edd had bought it for her. He had told her, when he gave it to her, that it was as much for him as for her. He's always wanted me to be ... a sort of sexy wanton ... But I just can't let myself g-go ...
In the bathroom, she turned on the shower, adjusting the spray to a comfortable warmth and began undressing. Her act of arousal seemed to be increased by the act of disrobing; there was a certain sensuousness pervading her as her clothing slid from her body garment by garment. The movements were like a series of silky caresses over her sensate body.
Standing nude, finally, she looked down the length of her lovely body as insistent keening sensations stabbed at her loins and breasts. Then she noted her nipples were distended and hard, spearing out pink and tender from the darker, crinkled areolas.
Unconsciously, her hands moved up to cup and lift the fullness of her perfectly mounding breasts, her own hands cool yet prickly on them, as she massaged and kneaded them with her fingers, the smooth, alabaster flesh pliant and sensate, and she began to feel an increased tension of sexual need. Those tiny sparks of desire in her loins, were being boosted in voltage until they arced slashingly in her, her body demanding its rapturous release. Oh ... I'm only making it worse ... for myself ... and there's nothing ... I-I can do about it ... as long as Edd can't ... d-do it to me!
Her hands dropped away from the smooth, white hemispheres of her breasts, and she looked at her reflection in the mirror, young, vibrant, beautiful ... and; needful. A horrible thought crossed her mind; she had never considered it a possibility: Oh, God ... what if Edd s never able to do it ... again!
She had, purposely, kept her own optimism at a high level to counter Edd's more-or-less hopeless attitude. Now, as it drained away from her, she was struck with the horror of a possible situation: The rest of her married life ... without any sex, at all! Oh, no ...!
A rush . of desire swept over her, and her hands went, again, to her throbbing breasts, her fingers plucking at the sensitive nipples, as in her imagination, she felt Edd's mouth on them, sucking and nibbling there ... as he always did. I'm too young to ... to face not having anything ... nothing at all ...!
Caressingly, her hands moved down across the flat plane of her belly, smoothed into the inverted curve of her waist, then out over the swell of her hips to move in sensuous circles on the smoothly white globes of her buttocks; momentarily her hands were Edd's hands, and she tried to imagine what it would be like ... if he never did that, again. Even if I'm not as sexy as Edd wants me ... I-I've come to orgasm enough to know ... I-I need it ... have to have it ... pretty regular ... and if Edd couldn't do it ... how could I ever get it ... again?
... And, then, uncontrolled, her hand crept to the triangle of her loins, covering the golden down, cupping it in her palm to squeeze tightly up against it, her middle finger going in, unconsciously, to find the sensitive, erect bud of her clitoris, hidden deeply in the fleshy folds of her cunt. Instant, flashingly erotic sensations seared her belly. It was the same delicious feeling Edd could produce in her with his finger ... or the hardness of his erect penis.
Ruth gasped; her mind reeled. Old prohibitions crowded in on her. It was wrong! ... And the wrongness of it, in her mind ... drubbed into her like old wive's tales when she was a little girl, could not be squared with the needs of her youthful body. She took her hand away. Even if that stupid book does say there's nothing wrong with it ... I-I just couldn't do that ... to myself!
The array of huge rubber penises she had seen displayed in the showcase, at the Boulevard News, where she had bought the sex manual; flashed through her mind. She saw them, again, clearly, standing straight up, literally dozens of the life-like, fully erect cocks, some of them more huge than she could imagine any man being, and she was repulsed, again. Ugh! I suppose some women use those things t-to masturbate with ... and bring themselves to orgasm! ... But, she couldn't imagine doing it, herself. I'll just have to learn to get along w-without ... I guess ... If Edd doesn't get well ... With an effort of will, she tried to put her great need out of her mind.
Then she stepped into the bathtub and closed the glass doors. The water was at the exact temperature she liked. It felt terribly good as it sprayed over her body. Business-like she took the bar of lightly perfumed soap and began to lather her body, running her hands, caressingly, but unconsciously so over her breasts, her abdomen, thighs, buttocks and, finally, her genitals. Desperately, she tried to ignore the erotic signals her body beamed to her.
She did ignore the sex messages, until she turned up the pressure to begin rinsing the soap off; then, as she faced the stinging shower, it seemed to caress her, and her body was alive to the lewd sensations it created. Then, she remembered:
She had read it in that book, tonight ... but it had meant nothing then. Suddenly, she knew. She would do it. Certainly it was harmless ... and maybe it would work. Impulsively,. her hands trembling, she reached up to the shower head and twisted it off. Instantly, the stinging spray became a full, torrential stream of water. She leaned back, allowing the stream to strike her directly on the fleshy folds of her pussy. No ... this isn't right ... ! What did it say to do?
Remembering, after a moment, she lay down in the tub, spreading her legs wide and shifting her hips about until the full stream of water was hitting against' the pulsating shaft of her tiny clitoris. Both her hands, then, went to her pussy, one on either side, to spread the fleshy lips, slightly, exposing her cunt, nakedly, to the rushing stream. She would never have believed it possible. It began to feel so good ... so wonderfully erotic, and I'm not doing ... a-anything to myself ... really ... it's just the water! OOOoooohhhhh!
Delicately delicious ecstasy began to envelop �her, and she was lost in the complete enjoyment of it. She shivered and moaned aloud, uncontrollably, as her hips began to undulate upwards against the stream of water. "OOoooh, that's wonderful ...!"
Yes ... the masturbatory effect of the water felt wonderful to her, but there was something missing. She needed more to bring her to that plateau of rapture that was the jumping off place for the mountain top of her orgasm. It's not the same ... as h-having Edd's c-cock ... deep up inside of me! She was instantly shocked and horrified that she had thought of it, and more so when she realized she had actually named it. It was a word she had, steadfastly, refused to say ... even to herself.
Then, she spotted the white, plastic nozzle of her vaginal douche kit hanging with its long hose over the top of the shower enclosure. She had used it many times for its designed purpose. Now, she saw a different use for it. Reaching-up, she unscrewed the nozzle from the hose. Then, she held it in her hand for a moment, studying it, a feeling of shame flooding through her as she contemplated a new use for the implement. After all, it's been in me lots of times ...!
Not realizing that she was using it as a dildo, she inserted the smooth plastic nozzle into the warm throbbing channel of her cunt, moving it in and out, vigorously; instinctively, she concentrated on the top of her cuntal passage where she felt the most sensation ... but ... its too small! It's not filling me ... the way Edd's cock does!
Desperately, she plunged the makeshift little cock in and out of her seething cunt ... feeling, knowing that her orgasm was there, just out of reach, tantalizing her. Oh, God ...! I've got to have s-something bigger ... in me! I'm so close ... so close to cumming ... but I can't yet!
She dropped the douche nozzle into the bathtub beside her. I've already gone this far ... I-I might as well ... Holding three of her fingers, rigidly, together, she plunged them into her needful, love-starved cunt. OOoooh! That s it! Aaugh!
All the prohibitions, taboos and chidings that could have been mustered would not have stopped her, at that moment. With closed eyes, she lay back in the steamy warmth of the bathtub, spreading her white, smoothly tapering thighs wider for greater access and ease, her own hand transformed, in her imagination, into Edd's massive, rampaging cock.
She could feel the lubricious liquidity of her tender vaginal lining on her fingers as they moved in and out, rhythmically, the breadth of her three fingers feeling almost like the plunging cock-head Edd had driven into her so often.
Then, her other hand found the shaft of her sensitive, throbbing clitoris, and together both hands moved in unison, while ecstatically searing sensations swept over her, almost drowning her in soaring erotic rapture.
Ruth was lost completely to herself-indulgent, auto-erotic stimulation, and she reveled in it. It had been too long ... too many days and nights that she had been denied her sexuality. Now, she felt almost the same ... as if Edd were laboring over her, his muscular body driving his hard cock into her ... and she was almost ready to cum. There was only one thing wrong: Oh, God ... my fingers aren't long enough ... t-to reach all the way up inside ... the way Edd's cock does!
The array of realistic plastic cocks, the dildoes she had seen in the showcase popped into her mind, and she knew, suddenly, that if she had one, right at that instant, it would be right. It would be the answer to her need ... and her need was great! She had to cum ... now!
Increasingly the depth to which her plunging fingers reached, desperately, she drove her striving body, as her hips writhed in uncontrollable gyrations under her; then faster and faster she stroked herself ... until, with a rush, her orgasm overcame her, convulsively. Her legs jerked out, splaying widely, her breath came pantingly, and she kept her hand moving, wildly and recklessly for several more cunt-punishing, plundering strokes. Then, with one final plunge, her hips thrust up to meet her hand. AAAAAAAuuuuuuug gggggghhhhhhh! I-It's almost here! IM c c u u u u u u u m m m m m mmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnunnnnnnggggggggggg! AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaauuuutitiuuugggggggghhh!
With a sigh of satisfaction, Ruth relaxed back into the bathtub, as wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria swept over her. I-I came! Oh! It feels so good ... absolutely wonderful! ... Almost the same ... as if Edd had f-fucked me!
Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. I-I did it to myself!
She was shocked. She had been so involved that her conscious mind had been out of control. It was her body that demanded and got its release. She had masturbated herself to complete orgasm! ... And, F actually thought that horrible word Edd's always using! Dear God! It's horrible ... to think about it ... I abused myself ... and it's wrong! Wrong!
Guilt and remorse crowded into her mind to negate the pleasure that she had experienced but moments before, and she reached for the faucet handles, turned the stream of water off and stood to her feet. Determinedly, she screwed the shower head into place, turned the water on again and hastily finished her shower.
Quickly, she dried herself, not daring to look at her own beautifully luscious body, glowing with health and the aftermath of soaring, sexual satisfaction; then, clutching her dressing robe about her, she padded back into her bedroom. Edd was still asleep. Under no circumstances, now, she decided, would she awaken him.
Selecting one of her older, cover-up nightgowns, she shrugged it on over her head to hide the shame of her body from herself. It felt s-so good ... for a little while ... Why do I have to ruin it ... by feeling so guilty about it?
Tenderly, she tucked Edd in, pulling up the bedclothes comfortably around him. He stirred once, turned to his side and settled back to sleep. Dear God ... what can I do ...? If Edd doesn't get well ... so he can make love to me ... the right way ... it would be more than I could take ... and I d-don't want to d-do it to myself ... like I just did! I feel so bad ... afterwards ...
She snapped out the light and crawled into bed, but her mind would not stop mulling it all over ... But, if Edd doesn't get well ... I'd have to do s-something! Oh, why couldn't I learn ... like that book says ... to have sex ... all kinds of sex ... without feeling guilty about it?
It was no use, she discovered, trying to imagine herself buying and using one of those dildoes. She rejected the idea completely. There's only, one solution ... Edd has got to get well ... and that's a medical problem! She made up her mind, right then! Tomorrow, she would see Doctor Stillo herself. She had to find out what was really wrong with Edd ... and get him started on some treatment to cure him. He's got to get well!
CHAPTER SIX
Reluctantly, Doctor Ray Stillo had agreed to see Ruth, after she had, tearfully, begged his receptionist, then himself, when he was called to the phone, she assuring him that it was urgently necessary for her to see him; so he had fitted her into his busy schedule. She sat, nervously, across the desk from him, twisting and untwisting a delicate handkerchief.
"Mrs. Reed ... just as I told your husband ... I found nothing medically wrong ... and he should be up and around getting some exercise ..."
"... but, he seems to be terribly worried ... And upset because h-he can't ... seem t-to ..." She stopped, not knowing how, to continue.
"To what ..." the doctor probed.
"T-to make l-love ... he's not able to ..."
"To get an erection?" he asked, finishing for her.
"Yes ..." She looked down in embarrassment.
"We talked about that ... it's nothing to worry abut ... completely temporary, I'm sure." The doctor told her. "There are several techniques outlined in that book I recommended ... and you can help him a great deal!"
"Yes ... we got the book ..."
"Have you read it ... and have you tried any of those ideas?" he probed.
"I-I glanced through it," she admitted.
"You'll have to commit yourself to action, also, Mrs. Reed!" he chided.
"... but, I couldn't bring myself t-to do some of those things!" she said, with some feeling.
Doctor Stillo looked at her, not missing any of the loveliness of her. He liked what he saw; she was definitely a delicious piece of femininity. "I should think you'd be able to rouse him, easily!" he said, meaningfully.
His stare was uncomfortable. She had the feeling this man across the desk was mentally undressing her, and her skin seemed to crawl and prickle under her clothing.
"Anyway ..." he went on, after a slight pause, "those sex activities you seem to find abhorrent can be learned ... just like any other human activity ... and if you're truly interested in helping your husband, you'll have to learn them!"
"... but ... they're so wrong ... s-so immoral!" she wailed.
"Morals be damned!" he snapped. "Is sex important to you ... at all?"
"Y-yes ... I-I think so ..."
"Then it's up to you to learn how to help your husband!"
"But, what if I can't ... it might be just in his mind! Isn't there something you could do to help him ... some medicine ... or treatment?" Her eyes glistened with quick tears. "I d-don't know what I'd do ... if Edd doesn't get well! I need him ... too!"
The doctor smiled. "Then you are interested! But you're worried about you ... and your needs ... aren't you?"
Her quick nod assured him he was right and he went on, "But if your husband didn't get well ... there are several ways you could still get sexual satisfaction ... you know that don't you?"
"Y-yes ..." She blushed, remembering her self-induced orgasm of last night.
"Then ... you've considered the possibility of an affair with another man?"
His blunt question took her by surprise. She gasped, "I-I most certainly wouldn't!"
"Next best would be a lesbian affair ... with another woman ..." he pressed, noting her pretty discomfiture.
She looked at him in disbelief. "N-no ... never! Ugh! That's ... unthinkable!"
"Masturbation would be a poor third, though!" he observed.
"That's what I-I thought you meant ..."
"Then ... you've already discovered at least one outlet?"
"Y-yes ..." She looked down to avoid his piercing eyes.
"Since you posed the question ... you know the alternatives open to you, but I still maintain ... your husband's impotence is temporary ... and you have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Reed." He arose from his chair indicating the interview was finished.
"Thank you ... D-doctor ..." She stood to her feet and turned to leave his office.
"Good bye ... Mrs. Reed."
He remained standing behind his desk to watch her as she crossed the room, opened the door and went through it. The easy grace of her body, the obvious, curvaceous fullness of her breasts, thighs and buttocks intrigued him. Yes ... he saw her as a very lovely woman who felt a desperate need for sexual fulfillment. His usual professional detachment in his dealings with patients began to break down as he regarded her as a woman. She's a tempting little morsel ... and rather mixed up in her approach to sex!
He felt the familiar crawling lift of his testicles and the expanding lurch of leis penis as he was stimulated, sexually. He stared at the closed door through which she had just passed. Damn! She could stand a little straightening out ... and Doc Stillo might be just the man who could do it!
"Damn it, Ray," Grace Stillo said, "it's too risky!"
It was Thursday, the day Doctor Ray Stillo always took off in the middle of the week, from his medical duties, and after a late breakfast, he had just told his lovely wife of his plan involving Edd and Ruth Reed.
"Not really ..." he said, mildly, surprised at her snappishness.
"You'd be breaking your own rule about not getting involved with your patients ... that's all ..." she explained, her eyes softening. "I wasn't trying to start an argument ... or anything ... especially on your day off."
"She's not my patient ... her husband is!" he defended. "It's not the same!"
They were sitting on the big couch in their sumptuous living room drinking second cups of steaming coffee. He looked over at her, surveying her almost classic profile, heavy, raven hair, firm, up thrusting breasts that tended to escape from her dressing robe and the smooth whiteness of her tapering thigh showing as she crossed her legs, provocatively. He didn't have to settle it, today, but he would have to have his wife's help and cooperation. He reached out and dipped his hand, playfully, into the front of her robe, capturing the lush mound of a vibrant breast to caress and tease, the berry-like nipple coming up spiky-hard in the palm of his hand, instantly. Her face turned to him, inquiringly, a smile of almost lewd expectation spreading across it.
"Feeling horny, Doctor?" she asked.
"Yes ... and I was just thinking ... you'd like Edd Reed ... too ... he's quite a handsome guy ... and probably virile ... when he's functioning ..."
"Do you mean he's got the proper equipment?"
"Yes ... but he's got this thing in his mind that he can't raise an erection ... and that's where you come in, darling!"
"Me ..." she .questioned. "You mean ... bring them into the group?"
Grace's hand ran up under her husband's bathrobe to find the gaping fly of his pajamas, her hand worming in to find the already hardened shaft of his cock. "I'd rather stick with those I know can do the job," she said, "like this one!"
"And another half-dozen I could name!" he countered, then went on. "We need new blood. Since that young professor and his wife moved back east ... and that novelist with the redheaded fireball moved to San Francisco, the membership is down some ... and we're supposed to host the next get-together, so it's up to us to do something about it ... O.K.?"
"It sounds difficult! How am I supposed to get next to a man with a problem like that?"
Ray Stillo's hand on her sensitive breast pushed her back on the couch and he leaned over her. He undid the knot at the waist of her robe and pulled the garment open, revealing her naked body to his lewdly avid gaze. His fingers traced down across the alabaster plane of her flat belly, targeting in on the downy blackness at the triangle of her loins.
"Knowing you, baby ... I don't think you'll have any problems at all ... especially if we play it the way I explained it to you ... "
She gasped with pleasure as his hand began to rummage in the moist, sensate flesh of her pussy. Inviting more of the same, her thighs parted. slightly, to allow him further access. Relaxing back against the cushions. Grace let him have his way with her. It was one of the things she enjoyed most on Ray's middle-of-the-week day of relaxation ... and recreation; the fact that she had him all to herself.
Grace realized she was lucky to have Ray Stillo for a husband. He was one of the most successful physicians in the whole state ... with an income to match his success. All she had to do was to look around their home to assure herself of that.
... then, there was sex ... the kind that was coming up in just a few moments. His demands for sex -- of all kinds -- was boundless; of course. she mused, her own sexual appetite was a good match of his. That's what she liked about Ray. He was tolerant ... and he expected the same of her. By common consent, they both sought sexual satisfaction with other partners. They both did what they liked; the only rule was there was to be no subterfuge, nothing was hidden from each other. The only other iron-clad agreement was that she had to be available when lie wanted her and his day off was almost always spent with her. Actually, their arrangement had strengthened their marriage ... especially after they had become members of the group ... a swap club. That was their real smorgasbord!
