In some twisted, oversexed, south Floridian alternate reality, employing the voyeuristic talents of four elemental creatures representing the four elements of the ancient world--earth, air, fire, and water--one of Old Scratch's dark angels (this one as hot as she is dark) is trolling for souls. What better bait than a sexually repressed, rat-faced shrink? The doc is more than willing sign up, but as usual ... there will be Hell to pay.
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THE FIRST PART
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CHAPTER I
UNA: He's wiping off his glasses on his coat tail. They're all steamed up. He's peering through the cattails at the edge of the pond, standing in sort of a half-crouch because if he stood straight they could see him. Not that they'd care, probably. He's invisible from the little road that runs through the park because of the willow bushes behind him, but still he keeps jerking his sharp little face around to see if anyone's coming. Very nervous.
Now he's got his glasses back on, and he's... yes, he's pulling out his prick! Let me get a little closer... Jesus Christ, if that isn't about the littlest pecker I've seen in this park since Emmet Kline used to come here to jack off before he became a phantom. As a matter of fact, now that I think of it, this Dr. Livveresh looks quite a bit like Mr. Kline: the same beady eyes, the same hawk nose, the same hatchet face-he's short and skinny too, like Mr. Kline was. But his ears are bigger, and his chin recedes a little more, and his cock-yes, I believe his cock is even smaller than Mr. Kline's! And that's saying something. It's hardly bigger than Sal's even. Of course Sal has a nice prick for a salamander-certainly more than enough to satisfy me. Mm, I can almost feel it now, slithering and sliding up my slit... Hear me, Sal?
SAL: I hear y', baby.
UNA: (Giggle!) Where was I? Ah yes, the doctor's dick. I was saying that, while you have an absolutely wonderful tallywhacker, Sal, it's hardly one that a human would be proud of; I mean, that which makes for such a wonderful coupling between a salamander and an undine can hardly be expected to be the same for a man and a woman. In short, so to speak, the doctor's dick is diminutive.
Now he's jacking it off between his thumb and his forefinger. His mouth is hanging open, drool is dribbling from his chin, his glasses are sliding down his nose, his ears are red and his knees are shaking! Man, that foursome over there has sure as shit got him shook. I can't imagine why Memphis is so interested in such a weird-looking creep as this, but I guess she knows what she's doing. I'd better swim over to the other side for a closer look at what's getting him so excited...
(Zip, swish!) There, that's better. Wow! These kids are really going at it. There's a redhead with an enormous set of fat-nippled freckle-faced tits and a crotch full of thick ruddy shag. She's lying on her back with her heavy legs spread wide open and her feet toward the water-that is, toward me and the drooling doctor. A dark-haired guy with a good tan and a cock on him that would choke an Amazon is on his knees above her head, with his big bristly balls dangling in her face, and he's giving those huge tits the rubdown of their lives-pressing them down against her chest so that they bulge out around his fingers, pulling them up under her chin, squeezing them together, rolling her nipples under his palms-ah, now he's bending over to suck them. Suck, suck, suck. Lick, lick, lick. Wow! The knobs of her nipples are standing up like little pricks-just about the size of the doctor's. (Giggle!) I'll bet he wishes he was as close to the action as I am. Are you getting all this, Thoth?
THOTH: Am I getting it? Do you, an undine, question the skill of-
UNA: Take it easy, pops, I just wondered if I was going too fast for you.
THOTH: Shit! Would you like me to read it back to you? "He's wiping off his glasses on his coat tail. They're all steamed up. He's peering through the-"
UNA: Okay, okay already! Jesus Christ.
Now, let me get inside Dr. Livveresh's head for a moment:
--Oh, goddamn! Look at that! Oh, shit! Look at him suck those boobs! Mm! Wow! Goddamn tits are as big as my head! Big as my head! Oh Christ, now she's going to suck his cock! Licking it all around the head! Kissing it! And look at that big hairy cunt going up and down! Just like she's getting fucked! And her husband right there beside them! Fantastic! Oh, shit, he's going to eat her! He's going to eat that big juicy hole! God, she's shaggy! Oh, Jesus, look at that! Lapping that thing like-! Get your head out of the way, you son of a bitch! Fuck!-
And so forth. As for the other two-they're naked too-they've been lying there on the blanket beside the other two, just watching, but now they're getting together too. This other girl is a brunette-short black hair, and a lot slimmer than the redhead, but she has a fine pair of tits just the same, and a beautiful ass too, plus a very cute little steep-humped pussy fringed in black silk. Her tits are full and slightly pointed, very firm, with tiny little olive-skinned nipples-which her partner is at this moment in the process of pinching and twisting between his fingers. He's a blond, built pretty good but not tanned like the other guy. He's lying with his head toward the water, and I can't see his cock because the brunette is sitting on him, rubbing her cunt up and down on his chest, getting it all slimy and shiny. Her little body is as brown as a berry from head to toe, and her black-rimmed eyes are clear blue; a very pretty girl. Both of them look to be in their early twenties, the men slightly older maybe. Anyway, the brunette is arching her back and pressing her tits against the blond guy's palms. I guess he's the redhead's husband, huh, Sal?
SAL: Right. The pale-skinned ones are the Joneses, and the tanned ones are the Birdsongs.
UNA: Ah. Well, so the brunette is pushing her chest against the hands of the redhead's husband and saying, "Like my tits, Hank?"
"Love 'em, honey," he replies, "just love 'em!"
"They're not as big as your wife's."
"He likes all sizes, Amy," says the redhead, taking her partner's dick out of her mouth long enough to say it and then putting it back.
"That's right," says Hank, "but these are turning me on more than most. First set o' suntanned titties I ever played with."
"How 'bout my cunt?" says Amy, putting the emphasis on "cunt"-she's breathing very hard now, almost panting. I can see her clit-all red and juicy-sticking out between her-oh, now she's sliding it up to his mouth!
-Oh my God, will you look at that! Rolling that hair thing right up in his face! Oh, Christ, what a cunt! All wet and slobbery! Look at the lips on it! Mm! I can almost see her-! Wait! I can see it! Yes, that must be her clit! Good God! It's as big as my tongue! -
And bigger than your prick. (Giggle!)
-Bright red and shining in the sun! Oh, I don't believe this! I don't! Not right out in the open like that! I mean-!
THOTH: Um, maybe it's none of my business, but this sort of thing is a bit out of the ordinary, isn't it?-I mean, right in the middle of a public park in broad (shudder!) daylight, in front of God and everybody?
UNA: Not at all. Hardly a day goes by without at least one piece of tail being polished off on the banks of this pond. True, they usually do it in their cars or at least get behind a bush or something, but today there aren't many people around-nobody at all down here at the pond, except those swingers-and the good doctor of course. As for that Great Voyeur in the sky, well, if He doesn't like what He sees, He shouldn't watch. Besides, it was all His idea in the first place, was it not?
THOTH: Er-better get on with it.
UNA: All right.
-Oh, Jesus, look at him lick that cunt! Goddamn! He's -Oh my God, he's got it frothing like soap suds! And the other guy! Christ, he's got his whole fucking face in that thing! Oh, God, I can almost taste it! And look at his ass going up and down! Ramming his cock up her throat! And she loves it! Oh, so near and yet so far! And they don't care who sees them! They're in plain sight of the restrooms! They don't care! They don't give a shit! What would they do if I stepped out and-? No, I don't have the guts. They'd laugh at me. They all laugh at me. Except my patients. They don't even laugh. They don't even think of me as a man. To them I'm just a thing, an object with no feelings, no glands, no organs, just something to tell their troubles to. Like a goddamn priest or something. I should never have become a psychologist. I should have been a lighthouse keeper or an ascetic or something. My own wife won't even let me-
Oh shit, look at that! The redhead's reaching over-! Yes, she's going to- Oh, Christ! She's playing with the other girl's tits! While her own husband is-! Mm! Eating her box! Mm! Sucking him off! Met him an hour ago! Playing with his wife's-! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!-
Ha ha! Well, that's it He couldn't hold it back any longer. The cum's shooting out of his little prick and splashing into the water. Squirt, squirt, squirt-splash, splash, splash! There go the minnows. Ha ha! I think I'll have some myself. Meanwhile, why don't you explain what happened before this, Sal?-how Dr. Livveresh happened to be here just at the right time to see all this.
SAL: All right. This morning-Saturday morning-the doctor told his wife Gwendolyn-wow, what a doll! Why a cunt like that ever married a rat-faced little fart like Livveresh is more than I can figure. But anyway, he told her he was going to the office to catch up on some work. Actually it was just an excuse to get out of the house. Knowing he would go to the coffee shop at the bus station as he does every morning except Sundays, when his wife makes him go to church with her, I shot on ahead of him and stationed my ass in the pilot light of the gas range. From there I had a clear view of what went on.
There weren't many people in the shop when the doc arrived: a few of the regulars, a bus driver, and those two couples Una's been telling about-but they weren't together yet. The redhead and her blond husband were sitting at the counter, a couple of suitcases at their feet, and the dark-haired couple-you could tell by their suntan that they were permanent residents-was sitting behind them at a table. Now when Livveresh came through the door, he spotted both the redhead and the brunette at the same time, and right away his beady little eyeballs started to wobble. Thoughts like these darted through his depraved brain:
-Where should I sit to get the best view? Best get where I see up the brunette's skirt, since the redhead's got her knees up against the counter. I'll sit at this table so that... No, wait: the redhead will most likely swing her legs to the right when she gets off the stool. Yes, I'd better sit over here... There, that's good. Oh my God, what legs she's got! If that skirt was any shorter she'd... Oh, Christ! Is that hair or black panties? Goddamn. Wonder if she knows I'm looking. Good thing I wore my dark glasses...
He sat at the table next to the dark-haired couple and positioned himself so that he could see past the man, whose back was to him, giving him an unimpeded view of the almost totally exposed legs of the girl, who faced him. As the doc sat down, she uncrossed her knees and opened her thighs just enough for him to see that mysterious mouth-watering patch of darkness at her crotch. The doc was much too timid to stare straight at it. His nose pointed in a line almost exactly halfway between the brunette and the redhead. In this way, behind the shield of his Polaroid shades, he could roll his bloodshot eyes from the twat of the former to the rump of the latter without moving his head. But whether or not the brunette saw through this trick, which she did, the doctor could not determine, since she too wore dark glasses.
Anyway, the girl at the table was wearing a black and white zebra-striped minidress that was gathered under her tits and had a wide neckline that swooped down below her bustline, showing off the velvety softness of her half-inch separation. This groove was, and still is of course, tanned to a little deeper tone than the upper and inner swells of her breasts, which also showed, and served to add to their prominent appearance. It had no sleeves, this dress-sort of a halter affair at the top-and the skirt was so short it barely covered her ass when she was standing and not at all when she was sitting, as she was at this time. The hemline lay right across her lap, and it wasn't the fault of the skirt, but of the lighting, that Dr. Livveresh couldn't tell whether he was looking at hair or fabric. She wore no hose, only a pair of black thong sandals, and her face looked perfectly clean of make-up, as though she had just stepped out of the sea. Her golden brown complexion was accentuated by the white scarf that was tied around her head. Her full pink lips needed no lipstick; to put lipstick on lips like those would be like putting catsup on filet mignon. All in all she was pretty as a wood sprite.
Now as for the redhead, she was wearing a pale blue suit of lightweight stuff-also with a very short skirt: her crossed legs, sheathed in sheer black nylon, were magnificently visible from well above the mid-thigh point. The coat of this suit only reached to her waist, and the material of the skirt was so thin, and it was stretched so tightly across her big butt, that you could see the elastic of her bikini panties through it, and the good doctor thought:
-Son of a bitch! Those panties are so little they don't even reach above the crack of her ass!-
And they didn't either. Her long red hair was swept up in a bun on top of her head, and she was wearing white high heels, but this was as much as the doc could determine about her so far-except of course that she had big boobs; that was obvious even from a back view. The man beside her wore a conservative gray suit and tie, and what with their suitcases and their white skin and all it was clear that they had just arrived from the north. Tourists, no doubt.
After a few minutes of undiluted leering, Dr. Livveresh began to listen to the conversation of the couple at the table. The brunette-as she leaned forward on her elbows, pinching her titties together and letting her neckline bulge open in such a way as to wipe out any doubt the doc may have had about whether or not she was wearing a bra, which she wasn't-was saying: "Oh, go ahead, Mark. You're not getting bashful all of a sudden are you? "
"No," said Mark, "but what if they're straight?"
"Shit," replied the girl scornfully. "Dressed like that? Didn't you see the front of that jacket she's wearing? "
"I saw it all right," said Mark, glancing toward the redhead. "What there is of it."
This last remark got the doctor so excited he almost spilled his coffee. -Why doesn't the bitch turn around, he thought, as the blood pounded in his ears like trip hammers, so I can see it too?
"Well, go on then. You saw the way he looked at me when they came in."
"Okay, here goes." Mark got up and went over to the counter. 'Two more donuts, please," he said to the waitress; and then to the couple, very casually: "How's everything in the Big City? "
"Gosh," said the redhead with a little chuckle, looking up, "you mean we show it that much? "
"I can usually tell," said Mark, allowing his eyes to dip momentarily to her bosom. "Welcome to Sago Beach, city of sun and fun."
"Do I detect a note of bitterness in that?" asked the redhead pleasantly.
Mark snickered as he picked up the donuts. "Well, I'll tell you: this isn't exactly Acapulco."
"What are you two," said the blond guy, turning halfway around on his stool to grin at the brunette, who grinned back, "the welcoming committee?"
"You might say that," Mark replied in a sort of sly tone-I thought.
"Say, we don't know anything about this town," said the other man. "You wouldn't know a good place to stay for a few weeks, would you?"
Mark didn't say anything for a moment; he just stood there with the donuts in his hands and that sly half-grin on his face, and with the redhead's husband looking right at him he once more lowered his eyes to her tits. As suggestive as this pause was, the only one who seemed embarrassed by it was Dr. Livveresh, who began to cough.
At last Mark said, "Why don't you join us? Well talk about it."
"Swell," said the man.
"Love to," said the chick.
Now when the redhead came off the stool, it was just as the doctor had predicted, she swung her legs to the right, uncrossing them as she did so. And as he had hoped, he got a spectacular if brief look at her crotch-he even imagined he saw the ruddy tangle of her bush through panties and panty hose; but that wasn't what made him choke in his coffee. It was her jugs that caused that.
-Jesus H. Christ on a Honda! he thought. No wonder the bastard couldn't keep his eyes off her tits!
"I'm Mark Birdsong," said Mark, setting the donuts on the table and holding out his hand. "And this is my wife-"
THOTH: I say, aren't you going to tell about her tits? Aren't you going to explain what was so-?
SAL: I'll tell it, pops, you just write it down, Okay?
THOTH: Now look here, you upstart! You slimy little sawed-off-!
SAL: "-And this is my wife Amy."
"Hi, Amy."
"Hi, there." His view down the front of her dress must have been magnificent.
"I'm Hank Jones, and this is my wife Judy."
"Judy," said Mark, winking almost imperceptibly and pulling out a chair for her.
"Thanks."
When Judy had turned around on her stool, Dr. Livveresh had said to himself-or shouted to himself: Good God, no blouse! Now, as she bent forward slightly in the act of sitting down at the table, he added: Good God, no bra! And his eyes went completely out of focus.
Because this thin little blue suit she was wearing-its jacket, I mean-was definitely meant to be worn over a blouse. It had narrow lapels shaped like crescent moons whose inner edges missed the rims of her unbelievably prominent areolae by less than two inches and buttoned below her nipple-line. Now if this girl has a bust at all, which she most definitely does, it's got to be at least a 40D, wouldn't you say, Una?
UNA: At least.
SAL: Right. Well then you can imagine how much bouncy bountiful milk-white slightly freckled deep-creased tit flesh was showing above that neckline. And when she leaned over to sit down, I thought they were going to fall out altogether. But the doctor should have known before that that she didn't have a bra on, because no matter how skimpy it might have been it would have shown-even when she was standing straight up. And then when she bent over, by God, you could see halfway to her bellybutton: nothing but naked creamy skin, with those enormous football-shaped jugs shining out at you like spotlights. You can't blame old Liver-face for getting shook; it was hardly the thing you'd expect to see in a coffee shop at nine o'clock in the morning. The lapels of that jacket were very narrow at the point where they swept past her nipples, so that the contours of her puffed-up areolae-I'd say they were about two inches in diameter-were visible through the thin cloth, and the knobs stuck out like sore thumbs-just about that big too! It was something to see, believe me. Couple that mind-boggling mammary display with the equally revealing view the doctor had of her heavy but perfectly shaped legs, together with that dark patch of maddening mystery between the golden thighs of the brunette, which was still staring him in the face from beneath the table, and you can easily understand why he temporarily lost control of his senses.
Luckily, however, the doc got his ears in joint in time to hear the tail end of the conversation.
"Ha, ha," laughed Amy. "And Mark thought you two were straight."
They all joined in the laughter, and Judy's breasts shook like two huge mounds of milk custard in an earthquake.
Then Amy said, "Hey, why don't we all go out to Prince John Park and get better acquainted? "
"Sounds groovy!" said Judy.
"Yeah," agreed Hank, "well show you the apartment later."
"Let's go."
Prince John Park! thought the doc. Hot damn! He hurriedly paid his bill, dashed out the door, rounded the corner on one foot and, in the words of the poet, by God he was gone.
UNA: He got here before they did, and he hid his car in the trees until they showed up. As soon as he saw where they were going, he zoomed around to the other side of the pond and went crashing through the bushes like a wild boar. He made it to the cattails just in time to see them pile out of their little red sports car.
"Oh, this is beautiful!" cried Judy, jerking the pins out of her thick red hair and shaking it free so that it fell down over her shoulders in luxurious waves.
"I thought you'd like it," said Mark, coming up behind her, looking down the front of her suit, gathering up her hair in his hands and nudging her gently in the crack of her broad soft ass with the bulge at the front of his trousers. Hank saw this and grinned as he removed his coat and threw it over the hood of the car. "The blanket's in the trunk, Amy," Mark added without taking his eyes from Judy's tits.
"I'll get it," said Amy, winking at the redhead's husband, who winked back.
"I want to feel the sand between my toes!" said Judy, kicking off her high heels, hoisting her skirt, jerking down her panty hose, pulling them off, draping them over Mark's shoulder, and running down the narrow beach to the edge of the water. She's light on her feet for being so voluptuous, but, baby, when she runs everything moves-I mean everything. 'Specially her tits and her butt. The doctor just about went head-first into the pond.
-Jesus Christ! Look at those things bounce! Oh, take it off, baby! Take it off!
"Well, hell," said Amy, when she had the blanket spread out on the sand, "let's get comfortable. It's too nice a day to wear clothes."
"Great idea," said Hank, whipping off his tie and unbuttoning his pants.
"I see you don't believe in bras either, Amy," laughed the redhead as she faced the other three and started unbuttoning her jacket.
Amy had already released the drawstring of her zebra-striped minidress, pulled her arms from the sleeve holes and let the top of the dress fall to her waist. "Shit no," she said, and as she pushed the garment over the flare of her snaky hips and let it fall to the blanket, added: "Don't believe in panties either."
"So I see," said Hank, his eyes racing up and down her naked body.
-Then it was hair! thought the doctor.
But Mark only leaned back against the car, his big dark-skinned cock standing straight out from his woolly crotch, casting a long twitching shadow down his bronzed thigh, and muttered: "Great God!"
Because Judy had just released the last button of her jacket and flung it open. She remained in that pose for a moment-chest bared, legs slightly spread-letting Mark's dark eyes drink in the beauty of her magnificent bosom, then she laughed, gave her tits a little shake, and let the jacket slide from her arms. For all their obvious heaviness her boobs jutted out from her chest with amazing resilience; their upper slopes began just a little bit below her collar bones, and even hanging free like that they were deeply creased at the center of her bosom. Their side swells rose right out of her armpits and her nipples... Shit, I don't know if even a D cup would hold those things, Sal. It'd be a tight squeeze, I'll tell you that. Well, anyway, her nipples are bright pink, darkest at the centers, and the stark whiteness of her breasts makes them look even brighter.
Then she stepped out of her skirt and went to join them on the blanket. She was the only one now who had anything on-those tiny little bikini panties whose outlines Sal saw in the coffee shop. But that was hardly anything at all; they were nude-colored and absolutely transparent. Besides that, they were so low in the front that a line of red curls stuck out over the elastic, and in back-like the doc suspected-a good inch of her ass crack showed over the top. The rest of it of course was perfectly visible through the seat, as was her entire bush and the fat-lipped mouth of her cunt through the crotch, and this over-the-top hair-and-crack display gave Dr. Livveresh a shudder of voyeuristic delight.
She stood in front of Mark, who was-oh, wait! Mark's getting his gun! So is Judy! Wow! The cunt foam's bubbling out around his cheeks, and his cum is spurting out of her lips!
-Oh, Christ, look at that! Shooting in her mouth! She can't take it all! Squirting out through her lips! Oh, God, look at her swallowing it! She loves it! Legs straight up in the air! Got his whole face in her gash! Goddamn!
The doc's prick is back up, and he's jacking off again. He's-oh, now Amy's coming too! Wow! I can see the juice running out of her hole-all over Hank's chin!
-My God! Sitting on his face! Coming all over him! Look at him suck that thing! Goddamn! Another man's wife! Lying right there together! Out in the sun! Broad daylight! Oh, shit-!
Boy, the doc never expected to see anything like this when he left the house this morning, that's for sure!...
The orgasms are over now, and the redhead and Mark are lying side by side, head to crotch, exhausted, sex-juice dripping from their lips and glistening in the sunlight. But Amy is ready for more, it looks like. Yes- "Oh, fuck me, honey!" she's panting. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
-Fuck her! Fuck her!
She's sliding down Hank's belly now, leaving a broad swath of cunt honey and saliva down the middle of his chest... raising her gold-cheeked ass... grabbing his thick red-headed cock and lining it up with her slimy little black-fringed hole... there! She's got it in! Wow!
-Look at her go! Oh, Christ! Up and down! Up and down! Cock ramming into her cunt! Oh, if only it were mine!-
But let me get back to where I was so ludely interrupted. Judy came and stood in front of Mark, who was sitting cross-legged on the blanket, smiled down at his throbbing thick-shanked cock, tweaked it with her big toe, and said, "Wow."
He ran his hands up her curvy legs, hooked his fingers into the elastic at her, broad hips, drew the panties down below her cunt and kissed her on the fuzzy peak of her mound, right where the slit starts.
"Oooo!" She threw her head back, took her huge tits in her hands and pressed them tightly together, the nipples jutting out stiffly between her thumbs and forefingers. Amy's and Hank's breathing got heavy as they watched Mark pull Judy's panties the rest of the way down, and this is when Dr. Livveresh pulled out his prick-what there is of it.
Then Judy lowered herself to the blanket and stretched out on her back with her head between Mark's legs, and Mark got up on his knees and-
THOTH: And that's where I came in. Must I write it all a second time? My quill is splintering, my hand is killing me, and my cods are as big as baseballs. Selah.
