Jackie Trenton slammed the bowl down in front of her husband, scattering some of the cereal on to the blue checked tablecloth. Her lips were pressed tightly together and her large gray eyes shone with unshed tears. Shaking her thick auburn hair, she sat down heavily, emitting a sigh.
"Now what is it?" Vic finally said, looking at her for the first time that morning.
Here it comes, he thought, this morning's little act. What'll it be this time?
"N-nothing," Jackie mumbled, determinedly spooning sugar into her coffee. Vic returned to his cereal and silence reigned in the small sunlit kitchen. Minutes later as Vic rose from the table and reached for his briefcase, he was conscious of Jackie following him.
"You bastard!" she hurled, suddenly.
"W-what?" he said surprised, turning to face her. Her eyes were flashing and her breasts rose and fell rapidly as emotion fought with reason and lost.
"You bastard! Who do you think you are, coming in at all hours of the night, without a word of apology?" Her shoulders shook and her pent-up tears burst unashamedly and spilled down her cheeks.
"Take it easy, honey," Vic said, trying to sound soothing, "I was going to explain... "
"I don't want any of your explanations or apologies! I'm sick of you and your phony excuses," she shrieked, her voice rising. "You expect me to cook and clean, wait hand and foot on you, without any consideration, any respect for me?"
"Come on now, baby," Vic said, trying to calm her. "You know I love you. You know I love everything you do for me... "
"All you want is a housekeeper, not a wife!" Jackie interrupted angrily, stamping her slippered foot against the tiled floor.
"Damn!" Vic cried exasperated, "we'll have to talk about this later. I've got to go now."
"That's right," Jackie yelled, "go, like you always do, and leave me alone... "
Jackie stopped as she heard the front door slam. Unbridled anger rose in her and without thinking, she threw her cup, half full of coffee with full force against the refrigerator door where it shattered into pieces, the coffee running in rivulets down the white enamel.
"Oh God," she thought, "what am I going to do? I can't stand it, I just can't stand it!!"
Her feelings were a bit relieved by her instinctive throwing action and she reached numbly for her cigarettes. Her hand shook as she lit one, and she sat down alone in the kitchen. She had tried not to make a scene again this morning, but she just couldn't control herself. Not after last night. The memory of how she had lain awake, hour after solitary hour, waiting for Vic to come home, alternately haunted by worry and trembling with anger, rose again in her mind. Squeezing her eyes shut to block out the degrading thought, she grimaced as she remembered how, when Vic finally did come home, he undressed, actually humming a nonchalant little tune to himself, and went immediately to sleep, without so much as looking at her! Oh God, she thought now as she pulled deeply on her cigarette, the nerve! The Goddamn nerve of that louse!
* * *
Vic hummed a tune as he skillfully weaved the car in and out of the traffic on the Jones Falls Expressway. As usual, traffic was heavy as commuters wended their way into Baltimore, but for once, Vic didn't mind the slow moving cars and the angry honking of the other drivers.
He had recovered from Jackie's early morning harangue and had once again picked up the tune he had heard on the radio in Brenda's apartment last night. It was a catchy little song and for some reason it stuck in his mind and he couldn't help humming it at intervals.
La-la-la-la-la-la-da-da-da he crooned cheerfully as he thought again about Brenda. She was a real live one, all right. God, he'd love to get a shot at her again tonight, but he'd better go home early if he was to have any family peace at all. An image of Brenda's porcelain-like body loomed in front of him and he could almost taste the warm sweetness of her cherry red nipples and feel the soft cool flesh of her snowy-white breasts. He remembered caressing her smooth, silky hips and how the soft dark curls of her pubic triangle had contrasted with the milky whiteness of her thighs. The thought of her grasping eager young pussy closing in around his hardened prick sent a delicious shiver through him and his cock gave a little jump as the sensual thoughts simmering in his brain sent desire coursing through him, awakening the core of his manhood.
"Woweeeee! I've got to keep my mind on my driving, Vic thought pulling his attention back to the road and his exit which was only a few minutes away. Moving smoothly now with the mainstream of traffic, Vic's thoughts wandered again-this time to his wife. An uneasiness rose in him as he thought of how he'd been neglecting her lately-staying out late, barely speaking to her, not making love to her. God knows, he didn't mean to ignore her, but somehow the excitement had gone out of their marriage. Of course, he still loved Jackie, even desired her, still,--but, but something was missing-he didn't even know what. He just knew he was bored. In his mind's eye, he could picture, step by step, the sequence of their lovemaking-unvaried in their four years of marriage. He knew every action, every movement they would make; the initial arousal he would feel as he looked at her fine full form stretched out waiting. Her legs spread wide offering the softness of her warm clasping cunt to him; he knew he'd once again yearn to explore the secrets down between her legs with his tongue and coax her naked clitoris into life with his teeth, but he knew, as always, that she'd gently push his head away and pull his mouth upwards to hers. He knew every motion of their love-ritual, and perhaps, he thought as he swung up the exit ramp, that's what's wrong-she won't try anything new and I'm bored. However, as he parked the car, a little voice inside him told him again what he already knew-that he was not entirely blameless and that he should take a little more time and attention to see what his wife really needed. But once again, he pushed the thought from his head, filing it away in his head with the other "Future-Things to Do," as he jauntily walked into the office.
All remnants of guilt and thoughts of Jackie vanished from his head as he kidded around with his co-workers and drank some more coffee.
Well, one consolation, he thought to himself, is this great job. He really liked his job as a Building Inspector. He could get out around the town and was not tied down to a desk, and besides, he liked meeting people, talking to them in their own familiar surroundings, and getting a glimpse into the way they really lived-As he scanned through the list of complaints for his district, one marked URGENT caught his eye. Someone had telephoned in and said that a large townhouse on St. Paul Street was occupied by more than one family and there was no provision in the building for a multifamily dwelling. Vic noticed that the address given was in the same area as Brenda's apartment and decided that he'd check out that complaint first and then maybe stop by Brenda's for "elevenses!"
* * *
Lightly mounting the snowy-white marble steps and pressing the doorbell, Vic automatically checked the building for flaking paint and other possible exterior violations of the Housing Code. Actually, the three-story building was in excellent condition. The natural brick had been newly pointed, glass brick had been inserted instead of window-glass, and the front door was painted to match the brick. There was even a beetle-shaped brass door knocker which gleamed against the dark-red door. Vic ran the bell a second time and almost immediately, the door opened.
"Come right in," a throaty feminine voice said. "I wasn't expecting anyone this morning!" Before Vic could introduce himself, the woman had pulled him gently inside and closed the door behind him.
"Follow me," said the same husky voice.
What the hell, Vic swore under his breath, as he followed her, his eyes riveted on the smooth wriggling buttocks encased in silver panne in front of him. He hadn't time to see much of her face, but what he could see of her back was plenty! That jiggling ass was enough to arouse the blood of any man. Vic barely noticed the hallway or the stairs he climbed as he followed her to the second floor.
She turned around at the top of the stairs and smiled warmly. "Here we are, honey," she purred.
God! Is she ever beautiful! The thought sprang immediately to Vic's mind but even as he acknowledged it, he knew "beautiful" was not the right word. "Sexy" was more like it! This broad, he thought, exudes sheer sex!"
They were now in a large high-ceilinged room and Vic said abruptly, "Excuse me, ma'am... "
"I'll be right back, honey," she interrupted, "make yourself at home." This last was accompanied by an expansive arm gesture. Mesmerized, Vic stood watching the doorway from where the enigmatic figure had left. He sucked in his breath as he finally noticed the room. He had never seen such a sumptuous place. A glittering chandelier hung from the high embossed ceiling and Vic could tell it was real crystal. Rich red velvet drapes were drawn over the two windows and a deep blood-red shaggy carpet cushioned his feet. A single huge mirror filled one entire wall and Vic gasped as he noticed that the many paintings on the velvet-covered walls were reproductions of the most detailed, erotic Oriental art. As his gaze fell on the large comfortable-looking bed on which the counterpane was pulled back to reveal black satin sheets, it dawned on Vic that this was no ordinary dwelling.
Just then, his blonde hostess reappeared. She had two drinks in her hand and immediately offered one to Vic.
"Cheers!" she said airily, "Here's to us!"
They clinked glasses and both took a long drink of the cool liquid. Vic couldn't quite place the contents-it was a mixture of familiar things that somehow tasted unfamiliar, but good.
As he drank, he got a better look at his unknown companion.
Her platinum blonde hair framed a pert sensual face. Dark makeup circled her eyes and her lips were the color of cherry syrup. Vic's eyes fell to the voluptuous breasts, pushing up from the low scoop of her strawberry colored blouse, dropping to a trim waist and rounded hips. From what he could see from the slinky panne slacks, her legs were as shapely as the rest. Although the deep etch of her natural neck lines betrayed a maturity in years not immediately discernible, that discovery only served to enhance her in Vic's eyes.
"My name's Gail," she said finally. "What's yours?"
"Vic," he answered quickly, but you've... "
"I'm looking forward to getting acquainted with you, Vic," she drawled seductively, letting her eyes rest directly on his loins. His penis gave an excited lurch, as if in answer to her gaze, and bulged against his pants. Vic saw the barest lift of her eyebrow as she noticed his growing tumescence and thought, "God, she exudes pure animal sex!" He could just see her, hungrily sucking his cock, her big breasts dangling on his chest, wild with desire for him- He knew he had to have this woman, this Gail, whoever or whatever she was, no matter what the circumstances.
Even so, he heard himself saying, "I've been trying to tell you, uh... Gail, I'm here on business. I'm a Building Inspector, and I've had a complaint about this building."
Gail's eyes narrowed.
"What does that mean?"
"Well," Vic said nervously, "there are certain improvements you have to make to the house, or else pay a large fine, and there's the matter of just how many people live here!"
"I see," Gail said icily.
They looked at each other silently. Vic noticed the protuberance of Gail's nipples through the thin silk blouse-she had nothing on underneath-those boobs were all for real! Tiny beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lip and he clenched his fists to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing the tantalizing orbs of teasing white flesh.
"However," he said slowly, "if I reported that there were no violations-"
"There'd be no improvements to make or fines to pay?" finished Gail, moving closer to him with renewed interest.
"That's right," Vic said, almost in a whisper, staring straight into Gail's eyes. "I think we understand each other."
Gail smiled, a deep earthy smile and reached out and boldly touched his throbbing cock. Vic jumped at the electrical Shockwaves from her touch on his swollen penis. She began to stroke it lightly through the material of his pants, and she grazed her breasts gently against his beating chest.
Laughing throatily, she said, "Now let's see what I can do to make you forget about those violations."
She leaned even closer to him and he could feel her hot breath pulsing against his cheek.
"Oh Christ, he thought, he had to have her. He'd forget about a thousand violations for the chance to fuck her!
His hands went out to her, touching her shoulders-but then she moved away from him out of his grasp. She took his hand and lead him over to the bed.
"Get naked, baby," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to see that big cock of yours. I know you have a big one! Show me! I want to see what I'm getting."
Her eyes danced in her head and she ran her tongue over her lips in lewd anticipation of what she would see.
Hypnotized by her droning incantation, Vic slipped off his shirt, undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. His lust-bloated cock sprang out, the head blood-red as if angered by its imprisonment. Gail's hand reached out to the hardness of it and he gasped as her cool long fingers closed around its turgid circumference. A growl began deep in his throat as he felt her long strawberry-colored nails rake lightly against his cock-skin, stopping to pressure the sensitive under vein unbearably. His cock was jerking now and he felt that the surging billows of heat building in his balls would rush to the head and explode at any second. Then-she stopped! A vicious snarl erupted from his throat, and he opened his eyes. She had moved to the far side of the room. Enraged, he was about to go after her, when she said, "Lie down on the bed, I'll be there right away."
His eyes glued to her, he lay back on the bed, feeling the sensuous coolness of the black satin sheets.
Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse. Vic blinked his eyes as the voluptuous swell of her breasts was revealed to him. Almost artistically, Gail folded back the fully open blouse and exposed the perfect orbs to his lust-dimmed view. Craning his neck, he greedily enjoyed their natural upsweep, tapering to large firm nipples, rosily erect. She played her long index finger into the deep cleft, and Vic's own fingers itched for the feel of the soft doughy mounds. Throwing the blouse to the floor, she slowly started to undo the side zipper of her pants. Vic's balls throbbed feverishly as he watched her slip the pants down over her full luscious hips, to reveal the black wisp of her lace garter belt and the flimsy covering of her bikini panties. When the pants fell to her feet, she daintily kicked them aside to join the blouse in a rumpled heap. Still in her high-heel shoes, hands on her hips, she turned around in a circle, the full moons of her buttocks coming tantalizingly into view. As she completed the pirouette, she faced him once again, and Vic could see a few stray pubic hairs sneaking out around the tight elastic legbands of her sheer nylon panties. She dropped her sensuous hand and began to gently caress the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Her lips parted and a soft mewling sound escaped her as she teased herself, stroking up and down, stopping just short of the panty-covered mound.
"Gail... " Vic whispered. He couldn't say anything more. His throat felt chalky and his mouth hinged open, his eyes bulging like a globe-eyed fish, as he stared at her wanton pose.
She stopped closer to him, and she inserted her fingertips into the top of her bikini pants. Hypnotically, she pulled at the elastic, testing the width, and then with a slight wriggle, she eased the narrow black strip down over her quivering thighs, revealing to Vic's staring eyes the golden triangle of her soft, curling pubic mound. The panties easily slipped down her black-stockinged legs and she laughingly stepped out of them and teasingly tossed them on the floor. Standing with her legs apart, she flexed her now naked pussy towards Vic's prostrate figure.
"Christ, you're beautiful," he muttered, and Gail delightedly walked nonchalantly around the room-a slow, sultry walk that smacked of a beckoning professional enticement. She stopped directly in front of Vic, and slowly lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down along her jutting breasts, down along her nipped-in waist and over the satiny contours of her hips. Vic's eyes were transfixed, and he was unable to move, even though she was only a foot away, captured siren-like by her non-audio sex song, his penis screaming for release. Then her hands dipped lower, slipping through the golden tangle of her pussy fur.
Deftly, she pushed aside the soft fleshy cuntal lips and revealed the pink tip of her already erect clitoris to Vic's hungry view. He licked his dry lips and rasped hoarsely. "I want to fuck you."