Down below, she felt his warm breath wash over the pulsing, sensitive flesh of her cunt, and she knew what to expect next. Shifting herself into position for him, she parted her shapely, tapering thighs wide, thrusting one leg up over the low back of the couch, the other pulled widely to the side ... and she field her breath, expectantly, waiting for the first flesh-searing contact. AAaaagggh! His tongue dipped into the rapidly moistening channel to run in tiny teasing circles just inside the opening of her throbbing cuntal passage. She groaned aloud. "Oh, Ray ... that feels good!"
Something unintelligible came from him, his hot breath washing over her sensate furrow, but she knew he had heard and responded. Anyway, he knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it. That was part of their exceptional compatibility.
Ray was a good lover. No. He was, more than that; he was really outstanding! Of all he different men she had experienced, Ray was. still the best; the one who could bring her to full arousal -- and satisfy her, every time! In a way he's an artist! He plays on a woman's body ... like an accomplished musician plays his instrument! Ooooh!
As Grace's hips began to move in uncontrollable, little circles up against her husband's mouth, she remembered how hard it had been, the first time, when she had watched him fuck another woman. It was Irene, the redheaded fireball wife of the novelist, who lay under him, that night, her legs pulled up all the way to her breasts, mashing them, cruelly, while Ray's big cock had plundered her unmercifully. She had watched in reluctant, horrified fascination until they had collapsed ... but only after the redhead had cum four times ... But, it was harder, I think ... when the novelist was making it with me ... and I knew Ray was watching ...
Now, Ray's tongue was on the throbbingly erect shaft of her clitoris, and she gasped with the pleasurable shock of it, her hands going down to Ray's head to guide him ... and let him know her enjoyment of it. "Oh, God ... Ray! Eat me ... good ... and all the way!" she moaned.
His tongue, moist and warm, was like smooth honey on her. Suddenly, she thrust her loins up at him in a supplication to him to do it, again. His tongue had left her clitoris and moved down the full length of her now hungrily pulsating furrow, until the tip of it was probing at the wrinkled, brown ring of her anus. The erotic shock of it was almost too much. Constant mewling sounds emitted from her mouth, as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm. His probing tongue there made her remember that Ray had joined the novelist, after a few moments ... and both of them had fucked her the big, raw-boned writer rampaging in her searing cunt ... while Ray's bit cock had introduced her to the impossible joys of anal intercourse, for the first time. I hadn't thought it possible ... to be fucked by two men ... at the same time! She had had it that way several times since; actually, she rather preferred it, for she always experienced multiple orgasms. There isn't anything quite like it ... especially when you can just cum and cum ... and keep cumming ...
Ray's mouth was tucked in tight against the flesh of her cunt, now, his tongue plundering in and out of her throbbing passage with greater speed. Her hands on his head held him into her even closer, and her pelvis moved wildly with her head.
"Make me cum ... darling!" she moaned.
Then ... the convulsive rapture of her first orgasm came to her, and she rose to meet it, her thighs splaying out, her hips jerking upwards to his mouth, offering him the whole of her being.
"Aaaaaauuughhh! Oh, that's it, Ray!" she cried. "I'm cummmming! Aaaaaaaauuuggghhh!" Then, as tiny aftershocks of it coursed through her. she begged him, "Keep me cumming, Ray!"
He knew what she wanted. His tongue was already busy on her, again, licking insanely at the pulsating head of her clitoris. Before her body could descent to a lower level of arousal, she was back on the mountain top of another orgasm. "AAAAaaauuuugghhhh! Oh, God, Ray that's it! Again ... and, again!" she pleaded. "AAgggaaaiiiiiinnnnn! OOOoohhh! AAAAuuugggHHH!"
She came ... and came, until she slumped back into the cushions of the couch in final surrender, her eyes closed, breath coming in short, panting gasps.
Ray Stillo leaned his torso over her, captured her soft, sensuously pliant lips and kissed her tenderly, his tongue probing into her mouth until she began to suck and nibble on it, hungrily. After a few moments he leaned away from her. and said, "Not that you need the practice, darling ... but what say we go into the bedroom ... for a preview of your little scene with Edd Reed?"
"You still want to go through with that?"
"You know it! Just wait until you see her!" he said, enthusiastically.
"You're a bastard sometimes, Ray!" she said, smiling up at him. "But a loveable bastard! She must really be something ... or you wouldn't have that goatish gleam in your eye!"
"Would you like to have a description?"
"No ... I'll be seeing her, myself ... and if she's all you say ... maybe I'd be interested, too ..."
"Well ... there's always a possibility for a nice trio!" he said, without rancor, accepting his wife's point of view.
"Then you'll do it?"
"For you, darling ... yes," she said, rising from the couch to take him by the hand and leading the way to their bedroom.
Doctor Stillo threw his dressing robe from him and stripped off his pajamas, then, he removed her only garment, a frilly, feminine peignoir. She stood before him, proudly naked, perfectly sculpted in living, vibrant flesh, every detail of her lovely body etched into his memory. He clasped her in his strong arms and murmured, "You won't be sorry ... Reed's got something there for you ... we've just got to get it started again!"
"We ..."she questioned.
"Sure! My session with his sexy little wife is the other side of the coin!" he told her.
With mutual consent, they sank down to the soft bed, Ray stretching out to full length and pulling his wife down on top of him. She kissed him, feelingly, then as she moved down, slithering her body, sinuously, the soft moistness of her lips trailing down across his chest to pay homage, briefly, to the two, tiny male nipples, she raised her head to say, "Of course, this is all in the name of medical science ..."
He caught her sarcastic approach. "Certainly ... you little bitch! It'll kill two birds, as they say ... besides I'm in the mood for a strange piece of tail ... and I'm really going to enjoy my fucking work!"
Grace grinned at him, lewdly, "You always enjoy it ... don't you?"
"Yes ... and if you don't, get busy ... I'll have to do something drastic!"
"Like what ... daddy?" She feigned terror.
"I'll get out that twelve inch dildo ... and give you, a real going over with it!"
She shivered, delicately, "Oh, Ray ... you scare me to death with threats like that ..." she smiled. "Will you do it right away?"
"Yeah ... later," he promised. "Now, quit talking ... and use that beautiful mouth for something worthwhile!"
"All right, darling ..."
Obediently, her lips returned to his body, trailing moistly down across the still hard-muscled. flat belly, her fingernails scratching lightly over the erect length of his throbbing cock that reached up, yearningly, toward the ceiling. She hovered over him, now, on all fours, her face poised just above the blood-engorged cockhead, the warm, moist air of her breath washing over it for a moment or two.
Ray sucked in his breath, deeply as his wife knelt there over him to take his massive cock in both hands. Using her open palms, she rolled the hardened rod of flesh between them, slowly. He raised his head to watch her, as delicious sensations centered there, bringing his prick to even greater pulsing hardness. Then, with practiced expertise, she gripped the shaft of his expanding cock with both hands, and much as she were wringing dry a wet garment, her hands moved in opposite directions, gently yet firmly, several times. Lacerating ecstatic sensations were produced, instantly in him, and he groaned aloud. "God ... Grace ... get it in your mouth ... and start sucking!"
His loins thrust upward, toward her waiting lips, involuntarily, even as the warm moistness of her open lips captured the sensitive head of his wildly pulsating cock. Reaching down, he tangled his fingers, tightly, in her hair to guide and control the rhythm of her head as she began to move with slow, sure and even strokes, each one absorbing more of his hard length into her mouth and throat. With his head still raised, slightly, he watched her hollowing cheeks and nibbling, sucking lips. His watching seemed to make the sensations that much more acute and exciting; at the same time, he could feel her tongue as it swirled around and around, crazily, inside her mouth, caressing him. Then, he felt her teeth, as she allowed them barely to graze him, eliciting even stronger erotic sensations. Damn! There isn't anybody like Grace! She really knows how to turn a man on!
Almost all of one wall of their expensively furnished bedroom was covered with a huge plate-glass mirror. He laid back on the pillow and turned his head to look into it. He could see the entire bed; especially, he had a perfect profile view of Grace's face, as he began to thrust his hips up, now, in countering rhythm to her bobbing head. He could see, plainly, the shaft of his big cock moving in and out of her ovaled, lipstick-covered lips. The erotic sight caused him to jerk his loins up into her face, until in the mirror, it seemed she was taking all of it down her throat. Only a little stretch of his shaft showed, white and glistening above his hairy loins and below her tensile-tight lips. Her nose nestled into the thatch of his pubic hair, each time her lips came down, sheathingly, over him.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on each out stroke made the lust-inflated head of his cock throb and jerk with ever-increasing exquisite sexual excitement. He watched, with salacious satisfaction, in the mirror, as her lips were pulled out, clingingly, to the flesh of his prick, then stuffed back in, again, on the in stroke. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her stimulating task, and he knew that she, too, was enjoying it as she always did.
Briefly, his mind drifted to Ruth Reed. He really enjoyed introducing women like her to the first joys of uninhibited sex. He could see her now, in his mind's eye, as lie shoved his cock into her mouth for the first time. Hell! If anybody can teach her ... I can! Her education is long overdue! It was really going to be fun to watch her when he pumped his hot semen down her throat ... and forced her to swallow it!
"Come on, Grace ... suck it!" he grunted. "I'm getting- pretty damned close ... already!"
Below, his wife slaved over his big cock, doing his bidding, one hand going to his heavy, ball-laden sac, her fingers scratching lightly over its wrinkled surface; then, she trailed a tantalizing finger down to tease the sensitive little opening of his anal orifice. In the mirror he saw Grace's beautiful torso crouched over him, her black hair falling down, now, over his loins, the soft brushing sensation of it increasing his own pleasure. Her breasts danced, prettily, below, as her whole body was absorbed in her erotic task, and he could see tiny droplets of perspiration , forming on her skin. One thing's sure ... Grace really puts herself into it ...
He could feel the pressure building in him. It wouldn't be long now! His cock in her mouth felt like it was expanding to even more massive dimensions. The acid burning sensation in his urethra felt like a burning fuse leading to the dynamite stick of his ready-to-explode cock. God! He felt like it was ready to explode ... now!
Convulsively, his loins jerked up hard against her face. He heard her muffled voice of protest, but he ignored it. It was almost there! The building torture of the sexual tension was almost too much. He had to cum!
... then, suddenly, he felt everything give way, inside him, deep in his loins, and he felt the racing, pumping stream of semen as it hosed through the length of his cock with convulsive force. He gasped with the exquisite final release from the torturing need to cum, and gave himself over to the enjoyment of the delicious rapture of it.
His cock commenced a wild, jerking action, expanding even more in the confines of her mouth, shooting his cum, machine-gun like, without warning, into his wife's insanely sucking mouth, filling her oral cavern with a barrage of his hot, white sperm. Her cheeks bloated out around the shaft of his cock, and he thrust his loins up into her face with a final, muscle-tensing plunge to drive his massive shaft the final centimeter into her throat. She was forced to swallow it. He had pulled her head down hard against his loins, at the same time, and he could hear her throat working as she swallowed and swallowed; then, she crooned and mewled over him.
"Keep on ... sucking!" he gasped. "God! Keep ... sucking!" He didn't want it to stop ... ever.
Grace knew her husband ... knew what he wanted. She kept right on sucking wildly on his jerking cock, as he continued to ejaculate his load of sperm deep into her mouth.
Finally, with one last mighty groan, the last of his cum was emptied into her hotly milking throat, but she went on, continuing to nibble and suck gently, until every last drop of it was sucked deep into her hungering belly. Then, she used her tongue to lick the deflating cockhead clean. As it returned to what she knew would be only a temporary flaccid state, she released it from her mouth and rested her head on his thigh.
Ray emitted a shivering sigh of satisfaction and relaxed down into the soft bed, his hands caressing his wife's beautiful face, reveling in the smooth, unblemished texture of her creamy skin.
After a few moments of quiet enjoyment, she slid, sinuously up his body, captured his lips and kissed him hard, her tongue searching into his mouth, and he could taste the pungent flavor of his own seminal essence that still remained, faintly, in her mouth. Finally, when she broke the kiss and cuddled down alongside him, he murmured: "That was great ... baby doll ... just great!"
"I wanted it to be good for you, Ray ... after what you did for me with your tongue on the couch ..."
"MMmmmmm ..." he acknowledged. "I'm going to take a little nap, now ... to rest up a bit!"
"All right, darling ..." she agreed, snuggling up closer to him.
She knew it was only the beginning of a wonderful day ... and night ... and she was terribly glad she was married to him. Most of the other professional men she knew would have been on the golf course ... but, not Ray Stillo. His favorite indoor sport was right there with her. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what sort of a man Edd Reed could be. I can't imagine a man ... not being able to raise an erection! She reached out to her husband's cock ... to reassure herself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Isn't it marvelous, Edd," Ruth bubbled, " ... Doctor Stillo just called ... and he and his wife are coming here tonight to start some special treatments on you ..."
"Treatments ...? What kind of treatments?"
"Well ... it seems his wife was a physical therapist ... before they got married," she explained, "and he was discussing your ... your c-case with her ... and she volunteered to come over and give you a massage and adjustment to your back ..."
"I don't know what the hell good that'd do!" he groused.
"Doctor Stillo said that sometimes getting all of a person's backbone back in place would make a difference ... something about relieving pressure on a nerve," she went on, repeating what the doctor had said. "... Anyway; it's worth a try ... isn't it?"
Edd looked at her questioningly, "How come all this special attention from Doc Stillo ... and his wife?"
"I guess he's worried about y-you ..." she said transparently.
He saw through her immediately. "You mean ... you're worried ... and you probably went to see him ... about me ... about my not being able to get a hard on ... That's right isn't it?"
"Y-Yes, darling ... th-that's right ..." she admitted. "But ... I only did it ... because I wanted to help you!"
"All right ... I suppose I'll have to put up with it ... since it's already arranged ... but it beats me how a massage and a back adjustment could help me ... with the kind of problem I've got!"
"The doctor said his wife was a real expert, Edd!"
Friday evening, about 8:30 Doctor Ray Stillo and his wife Grace arrived at the Reed's apartment. Ruth met them graciously at the door and invited them into the modest living quarters. The doctor lugged in a rather large box-like affair, resembling a piece of luggage. He deposited it casually in the hallway and followed his wife and Ruth Reed into the living room. Ed limped out of the bedroom, clad in pajamas and bathrobe to meet them. He was surprised at the raven-haired beauty of Mrs. Stillo. It was something he hadn't expected. Somehow, his image of a masseuse involved a towering, massive figure with bulging muscles. He suggested a drink. Ruth took the orders; mixed and served, standing in for her husband who usually did the honors.
"I was looking through the medical literature on this ... and thought maybe a pinched nerve could be the culprit ... I found some references to it ... and when I mentioned it to Grace ... she agreed to give it a try ..." the doctor explained. "Do you feel like you'd like to go along with it?"
"I guess it couldn't hurt ... the massage would help, to relax me ... if nothing else ..." Edd agreed.
"I think Ray's diagnosis of a pinched nerve sounds reasonable," Grace added, "... but it's up to you ... er ..."
"Edd ..." Edd supplied.
"It's up to you, Edd ... I wouldn't want to let you think you were being pressured into it," she finished.
"O.K., you can go ahead and give me the treatment," Edd agreed. "I just don't think it'd do much good for me!"
Later, as Grace finished her highball, she rose to her feet and said, "Well ... let's get ready for your treatment, Edd!" She smiled at her husband. "Ray ...?"
The doctor got up, went into the hallway and brought her portable table, setting it up quickly in the Reed's bedroom, and helped Edd onto it.
"We'll have to get rid of that robe ... and at least the tops of your pajamas!" Grace Stillo observed.
Obediently Edd shed the garments, grunting, "I'll keep the bottoms, though!"
"Suit yourself ... . Edd, but it'd be better ... if you were completely nude ..."
"No thank yoga!" he emphasized.
Ruth watched the preparations with interest as Edd lay face down on the narrow table; then she felt Doctor Stillo's touch on her arm. "Ruth ... you and I can go enjoy another drink while Grace works on him ... O.K.?"
"Why ... y-yes, of course, doctor... if you'd rather ..." she smiled.
"I'd rather!" he stated. "Grace doesn't need my help here ... this is a field I know very little about!"
Grace, who had begun to knead and pommel the muscles of Edd's shoulders, looked up and grinned, "Yes, Ray ... you and Ruth run along ... I do prefer privacy ... when I'm working on a patient."
Ruth caught some sort of significant glance exchanged between the doctor and his wife, and she could have sworn there was something of a lewd salaciousness in it. Then, on quick reflection, she decided she must have imagined it. There was no reason for her to think that the doctor and his wife had some ulterior motive in what they were doing. Everything was much too straightforward. They seemed to be eager to help Edd in any way they could. She dismissed the impression from her mind as a bit of foolishness.
Back in the living room, she asked, "Doctor ... do you think it'll really help him?"
"It might very well might," he said, "however, a good deal of the success of any treatment depends upon .the patient ... whether the person wants to be helped ..."
"I understand ... doctor ... and Edd seems to be awfully pessimistic about the whole thing ... that's the whole trouble, isn't it?"
"Yes ... and actually, my own diagnosis -- the one I truly believe -- is that it's all in his mind ... and that's a job for a psychiatrist!" He smiled at her quick frown. "But, I agreed to the physical therapy approach ... as a sort of experiment ..." He stopped short. ."Hey ... how about those drinks ...?"
"Oh yes ... I almost forgot ..." She started toward the bar, but the doctor stopped her.
"I'll mix!" he said. "If you don't mind ... I'm a pretty good bartender. I probably missed my calling ..." He grinned at her disarmingly.
She was glad of his offer to build the drinks; the proportions always seemed to escape her. Sitting down comfortably on the couch, she smiled her agreement. "Please ... I really prefer to have a man do the drinks ..."
Surreptitiously, as he mixed the tall highballs, Ray Stillo added a few drops of Dhattura to her drink. He had carried the small phial in his pocket in preparation for the evening's activities. It was easier if inhibitions were broken down right at the start.
He brought the drinks to where she sat and handed hers to her. "Try that, Ruth," he said, genially.
She sipped. "It's very good, doctor ..." she complimented.
"Let's knock off the doctor stuff!" lie told her. "My name's Ray ... and my wife's name is Grace ... I'm not in my office now! Among friends ... we're just ordinary people."
"All right ... if you insist, Ray it is ..." She lifted her glass and drank.
Ray sat down beside her, lifted his own glass and took a healthy swallow, smacking his lips appreciatively, "Yes ... that's a good drink ... I always build them double!"
"Heavens! I'd better take it easy then!" She had just taken a generous swallow of her own.
"Plenty of time ... Ruth. Grace'll be working with him for quite a while! She's very thorough!"