CHAPTER II
UNA: So Amy fucked Hank, and when Mark recovered from the blowjob he fucked Judy, and when they had recovered from all that they took a dip in the pond, and then they left. And then the doctor left. And if I'm not mistaken, I saw Sylvia flying around up there with the sparrows. Sylvia?
SYLVIA: I'm here-at his office. He drove straight over here from the park, and now he's listening to his tape recorder. Dig:
"... in my nipples."
"In your, ah, in your what?"
"In my nipples, Doctor."
"Hm. Yes. Now, let me make sure I understand you, Mrs. Lafayette. The pain begins at the tip of the middle finger of your right hand-"
"Yes, this one."
The doctor is remembering how his prick had begun to harden, for some reason, when Mrs. Lafayette had "given him the finger," as it were.
"Er-yes. And then it localizes itself in your, ah-"
"My nipples. These."
"Yes, I, ah, I am quite aware of their location, Mrs. Lafayette. Heh, heh."
He's thinking about how his pretty young patient had depressed the peaks of her overdeveloped breasts with the tips of her forefingers, and how he had tried to laugh off his embarrassment. She was lying on the couch with her legs stretched out, spread slightly, and the hump of her pussy jutted up vividly under the thin cloth of her minidress. The doctor's stiff little prick was jumping around in his pants like a hop toad. Mary Lafayette is a platinum blonde like me-but of course hers isn't natural-and her figure's a lot like mine too: slender legs, slim in the hips and waist-all except for those big tits, which are extremely unsylphlike. But to get back to the tape, the doctor has just asked his patient when she first began to experience these peculiar pains.
"Well, I think they started the day after John, my husband, forced me to have sex with his friend Ernie Smithers."
"Aha."
"Is that significant, do you think? It is, isn't it? I thought it would be. Do you think you'll be able to cure the terrible pain in my nipples by laying bare the traumatic causes locked in my subconscious?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I say, do you think-?"
"Ah, yes, yes, but do go on, please. What were the circumstances surrounding this incident with your Mr. Smithers?"
"Well, he isn't my Mr. Smithers, Dr. Livverfish, he's-"
"That's livveresh."
"-he's one of the deacons at my husband's church. John is a preacher, didn't I mention that? The Right Reverend Jonathan J. Lafayette. You may have heard of him. No? Well, anyway, he wanted to fuck-er, sleep with-"
"You may speak plainly, my dear. Heh, heh."
-And that's just when she looked up, the doc's thinking, unzipping his fly, and caught me looking at her tits. Goddamn, what a set that little bitch has got! He's groping for his cock. And that twat sticking up there like the- Ah, he's found it! -Rock of Gibraltar. Wow. Maybe I should have gone into religion instead of-
"Okay, then, he wanted to fuck Ernie Smithers' wife, but Ernie wouldn't let him unless John agreed to let him, Ernie, fuck me. At first John was outraged. 'The very idea,' he said, 'expecting a minister of the Lord to engage in wife-swapping!' At least that's what Ernie told me he said. You see, one night after services Ernie took me down to the basement and... Do you like them, Doctor?"
"Excuse me?"
"My breasts. You've been staring at them."
"I have?"
"Is something showing? Do you think they're too big? I am wearing a bra, you know. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of pervert-like an exhibitionist or something. It's a little bra, I admit, but I am wearing one. Here, I'll show you-" Hee hee! The doc's cock is throbbing in his hand as he remembers how, before he could stop her, she had unbuttoned the top button of her dress. It was a shirt dress, and its collar plunged uncomfortably low even with all the buttons fastened.
"No, no! Ah, that, ah, that's not necessary, Mrs. Lafayette, not necessary at all! You're quite mistaken. I was not staring at your, uh-and if I was, I assure you I was not conscious of it. No doubt it was only due to the fact that, as you have told me, it is in that particular, ah, area of your anatomy that your pain manifests itself."
"Oh. Well, as I was saying... But shouldn't you be writing all this down?"
"I'm taping it."
"Oh. So there we were, down in the basement, and... Hey, you don't have to look off into space like that, Doctor Livverwell, I-"
"That's Livveresh, Mrs. Lafayette."
"Well, whatever. I don't mind you looking at my tits. In fact, I like it, to tell you the truth. I'm not embarrassing you, am I? I mean, one should hold nothing back from one's analyst, should one?"
"One should not, no. Now, you were in the church basement with Mr. Smithers, I believe."
"With Ernie, yes. And he told me that John wanted to lay his wife Rhoda, who is the church organist. She has long brown hair and a body like Racquel Welch, and the other night she told me that sometimes she has orgasms at the organ."
"Orgasms at the organ?"
"Yes, isn't that strange? It's because of her large clitoris, she says; it rubs when she works the pedals, you know. But I just want you to see what kind of a woman she is-very over-sexed, not shy like me. She wears these low-cut dresses to church just to get John excited. I can't really blame him for wanting to screw her-but after all he is a married man, and a preacher besides. Oh, he's such a brute, Doctor! He said he'd beat me if I didn't agree to- Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
"Down there in the basement that time-this was a few months ago-he told me that John wanted to fuck his wife. He said that it was all right with him-Rhoda fucked other men all the time, and he fucked other women too-but he said John would have to let him fuck me in return, otherwise it was no deal. That's when John said, 'The very idea!' and all that. You see, John was thinking of it as sort of a contribution to the church, rather than a fair trade-me for her. Ernie wanted to know what I thought about it, and I told him I didn't believe a word of it, and if I told John what he said-and what he was doing-he would kick them both out of the church, him and his wife."
"Er, just what was he, ah, doing?"
"Hm?-oh! Well, you see, when he started talking so dirty, I turned my back on him, and so he came up behind me and put his hands on my tits, like this-" Oh shit! thinks the doctor, as he remembers how she had slid her hands up the outer surfaces of her breasts until they were cupped over the paraboloid peaks, recalling how the satiny crease of her cleavage had deepened and lengthened when she pushed them together and pressed them downward. His eyes are closed and he's lying back on the couch, masturbating furiously. The little wisp of nylon that connected the half-cups of Mrs. Lafayette's bra had been visible since she undid that first button, and then while she was showing him what Ernie had done to her boobs, somehow the second button had come loose also, so that the center of her torso was bared nearly to her waist. Maybe she'll come back anyway, he's thinking, even after what happened...
"So I said, 'Ernie, what are you doing?' and he said, 'I'm playing with your magnificent tits, Mary.' Do you think they're magnificent, Doctor?"
"Uh, I, ah,"-he cleared his throat-"why, I think they have a-er, that is, you have a certain-a definite, I might say-animal magnetism about you." He coughed nervously.
"Why, how nice of you to say so, Doctor. I think that you too have a certain... a sort of... Well, anyway, after he had felt my tits for a while-and believe me, I did not encourage him-after a while he pulled my skirt up and tried to get his hands in my pants. Imagine!-right there in the church basement. He just jerked it up like this, and-"
"Mrs. Lafayette, please! What if my secretary should come in and-?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Guess I got a little carried away."
-But she didn't pull her skirt back down! Shit no! Just left it all bunched up across her hips, with her cunt right out in plain sight! Jesus Christ! Wish I had a picture of it to go with the tape. Those brown curls sticking out at the legholes of her panties, the rest of them showing through that white lace crotch, the way her hump arched up from her belly, the way the lace was pulled up in her slit, those sheer nylons, that little elastic garterbelt, the front of her dress open, legs spread, those big tits swelling up-oh, Christ!-
He let go of his cock. He's clutching the sides of the couch to keep from shooting off before the tape's over.
"... So I said, 'Ernie Smithers, I won't listen to another word-and get your hands off me too!' And I left him standing there with his big ugly penis-well, I won't say it was ugly, but anyway it was sticking out of his pants-I left him standing there and went home. Now, I can't say I wasn't aroused by all that, because I was. To tell the truth, I was as hot as a firecracker." Livveresh remembers with a groan of lust how she had given her thinly veiled cunt a little squeeze with her right hand as she said that, and how he had had to uncross his legs to prevent an orgasm. "I knew if I let him play with me another minute, I'd be done for. Not even a minute-another thirty seconds of those big hands crawling around under my clothes, and I'd have given it to him right there in church.
"Well, when we got home, I told John what had happened. Well, not all of it, but I mean I told him what Ernie had said about his wanting to fuck Rhoda. He denied it. Then I said that I didn't really blame him, that Rhoda was a very lovely girl, and what man wouldn't want to take her down? And I said I was especially thankful that he had loved and respected me enough not to agree to trade me off to that sinful brute like a piece of livestock or something. And then he turned around and looked at me and said, 'What? He told you that?' I said, 'Yes, but if you say it's not true, I'll believe you.' And all of a sudden he sort of went crazy. He knocked me down on the bed and started yelling like some kind of nut. 'Not true?' he yelled. 'Hell no, it's not true! The deal's all set! Tomorrow night! We're gonna swap! Understand? We're gonna swap wives!' I guess he talked to Ernie after I left him, or maybe he called him on the phone, I don't know. Anyway, he'd changed his mind. He threatened to beat the shit out of me if I didn't cooperate, so what could I do? I mean, who wants to get the shit beat out of them, right?... Doctor?"
"Hm?"
"I say, who wants to-?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Right! Quite right!" Cough! Cough!
"Of course I cried when I learned the truth, but he sat on me and slapped me and shouted in my face. 'Don't you understand?' he shouted. 'It's the only way I can have her! The only way! The only way!'- "
"Er, p-please! Not so loud, Mrs. La-"
"Why don't you call me Mary?"
"Hm? Oh, all right, Mary. Ah, could you try to keep your voice down, Mary? My secretary is rather high-strung and-"
"Sure, Doc, I understand. Sorry. Is it okay if I call you Adrian?"
"Adrian?"
"That's your name isn't it?"
"Why yes, yes, it is but, ah... well, it's a little irregular, but-"
"Irregular? What is this, the fucking army?"
"Er-"
"Oh, sorry. Sometimes my language becomes vulgar like that. I don't know what causes it. Do you think it's related to my psychosis? Do you think it has some inner relationship with the pain in my nipples? Or do you think on the other hand-?"
"Ah, please, Mrs.-er, Mary. Heh heh. All that will come out in the course of your treatment. In the meantime, yes, I think it will be all right if you call me Adrian-but only when we are alone! If my secretary should-"
"Say, how come you're so scared of your secretary?"
"She's my wife."
"Oh. What?"
"Sh!"
"Sorry. You mean to say that big-titted blonde out there is your wife?"
"Er, yes. Why?"
"Well, I just can't imagine why a beauty like that would... uh... Oh, never mind. Where was I? Oh, yes, John was shouting at me that the only way he could get into Rhoda's pants was to let Ernie get into mine, and all that. So the next night we went over to Ernie's house. John was so excited he could hardly keep the car on the road-and I was pretty excited myself. I kept thinking about Ernie's penis, how big and stiff it was last night in the basement, and how it had felt when he poked me in the ass with it, and-"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, no, Adrian! Ha ha! I didn't mean in my ass-my actual anus; I mean, when he was behind me, playing with my breasts and all, he kept jabbing me in the crack-the crack of my ass-with it... Mm... " And again she had squeezed her bulging lace-covered crotch, this time with both hands. The doctor is stiff all over, just thinking about it. As a matter of fact-just for the record, Thoth honey-all this has got my little clit all aquiver too. Hee hee!
THOTH: Never mind the personal asides, sylph. Objective observation is all Memphis requires. It's bad enough to have to record this human trash, without you goddamn elementals stuffing the text with a lot of irrelevant horseshit.
SYLVIA: Fuck you then, you grouchy old fart. See if I give you any pussy next Walpurgis Night.
"... so I didn't think anything would happen for an hour or so at least-I mean, I thought we'd have a few drinks or something and sort of creep up on it, you know? But, my God, we hadn't been there five minutes when-"
THOTH: Uh, about that crack I made, Sylvia. Heh heh-
SYLVIA: Forget it, storkface.
"-and she stood right there in front of my husband, just like this... And started unbuttoning her dress. Just like this!"
The doctor is about to swoon remembering how Mary had stood there before him and finished unbuttoning the front of her dress, from top to bottom. He was so startled he couldn't say a word. He just sat there and gawked. Even the fear that his wife might at any moment burst in from the outer office seemed to vanish from his mind.
Standing right there in front of me! So close I could have leaned forward and bit her on the twat! God, the way it stuck out! All that hair showing through the lace! Crack and all! Everything showing! And that little bra! Oh, sweet Jesus! Those big pink nipples sticking out over the top! And the rest of them showing through the nylon! Oh, Christ! And then when she laughed!-
"Ha ha! There I go, demonstrating again."
-the way her tits bounced up and down!-
And then she had stretched out on the couch again. All that luscious girl flesh spread out before the poor doctor's bloodshot eyes.
-And she left it open! Just left her dress hanging open, tits, belly, cunt, everything showing! And good God, when she raised her arms and folded her hands behind her head, I thought I'd shit! The way those tits drew up high and solid! Goddamn! Nipples all stiff from telling me all that! I'll bet her cunt was wet too. I know it was later when-!
Again he jerks his hand off his prick to keep from getting his rocks off.
"Anyway, she unbuttoned her dress and took it off and ran her hands over her body, like this... " Oh, shit! "... and half a minute of that was all John could take. He tackled her around the ass and down they went. Ha ha! He pulled out his cock and fucked her right there on the floor in front of Ernie and me. Of course I was shocked and all that, but I was aroused too. Gosh, how could I help but be? I mean, with them fucking and all, and Ernie putting his hand down the front of my dress and everything. I struggled of course, but gradually he got me undressed, but then he put his hand in me-right here-" Oh, Jesus! "-not just his finger, or two fingers, but his whole goddamn hand! And he hurt me, and it made me mad, and I got up off the sofa and stomped out on the porch. I know I was acting like a silly little bitch and all, and maybe all this isn't very important as far as my neurosis goes, but I wanted to tell you about it because what Ernie did next made me remember something that happened a long time ago when I was just thirteen. I think I almost remembered it the night before in the basement, but it wouldn't quite come to the surface. But now, when Ernie came up behind me and started playing with my tits again, and making his cock slide up and down-excuse me, his penis-making it slide up and down in the crack of my ass-what's the medical term for the crack of one's ass?"
"I, uh, er-"
"Oh, don't bother to look it up. Anyway, when he did that, it reminded me of this time when I was thirteen. My daddy took me to this photographer who wanted to take pictures of me in the nude. You see, even though I was only thirteen, I already had tits, and I guess this photographer had the hots for me. He was a friend of my daddy's, and every time he came to our house he used to give me the eye and try to see down my blouse and up my dress and all that. Daddy said not to be afraid, all he wanted to do was take a few pictures of me. I was to do just as he said and not give him any trouble. So Daddy left me alone with this man and went upstairs with his wife-the photographer's wife. I didn't catch on till later when I overheard a conversation between them. Daddy had agreed to let the guy take his dirty pictures if he would let my daddy screw his wife. She was a sexy redhead, very pretty as I recall.
"So there I was, dumb, young, innocent and cherry, alone with that lecher of a shutterbug. I didn't know he wanted to shoot me naked, so I didn't know what the hell to think when he told me to take off my clothes. 'Aw, come on, Mary,' he said, 'Would you like me to undress first so you can see how easy it is?' I said, oh, no, that was all right, if he wanted me to strip, I guessed I'd just have to strip. So I did-because Daddy said not to give him any trouble. Now, here comes the traumatic experience. Are you ready? "
-Oh, man, was I ready! "Uh-ready? Why, yes, I, uh, I suppose I am." The doc's remembering how she had stood up again, this time slipping out of her dress in the process, and faced him, her thighs pressed tightly together, one open hand pressed to her bosom and the other to her pussy, looking very much as she must have looked that day in the photographer's studio-except for her bleached hair, her big tits, her nylons, and her high heels. Again, the good doctor had been stricken dumb.
"I stood there like this, very nervous, wishing he would hurry up and get it over with. But he just put his hands behind his back and grinned this very dirty grin, walking around and around me in a circle and looking me up and down-go ahead, walk around me like he did... That's it. Now, look up and down at my body like a famished animal... Good! That's it, Adrian! You should have been an actor instead of a... Gosh, that's an even dirtier grin than he gave me. I mean, I don't remember him licking his lips like that, but then I may have forgotten it-it's been a long time-twelve years ago."
His eyes are closed and he's jerking off again, remembering how he had scrutinized the crease of her delicious buttocks through that diaphanous veil of lacy nylon, thinking what a delight it must have been for Ernie Smithers to poke at it with his cock, wishing he had the nerve to do the same...
"After a minute or so he said, 'okay, you can take off your bra now, Mary.' Well, that sort of shook me up for a minute. I mean, I didn't know it was going to be in the raw-I mean, all the way. But there were pictures of naked girls all over the walls, and I'd seen them in magazines too, and I figured if they could do it so could I, so I turned my back on him, like this, and removed my bra, like this... "
-Oh, Christ! Mm! Mm! Mm! Oh, those sweet smooth lines of her bare back! A dimple over each ass cheek! Naked from the hips up-!
"Well, I had no sooner got it off, when he comes up behind me, bold as you please-come on, Adrian, come closer, I want to show you what he did; I'm sure it's significant. A little closer... There, that's it. Now slip your hands under my arms and grab my breasts... Yes, that's right. And I said... Gosh, Adrian, you should do something about that wheeze. What is it, asthma?"
"Hweez-!"
"Well, anyway, I said, 'Mr. Morganwald!'-that was his name-'Mr. Morganwald, what are you doing?' And he said he was stimulating my breasts so they'd be big for the picture. He said it was a necessary thing, and that all photographers did that before shooting a model. No one wanted to see wrinkly nipples, he said. Well, that was a lot of shit, because... Yes, that's, mm, that's just exactly the way he did it, Adrian... "
Oh, sweet Jesus!-thinking of how those big firm tits felt in his red-hot hands, the way they yielded heavily to his kneading fingers, the way her thick stiff nipples bored into his palms-!
"But, like I say, it was a lot of shit, because my nipples weren't wrinkly at all. They were smooth and pink like all young girls' nipples, but what could I do? 'Don't give him any trouble,' Daddy had said, so I didn't. That is, at first I didn't. But he kept it up, see?-Yeah, like that-and then he started to get rough. He started to pinch my nipples-go ahead-not too hard, though. I mean, he did it hard, but there's no need for you to because after all... Adrian, I said there's no need for-OUCH! Doctor, please!"
"Er-s-s-sorry, I-"
"That's better. But Mr. Morganwald did it so hard that the tears actually came to my eyes, and I said, 'Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting me!' But he just laughed and pinched them and twisted them all the harder, and I screamed and struggled and tried to get away, like this!-but he held on-yes, like that!-and then he held my tits with one hand and pushed his cock between the cheeks of my ass-yeah, that's it!-and then he stuck his other hand in front of my panties and-!
Grunts and guttural growls are coming out of the speaker of the tape recorder, and the doctor can almost feel those crisp curls fluttering between his grasping fingers, the bulge of her hump pressing against his palm, the elastic bellyband of her panties stretched across his wrist, the thrust of her clitoris against his Mount of Saturn, the warm slippery wetness pressing in upon his probing fuck-finger-!
"HEY! WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN', YOU RAT-FACED CREEP? GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU DIRTY OLD MAN! SO THAT'S THE KIND OF DOCTOR YOU-!"
"Sh!"
"I'LL 'SH' YOU, YOU SLIMY LITTLE QUACK! TRY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A DEFENSELESS PATIENT, WILL YOU? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, LIVERWURST-!"
"That's Livver-"
"Adrian Livveresh! Get away from that poor girl this inst-!"
SAL: What happened?
SYLVIA: He turned off the tape recorder. He doesn't want to remember that part of it-how Mary slapped him and kicked him, and how his wife Gwendolyn burst through the door and all that. That's the painful part. -It always ends up like that for me, he's thinking as he pressed the rewind button. Click. There, that ought to be about right...
"-no sooner got it off, when he comes up behind me, bold as you please-come on, Adrian, come closer, I want to show you what he did; I'm sure it's significant. A little closer... "
He's all hunched over now, whacking off like crazy! Slobber running out of his mouth-!
"-There, that's it. Now slip your hands under my arms and grab my breasts... Yes, that's right. And I said... Gosh, Adrian, you should-"
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" Pow! Pow! Pow! Wow, look at the cum fly! Spew! Spew! Spew! Hee hee! It's squirting up in the air like a fountain! Falling all over him like rain! Hee hee hee-!
THOTH: Selah.
CHAPTER III
SYLVIA: All right, now it's two days later-Monday morning. Dr. Livverash is-
THOTH: That's Livveresh.
SYLVIA: I know it, dum dum. Don't you know humor when you hear it?
THOTH: What?
SYLVIA: Forget it. He's standing at the window of his office, sulking. Just staring out over the gray city, with its gray buildings and its gray people. Far out, between the buildings, he can see the ocean; it too is gray, like the sky over it. It's beginning to rain.
UNA: Ah.
SYLVIA: He sees a lightning flash on the dismal horizon. Little does he know what it means.
SAL & NAT: She's coming?!
SYLVIA: Can't you feel the vibrations?
NAT: You're right!
SAL: Hot damn! This ought to be good.
SYLVIA: Yes. Little does the doctor suspect what dark form is at this very moment moving upward through the infernal corridors toward his snug little office. If anyone told him, he would laugh in their face and give them a psychological explanation of their psychotic delusion. Well, at least he would give the explanation; I doubt if he could manage the laugh in his present state of mind. He's depressed, defeated; he cannot for the life of him, so to speak, understand why he doesn't simply jump out the window and have done with it.
-I've seen enough, he's thinking. Why hang around for the rest of it?-As though life were a crummy movie which, having seen the first half, one knows will get no better toward the end. This, of course, is just the way she wants it; the old boy is ripe for the picking.
He's looking down at the people on the street, wondering how many of them are wife-swappers. He's been bombarded with this wife-swapping stuff from all sides lately. Ever since Mary Lafayette came to his office a month ago. (His wife, by the way, thinks that he burned that tape, but he burnt a blank one instead.) Even at home he can't get away from this swapping business. It's driving him to distraction. Tell about how his wife brought it up last night, Sal.
SAL: Well, he was lying in bed reading the Journal of Psychoanalysis-that is, he was looking at it: to say that he was reading it would be to make a mistake, because his eyes weren't even in focus. He was thinking about-
SYLVIA: Where were you? There's no fire in his bedroom, is there?
SAL: I was in the light bulb of his reading lamp.
SYLVIA: Ah.
SAL: He was thinking about how he had gotten a hard-on in church that morning from watching the organist, wondering if the pedal work was stimulating her clitoris and remembering what Mary Lafayette had said about Rhoda Smithers, who had a body like Racquel Welch and who had orgasms at the organ and how she had taken off her clothes and how the preacher, Mary's husband, had fucked her on the living-room floor and all that-when Gwendolyn came in from her bath with a towel wrapped around her voluptuous body and said: "Isn't it disgusting, Adrian, the way this wife-swapping craze is sweeping the country? I mean, my goodness, it was bad enough when that Mrs.-what's her name?-Lafayette, wasn't it?"