"How do you want to fuck me, baby?" Gail asked tauntingly.
"Like this-" he spat, a strangled cry escaping his throat. Reaching out, he grabbed her into his arms. He showered hot kisses over her face, her neck, her throat as his hands roamed feverishly over the smoothness of her body, warm and soft against him. The musky female odor of her mingling with the heaviness of her perfume permeated his nostrils maddening him with desire. He smashed his lips down on hers and their tongues danced and fenced with each other, whipping up a froth of commingled saliva. Gail's hands ran expertly up and down his muscular back, tickling and teasing his unexplored sensitive areas-under his shoulder blades, down his sides, his vertebrae. Vic pressed the full length of his body against hers, crushing her down into the smooth blackness of the sheets and cupping his hands under her firm buttocks, he pulled her naked crotch up towards him as he ground his pelvis down.
"Oooooohhhhh, you feel good," she moaned as she snaked out her legs on either side of him and then together again, locking them together behind his back, pulled him down even harder between her widespread thighs.
Reaching down, Gail grasped Vic's engorged penis in her hands and began to move it up and down and around her wet throbbing vaginal slit, lubricating it in her own juices. He moaned as the combined pressure in his bloated balls and his palpitating cock became excruciatingly urgent and flexing his hips with an animalistic thrust, Vic drove his pulsating prick into the warm wet cavern of her ready cuntal orifice.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh," she cried as her cavernous pussy consumed the hardened charging flesh until its full length was buried deep in her already hungrily sucking vagina.
"Oooooohhhhh," she sighed, "that's the way I like it... "
Vic ground his pelvis into the responsive flesh beneath him and began to fuck into her with long savage strokes. Gail returned thrust for thrust, driving her crotch up to meet his in an instinctive rhythm.
"Shove your finger in my ass," she hissed through clenched teeth. Vic, consumed by the uncontrollable flames of passion engulfing him was oblivious to all verbosities.
"Shove your finger in my ass!" she screamed again, suddenly longing for the masochistic pain.
Dazedly, Vic reached down and searched with his index finger between the desperately working moons of her buttocks for her rectum. Finding the tiny puckered ring, he jabbed at it for a moment, and meeting with resistance, thrust his finger forward, hard, until the tight rubbery ring gave way and he slid his digit into the first knuckle. A shudder gripped Gail from the initial pain of the digital invasion, but she pushed her buttocks back on his finger, screwing her anus down on it until it was completely sunk into the tight opening.
"Arrgghhh," she cried... "I love it, that's it, baby!" She groaned wildly under him, twisting and gyrating from the intense pain-pleasure of the double impalement.
The pleasure building up in his balls was reaching the boiling point and Vic knew he would cum soon. Her head flailing from side to side and her crotch grasping spasmodically, Gail sought to achieve her orgasmic release.
"Ah, ah, ah, I'm cumming!" she cried hoarsely as she fucked back violently, battering her widespread loins desperately up against the pounding fury of Vic's pelvis. Passion and lust finally converged in Vic's tortured testicles and the hot milky seed rushed from his scrotum to spew frenziedly into Gail's milking, sucking pussy, until there was nothing left. Exhausted, he lay on top of her, their quivering bodies still united.
"Ah Vic," Gail said softly, "what a lay! You're some man!"
"And you're some woman," Vic answered.
Unwanted, unbidden thoughts of his wife crept into Vic's head. He wondered why he never felt like this after making love to her; instead of this feeling of power, of masculinity which he was experiencing, with Jackie he always had a vague sense of frustration, of inadequacy. Why was that? Whose fault was it? His flow of thought was interrupted by Gail wriggling out from under him and suddenly, she was on all fours, looking down at him with a salacious grin on her face. Her head dropped down toward his deflated cock and her tongue flicked out, darting and licking, teasing the limp expanse of his prick, flicking at the soft wrinkled skin of his relaxed scrotum. Chills rushed up and down his back and he noticed with disbelief that his flaccid cock was once more coming to life under Gail's expert ministrations.
"Oooooohhhhh," he sighed, burying his hands in the bobbing platinum tangle of her hair. A smile flitted across Gail's mouth as she saw his contorted face, twisted with passion, and she brought her ovaled lips down over the still moist head, enclosing its entirety in her soft buttery mouth.
"Aaaaahhhh," he moaned, as she began to massage the imprisoned head with her tongue, dabbing snake-like at the tiny slit at the top, at the same time sucking to draw any last remaining drops of cum from his cock. Gail inhaled his pungent male odor and her tongue lapped the last vestiges of her own bittersweet juices from his genitals. With one hand, she massaged the soft crinkly skin of his balls and with the other, she stroked the base of his cock, rooting deep among the wiry pubic hairs as if she were trying to reach the very foundation of his rod. She then released the burgeoning head and lowered her diligent tongue to the softness of his testicles, by now writhing under her manipulation. Hungrily, she painted his balls with her saliva juices, adding to the already tumultuous sensation in his testicles. She continued to lick at his bloated balls, her hand pumping furiously on his rigid shaft, making Vic squirm and twitch under the fire-like lashes of her tongue. Once again, her tongue swiped around the upright cock, and she enclosed the gigantic head in her skillfully contracting mouth. Reaching under and cupping his buttocks in her hands, Gail pulled his pelvis up towards her face until she took almost the entire length of his cock in her throat. Vic revelled in the sensation of his cock imbedded in the strange mouth and he was certain she would choke from the engorged mass. But she continued to suck him furiously, her body flailing from the force of her exertion.
Deep inside him, he could feel great flurries of heat rising in him and his breath exploded into tiny mewling grunts. The grunts turned into a low guttural moan which erupted from his parched throat as again his hot sticky sperm began its headlong dash from his tortured balls to the willing receptacle of her churning mouth. Gail sucked at the welcome semen-shower and swallowed as though she was dying of thirst. She clasped her lips tight around the pulsating head and continued her frantic oral milking until she had sucked him completely dry. Finally, Vic lay back across the bed, spreadeagled, as Gail nipped playfully at his ear.
"Now what was that about a violation, Mr. Building Inspector?" she purred.
"Well now, let me see," he parried. "I've almost, but not quite forgotten... "
"Aha," she answered, "we'll have to do something else to black out your memory... "
Vic, turning to look at her gleaming, half-closed eyes and her ripe full lips, curled in expectancy, knew that whatever else happened, he wouldn't forget this part of his "job" in a hurry.
CHAPTER TWO
Jackie applied the bronze tone lipstick to her well-shaped lips and then stood back to examine the result in the full length mirror. Not bad, she conceded, not bad. The twenty-four dollars she had spent on a beauty consultation last week had certainly been worth it, she thought. She remembered how the beautician had cut three inches off her long hair, so it swung just below her shoulder line and had added a rinse which brought out the rich auburn highlights. Her new hair accentuation, combined with the two shades of eye shadow, pearly grey and pale mauve, which the beautician had taught her to smooth onto her lids, really enhanced her creamy complexion and large grey eyes. Now dressed in a new sea-green sun dress, she looked good and knew it. As she stood critically examining her appearance, nagging thoughts once more entered her head... doubts that had been tormenting her for weeks now. She hadn't meant to lose her temper again this morning with Vic, but somehow, his utter complacency, his indifference to her feelings completely blotted out rational feeling and turned her into a whiny, ill-tempered wife. And what was worse, Vic wouldn't even talk about their problems. He maintained that impenetrable noncommittal facade which irked her so much and added to her increasing resentment.
But, she thought determinedly, I'm not going to think about that now. Her friend Lora had invited her over to see some new clothes she had bought and Jackie wanted to be there early so that they could have a long talk. She liked talking to Lora; Lora seemed to understand so much about a woman's innermost thoughts and feelings, especially with regard to men. Jackie reflected that this was probably because Lora had been divorced and so knew a lot more about the world than she did. For, even at twenty-three, Jackie knew she had a lot to learn. She and Vic had gotten married when she was nineteen and they'd moved in to this apartment in North Baltimore, which was so far away from everything, making her feel lonely and isolated. Jackie decided to walk the twelve blocks to Lora's apartment, since it was such a lovely day. Immensely cheered by the warmth of the sun on her naked arms, and the yellow clumps of blooming forsythia along the way, Jackie reflected on her friendship with Lora. She had known her for years; since high school, even though Lora was two years older. Lora had always been a bit wild; in fact, some of her other friends in school had considered Lora loose or "fast" but, Jackie thought loyally, that was only the impression her friend gave. True, her hair was just a little too black to be true and her skirts were awfully short, but with the crazy do-your-own-thing styles these days, who was to say what was vulgar and what wasn't. Besides, Jackie thought, defending Lora to herself, after a divorce, a woman was entitled to a little liberty. They had lost touch after high school, except for an occasional card or note, until Jackie had run into her again, just last month, downtown. They had lunch together and almost instantly, the same intimate rapport that had characterized their high school friendship was established between them. Jackie had told her all about how she had met Vic when she was working at the Housing Department and had married him after a whirlwind courtship, and how they were now saving for a new ranch-style home out in Catonsville. Lora in turn related the details of her brief disastrous marriage at nineteen, immediately after high school, and her divorce at twenty, and by innuendo, the variety of the following five years of freedom. They were mutually delighted to find that they lived only "minutes" apart from each other, and gleefully exchanged phone numbers and promises to get-in-touch. The very next day, Lora had called and now she and Jackie saw each other regularly.
Thank God for Lora! Jackie thought-I'd be half-crazy by now if it weren't for her friendship! Lora was waiting at the door when Jackie climbed the stairs to the second floor. They greeted each other with an affectionate hug and went into the comfortable sitting room. Lora's apartment never failed to amaze Jackie. It was so elegant and yet so wild! Fur skins thrown over the opulent furniture at random, op-art paintings on the wall, photographic blow-ups of Lora nude, well, almost nude on the walls. Jackie could never bring herself to examine the blow-ups closely. She actually blushed every time she found herself looking at them. They were so graphic. Nothing was left to the imagination!
Lora was her usual talkative self, and looked stunning in a white crocheted pantsuit. Jackie settled into the down-filled crushed velvet sofa and Lora brought in two Gin and Tonics.
She felt relaxed, after sipping the potent drink, and told Lora about her quarrel with Vic, and how he had come home late again last night.
"But why, honey, why does he do this to you?" Lora asked sympathetically, rounding her bright blue eyes like saucers. She had, of course, heard a detailed account of all Jackie's problems, told installment by installment by Jackie herself.
"I don't know, Lora, I wish I knew."
"You deserve a lot better than that. Why, with your face and figure, you could have any man you want!"
"No need to go overboard," Jackie laughed, "but, seriously, I wish things were better for us."
They sat sipping the tangy drinks, discussing the frailties of men and the many problems of living with and without them. Lora fixed another drink for them and then modeled her new clothes for Jackie.
The first outfit was a red wet-look top and skirt, which clung seductively to her rounded hips and slipped between her legs as she walked.
"Oh, it's beautiful," Jackie enthused, "but, but aren't you going to wear a slip under it?"
Jackie, observing how the smooth, white crevice of Lora's buttocks was plainly visible through the thin material, said nothing.
The next purchase was an evening dress, long and black of thirties' style, satin, with a deep vee neck.
Jackie gasped, the dress seemed molded to Lora's body and she had to admit that the entire effect was stunning. She secretly envied Lora for her taste which invariably lead her to choose exactly the right clothes for her coloring and shape, but she couldn't help wondering where Lora got all the money she spent on clothes. Her alimony couldn't be that much, and she didn't have a job. Lora then came into the living room wearing sheer, red lounging pajamas-absolutely see-through. The vivid scarlet was a perfect complement to her dark good looks, and she wore a matching red lace bra and panties. Jackie had never seen anything like it. Red was certainly Lora's color, and she knew it. Lora's breasts were bursting up out of the thin strip of the push-up bra and the tiny panties barely concealed her pubic mound. But Jackie admired the ensemble profusely. She would never wear anything so daring herself, but she derived a sort of vicarious thrill out of seeing the provocative outfits on her friend.
Lora then brought another drink for them both, and showed Jackie an assortment of accessories and lingerie which she had also recently purchased. The copious amounts of gin began to have an effect on Jackie. She felt sleepy and she had difficulty concentrating on the tidbits of information Lora was handing out.
"Lora, I think I'd better lie down for a moment, I feel dizzy." She said.
"Okay, Jackie, why don't you stretch out on the bed?"
Jackie stepped gingerly into the bizarre bedroom, marvelling again in her dazed brain at the pink-and-white fantasy where Lora slept.
Gratefully, she stretched out on the soft white rabbit-fur coverlet. The pink-and-white candy stripe walls reminded her of when she was a little girl and had had a dress of the same stripe, and she felt secure and happy as sleep crept over her.
About an hour later, Jackie's eyes flew open. She had been awakened by a noise in the living room. It sounded like a laugh and a cry at the same time. She had been sleeping soundly and at first, confused for a moment by the strange room, had thought it was just a dream. But there it was again! Something was going on out there, she thought as other muffled sounds reached her ears. She sat still on the bed, listening, not knowing what to do. Perhaps it was a burglar, prowling around. But where was Lora? Stop dramatizing, she told herself. It's the middle of the afternoon, what could happen? There was silence for a long moment and then what sounded like light whimpering. Again, she hesitated. She got up and crept over to the door, straining her ear against the wood. A long low moan came from the other room. It sounded like Lora; perhaps she was ill. She'd just take a quick look to see if everything was all right. She silently opened the door just a crack and looked. Her stomach lurched. There was Lora-with a man on top of her, trying to rape her! He had her pinned on the brown deerskin rug on the floor. Jackie almost let out a scream but stopped herself in time. She had to get out-to telephone for help. Her sleep dazed brain refused to work, and she just stood there petrified for what seemed an eternity. She was shaking now but she knew it would do no good for her to try and help physically-that brute could easily kill them both. She stole another look at the incredible sight and again held her breath-but this time for a different reason. Lora actually had her arms around his neck! Jackie watched, aghast. She had a good view of them-their feet were pointing in her direction, only about twelve feet away. All she could see of the man was his expansively flabby buttocks and broad back. Jackie stood transfixed, unable to draw herself away from the lascivious sight in front of her.