He looked over at her, appraisingly, his eyes sweeping over her sensuously, taking in all of her blonde loveliness.
"Edd's very lucky to have a woman like you for a wife," he said.
Ruth felt her face flush. She didn't know how to handle his statement. "What do you m-mean ... ?" she asked in confusion.
"You're a very lovely woman ... and a sexy one!" he complimented.
Now, her face flamed crimson. "Well ... thank you ... Ray. ... but I-I ..." She stopped in real confusion. There were strange fires beginning to glow down between her thighs in her loins ... and there was no reason for it. She had had only the one weak highball she had made for herself ... and about half of the double. It couldn't be the alcohol.
"Is something wrong, my dear?" he asked.
"No ... n-not really ... I just had a strange feeling come over me ..." she shrugged. "It's nothing really ..."
"A feeling like ... you'd like to be fucked?" he asked, smiling at her lewdly.
"No!"
"You are ... you know ..."
"I-I don't follow you ... what you mean ...?" she gasped, an inkling of what was happening to her filtering through her whirling mind.
"I mean ... you're going to get fucked ... by me!" he told her.
She tried to rise from the couch, furious with him, angry with what he had said and the vulgar way in which he had said it. "Don't be ridiculous!" she snapped.
His strong hand pushed her back against the cushions. "The reason I know is because what you're feeling is a very potent aphrodisiac I put in your highball!" he grinned at her salaciously. "You won't be able to resist it ... as a matter of fact, you'll be begging me for it!"
"Aphro-aphrodisiac ... ?"
"Yes, my dear!' One of the few that really works! Some of my research into folk medicine led me to it ... and believe me, I know what it'll do.
"You're a beast!" she snarled up into his face.
"Perhaps ... but you'll only be able to judge that by the end results," he said mildly, not taking offense. "Then ... I might be either a beast -- as you say -- or a medical genius!"
"You must be crazy! Let me up ... a-and you can get out of my house ... right now!" Ruth flared at him.
"Not yet ... not until the treatment is finished!"
"Treatment ...?" she gasped. "How can all this s-stupid business be some kind of ... treatment?"
"You'll see ... later ... and maybe much later you'll understand it!" the doctor said, leaning close to her.
She shrank back away from him. His hand on her shoulder still pinned her back against the cushions of the couch. She could no longer deny the lewdly rising feelings that rippled, up through her stomach and breasts. There was a definite sensation of congestion in her loins. It was sexual. The slashing need was growing in her ... and there was nothing she could do about it. Suddenly, she knew this insane doctor was going to kiss her.
His lips were on hers; then his strong arms were going around her and pulling her close. She attempted to twist her head aside. He held her in a vise-like grip, and there was no escaping him as she felt his tongue tying to enter her mouth between her lips. He'd have a hard time, she told herself. I won't let him!
Then while he held her fast with one hand, his other hand went up under her dress, almost snake-like, as it slithered up between her cringing thighs, unerringly, to the softly hair-covered mound at the cusp of her legs. The electric contact caused her to gasp ... try to protest, and as she started to say words, mumbling up into his mouth, the words muffled by his covering lips, his tongue darted between her lips and the barrier of her teeth to probe deeply, questingly. Below then, his practiced hand rummaged in her loins, and one of his fingers slid down into the crease at the top of her vaginal split, pressing through the sheer cloth of her panties to find the tiny hardening shaft of her clitoris pulsing there.
She couldn't believe the wrenching strength of the unwanted sensations that rampaged in her at that moment. Futilely she tried to clamp her thighs together, but the damage had been done already. She couldn't keep him out. Her hands went down to grasp his wrist, her fingers plucking at his muscular forearm to no avail. Then she began to writhe away from him, her whole body involved in a desperate bid for freedom from his encompassing arms. No! God n-no,! He's trying to ... rape me!
Ruth felt herself being pushed back, until she was lying on the couch, the doctor still over her, his mouth clamped to hers, his hand teasing her pulsing clitoris to ever greater sensitivity and his weight on her, held her immobile and helpless under him. What can I do ...?
Suddenly, she relaxed under him, forcing herself to let all of her muscles go lax. Perhaps she could catch him off guard ... and escape from him ... call for help from Edd and the doctor's wife in the bedroom.
Her sudden, seeming submission caused Ray to lift his head, breaking the intimate contact of their lips and tongues.
"Changed your mind ... decided not to fight it, eh?" he asked, grinning down at her with lewd anticipation.
"No!" she snapped. "I'm going to c-call Edd ... and your wife!"
Doctor Stillo threw back his head and laughed. "That's a good one!" he roared. "If I know Grace ... she's probably already solved his problem ... and she's either sucking him off ... or she's got his cock in her cunt ... and they're fucking for all they're worth!"
The lewd statement rolled off his lips with the same firmness as a medical diagnosis. Ruth couldn't believe what she had heard. Edd ... and Grace ... in our bedroom ... making love? It's not possible! Why ... Edd can't even ... get an erection!
She gasped, "Edd can't ..."
"Oh yes he can!" the doctor told her "... and Grace can get his cock up ... if anybody can!
That's what she's here for ... for sexual therapy!"
"But, y-you ... you were trying to ... to rape me ... !!"
"Not really ... I think you're part of Edd's problem!" he said. "You've got to discover your own sexuality."
"What do you m-mean ... you're talking in riddles!"
"You're going to learn to fuck ... without any inhibitions ... that's why I gave you the aphrodisiac ... to get you loosened up!"
The doctor had not, for an instant, abandoned her heating loins: his hand was insistent. tantalizing, erotic on the sensate, throbbing flesh. of her pussy. "So ... you might as well relax and enjoy it!" he went on.
"... But, I can't l-let another m-man ... do that ... to m-me!" she wailed.
"You don't have a choice!" Doctor Stillo said with firmness. "Those drops will make you want to fuck ... and I'm the one man available to you right now ... so, as I said, you'd be better off to have some fuel while we're at it!"
With practiced dexterity, he suddenly reached up under her dress, using both hands, and grasped her thin nylon panties by the waistband. One swift movement brought them down below her knees, then leaning back, he jerked them free of her feet. Ruth gasped with surprise. She started to raise her body up, but his big hand pushed her back down solidly against the cushions of the couch. "This is a good start toward getting you naked!" he grunted.
The loss of her panties should have been something horrible to her, tantamount to the accomplishment of his avowed purpose ... but there was something of the erotic in it. It heightened her own unwanted pleasurable sensations of sexual arousal. There was no denying the hungry urge within her. It was there searing her loins with desire.
She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "P-Please ... don't ..." she pleaded. "I-I couldn't bear to have any other man but my husband do it t-to me ..."
"The word is fucked, baby!" he snapped. "You're going to get fucked ... like you've never been fucked before ... and I'm the one who's going to fuck you!"
"N-Noo!" she moaned, still trying to deny the insane sensations that raced like uncontrolled wildfire through her.
Doctor Stillo reached for the buttons at the front of her dress, confidently, saying at the same time, "... And, after I'm through with you ... I'll give you back to your husband, whom I"II guarantee will be more than ready to take up where I leave off!"
Suddenly, it was all illuminated for her. "You m-mean ... you're going to make Edd j-jealous enough t-to make him want to ..."
"... Fuck you!" the doctor supplied.
"Grace ...?"
"She's going to work on Edd ... and sort of get him ready!" he told her.
"You planned ... th-this ... ?"
"Yes ... now let's knock off the chatter ... we're wasting time!" he said. The first thing we've got to do ... is get you stripped naked!"
Ruth was thunderstruck with the idea the doctor had just outlined. It seemed so bizarre ... and yet, at the same time, it all seemed so reasonable. Was it possible that Edd could be shocked out of his impotence? She didn't know. Yet, that was what Doctor Stillo intended. A shock treatment.
Under the influence of the drug she was so absorbed and intrigued with the idea that she found herself helping the doctor to undress her. She shrugged her shoulders as he removed her dress, sat up for him to unhook her bra, and before she knew it, she was disrobed. The cool air of the room washed over her, and her naked body trembled, expectantly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Grace Stillo worked competently, for a few minutes, massaging Edd's back and loosening the muscle tensions. Her ministrations felt good to him, her hands cool and efficient. Before he knew it, he was relaxed and drowsy. She had said very little while she worked.
Finally, her voice came to him through the relaxed drowsiness, "Beginning to feel relaxed, Edd?" Her voice had a throaty sexiness to it.
"MMmmmmmmmm!" he agreed.
"Turn over on your back, now ... I want to work on the front of you!"
Obediently, Edd turned over and was gratified that much of the soreness in his back seemed to be gone. He looked up at her, as she began to knead the muscles of his chest. The two top buttons of her white uniform were gaping open, and he could see down between the cleft of her perfectly formed breasts ... almost to her navel. He hadn't noticed the open buttons, before; she must have undone them herself, he decided. It couldn't have been an accident. She's sure got a beautiful pair of tits there ... and I'd just love to get hold of them! ... But, Christ ... what good would it do ... with that limp prick of mine ... just hanging there between my legs!? The only thing it's good for, right now, is pissing!
He closed his eyes, attempting to blot out the vision of loveliness, before him. He was in the position of a diabetic turned loose in a candy factory ... or a eunuch in a harem. I can't do a Goddamned thing about it!
Grace saw his momentary gleam of interest as he had looked down her dress. At least, he hadn't lost his window-shopping ogling of the merchandise, she decided. It was going to be fun to watch his reactions to their little experiment.
As she continued to massage him, he relaxed even more, trying to make his mind blank, the better to enjoy the feeling of euphoria induced in him by her sensuous manipulations. Then, he felt something cool draped across his, chest. Without opening his eyes, he thought she must be getting ready for another phase of her treatment, but when he felt a similar sensation of something being draped across his ankles, he opened his eyes to determine, exactly what was going on down there.
Quickly, Grace secured the restraining strap over his chest and arms. He was tied down to the table. He was unable to move.
"What the hell's going on?" he growled.
Flashing a smile at. him, Grace told him, "Just capturing my audience ... Very effective ... isn't it?"
"Look..,. I don't know what your game is ... but I don't take to being tied up!"
"It's all part of an experiment being carried out by the mad Doctor Stillo ... and I'm his beautiful assistant!" she kidded.
The strong leather straps held his arms, torso and legs, tightly. He tested his strength against them and found he was completely immobile.
"That's not very funny!"- he declared. "Now, tell me what in hell this's all about!"
"Do you like ravishingly beautiful women ... Edd?" she asked.
"Yes ... but what's that got to do with tying me up?"
"Maybe everything ... Darling!" Her voice had that sexy quality in it that promised everything.
"Christ!" he exploded. "You've lost me!"
"Do you think you would like me ...?"
She opened another button at the front of her white uniform, and she watched with satisfaction as his suddenly bulging eyes followed her action. Another button was opened ... then, another, with excruciating slowness. " Well ... would you...?"
"You know damned well I would!"
"... But, you couldn't do anything about it ... right?" she taunted. Yet another button was undone, and her dress was open to the waist. "Look Edd ... aren't my tittles luscious!" She pulled her dress open, teasingly, giving him a quick look at perfect, mounding hemispheres of the loveliest breasts he had ever seen.
"Damn ... I don't believe it!"
"They're real, Edd ... warm, vibrant and smooth ..." she teased. "Would you like to see how my nipples get all hard and pointed ... when I start feeling sexy?"
"You trying to be a cock-teaser?" he rasped out at her.
"Maybe ... but I understand you can't even get it up!"
"Christ ... don't make it any worse!"
"I could be doing you a favor ... you know ..." she said, as she slowly opened the front of her dress, again, her hands going under her smooth, white breasts to cup them up and massage them, gently, lasciviously, before his eyes, the alabaster flesh pliant in her hands, and he watched with fascination. Her cameo pink nipples began to elongate and swell, the areolas wrinkling up, prettily at the base of the berry-like buds; then, she used her fingers to roll them, tantalizing them to even greater erection. She went on, "You like that, Edd ... ? You can't seem to take your eyes away ... can you?"
"You little bitch! I'd like to get my hands on you!" he gritted.
"I'll bet!" she countered. "... But what could you do for me?"
Grace came close and leaned over him, allowing one of her alluring breasts to come down over his face, just out of reach of his hungering lips. "Wouldn't it be nice to have that in your mouth ... Edd?" Her voice was seductive and low.
Edd's head came up, his mouth ovaled, attempting to capture the provocative nipple in his lips, but she pulled it back and away, not allowing him to touch it.
She turned her back to him and pulled the white, uniform dress over her head, slowly; she was completely nude under it, and little by little, her lithe loveliness was revealed to him, until she stood nakedly beautiful. He gasped, involuntarily; she was absolutely the most luscious piece of feminine pulchritude he had ever seen. Tossing her dress to the bed, she looked back over her shoulder at him. "Do you like me ... this way ... better?"
"God! You're beautiful ... Grace!" he said, meaning it. Then, as she turned around to face him, his eyes devoured her. He saw creamy, white flesh, almost translucent, with the fine, bluish network of veins showing, slightly, beneath the glowing surface, proud, high, full-mounding breasts, their nipples spiking out, pinkly, the flat plane of her belly, the supple muscle ridges rippling just below the surface, the nipped in curves of her waist, swelling out to perfectly symmetrical hips that curved taperingly into long thighs, delicate knees, slim calves and tiny ankles. Everything about her was perfect ... and his eyes couldn't stay away from the center of his interest. They zeroed in and locked on the silky black hair covering the gentle mound at the triangle of her thighs.
"Do you really think so ...?" she asked, turning in a graceful circle for him. "But how do I compare to your wife ... Ruth?"
"Ruth ...? She's a damned lovely woman ... too!"
"Do you love her?"
"That's a stupid question!" he barked. "Of course I do!"
"Then, why haven't you shown her?"
"Christ! I can't! I haven't been able to get a hard on! You know that!"
"Could you get one up for me ... if you thought you could fuck me?" She ran her hands over her hips, provocatively, then let them run back into the center to cover her triangular mound, one hand running under and between her thighs to clasp herself, tightly. Edd could hardly believe his eyes and ears, when next he saw her undulate her hips, erotically, toward him and the clasping hand began to move with slow, mastabutory movements on her own pussy. Damn! She'll drive me crazy with her wild sex show!
Edd almost felt like crying. It had been many years since he had felt that way, but her provocative taunting was getting to him ... inside him, galling him like acid.
... But worse ... as much as he would have liked to break the bonds that held him to the table, leap from it and, mount this sexy, black-haired, cock-teasing woman, ramming his hard cock home in her taunting cunt and fucking her until she begged for mercy ... he couldn't have done so. His cock still lay flaccid and useless between his legs. There hadn't been even one tremor of an erotic sensation in it. It was dead!
"You teasing little bitch!" he gritted.
"Tch, tch! Edd! Temper will get you nowhere!" she chided. "All I want to know is ... would you like to fuck me ... any and every way you wanted ...?"
"Yes!" he blurted. "Goddamn, yes!!!"
"Good! That's all I wanted to know!"
She came to where he lay bound on the table, reached out and pulled his pajama bottoms down, exposing his loins completely. His softly limp penis still lay there. She put her warm, smooth hand on it and lifted it, experimentally, remarking, "This must be quite a weapon ... when it's hard!"
"You're damned right!" he grunted. "... And, when I do get it hard, again ... I'm going to shove it up your teasing little cunt and fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
"Oh, darling ... I hope so!" she said.
"It wasn't quite the answer I expected! You would really enjoy being fucked that way ... wouldn't you?"
"I like it all ways!" she said. "I just draw the line at sadism! I don't like to be hurt!"
Bringing her other hand into play, below, she held his flaccid cock aloft, milked back the foreskin, then she toyed with the corona, before beginning to roll it between the palms of both hands. As she did this, she continued, "You realize, of course ... that this little game has four players!"
Edd looked down, first at her hands where they worked his cock then up at her face. "How's that ... ?"
"My husband's a pretty virile man? too ... and he's out there with your wife!"
"So ...?"
"So ... by this time, he's probably got all of her clothes off ... and is proceeding to get her all ready to fuck!"
"That's a crock!" Edd grunted. "If I know Ruth ... nothing of the sort could. happen!"
"He's got a very educated tongue ... and he just loves to use it!" She shivered. "I can just imagine how she must feel ... when he takes her clitoris in his lips ... then uses his tongue ... just the tip of it, right on the head of it ... where it's most sensitive ..."
"It'd never happen ... Ruth's too inhibited! I've never been able to do that to her ... myself!"
Grace went right on with her discourse. "Later on ... when he's got that big cock of his in her cunt ... he'll use a finger ... right up her anus! That'll guarantee she'll cum!"
"Hmnf!" Edd snorted in disbelief.
"Of course ... he might decide to make her suck him ... for awhile ... before he fucks her. She'll really have a mouthful, too! My husband, Ray's, got the most delicious cock there is ... and I know she'll just love it ... as soon as she gets used to the size of it!" She closed her eyes, remembering.
"Well ... if all this's going on ... why aren't you out there doing something about it?" Edd challenged.
"Doing what ...?"
"Like stopping it! Do you let him go around fucking other people's wives?"
"Ray and I have an understanding ... Edd. He does what he wants to do ... and I do the same thing ..."
"Oh, real swingers, eh?" He was sarcastic.
"Call it what you want to ... it's a very nice arrangement!"
"Swapping ... and all the rest, too?"
"We're members of a nice group ..."
"I don't give a damn what you do ... but I don't want some other son-of-a-bitch fucking my wife!" he roared.
Grace looked at him in puzzlement. "But, just a little while ago you were saying you wanted to fuck me!"
"That's different!" he growled.
"Is it ... really ... Edd ...?"
Swiftly, she bent over him, ovaled her lips and took the flaccid head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it several times ... Then, she felt a throb in. it. There was a slow, expanding growth. His cock was beginning to get hard ... erect!
Oh, God! I felt it! It's going to get hard ... again!
Even as Ruth Reed, numbly, helped the doctor undress her, assisting him with the proper movements, automatically shrugging shoulders and hips, small doubts began to assail her, and she shrank from the prospect of what was going to happen. Somehow, though, it was going to help her husband to regain his manhood ... but it was to be at the expense of her fidelity.
Then, she felt the rush of cool air over her now completely naked body, brushing, especially, across her throbbing breasts with their hard, erect but tiny buds exposed to him completely. She heard his little gasp of appreciation for them and felt his hands encompass the mounding globes, hotly, to knead, squeeze and caress, rolling the already distended nipples, painfully, between his fingers; all of which served to add fuel to the furnace of her rising passion, a passion induced by some exotic drug ... and the doctor had told her she couldn't resist it ... But, if I d-do it ... I'd be just like a cheap tramp!