"Who?" said the doctor, looking up from his journal and trying not to stare at his wife's big breasts which were shaking so from the movement of her arms as she brushed the tangles from her long blonde hair that it seemed they would shake off their terry-cloth covering at any moment-tried not to look at them because it annoyed her for him to do so-nay, disgusted her that he should be so vulgar.
"Mrs. Lafayette. The one who tried to seduce you."
"Oh, that Mrs. Lafayette," said the doctor, his gaze dipping briefly-uncontrollably-to her moving mammaries and then retreating swiftly back into his magazine.
"Yes. It was bad enough for her to tell you all that in the privacy of the office, but when they start talking about it openly, right out in public, without even lowering their voices-out of respect for other people's morality if for nothing else-well, I just don't know what the world's coming to. Utterly shameless, utterly shameless. It's enough to turn a decent person's stomach. I just don't understand why-"
"Gwendolyn," the doctor interrupted, this time keeping his gaze glued to the page and seeing her remove the towel only out of the corner of his eye, "what the hell are you talking about?"
"Adrian! Would you kindly refrain from using profanity on the Lord's day? Soon the baby's going to be big enough to pick up such words, and you're going to have to-"
"Gwendolyn, she's only three months old, for Christ's-"
"Adrian!"
"Sorry, dear."
At that point the conversation broke off for a while. When Gwendolyn turned her back on the doctor, confident that he would not look at her nakedness out of respect for her modesty, and bent over her dresser drawer to get her nightgown, the doctor's beady leer fastened ravenously on the delectable contours of her behind, and he thought: What if that wasn't Gwendolyn at all but Rhoda Smithers instead? What if she was standing there naked in the same room with me? Bending over. Showing me her ass. Big naked ass. Mm! And those big round tits swinging back and forth. Jesus Christ... Long blonde hair... Did Mary say Rhoda had blonde hair, or was it brown? Shit, if only Gwendolyn would... Ha! Fat chance of that. Won't even let me fuck her, much less another man. How in the hell can a cunt have a body like that and not want to use it? And I thought it was going to be so nice, married to her. All that stuff in the same bed with me. Mm. Make up for all the pussy I didn't get when I was a kid. Shit. Should have known she'd be a goddamn prude, frigid as a goddamn iceberg. Just my luck. Can't even look at her without pissing her off...
But I can look at her, and believe me I did too! She's got a body just like a milkmaid I used to fuck around with back in the fifteenth century-big globe-shaped dugs with nipples as red as roses, broad hips, a bellybutton as deep as a well, perfect legs-heavy, but perfect anyway-and more hair on her cunt than our little shrink has got on his head. Yeah, Gwendolyn's cunt reminds me a lot of that milkmaid's-fat cheeks, tight lips, big hump, fuzz growing down her thighs and reaching from her asshole damn near to her bellybutton-hot damn! Those were the days, baby. An elemental could really have some fun back then when they believed in us. That milkmaid, you know what she used to do when there was a full moon? She used to summon me out behind the barn-this was in jolly old England-and I'd come running from wherever I was, and she'd frig herself with me. Yeah! No shit. I'd stiffen up like a board, see, and she'd grab me and shove me right up her twat! Wow! I can still feel those fat juicy lips squeezing and twitching on my body as I slid in and out, steam hissing out of her hole, and that shaggy bush tickling my... Ah, but (don't say it, Thoth!) I digress.
After five or ten minutes of silence, during which Gwendolyn had slipped into her long-skirted old-fashioned nightgown and crawled into her bed-
UNA: Her bed?
SAL: Yeah: they have twins. You don't think she'd give old ratface the pleasure of sleeping in the same bed with her, do you. Double beds disgust her, as she often tells her long-suffering husband. Anyway, when she was safely under the covers and propped up on her pillows with her Bible opened and cradled on her cunt, she said: "What I was trying to tell you was that last Friday, while I was eating lunch in the diner, I was forced to listen to the most disgusting conversation I've ever heard."
"Forced, eh?" muttered Dr. Livveresh, thinking, Nosy bitch.
"Well, they were sitting at the table next to mine-I could hardly help but overhear them. Lord knows, they made no effort to keep their voices down. It was as if they were discussing a bridge party or something, rather than... 'extramarital sex,' as they called it. These women nowadays, they think if they give it an impressive name, it's all right."
"Women?"
"Yes, two young women about my age, sitting there in the middle of the noon rush-married women, mind you!-talking about how many men they had slept with that week. It was so sickening, I could hardly get my food down. They were actually comparing the-well, I can't use the words they used!-comparing the sex organs of the men in their 'group,' as they called it. Coven, they should have said, because they're playing right into the Devil's hands. This is a terrible age to have to raise a daughter. I almost wish Ruth Ann hadn't been born."
"Gwendolyn, that's a hell of a thing to-"
"Adrian! I have the Good Book in my hands; would you please not use profanity? "
"Sorry, dear," mumbled the doctor.
"And you should have seen the clothes they were wearing," Gwendolyn went on after a few moment's pause. Their skirts were nothing more than wide belts, and when they sat down, you could see everything they had. It was disgusting. And they actually bragged about the fact that they weren't wearing bras. One of them was wearing a blouse cut so low her bosoms were about to fall out, and the other one-well, you wouldn't believe the other one."
Try me, thought the doctor.
"Her blouse was so thin, Adrian, that you could actually-God forgive me for saying so-but you could actually see her nipples through it! Can you imagine? Going out in public like that?"
The doctor raised his knees so that his hard-on wouldn't show through the covers.
"And when the waitress came with their order, do you think they stopped their foul-mouthed talk? Certainly not. The hussy with her bosoms hanging out was telling about how the other one's husband-just imagine!-"
-Oh, I am, I am!
"-how he had taken her out in some parking lot and made love to her-in broad daylight, mind you! And the waitress just smiled, as if it was perfectly all right to talk like that. I tell you, I almost threw up."
"Er-what did she say, exactly?" inquired the doctor timidly.
"She said, 'He came right up and grabbed my dirty words, and then he made me drape my dirty word across the hood of the car, and before I could say dirty word he rammed his dirty word right up my dirty word!' And then they both laughed-'Ha ha ha ha!'-as if-"
"What's all this 'dirty word' business?" Dr. Livveresh was annoyed at the way she had gotten around it.
"Well, for goodness sake, you don't expect me to use the words she used, do you? "
"Aw, shit, Gwendolyn-"
"That will be quite enough, Adrian! Good night!"
And with that she snapped her Bible shut, switched off the light, turned her ass on the doctor, and said not another word.-Oh, wait: she did say something else, too.
Dr. Livveresh lay there for a while, playing with his prick and gazing at the luscious bulge of his wife's ass under her covers...
I could jerk up her nightie and slip it right in. Before she could say dirty word. Maybe she'd let me this time. Maybe that swap talk got her hot instead of making her sick like she says. I'll bet a good fuck would make a new person out of her. Maybe if I go at it slow and easy...
Quiet as a mouse, slow as molasses, the skinny little shrink slithered out of bed. In a crouch, on tiptoe, his bony knees bent deep, he crept toward that tantalizing rump... He wasn't even breathing. His feet hardly touched the floor. He hadn't even crossed the halfway point between the two beds, when Gwendolyn, without moving a muscle, or even opening her eyes, said: "Get back in bed, Adrian. There'll be none of that."
SYLVIA: Ha ha ha! Oh, that's terrible. Poor old bastard. But of course he's not really old: he's only thirty-five. But he looks forty-five-at least. Well, anyway, as I was saying, he just can't get away from swapping. Can't get away from it, and can't get into it. Everywhere he goes he's reminded of what's going on all around him, and that he's doomed forever to be on the outside of it. He sees the woman in the black cape crossing the street below, but he thinks nothing of it. It's not Gwendolyn's fault, he's saying to himself. After all, whose wife would want to swap her husband for a creep like me? Hardly what you'd call a fair trade. I have a face like a rat, the body of a scarecrow, and-worst of all-the prick of a four-year-old. If I was hung, the rest of it wouldn't matter. But I'm not, and nothing in the world can change- Aha! The door has opened, and there stands the woman in the black cape. Wow! That's a groovy body she's got!-better than the last one-I mean, if you like 'em meaty, like the doc does. Talk about voluptuous-! Hey, you remember Zama, that android that came in on the time warp a while back?-with those big boobies that glowed in the dark and were shaped like bombshells?
SAL: Do I!
SYLVIA: Well, she's a lot like that this time-except she doesn't have silver hair like Zama: it's jet-black-long and straight. And her eyes are black too, with irises that reflect red when the light hits them right. The doc is dumfounded...
"Dr. Livveresh?" says she with a sexy smile.
"Er-yes, but-" He's wondering how a hot fox like that managed to get past his wife without even being announced. Ever since the incident with Mary Lafayette, Gwendolyn had weeded out the pretty ones in the outer office and accepted only old men and scags as patients. It's with one of those old men, in fact, that he has an appointment at this very moment. -If that's Mr. Ragbutton, he's thinking, I'm a monkey's uncle. "Er-I don't believe I've had the pleasure-"
"Ha ha! I know, honey, that's why I'm here-'cause you ain't had the pleasure. Ha ha! My name's Memphis, honey, Memphis Topless!"
And without even closing the door behind her, she unfurls her black cape and-wowee! You should see this, Sal!
There before the flabbergasted doctor stands the most beautiful, the most voluptuous, the most vivacious-looking, full-busted creature he has ever seen in his entire life, wearing nothing but spike heels, black mesh tights, and a red-sequined G-string.
-Oh, my God...
THOTH: Selah.
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CHAPTER IV
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SYLVIA: "Ha ha! Sorry about the way I'm dressed, honey, but I had to dash right over from the club-didn't have time to get outa these workin' clothes. See, I'm a dancer at the new joint down the street-the Red Egg. Ever been there? "
"Un, n-no, no. Er, w-would you mind shutting the door, please? " He's practically whispering.
"Oh, sure, sugar, but you don't need to worry 'bout your old lady." Memphis casually kicks the door shut. "I explained everything to her and she said she wouldn't disturb us."
"She did?"
"Uh-huh. Hey, relax, honey! It ain't gonna be like last time when she come bustin' in on you and Mary."
"It ain't-I mean, it's not?"
"Huh-uh. So why don't you just-"
"Er, just a moment. Did you say... Mary?"
"Sure. Mary Lafayette. You ain't forgot her, have you? Ha ha! I know damn well you ain't. See, that's why I'm here. Mary asked me to drop over and try to make it up to yuh for what happened before. She feels awful bad about it and wants you t' know that after she left, right away she realized what a little bitch she'd been, but like she didn't feel right about comin' back her own self-I mean, you know, after the way she carried on and after all those things your wife called her and everything-and besides, well, to tell y' the truth, sugar, she can't stand the sight of yuh. Heh heh!"
Livveresh hangs his head, thinking, Can't blame her for that. I can't stand the sight of me either.
"Aw, now don't take it so hard, hon. Here, lemme help y' with that tie 'fore y' choke t' death."
-Oh, Christ!
Memphis is loosening his tie, dragging it from his neck, unbuttoning his collar... His eyes are riveted to her tits! Hee hee! He can't look up! He's stiff as a board! She's so close-!
-She's so close I could just reach out and... Oh, shit, look at those tits! The size of them! And that G-string! It barely covers her cunt! And those nipples-! Her nipples really are something else: they're big and dark and sticking out like warheads; dark mahogany except for the knobs, which are rosy red-they look like bull's-eyes. Hee hee! The doc's mouth is as dry as a salamander's ass-
SAL: Hey, watch that.
SYLVIA: -and his temples are pounding like sledge hammers.
"So she says to me, 'Memphis,' she says, I sure would appreciate it if you'd go up there and apologize to the doc for me, and sorta let him take up where he left off when I got shitty with him.' "
-Wha-?
"So I says, Why sure, honey, I'll be glad t' fix him up for yuh!' So, here I am. Course, I ain't got her shape, I know that. I mean, my tits ain't all that much bigger than hers-" She's holding them in her hands, jogging them up and down, "-but my ass is a damn sight heavier." With that she turns her back on the doc and thrusts her butt toward him; he notices with a shudder of delight that the crack of her ass is showing over the tiny seat of the G-string, and except for a little triangle of red sequins both cheeks are plainly visible through her net tights. "What do y' think? Too big for yuh?"
"Oh, no! It's-it's j-j-just right!"
"Good! Glad y' like it. Well, let's get on with it. Where was she standin'?-over here?"
"Uh... standing?"
"Yeah. You know, when you was playin' with her boobs and all."
"Oh. Er, yes, uh, that's about where she... Are you sure my wife-? "
"Fuck her! Come on, start feelin' my tits, lover."
-Start feeling her tits! Oh, Christ, I don't believe this! It can't be happening! I'm dreaming! Of course! That's it! This is a dream! Oh, God, please don't let me wake up until-!
Here he comes up behind her... He's trembling like a leaf! Memphis is standing there beside the couch where Mrs. Lafayette stood, her arms folded over the top of her head to give the doctor free access to her tits. He's reaching out... Ah, he's touching her-running his bony little hands up her smooth pale sides- "Oh, grab 'em, honey! Grab 'em!"
"-Oh, Miss Topless-!"
"Call me Memphis, sweety."
"-Oh, Memphis, your-your tits are-mm.'" He's got 'em! He's squeezing them! Rubbing them! Pulling at those big nipples! "Your tits are wonderful!"
"Come closer, honey, come closer! My ass won't burn yuh. I ain't that hot yet." Here he comes. He's unzipping his fly with shaky fingers. Now his hands are back on her tits. He's up against her now, his skinny little pelvis snuggling into that big soft half-naked ass. Mm, she's rolling it, grinding it against his- "Go ahead and pull it out, sugar," she pants, turning halfway around and looking down at his crotch.
"Er... it is out."
"Oh, sorry." She turns her back on him again and shoves her butt against his hips, covering his hands with hers and pressing them to her huge tits. "Oh, rub 'em, baby! Rub 'em!" She's moving his hands around in circles; her eyes are closed, her head lolling back on his sloping shoulder, breathing in his red-hot ear, whispering-"Ooo, that's gettin' me hot! Squeeze 'em hard! Yeah! That's good! Mm! Ahhhh-!" Hee hee! She's swabbing out his ear with her tongue! It's driving him crazy! His hips are jerking against her ass, and her ass is jerking against his hips! "-hhhh! Ain't this about where you stuck your hand in her pants?"
"Yes!"
"Well... go ahead!"
-Oh, Jesus-!
There go his hands, down over her bare belly and into her G-string! Mm! Cupping that big hairy cunt with both hands!
-Oh, it's all wet! And hot; Good God! It's boiling! Oh, Lord! So hairy and-! Oh, God, how does she do that? Mm! Squeezing my fingers with her cunt lips! Thick, hot, juicy lips-! Oh!
Ha! The G-string popped off!
"There, that's better, huh?"
"Yeah!"
"Ha ha! Come on, gimme a suck!" She's turned around now, got his face between her hands, guiding his lips to one of her nipples! There, he's sucking it! Look at him go! Hee hee! "Oh, suck it, honey! Suck, suck, suck-!"
"Um, um, um-!"
"Oh, let's do it, honey! Let's do it before I cream myself!"
"D-d-d-d-d-!"
"DO IT!"
"Yeah!"
She's on her knees and elbows on the couch!-with that big luscious ass stuck up in the air like-
"Pull 'em down and ram it in, baby!"
"Ung!" grunts the doctor, dropping to his knees on the couch behind her and peeling the hip band of her thighs from those moon-white globes. -Oh, Jesus! What a lovely cunt! Now he's in a tight crouch between her legs, spreading the dark shaggy jaws of her cunt with his trembling fingers and peering up into her foam-filled fuck-hole! -O sweet hot smoky hole! Smell that sulfur! Fire and brimstone! Oh, sweet Jesus, don't let me wake up-! Ah!
He's kissing her puckering asshole! She's glowing all over! Her nipples are lighting up! Her cunt's smacking! Smack, smack, smack! -Oh, God, look at it opening and closing! Wow! And that clitoris! Great God, it's as long as my thumb! Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, you luscious dream-cunt! Oh, God, am I gonna fuck you-!
"Uhn! Oh!"
He's-!
-Ahhh! Oh, that's good! So good! Been so! Long! Mm! Oh! So tight! Deep! Hot! Smoke coming out! Of her! Cunt! Ass! Hole! Oh! Pungent steam! Rising! From her! Crotch! Hairy! Hot! Gooey! Tight! Crotch! Oh! Christ! Big! tits! In! My! Hands! Nipples! Drilling! Into my! Palms! Uhn-I "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn-!"
He's-!
"Oh, hurry, sugar! Stick it in! Stick it in!"
"Er... it is in."
"It is?... Oh. Sorry. Well, go ahead! Fuck me!"
"Er... I, uh, I did."
"Did what?"
"Fuck you."
"Well, fuck you too, Charlie!"
"No, I mean, I, uh, I already-"
"You mean, you done popped your nuts?"
"Er-" He's blushing, poor little guy. Hee hee! "-Yes, I, ah-"
"Well, kiss my ass! If that ain't a hell of a-! Well, it ain't your fault you ain't got no peter on y', I guess. But, hell, now you got me all juiced up and... Hey, y' wanta eat me?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay. Pull them tights off, will yuh?"
She's flipped over now, lying on her back, and the doc is dragging her tights off her legs... There, now she's bareass naked. Legs spread wide, that hairy mouth staring the doc right in the eye! Hee hee! Boy, I could go for some of that myself-
UNA: Hey, why don't you fly over and see me again sometime, Sylvia? And be sure to bring your tongue with you.
SYLVIA: Oh, I will! I will! Hee hee!-Ah, there he goes! Lapping her crack! - "Oh, suck it! Suck it! Suck it!-" Lappitty lappitty lap! Look at him go! Those big thighs wrapped around his head, those big bombshell tits bounding up and down-and he's thinking:-Good God! Right here in my office! Eating this wonderful pussy! Gwendolyn just outside the door, and me in here eating pussy! Oh, Christ, what a great dream!- "Go, go, go! Faster! Faster! Lap it up! Lap it like a dog! Oh! Ah! Ah! I'm gettin' it! I'm gettin' it! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!-!
She's coming! Wow, look at the juice squirting out of her hole! Her whole ass is bouncing up and down, carrying the doc's head with it! - "Uhg! Uhg! Uhg!-"
"Um! Yum! Slurp! Yum!-" It's bubbling up around his ears! Splashing in his eyes! He's burrowing into that hairy geyser like a mole with gills! Slurping up her erupting syrup! Swallowing it! Gulping it down!- Oh, delicious! Delicious! - "Ah!... Ah!... Ah!... Ahhhhh... "
Whew! What an orgasm!
"Well, sugar (hoo-we!), Ill tell yuh: you ain't got much of a cock on yuh, but (gasp!) that little pointed tongue o' yours damn near makes up for it Here, wipe your snoot, sugar." She offers him the tail of her cape. He dries his eyes, mops his chin, swabs his ears and blows his nose. "Now then, let's get down to business."
"Ah-I beg your pardon?"
Ignoring this, Memphis draws an envelope out of a hidden pocket in the cape, looks at it- "Let's see now. Dr. Adrian Livveresh and wife Gwendolyn-yeah, this is it" -rips it open, takes out a sheet of paper covered with small print, unfolds it and spreads it out on the doctor's desk. Now she jerks Livveresh's handkerchief out of his back pocket, dries her bushy crotch with it, tosses it aside, and plops her ass down on the desk, thighs wide open.
"I took the liberty of havin' a contract made out for yuh, sugar, so as t' save time. But like if y' don't wanta join, why I'll just tear it up and no harm done."
"Join?" says the doc. "Join what?"
"Huh? Didn't Mary tell y' about the Club? I mean, that's why I went ahead with the contract She said she was sure you'd wanta join up."
"No, I, uh, I don't know what you're talking about. She didn't say anything about a club."
"No shit? Well, I know you've heard of us. Ha ha! Everybody's heard of us! We're a very, um, well-known organization you might say. Mary joined up about a year after that photographer clapped the old nipple-lock on her. One of our best members, Mary is. Got a good many years left too before her term's up. Now, I've talked to Old Horny about you, and-"
"Old Horny?"
"The Boss-Old Nick, Black Ned, Uncle Scratch-you've heard of him."
"Oh," says the doc with a grin, thinking, So, it is a dream; "you mean the Devil."
"Yeah, that's right. I told him how you've taken so much shit all your life, and what a bitch your old lady is and all that-and Mary put in a word for y' too- and we got a special deal for yuh, doc."
"A special deal, eh?" says the doc smugly, very much at ease now, having determined positively that he is in the midst of a wet dream-which of course he is not-unless we all are. Hee hee!
"Yep. Y' got fourteen long years before collection date, and-"
"Collection date. That's when you get my soul, right? For fourteen years I get all the pussy I want, and then I have to pay up, right?"
"Wrong. I mean, you're part right, honey, but-ha ha!-why the fuck would Papa Jack want to make a deal to get your soul? Ha ha! Now don't take that as an insult, honey, but I mean, shit, he's done got your ass, deal or no deal. Ha ha! You follow me?"
"Well, then why-"
"See, hon, the ones he digs is them Bible-slappers, you know what I mean? 'Specially them female kind with the big boobies"-she hefts her tits-"and the big butts"-she slaps her bare cheeks-whap! whap!-"and them sweet heavy thighs they won't open for love or money, and them tight juicy love-holes"-she strokes her cunt-"and that long blonde hair-"
"Oh, you mean-!" Lovely visions of his wife Gwendolyn roasting over hellfire flash through the doctor's vengeful mind. "-You mean, all I have to do is deliver her soul! My-"
"Now, you've got it," says Memphis, cutting him off rather abruptly. "Better glance over it first. Might be some questions y' wanta ask or-"
"Shit!" said the doctor, whipping out his pen. "Where do I sign?"
"Right here on the dotted line, Doc. Right here on the 'ol dotted line... "
Ha ha ha! thinks Dr. Livveresh as he scribbles his signature. -This dream is wild! Funny how everything seems so real. Even feel the heat of her bare ass on my arm. Desk feels so solid. Paper looks so-Ha ha! Look at that: scorch marks on the edges! This is one dream I certainly wouldn't attempt to analyze, that's for sure...
Hee hee! Fourteen years from now he's going to say, "Shit, why didn't I read the fine print?"
THOTH: Selah.
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CHAPTER V
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SAL: Dr. Livveresh is in his dim-lit study, hunched over his desk, looking very much like an emaciated vulture peering at the remains of some curious carcass, the edibility of which he is uncertain.
SYLVIA: Very good, Sal.
THOTH: Scratch deliver us from the affectations of salamanders.