Suddenly, Lora's legs splayed out wide on either side of the hulking body on top of her and then curled up and locked tightly around the broad back. Realization was beginning to dawn on Jackie; the rape was only in her imagination; Lora was fully a partner in this lewd act. Jackie blushed at her own naivete; anyone else would immediately have realized what was happening. But not her; somehow she felt betrayed by Lora's sinful action. She caught sight of Lora's new lounging pajamas, lying in a heap like a crushed poppy. She knew she shouldn't be watching this private scene but just then she saw clearly the exposed hair-covered furrow between Lora's widespread thighs. She could just make out the ragged glistening lips of her vagina. The man made an upward motion and Jackie nearly gasped aloud when she caught a glimpse of the huge thick penile shaft dangling between his legs and the hairy balls nestling under the crevice of his ass. She couldn't leave now; the lewd sight held her in its prurient spell. A pair of hands-Lora's-dropped down and with a thumb and finger, deftly spread the hair-lined nether lips, expanding slightly the moist petal-like cuntal opening. Jackie's heart pounded painfully as the man's hand reached down and grasped his long rigid pole. Raising his buttocks in the air, he poised the grotesquely-enlarged head at the widespread vaginal opening. With one bestial lunge, he sunk the huge rod all the way into the proffered cunt, until his pendulous balls were grinding snuggly against the open crevice of Lora's upraised buttocks.
A low banshee-like wail escaped Lora's lips and Jackie bit her knuckles, wincing from the unearthly sound. The figures were still for a moment, and then the man began a slow sawing into the completely impaled woman beneath him. He withdrew slightly, sliding his glistening instrument out, the petal-pink flesh of her cunt clinging tenaciously to the withdrawing cock and then plunged it in all the way once more.
Jackie's jaw dropped in disbelief as she saw Lora arch her back up off the rug and thrust her hips up to meet his downthrust. She seemed to be desperately trying to encase every last centimeter of his cock in her vaginal sheath.
"Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me-" drifted across to Jackie's horrified ears. In a monotonic trance, Lora droned the horrid obscenities at her partner, spewing words which Jackie had heard only spoken in whispers, and certainly not by a woman! The lewd forbidden words sent electric tingles darting through her. She watched disbelievingly as the man's hand once again dropped and the tip of his finger played in the widespread crevice of Lora's ass. It teased tantalizingly at the tight rubbery opening of her anus and suddenly slipped through the fleshy protective ring and slipped inside. Another tortured cry erupted from Lora and tears came to Jackie's eyes. She instinctively clenched the cheeks of her own buttocks, staving off an imaginary anal intruder. To her amazement, she saw Lora bear down on the digital skewer, impaling herself even more on the man's finger. Then she began a furious pumping against the dual instruments.
A smoldering spark ignited between Jackie's legs and she pressed her thighs together attempting to quench the raging fire. She was mesmerized by the sight of the couple fucking on the rug and her own body began an unconscious, almost-motionless churning of its own. She wanted to tear herself from the lewd sight-the depraved wanton coupling in front of her, but she was powerless-she couldn't move. The man was fucking her girl friend wildly now, shaking the room with his furious pounding and then a piercing scream, followed by a low male groan, sounded in the room, signaling primitive savage simultaneous orgasm. Even then, as the pair squirmed and twitched, the man pumping his sperm into Lora's widespread crotch, Jackie couldn't move. She had to wait-she had to see everything-and only when the panting bodies lay still on the floor and she saw a thin rivulet of cum trickling from Lora's open vaginal lips, did she silently close the door and tip-toe back to the bed.
Conflicting thoughts danced in her head as she sat down, trying to still the quivering between her legs. She had never seen anything like it-she had known no other man but Vic and her normal conventional upbringing had shielded her from the knowledge of primitive passionate emotions. Now she felt sick and disgusted. How could Lora abandon herself like that-like a sex-crazed maniac? Had she no sense of decency, of self-respect? But the remembrance of Lora's ecstatic orgasm pushed into her brain. Was that normal? That wild abandoned release? Could every woman have an orgasm like that? Memories of her own orgasms mild indeed compared to the tempestuous display she had witnessed, flicked through her mind. But, of course, she assured herself, Vick and I make love; this was just pure out-and-out sex; why, they were like animals! No respectable married couple would behave like Lora and that man did. They were indecent!
The sound of a male and female voice, laughing and talking wafted over to Jackie's ears and she decided to make her entrance-and exit.
Smoothing her dress and trying to compose herself, she walked as nonchalantly as possible into the living room.
"Hi Jackie," Lora said warmly, "have a good nap?" They were both dressed now, Lora in her lounging pajamas, and the man in a rumpled sharkskin suit.
"Oh yes," Jackie smiled nervously.
"This is Frank Lambertino, an old friend," Lora said. "Frank, I want you to meet another old friend of mine, Jackie Trenton."
Frank extended a rough hand, and Jackie shook it weakly. He was a tall, hulking man, of enormous build, and his craggy face was disturbingly attractive. His steel-gray eyes held hers for a long moment before she managed to look away.
"I have to go now, Lora," Jackie said flatly. "Oh do stay and have another drink," Lora pressed.
"No, I can't... Thanks anyway."
Gathering up her things, she briskly said goodbye and exchanged promises to call with Lora.
She sighed with relief as she stepped out of the apartment building. I'm never going to see her again, she thought. She's almost a tramp! And that horrible man...
But the memory of Frank's magnetic eyes and the weirdly-exciting image of the two lustful writhing figures jerking their way to ecstasy were etched on her brain and remained there, as she walked slowly home.
CHAPTER THREE
Vic finished his fourth Scotch and wondered whether he should have another. He was at The Walrus, a favorite bar fairly near his neighborhood and he had stopped there after work. As he sat there alone drinking, he amused himself thinking about the morning he had spent with Gail. He had never met anyone like her. His body tingled at the thought of her warm full breasts crushing into his chest and the expert tightness of her willing cunt around his cock. Christ, he said to himself, she sure is all woman!
A glance at the clock behind the bar told him it was almost 7:30. He reluctantly decided to forego a fifth Scotch, and go home. What I don't need are more histrionics from Jackie, he thought bitterly. God! Was it this morning when they had had that fight? It seemed like weeks ago, and being with Gail-that seemed like years ago, even though it was just this morning.
He drove slowly home, concentrating on the expressway. He was not looking forward to his reception there, late as he was. I suppose she'll start in on me again as soon as I get inside the door. That bitch! Who the hell does she think she is? With her prudish little pussy and mustn't touch crap! I need a full-bodied woman, for chrissakes, not a child. "Oh don't do that," he mimicked aloud, thinking of her constant refusal to experiment with him, to try anything new. And her orgasms, if you could call them that, he thought venomously. Like a goddamn nun! She sure as hell could take a few lessons from Gail. The thought of Gail sent a shiver of life stirring in his cock. God, what's the use, he thought. The little bitch at home turns me off! There's no use getting all worked up, old buddy, he slurred, talking to his growing member, there'll be no welcome for you either there. He visualized Gail bending low over him, taking his prick in her honey-sweet mouth, caressing it into erection, sucking, sucking...
He stepped on the gas. His cock was crying out for release from its prison of fabric, pressing painfully against the cotton of his shorts. Looking down, he chortled with evil glee at the size of the bulge, and at the same time swore at the urgency of his need. Driving like a madman, he zoomed up the exit ramp and sped down the street towards his apartment. With a sigh of relief, he pulled into the parking lot, thankful at least for getting away with speeding.
Jackie sat, waiting. Try as she might, she could not quell the rising tide of resentment. How could he stay out late again? She had gone to the trouble of cooking his very favorite meal, manicotti with thin pancakes instead of noodles, and he didn't even condescend to come home on time. Well, in the mood she was in now, he'd get his favorite Italian dish, all right, right in the face! She jumped up as she heard him pounding up the stairs and stood waiting in the archway, arms folded, as he walked in the front door.
"Where have you been till now?" Was that shrewish, bitchy voice really hers? But she couldn't help it. He had to understand how she felt... Jackie gasped. Her eyes alighted on the huge bulge between his legs. What had he been doing?... A harsh snarl escaped Vic's lips. Her remark had triggered a flood of sadistic anger-she had gone too far this time. The blood rushed from his face and he threw his briefcase on the floor.
"Where have you been till now? Wherehaveyoubeentillnow?" he singsonged, mimicking her demand, and dancing simian-like around her.
"You goddamn bitch!" he snarled. Jackie automatically jumped back as his hand reached out to grab her.
"Come here!" he commanded coldly. The cruel unyielding tone of his voice immobilized her and she stood there cringing, her arms cupped protectively around her breasts.
"I've got something for you, prissy missy," he leered, lewdly fondling his bulging genitals. Jackie shrank back, against the frameway. God, what was happening? She could smell the liquor on his breath and she was afraid. She knew what he was like when he was drunk and she didn't like it. What can I do? she thought desperately.
"Vic," she said softly, her heart thumping furiously. "Why don't you sit down and we can have dinner? It's your favorite... "
"Shut up, shut up!" he shouted, grabbing her roughly by the arm. He poked his face close to hers and a waft of whiskey-breath blew in her face. Still holding her tightly, he half lead, half pulled her into the bedroom. Jackie felt the blood rising in her head until she thought it would burst from the pressure. With a sudden move, he twisted her arm painfully behind her back so that she was forced to turn and fall back on the bed. She cowered down on it as if she hoped it would swallow her up.
Vic tore off his clothes and then strode up to the bed, facing her. Try as she might, Jackie couldn't tear her eyes away from the monstrous thick pole hovering in front of her. It was almost as huge and grotesque as Frank's had been. Was this her husband? Was this ugly thing the same instrument that penetrated her. professing love and tenderness? The slit at the top of the purplish bulging head glistened obscenely, and seemed to stare lewdly at her. A shudder convulsed her. "Big, isn't it, baby?" he jeered, waving it in front of her gaping eyes, his two hands clasped around its tree-trunk width.
"Take off your clothes!" he growled.
"No," she answered defiantly, holding his eyes with hers. She was trembling but she had to resist. There was no telling how he'd react to her naked body. Her sense of decency and repulsion to his disgusting manners and filthy words propelled her into defiance. Suddenly, his hands tangled in her hair and he jerked her face until it was an inch away from his throbbing instrument. She could smell the faint sweaty smell of male genitals and she gagged.
"You'd love to suck this, wouldn't ya, babe?" he sneered.
"No, no, no," she cried.
"Then get those clothes off, or by God, you will," he snapped, "and," he added lewdly, "make it a good performance."
What could he mean, "good performance?" Jackie thought wildly. But a look at Vic's stormy, lust-filled face told her that the time for hesitating, for opposition to him was over. He was in deadly earnest, and when Vic was, she knew he meant business!
Quivering, she rose up off the bed. Vic sat in the bedroom chair, still lovingly cupping his swollen genitals. With downcast eyes, Jackie began to unzip her green sundress. She had left it on after her visit to Lora that morning because it was so comfortable, one of those with a built-in bra, but now she thought she'd never wear it again! Spiritlessly, she drew the dress down over her shoulders, and felt her breasts stiffen as they were released from the tight confining cloth.
"Put some life in it!" Vic snarled.
She slipped the dress down over her hips, mustering a little wriggle as she did so. It fell on the floor and she stepped out of it. She was wearing cork-soled sandals and now, naked except for her white nylon panties, she stood looking ashamedly at the alien face of her husband. Her face was beet-red from the indignity of his commands and she didn't know what else to do. She didn't even care.
"Walk around!" he ordered.
Slowly, Jackie began to walk around the room. She was humiliated beyond endurance and now she just wanted to get it over with-the "it" being whatever her drunken husband had in mind. She even swayed her hips a little, hoping, that by doing a good job, she might satiate his sickening desires. After she had completed the degrading circle of the room, she stood facing her husband once more. He was staring at her through half-closed eyes, his mouth slightly open, his prick still jutting lewdly up at her. She began to strip off the flimsy panties, slowly rolling them down over her thighs and past her knees to her ankles where she reluctantly stepped out of them.
Vic's eyes fed greedily on the sight of his wife's naked body. Her breasts were full and ripe, the roseate nipples erect. Her slender waist flared to fine ivory-smooth hips and her thighs looked soft and yielding contrasting perfectly with the dark pubic triangle. Not bad, he thought savagely, not too bad. Watching her undress had excited him even more, and just as he had felt this morning at Gail's, he wanted to reach out and grab her luscious whiteness.
Breathing raggedly with inflamed lust, Vic rose from his chair and pushed Jackie toward the bed. He shoved her onto it, and she sprawled out face down. He grabbed her by the waist and forced her up on all fours, and then with one hand, he brutally pushed her head back down on the bed, so that her buttocks were raised lewdly up in the air.
Vic knelt behind her and with his hands, spread the soft, resilient cheeks of her ass. Jackie made a momentary and useless lurch forward to try and escape his grasp, but Vic's hands dug into her ass-cheeks, holding her painfully in place. She ceased her struggles. She knew she would have to submit to his wanton desires. Her body was helpless, to be used as he wished...
Vic's hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to her cunt. His eyes bulged as he gazed at the tight little asshole nestled in the crevice. His balls tingled and ached and he longed to jam his cock deep into her soft brown depths. But he held back, wanting to savor every moment of the cruel subjugation he had in mind. The skin around her anus strained as he pulled at the flesh and his fingers probed at the puckered little ring like electric needles.
"Spread them wider!" he rasped.
Jackie gasped. She tried to flare her buttocks but didn't succeed, so she spread her knees as far as she could without collapsing. He jabbed at the tight little hole with his forefinger, delighting in her wincing from the chilling contact. His other hand kneaded the soft loaves of her buttocks, leaving red imprints on the white snowy mounds. Bending down, he traced his tongue along the quivering split, leaving a thin shimmering trail like a snail's. Jackie jerked uncontrollably as she felt his sharp teeth nip into her pliant buttocks but he held her fast and she could only grit her teeth as he bit into her mercilessly. Then his darting tongue was probing at the exposed nether ring, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the strong opening.
Oh, God, Jackie moaned. Why is he doing that? Can't he at least get on with it, instead of torturing me like this?
"Aaaaagggghhhhh----" she sobbed as she felt the already taut crevice being stretched even more and then his long swollen cock lay its full length between her asscheeks, the bulbous head resting at the rubbery opening. Vic ran his prick lightly up and down the widely-stretched crack, a drop of cum already sparkling obscenely at the tip.
"Tickle my balls, bitch," he spat.