Unconsciously, she had closed her eyes to blot out the shame of her nakedness. She kept them tightly closed, not daring to look at him. It was all so confusing. What can I do?
Now, she felt his hot, moist lips on her, as they engulfed one of her pulsating nipples, his maddeningly soft tongue flicking and rolling it to produce more of the searing sensations in her loins, sensations she didn't want to experience ... with any other man but Edd, her own husband.
In like manner, his mouth paid homage to her other breast. This time, she felt him sucking strongly on it, and hot sparks of sensuality arced, achingly, in her, seeming to center at the core of her being, her throbbingly alert clitoris, still hard as it lay hidden in the secret folds of her pussy.
Blazing a wet trail, his tongue pressured down through the narrow valley that separated the satiny smooth mounds of her breasts ... and Ruth tensed her stomach muscles as he slithered down across the smooth, white plane of her belly, the moist tip of his tongue flicking, momentarily, into the slight depression of her navel, taunting it, while his hands, above, continued to knead and caress her aching breasts ... Then, she felt his hands leave them to move, sinuously, down along her ribs to the swell of her hips and along the longer, outside taper of her velvet-skinned thighs to her knees. Automatically, Ruth attempted to press her thighs together, hard, but his stronger hands levered her thighs. apart as they moved, now, up the inside course, along the soft satin of her inner thighs ... up, up and up, inexorably ... until she felt him there ... at his goal, his firm hands rubbing over the golden, hair-covered mound. Finally, she felt his whole hand as it moved down and clasped the whole of her cunt, caressingly, his palm moving up and down with maddening regularity. She was helpless to stop him; there was nothing she could do. Nothing! God! Oh God, I-I don't want this!
After long moments, she felt his hands leave her, and the cool air of the room washed over her heated vagina. Something perverse in her, at that moment, told her she didn't want to be abandoned ... that she wanted him to go on and on, but her rational mind -- if it still functioned -- rejected it.
She still kept her eyes tightly closed. There were the sounds of his clothing, the sighing cloth signaling that he must be undressing. She dared not look. It was too much for her, as she realized that. little by little, each moment that passed was bringing her closer to the time when ... he'll want to put his bag, hard th-thing in me ... and d-do it ... to me!
"Open your eyes!" Ray ordered with a chuckle. "You'll have to ... sooner or later!"
Slowly, reluctantly, her eyelids fluttered open, as she lay back on the couch. She saw him standing there, easily, his well-muscled body in obviously good condition. He was completely naked, his face twisted in a lewd smile as he saw her discomfiture. Against her will, her eyes swept over his magnificent body, broad of shoulder, slim in the hips to his thickly massive penis, lancing out hard and erect from his lean, muscular loins, the shaft of his cock throbbing with tumescent blood. She saw that he, too, like Edd was uncircumcised. His hand moved, lewdly, to the thick rod of his rock, gripped it, and with excruciating slowness drew the heavy foreskin back to reveal the glistening, lust-inflated cock-head. It shone purplish-red in the subdued light of the living room.
"From my examination of your husband I know he's pretty heavy hung ... but it won't match this ... will it, baby?"
Ruth gasped as she saw the true enormity of it. She knew that Edd's organ was exceptionally large; she had had trouble taking all of him up inside her ... but this ... this monstrous thing was impossibly huge. There wasn't anything she could say.
The doctor went on, "You can't imagine how much I'm going to enjoy shoving this cock of mine into your tight, little cunt!" he taunted.
She could only continue to gape at him in sheer misery. Feelings of degradation and shame flooded through her; the sight of his obscene, stroking hand on his turgidly erect member, the realization of her own shamefully naked body, lying obscenely spread out for him on her couch, and the helplessness of her position raced through her confused mind. Through the fog of it all, she knew that, somehow, this man was enjoying the debauchery, to which he was subjecting her ... and as much as her thinking mind told her: No! Don't do it! the other, body-mind, could not resist the erotic urge ... the growing need in her loins. It was her body ... drugged, sensate and sensual that betrayed her.
Doctor Stillo leaned over her and pried her legs even further apart. He kneeled on the couch between her thighs. Her eyes, drawn to his cock like iron filings to a magnet, had not left off staring at it, but even as she looked hard and long at the massiveness of it; she felt the unwanted tingling of lewd desire in her loins. Recklessly, her body told her it was something she wanted; however, a new horror came alive in her as she stared at the monster cock the doctor held in his hand. It was too big! Why -- a thing like th-that ... could split my vagina open. She grimaced with the terror of the thought.
Seeing her frown, the doctor chuckled, "Don't worry, doll ... big as it is, you'll be able to take ail of it ... and you'll enjoy it! A woman's cunt has enormous elastic qualities!"
Ruth dimly realized that he had intended his remark as some sort of reassurance, but she felt tears welling up in her eyes to dribble down her cheeks, for she knew that even in such words his goal had not changed. There was no mercy in him; he fully intended to carry out his cruel debauchment.
She heard him go on with his explanation. "There's no such thing as a cock that's too big ... or a cunt too small!"
Somehow, she hardly heard his filthy words anymore. She was too worried about the hopelessness of 'her position, the horror of knowing that there was no escape ... that no matter what she said ... or did ... this man was going to ravish her defenseless body ... shove that huge thing in her protesting loins, no matter how she pleaded with him.
Suddenly, Ray was on top of her, his heavy weight dropping down on her, forcing the air from her lungs and pinning her to the cushions, of the couch. She felt the hard prod of his thick, throbbing cock against the softness of her naked belly. It was like a huge, dangerous reptile lying there, pulsingly, between them.
His hotly avid hands sought her aching breasts, once more, squeezing the satiny, pliant flesh through his fingers with such strength and ardor that she whined with the pain of it, and her piteous tears streamed, unchecked, down her cheeks.
"Save your tears, baby doll ... for later!" he rasped. "When I get my cock in you ... you'll be crying from the sheer, ecstasy of it!"
Then, his mouth was. on hers, his tongue stabbing deeply into her throat as his lust for her grew in intensity. Below, his big .prick lurched, expectantly. Damn! This's going to be more fun than I thought it would be! She's so uptight she doesn't know which way's up!
And, then ... his hard-muscled body was slithering down the curvaceous softness of her, until his head was poised just above the golden triangle of her pulsing loins, and the shocking realization of what he intended to do caused Ruth to recoil with revulsion. My God!-He's going t-to use his m-mouth on m-me and ... and lick me!
"Oh, no ... p-please ...?" she begged. "Don't d -do that!"
There was no stopping him. He had already positioned the palms of his hands against the smooth, inner flesh of her thighs and was spreading them even further apart, exposing her nakedly to his lascivious gaze. She attempted to resist his splaying hands, but it was useless. He was much too strong.
Whining her objection, audibly, she raised her head to plead with him, looking down the valley, between her helplessly trembling breasts, to see him kneeling there between her widespread thighs, a mask of pure lust twisting his handsome face. She had to try to stop him.
"Oh, God ... doctor ... even my husband's n-never done that t-to me!"
"Why ...?" he-queried. "Because you wouldn't let him?"
It was the truth. "Yes!" she snapped.
"You poor, poor, misguided girl!" he chided. "You don't know what you've been missing!"
Between her legs, his hands still placed, strategically, against the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs, holding her wide open to him, Ray Stillo looked down at the thin, coral-line furrow of her cunt, hungrily, seeing the delicate fringe of golden curling pubic hair, and there, glistening on the two tiny, pink tongues of her inner lips that peeked out shyly, were viscously clear droplets of the tell-tale moisture of rising excitement.
Ruth lay there, petrified, watching him, as with slow, deliberation, he placed his thumbs on either side of her cringing pussy, against the soft fleshy lips, and drew them apart to flower her open, completely, exposing the secret pinkness of her moistening cuntal orifice to his lustful gaze. She heard his audible intake of breath ... and below, still within her range of vision, she saw the jerk of his hardened cock, reminding her of its ominous presence.
She felt the warm wash of his breath on the sensitive, exposed flesh of her cunt, and she moaned aloud in shame, her bread: catching in her throat, as she saw him lower his head and heard the animal-like growl deep in his throat, just before his long, wet tongue snaked out to slither lizard-like up into her hotly quivering vaginal opening. She moaned aloud, "Oh, God! OOooohh ... Goddddd!" And, she was suddenly too far gone to stop him!
Edd's whole body quivered with emotion. His cock was locked in the warm, wet cavern of the doctor's wife's mouth, and as he lay there, bound to the portable treatment table, he felt it. There was the slow, pulsing expansion, the throbbing surge of blood into the shaft of his cock, the beginning of tumescence as the hot blood was trapped there. His erection had begun! Christ! It really is going to get hard!
Rapidly, then, his cock grew throbbing and hard in her mouth, and Grace's breath caught in her throat; there was a certain thrill that rippled victoriously through her, involved with the knowledge that she had been instrumental in engendering the growing erection in him. It was, partially, her victory, too!
"God! Keep sucking! Don't stop ... now!" he groaned, as a mixed feeling of relief and doubt assailed him. His relief in the knowledge that his cock was, indeed, becoming erect, again, was more than welcome, and he knew, also, that Grace had practically challenged him to it. He would be forever grateful to her. The small doubt that caused him momentary worry was that it- would not last ... that it would be transitory. He didn't want that. It had to get hard enough to. do something with ... like fucking his wife, Ruth!
As the shaft of his cock grew rigid enough to stand erect and alert, Grace began to move her head; slowly, allowing it to move, smoothly, between her roundly ovaled lips, her tongue, licking at it teasingly. Then gradually, she began to take almost all of it into her mouth, realizing, as she did so, that as his, now massive prick attained its fully erect state, it was almost a match for Ray's. She was glad, then, that she had agreed to this little experiment in sexual therapy. Ruth Reed's husband was going to be good for her ... and she for him.
Grace lifted her head and looked up at him, a smile on her face. "How does this feel ... Edd?" she asked.
"Like more of the same!" he answered, a desire-pained grimace on his face as he looked down his own body to see the familiar and deeply satisfying sight of his cock lancing out, hard and ready, from his hairy loins. It ached for action!
"Is that what you want ... to be sucked off ... or would you rather use it for some real action?" she asked.
"Suggestion ... maybe?"
"Like ... how would you like to fuck me?"
"Grace, honey ... I'd love to ... but I promised myself that if I got well ... Ruth'd be the first one I'd take care of!"
"Ray's doing that!" she said, a little petulant. "I was hoping you'd choose me!"
Edd groaned. "Oh, Christ! Are you sure?"
Grace opened the bedroom door, took the few steps down the hallway and looked into the living room to assure herself that Ray and Ruth were, indeed, locked fast together in a naked sexual embrace. She watched for a moment, entranced as always, when she saw her husband in action; his head was down between Edd's wife's widespread legs, his tongue racing deeply up into the lasciviously writhing young blonde's cunt ... and she knew, vicariously, what Edd's wife was experiencing. It was all she could do to stand and watch, passively, and not give in to the urge to join them as she had many times. This was not the time for that.
She returned to Edd, in the bedroom, gratified to see that his cock still stood up hard and erect.
"The answer is a simple yes ..." she told him. "Ray is sucking her cunt for all he's worth ... and she's enjoying it no end!"
"The son-of-a-bitch!" Edd roared. "I-I'll ..." He attempted to get off the table, an unreasonable rage boiling over in him, but he was still bound, tightly. He struggled, vainly to free himself!
"What would you do ... if you could get off that table?"
"I'd pull that bastard off of her ... and beat the hell out of him!" he rasped, still struggling with his bonds.
"Why? He's doing her the same kind of favor ... I did for you!" she told him. "He's teaching her how to really respond to a man ... and she'll be a better wife for you ... afterward!"
Edd stopped to listen, now. "You two lechers really got this all planned out ... didn't you?"
"Yes ... but now ... we have to have your cooperation ... to make it work!"
"What do you mean ... ?" he growled.
"That you not interfere with what Ray's doing!"
"Not interfere ...!?" he exploded, "That's my wife he's sucking ... in there!"
"... And, I'm Ray's wife! I'm offering myself to you ... if you want me?" she said.
He stopped struggling. "You mean ... a-a swap ...?"
"Exactly!"
"Alt right, Goddamn it! You're on!"
"There's just one thing ..."
"What's that?" He was curious.
"I want you to watch Ray fucking your wife ... then Ray and she will watch you fuck me ... O.K.?"
"Why? That sounds crazy!"
"It's part of the treatment!" Grace told him.
"I don't get it!"
"It's to cure you both of any jealousy ... before you can be members of our group!" she explained, patiently, hoping he didn't have any more questions.
"You mean ...you want us ... Ruth and I ... to ...?"
"Join our group!" Grace finished for him.
Edd smiled. "That's your swap club?"
"Yes ... anymore questions?"
"Is this ... sort of like a test ...?"
"You could call it that ..."
"Does Ruth know ...?'
"Ray'll tell her," she answered. "Now, do you have any more questions before I let you loose?"
"No ... no more questions!" he said.
"All right ... now I have a couple I'd like to ask," Grace said, her face serious, now.
"O.K. ..."
"Do you want to join?" she asked.
"Yes!" His response was quick.
"You have to join as a couple ... both of you have to agree to it ... understand?"
"Yes ..." He understood, instantly, that the burden would be upon him to convince Ruth they should join.
"All right ..." Grace agreed. "I'm going to let you up ... and we'll go watch! But not a sound ... and don't interfere ... O.K.?"
"I understand ... perfectly!" Edd grinned. "Anyway ... I want off this damned table ... so l can get my hands on you!"
CHAPTER NINE
Ruth's body responded almost automatically, in a vain attempt to escape him, her legs jerked, convulsively, trying to clamp them together, but she had held open to him, a loud groan wailing up from her chest, as her buttocks ground helplessly back and down into the soft cushions of the couch to take her genitals out of reach. It was to no avail; his mouth followed, persistently, continuing to perform the bestial outrage against her young defenseless pussy. She churned within with loathing and revulsion, and she wailed out - her degradation, as his tongue darted in and out of her helplessly seething cunt in veritable insane fury.
"OOOooohhhh! M-My God! UUUuuuugggh!"
She groaned with helplessness in the horror of her debased humiliation, her head wagging, negatively, as though hypnotized by his lewd sucking, she still kept it raised to watch his violently erotic assault on her secret little vagina that only Edd had touched before. This couldn't be true! It can't ... actually b-be happening t-to me...?
Her mind was in a whirl; she couldn't think straight, but she knew it was wrong ... wrong! And as his agile tongue raced up her unreceptive, yet rapidly moistening cunt, she wailed, "Oh, Dear God ... Ray! Stop it! P-Please ...?" she begged in her deep feeling of shame, but she was aware, at the same time, that those unwanted twinges of pleasure were still there, building, pervading her whole body with unnatural desire, as his depraved tongue snaked in and out of her moist, throbbing cuntal passage.
With unexpected suddenness, his hands slid up over her smooth white belly to the full firmness of her aching, hard-nippled breasts, squeezing and clawing them with almost brutally hard fingers, while below his mouth and tongue kept up constant movement in the widespread flesh of her cunt. Moistly obscene sucking sounds filled the living room, and as she watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the obscene scene taking place down between her legs, she saw that his eyes were raised just above her golden-haired, pubic fleece to watch her. Dimly, she thought he was watching her face ... waiting and watching for her surrender to his debauchery of her body. He must think I'm ready t-to give in ... completely!
Determinedly, Ruth clenched her tiny hands into fists, her arms held in tight and helpless to her ribs, her whole vibrant, naked body fighting against the perverted act he was forcing upon her defenseless body. She knew she was trapped, but she wouldn't give up ... yet. She could .exert her will over her weak, traitorously responding flesh. She would resist with everything in her. It was a matter of mind over matter.
She let ,her mind wander to other things, in an effort to blot out what was happening to her. A flitting thought came to her Edd! Could it really be possible? Could he be ... m-making love to Grace ... in the bedroom?
Two contradictory feelings smote her, at once. Edd was being unfaithful to. her ... if he was doing it to Grace, and she felt a proper jealousy rage through her ... momentarily ... But ... if he is ... that means he's well ... and everything'll be all right!
... Then. Oh, God! I-I'm ... on the verge of ... of being unfaithful ... t-to Edd! I can't resist ... m-much longer ...!
Insanely, her thoughts spun around and around each other like mutually dependent satellites, and there was no resolution for them. Below, Grace's husband, Doctor Stillo continued to suck, wildly, at her naked cunt ... and with futile desperation, she tried to keep from acknowledging the insanely erotic sensations that raced maddeningly through every fiber of her being, subjugated, completely. by the vilely teasing act.
Edd had wanted to do that to her. How many times had he asked her ... tried to do it to her? ... And just as many times she had refused to let him ... simply because she believed it to be a perversion ... and wrong! If she had known something like this would happen, she would never have gone to Doctor Stillo's office to ask his help ... for Edd. She was being debased, degraded and humiliated beyond her wildest imagination ... and there was nothing she could do about it ... absolutely nothing! She could but lie there and accept whatever vile act this mad doctor wanted to perpetrate upon her helpless body. Somehow, she had brought it on herself ... simply by wanting to help her husband to regain his manhood.
Doctor Stillo began to feel an exultation in his conquest. Ruth Reed was an absolutely gorgeous morsel, and he looked forward to having her in the group. She would certainly be an asset ... after he had broken her in, properly, of course ... And, I imagine Grace'll have a good report on her husband! I couldn't have picked a better couple ... as replacements!
His eyes remained fixed, watching her lovely face as various emotions passed across it, contorting it crazily as he, unceasingly, continued the will-destroying thrusts of his tongue deep into her warmly throbbing vaginal opening. Tears, once more, had begun to well from her anguished eyes to fall unheeded down her cheeks, and Ray Stillo watched with heightening satisfaction, as he knew it would not be long before she was completely bent to his will ... under his absolute domination. It was almost time.
Then, suddenly, he shifted his mouth, his lips probing and searching, until he found the tiny erectly pulsing shaft of her clitoris. As he touched it, there was a sharp whine of agonized pleasure from her lips. Taking the tiny, sensitive sliver of flesh firmly between his lips, he held it, while his tongue came between his teeth to taunt it in ever decreasing circles to concentrate on the tiny, excitedly quivering head. Her loins jerked up against his mouth, undulantly. She was helpless to do otherwise.
At last, feeling her response to it, he opened his mouth wider and moved his agile tongue downward, back down the smooth, moistened furrow to the pulsingly heated mouth of her cunt to plunge into it anew. Now, he watched, as her head began to flail, uncontrollably, from side to side, and he redoubled his stabbing action, sliding his long tongue far up into her now flowered-open vagina.