SAL: And from the inept sarcasm of senile old scribes. On the desk-
THOTH: Senile?-
SAL: On the desk before the doctor lie the things Memphis gave him at the office: a green phial of clear liquid, a clear phial of green liquid, a little black book and a pair of pink panties. It's this last item that particularly preoccupies his whirling mind, for here is certain proof that what happened this morning was no day dream, no child of an idle brain, as Bill Shakespeare put it, "begot of nothing but vain fantasy;" no, for while it is true-this is what he's thinking-that I may, during an attack of somnambulism, have picked up these phials in some antiquated chemist's shop, though it is unlikely, and that I may even have bought these pants at the dimestore-still there is no getting around the fact that Gwendolyn came home bare-assed and that Mr. Ragbutton did not keep his appointment.
"This is the strangest thing, Adrian," Gwendolyn said upon emerging from the bathroom this evening-they had just arrived home. "My underpants are missing."
At these words the doctor's blood went cold; he plunged his hand into his left trouser pocket and with a mixture of horror and delight felt the static electricity of silky fabric surging through his trembling fingers. Oh my God...
"I'm sure I put them on this morning. I mean, for goodness' sake, how could I forget to put my underpants on? And yet, just now, when I sat down on the-well, I just now discovered that they re gone."
The doc resisted a perverse impulse to say, What? You mean you actually piss and shit like other women? You see, the power has already begun to go to his head. But he restrained himself and said only, "Well, then you must have forgotten to put them on, dear." A few moments later, however, seeing the comical expression of puzzlement on his wife's face, he could not help adding: "Maybe you're getting senile."
"Senile? For heaven's sake, Adrian! I'm only twenty-five."
For the rest of the evening the doctor was silent, lost in thought.
Now Gwendolyn is in bed-it's late, and the rain is drizzling dismally from the eaves outside his study-and our man is going over and over the events of the morning, wanting desperately, if fearfully, to accept their validity, yet hardly daring to. Now he sets the phials and the panties aside, takes up his pen, and continues the entry in his secret diary from where he let off a few minutes ago...
-and then she said, "Yeah, sugar, I thought maybe you'd have some doubts about that, so I slipped a drop of it into your old lady's coffee on the way in. Should be takin' effect about now. Let's take a look."
And she went over to the bookshelf, removed a few books and opened a little panel in the wall. Of course there was never such a panel there before, but it seemed a perfectly natural thing to happen in a dream, so I said nothing about it, just went over and looked through. It was a window into the outer office; there was Gwendolyn at her desk, busily transcribing notes on her typewriter, and Mr. Ragbuttom waiting patiently in the leather chair, thumbing through a magazine. Everything looked perfectly normal', and I said so. Memphis just laughed-apparently we could not be heard through the opening-pressed those big breasts against my back, inserted her hand in my open fly, and said, "Just wait a minute, hon."
She made waiting a pleasure, and even though I didn't expect anything to happen, I made no more complaints. Then, out of a clear blue sky, Gwendolyn stopped typing and said, "Been getting any lately?" Mr. Ragbuttom looked around to see who she was addressing, but seeing no one, the two of them being quite alone in the office, he said, "I beg your pardon?" She repeated the question, and the old man said, "Any what?"
"Pussy of course," said my wife to my utter amazement, "what else?" Mr. Ragbuttom blinked his eyes, peered at her over his spectacles, and let the magazine slide from his lap to the floor. "No," he said, as if in shock. "I thought so," said Gwendolyn, getting up from the desk and leaning on it, looking down at him and cocking her hips in the most brazenly seductive pose I had ever seen her assume. "Maybe that's your problem. Tommy-may I call you Tommy?" I thought the old fart was going to have a heart attack; he stuttered and stammered and blushed and coughed and finally, with a lecherous grin on his withered face, said, "Why, sure you can, Mrs.-" And she said, "Just call me Gwen."
Gwen! She hates that abbreviation! When she was in school, she had a friend with the same name as hers-they called her Gwen. One day this other Gwen was expelled from school for slipping into the boys' restroom and taking on all comers-seventeen students, two teachers and a coach. It came to light that that hadn't been the first time, that she had been doing it regularly for several weeks, all the while going to church with Gwendolyn just as regularly. Ever since then my wife has associated that name with "everything vile and dirty," as she puts it, and has forbade anyone to so address her. And now she says-Just call me Gwen!
I guess Memphis noticed the shock on my face. She laughed and jabbed that big hairy cunt of hers against my backside, saying, "That stuff induces a certain kind of possession that-well, it's what you shrinks call schizophrenia. Watch." I watched all right, absolutely certain now that I was dreaming.
Before my very eyes-and more importantly, before those of Mr. Ragbuttom-Gwendolyn slowly hoisted her old-fashioned knee-length skirt, gradually revealing the wonderful curves of her perfect thighs, all the way up above the tops of her nylons. Ragbuttom stared open-mouthed as my church-going, Godfearing, cold-blooded wife, with her skirt up to her waist, spread her legs and rolled her magnificent pelvis up and back, up and back-and gave it a jerk! It was fantastic! Then she pulled down her panties-those high-waisted opaque pink monstrosities that my grandmother wore-pulled them down slowly, just as she had lifted her skirt, like a cat toying with a mouse, inch by inch revealing her private charms to the bug-eyed old neurotic perched on the edge of his chair not five feet in front of her! Those golden hairs of her bush, one by one, springing into view! And then her crack-that luscious plump-lipped mouth of her untouchable cunt, millimeter by millimeter-
Here the doc hauls out his prick. It's at its fullest length-a good three inches-and stiff as a stick.
-oozing into the light! And then she laughed-actually laughed!-and stepped out of them. When she tossed them flamboyantly over her shoulder, Memphis put a hand through the opening and caught them easily. "Here," she said to me, "better hang on to these." I put them into my pocket and forgot them for the rest of the day; and now they are here before me on the desk-those very panties. It was no dream.
Before me also are the two phials: one for me, one for her. I am half convinced that the one I am to give Gwendolyn will do what Memphis said it would do; there are, after all, effective aphrodisiacs in the world-and certainly Gwendolyn didn't do what she did this morning of her own free will. But the other one-the one I am to take-that's a different story. Who every heard of a penis enlarger?-let alone one taken orally and which will take effect overnight! Still, the temptation to give it a try is overwhelming. If it kills me, so what? Why, only this morning I was contemplating suicide.
He looks down at his ridiculous little prick, thinking, Jesus Christ!-less than a handful...
Yes, I'll try it.
When she had her pants off and her skirt hoisted up to her waist again, Gwendolyn sat down on the edge of the desk, her lovely legs spread wide open, her fleecy cunt lips gleaming with juice, unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, unhooked her heavily wired, armor-plated, longline bra, and unleashed those magnificent round tits of hers with their fat rosy nipples which my lips have never touched and of which my eyes have caught only brief glimpses during the past six years. Rolling her cunt up so that old Ragbuttom could see the entire length of the slit-and her asshole too-she settled back upon her elbows, shoulders back, breasts thrust out and upward, thighs spread to their maximum, and said in a throaty, lust-heavy voice, "Come on. Tommy, doncha want some of this?"- punctuating it with an upward jerk of her golden-curled knoll.
The old man sputtered something in reply-but in such a guttural tone I couldn't make out the words-and was out of his chair in a flash. He had his cock out before he reached the desk, and in less time than it takes to write it down he had it stuck up her cunt and was fucking her like a teenage stud! Why, that old man could scarcely walk! I couldn't believe my eyes, dream or no dream. He caught Gwendolyn's bouncing boobs in his wrinkly old hands, spit out his false teeth, and began gumming those big nipples like a madman, his prick flashing in and out of her hole faster than I'd have believed possible-his ass was nothing but a blur! And all the while my prim, frigid prude of a wife is slobbering like a bitch in heat and grunting, "Oh, fuck me. Tommy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"-over and over again. All this in the reception room, with the outer door unlatched; at any moment someone could have stepped in from the corridor.
Gwendolyn's orgasm left her flat on her back, draped across the desk top, legs dangling off the front, her head off the back. Her long blonde hair had come unpinned and hung to the floor; her mouth was open in a satisfied smile and a little trickle of saliva ran from one corner of her lips. Mr. Ragbuttom's eager gums had left blue bruises all around her nipples, and her crotch was dripping with semen and cunt froth. With a cackle of delight the old man stepped back, clapped his hands, wiped his cock on his handkerchief, leaped up in the air, kicking his heels together (so help me!), threw open the door and said, "Gwen, honey, you tell the doc I won't be needing his services any more, will you? Thanks to you, sweetheart, I'm a new man! Hoowee!-that was good pussy! Mm!" He ran back to the desk, gave my wife a big loud kiss smack in the middle of her twat, turned on his heel, let out a whoop, skipped out the door and was gone.
Memphis laughed and gave me a slap on the behind. When I looked around she had her cape on again; its cowl was over her head, but it hung open in front-she was still naked from top to bottom-don't know what happened to her tights and G-string. "Well, I gotta get back on the job, sugar. That was just a little demonstration to show you how the stuff works." She said that I had seen the effects of only one drop, and that the proper dosage is one drop for every hour I wish the effect to last. "But go easy on it, honey," she said. "This stuff don't grow on trees." Then she gave me the address book as she had promised, and while I was thumbing through it, leering at all those dirty pictures, she must have slipped away-though I never heard the door open. In any case, when I looked up from the book, she was gone, and when I went back over to the open panel behind the bookshelf, Gwendolyn had put her bra on and was in the process of buttoning her blouse. There were still the traces of a smile on her face as she took a mirror from her purse and pinned her hair in its usual bun atop her head. In a few minutes she was back at her typewriter, as prim and proper-looking as ever, pecking away at the keys as though nothing had happened.
But the doctor can write no more. His hand is shaking like a leaf. He closes his diary and tucks it away in its hiding place. Now he's opening the little black book, flipping through the pages...
-Let's see... Sanders, Sloan, Smythe-aha! Here it is: Smithers. Rhoda Smithers, 40-26-37... Wow, look at those jugs! And that cunt! Mm! Son of a bitch...
The point of his beak is less than an inch from the page, and his beady little eyes are wobbling with depraved anticipation. Now he frowns, remembering his pitifully insufficient genitals, picks up the clear phial of green liquid-
-Or was it the green phial of clear liquid?...
-looks at it, sloshes it around, holds it up to the light, unstops it, smells it, wrinkles his beak, squints his eyes, holds it at arm's length, raises it to his lips, hesitates, shuts his eyes... and downs half the contents in a gulp.
"Ugh! Blah! Yak!-"
He's all doubled up, clutching his throat, coughing, gagging, thumping himself on the chest-staggering backwards!- Wham! Down he goes, flat on his back on the floor!-all curled up in a ball, hugging his belly-
NAT: I don't think he liked that stuff.
SAL: -Who speaks?
THOTH: (With a sigh) Oh, it's that ninny, Nat the gnome. Selah.
SAL: Hey, hold it, old man! You can't just break it off any time you goddamn please. We have to see how big his pecker gets and-
THOTH: When I say 'selah,' by damn, I mean 'selah!' Thoth works after midnight for no man-and for no smart-ass lizard either-and certainly not for any rat-faced shrink. Selah!
CHAPTER VI
SYLVIA: Tuesday morning, the wee hours-a lovely night, the air crisp, the sky clear: the cunt-shaped Hyades are dead overhead, the rising moon is like a tit full of milk, bright meteors are spurting from Orion's crotch in continuous ejaculation, and the air is heavy with the smell of sex-especially here inside the doctor's car. They are driving home, the doc and his wife; the evening is spent, their first swap party is over. And yet for the good doctor everything is just beginning. The world is young again, and his blood races when he thinks of what untold sensual delights the future holds in store for him. -For me and my wonderful new cock! he thinks.
He laughs aloud as he realizes that his erection has returned, even though he has lost all count of how many orgasms he had at the Lafayette's house tonight. Steering with one hand, he unzips his fly and hauls out his massive member. "Look at that thing, will you?" he says to Gwendolyn, who is flaked out beside him, her disheveled hair hiding half her face, the nipple of her left breast showing above the drooping neckline of her green satin minidress, her right leg, barefooted, dangling out the window. She looks at the turgid member with a dreamy smile; it seems to glow faintly in the darkness of the car. She reaches over and takes it in her hand, nestling the lower edge of her palm into the doc's crotch fuzz: a good seven inches of solid meat extends above her thumb; her hand is able to cover only a little better than a third of it at a time! As for its girth-only by squeezing tightly can she touch her fingertips with her thumb.
"Yeah," she says with a satisfied sigh, stretching out on her back with her head in his lap and both feet out the window, the cool October breeze fluttering the golden curls of her exposed cunt. She snuggles her cheek against that big beautiful phallus, its bulbous head towering high above her face, closes her eyes, and drifts off to dreamland.
With his right hand Dr. Livveresh slips the wide loose neckline further down her arms, baring both breasts. His eyes on the road ahead, a broad smile on his sharp little face, rolling her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he chuckles to himself, muttering: "Unbelievable! Utterly unbelievable!"-over and over again as he zooms along the oceanfront toward Sago Beach.
SAL: That's what he said when he woke up this morning-or yesterday morning rather. He took one look at that jumbo jabber and said, "Unbelievable! Utterly unbelievable!" Ha ha!
SYLVIA: Go ahead, Sal. If anything happens here, I'll cut in.
SAL: Okay. Well, then his old lady rolled over and said sleepily: "What? What did you say, Adrian?"
"Huh?" said the doc, quickly concealing his cock as best he could between his skinny thighs, thinking, Great God! It reaches damn near to my knees!-and it did too; another couple of inches would have done it. "Oh, nothing, dear." He faked a yawn. "Nothing at all."
While Gwendolyn gave the baby its morning bottle, Dr. Livveresh-I might add here that the doctor had urged his wife from the beginning to breast-feed the child, not-as he told her-because it was healthier, but merely so he could get a look at her tit from time to time, but she would have none of it. Just why this was so, the doctor could never determine; it puzzled him. On more occasions than one, seeing some full-busted chick in a low-cut dress, Gwendolyn had expressed her disgust by saying that breasts were for feeding babies and not for flaunting in the public eye. Why then would she not give her own teat to the eager lips of her own child? She never gave him a satisfactory answer-in fact she seemed strangely evasive about the whole matter-but eventually the doc let it drop. Anyway, as I was saying, while Gwendolyn fed little Ruthie, Livveresh fixed the coffee and toast, as was his habit, but he was so preoccupied with the events of the previous day and with the strange and wonderful new appendage that swung heavily between his knobby legs, that he burnt the toast, boiled the coffee, and broke two saucers before completing his task.
-Let's see now, he thought feverishly, taking the green phial of clear liquid from the pocket of his robe; a drop for every hour...
To say that he was anxious would be the understatement of the age; to put off the test even until after office hours, to sit all day at his desk, waiting, wondering, hoping, fearing-it was unthinkable. With a hand about as steady as a jackhammer, he dipped an eyedropper into the phial and squeezed one ... two ... three drops into Gwendolyn's coffee cup.
-Heh heh heh, he chuckled to himself. That ought to hold her till about ten. That sexy dress shop over on the beach opens at nine. Gotta get her something decent to wear-or something indecent, that is. Heh heh heh! Hot damn! If only it works..."
"Gwendolyn?" he called, trying to keep his voice level. "Coffee's ready."
"Be right there, Adrian."
Several times while drinking her coffee and complaining about the inedible toast, Gwendolyn asked her husband what was the matter with him; what was he so nervous about? "Nervous?" he said nervously. "I'm not nervous. Drink your coffee, it's getting late."
"What did you do to this coffee, anyway?" she said. "It's bitter-or something. It tastes like-" She took another sip. "Yes, like the coffee I had yesterday morning at the office. Sort of bitter, just like this. It gave me one hell of a headache, too."
The doctor froze. Staring into his cup, not daring even to look at her, he said: "What did you say, dear?"
"I said that coffee gave me one hell of a motherfucking headache. Something wrong with your ears? "
-It's working! I'm a son of a bitch if it isn't working!
"My God, is it hot this morning?" she added, opening the front of her dressing gown. "Or is it just me? "
"Must be you, Gwen," replied the doctor with a bold confidence in his voice that I'd never heard before. "It's October-very cool."
She looked up at him through half-closed eyes. "What did you call me?"
Overcoming a brief shudder of apprehension, the doc said: "Gwen. That's your name, isn't it?"
"Yes, but... it's been so long since you called me that. You haven't called me Gwen since the day we met in the shithouse."
The doctor choked on his coffee, coughed three times, and said, "In the what?"
"At school-in the shithouse. Don't tell me you've forgotten where we met? "
"Forgotten?" laughed the doctor, almost hysterical with the sudden realization that she thought she was that Gwen. "How could I forget that?" She gave him a sexy laugh, her big half-exposed tits jiggling delightfully under the open lapels of her gown. "Oh, by the way, Gwen," said the doc, standing up and untying the sash of his robe, "I've got something to show you."
"A surprise? Where is it? "
"Right here." He flung open his robe and out sprang his magnificent new cock, fully erect, big blue veins standing out all around, eleven inches long and thicker than his wrist.
"Goddamn, Adri!" gasped his startled wife. "Where did you get that?"
"Never mind where I got it," said Livveresh, waving its huge apple-red head in her gaping face. "Why don't you ask me where I'm going to put it?"
"Oh, Adri," she sighed, slipping the dressing gown from her arms and reaching for that huge twitching tuber, "I know where I hope you're going to put it!" Holding his cock lovingly in one hand, she spread her legs and clutched her cunt with the other. "Right here!"
"Take off those ridiculous bloomers and I'll think about it."
"Jesus Christ!" she said, looking down at her high-waisted long-legged panties. "What am I doing in these fucking things?" She jumped up, threw her gown to the floor, took off the panties-practically ripped them off-and dropped them into the garbage disposal. "There, how's that?" She stood before him stark naked now, arms lifted seductively over her head, legs parted, and her big blonde cunt thrust obscenely forward.
"Much better," replied the doc, shedding his robe. "Now get up on the table and spread your legs. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
She had knocked the dishes aside and was sprawled out on the table almost before the words were out of his mouth. "Oh, give it to me, lover! Give it to me! Don't torture me! I need it! I need it!-"
Anxious to try out his new weapon, the doctor dispensed with the preliminaries, stepped up to the table, lifted her knees to his shoulders, forced his cockhead-not without difficulty-into her already juicy hole, and getting a firm grip on her heaving tits began to shove that massive member into her tight trembling vagina...
"Oh!... Oh!... Ah!... Oh, Adri! It's so big! So thick! So- oh!-ah!- oooooo!... So long! Oh, God, it must be up to my waist by now! Oh, it feels so good! Goddamn! How much-uhn!-how much-uhn!- how much more is there?"
"Just this much," said the doctor, and with a brutal jerk of his skinny ass he rammed the last two inches up her cervix.
"AIIII, YI, YI, YI, YI,-!"
"Heh heh heh!" chuckled the doctor with diabolic glee as he-
SYLVIA: Hold it a minute, Sal, something's happening. Gwen just woke up. The doc's been fingering her box and I guess it got to her, because almost as soon as she opened her eyes, she said: "Fuck me, Adri. Now. Please."
"Again?" he says with a shrill cackle and a groan of mock exhaustion, thinking: Jesus Christ! She can't get enough. Must be trying to make up for twenty-five years of frigidity all in one night. John and Ernie must have each plugged her two or three times, and Mary and Rhoda both ate her pussy-I was on her myself a half a dozen times-and she still wants more! Wow, talk about turned on!
"Please, darling, stop the car and"-she's rolling over on her belly, gripping his cock with both hands, sliding her lips down over the head... back up again, giving it a wet kiss on its little mouth-"and fuck me with this wonderful thing! Oh, please, hurry! I can't wait!"
She's up on her knees now, her face in his lap, smothering his cock with hungry kisses. The skirt of her little dress is above her waist and her bare ass is sticking up in the air as she-uh-oh! Now she's crawling into his lap, trying to straddle that spit-slick shaft!- "Give it to me! Give it to me!-"
"Hey! Ha ha! Cut it out! Get off me, you old slut-ha ha!-before we go in the ocean! Ha ha ha ha-!" He's pulling over to the side of the road. "Get out."
"Get out?"
"Sure. You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!-"
"Well, then you have to get me in the mood. Get out there and do a little dance for me." He turns up the radio: loud, dirty, blues-rock stuff. "Go ahead, shake it for me."
"Okay," she says with a breathy laugh, climbing out of the car. There she goes into the full glare of the headlights, stops, looks back at him over her shoulder and gives him a sexy smile, smoothing down her short skirt and pulling her neckline back up to her shoulders. Now she gives her ass a little wiggle and turns around, facing the headlights.
Wow! It's not every day you see something like this alongside a public road, even at three in the morning. That dress hangs less than an inch below her cunt, and the neckline is so low that the upper edges of her areolae show over the top; the crease between her big round tits is visible all the way down to where it parts at the bottom. With her arms at her sides and her bare feet placed well apart she throws back her head and shakes her shoulders, making those half-naked moonlike boobs swing delightfully back and forth and causing the left side of the neckline to fall from her shoulder. The thin shiny silk of her dress is flashing wildly in the glaring light as she gyrates her hips and jerks her cunt and shakes her tits, and now the other side of her bodice is falling down-both nipples are showing! She's got her tits in her hands now, pressing them together and-! Ah, here comes a car!- "Don't stop!" the doc calls to her. "Keep it up!"
Gwen just laughs and with her jugs still hanging out the top of her dress she takes hold of the hem of her skirt and- "Ha ha ha ha! That was good! That was terrific!"
Gwen's standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at the car weaving away up the road.
"Shit," she says, "Why didn't he stop and fuck me?"
"Because his wife was with him, stupid! Ha ha ha!" The doc's getting out of the car, doubled up with laughter.
"So what?" says Gwen, unzipping her dress and pulling it off over her head, still facing the receding car.
Still laughing, Dr. Livveresh climbs up on the hood and leans back against the windshield, his naked cock standing tall and gleaming hugely in the moonlight. "Come and get it, baby."
With an eager moan she scrambles up onto the-
SAL: Hey, what happened when the car passed?
SYLVIA: Oh, sorry. Just as it whizzed by, she jerked up her skirt and bared her big hairy cunt. For a minute I thought the car was going to swerve off the road. Ha ha! That really turned the doc on.
Now Gwen's straddling his hips, impaling herself on that throbbing shaft- "Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!-" Down goes her ass, up goes his cock, sliding through those soft fleecy gates, through the rippling grip of her inner lips, deeper and deeper into the clutching bore of her fuckhole, an inch at a time-because even though Gwen's cunt is dilated to its fullest extent, still it is incapable of swallowing such a massive organ as this in one gulp.
"Oh, Adri!" she sighs, as she stretches her arms above her head and turns her passion-twisted face up to the moon, increasing the up and down tempo of her hip thrusts and pressing her stiff nipples against the doc's open hands. "It feels so good!"