Dazedly and afraid, Jackie reached back and gently grasped the hairy pendulous balls in her hand. She had a sudden wild impulse to yank them, pull them right off, until Vic screamed for mercy, but she dare not. Gently, she stroked them, caressing them as tenderly as if they were rare and valuable jewels. Vic grunted, his eyes closed with pleasure, and then placed the huge swollen head against the tight hairless opening. The giant rod began to probe and work against her anus, seeking entry to the tiny virginal canal.
Although she tried to suppress the desperate thoughts, a flash of realization struck Jackie and she had no doubt now as to her husband's depraved designs. He was going to put his huge bloated penis into her rectal passage! How could she take it? It would split her; she couldn't stand the pain. Ironically, she thought of how she had mentally castigated Lora and Frank for their wanton lust, but here her own husband was no better!
Tears came to her eyes and she began to whine quietly, desperately trying to free her buttocks from her husband's impassioned clasp.
"Shut up and be still!" he snarled. Trembling with fear, Jackie tried to quiet the quivering in her upraised behind. With a sudden lunge, Vic tried to force his throbbing prick through the rubbery opening. But it wouldn't penetrate! It pushed painfully against the unyielding rectal entrance, and Vic swore softly at his defeat. Jackie was shaking; she knew now that there would be no reprieve from the terrible profanity that was to be perpetrated on her. She would just have to endure it as best as she could, although how she could stand it, she didn't know. Why, oh why, was this nightmare happening to her? Her own husband was no better than the stray dogs on the street, forever mounting each other! Her backside was so sore, she could swear that it was raw and bloody; Vic's nails dug like talons into the sensitive flesh. Her face felt squashed from being pressed into the pillow and her whole body was wracked with a severe cramp from the unnaturalness of her position. She had felt relieved for a moment when his gargantuan cock had failed to penetrate the tiny hole, thinking that he might abandon the lewd idea, but-he was trying again!!
"Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" A searing pain tore through her back passage, sending shooting pains all the way up her back. He was in! He was cruelly raping her anus! The pain blinded her. She felt a groping in her rectum, a stretching, twisting movement as if something was trying to widen the tight canal.
Through her tear-dimmed eyes, she stole a look down under between her legs. WHAT WAS THAT? It was Vic's huge penis... but it wasn't inside her!! Then what was that dreadful pain? She remembered Frank and Lora... and then with a groan, she knew that it was only his finger inside her, widening her, stretching her, for the greater, crueler entry to come. OH NO, she sobbed, shaking her head into the sheet. If she hurt that much from his finger... his rockhard prick would tear her apart, split her in two!! Fresh sobs convulsed her as she trembled with fear.
Vic himself had been surprised at the tightness of his wife's virginal asshole. Even his finger scouting in advance didn't seem to stretch it much, and he was getting angrier. Withdrawing his finger with a slight plop! he marshaled his strength, and he charged forward, his giant battering ram held poised for battle. With a mighty surge, he pressed on and the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the tremendous pressure. The huge head popped inside with a sudden rush.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Jackie screamed, her pelvis bucking and tossing against her husband's tightly grasping fingers, the barbaric pain giving her new strength. Vainly, she twisted and cavorted, trying to escape the brutal invader, but Vic grinned lasciviously and drilled his mighty cock up her rectum, tearing harshly through the virginal membrane.
Violent pain racked her body and convulsive sobs wrung piteously from her throat. She was hopelessly impaled. She bit into the bedspread, tears streaming down her face, maddened with pain. Vic clutched her hips in a bone-crushing grip, flexing his loins as he bored even deeper into her tight rectum. Inch by torturous inch, he heaved forward, raking the inner skin of her vainly resisting rectum with his granite-like prick, sending fresh searing agony through her tormented body.
"Oh Vic, please stop, please stop, I can't stand it!" she sobbed.
His only answer was a savage lunge, which buried every single inch of his monstrous cock into her soft, innocent flesh.
"Nnnnnooooooo... !!" she screamed, tortured beyond belief.
Hesitating just a moment, Vick's cock began its long journey out. Slowly, he pulled back the expanded rod, bringing further sobs of agony from his suffering wife. He withdrew his long pole until just the head was still imbedded in the tight passage. Then, once more, he rammed his lust-hardened rod into the abused passage, until its entire length was submerged. He began a slow sawing movement now as the distended passage eased a little and his sodomizing cock was the more easily able to continue its bestial rape. Vic looked down in satisfaction as his balls dangled below and his taut belly smacked hard against Jackie's throbbing ass.
She kept up a steady moaning whine, her body a writhing mass of pain, and somehow in his drunken sadistic rage, her moaning added to his pleasure. His hands crawled over her back and buttocks, kneading and pinching her roughly and he began to drive his pelvis still deeper into her soft buttocks. He was sweating now and droplets of perspiration fell onto his wife's slim back. He began to pant and his breath came in short puffy gasps. His cock seemed to be inflating like a rubber tire and the sperm was building up in his dangling balls and would have to be emptied soon.
The pain had eased now and Jackie tried to relax her torn rectum. The massive rod moved faster and faster and she felt his hands digging even more convulsively into her flesh, his loins pounding brutally against her numb buttocks and he began to utter strange crazy sounds, mingled with obscene insults.
"I'm cumming now! Fucking bitch, move your ass! I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggggg. Aaaaaahhhhh... " She felt the first waves of the white-hot liquid gushing into her tortured rectum, adding new agony, as it burned the rubbed raw rectal membrane. Her thighs and buttocks were swept aside in one last ass-crushing rush as Vic emptied the last of his thick burning semen into her wide stretched anal hole, and then fell forward over her back, pushing her face down on the bed. She lay there, sobbing, as his flaccid cock slipped out of the forever expanded back passage, wet with slippery trails of male sperm.
* * *
Hours later, Jackie sat alone in the darkened kitchen. Her still-shaking hand held a cigarette and she greedily gulped a scotch and soda. Her body ached from the cruel anal rape which had taken place a few hours before, but all her tears were dried up now. No, she thought bitterly, I'm beyond tears now, beyond feeling at all.
Vic lay in a drunken satiated sleep in the bedroom, and Jackie vowed she wasn't going to sleep with him. In fact, she didn't even think she could face him again after what had happened and thoughts of packing and leaving him that night flickered quickly through her mind. But she was too exhausted and too weak to care; she'd sleep in the living room for tonight. The shame and degradation of her brutal rape made her face crimson as she sat there. What kind of a twisted monster had she married? What had happened to him to make him act like some prehistoric animal? Was it her fault? Mentally, she ran down the last few weeks in her mind. Certainly, she hadn't been a model wife, but then, he wasn't the ideal husband. And if a few petty quarrels, such as every married couple has, had this effect on him, he must be the victim of some dreadful debility. Where had they gone wrong? God knows, she thought resentfully, she'd tried her very best, preparing nice meals, keeping herself attractive. Why, she had even improved her techniques in bed. She knew she was responsive to him, even though her orgasm, Thank God, wasn't a coarse animal exhibition like Lora's. She knew that some men felt inadequate if their wives didn't have an orgasm-she'd read that in a sexual guidance book-but she was thankful that wasn't their problem.
As the physical pain in her body faded, Jackie's mortification gave rise to a slow burning anger. An instinctive desire for revenge asserted itself and her mouth twisted in an ugly grin as she finished her drink. She wouldn't ever forget this night, and she would do her damnedest to make sure he didn't, either. In fact, he was going to pay dearly. Very dearly, for what he'd put her through!
CHAPTER FOUR
Jackie was still asleep the next morning when the phone rang. For a moment she looked around dazedly not sure where she was, but gradually the living room furniture came into focus and she groggily reached for the telephone.
"Hello," she said sleepily.
"Oh hello, Jackie, did I wake you up?"
It was Lora.
"Yes, what time is it?"
"It's 11:30, sleepyhead," Lora replied cheerfully. "Listen," she added, "why don't you come over for lunch? Frank will be here and you can get to know him better. He's a swell guy!"
Jackie hesitated a moment. A vision of Frank's flabby buttocks with his loose hairy balls hanging obscenely rose up before her foggy brain.
"I'm sorry, Lora... " she began.
"Oh please do, Jackie," Lora begged winningly, "it'll be so much fun!"
A slight twinge deep insider her reminded Jackie of the horrible forced submission to her husband and she found herself accepting Lora's eager invitation. She had to do something to take her mind off what had happened and who was she to throw stones at others now, with the maniacal husband she had?
After solitarily drinking several cups of coffee, she applied her makeup carefully, as her eyes were still puffy from her crying jag. She was glad she hadn't seen Vic this morning-she still felt weak and defenseless and she wanted to be ready for him when she confronted him. It was another sunny day, and Jackie defiantly decided to wear her turquoise shorts outfit-short shorts and a matching halter top. She knew that the shorts were a very snug fit, but she didn't care. Let Frank look! It would be a change for her to get all the attention instead of Lora! She wore large round sunglasses and she felt very glamorous as she walked over to Lora's apartment. Judging from the wolf whistles, she thought wryly, I look glamorous too. Frank let her into the apartment. He had on a light polo shirt and summer slacks. His salt and pepper hair was neatly combed and he held a martini glass in his hand. His eyes wandered freely over Jackie's curvaceous outfit, coming to rest on the tempting area between her legs. Jackie started under his frank gaze, her courage rapidly leaving her, but he only said smoothly, "Hello Jackie. I'm glad you decided to come."
Lora poked her head around the kitchen door as Jackie walked into the apartment. "We're having martini s," she called gaily, "want one?"
"Yes, please," Jackie answered-a drink would help calm her nerves.
Lora came in with a large pitcher and a glass and soon all three were sitting down comfortably sipping their drinks.
"We were just discussing the Women's Liberation Movement," Lora said brightly, her cheeks glowing. "Frank says a woman's place is in the home. What do you think, Jackie?"
"Well," Jackie began thoughtfully, "I really agree with the basic tenets of the movement, such as equal pay for women, equal job opportunities, more and better day care centers for children, but I'm afraid I have to draw the line at their hostility-to-men campaign." Jackie was a little surprised at her own answer. She was very interested in Feminine Liberation, and had read a lot about the progress of the various groups, but now, she wondered ruefully, thinking about the horror of last night, perhaps their hostile-to-men approach isn't so bad, after all!!
"I agree with you completely, Jackie," Lora chimed in enthusiastically. "I think that some of the groups, like S.C.U.M. and W.I.T.C.H. carry it too far. They want to take over the whole world and run it without any male help at all! Can you imagine? "
"What would they do with all the men?" Jackie laughed. "Seriously, though," she continued, "it seems as if the State, the Church, and certainly the mass media are all conspiring to keep us in a state of semi-inferiority!"
"How do you mean, Jackie?" Frank asked.
"Well," she replied, "the State established the distinction between jobs for male and female, classifying the higher-paid, more interesting and more responsible jobs for "Men Only"; the Church tells us to love, honor and obey, and the media foists "feminine" fripperies on us, such as makeup, lacy lingerie, etc., convincing us that we can't do without those things, just to put extra money in their pockets! I mean," she continued, "I don't think we should try to remake the world, but I don't think we should be forced to stay at home and be unpaid servants!"
"But," Frank asked, "don't you think that you women are more suited to certain things? You're more intuitive, sensitive-you're innately creative-and only you women can actually bear the children. Your combined talents are better suited to homemaking!"
"That may be," Jackie said, "but does our usefulness have to be limited to maternity and housewifery?" She gulped down the last of her drink and glared almost defiantly at Frank.
"Oh no," he answered easily, "you gals are good for a lot more than that!"
They all laughed then, and Jackie felt more relaxed than she had all day. She didn't know quite what to expect when Lora invited her for lunch, but she could see that this was just a friendly, sociable get-together. And having an intelligent conversation for a change made her feel good-Vic always made fun of her opinions-at least Frank had the decency to listen to what she had to say!
After a while they all sat down to lunch, Lora served French Onion Soup and a delicious Greek salad.
"This salad is absolutely wonderful, Lora," Jackie said. "Whatever is in it?"
"Oh, various things, artichoke hearts, olives, hearts-of-palm, and lots of herbs."
"What is that pale powdery stuff on the lettuce-it doesn't seem to have a taste!" Jackie asked, puzzled.
"Oh that!" Lora laughed, "that's ginseng."
"Ginseng?"
"Yes, it's an Oriental root, used there for thousands of years. It's supposed to have many special powers." Both Lora and Frank laughed as if at a secret joke, and Jackie was even more puzzled, but she refrained from further questions.
Afterwards, they had ice-cream liberally covered with coffee liqueur, and then Lora poured another round of martinis.
Jackie felt light-headed as she giggled and flirted with Frank who seemed to be paying her a lot of attention.
"I have to go to the store and get some groceries," Lora said hastily, "you two take it easy and I'll be back soon." She dashed off but not before she had left a fresh pitcher of martinis on the coffee table.
When she was gone, Frank refilled Jackie's glass and his own, and they sat silently side by side sipping their drinks. Out of nowhere, a picture of Frank's huge, grotesquely-enlarged cock, as she had glimpsed it before it tore into Lora's vagina, appeared vividly before Jackie's eyes. Horrified, she stole a glance at Frank and involuntarily her eyes dropped to his groin, the bulge of which was discernible through his summer pants.
"What's on your mind, Jackie?" Frank asked, a curious leering note in his voice.
Jackie jumped. Had he seen her staring at him, at his crotch... had he read her mind? She forced herself to look directly into his eyes, and she shrank from the lust suddenly gleaming there.
"Oh nothing," she stammered, averting her eyes quickly. In her confusion, she abruptly finished the rest of her drink.
"You look serious," he said, "anything I can help you with? More Women's Lib?"
Again, the awful image of his spasmodic figure as he had pumped his lewd load of male semen into Lora's upraised vagina swam before her eyes. What was wrong with her? Why was she thinking those filthy thoughts? One would think that after last night, she'd never think of a man that way again!
"Are you okay?" Frank asked solicitously, squeezing her shoulder lightly. His touch electrified her.
"Yes, I'm fine," she mumbled, although she felt dizzy and her thoughts were jumbled.
"Here, lie back against the arm of the sofa," Frank suggested and guided her gently by the shoulder. Gratefully, she complied.
"Now isn't that better?" Frank murmured, settling himself very close to her. Jackie lay back blissfully. It certainly was better. A fine cloud settled in her head, blotting out everything and she felt her whole body relax.