New and different sounds emitted from her anguished mouth; a series of mewling, whimpering sounds purled from her lips, the sounds of a fully aroused woman, deep in the throes of ecstatic sensuality. He was overjoyed. Damn! It won't be long now! ... And, I'm really going to enjoy this one! He smiled, flicking circles around the velvet-lined insides of the soft, hair-lined lips pulsing there before his eyes.
Reaching under her, then, he pulled her legs up, sliding his arms underneath them in such manner that his shoulders and arms wedged ;between her trembling thighs. He slipped his hands further beneath her thighs, pushing them up until they draped over his shoulders, his hands going, then, beneath her quivering buttocks to pull them up tight to him with practiced authority and dexterity.
Ruth's cries of unwanted ecstasy came from her, involuntarily, filling the room with her mewling rapture, as he. forced his tongue deeper into the searingly moistened depths of her loins. She'll break in just a few seconds, now!
Jerkily, her hands opening and closing, spasmodically, she reached out for him, the battle within her ragingly evident as she fought, desperately, to control them. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, she lost the hopeless fight; her body had won yet another, skirmish, and her taloned hands darted out, lewdly, to entangle themselves in his hair, in an attempt to pull his mouth in even tighter into her now hotly seething cunt. That's it! He fairly jumped for joy in his triumph!
She was his! He could do anything he wanted with her ... now! He could destroy her ... subjugate her ... fuck her, anyway he chose. She had lost the battle ... but although she didn't know it, then ... in the long run, having lost now, temporarily, she had everything to gain.
Yes! Her body had deserted her. She had lost, but she had, in truth, known it from the moment he had first touched her. Her need had been great. She had been more worried than she would ever admit about Edd's impotence ... and when Doctor Stillo had kissed her, she knew it was a solution; one she only now would acknowledge to herself. It was also the first suggestion the doctor, himself, had made to her. She remembered his words, spoken to her in his office: "Then, you've considered the possibility of an affair ... with another man?" Wasn't it a strange coincidence that the other man should turn out to be Doctor Ray Stillo? ... But, even as she recognized the truth of her situation, she was not able to let herself go, completely ... yet.
"OOoohhh! Ray ... please ... don't ... ?" she groaned out in anguish.
Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, involuntarily, grinding up against his mouth, out of control, his darting tongue sending electric jolts of sensation ripping through her, sensations she hadn't known could exist, and they coursed through her love-starved body with a searing intensity that left her breathless.
... Then, she felt his long tongue move from her hotly liquid cunt to flick downward to the secret, puckered flesh of her anus. She could have screamed. God! What is he d-doing to m-me ... now?
She didn't scream; instead, she moaned in rapture, as his moist, pleasure-producing tongue probed at the forbidden, sensitive opening. Closing her eyes, she mewled out her helpless pleasure, allowing the lewd sensuality of it to surge through her whole nakedly squirming body.
Thinking she had to object, she automatically gasped, "Oh ... don't, Ray! D-Don't do that ..." Even as she spoke the words, she undulated her hips back and tried to screw her nerve-tortured rectum back on his stiff, tantalizing tongue.
His unexpected laugh rang in her ears, and she opened her eyes to look down at him, in surprise.
"You really liked that ... didn't you, baby?"
He thrust the tip of his .tongue against the snug, little opening, again, causing her to writhe with pleasure up against it. She felt the jarring sensations of it charge through her; tiny goose-bumps of exquisite pleasure formed on her quivering belly and her aching, heaving breasts. Her breath caught in her throat.
Ruth gasped, "Oh, R-Ray ... I don't want it ... like th-this!"
Moaning, she threw her head back, allowing it to loll from side to side, her feelings of humiliation and degradation still too strong in her, causing her to attempt denial, even as her buttocks jerked, uncontrollably, with the deliciously exquisite sensations that rippled, erotically, through her.
Ray Stillo withdrew his mouth long enough to say, "Damn it ... you don't know what you want, right now ... so just lie there ... and let yourself enjoy it!"
"Oh, God ... I-I'm afraid ..." she gasped,. "P-Please ...?"
She raised her head, again, whimpering, as she gaped at his leering face, knowing, then, that he had no intention of letting up, for an instant. He was determined as ever to carry out his full ravishment of her helpless young genitals. Then she really realized that she had no control over herself, at all. He was dominating her, completely. The impact of this final realization overwhelmed her, eliciting anguished sobs of deep shame and humiliation from her.
Ignoring her entreaties, her tears, intent only on bringing her to complete arousal, Doctor Stillo licked and sucked, unceasingly, at her moistly flowering cunt ... and her body quivered, uncontrollably, under the overpowering assault on the sex-raw nerve-ends of her throbbing pussy. She clenched her teeth and fought herself, with determination, right down to the last erg of willpower, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to hold back the onslaught of wanton spasms of sensual pleasure that had gained control of her body.
Ruth wasn't aware she had made a decision. it was spontaneous, or perhaps. it was forced upon her. What could she do? Suddenly, she had no further desire to resist him ... to resist the demands of her body, because he was generating in her a more intense sexual rapture than she had ever known. Her softly rounded woman's body had been denied too long; it cried out for fulfillment. She had to have it! I want it!
"OOOOooooohhhhh! R--Rayyyyyy! I-I want it ... now! Love me! Love me!" she begged, her shamelessly aroused loins trembling and quivering with delight under his long, hot tongue. She lifted her sensate flesh to him, her moist, squirming cunt being. offered to him, freely, submitting herself to his domination, without question. She was all his ... and she wanted to give all.
Again, her hands, in his hair, tugged him into her, as she cried out from the lowest depths of her being for the fulfillment she desired, now, more than anything else in the world. Nothing else mattered. Shame, degradation, morals and pride were all forgotten in the burning desire there in her loins, and she tried to pull his mouth in even closer to the pulsating, widely spread slit of Her cunt, as she surrendered without further conscious effort to the insane, burning need to be fucked.
Ray Stillo was pleased. He grinned with elation and continued to plunge his long, agile tongue deep into the now hotly clasping mouth of her cuntal passage, feeling the small rhythmic thrust of her loins up against him that signaled her total surrender of his every whim.
He enjoyed the feeling of the soft, golden pubic hairs fringing her throbbing cunt that teased against his nose and flared out to his cheeks, tantalizingly, as she began to undulate her buttocks in responding rhythm to his darting tongue. Above, her lust-contorted face reflected the sensuous rapture into which she had been plunged. Young Edd Reed's wife was broken to his will, completely, now; she was aroused to the point where he could fuck her any way he pleased, and he was a beautiful young woman who could be taught to do any way he wanted her to do it ... And Ray Stillo is going to teach her! In just a few minutes he was going to shove his big, aching cock into her warn, squirming little cunt and fuck her like she'd never been fucked before, shooting his building load of sperm deep into the very depths of her tight, quivering little pussy. I'll fuck the her little bitch now until she screams bloody murder for me to stop!
Ruth writhed and squirmed in absolute ecstasy under the wildly licking tongue of the doctor, until she was sure she would go stark, raving mad from the sheer pleasure it engendered in her love-starved loins. Her heart pounding, wildly, in her, breasts heaving, she watched him, with her fingers laced behind his head, pulling the sensually torturing moistness of his plundering tongue deeper into her wide-open vagina.
His sexual torture of her had gone on and on, as he sucked, insanely, at the very core of her sensitive, pulsingly open cunt, and she hoped it would never stop. I never knew there could be anything like th-this ...!
... But, it did stop. Suddenly, Ray pulled his head away from her now hungrily steaming vagina, and she looked into his leering face, as she lay beneath him, naked, helpless and debased, her legs spread obscenely, wanting him to go on, her body needful and demanding; however, as he began to shift his body, pulling away from her, momentarily, the terrible reality of the adultery she was committing filtered, slowly, into her mind.
"You're really getting hot, now, doll!" he rasped, thickly. "Hot enough to fuck ... and that's exactly what I'm going to do! I'm going to fuck you ... so you'll never forget it!"
The awful expected moment had arrived, and Ruth couldn't move; she lay petrified with fear and shame on the cushions of the couch, her thighs raised and splayed wide open to him, her aching, swollen breasts heaving with the short, panting gasps of her sexually excited breathing, and her belly cringed and quivered when her eyes were drawn to and locked on his long, hard and massive cock that stood out from his well-muscled loins, dangerously, like some medieval, punishing weapon. It throbbed there, threateningly, between his legs, and she knew she would never be able to let him put it inside her.
"Oh, God, Ray ... don't ..." she. whimpered, fearfully, as he crawled up over her, positioning himself, holding his muscular body up with strong arms and pinning her shoulders down into the soft cushions of the couch, before he lowered his head, finally, and captured one of her desire-hardened nipples and drew the pulsing bud up into his mouth, his teeth bruising it, painfully, causing her to writhe in pain, her hips jerking under him, and she groaned aloud as the sharp twinge of agony keened through her. It was a double-edged sensation of fluttering pain ... and an exquisite spasm of delight that stabbled at her moistly ready cant-flesh, below.
"This is one fuck I'm really going to enjoy, baby!" he hissed down at her. "After I get this big cock in. you ... as far as I can shove it into that cute little cant of yours ... you're going to beg me to fuck you ... and fuck you again, until you can't see straight!"
Ruth lay there, under him, almost as though she were paralyzed, watching his mouth as it spewed the obscene words at him, their salaciously lewd vileness stabbing into her brain, excitedly, inciting further erotic feelings in her, even as she tried, desperately, to regain control of herself to refute her subjugation of her mind, as well. She knew her body had betrayed her ... but she didn't have to let him pollute her mind; too. She had to keep some of her wits about her... maintain some semblance of rationality. God! Why does he have to keep spouting those awful w-words at m-me ...?
"All right, Mrs. Reed, it's time for you to do something for yourself," he grated, "... so you can take my cock in your hand and guide it into your tight, little cunt!" the doctor ordered, his lustful eyes gloating down at her, lewdly.
"OOooh, God ... n-no, Ray ... I can't ... I-I won't do th-that!" she moaned, as she was flooded with new degradation, her body quaking with fear and shame.
... But, her need was greater! Even as she refused to do his bidding, her hands hastened to obey. Uncontrollably, her hand slid down between them, reaching out to grasp the throbbing shaft of his awe-inspiring cock ... but it stopped short, pausing an inch away, unable to go the final distance. Her head began to shake negatively from side to side, and a new freshet of tears began to stream down her cheeks! Dear God! It's so b-big ... so absolutely huge! It'll t-tear me apart ...!
"Do it!" he roared. "Do it, now! Take it in your hand and put it in!"
"OOOooooohhh!" she groaned, once more, but it was a moan of submission. Her tiny hand went out, attempting to encircle his thick, massive cock; her fingers, she found would not go around it, and a sudden expression of real fear, mixed with doubt, contorted her beautiful face, as she truly knew, by the feel of it, that its enormous size would prevent its ever going into the tiny hole up between her legs. I'm too small ... for it!
"Quit stalling! Put it in!" he snapped, commandingly, beginning to lower his hips, while Ruth, instinctively, splayed her thighs wider. Her hand trembled on his thick cock as she guided it to the moistly throbbing split of her cunt, using the heavy, blood-engorged head to part the soft blonde pubic curls and the quivering fleshy lips of her pussy, while her brain reeled with fear ... and wild anticipation.
Releasing the straps that bound him to the table, Grace said, leading the way down the hallway to the living room door.
Edd was right behind her, and as he watched the graceful sway of her hips and the tantalizing little bounce of her buttocks preceding him down the hall; he couldn't resist the urge to feel them. Reaching out with both hands, palms flat, he put his hands on the smooth, round hemispheres and cupped them up in a caressing massage. She stopped and leaned back into him while he smoothed his hands in circles, feeling the, magnificent, satin-smooth skin and the tiny, grinding undulation of her pelvis back against him. After a moment or two, his hands moved up the outside curve of her hips to her waist, swept up the tapering swell of her ribs, under her arms and went around in front of her to find the twin mounds of her perfect, full-mounded breasts. He captured them to caress and knead, the erect, berry-like nipples spearing into the palms of his hands, and he pulled her body back to him, his long, hard cock, lying up close into the small of her back.
"God! You're beautiful ... Grace!" he choked into her ear.
"I'm glad you like me ..." she hissed back. "We can enjoy ourselves ... later!"
She moved on down the hall, Edd in lock-step behind her. At the doorway, she stopped, whispering. "Remember ... just watch!"
Edd looked over her shoulder to survey the scene in his living room. He gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper, "Christ! he's eating her! She's never let me do that ... ever!"
Grace raised a warning finger for silence. "Sshh!" Behind her, in the dimples of the small of her back, she felt the lurching jerk of his hardened cock. It sent a little chill of anticipation through her, and his hands on her aching breasts sent little shivers of erotic arousal keening through her. Yes. It was going to be completely successful ... after all. She was glad, now, that Ray had insisted on her being a part of his experiment. A tingling throb deep in her, cunt told her she could be ready for him any time now. His cock's almost as big as Ray's ... I sure hope he knows how to use it!
She shivered delicately. Her fantasy, coupled with the sight of her husband, busy there, between Edd's wife's legs, the sounds of his sucking, licking mouth loud in the silent room, as well as the knowledge of what she must be feeling, made her weak-kneed with desire. She swayed back against Edd where they stood in the doorway, her buttocks, undulating grindingly back against him, demanding his attention to her needs.
Edd, mindful of Grace's warning, stared down at his wife's completely naked body and saw that she lay there, on the couch, her legs spread wide in lewd invitation, eyes closed, her hands pulling Doctor Stillo's head in tight to her hotly moist little pussy as she mewled out her uncontrollable pleasure. There was only one conclusion he could draw: Goddamn her! She's really enjoying it! His wife, Ruth, was lying there, letting the doctor suck her cunt ... and, she turned me down, cold ... every time I've ever wanted to do it to her!
He suppressed a fast-rising tempera. His natural reaction was a burning desire to pull that son-of-a-bitch off her, punch him in the chops ... and fuck Ruth, himself ... but he had made a promise to Grace not to interfere. So I'd learn to control my jealousy ... she said!
... But, he was jealous! Christ! She's my wife ... who wouldn't be jealous? Then, there was Grace's talk about joining their swap group, as a couple ... and being accepted into the club depended upon how they both acted, tonight!
He was still sanding behind the doctor's wife, holding one of her luscious breasts in each hand, while below, she was grinding her hips back against his big, hardened cock, inciting it to even greater hardness. Well, he- had promised not to interfere with the doctor and Ruth ... All right, he wouldn't! He'd fuck the doctor's wife, instead! Damn ... she's hot ... and almost ready for it!
Remembering that he had promised himself that his wife, Ruth, would be the first he would use his resurrected cock with, he considered, for a moment, how really important it was. Another memory was the look of disappointment that had crossed Grace's face when he had told her of his intentions. Suddenly, it was clear to him! Why hadn't he realized it? The other side of the coin was for him to fuck Grace, now! ... And Ruth, in turn, would be subjected to having to watch him perform with the wife of the man whose tongue swirling around up in her cunt was bringing her such ecstasy, at this moment. Hell! That's it! That's how it was supposed to work! It was part of the initiation ... and he had been too stupid to realize it! So ... what in the hell am I waiting for...?
It was not really a hard decision to make: He whispered in Grace's ear, hotly, "I can't watch this ... without doing something about it!"
Startled, Grace turned her head toward him, whispering, intensely, "No! Damn it ... I told you to leave them alone!"
Edd chuckled. "That isn't what I meant ... I've got this hard-on ... that's going to waste ... and I'm going to use it on you!"
Her serious grimace turned, instantly, into a smile. "So ... you changed your mind ... after all?"
"Yeah ... Christ! I was playing it stupid!"
Then, he had an idea. "Come on!" he said.
Taking the doctor's wife by the hand, he padded over to the dining area that was part of the same room. He silently pulled out one of the chairs and set it aside, then, he motioned to Grace, indicating by signs what he wanted to do. She understood, at once, and complied, sitting on the edge of the dining table and lying back on it, as he came between her legs, putting his hands under her knees and draping them up over his shoulders. He caught her expectant smile and said, "One good turn deserves another ... you know ... now I'll do the honors ... for you ...!"
"Oh God, Edd ... I'm so glad ... it gives me the shivers!" she said, her thighs trembling with anticipation and delight.
Fearful their movements and whispered conversation might have been heard by the nakedly writhing couple on the couch, Edd glanced over at them and saw Doctor Stillo's body hovering over Ruth, his massive cock poised just over her visibly palpitating cunt, her thighs spreading wide under him to receive him, and he heard the doctor's command, "Do it! Do it, now! Take it in your hand and put it in!"
His heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath, involuntarily, as he watched her hand snake down between them, poising, hesitantly, for a moment in indecision, her head flailing, negatively, the battle raging within her evident on her contorting face. He could never have explained his mixed emotions, during that long moment. On one hand, there was the poignant realization that it was his own wife, Ruth, who was, in effect, being challenged to do something, she had never done ... and she was just about on the verge of being fucked by another man ... for the first time in her life. Her hesitation showed she was not quite ready, yet. Edd knew he felt a certain jealousy; after all, it was his wife there on the couch ... and it was all he could do to control himself. Damn! She's still holding out! The thought gave him a momentary sense of pride that she would, under the circumstances, still resist going all the way. The other side of his emotional coin revealed to him, on the instant, was that this was the crucial moment. If she didn't do it ... take Doctor Stillo's big, throbbing cock in her hand and put it in her own cunt, the whole idea of their becoming members of the swap club would go down the drain. If she did as he commanded ... there would be no doubt the doctor and his wife would accept them, opening up a whole new sex life for them, as full-fledged members. Bill was placed, then, in the position of hoping against hope that his wife would accept the challenge, stuff the other man's cock in her cunt and fuck like a mink. It was an unenviable position. A difficult one, made more so by the fact he had pledged his silence and non-interference. Christ! Much as I hate to admit it ... she's got to do it!
Then, the doctor's dominating voice came to him, again, arid he saw the other man's confident leer, as he held himself poised above her on muscular arms, ready to ram the massiveness of his cock home in her quivering loins. "Quit stalling! Put it in!"
Edd watched in fascination as his young spread-eagled wife's hand traveled that final inch, and he saw her grasp Doctor Stillo's rampantly pulsing cock, her fingers not able to encircle its great girth. Tremblingly, she guided the blood-inflated head of the other man's heavy prick, parting her quivering cunt-lips with it, until it was lined up with the moistly pink flesh of her cuntal passage ... and she lay there, shivering with the anticipation of it, ready for the first time to take a strange man's cock into her hungrily demanding cunt. God! She's really going to do it!