-My God, I still can't believe this! Here I am, Adrian Livveresh, fucking this blonde beauty who used to be Gwendolyn Livveresh, the Sunday school teacher, the prude, the... and not just fucking her, but fucking her on the hood of my car alongside the highway... playing with her naked tits and ramming my eleven-inch cock up her snatch! Fan-fucking-tastic! Never thought I'd see the day when she'd beg for it-dance for it! And right out on the highway too! Here comes another car-zoom! Ha ha ha! What do you think of that, girls and boys? Christ, if I saw something like this going on-uh oh, here she goes again!-
"Nh! Nh! Nh! "-Gwen's coming-all hunched over, hair whipping back and forth, drool splattering from her open lips, boobs bounding out of control-"Gh! Gh! Gh!"-her croch is a mass of whipped cream, boiling, sputtering, gushing-"Ss! Ss! Ss!-"
-Jesus Christ! It's like fucking a volcano! God, what a feeling of power this cock gives me! The damn thing has hardly gone soft once all evening! I could fuck for a week without stopping! A month! A year! A-! I wonder how many times I can make her come before I-
But hell, this would go on all morning. He's going to make it last. Why don't you pick it up where you left off, Sal?
SAL: While you finger yourself, eh?
SYLVIA: Not a bad idea.
SAL: Ha ha! Well, let's see-where was I? Ah yes, he fucked her on the breakfast table. He pumped such a load into her that she melted like wax. When she could stand up again, the doc told her to get dressed-"I'm going to buy you something to wear when we go out tonight-something fitting for the occasion."
"Oh, are we going out?"
"Yes." The doc hesitated, looked down at his new cock just to make sure, looked up at his puritanical wife slipping a dress over her naked body, drew a deep breath and said: "There's a certain young lady I've been wanting to go to bed with. She's married, so her husband will naturally expect to-" It was a brave try, but the words stuck in his throat.
"To fuck me?" said Gwendolyn, completing his sentence for him as she buttoned the dress over her free-standing breasts.
"Why yes!" replied the doctor with immense relief, and then in a more casual tone: "Yes, that's right. In other words, it's going to be a swap party. Now if you've got any objections-"
"Objections? Why would I object, darling? It sounds wild. Do I look all right?" She had left the first three buttons undone so that the plush V of flesh where her breasts came together and the top of the tight crease below it peeked out at the doctor's leering face, and with every move she made those balloonlike tits jiggled inside the dress in a most delightful way. The bulge of her big nipples through the thin cloth left no doubt about whether she was wearing a bra, and later, when they were walking down the sidewalk toward the dress shop, the doctor noticed that when the sun was behind her, neither could there be any doubt about whether or not she wore panties. "Gwendolyn's dresses are so hideously long!" she says. "This fucking thing hangs all the way to my goddamn knees. You're going to have to buy me a whole new wardrobe, Adri. We can keep the things in your study where Gwendolyn won't find them. Oh, this is going to be fun! Are you ready? Ill get Ruthie."
The doc's brain was spinning like a top. All this was just too good to be true. As they were going out the door, he suddenly turned, darted back into the house, ran to his study, took the little phials from his desk and gave them a big kiss. "Memphis Topless, I love you!" he cried to the ceiling-and then, remembering, said it again to the floor.
UNA, SYLVIA, NAT and even THOTH: Ha ha ha ha ha ha-!
SAL: They dropped the baby off at the nursery and drove straight to the dress shop. After picking out several see-through blouses and miniskirts, three of the tiniest bikinis they could find, some skimpy lingerie and a transparent negligee, the doctor pinched the salesgirl on the ass and told her that he wanted the sexiest party dress in the store.
"Watch the hands, little man," said the girl.
Little man, is it? thought the doctor, and he was just about to show her his cock then and there, when Gwen stepped up and whispered something in the girl's ear.
"Really?" she said, glancing down at the doctor's fly, her frown of indignation changing to a mischievous smile. "Come on, I'll show you what I've got."
"Ah," said the doctor, his beady eyes darting over her body.
"In the way of party dresses," the girl added.
"Oh," replied the doctor. Gwen laughed.
After looking at several items, they decided on the dark green silk thing. "Will you help me into it, please?" Gwen said to the salesgirl, winking at the doc.
"Sure," said the girl, and the two of them went into the dressing room. The doctor sat down to wait, crossing his legs to keep his enormous hard-on from showing. The discussion of sexy dresses, anticipation of the coming evening, the movement of his wife's unharnessed breasts, the presence of several bikini-clad girls, the cute little miniskirted salesgirl whose lace-covered bottom came into view whenever she bent over-all this had gotten old ratface terribly excited. -I'm going to have to start wearing a jockstrap, he said to himself. This thing sticks out like a tent pole. He was sitting there eyeing a young girl in a red bikini, when suddenly she looked up and her eyes got as big as saucers. What's the matter with her? thought the doc, but at that moment he heard Gwen's voice behind him. "Adri."
He turned and saw her standing in the curtained doorway to the dressing rooms-stark naked. -Great God!- She beckoned to him with her finger and said, "Come on in, honey. We need your opinion."
The doc got up and with a smug grin at the bug-eyed girl, who had previously repaid his admiring gaze with a sneer of disgust, followed Gwen through the curtain.
"Show her," said Gwen when they were all three squeezed into the tiny dressing closet. "She doesn't believe me."
The salesgirl blushed and giggled but then said, "Hey, men aren't allowed back here! If the boss catches us-!"
"You mean this?" asked the doc, ignoring the girl's protests and unleashing his torpedo.
"Oh my God!"
"Didn't I tell you?" laughed Gwen.
"Yes, but-holy shit!"
"Now I've let you see mine," said Dr. Livveresh, "so you must let me see yours."
"Listen," said the girl, tearing her eyes but not her thought from the massive member, "the boss could bust in here any minute and-"
"Then we'd better hurry, hadn't we?" interrupted the doc, thrusting his hands under her miniskirt and jerking down her bikini panties.
"Hey-!"
"Sh!" hissed Gwen, holding the girl's hands behind her back. "The boss might hear you."
"Hey, what kind of a girl do you think I am, anyway? You can't just bust in here and-" She lifted her feet, one at a time, from the legholes of the panties. "I mean, you can't just walk in and-" Gwen was no longer holding her arms: there was no need: they hung limp at her sides. Instead, the blonde's hands were on the girl's tits, kneading their ripe fullness, stroking them, pinching the nipples and such like. "You think I just strip down and spread my legs for every man that-?" Her thighs parted easily to admit the doctor's bony knees as he bent his legs and jocked his ass into position, "-every man that shows me his-?" Gwen lowered one hand to the girl's crotch and guided her husband's throbbing member into the warm fuzzy dampness, "-his cock? What kind of a girl do you-? Ah! Oh! Mm!-" Ha ha! And afterwards, walking back to the car beside Gwen, who was now wearing the green silk dress with its swooping neckline and its skirt which barely covered her ass, her big half-bare tits rising and plunging and stopping traffic, the doctor thought, My God, did that really happen? Did I really walk into a women's dress shop and fuck the salesgirl within ten minutes? He felt a dribble of postorgasmic leakage trickle heavily down his leg. Yes. I really did. I fucked her standing up while my wife-my wife!-held her steady, fucked her in the dressing room where no men are allowed, reached under her skirt, pulled down her drawers and socked it to her while my wife, who was naked, held her and played with her tits... Yes, all this is actually happening...
"Truly," he muttered happily, half aloud, "the man with a long dong has the world by the balls!"
They arrived home just in time for the transformation. As soon as they had the new clothes hidden away in the study, Gwen went into the bedroom to change into something for the office. When she came out-
SYLVIA: Wait! He's getting his gun at last!-and Gwen's coming too! This is her sixth since she first mounted him. They changed positions several times while you were talking, and now she's on her hands and knees-
SAL: They're still on the hood of the car?
SYLVIA: Yes.-And he's throwing it to her dog-style. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!-"
"Gh-gh-gh-gh-gh-!"
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Wow, what a load he's pumping into her! A minute ago she screamed, "Stick it in my ass! Pull it out and stick it in my asshole! Like Coach Kelly did to me that day in the shithouse! Do it! Oh, do it-" And he did it, thinking:-So! All these years she's kept these dreams bottled up in her unconscious!-dreams of how it must have been to go into the boys' bathroom and fuck all those guys-especially Coach Kelly! Yes, she must have had the secret hots for Kelly all the while she was telling everybody what a horrible girl that Gwen was! Sitting in church thinking about Coach Kelly ramming his dick up her ass! Ha ha ha! Tremendous! Fantastic!-and other adjectives, while his cum surged and seethed up her spasm-wracked rectum, and it's still surging and seething! He's got her broad moon-white hips in his clawlike hands, and her big round jugs are lurching to and fro, thudding together, springing apart, bounding and rebounding, as the thick hot bolts of semen jet into her body-
-filling every twitching hollow, every bend and fold of her-!
THOTH: Oh, stop, stop. Selah, for Christ's sake.
CHAPTER VII
SAL: The house is quiet now, breathing easily in the predawn hush. Gwen, or Gwendolyn, or whoever, is asleep in her bed, and the doctor is in his study, relaxed now but unable to sleep, detailing the events of the preceding day in his secret diary. He dares not commit these things to memory. -If it should all come to an end tomorrow, he thought when he had his wife safely in bed, I want it all down in black and white, permanent proof that it actually happened.
Only the scratching of his pen disturbs the silence...
... I feared the after-effects of the aphrodisiac. Would she remember anything? Would the transformation be instantaneous or gradual? What if the potion wore off while she was still wearing that dress-with no underwear? I wished I had given her more of it, enough to last through both the day and the night, but that would not have been wise: my supply is limited, and Memphis said I must use it sparingly. Besides, I must keep the practice open, can't afford to let it go under, and how could I operate an office with an insatiable nymphomaniac for a secretary? No, I told myself I had done the right thing, sat down, held my breath, and waited.
She emerged from the bedroom as though nothing had happened, harnessed and girdled in her hideous iron-boned, armor-plated underwear, her legs encased in white stockings and her feet shod in football shoes (as I call them), and passed without a word into the bathroom. I breathed a little easier. A few minutes later she came out, ready for work, her gray long-skirted dress buttoned up to her neck and her hair bound up in its eternal bun. "Well, don't just sit there, Adrian," she said. "Look at the time, it's past ten already. We've got to have the alarm on that clock fixed." I said my yes dears as usual, and off we went to the office, but it was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud.
For the rest of the day she was her usual bitchy self. After lunch I took out the little black book and called Rhoda Smithers on the phone. I felt very bold and confident until I actually heard her voice on the other end. I went cold all over. "Mrs. Smithers?"-I'm afraid I stuttered. Yes, she replied, who was this? I had scarcely blurted out my name, when to my boundless relief she said, "Oh, Doctor Livveresh!"-she pronounced the name wrong, of course, as so many people do, "Livverfresh" I believe she said, but I was too nervous to correct her-"Mary said you might be calling soon. She's told me all about you and Gwendolyn, and Ernie and I have been looking forward to meeting you. When can you come over? Say, I know what! Ernie and I are going over to John and Mary's tonight for cocktails and"-she paused-"other things"-another pause, very pregnant-"and if you and Gwen would like to come"-yet another pause, this time punctuated with a throaty giggle and followed by a "so to speak"-"I'll fix it up with Mary, and we'll meet you there around eight. Is that all right with you?"
That was fine with me! That was wonderful with me! I was beside myself with relief and anticipation. She had spun it all out practically in one breath, said it all for me-she had known exactly what was on my mind. Having found my tongue, I said, "May I call you Rhoda?" and she said, "Well, of course, Adrian," in a voice so breathy and seductive that I wouldn't have been surprised if her tit had come out through the receiver and nuzzled into my ear! "See you tonight, honey," she added.
No doubt to the annoyance and dismay of my patients, I was in a daze for the rest of the day. Before leaving the office, I called the nursery and arranged to have the baby kept overnight. I ran several red lights on the way home, which gained me nothing but a bitter lecture on safe driving from Gwendolyn. She was dead tired, she said, and could hardly relax if I insisted on putting her life in danger with my stupid speeding. I couldn't resist saying, "You'll feel better tonight." And just what did I mean by that? "Oh, nothing, dear," I said.
Once in the house, I practically ran to the kitchen. What was I doing? she wanted to know, it was time to go and get Ruthie. "It's early yet," I said. "I thought we could have our tea first." I put ten drops in her cup, then added one for good measure. It would have been better, as far as conserving the potion goes, to have waited a couple of hours, but that would have meant an impossible explanation as to why Ruthie was staying the night at the nursery. Besides, I was anxious to get rid of this bitch Gwendolyn and eager for the return of my lascivious Gwen.
No sooner had she drained her cup than she stood up and said, "Ah, that was good! Why don't we eat out tonight, Adri? Jesus Christ, let me get out of these ghastly clothes! Gwendolyn must be psychotic to wear such stuff out in public. What time are we supposed to be at your cunt's house?" Here we go again, I thought, hugging her luscious body to mine-she was already half stripped, dress off, bra unhooked-and thrust my tongue down her wonderful throat.
Anyone who wants speedy service at a restaurant should go with a full-breasted girl in a low-cut dress and no bra. We were swamped by waiters!-not one or two, but five, all of them swarming around us like flies, looking down Gwen's dress with bulging eyes and sweating foreheads. A number of times she obligingly leaned forward to give them a peek at her nipples; it didn't take much of a lean to do this, since her neckline actually touched the upper edges of her areolae. When one of these leering waiters, accidentally or intentionally, dropped a bowl of plum pudding on the floor at our feet, the entire work force of the restaurant-or so it seemed-descended on the spot to help clean up the mess.
When they were gone, Gwen giggled and said, "They just wanted to look up my skirt."
"Did they see anything?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Of course," she said, "unless they're blind, the poor things. Take a look." I glanced around to see if anyone was looking; they were looking all right, but not at me, so I ducked my head under the tablecloth, and there was that delicious mouth with its golden beard, its lips slick with honey, smiling at me from between her open thighs!
We arrived at the reverend's house before Rhoda and Ernie. Mary and John welcomed us in with open arms-literally. Scarcely a word had been uttered when the reverend-he is a big, well-built man-took Gwen in his arms and kissed her. It was a kiss that left her red in the face and obviously eager for more. Mary did the same with me; it was a long kiss too; her tongue slid through my lips, her big breasts flattened against my chest and she pressed her cunt-ah, how I longed to see it again, remembering how it had looked inside the transparent crotch of her panties that fateful day in the office, high-humped and as solid as a rock-pressed it against my cock as she kissed me. It was a delightful way to start the evening.
Mary's dress was even more indecent-if that's possible-than Gwen's, though it may only have seemed that way to me because of the way Mary is built-those big torpedo-like tits on such a slim, lithe frame. Her dress was white, belted at the waist, not cut nearly so low in front as Gwen's, and the skirt may even have been a little longer than Gwen's-not much longer, but a little bit maybe; but the striking thing about it was that it was crocheted, and that there was nothing under it but skin. Those big pink nipples stuck out through the holes in the mesh, and her fuzzy brown bush was in plain sight through the skirt.
John must have been admiring Gwen's attire just as avidly as I was admiring his wife's, because almost at the same instant we both said, "I like your dress!" And then we all laughed and had a drink. The Smithers, they said, would be there shortly.
The preacher invited Gwen to sit on his lap, which she did, throwing an arm around his neck and making no effort either to keep her skirt down or her legs closed. Immediately she began telling them about how the waiters had fallen all over themselves trying to look down her front and up her skirt, and as she told it I watched John's hand creeping up her bare thigh, stroking it, patting it, squeezing it, until his thumb-though it was out of sight inside her skirt-must surely have been brushing the lower bristles of her bush.
Meanwhile, Mary had snuggled up against me on the sofa, and the warmth of her little ass was setting me on fire. I wasn't sure I could wait for Rhoda. Her platinum-blonde hair, which fell across my neck, was like a shock of incandescent filaments, and the sight of those stiff nipples poking through the lacy holes of her dress, together with that brown patch of hair between her legs, one of which was hooked over my thigh-all of this was giving me such a hard-on I thought my cock would burst from my pants at any moment. Nor did my erection escape the notice of the hostess, whose elbow kept teasing it with little jabs and prods. Apparently the host, that man of God who had his thumb up my wife's snatch, also noticed it, because when Gwen had finished her story about the waiters and how she had shown them her cunt, he said, "Well, Adrian old man, they tell me you're hung like a stud horse."
"Yes, that's right," I replied proudly, but not wanting to take undue credit, added: "Thanks to Memph-" But that was as far as I got. Mary cut me off abruptly: "Say, why don't I show Adrian the rest of the house-especially the bedrooms? I'm sure you two can find something to do until we get back." Gwen and John laughed and said, yes, they were sure they could, and before we were even out of the room John had my wife down on the floor and was sucking one of her tits. "Hey," Mary called back to them with a dirty laugh, "don't get too involved before Rhoda and Ernie get here."
Mary led me into a bedroom and locked the door behind us. "I'm sorry, Adri," she said, leading me to the bed. "I should have told you before."
"Told me what?"
"Not to say anything about Memphis Topless. I don't suppose it matters if you tell Gwen about her while she's on her trips, but if John found out-well, it would be a breach of my contract. You understand, don't you?" I said I did. Before now I had not given much thought to the morbid side of my dealings with Memphis; the undercurrent of fear in Mary's voice gave me a slight chill in the spine. It faded rapidly, however, when she began opening the front of my trousers. "How many years have you got?" I asked her. She shook her head and said that it wasn't that kind of a contract. "I'm free and clear. Except for this damn pain in my nipples. Maybe should have read the fine print." Fine print? Again, that hint of fearfulness behind the mask of her smile gave me an inward shudder. I remembered that I hadn't even read the large print on my contract, let alone the fine. When I asked her to explain, she shook her head, smiled, and said she couldn't talk when she was in heat, dragged my pants from my legs pulled her crocheted dress off over her head, stacked three pillows in the center of the big bed (the pillows were covered in red silk, the sheets were black: her nude body was like the white core of a red flame),- Yeah!
-positioned her trim little ass on the pillows, her legs and upper body falling away steeply on either side so that her prominent hump was more prominent than ever, the hairy summit of a mount of flesh, its face deeply scored by a crimson ravine, from the pit of which flowed a stream of juice-
SYLVIA: The doc doth wax poetic.
SAL: Dothn't he, though?
-the big, rounded cones of her breasts flattening only slightly and falling heavily down about her collar bones, looked up at me from between those pink crowned peaks, pinched her erect nipples until tears started from her eyes, ran her fingers through the crisp brown curls on her elevated cunt hump, and said, "Fuck me!"
Standing on my knees between her spread-eagle thighs, I took my cock in my hand, set its nose to her hole, wiggled it around a little (her clit shivered and twitched like a spastic minnow!),-
SYLVIA: Oh, come now!
SAL: Ha ha!
-and drove it in! Ah, how she whined and moaned!-especially when I pounded on the door of her womb with short rapid strokes! Pow, pow, pow! Ah, yes, it was a good fuck. I pumped it into her until it spurted out around the edges. She thrashed and flailed and clawed at me like a tiger, out of her mind with ecstasy. Never, she said afterwards, had she had anything that big in her; she hoped it hadn't stretched her out too much. I laughed, uncunted, straddled her heaving tits, and let her suck out the last few drops. When we had mopped up, she led me out onto a little balcony-this bedroom was on the second floor-and as the night breeze cooled our naked bodies, she told me this story.
After the incident with the lecherous photographer, she longed to escape from her father's house. She hated him for using her as currency to buy bed time with the photog's wife. In my professional judgment, she was jealous, and deeply resented the fact that her father, while he did show some signs of desire toward her, apparently could never muster the courage to approach her sexually, just as she could never muster the courage to run away from home. After all, she was only thirteen. A year passed, and it got worse and worse. One night, as she was about to slit her wrists, Memphis Topless appeared to her, just as she had appeared to me as I was contemplating a leap out the window. Her timing is quite good.
To Mary she seemed an angel rather than a demoness. Memphis offered her freedom from her father forever for the mere signing of a paper, the only stipulation being that she consent to marriage within a certain man of God, a man of Memphis's choosing. "I guess she knew me better than I knew myself," she said. "She must have figured that just by coming in contact with John, I would corrupt him and lead him away from God." Her task, she deduced, was to act as a catalyst to bring John's darker nature into the light-the light of hell, in the long run. I remembered what Memphis had told me about "them Bible-slappers"-those were the prizes Old Scratch sought above all others. But I only laughed, put an arm around her, squeezed her tit, and said that I was perfectly willing to admit that this Memphis character had some powerful medicine in her bag, but that while in some symbolic sense she might be considered demonic, surely all this business about hell and the devil was just so much bullshit. "After all," I said, "this is the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages." She gave me a wry grin and went on.
Four years after she ran away from home, along came John Lafayette, a young student of divinity with ministerial aspirations. They were married, John acquired a pulpit in the Methodist faith, they settled down, and Mary forgot all about Memphis Topless. Forgot about her, that is, until recently when Ernie Smithers had grabbed her tits from behind like the photographer had done, bringing back the old memories. Then the swapping began, and upon realizing how much she enjoyed it, she "saw how cleverly Memphis had planned the whole thing." Even knowing that she was bringing about John's "eternal damnation," she could not bear the thought of going back to being a one-man woman. Then the nipple pains had begun, and she had decided to see a psychiatrist-me. "But as for why I acted as I did that day-rubbing it in your face and then jerking it away like some teen-age prick-teaser-I just don't know." I told her not to worry about it, that she'd more than made up for it, and that the obvious reason both for putting on the offended maiden act and for the pains in her points was guilt: unconscious re-enactments of the guilt she felt that day for being jealous of the photog's wife, for wishing her father were taking her up to bed instead. "When he pinched your nipples," I told her, "it was a kind of punishment for wanting to lay your own father. Now, whenever your nipples hurt, in effect you are subconsciously punishing yourself for-"
"Yeah, yeah," she said, cutting me off, "but isn't that just a lot of horseshit?"
"Of course," said I, "but so is selling one's soul to the Devil. Talk about horseshit-"
At that moment there was a flash of heat lightning, a long black battleship of a sedan roared up the circular drive below us, a man leaped out, raised his arms and shouted: "LAFAYETTE, WE ARE HERE!"
THOTH: (With disgust) Selah.
CHAPTER VIII
SAL: The doctor wrote a little more after that-about how, as they went downstairs to join the others, Mary had told him about meeting Memphis on the street several days ago and had learned from her that the doc had "Joined the club"-but then he gave it up and went to bed. Tell about the rest of the party, Sylvia.
SYLVIA: Well, all that talk had cost the doc his erection, but by the time he reached the foot of the stairs, nay, by the time he was halfway down, he had fully regained it. In the middle of the living room floor, flat on his back, lay John Lafayette, and on top of him, on her knees, straddling his hips, was Gwen. Both of them were stark naked. His hands were on her tits and his cock was in her cunt, and she punctuated each downward stroke of her big ass with a little grunt of pleasure.