Suddenly, she felt a hand massaging her thigh, kneading the pliant flesh. It felt so good. She knew it was wrong but the soft massaging relaxed her, soothed her frazzled nerves. She didn't want him to stop, she'd let him do it for just a minute longer.
Her body stiffened as she felt him begin to stroke the cheeks of her buttocks through her shorts. She wanted to push his hand away-in fact, she thought she did push them away, but they were still there, kneading at her tender buttocks. She couldn't move. It was almost as if she was paralyzed. She tried to lift her hand but her numbed brain refused to send the message to her arm and it just lay there. She felt a finger insinuate itself up the edge of her shorts-it was reaching up, probing, searching. She squirmed as the tip slipped under the big band of her panties and found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair. An electric shock rippled along her legs as the foreign finger tangled playfully in her pubic mound. Forbidden sparks were erupting deep in the pit of her stomach and she squirmed back a little. What was she doing, letting this stranger paw at her, probe in her secret parts-a thing she barely tolerated her husband doing? Why was she powerless to stop him? Worse yet, why did she want him to continue? The martinis had dulled her resistance but what had awakened this unnatural desire? She wasn't attracted to this man, this stranger; only yesterday she had been disgusted with his wanton coupling with Lora! Now, she was actually encouraging this same man to caress and pet her! Was this the effect her husband's vile rape had on her-had it set off a primordial streak in her, changed her into God knew what? The finger played along the tender furrow, already moistened with desire and the nail scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into life.
A warning voice from somewhere in the back of her mind warned her; this is wrong, stop now; stop it before it's too late. But she didn't stop it. She liked his finger on her naked genitals. The finger prodded at her viscous cuntal opening and then suddenly, without warning, plunged into the burning hole between her legs.
"Mmmmmm," Jackie sighed, unconsciously pressing her desire-ridden mound towards the worming middle finger. She was past caring now-she didn't know whose finger it was and she didn't care; all that mattered was that the incredible fire that was building up as the teasing digit swirled around her moist pink cunt. A flush of heat was sweeping over her and she was hungrily grinding her pussy up onto the feverishly working finger. She knew her release was near; she wanted it; craved it.
Frank looked down at her churning loins. "I've got the proud little bitch where I want her now," he chuckled to himself. A liberated woman, hah. With all her talk about equal pay and better jobs, all she wants is cock, she's just crazy for cock and nothing else matters.
Just then, Lora came in. Jackie sat bolt upright. Her face was flushed and she desperately tried to hide from Lora's view the finger that was still hooked into her shorts. The burning in her groin was a raging fire now, and tears of frustration came to her eyes. She fought to quell it by pressing her loins tight down into the soft sofa, but her body fought back in anger over its thwarted orgasm.
"Hi there," Lora said. "You two having a good time?"
She must see, she must notice, Jackie thought, and yet she's acting as if nothing is unusual!
"Yes, we're really getting to know each other," Frank answered. "I've discovered that Jackie is just dying to have a big cock stuffed up her pussy!"
Jackie gasped. Her face turned scarlet, and she instinctively hunched over, trying to hide her shame. But Lora just laughed: "Is that so, honey? Well, Frank has a real good one!"
Shame and mortification flooded through her. But what could she say? She had acted like a shameless hussy, hardly raising any resistance when Frank had started touching her down there. What else was he to think? And then to egg him on, she had churned around like that!
"I have an idea!" Frank called suddenly, finally releasing his finger from Jackie's shorts. "Let's all three of us go in the bedroom!"
"Great idea!" Lora answered. "C'mon, Jackie," she said, pulling at her friend's arm, "let's go get ready for Frankie."
Once again, Jackie was powerless-she could only go with Lora into the bedroom. Frank followed, closing the bedroom door. He seated himself heavily in the chair, folding his hands complacently over his stomach.
Immediately, Lora unzipped the bright yellow dress she was wearing and stepped agilely out of it. With a flick of her fingers, she undid her bra and her firm full breasts swung into freedom. The turgid nipples were fully erect, and Lora boldly cupped the quivering mounds in her hands.. She was wearing high heels, stockings, a garter belt and lacy wispy panties.
Slowly, she drew the flimsy panties down her luscious body and discarded them at her feet. Then she raised her hands over her head, releasing her long black hair to let it cascade down over her shoulders. Frank whistled appreciatively and even Jackie had to admit that Lora was gorgeous-positively the loveliest thing Jackie had ever seen. With a sudden move, Lora unbuttoned the back of Jackie's halter and quickly slipped the brief garment off the surprised girl. Before Jackie had time to protest, Lora unzipped the short-shorts and to her horror, began to slide them down over her hips until they lay in a heap on the floor. Jackie stood there, stock-still, in her brief, still wet between the legs, panties. She couldn't move, this couldn't be happening to her...
"Come on, Jackie," chirped Lora, "Let's see what you've got under those flimsy little things."
"No... no!" Jackie whimpered, backing away. Frank jumped up and both he and Lora advanced on the terrified girl. Taking her by an arm each, they pulled her over to the bed, pushing her down. They roughly ripped off the last barrier to her womanhood. She lay there, staring almost unbelieving up at the two figures but could make no move to resist. Frank began to undress. Jackie was unable to take her eyes off the huge bloated penis that stuck out from the reddish tufts of hair. God! It was even bigger than she had thought. Even bigger than Vic's. The purplish head seemed to throb and she shuddered at the thought of it burrowing into her soft secret vagina.
"Like it?" Frank rasped, his own eyes fixated on the dark silken triangle between her legs.
"It's for you, baby," he crooned, "all for you. I'm going to fuck you, honey, fuck you reeeeeal good!"
His lewd words excited her, and seemed to awaken the intensity of her still-lurking orgasm. Yes, yes, she wanted that monster inside her, just as she had wanted his finger. She wanted to feel the fleshy fullness of it crammed into her pussy, jabbing at her womb. She wanted it, just like Lora got it. She wanted what Lora got. Vic-her husband's name suddenly came to mind. What if he found out? He'd-he'd kill her! From the back of her mind came the suggestive thought-maybe this was the way to pay him back-to punish him for the degradation he had heaped on her. A malicious grin contorted her face.
Frank smacked his lips as he noticed her eyes fixed avidly on his protuberance and her twisted grin. With a snarl, he dove on to the bed, and in one swift movement, grabbed Jackie and hoisted her on top of him. His frenzied hands dug at her breasts which hung temptingly down as she settled her legs, one on either side of him. Again a quiver of fear coursed through her as she noted the monstrous proportions of huge pole. Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her clean up off his body and held her poised over him as easily as if she was a toy. Instinctively, Jackie reached down and spread the hair-lined lips that guarded the petal-like cuntal opening.
"Good girl," Frank smiled savagely.
Slowly, he lowered her down until her tender pink vaginal hole was directly poised over the bulbous head. Jackie winced at the first contact of flesh on flesh and Frank held her there till her soft delicate cuntal skin had adjusted to the rock-hard tip of his prick. He released her waist and Jackie knew that the time had come. She bore down a fraction of an inch and squirmed from the contact... the huge head had already begun to pull at the tender ragged skin. How could she do it? But Frank thrust his loins up at her, and before she could pull away, the head surged up.
Oh my God, it was in!
With a gasp of pain, she felt the outer skin of her vagina settle just below the giant head. Then, as if she were another person, slowly inching her way down, she began to swallow in her depths more and more of the incredible length. When her insides felt as though they were completely filled, she looked down. Good God! Only half of that mammoth rod was inside her! She could never get the rest in! It was just too big! Again, Frank gripped her by the waist, and forcefully slammed her pelvis down onto his enormous shaft.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Jackie screamed from her very depths of her chest.
"Nnnnnnnooooooo stop it... you're killing me... noooooo ..!" she begged. She fought wildly to escape but Frank held her in a viselike grip. There was no escape. Miraculously, after a moment, the excruciating pain began to subside, and Jackie felt herself being lifted up again. She stopped until just the head was encased in her vagina, and then once more, Frank slammed her body down. This time the pain was not nearly so bad, although she felt an awakening painful twinge in her back passage-a grim reminder of yesterday's rape by her own husband. And then, as though goaded on by the memory, she began a slow up and down rhythm. It was alive inside her! The hard pliant head was deep in her belly pressed hard up against her cervix, the ridged length of it tickling the membrane of her vaginal channel and his wiry pubic hair grazed against her sensitive pussy lips. A fiery tingling had started deep in her womb and seeped relentlessly to every part of her body.
"Oooooohhhhh" she chanted as her yo-yoing up and down on the lust-greased pole took on a heathen rhythm of its own. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. How could she have ever existed without this huge meaty cock rummaging deeply in her womb? Her pent-up desires were released; her husband's emotional neglect of her had made her yearn for relief and that relief was forthcoming. Her hands dug frantically into Frank's fleshy buttocks as she strove to get every last inch-to bury even more of him in the hot pulsating cavern between her legs. God! She'd never felt like this before. In all her lovemaking with her husband, she had never approached this crescendo of feeling. She had never known it existed. Now she knew why Lora and Frank had writhed so passionately on the floor yesterday; she herself was contorted with lust; her body was rocking wildly in a mad lascivious dance. And it felt good... so good.
Frank's body shook uncontrollably as he flexed his loins and pushed deeply into Jackie's cunt. He had no idea she'd be this hot-that she'd be so good. This was beyond his wildest dreams. After the frigid smile she'd given him yesterday, prim in her green sundress, he was determined to make her knuckle under, to see her prissy little cunt working up and down his cock, and loving it! His attention was distracted by a movement on the bed. His vision was blocked out and then his face felt warm and moist. It was Lora! Her soft, palpitating pussy was pressed deep over his lips and her hands were tangled in his hair. Her sweet female odor overpowered him and he wormed his tongue up teasingly between the fleshy hair lined folds.
He heard her gasp excitedly, and then she screwed her naked genitals down harder on his face. Her vagina contracted, opening and closing expertly around his tickling tongue. He lashed his tongue furiously around her clitoris and cunt, and she went wild with frenzy. Her cunt flowered open, and he sucked voraciously at the ragged edges, lapping greedily at her flowing vaginal secretions. He could feel her muscle hollow and contract around his nose and mouth and he plunged his tongue deeper up into her cunt. Maddened by the tantalizing female odor between her legs he licked savagely at the softly throbbing cunt lips and bit viciously at her erectile clitoris. He pulled and tugged at the sensual button, wringing guttural moans from her lips. Her soft, slightly perspiring thighs gripped his face cruelly between them and she rubbed her sex-crazed crotch against his drenched mouth, and his probing tongue, slashing mercilessly, was buried even deeper in her tormented vagina.
Jackie being fucked below was now uncontrollable. Her whole body twitched and writhed and she groaned with desire as the deliciously-punishing instrument sunk deeper within her, again and again. She was approaching orgasm, and her body was not her own-it was a wild animal, thinking only of itself.
A cat-like wail startled her and she opened her eyes to see Lora's twisting contorted body, astride Frank's face, riding him like some savage Indian maiden of yore.
The lewd spectacle excited her. No vestige of her hitherto offended sense of decency at such a lustful act remained in her head-she just gaped at the lascivious sight, hypnotized by Lora's crazily churning pussy, egged on by the wet, obscene sounds that Frank's tongue made as it slavered up between her friends widespread thighs. Sweat was pouring from Jackie's body now and her smooth rippling buttocks began a deep spasmodic grind. A low groan started to erupt from her throat and she was there!!
"YEEEEESSSSSSS... !!!" she screamed, her crotch mashing down demon-like on Frank's cock, demanding, devouring, just as he began spewing his hot sticky sperm deep up into her churning vaginal canal. His loins bucked up against hers, and animalistic mewls came from his covered mouth. A deep sob rented the air. Jackie, her body still twitching and her lust dimmed eyes half-closed, could see Lora, jerking like a jack-in-the-box, tearing wildly at Frank's hair as he wrenched a soul-shattering orgasm from her tongue-lashed pussy. The three satiated bodies collapsed in a drooling, sweaty, disorderly heap, their titillated nerve-endings still twitching.
As the last orgasmic twitches subsided, sanity returned to Jackie. And with it came self-loathing and self-disgust. Caught up as she had been in a whirlwind of lustful desire, shame, guilt and fear had been whipped away on the winds of forgetfulness. Now in the calm of rationality, the enormity of what she had done dawned on her. She was no better than Lora-no better than a whore. She had been unable to control her wild carnal feelings and she had betrayed her husband! Tears of remorse stung her eyes. She still loved Vic, in spite of what he had done. How could she face him? Now she was the depraved one, the guilty, unfaithful partner.
Her eyes swam as she slipped away from the dozing bodies of Frank and Lora. Blindly, she groped around until she had found her clothes. A thin web of his semen was trickling down the inside of her thigh and she stared at it in loathing. Dashing into the bathroom, she scrubbed at the offending leg until it was raw and sore. She splashed cold water over her face and dressed. Then, without a glance at her friends, she let herself out of the apartment. She ran down the street towards her apartment, mindless of the curious stares of the passersby, conscious only of her feelings of self-hate and worthlessness.
CHAPTER FIVE
The bright sunlight streaming into the bedroom woke Jackie the next morning. Glancing sleepily at the clock, she saw that it was already nine o'clock. With a sinking feeling, she knew Vic hadn't come home that night. Where was he? She had waited for him, hour after hour; it must have been well after 2:00 a.m. when she finally dropped off to sleep. Why didn't he come home? Did he know-had he found out about her infidelity yesterday? Jackie hid her face in the pillow trying to turn back the clock! If only she hadn't been so nasty to Vic that night when he came home, he wouldn't have raped her so cruelly! If only he hadn't raped her, she'd never, never have consented to that horrible menage-a-trois! Yes, she might as well face it. That's what-it was. Just what certain French movies were about, and she had done it, participated in it! But the minutes ticked slowly on, not back, and Jackie finally dragged her body out of bed.
She wasn't hungry at all but she forced herself to drink a cup of coffee. Suppose, she thought, as she sat at the kitchen table, suppose Vic had tried to call her yesterday, when she was out making love with another man! The cruel supposition kept jabbing at her until she felt that everywhere in the apartment, accusing fingers were pointing at her.
She had to get outside! Hurriedly dressing, she dashed out into the bright sunlight. She wore her sunglasses but this time, not to make herself glamorous-but to hide her guilt from the world.