With a gasp of elation. mixed with a certain misgiving he couldn't help, Edd moaned, inarticulately, and dropped his head down between Doctor Stillo's wife Grace's waiting, widespread thighs. His tongue shot out to contact the anticipating flesh of her darkly hair-ringed cunt, flicking up into the warm, pulsing channel with insane fury.
CHAPTER TEN
Ruth was completely unaware that her husband, Edd, and Doctor Stillo's wife, Grace, were watching her every tiny reaction to the degrading demands of the doctor. More than that, she had no way of knowing that her action -- or inaction -- could possibly have been of any importance to anyone but herself ... but three sets of eyes and ears, as well as three other minds were attuned to her every move. Of the three, Edd had more at stake ... after his wife, and he, not being able to bear watching any longer, had opted out, as he dropped his head down to use his mouth on the Doctor's wife's ready, gently throbbing cuntal flesh. He could hear though, and the sounds that came to him told him that his wife, Ruth, had finally succummed and taken the doctor's huge cock into her needful, yet unwanting, vagina.
Lying there on the couch, stripped completely naked, in her own living room, her hand guiding an almost perfect stranger's lust-hardened penis, hardened and throbbing in her hand, Ruth gasped aloud and tossed her head uncontrollably, a. shudder passing through her body at the first electrifying contact of the smooth, blood-engorged cock-head against the moist, sensitive flesh of her cunt. She held her breath; not daring to move, as she lay paralyzed with the horror of what was about to happen. Tears of shame still flowed, unchecked, down her cheeks ... Then -- the moment she dreaded -- he flicked has hips forward, slightly, causing her a sharp little pain, as the head of his lust-inflated cock began to worm itself into the tight little opening, stretching and pressuring its way into her. She could feel the throbbing warmth of it, too ... but the pain ... Oh, God! He's going to hurt me!
"OOooooh!" she gasped, and he ground his hips a little harder between her legs. She choked back a building scream of pain as the ponderous, bulbous head forced its way into the tight but elastic opening, brutally stretching the tender, resilient flesh, until Ruth was certain the delicate tissues were tearing from the almost unbearable pressure he exerted.
"Oh, Godd, Ray ... You're t-tearing me ... apart! I-I. can't take it! P-Please ... no ... ?!" she moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth open wide, almost screaming up into his face, but his lewdly sadistic grin told her that she was wasting her breath begging him to stop. He wouldn't stop ... now!
Through pain and tormented eyes, she gaped up at him, the leer of sheer delight on his face telling her of the pleasure he was taking at the sight of her sexual surrender while he continued his cruelly slow and agonizing impalement of her softly pulsing cunt.
"OOOoohhhh ... Dear God ... M-My God ... !" she wailed, as he pressed his huge cock into her, inch by torturing inch; then, she saw his expression change from enjoyment to a horrible, contorted mask of pure lust, signaling that he couldn't wait and watch any longer. It had gone on too long as her helpless, virtually defenseless body had tried to accept the outsized cock straining at the tight orifice of her cuntal passage.
With a glance down at her wide-spread loins, he thrust, suddenly, with feral strength, sending his long, steely cock roaring up into her cringing passage with the force of a rushing freight train.
"AAAAAAaaaagggli!" Ruth screamed as his thick, lust-inflated cock-head rammed recklessly into her, pressing the tight, resisting walls of her moistened vagina in tiny wavelets of tender flesh before it, the full, massive length of it soaring up into her belly, until she felt the heaviness of his sperm-laden balls smack hard up against the up-turned cheeks of her. defenselessly cringing buttocks.
"OOoooh ... God, that hurts!" she wailed in pain beneath him, as she lay petrified and immobile, not daring to move for fear his hardened shaft would split her in two. His cock had more than filled her vagina, and the tender walls, felt raw and abraded from his cruel, brutal entry that stuffed her cunt full of potent male cock. It seemed to her that she could feel every ridge and wrinkle of it as it lay buried deep up into her lamely protesting belly.
For a long, fear-filled moment, he lay quiet and heavy upon her, his breath raspy in his throat; then he flexed the shaft of his cock, expanding it deep inside the sheathing softness of her cuntal flesh and shoving it another fraction of an inch deeper into her moist warmth.
"AAaaauuggghhhh!" Ruth groaned, and he repeated it, doing it again and again, each time eliciting tearful mewls of agony anti shameful humiliation from her lips ... Then, slowly, leer throbbing, now wide-stretched vagina began to become accustomed, to adjust, to the huge presence buried deep in her cunt. Her whimpers of pain grew less and less, gradually being replaced by other tiny mewling sounds of unmistakable delight, as the doctor began a slow churning revolution of his hips, grinding and pushing his monstrous cock ever more tightly into her naked loins, expanding and stretching the cringing walls of her vagina, until, her moans of pleasure became whining mewls of lewdly admitted pleasure.
Edd, his head buried between the doctor's wife's thighs, his tongue lashing, wildly, up into the liquid depths of her cuntal passage, heard the change in his wife's moans, and he knew that she was gradually accepting the other man's cock ... beginning to enjoy it. A strange thrill went through him, as he acknowledged to himself that it was possible for her to respond to the adulterous fucking of another man. He's really got her hot!
Grace's hips ground up at him, demandingly, and he shifted up to tantalize the hardened bud of her clitoris with his moistly hot tongue. She moaned, whisperingly, "Eat me ... good, Edd...!"
His cock ached, painfully now, with his need to get it into her, but he would wait. He'd have to wait ... otherwise his wife wouldn't see him when he began fucking Grace. With a groan he reached out around Stillo's wife's firmly tapering thighs. both hands clawing to possess the full mounds of her magnificent breasts, as he used his teeth, lightly, to tease the tiny pulsating shaft of her clitoris, wishing, fervently, that it was his wife, Ruth's, instead.
On the couch, Ray had levered himself up over her, as beneath him, helpless to do otherwise, she purled her growing pleasure up into his face. The doctor grinned down at her, his face twisted, lewdly, as he commanded, "Now, Doll ... you can beg me to fuck you!"
Ruth stared up at him, dumbfounded momentarily, with this new, degrading demand. Her hips were already beginning an involuntary, gyrating undulation of their own around the doctor's teasingly throbbing cock, embedded like a log deep in her sensitively awakening cunt, and she couldn't stop it ... even if she had wanted to: Her eyes were glazing over with ecstasy as she looked up at him, now, pleading for mercy ... and understanding. She didn't want to be humiliated further, she just wanted to be fucked by this naked man who had his steel-hard cock buried so deep up in her cunt.
"Oohh, please ... Ray ...?" she murmured.
"Beg me for it, damn it!" Doctor Stillo grated. "Say it!"
"Do you have to ... d-drag me down t-to that ... too?" Ruth countered.
"If you want it ... you'll have to ask me to fuck you!" he roared. "Come on! Beg ... damn you! Beg!"
She could do nothing else.
"OOOoooohhhhh ... Yes ... f-fuck me ... Ray. Fuck me!" she gasped out, through tightly clenched teeth, hating it ... hating the words, even as she said them, and turning her face away from him as the obscene sounds rolled, reluctantly, from her mouth. A rivulet of tears continued to stream, unchecked, down her face, the warm saltiness of them running into the corner of her mouth. God! It was too much for her! She didn't want to think about what was happening to her. Everything had been stripped from her. There was nothing left ... no pride, no morals; she had been debased, humiliated ... and now, she was being debauched, completely. Yes ... there was nothing of those left, but the one reality that remained was the ,great need in her, only partially fulfilled ... arid that could be attained only by doing his horrible bidding. The only true reality, then, for her, was the massive thickness of Stillo's cock, pulsating erotically deep up inside her fully aroused cunt. It was that she had to have now, plunging deeply in and out of her, to bring her to the full realization of her orgasm. I've got to have his ... c-cock! "Oh, God! Fuck me ... g-good ... Ray!"
Edd, in almost total disbelief, heard his wife's abject pleading, as she lay under the doctor's hard-muscled body, and he knew he could not delay it much longer. He had to get his rock-hard, aching cock into Grace, the doctor's wife ... and he knew from her gasping moans of sensual agony that she, too, was almost ready to be fucked. The thought occurred to him that Grace, moaning under his tongue, was, somehow, aroused also in the knowledge that it was her husband who was fucking his wife, Ruth.
As Doctor Stillo rocked above Edd's wife, using short, smooth strokes, only about half of his hard length going into her, at first, her aroused sensate body began to react of its own volition, her determination to resist the salacious sensations of passion that whipped through her all but gone, now. There was no will for further struggle left in her ... no desire to fight against the obscene pleasures of the lust that nibbled at her flesh. All she could do, now, was to surrender herself to them; the thought of a total commitment to her pleasure caused further thrills of lewd excitement to tingle, vibratingly, the length of her spine, as she felt the easy rhythm of Ray's hardened cock begin to thrust a little deeper up into her moistly pulsating pussy. The morass of sensation centering there, at the core of her excitedly trembling belly, seemed to give her the impression that, momentarily, her whole body was nothing but a huge, open cunt being filled by an equally huge, lust-driven cock!
As he began, slowly, to increase the speed and length of his strokes into her, Ruth felt her whole body responding to him, and she writhed and squirmed under him, her hips grinding up to receive him full length. He sought her mouth; captured it, and she thrust her tongue up into his mouth to be nibbled and sucked, her moans of passionate acceptance coming, unceasingly now, from her lips. She was ready to- endure anything he would want to do with her ... or to her, and she began to raise her ecstatically sucking pussy up to hum in countering rhythm to his every downward pistoning plunge, as her lovely face was contorted with the power of her passion, grimacing, wantonly, with a desire she had never before experienced. Her mouth opened and closed against his lips and her nostrils flared, with her panting breath, in abject surrender to her body's demands.
Ray could see the tiny droplets of perspiration forming on her forehead and on the mounds of her full breasts, signaling her complete arousal. Her hair was tangled and disordered as it lay on the cushions, and he heard the mewling hum deep in her chest that signified her satisfaction.
Now, in his peripheral vision, he saw that his wife, Grace, was lying back on the dining room table, and Edd Reed leaned back over her loins, his wife's knees draped up over the other man's shoulders as he nuzzled into the flesh of her cunt, using his mouth and tongue to taunt her into full readiness. A glance at Edd's rampant cock, below, told him that Grace had been successful. He knew, too, from the look on Grace's face, her unseeing glazed eyes and the way she undulated her hips up into Edd's face, that it was only a matter of moments before she'd have Edd's now fully rejuvenated cock racing up into her inflamed cunt.
The doctor observed that the younger man seemed to be doing a good job on Grace, but he'd be willing to bet a twenty-dollar bill that he had never gotten his own wife, Ruth, as hot as she was at this moment, as she lay there, on the couch, under him, with his own lusty cock plunging in and out of her. Edd's wife, he decided, was definitely a luscious piece of womanhood, as she lay there, her naked, wide-splayed cunt gyrating furiously up at him, and he would have laid out another twenty to bet that she'd never had a cock sunk into her this far, before, deep into the moist warmth of her cuntal sheath ... with her round, full buttocks churning . and bucking to force her cunt up over him as far as it could possibly go. Christ! What a tight, gorgeous little cunt it is, too! She'll drive me right out of my mind!
Ray slid his hands down over the smooth contours of her ribs, over her lips and slipped them beneath the half-moon orbs of her smoothly working buttocks, grasping them, brutally, in his hands to feel them clench and unclench, as she undulated them up against him, the warm flesh, plastic and resilient, ridging out between his clawing fingers, and he pulled her up to him, tight and hard.
She groaned aloud, and her breath caught in her throat, as he hauled her loins up tight against his own, and he felt her pull her thighs back even further, causing the moist, clasping hole of her sensately-grinding cunt to flower open wider yet, to receive his plundering cock to greater depths.
Ruth flailed her head and long golden-blonde hair back and forth in unparalleled rapture. There was no equivocation in her, now; the last twinges of pain were gone from her passion-filled body, and there was no shame ... no humiliation. Her legs, on either side of his thick, impaling cock, quivered and twitched, spasmodically, with the strength of her ecstasy, and her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth to orally match the wild fucking action of their naked genitals below; all the while, she emitted little, purling, velvety sounds of rapture that gurgled, constantly, from her throat.
Now, she knew. Never, in her life, had she experienced anything like this! From the moment the doctor had begun sucking and licking her cunt, to this moment, with his monsterously inflexible cock pounding in and out of her, penetrating to the very core of her, it had been one huge pyramid of rapturous sensation ... and she discovered that when she tensed her thigh muscles to writhe her pulsing cunt up tight against him everything was intensified ... became almost unbearable. Never in her remotest imagination would she have ever thought that such delicious sensations could come from lying beneath a man, legs open wide, and being fucked against her will ... and ... at the same time, committing unforgiveable adultery. And, too, she had moved from not wanting to wanting ... from a feeling that she was being raped ... to a desire to give back to her ravisher as much -- or .more -- than he was giving to her. She didn't want it to end ... ever! But, she was committed, now, to the coming end;, for wish as she might ... it had to end for her ... in a soaring, orgasmic release.
Ray had begun to piston into her with all his muscular strength, lengthening his slamming strokes and speeding the tempo, withdrawing his heavy cock, almost all the way, out of the snug, moist sheath of her cunt, that clasped, hungrily, then plunging into her upraised loins, again, until his balls slapped solidly up against the hairless, exposed little anus nestled down there between the twin moons of her buttocks. He felt the aching throb in his balls, and he was conscious of the building pressure at the very root of his cock; his head swam, whirlingly, with the need to cum. Damn! I've been holding off too long!
Sliding his hand down over the smoothly tight skin of her lewdly gyrating buttocks, his finger searched for the small, puckered opening that nestled there, unprotected, and as the tip of his finger found it to feel its soft, warm flexing, he felt the shock in her body and heard the quick intake of her rasping breath. Tauntingly, he drew his finger in. tiny teasing circles around it., then moistened the tip of it in the tiny rivulets. of viscous moisture that seeped from her cunt lips locked tightly around the shaft of his plundering cock. Then, he paused, momentarily, before he made his move. She had to know what was happening ... and be willing to accept it!
"Now, you're going to get something you've never had before!" the doctor rasped into her ear. "I'm going to shove my finger up your tight little asshole ... as far as I can shove it!"
Ruth's breathing almost stopped; her heart skipped a beat, as vibrant, ecstatically erotic sensations slashed through her, his words and lewd actions, completely subjugating her body-mind to his every sexual whim and causing her even further delirious raptures of expectation. She was ready to accept anything ... do everything!
Another, in that room, also struggled with his breathing, as he heard the doctor's lewd words to his young, sweetly naive wife, who lay helplessly impaled on the couch beneath him. Edd, his mouth sucking wildly at Grace's heated crotch, listened carefully for his wife, Faye's reaction. Stillo is giving her the full treatment! I wouldn't have believed it! Christ! My hot little wife's really going all out!
He had waited long enough. It was time to get his own cock into the doctor's wife. The way her open loins had been grinding up against him, he knew she was as ready as he was.
Lifting his mouth, moistly, from her seething cunt, he grunted, "God ... Baby ... I'm more than ready ... to fuck you!"
Slipping her legs down over his shoulders, the doctor's wife sat up, smiling, and whispered, hoarsely, "Damn! It's about time ... I'm pretty close to cumming, myself!"
"Turn around ... and lean forward on the table ... so we can both watch while I fuck you from behind!" he told her.
"Does it give you a charge, Lover ... to watch your own sweet little wife being fucked half silly by another man ... ?"
"Yes!" he growled. "... But, I don't know why!"
"Don't question it, Edd!" Grace said, turning her back to him and leaning down; on the table. "Let's just get some extra kicks watching them fuck each other ... while we do the same thing! Wild, isn't it ...?"
"Crazy as hell ... but I like it!" he agreed, still whispering and listening intently, alertly, for further sounds from the couch where Doctor Stillo swarmed over the blonde loveliness of his naked wife, while he reached out for the doctor's equally beautiful wife.
His wife's voice came across the room to him, clearly. "OOOooohhh, yes ... yesssss!" she told the doctor. "Shove your finger all the way in ... m-my asshole, Rays I want you to ... ! I want it!"
As he heard his wife's affirmation, Edd clamped his hands on Grace's hips, the smooth, alabaster moons of her buttocks dancing in his vision and a low, animal growl of passion emanating from his lips. With feral energy, he nudged the blood-inflated head of his cock into the moist, ready opening of the doctor's wife's cunt and with one, forceful flexing of his muscular hips drove his lust-hardened shaft deep up into her voraciously clasping cunt. He groaned with satisfaction as his pelvis slapped, solidly and hard, into the crevice between her satiny buttocks, and he heard Vivian, leaning forward over the dining table, gasp with the force of his entry. "Aaagh! Take it easy, Edd ... there's plenty of time!" she cautioned, whispering back over her shoulder.
"All right ..." he grunted back, in a half-whisper, "But, Christ ... I had to get it into you ... fast!"
Then, forcing himself to it, half-standing, half-crouching behind her, he began to move his hips, slowly, back and forth, driving his hard cock in and out of her excitedly flowing wetness, in measured tempo. And then, he began fucking in and out of Grace's warmly clasping cuntal sheath, as he watched his wife and Grace's husband nakedly locked together on the rhythmically squeaking couch.
Ray Stillo's brain, as he slammed his ,big cock into the young, curvaceous Ruth Reed's upturned loins, screamed with lustful exhilaration. She had surprised him. Damm! She really wants it! His turgid cock felt as though it would burst, any moment.
His middle finger fumbled at the round, tight, little anal opening; finding it he pushed in with a sudden, almost brutal thrust, and felt the smooth, spongy orifice give way under his assault.
"AAAaaauuugh! OOooOOOOoohhh!" Ruth gasped, in pain, as he continued to pound his hard cock into her. Then, he shoved his finger in harder, to the first knuckle and heard her grunt and cough, even as her voracious cunt nibbled hungrily up and down his throbbing shaft. He felt the shock of it, in her body, as her legs jerked and twitched under him. With deliberate, tantalizing intention, he rotated his finger, gently at first, then more vigorously and rapidly until, with a brutally forceful thrust, he buried it, to the palm of his hand, deeply up into the warm rubberiness of her rectum; all the while, she moaned in masochistic ecstasy beneath him.