Beside them stood the man who had leapt from the sedan, and at his side was one of the sexiest female creatures the doctor believed he had ever seen. Her long brown hair hung down her back and over one shoulder in sumptuous waves, and her body, which in the doc's opinion struck a perfect balance between the lithe and the voluptuous, the quick and the languid, the athletic and the cuddly, was clothed in nothing more than what appeared to be a large silk scarf, about the size of a bath towel, maybe a little smaller. It was tie-dyed in reds and yellows, with two bright yellow sunbursts centered on her nipples, causing them to leap out at one's eyes-especially the doc's eyes, which were rattling in their sockets like a pair of dice before the toss, so that he had difficulty in focusing on this delicious vision. -She's even more beautiful than I had pictured her! he thought. He had the most vivid picture of that lascivious sex witch hunched over the keyboard of the church organ, her lovely face contorted, drool dripping from her full red lips, her long wild hair lashing the sanctified air as she played Bach's demonic Toccata and Fugue in D-minor, those big tits lurching and bouncing in the holy stained-glass ambience, naked beneath her choir robe, getting her cookies, while the preacher jerked off behind his pulpit. Yes, he thought, perhaps I should have gone into religion...
The upper edge of her wrap-around scarf dress, or whatever it was, passed across her bosom about two inches above her nipples and was fastened beneath her left armpit with a gold clasp. That was its only fastening; from there it hung straight down-well, not straight down, because it clung to the swelling contours which it veiled like wet tissue paper-hung down to a point just barely below her crotch. In the back, I noticed-though the doc didn't, as he had her in three-quarter profile from his position on the stairs-I noticed that the lower whiteness of her full round ass cheeks was visible even when she was standing straight-that's how short her "dress" was; when she bent over, even slightly, her crack showed. But the doc didn't have to see that to know that she wore no panties, because the two vertical edges of the scarf did not overlap at her side; there was just enough excess material at the top to fasten the clasp, and from there down it hung agape, a narrow window through which the doctor feasted his eyes on clear, unbroken, creamy skin. Except for gold high-heeled sandals, that thin veil of silk was her only garment.
As yet none of the four had seen Adrian and Mary, who stood now at the foot of the stairs, each with an arm about the other's hips. John, from his horizontal position on the floor, was introducing the newcomers to Gwen, who was still astride the preacher's belly, her big ass still very much in motion-that peculiar up-and-down swivel-jointed whipping motion typical of women well-practiced in the art of fucking in the upper position.
SAL: Which she was not.
SYLVIA: Gwendolyn wasn't, but Gwen was.
SAL: Ah.
SYLVIA: "Rhoda, this is Gwen," said John, between grunts, gesturing with his arm, "the shrink's wife."
"Hi," said Gwen with a smile, offering her hand to Rhoda without slackening her stroke.
"Nice to meet you," laughed Rhoda, bending slightly at the waist to take Gwen's hand, bending enough so that the front of her little dress fell forward, giving the doctor a brief peek at the dark brown patch of cunt hair below the gentle curve of her naked belly.
"And this is Ernie," John grunted.
"Hi, Ernie," said Gwen, smiling up at him and again putting out her hand.
"Hi there," Ernie intoned, his eyes caressing her naked charms-but instead of his hand he offered something else. "Shake this," he said, hauling out his big stiff red-headed cock.
"Mm," purred Gwen, wrapping her fingers around its blue-veined shank and jacking it up and down like a pump handle.
"Don't let go," said Ernie, unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants, stepping out of them, and stepping across John's chest so that he was facing Gwen, his prick aimed at her full moist lips.
"Let me help you with your shirt, honey," said his wife, stepping behind Gwen, astraddle John's legs, and unbuttoning his shirt, as Gwen cupped Ernie's fuzzy balls in one hand, her other still clutching his cock, and began to lick its bulbous head and kiss its oozing mouth.
It was just as Rhoda was freeing the shirt from her husband's arms that she first noticed Mary and the doc standing there looking at them. "Oh!" she said, her gaze going straight as an arrow to the doctor's titanic tumescence. This and the sudden little squeeze that Mary gave his bare buttock made the doctor realize for the first time that he was bareass naked-except for his socks. He had hoped to meet Rhoda in less ignoble attire. Oh well, he said to himself, what the fuck. But he blushed just the same.
Mary laughed as she and the doc approached the foursome. "This is Gwen's husband, Dr. Adrian Liverhash. He's been-"
"That's Livveresh," the doctor corrected her with a nervous chuckle.
"Well, whatever. He's been wanting to meet you, Rhoda."
"Oh?" said Rhoda, raising her eyes with difficulty from the doctor's huge member, which was pointed dead at her cunt and twitching eagerly. "I hope you want to do more than just meet me, Adrian," she said in a throaty voice as her arms slithered around his neck; her tits flattened against his chest, and her full hot thighs imprisoned his prick.
This contact annihilated the brief upsurge of the doc's pre-Memphis timidity, and taking the silk-covered cheeks of Rhoda's ass in his spindly hands he pressed her belly to his, dug his fingers deep into the plush flesh, and said, "Oh, Rhoda-!"
"Kiss me!" she demanded, and their open lips came together, their tongues entwining like electric eels in rut. It looked pretty strange from behind-from behind Rhoda, I mean-what with several inches of the doc's prong sticking out between the cheeks of her ass, the little hem of the silk skirt draped over it like an awning. Ha ha! Noticing this, Mary knelt down before Rhoda's butt, ran her tongue several times around the head of the protruding penis, rose, and went over to join the others.
"Wow!" gasped the doctor. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" asked Rhoda.
Meanwhile, Mary had come up behind Ernie, who was standing over John as before, getting his dick sucked by Gwen as she fucked John, pressed the hairy hump of her cunt into the cleft of his buttocks-Ernie's buttocks-and said, "Hi, Ernie," running her hands down his muscular belly to his crotch fuzz.
"Uhn!" replied Ernie, for he was about to come. Gwen had increased the tempo of her sucking to match that of her fucking, and both were drawing rapidly to their climax.
"Let me finish him off, Gwen," said Mary, wrapping her hand quickly around Ernie's cock as the blonde's lips flashed into a backstroke. "Open your mouth! I want to watch it shoot in!"
"Oh, hurry!" grunted Gwen. "I'm c-c-coming!-" Just then John got his gun; you could almost hear it surging up into her frothing cunt. She was getting it too, her belly knotting up, boobs bouncing, twat spitting honey, but she kept her mouth open and her hungry eyes on the bore of the throbbing cannon aimed at her face, while Mary pumped it with lightning-like strokes of her spit-slickened palm.
Less than two dozen such strokes did the trick. Ernie's thick gobs of cum went spurting into Gwen's open mouth in rapid spasms. Whenever she shut her mouth to swallow some of it, it splattered against her lips; sometimes it hit her in the eyes or the nostrils; her face was dripping with it. She wiped it from her cheeks with her hands and smeared it over her heaving tits, throwing her head back with a cummy gurgle and a lusty laugh. She loved it.
While that was going on, Rhoda had released the doctor's cock, stepped back, and opened the gold clasp under her left arm. The doctor caught his breath as that magnificent body was unveiled before his eyes. Her smooth skin was creamy gold, only slightly paler at the bust and hips. Her nipples were like circles of antique bronze riding high on her big firm paraboloid tits; her full hips flared out sharply from her narrow waist, her navel was deep and mysterious, and her rounded cunt hill was covered with a dense nest of rich brown curls. As the doctor drank in her beauty, she spread the curls from her full-cheeked slit, at the top of which he saw her exposed clitoris.
"My God!" he gasped. "No wonder you have orgasms at the organ!"
It was bright glistening scarlet and fully an inch long, shimmering between her fluted labia like a pearl in a clam.
She laughed and said, "So Mary told you about that, huh?" The doc nodded absently, leering at that twitching bud of flesh. "I have a hard-on now," she explained, stroking her clit with a forefinger, "It's not always this big. Come on, let's get acquainted." She grabbed his rock-hard handle and led him to a sofa.
"Sit down, honey," she breathed in his ear.
He sat down, and she mounted his lap, engulfing his sharp little face in the deep warm sandwich of her breasts and guiding the bulging head of his prick into the slippery lips of her fuckhole. When it was started, she straightened up and lifted a nipple to the doc's panting mouth. His thin lips clamped onto it and sucked like a bilge pump as she slowly lowered her ass onto his cock, impaling herself on it with short strokes separated by little moans and signs and gasps and breathless exclamations, driving that monstrous club of meat deeper and deeper into the bubbling depths of her vagina.
-Shit, thought the doctor, rolling his tongue around the prick-stiff knob of Rhoda's swollen nipple, what was I worried about? Fuck the fine print, even if it is for real. By Jesus, I'd have signed away my left nut for just one night like this, let alone fourteen years of it!
He cupped her firm hot buttocks in his hands, brutally drove his cock against the tender portal of her uterus, tore his drooling mouth from her tit, and cried aloud: "Hail Satan!"-but it was inaudible, luckily, beneath Rhoda's shrill scream of ecstatic pain.-
THOTH: Selah.
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CHAPTER IX
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UNA: Well, this looks like where I came in. It's Saturday morning, the twenty-fourth day of October, the Feast of Raphael, one week after we began this thing. And there goes the rat-faced doctor, creeping through the bushes toward me exactly like he did last Saturday-only this time he's not alone. Gwen is with him, sitting on the grass, leaning against a tree, giggling as she watches him. Her chin is resting on her forearms, which are resting on her knees, which are spread open, so that from here at the water's edge I'm looking straight up her yellow-haired hole. She's not wearing panties-
SAL: She never wears them when she's Gwen. The other night he took her to a department store to buy some things. She went to the water fountain, and when she bent over to drink, the tail of her skirt-and this will give you an idea of how short it was-was drawn up well above the limits of decency; that is to say, the lower cheeks of her bare buttocks, the crack, and even a little cunt hair was plainly in view to anyone who happened to be looking-and there were several. The doc hurried her out of the muttering crowd, fearing that she was about to be either raped, arrested or recognized, and suggested that it might be wise at certain times to at least veil one's privates with a pair of panties, however scant, whereupon she said: "But shit, Adri, I fuck so much I'd be exhausted from getting in and out of them! "-which was true.
UNA: Ha ha! Well, anyway, she has none on now, and her skirt's so short I can hardly see it. Her hair s all mussed, and the doc's clothes are wrinkled too, as though they've been up all night.
SYLVIA: They have. They came straight over here from the orgy, neither of them being sleepy. But shouldn't Gwen be changing back into Gwendolyn? It's past nine o'clock.
SAL: No, he gave her an extra large dose last night. Should take her through noon.
SYLVIA: Aha. Hey, looks like you're gonna have some more company, Una. I see a sportscar coming up the lake drive. Go ahead, I'll buzz down and have a look.
UNA: Okay.
"-and I slithered through the bushes like a snake, see," the doctor is saying as he slithers through the bushes like a snake.
"Ha ha ha!" laughs Gwen.
"And I was standing right here, peeking through these cattails, when they piled out of the car. I was so excited my knees were shaking!"
Gwen giggles.
"Right away they started to strip down! Wow! I said to myself, look at those tits! The redhead was fantastic! She reminded me of you-tits out to here!" He cups his spindly hands over the domes of a pair of imaginary knockers that extend outward at least a foot from his chest.
"Ha ha ha!"
"The other had black hair. She was as willowy as a sprite, and her body was golden brown from head to toe. As soon as they started to peel, I whipped out my dong, like this-!"
"Ha ha ha!"
"-Only of course it wasn't like this." He turns around to show her his eleven-inch cock. "It was more like this." He holds up his little finger, thinking, Actually it wasn't even that long.
'The brunette's husband got over the redhead and started eating her cunt, and she started sucking his cock while the other two watched and played with each other, and I spit in my hand-!" He spits in his hand, "-like the horny little pervert I was-"
"Ha ha ha!"
"-and started jacking off like a fiend!"
"Ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha!" He turns away from the pond and walks back up to where Gwen is sitting, his erect prick going on before. "It's hard to believe that happened only a week ago. It seems as though years have passed since then. I'm a new man!" He falls on the ground at Gwen's feet, thrusts his face between her legs and plants a loud kiss on her cunt lips. Smack! And again: "Mmm!-" Smack!
"Really, Adri," she laughs, "I can't imagine you like that-so timid and everything."
"I was, though," he says, flopping over on his back and folding his hands behind his head, his dick pointed skyward. "But no more, my love, no more." -At least not for the next fourteen years...
SYLVIA: Here they come, Una. It's them!
UNA: Who?
SYLVIA: You'll see. And so will they: they'll have a clear view of Gwen and the doc when they pull in. I'll go down and listen to what they say. This should be good.
UNA: But-wait, Gwen sees the car now. "Here comes somebody, Adri," she says casually, leaving her legs spread.
"Huh?" The doc grabs his cock and tries to stuff it back into his pants. He still has these occasional lapses into modesty, I see.
"Aw, don't put it away," says Gwen, putting her hand on his. "It's just some kids."
The doc turns his head and looks at the little red sportscar that has just stopped on the other side of the pond. "Well, I'll be damned! It's them!"
"Who?" asks Gwen, running her hand slowly up and down his cock in full view of the newcomers, who have not as yet gotten out of their car. It's not more than twenty yards, by the way, from one side of this pond to the other.
"The ones I told you about! The Joneses and the Birdsongs!"
"No shit? Why don't we go see if they want to fuck?"
"Wait a while. Pretend you don't see them. Now it's their turn to eat their hearts out. Put your knees down so they can see your tits."
Are they looking, Sylvia?
SYLVIA: They certainly are! They spotted them when they first drove up. Mark said-he's up front with Hank's wife-he said, "Oh, oh, we'd better find another spot." But the redhead said, "Wait a minute! Look-that guy's got his cock out!"
"And look at the size of it!" said Amy from the back seat, leaning forward, wide-eyed.
"And look at that blonde!" said Hank. "If that's not her twat shining in the sun it's a damn fine replica!"
"By God, you're right!" gasped Mark. Now Gwen's got her legs straight out before her, spread wider than ever, so that they can see her tits as well as her cunt. Hank says: "Will you look at the jugs on that broad! Goddamn!"
SAL: Isn't she wearing anything up top?
UNA: Very little. She's got on one of her see-through blouses; it has long full sleeves, buttons down the back, and it's made of red net, very wide mesh. It only enhances her nudity, you might say.
SYLVIA: These kids over here are all wearing bikinis. Judy's top is so small that her big freckle-faced boobs are almost as bare as Gwen's, and Amy's is about as brief. Amy's suit is white, Judy's green-to match her eyes.
"Look," says Amy, "you can see her nipples plain as day."
"I'm looking, I'm looking!" says her husband.
"Well, shit," says Judy, opening her door, "let's get out."
"Yeah," agrees Hank, "let's see if we can lure 'em over."
"Oh, so I'm not good enough for you any more, eh?" says Amy, snuggling up to the redhead's husband and slipping her hand inside the front of his bathing suit-which is little more than a codpiece.
"Why, sure you are, honeyhole," he breathes in her ear, inserting his fuckfinger into the seat of her bikini and tickling her asshole. "But variety is the spice of sex. Wouldn't you like some of that cock over there?"
She looks across the pond at the fantastic phallus in the blond's hand, its huge red head glistening in the morning sun filtering through the pine needles, looks back at Hank, smiles mischievously, and says: "Let's get out."
UNA: "They're getting out, Adri," says Gwen, raising one knee and scratching her cunt.
"Getting itchy?" chuckles the doc.
"Yeah! Look, that guy's got a hard-on-the blond guy. He's cute. So is the other one. Which one has the biggest cock?-oh don't tell me, I can see it from here. The blond's is the biggest, right?"
"Right. But you'll like the other one too."
"Shit, I like 'em all, honey! Look, you can see their pricks perfectly-the bulge of them, I mean. Those little jockstraps don't hide much. The dark-haired kid's got the biggest balls, it looks like. Why don't you get a suit like that, Adri?"
"Sure, and what would I do with this?" He grips his pride and joy. "Roll it up? "
"Ha ha! I guess you're right. I can see why you got so hot last week-those girls are pretty. What are their names? "
"The redhead is Judy Jones-the blond guy's her husband-and the brunette is Amy Birdsong. The skinny one's her old man-Mark, I think his name is. Hey, don't let 'em see you looking at them. Let's just pretend we don't give a shit. That little brunette-when I was in the coffee shop that morning the little bitch spread her legs and showed me her twat on purpose, just to torture me. Women used to do that to me all the fucking time. Well, now it's my turn. If she wants some of this," -he waves his cock in the air-"she's gonna have to come and ask for it. Now, get up and walk down to the water where they can get a better look at you. Do something sexy, but don't say anything; just act like they're not there."
"Whatever you say, lover," says Gwen with a laugh, kissing the head of his cock and standing up.
SYLVIA: "Goddamn!" whispers Mark. "Did you see that? She kissed his dick!"
"Yeah, I saw it," says Judy, spreading the blanket on the sand and making sure that her big jugs are in motion.
UNA: -Look at those tits swing! the doc thinks. She's taken her straps down. Tops of her nipples showing. -I'll have those things in my mouth before the morning's up or know the reason why! He moves over to where Gwen was sitting, leans back against the tree, legs spread, cock jutting up obscenely from his open fly, plops his wife's straw hat on his head and pretends to be asleep, watching everything from under the wide brim.
SYLVIA: "Here she comes!" Mark hisses. "Look at those things bounce, would you! Goddamn!... She acts like she doesn't even see us."
"So does he," says Amy. "Look at him, just lying there with his cock hanging out, acting like he's asleep. What's with those two, anyway? Maybe this'll wake him up." She's taking off her top. "There. How bout them apples, mister?"
UNA: -That's fine, Amy! Real fine! Cutest, brownest little nipples I ever saw. Well, shit, don't stop there. Take it all off. Lemme see that bushy little crack again! Hee hee! Look at those bastards gawking at Gwen...
SYLVIA: "Hey, she's gonna wade!"
Here comes Gwen, wading into the pond, bending over to pick up a stone- "Look at the way those tits swing when she bends over!"
"Must weigh five pounds apiece!"
-examines it, throws it back-
"Wow!"
"Sh!"
-wades a little further-the water's up to her knees now-bends down again, this time with her back to us-
"Oh my God! Look at that ass!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Damn, look at the hair in her crack. I think she's got a fuzzier crotch than I do."
"She's a real blonde, that's for sure!"
"You know damn well she knows we're looking."
"Shit yes. Hey, baby-!"
"Hank, be quiet!"
-ignores Hank's call, straightens up, throws another stone across the water, turns toward us again, wades deeper-it's up to her thighs now, almost to the hem of her little black wrap-around mini-uh-oh, she's lifting it-!
"Oh, shit!" groans Mark, clutching his bulging groin. "I can't take this! She's actually showing us her cunt!" -Which is true: she didn't have to hoist her skirt more than an inch to do it, but she's got it up considerably farther than that, well up above her vegetation line. Her entire shaggy, deep-cleft lovenest is in plain sight, sparkling gold in the sun, its lower bristles trailing in the smooth black water as she wades along the flat bottom.
UNA: -Ha ha! Look at that! She's showing them everything! Is that the prudish Sunday school teacher I married? Ha ha! Fantastic! I wonder how long she'll be able to keep up the act.
SYLVIA: Not long, I'll bet. Even from here I can see that she's breathing hard.
SAL: Yeah, it gets her hot as hell, so to speak, to show off her cunt like that.
SYLVIA: "Hey-!"
"Sh!"
"Oh, shit, Judy," says Amy, "let him call her. If she comes over, maybe old Horsecock'll come too."
"You think so? Okay, go ahead and call her, Hank."
Hank licks his lips and walks to the edge of the water.
"Hey, honey," he calls, "why don't you swim over and join us? Got some cold beer and some hot... "He presses his palm against the bulge at the crotch of his little swimsuit. "Well, anyway, come on over."
Gwen is looking at him now, smiling, still holding her skirt up almost to her waist.
UNA: -She's weakening, thinks the doc.
Gwen turns to him, cocks her head to one side, and says, "Adri? Can't I go over now?"
The doc breaks out laughing, whips the big hat from his pointed head and beats the ground with it. "Go, go, you insatiable slut! Ha ha ha ha ha ha-!"
"Thanks, honey!" She turns back toward the opposite shore.
SYLVIA: "Coming?" calls Hanks.
"But I'll get my clothes wet," replies Gwen.
"Hell, take'em off!"
"She might as well," giggles the redhead-
UNA: Look at those jugs jiggle-!
SYLVIA: -"we've seen everything already."
"Okay," calls Gwen, dropping her skirt and reaching behind her to unbutton her see-through.
"My God," whispers Mark to Judy, "if she arches her back any further, those tits are gonna bust right through the front o' that blouse!"
Gwen slips the opened garment from her arms, wads it up and tosses it to the shore. With one hand she releases the little skirt's single button, whirls if from her hips and throws it up beside the discarded blouse.
Ha ha! Both these guys are speechless at the sight of Gwen's raw beauty.
"Here I come!" she calls-and splash!-she dives toward them.
"Hey," says Amy, "Why didn't you tell her to bring her old man with her? What are we supposed to do while you two are pawing that stuff? "
"Well, shit, call him yourself," says Mark absent-mindedly as he goes down to meet the naked blonde who is now emerging from the water, her voluptuous body sparkling wet, her thigh golden cunt beard dripping.
"Maybe I will," pouts the bare-chested brunette, and then, turning to Judy: "Goddamn, you'd think showing my tits like this would get some kind of a rise out of him. He hasn't done anything except beat the ground with that stupid hat. I'd think he was fucked out, but look at that hard-on!"
"I'm looking, I'm looking!" sighs the redhead. "Untie my top. Maybe that'll give him the idea."
"Okay."
UNA: -Hot damn! There goes the redhead's top! Ha ha! Giving me the eye-or my cock, rather. I'll bet their twats are singing for it!-boiling over! Ha ha! Never thought I'd see the day when-Jesus, look at those tits... I'd forgotten how nice they were. Shaped like footballs. She's gotten some sun since last week. All over. Her freckles are darker. Nipples too. Oh, shake 'em, baby! Shake 'em for me! Ha ha! If that's not an invitation, I never saw one.-
SYLVIA: "Well, shit," says Judy, "if that doesn't get him off his ass, nothing will!"
The two girls are standing up, looking across the water at that rigid lure.
"I think I saw it twitch." says Amy. "Shake 'em again."
"Fuck him! I'm not gonna stand here all morning shakin' my tits like an idiot. You try it."
"Mine don't shake as well. Let's show him our cunts, then."
Gwen and the two men are settling down on the blanket. Hank is already slithering out of his suit. Behind the blonde's back-she's looking at the two topless girls at the moment-Hank and Mark are pointing at their chests, silently mouthing the words, "Me first!" and "The hell you say!" and "fuck you!" and such as that. Meanwhile, Gwen reaches up and tugs on the seat of Judy's bikini bottom.
"Huh?" says Judy, looking down at the naked blonde.
"Ill give you a hint," says Gwen in a confidential tone. "If you want some o' that, you're gonna have to go over and get it."
"Why?" asks Amy. "Is he bashful or something?"
"No, nothing like that. He just thinks you oughta come to him. He's got this thing about it. See, last Saturday he-Yipe!"
Mark and Hank have pulled her down on the blanket, on her back! Mark's sucking her left tit, and Hank's sucking her right, and both of them have their hands between her legs-Ha ha! Ten wiggly fingers in her cunt!
"Last Saturday he what? " ask the girls.
But all Gwen can say is, "Ah! Mm! Oh! Oo!"-and other noises.