There were lots of people walking about-busy mothers with gaily frolicking children, cheerful teenagers joking and laughing, tradesmen bustling to and fro-everyone was happy, Jackie thought miserably, except her. I bet none of these women, she reflected bitterly, have been unfaithful to their husbands! I was one like them too, but now, I'm one of the women they'd want to run out of the neighborhood! It seemed to her that she walked for miles. Up and down tree-lined streets, past crowded supermarkets, down the busy main thoroughfare. Once, scared, she realized that she was walking in a strange, unfamiliar neighborhood and she had to ask someone for directions back to Roland Avenue. Once again, she found herself on the street where Lora lived and her feet almost hypnotically led her to Lora's apartment. She stood for a long moment, staring up at the second floor. She had sworn she'd never go back there, but the need for compassionate understanding and a friendly word was foremost in her mind. Once more, she pressed the bell.
When she opened the door, it was obvious that Lora was dressed to go out She had her new wet-look suit on and her face was carefully made up.
"Oh Jackie-Am I glad to see you!" she said hurriedly.
"I won't keep you," Jackie replied, "if you're going out."
"Come in, come in," Lora said effusively.
Jackie felt shy. She didn't know what she was doing here-she wanted to leave. She was ashamed to look Lora in the eye, after their shameful behavior with Frank yesterday.
"Jackie, will you do me an enormous favor, please," Lora asked in her appealing way.
Jackie had to laugh. "Okay, I'll try; what is it?"
"Oh, you're an angel," Lora squealed, clapping her hands. "I've met this absolutely fabulous hunk of man-Gerry is his name-and I have a date with him at noon. Only Frank called after I'd set the date with Gerry and said he'd be over. I didn't have a chance to tell him I was busy already, so would you please, please just wait here and tell him I had to leave? I couldn't reach him at home by phone."
Jackie blanched. She'd be willing to do almost anything for Lora, but she couldn't, she just couldn't face Frank again.
"Oh Lora, I can't!" she cried, "after yesterday, I don't...
"Oh Jackie," Lora cried, crocodile tears in her eyes. "You said you'd do it! And this might be my big chance. I think... I think Gerry's the one!" she breathed. "If I don't show up today, I'll never see him again!" A tear trickled down her face.
Jackie melted. After all, she'd only see Frank for a minute, and then she'd leave. Besides, she'd never forgive herself if she made Lora miss a chance at happiness. All the poor girl wanted was a man of her own to love and cling to!
"Okay!" Jackie said.
Lora threw her arms around Jackie's neck.
"Oh thank you!" she said happily, and in a whisper, "You'll be my bridesmaid!!"
I'm glad I stopped by, Jackie thought to herself after Lora left. Even though I only saw her for a minute, Lora really cheered me up. She wandered through the apartment, stopping in the kitchen. A strange spice jar, sitting on the formica counter top, caught her eye. Curiously, she picked it up.
"Ginseng" the label read. "For additional virility, shake liberally over soups, salads, etc. shortly before desired."
Jackie gasped. She remembered Lora and Frank's secret joke, her own strange uncontrollable desire for him. So this was what caused it! She was strangely relieved that her unnatural lust was caused by a strange drug, rather than by depravity in herself. She was so relieved that she forgot to be angry with Lora for sprinkling it on the salad. She was almost happy again when Frank came into the apartment. It hadn't occurred to Jackie that he'd have a key, but when she'd thought about it, in the new clarity with which she viewed Lora, she wasn't surprised. He looked surprised, however, to see her.
"Hullo Jackie, where's Lora?"
"She had to go out urgently, Frank," she answered lightly. "She asked me to stay and let you know. It was unavoidable-she couldn't get in touch with you!"
"So you're to take her place, huh?"
Jackie started. Panic gripped her insides and must have shown on her face, because Frank laughed and said: "Relax, I was only kidding!"
She laughed then too and Frank added: "How about if I make us a drink?" Jackie was on the point of refusing, remembering yesterday, but then, also remembering the ginseng and her ensuing artificially-aroused desire, thought oh why not, one drink never did anyone any harm.
Frank mixed a batch of gin and bitters and they sat in the comfortable living room, sipping the cool drinks.
The drink must have loosened her tongue, for she found herself confiding in Frank, telling him about her troubles with Vic. She explained how she felt stunted, unfinished, how she wished she had an interesting job, a preoccupying hobby or something to arouse her out of the mental turpitude she was in. "And," she heard herself saying boldly, "that mental sluggishness has an affect on my body, too. I'm physically lethargic, too, stagnant in my responses, unwilling to change."
"You didn't seem very stagnant to me yesterday," Frank said, looking quizzically at her.
"Oh, that was the first time-the very first time-" she stopped suddenly. What was she saying? Telling him about her body, her lovemaking! What had come over her? What would he think of her?
As if in answer to her unspoken question, Frank said, "You know, Jackie, you're a very lovely girl. I could really go for you in a big way!"
His unwarranted praise thrilled her. It was so long since she'd felt a man's appreciation.
"I like you too, Frank," she said awkwardly, and she meant it. She was beginning to like this older man who was at first so repulsive to her. She began to admire his craggy, indented face, reading mystery and strength into the deeply etched lines. She liked his body, hulking though it was-its very bulk attracted her. Even the memory of his... penis, as large as it was, hypnotized and attracted her in a lewd way.
Thinking again of its rangy length, its enormous proportions as it had jammed into her drug hungry vagina yesterday, she shivered slightly. Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed her tightly. He smashed his lips down on hers, bruising them in a tight passionate kiss. Jackie struggled feebly and briefly and then relaxed in his bear-like embrace. His kiss sent little shivers running up and down her spine and she felt her body quiver as his hands moved down over her soft round buttocks. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, lying here with this man's hands roaming at will over her, his mouth clenched on hers, but she felt so protected so good; it didn't really seem wrong. And she couldn't, wouldn't move. If he tried anything more, she'd stop him, but this was all right, this didn't count.
Her body strained with his hands as they coursed over her. Jackie didn't know what to think as she lay cradled in Frank's arms. She knew she should hate him, after yesterday, hate him violently, but she didn't hate him at all, that was the funny thing, she didn't hate him at all!
Frank's hand slipped down the front of her summer shirt and slid into her bra, cupping her entire breast in his large hand. Her breast stiffened and she gasped softly as he rolled the awakening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making it jump to full attention. He pulled at the hardened tit, caressing the wrinkled passionate aureola, sending ripples of desire surging through her body.
She must stop him now, she must-she tried to think of Vic, her marriage, her moral integrity, but just then, Frank burrowed his tongue deep into her mouth, slipping past her teeth and entwined it with hers. Her arm reached up and circled his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers, greedily sucking his tongue into her mouth. She knew what her acquiescence to his passionate kiss would lead to, but she was incapable of pulling away from him, this man she had loathed! His tongue sawed mercilessly in and out in a savage oral fucking, and his bristly skin dug painfully into her soft peach face. Deeper and deeper his thick wet tongue swirled, and tiny kitten-like mewls of pleasure gurgled in her throat. He kneaded her breast savagely as if it were a piece of baker's dough and his other arm held her in a tight unyielding grip.
Then his hand was on her knee. It hesitated there for a moment before crawling insect-like up to the fullness of her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up with it. Higher and higher it went until the fingers touched the tight crotch band of her panties. Waves of indecent pleasure washed away her desire to resist. His hand snaked under the elastic leg band and his whole hand was inside her panties! Boldly, he cupped her throbbing pubic mound in his palm, pushing and squeezing at it, twisting his fingers through the soft brown curls. Incredibly, she pushed her quivering mound up to press harder into his grasping palm. It felt so good as his middle finger poked tentatively at the top of her moistening slit. Then the finger parted the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair and wormed into the velvet folds of her pussy, probing at the lubricated softness of her hidden crevices. She squirmed against the rummaging finger. It poked into the damp walls of her burning cunt, twitching now with desire, and instinctively, she spread her legs slightly to allow his roaming digit greater access. It jabbed around, widening the quivering hole, sliding easily along the smooth contracting inner walls. Withdrawing his finger with a wet sluicing sound, the searching tip now stroked the fleshy outer lips, tearing at the sparse hairs and came to rest on the hardened button of her clitoris. She sighed softly as he teased the rigid throbbing point in time to the teasing swirling of his fleshy tongue in her mouth. The wet moist contact of finger and clit down below and the sensual tongue-to-tongue duel above awoke untamed animal desire in Jackie and her whole body undulated from rapturous desires.
Now Frank's voice was breathing in her ear, "I want to fuck you, baby, I want to fuck you again like I did yesterday...
Her nubile pussy writhed under his expert touch and her whole body vibrated, announcing unbridled arousal. In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, she rasped, "Oh yes, Frank... fuck me, fuck me, like you did yesterday, like you did Lora, do it to me again Frank darling... "
Feverishly, his fingers began to unzip her dress and moaning with desire, she lifted herself up to help him ease off the cotton garment. Hurriedly, she tore off her bra, and her lust-maddened breasts jumped joyfully in their new freedom. Her nipples were red and tautly erected, and goose bumps covered the whole of the white fleshy orbs. She cried out protestingly as Frank withdrew his finger from her throbbing cunt, as he slid the moisture-drenched panties down over her softly perspiring thighs, revealing her glistening pubic mound to his salacious view. For a moment, he stared at her tremoring body. A thin rivulet of perspiration ran down the deep cleft of her melon-like breasts and the thin line of hairs from her navel to her pubis glistened. Her soft pubic triangle was churning softly and her widespread legs afforded a view of her moist pink slit nestled teasingly down between her thighs. His cock was throbbing intensely and a sticky drool of semen had stained his pants. Hurriedly, he ripped off his clothes, releasing his aching cock. Dimly, Jackie saw its huge size, but this time instead of being repulsed by its grossness, her dazed mind was dwelling on the delicious sensations she knew it would bring to her desire-wracked body. Then Frank was bending over her, and his red-hot tongue was showering frenzied kisses on her breasts, licking away the perspiration in the ivory valley, slavering down to her tiny navel, where it poked obscenely at the minute hole and trailing warm wet kisses down to the softness of her pubic curls. She was vaguely aware of him gently prying her thighs apart, and she shivered under the gaze she knew he was fixing on her exposed genitals. Repulsion against what she knew was coming fought for the upper hand, but her pulsating pussy, with a mind of its own, begged for, and won attention in any form. A stranger's voice, surely not her own, coarsely demanded, "Lick me, suck me Frank, suck my cunt, eat me----She didn't, she couldn't have uttered the words, but she wanted it to happen anyway, she wanted Frank to suck her, to make her cum that way! She had to have it!
Gently, Frank's thumbs teasingly parted the swollen vaginal lips and exposed the whole length of her steaming pink slit to his voracious gaze. Greedily, he drank in the enticing sight and then slowly lowered his head between her quivering thighs. Jackie's body lurched convulsively as Frank's tongue descended on her sensitive cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed as he tongued the lust-moistened folds of her pussy. It darted exploratorily into the hidden recesses of her. naked cunt, sucking and drawing out her nectar-like juices. It found the tiny sensitive button and pulled at it, tweaking it into erection.
Jackie moaned under the sharp nips that Frank's teeth were raining on the throbbing bud. Her head flayed from side to side and Frank played his ceaselessly working tongue up and down her churning vaginal split. He found the soft delicate skin surrounding the petal-like opening and gently titillated the sensuous membrane before suddenly plunging his tongue into the white-hot opening. Her body plunged around as he orally fucked her, savagely swirling his hard wet tongue around in her clasping hole. Jackie jerked and twisted beneath the insanely licking tongue until she thought she'd go mad. Her thighs rose up and clamped tight against his head, and her hands tangled in his hair and pulled his head down even further into her desire-maddened loins. She began to grind upwards, trying to rake every bit of her cuntal surface against the delicious instrument of pleasure, and her thighs opened and closed scissors-like in time to her earthy grinds. Her face was twisted with lust, thrown back, and her wide-open mouth uttered obscene encouragement to the living organ that was working on her lust-crazed pussy. Her eyes were half-closed and a rosy flush spread over her contorted face. Her feet, wrapped around Frank's neck, held him in a death-like grip from which there was no escape. Frank withdrew his swirling tongue and looked up between her full rounded breasts with glee at her abandoned wantonness before returning once more to his arduous task. Her pubic curls were damp and matted, and foamy saliva frothed around the fleshy hair-lined lips. Her cunt opened and closed around his tongue, trying to draw it even further in to its steaming passage, until he thought it would be ripped out from the roots. He felt her contractions become more spasmodic, more demanding and he knew that she was on the verge... she couldn't hold out any longer. She was jerking up off the bed now, raising his head in her lust-driven strength. Everything was wiped from the slate of her mind, every whisper of the doubts that had haunted her, duty, honor, fidelity to her husband. And nothing remained now but the driving careening motor of her orgasm which was accelerating, now out of control as it finally crested... She was cumming!
Arms and legs akimbo, she ground her loins up to Frank's secretion-drenched face and she was shrieking, squealing like a stuck pig, as orgasm after orgasm flooded over her. Wave after wave of intense passion gathered her up as if she were driftwood and swept her along in their wake to send her crashing on the beach of her lust. At long last, the cumming was over and she lay obscenely spread on the sofa, her mouth still gaping as her redolent juices mixed with saliva streamed down her soft thighs and darkened the plush crushed velvet of the sofa.
Lying there in the wonderful afterglow of the pleasure she had denied herself for so long, she was aware of Frank hovering over her again, his neglected cock dangling in expectation. A lewd grin contorted his face and he was leering unashamedly. She seemed to sense what was on his mind because she reached up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck.
"Fuck me now," she whispered hoarsely, "fuck me now, Frank... " The crude words coming from her puritanical young mouth sent his already huge cock leaping into even greater proportions and he joyfully lowered his ponderous bulk over her as she lay in complete surrender.
Christ, she really wallowed in that little game, Frank thought, satisfaction fighting with lust for control of his visage, now let's see how she goes with the next little item!