Never ... never in her whole existence had she felt such rapturous pleasure-pain. The pain emanating from her anus where the doctor's thick middle finger was buried and rotating around inside it, seemed to fill her loins, her belly and even her swollen, aching breasts with quivering ecstasy. Then, after a few moments, the painful agony in her rectum began to subside, as she began to adjust to its unnatural presence there, the pain of it replaced with sudden, spiraling sensations of never before known pleasure. She could not have explained it, but suddenly, she was trying to skewer her throbbing backside back onto his finger, at the same time she strained to absorb even more of his hard driving cock up inside her seething cuntal sheath.
Edd saw, but could hardly believe it. His wife was completely subjugated to the will of the man who was fucking her. Fascinated, he watched Ruth screw her hips back on the double impalement of her loins, and his own hand moved down over the rounded protuberances of Grace's satiny smooth buttocks, a finger going into the crease of them above his racing, hardened cock going into her from behind and finding the secret back channel, nestled puckeringly there.
Grace looked back at him and hissed, "Shove your finger in, my ass, too ... lover!"
With no further thought or preparation, Edd plunged his finger into the warm sheath of her anus to feel the spongy pliancy of it ... and the shock of his entry caused the doctor's wife to jump forward jerkily in an attempt to avoid the temporarily painful presence. She gasped, "Christ! you don't mess around do you?" Then as he began to move his finger in her, in tempo with his pulsing, savagely pounding cock, she too became adjusted to it and began to slither her hips back at him to absorb as much as she could of both.
"No ..." Edd whispered back, "but you like it that way, don't you?"
Her shoulders quivered. "Oh God ... it's wonderful!"
On the couch above Edd's wife, Ray Stillo was barely able to control his lust any longer. His balls ached with the need to cum, and he drove his aching cock into her upthrust cunt with demonic fury. He was pleased; she had accepted his plunging finger in her backside with some delight, and suddenly he pushed in a second one. There was no gentleness ... no mercy. She screamed. That's what he wanted. With unbridled force, he wormed both fingers around, inside the warm sheath of her rectum, feeling at the same time, his own cock plunging in and out of her through the thin tissues that separated them. Then slowly, her. whimpers of pain, brought on by his new invasion, subsided, to be replaced by even greater moans of pleasure as her anus became accustomed to the vicious unnaturalness of leis ravishing fingers.
Giving herself over to the overpowering sensations, Ruth sucked at Ray's tongue, buried halfway in her throat, filer hips wriggled undulatingly as she tried to screw her rectum harder back on his fingers, and her legs spread and raised even higher to receive his pile-driving cock deeper into the now completely filled core of her desperately contracting belly.
Ruth moaned aloud to herself; she was in an agonized ecstasy that had no equal. Hopelessly; she was impaled on the doctor's rock-hard cock that pounded mercilessly into her seething pussy; his fingers plundered her backside ... and she had never known that such exquisite sexual rapture could exist for her. Wantonly, insanely, she began to writhe and squeal under him, reveling in the double ravishment of her loins. Oh God! I've never felt it ... like this ... before!
Leaning over Grace now. Edd Reed watched wide-eyed and still unbelieving as his wife, lying on the couch beneath Grace's husband, fucked back like a mink, taking all the doctor pounded into her with wild unashamed delight, and he began to ram deeper and harder into the pulsing, clasping sheath of the other's wife, his finger in her rectum working in perfect tempo with his thundering cock ... And Grace, the doctor's wife, bent over the dining table, was in a sexual ecstasy of her own as she moved her hips back at Edd in perfect counterpointing concert with him. She too, watched and listened to the couple on the couch and vicariously knew what the other woman was experiencing as she lay under. the doctor, Grace's wonderful husband, and received the massive hardness of his thrill-giving cock into her voraciously sensate loins. How often, Grace mused, had she lain under hum, just so? Damn! He's a magnificent lover ... and it gives me chills to watch him ... She felt no jealousy or rancor; neither did she feel a sense of possessiveness. Ray was always there when she wanted him ... and that was sufficient.
Doctor Stillo plunged mightily into Edd Reed's wife Ruth; he had reached the point of desperation, fearing he would go insane if he couldn't cum soon ... but he had to be sure that he brought her to an explosive orgasm first: otherwise, all would be: lost.
He gaped down to where the glistening shaft of his cock slid smoothly in and out of Ruth's delectable little cunt, concentrating on the feel of her soft sheathing vagina as it accepted him claspingly, on every jack-hammer stroke. He tried to think of something still more erotic he could do to spur him on, but he would have to stop to change positions. He definitely didn't want to stop now. He watched the clasping lips of her cunt and slipped his hand down to fondle them, drawing them in closer to his rampaging cock and raising further moans of pleasure from her even as he felt the contracting muscles of her vaginal vault. sucking and massaging at his rock-hard cock; hungrily attempting to swallow all of his massive length deep deep up inside her.
Ray tried to increase the speed and the depth of his jackhammer thrustings as he writhed uncontrollably beneath him, slithering up and down the hardened shaft of his cock with animal-like energy, her legs jerking, toes curling and thighs splaying wide, at the same time pulling them back hard against her chest. He saw that her tightly drawn up thighs were mashing down hard on the fullness of her breasts, and her position gave him the fullest unhindered access to her moistly heated genitals. Her voluntary action in making herself so vulnerable was the first indication he'd had that she was nearing her climax. God! It's about time ... I'm about ready to pop ... myself! ...
His cock pistoned into her cunt with insane power, and he jerked hi: finger-; from her backside with an accompanying moistly obscene hiss as he used his hands to grip her, brutally, behind the knees, thrusting them back hard until her head was framed by them, forcing the plane of her loins higher and even more widely open to his almost inhuman plunges into her helpless, fully flowered-open cunt. Christ! Even Grace can't take all of my cock like this!
Slaving away behind the doctor's wife, sawing in and out of her with growing lust, Edd could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Ray Stillo's cock thundering in and out of Ruth's widespread cunt. She's taking all of it in her pussy ... and the doc's as heavy hung as they come!
... And Grace, leaning on the table, moving her hips back against Ruth's husband salaciously, was amazed too as she watched her husband Ray's huge, fully hardened cock plunging into the other woman so deeply, and she realized that she was aroused almost to the point of orgasm. Her sensate cunt was responding to Edd, sending searingly erotic sensations through her ... but she wanted more.
"Edd ...?" he moaned, whisperingly, looking back at him. "Let me show you something ... that's just out of this world!" She shivered, deliciously, at the very thought of what she wanted him to do.
"O.K.!" he grunted, slamming into her extra hard.
"Pull all the way out!"
He did.
With a trembling ecstatic hand, Grace reached behind her, her fingers closing partially around the hardened shaft of his big cock and guided it unerringly to the tiny brown puckery opening nestled between the satin-smooth halves of her rounded buttocks. She placed the bulbous cock-head directly on the target, Edd knew what she wanted instantly, and his hands went out to her buttocks, one on either side of his aching cock to spread them wide. "Now ... shove it right on in!" she hissed.
Edd shoved hard. His cock burst through the resilient little muscle ring and soared up into the soft rubbery warmth of her back passage, the snugness of the spongily clinging tunnel around his cock giving him an instantaneously exquisite, almost indescribable sensation of erotic pleasure. "Aauugh!" he gasped.
Grace's lithe body recoiled, momentarily with the force of. his entry into her rectum, and she coughed out a groan of mixed pleasure-pain. Her grasp on the shaft of his cock forced him to remain immobile for a moment while she adjusted to its presence there. Then she gasped with expectant anticipation. "Pull your cock out now ... and shove it back in my pussy!"
Edd did as she bade him.
"Now ... back in my bottom!" she instructed. "And then alternate back and forth!"
His head swam with the impact of what he was doing, and the lust in him was increased and multiplied to a mind-boggling level he had never known before as she continued to hold on to his hard prick, guiding it accurately, alternating between her tingling cunt and throbbing anus.
"Aaauugh! Oh, OOoooh! That's it Edd! Just ... keep going ... like that!" she gasped, as Edd began slamming into each of her orifices with equal abandon.
Doctor Stillo had been dimly aware of the other couple in the room before, put now as he heard his wife's audible gasp, he glanced over to see her, bent over the dining table, her hand guiding Edd Reed's big cock alternately into her cunt and her rear passage. Well ... ! She's really got him going ... the way she likes it best ... the Spanish despunta! Christ! I hope it doesn't make him cum ... before his hot little, wife gets a chance to see him fuck my wife! Too much depended on that! Part of the whole plan involved Ruth's seeing her husband fucking another woman ... and accepting it: especially after she herself had just been fucked by that other woman's husband: namely himself, Doctor Ray Stillo.
... Then beneath him, Ruth's lovely face contorted with her frantic need to cum, and she began to chant aloud, groaningly, "Oh, oh, oooh! OOOOOOOOHHhhHH!" Her features, as he looked down at her, reflected the sensuality of her deep passion. Thank God! She's ready ... to cum!
Ray grunted, laboring over her, grinding his huge shaft into her hard and deep, his plunging cock going far up into the sanctuary of her vaginal vault, flicking past the neck of her womb to nudge into the far back wall of her cunt. He knew she would be cumming any moment now. He watched her breasts heave and quiver with the shocks of his pummeling strokes into her, the spiky pink nipples expanding before his eyes as her passion rose to ever greater heights. Her head tossed wildly from side to side, her beautiful blonde hair hopelessly disarranged and entangled.
"Come o n ... baby!" he choked. "It's time ... to cum!"
He felt the acid burning of his own need to cum, spewingly, and for one horrible split second of time he thought he had failed to bring her to orgasm.
On the next instant ... she convulsed spasmodically beneath him.
"Oh! OOOOoohhhh! OOOooOOHHH! GGooDDD!" she wailed. "I-I'm ...I'm going ... to ... cccuuuummmm! OOoohhh! AAAaauugghh!" And her body writhed and convulsed uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic release flooded through her.
Confidently then, he continued to hammer his cock into her, faster and deeper with all the strength of his muscular back and legs, and he felt her body-spasms of release as the clasping cunt-lips below seemed to suck at him voraciously. Her breathing was labored, coming in short, feverish gasping pants.
Then he sensed the imminent rush of hiss own searingly heated sperm as his throbbing cock began its own convulsive pumping. He felt the life-liquid begin its mad race the full length of his hardened shaft in stimulating ecstasy, to spew from the bulbous, still expanding cock-head: far up into the quivering softness of her hotly contracting belly. It pumped and spurted in a never-ending stream of delight inside her, and he ground his pelvis up tight against her in one final, slamming thrust before he stiffened, immobile over her, cradled between her thighs, enjoying to the utmost his spewing ejaculative release. His own breath came in uncontrolled shallow pantings.
As the doctor collapsed on top of her, Ruth moaned aloud in relief as subsiding waves of relaxing euphoria descended on her sensually overtaxed body and mind. Her thighs quivered, and her belly quaked with the unfathomable pleasure she had just experienced. She had never realized such supreme joy existed on the face of the earth. Limply, her legs fell wide-splayed, cradling the doctor there shamelessly while her chest heaved and her heart beat a rapid tattoo against the inside of her ribs. She had been filled ... and fulfilled to overflowing. Everything was complete. Her eyes closed and for several moments she savored every sensation in her body.
Her reverie was disturbed by the breathy rasp of Doctor Stillo's voice in her ear. "I'd have to say ... that you really enjoyed it! Is that right, my dear?"
"Ooohh yes!" It was a heartfelt statement of fact.
"... Even if it wasn't your husband ... but I, who fucked you?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't understand his line of questioning. Her answer stuttered out. "Y-Yes ... I-I'll have to admit ... I-I liked it ... but what are you g-getting at?"
"And your most heart felt wish was for your husband to regain his potency?"
"Yes ... of course!" She opened her eyes to look up into Ray's face as he shifted himself slightly and raised his weight from her body.
"Then just look over there ... toward the dining table!" he said with a lewd smile.
Ruth looked ... and gasped.
"It's ... Edd ... and your wife!" She couldn't believe what she saw.
Edd Reed and Grace Stillo were, themselves. now on the way to explosive orgasm. He stood behind the doctor's wife as, she leaned over the dining table, her hand behind her between them, holding Edd's fully hardened cock ... and she was guiding it alternately into her cunt and her rectum.
"Grace really likes it like that!" Ray Stillo observed.
"In both places ... ?"
"Yes!" He looked hard at her "Didn't you like it when I sunk two fingers in your asshole?"
Ruth blushed to the roots of her blonde hair, as she realized the truth of his comparison ... and there was the shock, almost of, horror, as she watched her husband Edd and Stillo's wife Grace, coupling there in the dining area. She had to adjust to the idea... the idea that had been planted before tht doctor had started making love to her ... and was now being realized: the concept of shock therapy for Edd ... was working ... almost too well. Edd seemed really to be enjoying himself, she noted, as with glazed eyes, a pure look of lust on his face, he plunged in and out of Grace's loins, half his strokes in her cunt, the alternate half in her receptive anal orifice. She had to get it all straight in her mind somehow.
Her answer to the doctor's question was delayed, but she gave it now. "Y-Yes ... I-I liked that ... t-too ..." she admitted.
"I knew you did ... now, what do you think about Edd and Grace's performance?"
"I-It's sort of disgusting ... but I'm also g-glad that Edd's able to ..."
"To fuck again ... is that what you mean?"
"Yes..."
"Then say it!" Ray snapped. "You said it when you had to beg for it!"
"Yes ... I'm glad my husband's, able to fuck ... a-again!"
"Are you jealous?"
"Shouldn't I be ... ?" she countered. "I do feel a I-little jealous!"
"Do you think Edd's jealous of you? He was watching us!"
Ruth gasped. She had forgotten that, for a moment! Of course, he had watched ... that was part of the doctor's plan ... and she felt a new shame that he had seen ... But if he did see me ... being fucked by Doctor Stillo ... it must have helped him to get well! Suddenly then, she knew she was not jealous of Grace Stillo. How could she be? The other woman had really done her a rare favor! What she did feel was a certain yearning that she could have been the first to experience sexual intercourse with Edd ... and his newly resurrected cock. Edd ... jealous of her?
"I-I don't know whether Edd's j -jealous of me ... a-and I just decided ... I'm not really jealous of Grace ... I-I just wanted my husband ... to myself ... I guess ..." she said, trying to explain what she felt.
Doctor Stillo's little inquest was over. He grinned at her boyishly and said, "You pass with flying colors ... now, let's just watch them for a while."
Ruth looked at him questioningly, "I don't understand ..."
"I'll explain later ..." He turned back to watch his wife and Ruth's husband. As he did, his deflating penis, still buried deep in her vagina, lurched expandingly, giving them both a tiny thrill of reawakening sex.
Ruth felt it too and gasped involuntarily as she turned her head toward Edd and Grace, feeling a twinge of pride in the virile performance her husband gave.
Edd was only faintly aware that his wife and the doctor were now lying quietly on the couch, watching him and Grace, but at that point; he could have cared less! He was ready to cum! The supreme joy in him of the knowledge that he could again, was fantastic, as the brief memory crossed his mind of the many days when he was sure he would never again raise an erection. Now, he could feel the building load of semen back near the root of his cock that demanded release. Instinctively, he knew, too, that Grace was ready, as her hips pushed back at him with every stroke, to absorb him to the fullest, each time, in both her orifices, alternately. Christ! I'm almost there ... now!
Grace shoved her full, smoothly working hips back at him harder and tossed over her shoulder at him, "Keep it in my ass... Edd! I'm ready to cummm!" She took her hand from the shaft of his cock, and leaning flat on the table, raised her hips even higher to him, presenting him easier access to her rear entry; at the same time she reached back around him with both hands to grasp his hips and pull him more deeply into her.
Sawing into the soft sponginess of her anus, Bill felt it begin for him ... then Grace screamed out her own orgasm, her body convulsing jerkily, and her hips screwing back at him, crazily. With closed eyes, she let it come to her, opening her mouth to scream in exquisite rapture. "Oooh! God! I'm cccuummiinngg! Fuck me ... good! Edd! Fuck me ... good! AAAaaauugghh!"
Edd came with her scream.
His jism jetted like fire from the head of his cock, deep into the moist warm sheath of her rectum, his. cock pumping wildly as the hot white sperm racing through him brought him almost excruciating pleasure. "Augh! AAuugghh! AAAaauuggh!" he groaned with one final plunge far up into her clinging backside. Then, he collapsed, bending forward at the waist, to press his weight down heavily on Grace's back.
Doctor Stillo waited a few moments before he broke the silent punctuated only by Bill's breath, raspy and heavy in his throat and Grace's long sigh of satisfaction; then he said, addressing his wife, "Grace, darling ... can I assume you enjoyed him?"
She turned her head to look toward the couch where her husband lay, his penis still buried in Ruth's slowly relaxing vagina. During the final moments, as he had watched Edd and Grace, it had begun to rise to full erection again. Surveying the supine couple, she grinned impishly and asked a question in, turn. "Need you ask? ... Really, Ray honey ... what I should ask. is ... when can I have him ... again?"
"Perhaps ... after his little wife here has had a chance with him ..." Doctor Stillo suggested. "... but, I imagine that will be up to them."
"The night's young yet ..." Grace sighed. "Have you asked her yet ... about ...?"
"No ... I'm just about to do that ..."
Ruth had listened with rising curiosity.
"What are you talking about ...? I'm sort of in the dark ..."
Edd lifted his torso then and pulled his rapidly deflating penis from Grace's heavily flooded rectum, and Grace stood up straight. Ruth saw her magnificent figure for the first time, deciding that the doctor's wife was definitely beautiful. Together Edd and Grace came to the couch where Ray and Ruth still lay. The black-haired beauty leaned down and kissed her doctor husband soundly. As she drew back, after a moment, she looked into Ruth's lovely face and impulsively leaned down and kissed her too.
Ruth was startled. She blushed again and stammered, "Grace ... I-I ... don't..."
The doctor cut in with, "Don't mind Grace ... she sometimes swings both ways. She likes you ... too!"
"... But ... I-I ..."
"Don't worry about that now!" Doctor Stillo dismissed the subject, "Right now ... we need to know some answers to more important questions."
Edd sat down on the edge of the couch, leaned over and kissed his wife, murmuring? "I love you ... darling."
Ruth told him, "... And I love you ... Edd!" Impulsively, her hand went out to grasp his deflating penis. She added, "I'm so glad ... you can use this ... again ..."
"Ahem!" Ray attracted their attention, again. "As I said, Grace and I need to know your decision. Edd ... ?"
"Definitely yes!" he answered quickly. "But I don't think Ruth knows all the particulars."