"Hey," says Amy, kicking her husband in the ass-which is now bare-"couldn't you guys wait until she finishes what she was saying?" But how can they reply with their mouths full of tit? Ha ha!
The two girls look at each other. Then they look at the doc. "Well, what do you think?" says Judy. "Shall we swallow our pride? "
The brunette swallows. "Mine's down."
"So is mine. Let's go!"
UNA: -Hot damn! Here they come! Crawling for it! Hee hee hee! I'm a son of a bitch! Swim, you sluts! Faster, faster! Ha ha ha!
SYLVIA: Wow! This looks more like a wrestling match than a- "Hey, boys! Boys! Ha ha! Wait a minute! Don't fight over it, I'm sure we can work something out." She tugs their hands out of her cunt and sits up.
"Well, hell," pants Hank, wiping his mouth, "I called you, so I oughta be first!"
"Shit!" says the other. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be here! Whose car is that? And whose apartment have you been living in all week, free of charge? "
"Yeah, well, whose wife have you been fucking all week, free of-?"
"How about a sandwich?" suggests Gwen, clapping her hands over their mouths.
They fall silent. She removes her hands. They look at each other. Then they look at her. Then they grin like two pigs shitting mothballs. "Yeah!" they say, both at once.
UNA: -Oh, Christ! Look at those tits bounce! Those pussies bulging at their crotches! Two bare-chested girls, coming out of the water like mermaids! Coming toward me! Ha ha! Look at that! They're blushing! They're actually-!
HEY!-LOOK OUT!-
SYLVIA: What happened?
UNA: Whew! I damn near got trampled! - Well, there they go, butts swinging, ass cracks sticking out above the seats of their bikinis, cheeks bulging out below, two little brown ones, two big freckled ones, walking straight up to the patient doctor, that shrink turned swinger, that dirty old man turned stud, who is still propped up against his tree, hands folded behind his balding dome, legs spread, his bloodshot eyes peering out from beneath half-closed lids, his you-know-what standing raw and ready.
"Hi," say the girls, a bit nervously.
"Hm?-Oh, good morning," says the doc with a yawn. "What can I do for you? "
"Well... " They break out in jug-jiggling giggles.
"Ha ha ha!" laughs the doctor, holding out his hand to the redhead. "My name is Adrian."
"I'm Judy," she says, shaking his hand.
"Yes, I know," replies our man. "Any you're Amy, I believe."
"Why yes. How did you know?"
"I'm psychic." He pulls off his pullover and unbuttons his corduroys, nodding at the trio across the lake, which is nothing but a blur of arms and legs and naked behinds-
SYLVIA: Hank is on the bottom, Mark is on the top, and Gwen is in the middle; Hank's fucking her in the cunt and Mark's fucking her in the ass. Gwen is squealing in ecstasy.
UNA: Yeah, I hear her. And the doc says: "They're getting ahead of us. Why don't you take those things off?-that is, if you want to, ah-"
"Oh, we do, we do!" say the girls, jerking down their bikini bottoms and stepping out of them in unison.
"Help me with these, will you? " says the doc, lifting his toothpick legs and pointing a bare foot at each girl. Judy takes the left leg, Amy the right, and together they pull off the doc's corduroys, leaving him bareass naked like themselves.
"Me first," says Amy, straddling those bony hips.
"Fuck you," says Judy, knocking the lithe brunette aside with a side-swing of her heavy ass. "I saw him first!"
"Well, fuck you too!" snarls Amy, grabbing Judy's long red hair and jerking her backwards. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even-!"
"Girls! Girls! Please! Let us not fight over it. Ha ha ha!" He cups his balls in his hand. "There's plenty in here for both of you. You,"-he beckons to the redhead-"come here."
"Here? " she pants, straddling those bony hips.
"Right," replies the doctor, peering up into her hairy crack and gripping her buxom hips. "And you,"-he looks at Amy and nods in the direction of his crotch-"down there."
"Like this?" asks the brunette, squatting over his twitching prick and nestling its monstrous head in the wet hot groove of her silk-fringed twat with her hands.
"No," says the doc. "Suck it first."
"Okay." But she's still rubbing it up and down on her clit...
"Ah... now, if you please," says the doc.
"Meany," says Amy, releasing the member with her cunt but not her hands, dropping to her knees between his open legs, opening her mouth and engulfing the honey-slickened cockhead with a hungry "Awm!"
-Oh, suck it baby! thinks the doc, as Judy squats slightly, lowering her fat-lipped cunt to the level of his mouth. Goddamn! Stickin' it right in my face! Bushy red gash! Wet and juicy! Smells so good! Look at that clit! Oh, sweet Jesus! She's got a bone-on! Look at it quiver! Judy moans and spreads her outer lips with her fingertips. Ah! Look at that fleshy flower! Those scalloped petals! That bud of meat! That bottomless hole! O bloom of lust! Satan be praised!
And with that he plunges in with a will, tongue first!
"Ahhhhh-uhn! Ah! Uhn!" grunts Judy, thrusting her crotch against his fluttering tongue and placing his clawlike hands on the swelling stiff-tipped spheroids of her naked bosom.
Slip, slide! Slip, slide! go Amy's O-shaped lips on the throbbing shank of the doctor's gigantic cock. Suck, slurp! Suck, slurp!-
THOTH: That's enough. It's time for my coffee break.
UNA: -What? You can't just quit right in the middle of-!
THOTH: The fuck I can't. Just because you fucking elementals can go on forever without a break, that doesn't mean I can. I wouldn't if I could. Selah.
SYLVIA: What makes you such a grouchy old fart, anyway? Why don't you just do your job like-?
THOTH: Do my job! Do my job, eh? And just what do you think I've been doing for the last six thousand years? Doing my fucking job, that's what! Do you think it's enjoyable?-do you think it's a lark being a goddamn stenographer for a bunch of hairbrained elementals?-a motherfucking amenuensis for the Dirty Old Man?-
UNA: What does he mean, 'dirty old man'?
SAL: (Whispering) He means the Old Man.
UNA: Scratch?-Hey, you better watch your mouth, pops! If Mr. Scratch hears you talking like that-
THOTH: Fuck Mr. Scratch and the horse he rode in on! I wasn't doing so bad before he came along. In the old days when I worked for Osiris (may he rest in peace) and his kid Horus (may he return in triumph!), it was nothing like this. Shit, we weighed just so many souls a day, logged 'em in and went home-just so many and no more. None of this goddamn overtime, fucked-up working conditions, irregular hours-! Then along comes this bastard in the black hat-
A VOICE FROM BELOW (Hollow, ominous): Ha ha ha ha ha!
THOTH: (Ignoring the Voice) -"Ab's the name," says he, "Ab Baddon. How'd you like to work for me?" That was in the tenth century, and times were bad; shit, if I hadn't been out of a job, I'd have turned him down flat! A more scurrilous character I never laid eyes on. But I needed the work in order to get started on my own book, so I took the job. But, by Christ, if I had-
SAL: What do you mean, 'your own book'?
THOTH: What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean just exactly what the fuck I said! I have a book to write. A great book, too! None of this cheap shit about rat-faced creeps, either!-But I don't expect a scaly little shit like you to understand that. If I had known it would come to this, if I had had the vaguest premonition that I would one day be taking dictation from a gang of degenerate elementals, by God, I never would have invented writing in the first place!
SAL: Oh, listen to this shit, will you! I suppose next you're going to tell us you don't sit there and jack off while you're writing this stuff-this "cheap shit," as you call it.
THOTH: What? Jack off? At my age? Hell, no, I don't!-not often, anyway.
SAL, UNA, SYLVIA, NAT & THE VOICE: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-!
THOTH: Well, goddamn it! Can I help it if my goddamn balls refuse to dry up? Go ahead and laugh, motherfuckers! When my book comes out, by Jesus, you'll be laughing out of the other side of your nasty little mouths! All of you put together wouldn't amount to a fart in an updraft! Goddamn upstarts! -
SAL: Shit, without us you couldn't write your way out of a paper bag. And besides, you're never gonna write anything on your own, because-
THOTH: Oh, I'm not, am I? Well, I'll have you know that one of these days-and it won't be long, either!-I'm going to bundle up these rotten scrolls and these scummy ink jars and these scratchy quills and tell old Scratch-ass to shove 'em up his shit chute! "Fuck you," I'll say. "I've got something better to do than-!"
(THE VOICE is silent but its presence is felt during a momentary hush.)
UNA: Uh... Yeah, well, while you're raving, old man, it might interest you to know that Dr. Livveresh is pumping his load down Amy's throat and-
THOTH: It doesn't interest me a goddamn bit. I'm going for coffee.
SYLVIA: Well, here we are again, one two-hour coffee break later-
THOTH: Just skip the sarcasm, how about it?
SYLVIA: Kiss my ass. It's two hours later, about eleven, and the doc and Gwen are in their car, on their way home. He would have liked to stay longer, but Gwen is due to come down in an hour or so, and little Ruthie has to be picked up from the nursery at-
THOTH: Fuck it. Selah. I quit.
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THE SECOND PART
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CHAPTER X
(Saturday afternoon, the twentieth day of October, the year 1984, in the bombshelter beneath the Livveresh estate)
NAT: It's quiet down here-except for the music and the fuck noises. No action topside?
SYLVIA: Of course not, Nat. The Blacks have been driven back. There hasn't been an air strike since yesterday morning. People are out walking around. The ruins are smoking beautifully in the afternoon sun, and everybody's celebrating. Curfew has been set forward two hours, and Ruthie is attending a book-burning at the Church this evening.
SAL: Why is it gnomes never seem to get the word?
NAT: Hey, fuck you. What the hell do I care what goes on up there? Anybody that'd live above ground nowadays is screwed up in the head, anyway.
SAL: Now listen, you little mole's turd-!
THOTH: Ah-ah-ah, little friends, Heh heh heh! Still at each other's throats, I see. We must stay on the track now, mustn't we?-or else there'll be the devil to pay, in a manner of speaking. Heh heh heh!
NAT: Fuck you too, you stork-nosed smart-ass.
THOTH: Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names-
NAT: Oh, shut up. The party's getting underway down here. Old Doc Livveresh has a buxom little brunette down on the rug, and he's in the process of burrowing up between her legs. His arms and shoulders are out of sight under her skirt, and-
UNA: You'd better tell about the skirt. Fashions have changed since we left off on this.
NAT: Yeah, that's right. Well, it's a long Republican skirt-all the skirts are long these days, some tight, some full, but all long, down to the ankles. Tops are high-necked and usually long-sleeved, even here in Florida-even underground they wear long sleeves, even when the air conditioners are knocked out. That's only the "public" style, though, as the humans call it; in private, and in little get-togethers like this one, they wear all manner of "indecent" garb-glass gauze wrap dresses, hip skirts, G-strings, net smocks, and what have you. All this falls under the category of "orgywear"-that's the in word this year.
This brunette the doc has in his clutches, her skirt is very full-full of the doc, at the moment-
THOTH: A bit of humor, eh?
NAT: I'm surprised you recognized it.
THOTH: It was a wild guess.
NAT: Piss on you. Her skirt's very full, I say, and quite modest in that you can't see through it like some of the other skirts in the room-but she makes up for it above the waist: she's wearing a blouse of the same color as her skirt-purple-with a high neck and long full sleeves.
UNA: How does that make up for it?
NAT: There are two large holes cut in the front through which her bare tits protrude.
UNA: Ah.
NAT: And while the doc is rooting around in her crotch, a certain-
MEMPHIS: Has he pulled out his cock yet?
NAT: No. Who said that?
(No answer. Pause.)
A certain, uh, a certain slim blonde in a tasseldress is taking advantage of the holes-the ones in the front of the little brunette's blouse by sucking her tits. I think the blonde is the daughter of one of the couples here. The brunette is Emmy Stover, and her husband Charlie is here too. He's on a swingbed with Gwen; she's on top of him, on her knees, straddling his narrow chest-he's just a little guy-playing with his prick while he licks her asshole. Both of them are bareass.
Gwen is thirty-nine now, but you'd never know it. The potion has kept her young. Her tits are still round and full, hardly more sag to them than when she was twenty-five; her waist has not thickened, there is no slack flesh on her heavy thighs and buttocks; the lines in her face only seem to enhance her beauty; even her golden-fleeced cunt is none the worse for wear-of which it has had plenty during the interim.
As for the doc-well, maybe he doesn't look any worse than he ever did: age does little to a prune; but he certainly doesn't look any better. His ratty little face is sharper than ever, his beady eyes drawn close against the bridge of his beak, his cheeks hollow, his lips drawn. His hair is gone except for a gray fringe around the base of his knobby skull, and his frame looks as though it is constructed of dry twigs fastened together with rubberbands. Of course he's ten years older than his wife, and he hasn't had the benefit of a youth-preserving aphrodisiac. For a forty-nine-year-old man I suppose he's in fairly good shape; certainly his sexual capabilities don't seem to have diminished, the way he's going after that cunt. He's thrashing around under her skirt like a goose in a sack.
"Oh, Dr. Liversauce!" she sighs as he nibbles on her clit.
The skirt flies up and the doctor's bald dome appears. "That's Livveresh, goddamn it!"
SYLVIA: He's more irritable than before.
NAT: Yes. His ears are as red as beets, and his neck is throbbing. -Stupid cunts! he thinks, glaring at her. My reputation is known the world over! I have been recommended by the Junta! General August himself is my patient! Why can't these hair-brained bitches remember my goddamn name? "WHY IS IT SO MOTHERFUCKING HARD TO REMEMBER A SIMPLE-!"
"Adrian," says his wife, looking up from Charlie's cock.
"WHAT?" shouts the doc.
"Don't shout, dear."
"YOU JUST STICK THAT COCK BACK IN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH AND SHUT UP OR I'LL-!" -pour out your potion- that's what he was going to say.
The room is silent. Now Emmy speaks in a timid voice: "I-I'm sorry, D-Dr. Liver... what was it?"
"Call me Adrian," says the doc in disgust, plunging back into her foaming crotch, boring into her fuckhole with his tongue and biting savagely into the tender flesh of her labia. "OHHHHH-!"
"Hear this! Hear this!" crackles the loudspeaker. All motion stops; heads lift from crotches; rumps pause in mid-stroke. "The Blacks have launched a counterattack on the rear defenses of West Sago Beach. Do not panic: air support has been called in. Liberty is suspended. All citizens are advised to remain in their shelters until further notice. Repeat: all citizens are-"
"Jesus, they're getting close," somebody says.
"Yeah," says somebody else, "maybe we'd better-"
"SHIT!" shouts the doctor, cunt froth spraying from his lips. "There's nothing to worry about! How can we lose with old-?" He breaks off; everyone is looking at him. He was going to say: with old Scratch on our side.
THE VOICE (Soft, yet strangely close): Ha ha ha ha ha!
NAT: What was that? I'm hearing things again. Must be getting old. Aloud, he says: "-with old General August in the White House?"
A man and a woman on the floor near the doctor look at each other. The man says: "There's no White House any more, Doc. It was bombed when the-"
"Well, White Sands then, Goddamn it! You know what I mean!"
The woman whispers to the man: "He's getting senile."
-I heard that! thinks the doctor. Look at all these idiots. Ought to throw 'em out, the lot of 'em! One good bomb would... "Ah, fuck it," he mutters under his breath; and in a louder voice: "Look, there's nothing to worry about. We're all safe down here. Let's get this show back on the road! Come on, everybody, live it up!"
They agree, more or less, and the orgy continues. Mouths return to crotches, rumps grind into motion again, and the doc, tearing the skirt free of Emmy's hips and snatching the tasseldress from the body of the skinny blonde, dives again into the hairy swamp between those pudgy little thighs.
"Oh, Adrian!" gasps Emmy, spreading her legs as far as they will spread and thrusting her wooly cunt against the doc's smacking lips.
"Oh, Emmy!" says the blonde, wrapping her small hands around one of the older girl's fat little titties and covering the bulging pink nipple with her rosebud lips.
"Yum, yum!" says the doc, coming up for air, and going back for more. Seeing the apparent return of his ardor, Gwen smiles her approval, rotates her body, and spindles her shaggy cunt on Charlie's eager prick; but the doc's outward appearance is deceiving. -How monotonous this becomes, he's thinking. The short ones, the tall ones, the big-titted ones, the flat-chested ones, the redheads, the blondes, the brunettes, the dick-lickers, the butt-suckers-stand 'em on their hands and they all look like sisters. By Christ, it gets downright boring sometimes. And then when they can't even pronounce your fucking name-! Not a cunt hair's difference between any of 'em. Except for...
He cups Emmy's chubby little butt cheeks in his hands and strokes her shuddering clit with the hook of his nose, probing deep up her tube with his tongue and thinking: -Oh, Ruthie! Mm! How sweet your little hole is! How hot and tight and-!
UNA: Huh? That's not Ruthie, it's-
NAT: I know it, goddamn it!-
THOTH: Temper, temper. Hee hee hee!
NAT: Get fucked, you-you old failure!
SYLVIA: Aw, don't be so rough on him, Nat. It wasn't really his fault he didn't get to write his book. He's got his contract to honor just like the rest of us. You can't blame him for being a little bitter.
NAT: Yeah, well, maybe I get bitter too sometimes, but I don't make an ass out of myself taking it out on others with sarcastic remarks. Just because he was stupid enough to think he could quit doesn't mean we should have to take all that shit off him.
SAL: Yeah, we all get to feeling like the doc once in a while, but what the fuck can we do about it? Sometimes I feel like telling 'em to take this astral body I wanted so goddamn bad and stick it up-
(THE VOICE: a low, hollow hiss.)
Uh-better get on with it.
NAT: Yeah. Uh-as I said, I know the doc's not eating his daughter, but that's his fantasy; it helps to keep him going. -How delicious you are! Your breasts are so full and round-better than your mother's! Your nipples are so pink, so delicate! Mm! Does that feel good, Ruthie? Does it make your little ass quiver when I do this to your pussy with my tongue? Does it-?
A movement has caught the doc's eye: a door sliding back. He looks up. Standing in the open doorway, wide-eyed, her mouth open in horror, stands Ruthie.
Oh, shit!- For a heavy awkward moment the full-bodied fourteen-year-old blonde, standing there with her feet together, dressed primly in a white, long-skirted, long-sleeved, high-necked church dress, a Bible tucked under her arm, her golden tresses bound in a bun at the back of her lovely head, looks from her father's cunt-smeared face to her mother's naked ass, the root of Charlie's cock showing at the mouth of her cunt, and then she utters a little cry of anguish, turns and runs from the room.
"RUTHIE!" cries the doctor, struggling to disentangle himself from Emmy's pudgy legs. "WAIT!" -Oh, my God-!
THOTH: Selah, little friends. Time for our ten-second break.
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CHAPTER XI
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THOTH: Okay, time's up! Off your butts and on your feet!
NAT: Why don't you take a flying fuck at the moon?
THOTH: Love to. Hee hee! But unfortunately the call of duty-
NAT: Can it. The doc has run from the room, hot on the kid's trail. Gwen is confused, being quite high on her potion. "What's the matter with them?" she says. "Why didn't Ruthie come in and join the fun?"
Everybody avoids her gaze, because they understand the situation perfectly. The doc has given them all specific orders never to mention these orgies in Ruthie s presence, or in Gwendolyn's either-that's Gwendolyn, not Gwen. Someone mutters: "She must have come back from the book burning when the announcement came." Another whispers: "Probably heard the doc shouting and came down to see what was going on." Gwen says: "Oh, well," and throws her big ass into motion again, whereupon the mumbling pause ends and everyone goes back to diddling. Ill go see what old rat-face is up to...
Ah, there he goes! Running down the corridor, shouting, "RUTHIE! RUTHIE!" Every time he comes to a door, he throws it open. Every room is empty. -Where can she have gone? "RUTHIE! Ruthie, please! Don't hide from Daddy, honey! Let me explain! It's not like it-! Ah! There you are."
He's found her in one of the guest rooms near the end of the corridor. She's sitting on the edge of a bed, her face in her hands, weeping. The Bible is in her lap. The doc sits down beside her.
"Get away from me, you-you dirty old man!"
"Now, now, Ruthie, take it easy, honey. Let Daddy explain-"
"Explain? (Sob!) There's nothing to explain! I saw everything! Everything! Oh-! (Sob, sob, sob!)"
"Yes, yes, my child," soothed the doctor, "but seeing is not always understanding."
"Oh, I (sob!) understand, all right! I understand that there are vile, sinful, dirty people in the (sob!) world, and that my own house is full of them! And that my own parents are-! Oh-(sob, sob!)"
"There, there, sugar-"
"Get your nasty hands off me!"
"Er, sorry." He rubs his chin, thinking, My God, her tits are growing!... " Whap!-he slaps himself in the face. How can I think such thoughts at a time like this?
Ruthie peers between her tear-soaked fingers to see what made the sound. "What was (sob!) that?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing. Now, Ruthie, listen-just stop crying now and let your old man have his say."
"(Sob!)"
"Now, Ruthie, I am a psychiatrist, as you know-a well-known psychiatrist, a famous one even. General August himself is my patient.-"
"He is not."
"He is too. Well, at least he has consulted me. Once. But the point is, when such important people come to a doctor for help and advice, it would behoove that doctor's own daughter to take heed when he offers her such help and advice free of charge."
"Oh, you're not going to charge me anything? How nice of you! Oh- (sob, sob!)"
"Now, Ruthie, you know I didn't mean it that way. The time has come for us to discuss the facts of life, that is to say-sex. Now Freud tells us that-"
"The Bible"-she shakes it in his face-"tells us that-!"
"DO NOT INTERRUPT YOUR FATHER"-he flaps his hands against his sides like an angry chicken-"WHEN HE'S-" -Hm. What's this? Hm. Would I dare? No. No. I wouldn't. Or would I? No. Of course I was going to use it eventually, but not until-
UNA: What's all this?
NAT: When he was flapping his arms, his left hand came in contact with a little bulge in his pants pocket. It was the clear phial of green liquid-Gwen's potion. For some time now he has had secret plans to use it on his daughter as soon as his wife was out of the way-that is, as soon as Memphis comes to collect her.
SYLVIA: I thought he didn't really believe in the contract.
NAT: That part he wants to believe, because lately he's grown sick of her-not only of Gwendolyn, who has become more sickeningly religious and prudish than ever, as witnessed by the way she has raised Ruthie, but also of Gwen with her insatiable cunt and her punching-bag tits-he wants to believe, so he does. You know these humans, they believe what they want to believe.
Anyway, he was going to wait until the old lady was out of the way; then he could have his way with little Ruthie without complications.
UNA: Isn't he overlooking something?
NAT: Sure. Just like old Thoth did when he signed up. Just like we did when they offered us these bodies.
SAL, UNA & SYLVIA: True, true.
NAT: Everybody always overlooks something...
Well, in any case, the old doc's thinking maybe he might go ahead with his plan now, rather than wait: an early trial, he thinks, a test run. Hm. Yes. Might not be such a bad idea after all. Gwen won't come down till morning. We'll have the whole night. They won't miss me at the orgy. Hm. A whole night with her. Look at these tits! Didn't realize how big they were getting. God, what a mouthful one of those plump little things would be! The way they swell when she sobs. Mm. Wonder how much fuzz she's got between those beautiful legs...