It had given him a sense of importance and power to see her writhing so unashamedly under his tonguing ministrations-to see her proud young body begging for the release that was in his power to give. Now the depths she had sunk to, to utter such filthy pleading words sent new satisfaction soaring through him-as he breathed hotly down at her. Her glazed eyes stared vacantly up at him and already she was mouthing little mewls of pleasure. He ran his hands along the smooth alabaster flesh of her perfect body, stopping to squeeze the full firm breasts that proudly thrust up at him. Lowering his head, he savagely bit at her left orb, leaving a reddening patch of teeth marks. An agonized cry wrung from Jackie's lips. That would show the bitch who's master here, he thought cruelly, his lips curled in ugly brutality. Jackie was suddenly afraid now... not afraid that he'd hurt her, but afraid that he'd change his mind and decided not to cram his granite-hard cock up her cunt. And she wanted it! Lord, how she wanted it. She didn't know what she'd do if he stopped-she was afraid she might dash out on the street and beg the first man that passed by, whether old or young, cripple or whole, to fuck her till she couldn't walk-she wanted it that bad. She strained her entire body up against him, begging him silently to fuck her. She pressed her swollen breasts against his sandpapery chest and ground her naked loins against his so that their pubic hairs, damp from exertion, tangled in a matted jumble of red and brown. She mashed her aching pussy up against his pubic bone, hoping to relieve some of the gnawing that was growing there. And then, suddenly, she could stand it no longer. Snaking out her legs and wrapping them fiercely around him, she clung to him and shrieked, "Fuck me now, oh pleeeeeeease fuck me now... "
Frank smirked cruelly down at her. God, he had her right where he wanted her now. She was dying for it, just like he'd told Lora, and by God, when she'd got it, she'd never forget it, as long as she lived.
Catching her by the ankles, he brutally drew her legs up, draping them up over his shoulders so that the whole untrammeled plane of her crotch was visible to his eye, naked and unprotected. He avidly eyed the enticing scene. He could see the ragged edges of her cunt-hole, opening and closing, trying to grasp at anything that would enter. The tip of her clitoris glistened through the damp outer hairs and a musky female odor of hungering sex wafted up at him from her crazed loins. Her whole pussy was jerking gently, and her thighs tightened around his neck. Her cunt was still moist from her tumultuous orgasm and it was ripe and ready for his onslaught. Lowering her kicking legs from his neck, he spread the moist pink flanges of her cunt and exposed the star-like opening even more. The hardened clitoris seemed to be throbbing and the fleshy outer lips were swollen in their intensity.
"Do you want my cock in your pussy?" he teased mercilessly.
Eagerly, she reached down groping blindly for-the giant instrument. Wrapping her fingers around its thick width, she guided it towards her waiting hole. She placed the gargantuan head at the moist opening and then strained to push her pelvis down on her prize. Cruelly, Frank held her suspended there, unable to move, her cunt a hair's breadth away from the top of his huge rod.
Frustrated, her face red with exertion, she fought to voluntarily skewer herself on his enormous shaft. Finally, she felt the hard flesh of his penis push at her tender skin, teasing it, barely grazing the throbbing flesh. Little cries of anger escaped her lips, and she pounded her fists on his back in a wild staccato, and dug her heels into his broad back, infuriated beyond control at his sadistic withholding of his prick. She reached her hand down again and searching until she found the hugeness of his testicles hanging between his legs, she began pumping and kneading the pulsing balls, sending electric chills coursing up and down his back. God, he thought, the bitch has gone mad. She's crazy. The maniacal pumping of her hand on his tortured balls enflamed him and he rammed forward, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt in her hungrily sucking pussy. The smooth rubbery head hit hard against her tender cervix, rocking her whole pelvic region and she had to gulp back the sobs from the shooting pain. She was sure he'd ram right through, up to her throat, his member seemed so endless. Still she continued her frantic milking of his balls, sending him into wild spasms of desirous twitches. Slowly, he began to withdraw the menacing rod, alleviating the pain a little, only to plunge it in once more to the hilt. Gradually, the pain cleared and the sinewy walls of her hungry cunt clasped wildly at the sawing instrument. Now something else was replacing the pain-sheer, raw lust-pure animal desire. As the huge cudgel plowed into her, she could feel its every ridge and the throb of her internal muscles only served to incite it into greater inflation. Frank began a slow rhythmic pumping into her, driving his cock deep into her until his balls, finally released from her incredible kneading, smacked hard against the widespread crevice of her buttocks, where the wiry hairs tickled the tender flesh. He slowly pulled the long shaft out, until just the head was inside her clinging pink flesh. She shoved her crotch up to meet his downward thrusts, levering them both up off the bed, every muscle and cord in her entire body straining with the pressure. Her arms were locked around his neck and her tongue darted out and coated her cracked, parched lips with her saliva. Her nostrils flared like a sniffing beast and she opened and closed her eyes in a mindless daze. A great fiery ball of aching hunger was gathering force inside her womb. It sent out tongues of flame shooting up through her taut stomach to her heaving breasts, rippling out to her hardened nipples. The flaming tongues of fire ran down to her cunt, darting here and there, coaxing her tender nether lips into swollen fleshy sensuality. The uncontrollable flames spread to her legs, her thighs, even to her toes which curled against Frank's shoulders. Frank was breathing heavily now. Still, he labored on, driving his huge prick far, far up in her contracting depths and slowly easing it out, watching the cuntal skin cling for dear life as it withdrew, unwilling to let the giant shaft go, even for a moment. His balls were aching with the seething sperm which the young wife had churned to a volcano, and they demanded to be spewed out of darkness, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
The great fireball in Jackie was snowballing now, increasing in intensity, sweeping her very soul along into a headlong rush down the snowy mountain. Down, down, it plummeted and suddenly, it hit bottom.
A thousand tiny splinters of multi-faceted snowflakes exploded in Jackie's body and showered over her, like a crystalline exploding fireworks, their icy edges raising hundreds of goose bumps on her rippling skin. Her arms and legs jerked spasmodically and a flush enveloped her after her icy plunge, as she felt Frank's scalding liquid pistoning into her, shooting far up into her belly. Animalistic rutting grunts erupted deep in his throat as jet after jet of the sticky seed spurted into her, until, finally, his wildly gushing member was empty, drained of all he had to give, and tired and worn now, it slipped into flaccidity, falling away from her streaming cunt, trailing cottony threads of cum with it.
Dreamily, Jackie sighed. "Oh Frank, that was so good, darling... " She had never in her life felt anything so good, and she wondered if she would ever again. She slipped into an easy sleep, her mind clear of guilt, her sleeping thoughts drifting happily on Frank and the magic key he possessed that unlocked her secret responses.
CHAPTER SIX
Frank Lambertino was angry. He had just left the Avenue and had found out that once again, the Moroni Family had been badmouthing him. He'd have to put an end to them, once and for all, he thought. They were crossing him just too much lately, and he mentally decided that just one more provocation and he'd give his boys the go ahead. Now, as he drove toward Gail's place, his thoughts turned toward his "investment", the three-story building on St. Paul. He hoped she'd have something to show him for the past week. Takings were bad these days, with the recession and all, not to mention the increasing freedom that was rampant among the general populace.
The only bright spot on his dim horizon was Jackie. He was proud of having seduced her, he revelled in her complete subjugation to him. Memories of yesterday's torrid afternoon, were warm in his head and he chuckled softly, in spite of his irritation. They don't call me "Pretty Boy" Lambert in o for nothing, he thought, his spirits lifting.
He let himself in by the back way and nimbly climbed up the stairs of the plush building. Gail wasn't around; maybe she was with a customer. Judging by the number of keys missing from the rack in the back hall, a lot of the girls were busy too. On the second floor, he slipped into a small room adjoining the rich red-velvet main bedroom. He immediately went over to the large mirror which hung on the wall dividing the two , rooms. The curtains were already drawn over the glass brick windows and the room was fairly dark, so he flicked on a switch and peered into the mirror. It was a two-way mirror, linked up with the huge glass mirror on the other side of the wall. He could see the other room perfectly, without the occupants being aware of him looking.
Gail was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, completely nude. Her pearly skin shone with a faint shimmering of perspiration and her arms were stretched out to dangle down over the edges of the bed. He could see the golden fuzz of her pubic hair, a shining mass of curls and the moist pink of her quivering cuntal slit. The tiny reddish tip of her clitoris was just visible through the thin hair-lined lips. A man, also naked, appeared from the far corner of the room, and Frank could see his rigid cock, growing before his eyes into a heavy fleshiness. He knelt between Gail's naked widespread thighs, and began to run his lips and tongue moistly up and down her body. He planted hot leech-like kisses on her neck, leaving red little marks from the force of his sucking. He slavered his tongue over her heaving breasts and closed his convoluted lips over the blushing nipples. He sucked moistly on first one and then the other, pulling them into quivering hardness, and then he traced a wet teasing path down to her flat stomach, where he lapped at the open plane like a dog drinking water. Gail writhed beneath his drooling ministrations like a woman possessed. Her hands opened and closed, clutching futilely at the silky bedspread, trying to grasp an invisible solidity.
Frank smiled-he was glad Gail was "working"-it meant money in his pocket. As he had to see her anyway, he decided to watch and see how efficient she was at her job.
The man's feverish tongue had reached the glossy triangle between her legs and Gail's entire body quivered in anticipation. Hesitating, he lowered his head and began to trail his wet tongue down the soft resilient inner thighs, stopping on the upstroke at the luscious, cunt-scented vee. The thighs visibly trembled, and Frank could see clearly the long blue veins shadowed against the milky whiteness. Gail was at fever pitch-her mouth hung open and her glassy, lust-hazed eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. Then the man slowly pressed his hands, palm downwards on the smooth flat plane of her stomach, just above her soft pubic mound. This pressing made her whole crotch raise even more to his lustful view. His thumbs slowly dropped and pressed into the outer flanges of her cunt. Frank saw the strong thumbs massage the hair-lined lips and could almost see them swell with intensity as they were kneaded and coaxed. They gently stretched and pulled the growing lips outward, parting the soft downy pubic hair and exposing the moist red slit of her vagina. The tender delicate flesh was presented up to the man's face like a defenseless sacrifice, and Frank could see his tongue circling his lips in nervous preparation for what was to come. His thumbs again pulled the fleshy flanges further outward, stretching the dainty ragged inner lips and revealing the throbbing tiny bud of Gail's clitoris, poised just above the rosy viscous opening of her pussy. The pink chiffony cunt looked alive to Frank and its pulsating aliveness sent a thrill coursing through him. The man scrutinized the roseate treasure for a moment, drinking in its softness, the utter femininity of it, the pearly mauvish hue of the minor inner lips contrasting like a well colored pastel rainbow with the fleshy pinkness of her cuntal opening and the deep blush rose of her dainty clitoris. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he dropped his head and his long tongue snaked out to dab at the shivering little button of raw nerve at the top of the slit.
Gail's body jerked and she ground her buttocks down into the soft bed to escape the electric touch, but, just as quickly, her legs snaked up and twisted obscenely around his neck, pulling his face down to her desire-maddened crotch.
As he buried his head in her soft yielding loins, her thighs closed in on him, covering his head in an unmovable stranglehold, his wiry dark hair tickling her tender inner flesh.
From his position at the other side of the mirror-wall, Frank could just see, through the maze of writhing flesh, Gail's hot, steaming cunt, and the tip of the man's tongue as it swirled around the warm fleshy nooks of her pussy. He could see the puckered dark pink ring of her anus, contracting, convoluting, the wrinkled outer surrounding skin glistening from the dribbles of her secretions which seeped out of her frothing cunt and mingled with her own perspiration already settling there. Suddenly, the tongue would lash out and lap up the dripping lubrication, darting into the hot crevice that nestled her anus, and the nostrils would flare from the pungent odor of her nether region. The man's mouth worked like a demon, the tongue possessed with a will of its own. Mindless uncontrolled lust swept over Gail and her upper body writhed and wrenched in an epileptic-like fit. The man's hands dashed up to the slippery, sweating breasts that danced tantalizing in front of his eyes, and gathered the ivory mounds in his hands. Voluptuous as they were, their soft excess slipped out between his fingers, and he caught the incredibly-hardened nipples between his fingers and trapped their firmness there.
Now the slaving hands dipped to her firm, rounded moons, and grabbed the smooth lustfully undulating cheeks, pressing and squeezing them, until his red handprints stayed, holding his savage imprint. He pulled the ivory moons up toward his face until his nose and mouth were completely covered with the warm soft walls of her gently pulsating cunt. Gail's hands were now tangled in the man's dark hair and she pulled brutally on the short strands, as if trying to seek release from her growing lust. A scarlet flush had spread over her face now and Frank could see that her orgasm was imminent. The man's tongue and lips and hands were all united in a feverish rush of frantic action, sucking, licking, pulling, teasing, trying to wring the earth-shaking eruption from Gail's tortured body. Tears were running freely down her face now, and the pain of her hands in his hair caused the man's face to blush a deep red, which shone strangely through the thin film of vaginal lubrication which coated it entirely. Gail ground her pelvis up roughly now, the force of the grind arching her back up a foot or more off the bed, and the man's imprisoned face followed her as she pressed down into the bed on the return, which made her upper torso jerk up obscenely. Suddenly, she was jerking demoniacally, buffeting her loins against the demented man's face, pulling tufts of hair from his unfortunate head. Her mouth was wide open now, and Frank guessed that she was screaming and mouthing obscenities. Her loins and his mouth were rocking in unison now as giant tremor after tremor swept through her .body, tossing it limply from cum to cum, until finally, the blood drained from her panting body and she lay back, exhausted. The man also fell back on his back, his tongue hanging out like a panting animal and Frank could see Gail's orgasmic secretions flowing copiously from her still visibly throbbing orifice. "What a show" he thought, cackling lasciviously to himself. Good old Gail-she sure dug that one!
He sat down when he had switched off the mirror and waited for her to come in to get dressed.
After a few moments, Gail came in, her face flushed and her hair still in disarray. She had on a light flimsy robe, which she clutched around her ripe body. She started when she saw Frank lolling in the easy chair.
"How long have you been here?" she asked.
"Long enough to see you earn your money," he drawled. "How much are you charging him?" he asked, speaking faster now.
"N-nothing, Frank," she whispered, frightened.
"NOTHING!!!" he snarled, jumping to his feet.
"You fucking little slut! I'll teach you... "
Gail jumped back. "Wait a minute, Frank!" she snapped, her eyes sparkling with anger.
"That's Vic Trenton," she went on. "He's a building inspector and he came around threatening court and fines if we didn't spend a couple of thousand fixing up this place. I had to take his mind off the violations, so... " she shrugged.
Frank's dark eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure you're giving me the whole story?" he asked coldly.