"I'm going to fill her in now!" he turned back to Ruth. "My dear," he explained, "we four have just engaged in an exchange of spouses, commonly known as a swap. You've already said you enjoyed it ... and as far as we are concerned ... you both have qualified with flying colors ..." He stopped and glanced up at Grace meaningfully.
Grace, who still stood beside the couch, dropped to her knees and rested her head on her husband's back, saying, "My vote's a big yes ... Ray!"
"I-I don't understand ..." Ruth said, puzzled, looking first at her husband then from the doctor to his wife. "Wh-What are. you talking about?"
"The group!" Doctor Stillo said, going on with his explanation. "Grace and I are members of a swap club ... and we feel you're now qualified to join."
"You mean a regular club ... where e-everybody is ...?" Ruth stopped, dumbfounded, unable to complete the thought:
"... is exchanging mates ... for the purposes of sexual intercourse!" the doctor finished.
Stunned, she looked at Edd. He had said yes ... when the doctor had questioned hum. Why? Why was he so eager to join?
"Many people find their marriages are strengthened ... that their own married sex-life is better ..." Ray went on.
Just then his expanding cock, still sheathed in her moist cuntal passage, lurched thrillingly inside her. The memory of how his hardened flesh had brought her to such exquisite heights of rapture was strong in her again. She would be able to have that again, not only with Doctor Stillo but with Edd; then she extended the thought to include other men she would meet as a member of the club ... a club dedicated solely to swapping. Edd wanted it ... and the happening tonight in their living room had been the means of Edd's having regained his manhood. The doctor's massive cock, filling her cunt again. New fires of sexual desire were being rekindled in her. Spasmodically, her hand tightened on Edd's cock that was now growing rapidly tumescent in her hand.
With sudden decision, she looked, adoringly at Edd then said, "Yes ... oh yes ... we'll join your club!"
The doctor smiled broadly, "Good! I know you'll like our group!"
Edd could hardly contain himself, he was so overjoyed with her decision. He leaned over and kissed her deeply then said, "Darling ... you'll never regret it ... I'm sure! ... And, right now ... I'm going to fuck you so hard ... you'll never forget how much I love you!"
Grace jumped to her feet excitedly, saying ... but let's use the bedroom ... this time!"
"Yes, let's!" Ray Stillo said reluctantly, pulling his now fully erect penis from Ruth's moist, reheating cuntal sheath.
"There's still a few things you should learn ..." Doctor Stillo told her when all four were in the Reed's bedroom.
"Such as ...?" Grace asked.
"Fellatio ..." the doctor suggested.
"What?"
"Sucking cock!" Edd supplied.
"That shouldn't be too bad ... if I can learn with Edd!" Grace said.
Edd grinned at her willingness. "Well ... there's no time like right now."
Grace reached for her husband's hardening shaft, her mouth followed to kiss it as Doctor Stillo went on talking.
"Then you should learn to take two of us at a time!"
"Two ... at a time ... ?" Grace questioned, puzzled.
"It's easy ...!" Grace told her. "And ... I'll be here to help you ... and make sure you don't get hurt ... or anything ..."
"There's so much ...!" Grace gasped.
"And maybe Grace'll introduce you to the delights of cunnilingus ..." the doctor continued.
"What's that ...?"
"Eating cunt!" Edd supplied, crudely.
"It's using your mouth on another woman's vagina!" Grace explained further.
Ruth's head was in a whirl as she realized she was the least knowledgeable of the four, but she was committed now. She would learn! She would learn well ... but so much ... all at one time?
"Maybe ..." Ruth said, lifting her head to look around at the three of them, "it'd be better ... if I-I just learned all these things ... one at a time!"
So saying, she pushed her husband Edd back gently until he was stretched out; then she crawled between his legs and took his now completely hardened cock in both hands, feeling the warm throbbing hardness of it. She looked at its massive girth and great length, took a deep breath, and just before she ovalled her lips to take it into her mouth, she said softly; "And -- this is what I want to learn -- right now!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trying to remember what she had read in that sex manual Doctor Stillo had had them buy, Ruth Reed slipped her lips over the hard visibly pulsating head of her husband's cock, being careful her lips were turned in over her teeth so as not to bite him; then, using her tongue, she swirled the tip of it around the satiny smooth coronal ridges. The flavor of it, she noticed, was not offensive. There was a certain male sweetness to it -- and she didn't feel at all ashamed or self-conscious.
Edd gasped, "Oooh, honey -- that feels wonderful! You sure you haven't been practicing up on somebody else's cock ...?"
She took her mouth off of him long enough to answer seductively, "I read it in that book -- remember?" Then she dropped her head to take his expanding cock-head back into her mouth and gamely began to suck on it, her cheeks hollowing bravely in and out as she did so.
Edd reached down to her head, placing a hand on either side and began to move her head gently up and down until she understood what he wanted. Gradually, she began to take more and more of the hardened shaft into her mouth while inside, her tongue licked and swirled around and around it unceasingly. Meanwhile, the rekindling sensuality in her loins caused her hips to begin a small hardly perceptible undulating of their own.
Grace, who was watching with intense interest, saw the obvious building need in Ed's wife, and she reached out impulsively, her cool hands moving caressingly over the soft smooth orbs of her buttocks. Ruth, aware of the fiery feel of those hands, knew without looking, that they were the lotion softened hands of a woman. It's Grace! I've never had a woman d-do things to me! There was an arcing flash of forbidden sensation between her legs. It was a desire she had never before felt. Oh God! -Maybe she'll want t-to use her mouth o-on me!
Then she felt the soft feminine hands pulling and lifting her up to her knees until her naked buttocks were dancing in the air defenselessly behind her as she rested on her elbows between Edd's legs, his insistent hands on her head forcing a little more of his desire-hardened cock up into her mouth and throat with every bobbing stroke.
Ruth was vividly conscious now of what Grace was doing there behind her. With knowing womanly sensuality, her hands moved lightly, stimulatingly, on the softly smooth flesh of her inner thighs, a finger tracing slowly through the coralline flesh of her cunt. Then she felt those hands, one on either side of the sparsely hair-covered fleshy folds of her pussy as they slowly pressured them apart, opening and revealing her warmly throbbing cuntal passage to the other woman's gaze. She heard the slight gasp of appreciation -- just before the moist electrifying contact of Grace's tongue. She shivered deliciously. The moist tip of it played tantalizingly at her throbbing portal for a moment then plunged deep into the liquid pulsing depths of her vagina. Ruth moaned with the ecstasy of it as she accepted this, too? it was a part of her newborn desire to experience everything. Ooooh! That feels so good! Almost unbelievable sensations surged through her, and she knew it would not be long before she would be ready to be fucked again. But, I want Edd t-to fuck me this time!
Momentarily she had forgotten about Doctor Ray Stillo, but now she felt his hands on her breasts. He was lying on his side up close beside her, his hands reaching out and under her slightly swaying torso to the full roundedness of her smooth white breasts that danced prettily over her husband's thighs. His fingers plucked teasingly at the sensitive buds of her nipples, and she felt them throbbing with sensate life. She began to feel as if every nerve in her body was being stimulated sexually. Her breasts throbbed achingly under Ray's manipulative hands, and she could feel the expanding lurches of her husband Edd's fleshily throbbing cock in her mouth, an exquisite pleasure seeming now to pervade her mouth and throat as it slid smoothly in and out between her roundly ovaled lips. And Grace's tongue on the palpitating flesh of her cunt was driving her wild with desire.
Suddenly, she felt the sensual shock of the doctor's wife's mouth as it shifted slightly to tease the hardened little bud of her clitoris. Oh God! I'm, getting hot! And l want everything to happen to me! And never stop! OonohhHHH!"
On and on it went for several moments, her passion mounting higher and higher until she was literally a seething mass of sex-stimulated nerves. Then without warning, again she felt Ray's wife's tongue pressuring up through the open sensitive furrow of her cunt, not stopping to titillate the opening, but moving on, upward, to the snugly secret anal hole that was hidden between the smoothly-rounded halves of her buttocks. Involuntarily, she gasped around Edd's now jerking expanding cock in her mouth as the woman's tongue, behind her, dipped its tip into her excitedly flexing rear passage.
The exquisite almost unbearable sensations it generated in her caused her to grind and waggle her hips lewdly back against Grace's mouth as though she were trying to screw her anus back over the tantalizing tongue. Just as she thought she could not stand any more ... the probing tongue was withdrawn, and she felt herself penetrated there. She's putting her finger in m-me ... Then, as with slow,-deliberate movements, Grace began to move her finger in and out of her, she began to adjust to it almost immediately. Then there was something larger in her. Two fingers!
Doctor Ray Stillo stirred and sat up, and she was dimly aware that he had moved away from her. Rapidly, her rear passage became accustomed to the movement of the two fingers Grace was thrusting into her. Then the voice of the doctor's wife came to her, cooingly, "Ruth darling ... you're almost ready now! I've been stretching you out ... so Ray can get his cock into you -- there!"
Ruth stiffened She raised her head, leaving her husband Edd's cock throbbing in the wash of cool air, its massive shaft glistening with-the moisture of Grace's vagina and her own saliva. "N-No! Oh God! It'd tear m-me apart."
Again soothingly, Grace said, "No ... no it won't ...! There'll be a little pain; then -- when you get used to it -- in a few moments -- it'll be absolute bliss! Believe me!"
Before she could register further objection, she felt Ray's hands on her hips, moving down to spread the nakedness of her buttocks apart, and the smooth rubbery head of his giant cock was nudging, warily, against the softly working ring of her tiny puckered anal lips.
Edd raised his head to watch. There was some disappointment in him at the temporary abandonment of his cock by Ruth. Then he realized what was going to happen, and he knew that it was inevitable. She's going to get the full treatment -- tonight! Christ! I sure hope she can take it! He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, noting that Ruth's face was frozen with fear, her eyes glazed. He added his own assurances. "It'll stretch it a little, darling -- but that's all!" he said. "And afterward you'll be glad of it!"
With gradually increasing force and pressure, she felt Ray's cock push hard against the resilient ring of her back passage. It hurt! Then suddenly, with a flick of his hips he drove the bulbous ]lead of his cock hard into her, and with a slight farting noise it slipped past the barrier into the warm sponginess of her rectum. Ruth groaned loudly, almost screaming. "NOOooo!! Ray, it hurts!!"
"Only for a few moments," the doctor grunted, shoving again to drive more of his exquisitely throbbing cock into her.
Moaning constantly as he worked behind her little by little, her backside started to become accustomed to the unnatural invasion, and gradually, inch by excruciating inch, his great length and girth was forced into her. She could feel each throbbing lurch of it. Then after a few seemingly horrible moments, the pain began to pass, and she knew she would be able to do it. Suddenly, there was no terror in it for her; it felt erotic in the extreme as lewdly rising sexual stimulation replaced the pain.
Then the doctor began to grind it up into her, gently at first, working back and forth with careful movements, stretching her until, involuntarily, her own hips began to thrust back at him. Again she was amazed, unable to believe what was happening to her ... that she could possibly be enjoying it.
Ray was talking to Edd. "I'm going to turn her over -- on top of me now, and you can fuck her in the cunt ... O.K.?"
Edd's mind whirled. He had, of course, heard of it, but it was one of the few things he had not experienced -- before he and Ruth were married.
"O.K.!" He was hesitantly excited at the thought of another man fucking her at the same time.
Deftly then, Ray Stillo wrapped his arms around Ruth and turned to his side; then with muscular strength, turned on to his back, bringing Edd's wife -- smooth rounded buttocks spread wide -- up on top of him. His hardened cock was still buried deeply in her rectum. Ruth was not sure what was happening until her husband crawled up between her wide-splayed legs, his own long hard cock prodding up into the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She moaned, "Oh -- Edd! Oh God! I want you to fuck me too!"
Grace, lying beside them now, reached out between them and deftly guided the lust-inflated head of Ruth's husband's cock directly into the softly pulsing opening of her vagina. Then just before Edd flexed his hips, the doctor's wife took her hand away, and her husband's resurrected cock soared deep up into her cunt in one smooth long plunging stroke. Ruth gasped for breath. Aaagghh! I-I can't believe it! Two -- at a time -- Ray behind -- and Edd in front! Two men's c-cocks -- fucking me -- at the same time!
Edd couldn't wait any longer. He was more than ready, and he began fucking into his wife's cunt with deep plunging strokes, feeling the heavy bulge of Ray Stillo's cock burred deep in Ruth's backside. Then in countering equally long hard strokes, Ray began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her rectum.
It was a soul-searing mind-boggling experience. for Ruth. She was barely able to keep her senses; as feelings of the most rapturous joy imaginable pervaded her whole body and mind. There was nothing but this! Could there be anything more? Her nerves were almost overloaded with the exquisite sensations of fully realized sexual intercourse.
And then there was more! Through glazed, vision-blurred eyes, she became aware that Grace had wedged her lithe body in between Edd and her, forcing him to lean back a little further on strong arms; she knelt above Ruth's head, her thighs widespread, her knees on either side accommodating her husband who lay underneath.
Ruth looked up to see Grace's loins just above her mouth, and she knew what was expected of her. Now -- now she knew there could be no greater sensuality. Her moans were unceasing as Grace's softly hair-ringed cunt came down slowly to her lips. Experimentally, her tongue darted from between her lips for the first electric contact with the pinkly moistened female flesh being offered her. She heard Grace's sharp gasp, "Eat me, Ruth! Oh darling - eat me good!"
With a whimper of desire she had never known before, she thrust her tongue out, stabbing it up into the warm liquid depths of the doctor's wife's seething cunt. Then, with knowing womanly instinct, she circled the hardened clitoris above her, licking and sucking at it avidly.
The ever-building rapture in her passion-distorted mind could not be contained. She felt as if she would burst, and she knew that she would have to come to orgasm, soon ... very soon!
Fucking wildly into his wife's cunt, above, Edd felt it begin for him, the need to cum in her already sperm-flooded pussy burning deeply in him. His breath came in ,short pants, and he grunted with the force of his jackhammer strokes and just before his liquid jets of hot white sperm spewed from him, he felt Ruth's body convulse beneath him. Wildly, his cock pumped his semen from him deep up into his wife's warmly milking belly, and he groaned aloud, "Oh Christ!" He collapsed then, twisting his torso to the side slightly, his head coming to rest down by Grace's knee, the desire-heated odor of her vagina wafting excitingly across his nostrils. The doctor's raven-haired wife was in a rapture of her own.-as she knelt above Edd's wife's face, Grace's tongue bringing her rapidly to her own soul-searing climax.
As Grace came, she emitted a moan of ecstasy. "Oh God! That's IT! I'm going to CCUUMMM! NOOWWW! AAuuugggHHH!"
Ruth convulsed time after time, her orgasm going on and on. Her head swam, and she was sure she would lose consciousness. She didn't ... but as first Edd then Grace climaxed and her mouth was freed of Grace's hotly grinding loins, the doctor's wife in turn collapsing and falling to her side, Ruth moaned out, "AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH! I'm ccumming! I'M CCCUUUMMMIINNGG! OOoooOooOOO!" Then: "AAAAAAAAAAUU GGGHHH!"
With a final buttock-flattening thrust from below up into the smooth rubbery sheath of her rectum, Dr. Ray Stillo's ejaculative climax came to him also, his hot sperm spewing from the tiny slit in the head of his wildly jerking cock to splash far up into the warm, clasping walls of her tightly sucking anus.
There was almost a dead silence in the bedroom, broken only by the sounds of heavy drawn breaths and satiated sighs of complete sexual satisfaction.
Grace stirred first. She knelt over Ruth and kissed her fervently, saying softly, "That was just wonderful! I can't wait to have you and Edd to our next meeting!"
Edd, his penis rapidly deflating now, lifted himself slowly from between the legs of his wife, and he, in turn, captured her lips. "How was that, darling ... did you like it?"
Still gasping, Ruth had difficulty in finding her voice. "It was -- completely -- out of this world!"
Doctor Stillo crawled from beneath Ruth. His eyes shone with anticipation. "I second Grace -- the next meeting is at our place -- a week from tomorrow -- and I, definitely, would like to see you both come!"
"We'll be there!" Edd said, then added, "Won't we ... Ruth?"
Her answer was hesitantly, from years- of puritanical upbringing, jubilant, "I wouldn't miss it -- for the world!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Several very interesting things developed during the next week. Edd returned to his job, entertaining the idea that he would begin looking around actively for another position before tendering his resignation. For this purpose, he had given himself two weeks -- for he had no intention of working under Rick Stone, the Production Manager, any longer. Life, he had decided, was too short to put up with that son-of-a-bitch.
On the second day back at work he was overjoyed to hear that Stone had been presented with an option of retirement or dismissal. Stone, wisely, chose retirement, effective immediately. Then, the second startling development was Edd's summons to the office of the Personnel Manager for an interview. Edd had been tapped to replace Stone, and he accepted gladly. The following day he had taken over as Production Manager. Ruth was as happy as he, and of course they had their own little private party to celebrate the event, discovering that their sex-life had been improved, it seemed, almost a hundredfold.
On the following Saturday night they attended the first get-together of the group. As Edd steered the car into a parking place in the circular drive in front of the Stillo's home, Ruth grasped Edd's forearm and whispered, tremblingly, "Edd ... I-I'm getting scared -- and I just can't help feeling a little funny -- a-about all this!"
He smiled at her reassuringly, "Honey -- after that session last week with Doc Stillo and Grace --you've got nothing to worry about!"
"Yes -- b-but they'll all be perfect strangers," she quaked.
"But not for long -- baby!" he cracked. "Anyway -- the Stillo's certainly aren't strangers -- and they'll make sure we get to know everybody."
"And what about Doctor Stillo's saying we could recruit another new couple ... for the meeting after this ...?"
"That's easy ... we find a couple -- invite them over -- and one thing leads to another until I get the woman in the sack and you take on the guy! It's just like the Stillos did to us!" he explained.
"Just l-like that?"
"Well, almost -- but everything has to be planned out -- then we tell them about the club -- and they either accept -- or turn it down." He climbed out of the car and helped his wife out; then they walked the short distance up the drive to the big front door.
"Well ...I wouldn't know who to try it with ..." she said.
"I do!" Edd told her. "My new assistant ... and his wife! You ought to see her ... she's a nice compact little brunette with the most fabulous pair of tits I've ever seen!"
"What about him -- I-I haven't even seen him -- yet!"
"He's an awfully nice guy ... tall, rangy ... sort of redheaded."
"But will he -- will they -- be interested?" she asked.
"I'm sure he will!" Edd said, looking appreciatively at her. "How could he miss ... when you start working on him!"
"I hope so --" Ruth said fervently -- almost dreamily. "What's his name?"