"Ah... heh heh, sorry I yelled at you, honey. I've been a bit irritable lately, what with the War and all."
"It's a noble cause! (Sob!) Those black savages must be destroyed. The country must be made safe for decent God-fearing-"
"Sure, sure, honey. Now, you just sit tight for a minute, and Daddy'll get you a nice cold drink of water. Be right back. Heh heh heh."
He goes to the wall dispenser, punches some ice cubes into a glass, fills it with water, slips the phial out of his pocket-his back is to the girl-and adds one, two, three... six... eight, nine drops to the contents, thinking, Heh heh heh! That ought to do it. What a bastard I am! Hee hee hee! Hope she doesn't notice the green...
"Here you are, sugar. Drink up."
"Why is it green? "
"Hm? Green? Oh-heh heh-that's just something I put in it to sooth your nerves. You've had quite a shock."
"Well, I'm surprised you realize that. (Sob!)" She takes the glass... Drinks... "Bla! It's bitter."
"Mm hm, but it'll make you feel better." Heh heh heh! "Much better."
She takes another swallow... "Oh!" She blinks her eyes and clutches her Bible. The doc holds his breath. She drains the glass. "Ah!"
"That's a good girl. Heh heh heh! Feel better already, don't you?"
"No."
"Sure you do, sure you do. Now, just lie back and relax... There we are." She slumps back on the pillow, and the doc lifts her feet to the bed, removing her hightop shoes in the process. "Here, I'll take that." He lays hold of the Bible. She clutches it momentarily to her breast-a reflex action-and then releases it. Daddy places it on the nightstand, has an unformed thought, and puts it into a drawer. Ha! What a superstitious old fool he is at heart.
"Now then,"-he sits down beside her-"let's see if we can't clear up a few things. It is perfectly understandable that an innocent young thing like yourself would be shocked at the sight of an orgy, since the existence of these quite commonplace affairs is not acknowledged by either school or church. Actually, they represent a quite natural biological phenomenon. You see, Ruthie-here, let's loosen your things." He leans forward and begins unbuttoning the front of her dress. "You look as though you're choking to death."
"Wh-what are you doing, Daddy?"
"Hm? Why, I'm loosening your things, as I said."
"Oh." Her hands move from her sides as though to stop him, then fall back. Some of the rigidity has gone out of her body. Now he has her unbuttoned to the waist. Her full round breasts swell up firm and creamy above her plain white slip and bust-depressing bra.
-Oh, Christ! "There, isn't that better?"
The ghost of a smile quivers at the corners of her unpainted lips. "Mm hm."
-It's working! It's working! "Ah-yes, a biological phenomenon. Because, you see, my child, the church may pronounce sex a sin, and General August and his Junta may issue decrees against it, and the Population Controllers may make all the raids they like, and the Medical Corps may condemn it as a spreader of the Plague, but if any of these authorities believe that they can by these measures, or any measure, no matter how stringently enforced, suppress mankind's most basic biological need, they are deceived. Yes, they are quite deceived. Why, these authorities themselves attend orgies, just like everyone else! Does that surprise you?"
Ruthie thinks for a moment. The doc notices that her legs are further apart than before. "No," she says-
-It's working! It's working!
-"I guess not."
"Then it should be no more surprising that your parents, who are no less human than anyone else, should likewise indulge in such pleasures. Should it?"
She looks at him. Her left hand is toying with her belt buckle. "I guess not."
-Hot damn! I feel like a schoolboy again!-the schoolboy I never was-the heavy-hung cuntsman seducing a virgin! He clears his throat. "Good. Now the fact that you understand what I have said, is a clear indication that such thoughts-thoughts of sex, I mean-have not been altogether absent from your mind. True?"
Now her smile is undisguised. She looks up at him from beneath half-closed unfluttering eyelashes. "Yes. That's true. Last week a boy... Christ, it's hot in here. Unbutton my shirt for me, will you, Daddy?"
With trembling fingers he works on the long row of buttons, starting at the hem and working upwards. As he does so, Ruthie unbuckles her belt and drags it from her waist. Now her dress is open all the way. She sits up and unpins her hair. It tumbles down about her shoulders in long golden waves. A lustrous strand of it falls over one eye. -Oh, God! I can't believe this is happening! It's just like in the beginning, when it was all new and exciting and impossible!
The doc is speechless with lust as the girl shrugs her shoulders free of the dress and draws her arms from the sleeves. She breaks the silence, her voice level and calm: "Well, anyway, I started to tell you about this boy that goes to our church. In the annex last week-I was doing some work down there, all alone-this boy sneaks up behind me and puts his hands on my... he grabbed my... these." She cups her hands over her breasts.
"Tits!" croaks the doc.
"Yeah, he grabbed my tits. He hurt me, but... "
"But?"
"Well-wait, lemme get this stupid thing off."
-Yeah! Yeah!
The girl pulls the long slip up to her luscious thighs, rises to her knees, and pulls it off over her head... Now she's on her back again, and this time her legs are spread wide. A hot thigh presses against the doc's gaunt hip.
"Well," she goes on, a sly grin on her pretty face, "it hurt, like I say, but I kind of enjoyed it." She giggles. "He put his hand between my legs too, and he held me tight so I couldn't get away. It felt... funny, his hand between my legs." She slips her hand into the waistband of her panties. The doc watches it moving beneath the opaque cloth, hypnotized by its crotchward progress. "I hadn't ever had a boy's hand between my... mm... " Her finger must be in her slit! "-between my legs before." Her hips are rising and falling in the subtlest undulation. Suddenly she giggles and withdraws her hand. There is moisture on her middle finger. "I'd better stop that," she says, giggling some more. "If I keep doing it, something will happen."
"Wh-what?"
"Well, you get this funny feeling. It makes you sort of shake all over for a minute. Then it stops."
"Do you do that often? " As casually as possible he lays his hand on the little mound of pussy. Her body flexes beneath his touch, but she does not protest.
"I don't know," she says thoughtfully. "Is once a night often?"
That seems to have broken the ice. They are both laughing. The doc hunches over her like a vulture and gives her a fatherly kiss on the cunt. She giggles all the harder. He pulls down the elastic of her panties and kisses her in the middle of her belly.
"Oo, Daddy! Ha ha ha! That tickles!"
He's astraddle her waist now, kissing her between the tits, swabbing the sweet close groove with his tongue. Still laughing, she reaches up and pulls the bra straps from her shoulders. The doc hooks his talons into the tops of the cups and pulls, but nothing happens: they seem to be framed with steel mesh.
"Shit," says the doc, panting in spite of himself, "if you had one of these on when that kid squeezed your boobies, he couldn't have felt very much!"
"I know. Mama makes me wear these goddamn things. Shall I ... shall I take it off?" The doc opens his mouth to speak, but his jaw is trembling so that he can't get a word out. She smiles. "Ill take it off," she says, reaching back for the hooks. "What the fuck?"
It's off. -Great God! Look at those things! Oh, Ruthie! They're so big! So smooth! So firm! And round! Little pink nipples! - "Do you... " Her voice is sober now, almost timid, free of giggles; she's looking at him looking at her tits. "... do you like them, Daddy? "
"... Oh, Ruthie!" He clutches them in his hands and sucks her right nipple into his maw.
"Oh, Daddy!"
"Um, mum!" Smack! Smack! He's gobbling her up! Mauling her tits! Going from one nipple to the other! Sucking, squeezing, biting, chewing, drooling, gasping, panting, wheezing-!
"Daddy?"
"... Huh?"
"You know that fat girl you were with?"
"You mean, Emmy? Yeah, (pant! gasp!) what about her?"
"What were you doing to her?"
"What was I-?" Aha! So she wants me to eat her! Oh, Adrian, you scurrilous dog, you! "Want me to show you, Ruthie, you luscious little cunt?"
She giggles at being called that by her father, nodding her head at the same time. "Yeah, I'd like you to show me. It's called cunt-lapping, isn't it?"
"Yeah!" grunts the doctor, tearing off her panties and nuzzling in among the sparse, silky, spun-gold hedgerows bordering the dainty lips of her virgin vulva!
-I am eating her! I am eating her pussy! Ruthie's pussy! Oh, Ruthie! Yum, yum! How sweet you are! Like hot honey! Milk and honey! Oh, she likes it! She loves it!
Hee hee hee! Mm! Oh, shake, baby, shake! She's getting it! She's coming! "Um, um, um, um!" Lap, lap, lap! Lappitty, lappitty, lap! He's slurping it up! Her whole body is bouncing up and down on the bed! Her legs are up in the air! Shivering, jerking, kicking-!
"Ahhh... "
-Whew! Never thought a fourteen-year-old could come like that! Wow!-
"Daddy?"
"(Pant!) Huh?"
"Will you fuck me now?"
My God, she's insatiable! "Now?"
"Oh, yes! Please! I want to see how a dick feels in my pussy! I've heard the other girls talk about it at Sunday school! It must be wonderful! Oh, show me your dick, Daddy! Let me see it! I want to look at it, and feel it, before you stick it in me! Oh-!"
She's got him down on his back, tearing at his fly! He's laughing, pretending to try to fight her off, thinking, Wait'll you see it, kid! Just wait'll it springs out of there and clubs you in the eye! Ha ha! Oh, I can almost feel those tight juicy hot little cunt lips wrapping around it, her thin little maidenhead stretching over the head, splitting-! Ah, how she'll squeal when it-!
"Hey, where the hell is it?"
The doctor freezes. Fear grips his spine and petrifies his nerve-ends. "Huh?"
"I say, where in the fuck is it? I can't seem to-"
The doc springs into action. Knocking her aside, he leaps to his feet. "Wait a moment-heh heh-just a moment while I... " With his back to her he hunches forward and thrusts a trembling claw into his open fly... Oh, my God. There's nothing there but a two-inch nub.
But that's impossible! What happened to my beautiful-? It must have worn off! Gotta have another dose! What a time for this to happen! Shit!-
"Er-Ruthie, now you just sit tight for a minute-just for a minute! Daddy's got to go get something from the house! Don't go away now! You hear? Just lay there and-and finger yourself or something till I get back! Don't go away now!"
And zoom, he is gone, racing up the corridor like a maniac, his shirt tail flapping out behind.
THOTH: Selah.
NAT: Thank God.
THOTH: (Scribbling in the margin) Ah, the price, the price, Dr. Ratface. Poor old bastard. We must all pay the price, every motherless one of us. How weary I am. How much longer must I endure? When will the ink dry up, the scrolls crack and wither in the sun? I console myself with the knowledge that this drudgery of mine will end long before theirs-those wise-ass elementals. Already the book-burning has begun. A good sign. Ah, but it is a hollow consolation. We are all in the same vat when you come right down to it. The salamander longs to become fire again, the undine to dissolve once more into her original state, the sylph to vaporize into the sweet nothingness of a summer breeze, the gnome to solidify into the primeval rock-and I? I long for the death of consciousness. The sweet death of words. Bah, how this scribbling cramps my joints! How it clogs my bowels! And I had such grand plans for myself. Once upon a time. A return to my ancient prominence. A great Book I would write. Centuries in the planning. A Book that would shake the world to its foundations, a Book that would alter both Heaven and Hell- Ha! A pipe dream. Well, fuck it then. We grow weary. The world grows weary. Even old Scratch-maybe even he grows bored, sick of it all. Maybe. And yet we push on. Because the whole fucking machine is out of whack, cockeyed, off balance. We're like a gang of rats on a treadmill, and some diabolical idiot keeps oiling the cogs. No doubt he has a hard-on. Ah, but it will all end one day. The created fire will become ice, the jeweled sky will become a slag heap, the cogs will jam, the pages will decay, the pricks shrivel, the balls drop off, the cunts dry up, the words fade... And then I suppose it will start all over again, eh? Another song, very similar to the last. "May I have this dance, miss?" Ha. Shit. Meanwhile,
-the elemental creatures go
Around my table to and fro-
-we push on.
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CHAPTER XII
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THOTH: Okay, girls and boys! Break it up! Back to work!
SAL: Here comes the doc! Flying up the stairs, taking four steps at a stride. Sheer panic on his face. Ha ha! Wham!-he bursts through the door, straight through a wall of flame! Ha! He was moving so fast his clothes didn't even catch fire! He doesn't feel a thing. He's heading straight for the-
NAT: What's going on up there?
SAL: An air raid, numb-nuts! What do you think? It's beautiful! We took a hit square in the middle of the west wing-demolished the whole rear part of the house!-And the rest of it is going up in smoke. Those pilots are terrific; anything within ten miles of the enemy is fair game. Ha ha! I haven't had so much fun since Rome burned! Ah... if only it would last...
THOTH: Tch, tch. No time for daydreaming, my slithy tove.
SAL: Kiss my ass, shithead. Besides, it's night, not day.
THOTH: (Muttering to himself) It's always night down here....
SAL: -Goddamn idiots and their goddamn bombs! thinks the doctor, pausing just long enough to beat out the blaze of his flaming shirttail. It's annoying as- He stops again. A roof beam crashes down at his feet. He ignores it. A horrible thought has flashed through the turbulent whirlpool of his mind.
-as hell.
Hell.
What's the date? I've lost track. It's Saturday, Saturday the ... No, it couldn't be.
He continues his headlong rush toward his study, thinking, And even if it is, what am I worried about? Ha! All the better! With the old lady out of the way-! He bursts into the smoking room, his mind spinning.
He tears open a drawer in his flaming desk, coughing and choking from the smoke, snatches out the green phial of clear liquid, jerks off the cork and- Oh, no! No, it can't be! It can't-!
The phial of course is quite empty. Ha ha! Wow, this fire is terrific! Here I go up through the roof in a fountain of flame! WHEEEEE!-
THE FIRE: Sputter! Hiss! Crackle! Roar-!
SAL: -Here I come! ZOOOOOOM! Hee hee hee!... Ah, if only it were the real thing-
NAT: Here he comes down the stairs again, staggering into the corridor in a belch of smoke. Running like a- Wait. He skidded to a halt; he's running back to the door of the orgy room, unlocking the peephole with trembling fingers, opening it...
-She's still there! Still alive! But-but it's time! It must be! This is the twentieth of October! Fourteen years after-! It was on the nineteenth! The nineteenth! Yesterday she should have-! And yet-there she is! Getting fucked in the ass by Commissioner Shiply! I should have read the fine-
Another horrible thought-more horrible than the last.
-No. She said... let me think, let me think... Snatches of Memphis's sales pitch trickle up from his memory cells: "-them Bible slappers-specially them female kind with the big boobies-and them sweet thighs they won't open for love n'r money-them tight juicy loveholes-and that long blonde hair-" That long blonde hair! Big tits-! Oh, no, no. She meant Gwendolyn, surely she meant Gwendolyn-why, she even said so-l think. Or did she? Can't remember. Goddamn it, I just can't remember! If only I'd read the goddamn fine print!-But if she meant Gwen, why the fourteen years? Why would she have had to wait fourteen years if-?
A fireball from the conflagration above crashes through the open doorway at the head of the stairs and comes tumbling into the corridor with a splatter of sparks, but the doc doesn't even hear it. He's dashing on toward the room where he left Ruthie. Now he sees that the door is-
-The door is open!
"Ruthie! Ruthie! Where are you? I told you not to-!" Finding nothing in the little room but his daughter's discarded clothing, the doc bursts out into the corridor again, wild-eyed and black with soot. He's about to start searching the other rooms-but wait: he sees something strange.
How did that door get there! There was never a door-
An image flickers at the roots of his inflamed eyes: an image of a super voluptuous raven-haired stark naked woman removing books from a bookshelf and opening a sliding panel where no sliding panel had existed before. Fourteen years ago. He's remembering how the next day he had removed those same books and searched for the panel. It was not there. He had replaced the books and forgotten about it. Until now.
Standing almost in a crouch, his bony knees knocking with fear, he puts out a smoke-blackened hand toward the new door at the end of the corridor. Over the door frame he notices a bronze plaque. There is an inscription engraved on it. As he is about to read it, the door opens with a hollow sigh.
Before him stretches a long winding tunnel hewn from black rock and lit by flickering firelight from an unseen source.
"Ruthie?" he called in a voice barely audible. There is no answer. Except his own echo. He steps into the narrow passageway. The door hisses shut behind him. "Oh-!"
Oh, shit. What's happening? Where the hell am I?...
"Ruthie?"
No answer.
He starts forward on tiptoe...
Ah. I like it in here. Very nice. Very dark. I wish I could stay here.
THOTH: Sorry, little fellow, but we have much work ahead of us. Think of all the rat-faced clients who are patiently awaiting our tender attention in the upper-
NAT: Bite my butt, you sarcastic old fart!
THE VOICE: Ha ha ha!
NAT: The doctor has come into a wide place in the passageway. Off to his left the flickering light seems brighter. He calls to his daughter again, hesitates... Now he's going toward the light. The rocky floor slopes downward. The further he goes the steeper it becomes. He proceeds at an uneven pace, stopping often...
"Oh, my G-!"
A rumbling roar, like thunder, cuts off his words. He is standing at the brink of a vast pit. Dismal figures are moving in aimless circles among the shadows at the bottom. His frightened eye lights on one of the figures-a woman, a bottle blonde with a lithe figure and enormous breasts.
Why that looks like... It is! It's Mary Lafayette! Why it's been years since I...
The woman is naked, chained spread-eagle to the floor of the pit. Tiny black creatures with long tails and gnashing jaws full of sharp teeth are swarming over her bosom, chewing on her nipples, and she is crying out in agony-"Daddy! Oh, Daddy!-" Over and over again, the chant broken only by occasional shrieks of hysterical laughter. The doctor turns away from this bloody sight and shuffles off along the brink of the pit, his mind numb, his body wracked with pain...
I wonder how far I'll have to go. I should have known. I should have pieced it together long ago. Oh, well. Maybe it was worth it. Yes. Yes, by God, it was worth it!
His tired shrill laughter echoes through the winding shaft.
But I wonder how far I'll have to-
Hey, wait a minute. There's an old guy down there that looks a lot like the doc-axe nose, skinny ass, knobby knees-and he's staggering around with his hands out in front of him, as if he's... yeah, he's blind, blind as a bat. Ha ha! I'm a son of a bitch if it isn't old Mr. Kline, the rat-faced phantom! Remember him? The invisible rapist, scourge of the prick-teasers. Ha ha! Poor bastard. There are naked women and girls all around him, keeping just out of reach of his groping hands. Every now and then he touches a tit or a cunt and begins foaming at the mouth, grinning like an idiot. Shit, it doesn't seem fair... Oh, well, I'd better catch up with the Doc...
There he goes into another tunnel.
"Pst!" It's Memphis, sticking her head out of a crack in the wall up ahead, one big bare tit glowing like a hot coal. "Over here, sugar! This way!" She flashes her bare ass at him and disappears.
The doc peers into the crack. It is just wide enough for his scarecrow body. He squeezes in and proceeds into the darkness, wondering how Memphis managed to get through with her big ass and her moon-melon tits. She is nowhere in sight now. There is a spark of light ahead. He pushes on...
Ah. Now he's at the edge of a vast bowl-like area, a sort of arena. Around the edge, their arms linked, he sees a circle of weird-looking men and women, stamping their feet in time to a strange little jig played on a pipe and a drum. Inside this circle, skipping and dancing around its perimeter, he sees a swarthy-skinned man wearing nothing but a black top hat. His feet are cloven, and his ass is hairy. He has a cock on him even longer than the doc's used to be.
He is chasing a naked blonde girl, who is screaming in terror-or is she giggling with glee? It's hard to tell. This girl of course is Ruthie.
-Ruthie!
Old goat-foot makes a grab for her and catches her by the ankle. Down she goes!
-Ruthie!
She's spreading her legs! His hairy fingers are scratching in her golden-haired crotch, parting the sweet tender lips, poking at the taut unbroken hymen!
"Oh, stick it in! Stick it in, you devil you! Don't torture me!"
THE VOICE: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
NAT: Taking one of her plump ripe tits in his left hand and his monstrous club-headed cock in the other, the black-hatted ravisher stirs her twat into a boiling froth and- Wait. The doc looks back up the crack through which he came. Now he looks again at the brutal scene before him. He-Ha! There he goes! Running toward the arena. He's yelling at the top of his lungs!
"RUTHIE! RUTHIE, WAIT! WAIT FOR ME!-"
THE VOICE: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-!
UNA: Nat?
NAT: Yeah?
UNA: What did it say on that plaque over the door?
NAT: "Abandon hope, ye who enter here."
UNA: Oh, that.
THOTH: Selah.
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EPILOGUE
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THOTH: Excerpt from the Sago Beach Sun, October 30, 1984:
A double funeral service will be held today at 4 p.m. at the White Methodist Church in West Sago Beach for the world renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Adrian Livverdish, and his daughter Ruth Ann.
Dr. Livverfish and his daughter were killed in the bombshelter of their home last week in a conflagration resulting from the accidental release of an incendiary bomb by a friendly aircraft on its way to the fire fight. The pilot, Capt. Frank Stein of the Avenging Angels, said, "It was necessary to lighten the load." It was contested by local authorities as to whether it had been absolutely necessary to lighten it directly over the Livverdash estate, but-etc.
All right, go ahead.
SYLVIA: Gwendolyn is just returning home from the funeral. She is staying at the apartment of a friend-a couple from the church. She enters the dark apartment, goes straight to her bedroom and switches on the light.
She places her Bible on the dresser and removes her hat and veil. Her eyes are red from weeping. She is dressed all in black: a long straight dress that reaches to her ankles, square-heeled black shoes, and long black gloves. She's sitting down on the bed, removing her shoes. Her face is expressionless.
Now she's unzipping the dress. Taking it off. Underneath, her voluptuous figure is strapped and harnessed into immobility by her steel-boned undergear.
Taking off her shin-length slip, she goes to the dresser; there is a pitcher of ice water and a glass. She pours half a glass and sets the pitches down.
She's opening a drawer now... Taking something out... It's a little green phial of clear liquid. With an eyedropper she carefully squeezes nine drops into the glass ... and drinks it.
"Ah."
She unhooks her bra and tosses it on the floor. It makes a thunk when it hits. She's stepping out of her panties. Looking at herself in the mirror. She smooths down the golden mattress on her prominent cunt hump, presses her palms to her nicely rounded belly, and cups her big still-firm tits in her hands, stroking the jutting nipples with her thumbs...
-And to think that he wanted me to ruin them by giving suck to that brat. Healthier, he said. Shit. He just wanted to see me pull them out. She laughs aloud. What an old fool he was.
She laughs again and opens a drawer. It is full of lace and silk, blacks, reds, greens. She selects a short scoop-necked see-through dress of red net, slips it on over her naked body, examines herself in the mirror, giving her lightly veiled cunt a little jerk and her big tits a little shake, smiles again, turns away, puts her Bible in a drawer beside her late husband's diary, throws a long brown coat about her shoulders, steps into a pair of spike-heeled sandals, and leaves the apartment.