"Of course I am, Frankie!" Gail purred, regaining her courage. "You know I wouldn't double-cross you, don't you?"
"Okay... " he assented, "but be sure you don't spend too much time with that creep in the future," he added warningly. "I don't like the idea of you handing out your goodies for free-!"
"Don't worry, baby," she crooned, "I'll take care of him."
She sidled over to the cabinet and brought out a bottle and two glasses. "Let's have a little drink-to our health!" she suggested laughingly.
"Good idea!" Frank answered, his voice raucous. The sight of Gail's firm, well sculptured breasts straining out of the half-opened robe excited him, and his prick gave a life-beginning lurch.
They sat down at the tiny round table, and Gail poured two Scotches, neat. She sat back, and crossed her slim legs, revealing a large expanse of smooth' milky thigh to Frank's gaping eyes. He took a deep swallow of the burning liquid and his enflamed eyes roamed over the provocative blonde in front of him. She sat demurely back, seemingly oblivious that her pose had stretched the skimpy robe even more and that it was yawning open all the way to her waist. Her long, slender hand grasped it closed just below her navel, sealing off her golden pubic fleece from view, but everything else was naked and unadorned. The two ends of the robe could not meet over her expansive breasts, and the twin orbs pushed together and formed an enticing split of creamy flesh. As if electrified by his steady gaze, her nipples sprang into hardness and pushed and strained against the thin silky material of her robe, and as Gail lifted her drink to her mouth and replaced it on the table, they rubbed and slid against the sheer fabric, titillating themselves and stroking themselves into greater erection. His eyes dropped once again to the sensual curve of Gail's legs, and a gleam of moisture on the smooth inner thighs reminded him that she had just come from another man's arms. That only minutes before, another man's tongue had slavered and labored in the tangle of those moist knotted curls down at the entrance to her willing, eager body.
A wave of jealousy swamped him and his tortured prick, struggling frantically against the punishing confinement of his pants reminded him of the powerful strength of lust and he struggled helplessly against that impelling call.
"How's my latest protegee working out?" he asked suddenly, reaching for a second shot of Black and White.
"Oh, little red-haired Lucy?" Gail answered, smiling. "She's a doll. She's so young and innocent-looking that the customers have taken her cherry fifteen times already!!!"
They both laughed and clinked glasses.
"And how's Lora doing?" Frank asked again.
"Wonderful! Lora's a great favorite-she really does a good job."
"Good." Frank nodded. "I knew she would! She's some pussy, that one!"
"Have you got anyone else in mind, Frank? Any bored housewives, any promiscuous schoolgirls?" Gail asked lightly.
"Well, I just might. I'm working on a real live one now. A real beaut."
Gail stood up and as she did, Frank caught a brief glimpse of her gleaming golden pubic thatch, reawakening his dormant lust which had briefly lay down to rest, guided there by the liberal shots of Scotch.
"I'll go get the take," she said. "I'll be right back."
"Come here," Frank growled savagely, getting up and swaying drunkenly.
"What's the matter with you, Frank?" Gail snapped, obviously irritated.
"Come here, whore, and do what I tell you!" he reeled.
"Watch your language around here, mister," Gail said coldly. "Remember I run this place."
He reached out, swaying dangerously and made a grab for her arm. He missed. Bellowing with rage, he shouted, "come here you fucking bitch before I break every bone in your body!"
Gail didn't know what to do. Frank was standing in front of the door and there was no other way out for her. He was in a dangerous, ugly mood and she didn't want to cross him. She'd been the madam for 10 years now and whatever its drawbacks, it was a good situation for her and she wasn't likely to find anything better, especially here in Baltimore. She might even have to go back on the Block if Frank got nasty with her. She didn't want to jeopardize her position.
"Okay, Frank, what is it?" she said smoothly. She stood looking at him with mocking eyes, clutching her robe around her. She had nothing but contempt for him and he knew it, but then, he felt only disgust for her, and she knew it. Their mutual contempt and loathing was obvious as they stared balefully at each other. Frank staggered over to her, making her reel from the overpowering fumes of the liquor he had consumed.
"You really enjoyed that little trick with Mr. Fast Tongue, didn't you?" he leered.
"What do you want, Frank?" she asked again, coldly. She felt like telling him she liked Vic a hell of a lot better than him but knew that would antagonize him beyond belief. She knew also that he was jealous of the fact that she saw Vic and gave him her favors for nothing, whereas she was very, very sparing of her largesse as far as Frank himself was concerned, giving in only under duress. He resented that more than anything.
"How about giving me a turn, baby?" he rasped hotly, his bloodshot eyes rolling wildly.
"Oh, Frank," she began softly, "I'm so tired, my whole body aches. I couldn't possibly, maybe tomorrow... "
"None of your phony excuses, bitch!" he spat, "what you can do for that jerk you can do for me!"
Gail was trembling now. She knew she'd have to give in, to submit to whatever indignity he had in mind, and God knows, she thought sorrowfully, he has a whole sackful of them.
Still holding her tightly, almost painfully by the arm, he wrenched her hand from its protective grip on her robe, revealing her fine full body to his inebriated view. His eyes ran up and down the finely-sculptured form, feasting avidly on the straw-colored triangle of hair between her legs. Her legs were clamped together, adding to the symmetrical beauty of her whole figure. She looked like a beautiful marble statue of some classical Goddess. He yanked the robe completely off her and threw it in a heap on the ground. Gail heard the whine of a zipper and she knew that he was releasing his ape-like prick. Suddenly, he released the painful hold he had on her arm, and grabbed her by her hair. She uttered a scream.
"Stop,' Frank, you're hurting me... please let go of my hair... please!!"
He only pulled her closer to him, using her hair as a halter rope, dragging her like some caveman of old pulling his captured mistress. The room swam Before her eyes and her head felt as if it would burst with pain.
"Kneel down," he ordered harshly, and before she had time to comply, slung her down on the ground by means of her hair.
"Owwwww!" she sobbed, not knowing what to do to escape the incredible pain.
"Kneel down, slut!" he screamed again, giving another sadistic tug on her abused hair.
She finally managed to get in a kneeling position, blinded as she was by her tears and pain, and knelt there, quivering and afraid.
"Look at me!" he snarled, yanking her head up.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked straight into the gleaming eye at the top of the bulbous purple head of his rigid cock. She pulled her head back, frightened and repulsed by the throbbing monster so close to her face. Gail was no neophyte to the art of copulation in any of its myriad forms, but the unusually mammoth proportions of his tree-trunk-like pole combined with his savagery all converged and made her feel like a frightened, timid virgin.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" Frank commanded through clenched teeth.
Gail knelt there blubbering. She couldn't move but she couldn't take her eyes off the giant hardened penis in front of her eyes. The head glimmered an iridescent purple, reminding her of a dove's breast, and the trunk of it was a bright crimson, sinewy and long, the underside webbed with bluish veins. The base disappeared into matted reddish curls, giving way to huge, dangling testicles, that seemed as big as tennis balls, encased in a wrinkled hairy sac. They swayed menacingly, as if threatening her in advance with the torrents of their lewd load that they would pour into her captive throat. She gagged.
She raised her eyes imploringly to Frank. He was looking down at her, hate and lust in his eyes, and he read the plea for mercy in her eyes. But mercy, he had none. Cruelty was abundant and lust rife in his soul; there was no place for mercy. Pulling her head forward, and pushing his hips to meet her, he managed to place the smooth, rubbery head just at her lips.
"Open them, or I'll make you open them!" he ranted.
Gail knew that she had to comply. Slowly, she opened her trembling lips with a great effort, and managed to barely encircle them around the very tip of his cock. She pulled back immediately-she had tasted a drop of his expectant cum, already waiting, like a well-fed cockroach that waits on the table for his evening meal. Again, he pushed his pelvis forward, and this time, managed to slip half of the head into her trembling mouth.
Feebly, Gail worked her lips around the giant tip, but try as she might, she could not get any more of the incredible bulk inside her mouth.
Frank, tortured beyond reason, held his pistoning cock in his free hand, and with the other hand held Gail's head steady. Then he rammed forward with full force, driving the massive rod half its length into Gail's mouth. Her almost clenched teeth raked painfully against the swollen flesh, making him grit his teeth and rail against the sharp pain, but it was in. Gail choked and sputtered, but Frank held her fast and she had no choice but to keep the giant instrument in her mouth. Incredibly, unbelievably, again he drove forward, plowing the rest of it, every inch of it, into her mouth, far back to her throat. It was all in. She felt his pendulous balls slapping against her chin and her nostrils were filled with the pungent male odor of his genitals. Tears, fresh ones, sprang to her eyes, this time from the choking, gagging sensation. Frank began to revolve his rod inside her mouth as if he were churning butter in a home-made urn, and after he had lubricated the entire length, he began to saw it in and out of her warm, salivous mouth. It didn't feel quite so bad now; if only it wasn't quite so big, so long. Frank sensed the partial surrender to the invading instrument and relaxed his stranglehold on her hair.
Immediately grateful for this small favor, Gail began to trace her fingers lightly up and down Frank's strongly tensed thighs, and tapped playfully on the squirming balls. Emboldened, she grasped them firmly in her hand, cupping them and stroking them, handling them as gingerly as if they were rare Chinese Pheasant eggs. Her mouth began a gentle rhythm of its own, opening and closing around the fleshy prick, her tongue darting at the tiny glans opening at the top, happy now to lap any drop of cum that might be lurking there. Her teeth grated lightly on the sensitive undervein, pressuring it gently, sending unknown thrills running and leaping through Frank.
To her surprise, Gail began to enjoy the heathen rite. In spite of her revulsion to Frank as a person, she was pleased to find that this did not extend to his wonderful implement of pleasure, and she showered on it all the affection she was loathe to bestow on its owner.
Frank's heart was thundering like cannon in his chest. He was sunk in a miasma of unbearable sensuality as her firm lips closed like a slippery fish's on the palpitating surface of his cock. He moaned and twitched convulsively as her tongue played skillfully with the pulsating knobby head, darting in and out of the sensitive opening, cradling the bloated top in her warm velvety mouth. He felt the rubbery head rasp against the ridged roof of her mouth and the indentation of her molars on the underside sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through him. She began to run her fingers over the exposed part of his penis all the while gently massaging his fomenting balls, so that his whole genital region was one raw, quivering mass of nerves. She sucked steadily, and the beautiful rhythm she was making churned his flesh in exquisite pain. He actually fought to keep from cumming, he wanted to prolong this rare moment as long as he could, but even as he struggled to hold back his natural impulse, he felt his cock inflate like a balloon, bigger and wider, until he was up, up and away. The dam of his emotions burst, breaking the sluice-gates that tried to brake the wild tide, sweeping everything in its headlong rush. The foaming waters from the dam of his balls burst out of his swollen penis and into the warm channel of Gail's mouth, where they cascaded down her throat like waterfall. She gulped, swallowing the hot liquid as fast as she could. But she wasn't fast enough-or there was too much. It spilled out of the sides of her mouth, trickling obscenely down her chin and fell in little spots on the floor.
Her throat was burning from the fiery liquid but still it kept coming, as Frank's body jerked and bucked to empty its capacious load. Finally, after she had drained away every last drop from his balls, and just to make sure, she kept on manually milking them, his cock collapsed, a deflated mass of soft flesh in her mouth.
Frank sank back into the easy chair, his battering ram now a meek little lamb, and closed his eyes contentedly. Gail, equally exhausted, sat back on her heels, and regained her breath. The intense fucking she had just received in her mouth coupled with the equally intense cunnilingus she had experienced with Vic drained her body completely of energy. She dragged herself up from the floor, and tottered into her red velvet room, not forgetting to shut the door and disconnect the two-way mirror. Frank had had his turn, which was to last him for many a long day, if she had anything to do with it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jackie sat in the bedroom of Lora's apartment, waiting for Frank to come out of the shower. Mmmmmm, she thought, thinking of the past few hours spent with him in wonderful sensual abandon, perhaps we can do it again before I have to leave. She had been meeting Frank every day at Lora's apartment for almost two weeks now. At first, she was reluctant to embark on the affair, but the glorious sexual release that followed her decision washed away any guilt she was feeling. Now, she revelled in her new-found womanhood, her liberation from inhibition. And why shouldn't I, she thought complacently. After all, if my husband won't give me what I need, can I be to blame for seeking it elsewhere? She stretched her long legs luxuriously and admired her naked body in the bedroom mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. Her whole figure had taken on a riper, rounder look, the look of a fulfilled woman.
And that's what I am, she thought triumphantly, and it's all thanks to Frank! She was really glad now that she had met him, and couldn't even think of what her life would be like without him. A smile flitted across her face when she thought of her husband, Victor. She remembered how, only last night, he had tried to pull her close in bed, and she had pushed him away, saying "leave me alone," and gone to sleep. She knew she was being unkind and unwifely, but she sadistically enjoyed the hurt in his eyes. "Now he knows what I went through!" she said aloud to herself, just as Frank walked in, wearing a towel, sarong style.
"What's that, honey?" Frank asked.
"Oh nothing, darling, I was just thinking... " She stretched out her arms seductively and stared at him through half-closed eyes.
"I have an idea, honey," Frank said, ignoring her longing looks. "Remember how you said a couple of weeks about how bored and dissatisfied you were with your life, how you would like to meet new people, go new places?
"Why, yes, I do," she replied, "but," she added slyly, "now that I've got you, all that's changed."
"I still think it's a good idea for you to get out more, branch out a bit," he said uneasily.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"I have this old friend, I think you'll really like. Let's go over there this afternoon-right now-I'm sure you'll enjoy talking to her and maybe she can even offer you a small part-time job!"
"Really?" Jackie said excitedly. "Doing what, where?"
"Let's go over there and find out," Frank answered laughing.
As they drove towards the downtown area, Jackie was a little worried. She was afraid she might run into Victor on his rounds, and liberated though she was, she was still his wife and terrified of really angering him. Still, she sat close beside Frank, her new-found courage alternating with dread.
"Even if I do get a job, it won't make any difference to us, will it, darling?" she asked.
"Of course not, baby."
Frank had a lot on his mind. His interests on the Avenue were being jeopardized by mutiny in his own Family, not to mention the increasing trouble from the Moronis. This bad luck was compounded by the fact that he was tiring of Jackie-his attraction to her had vanished with familiarity and now he only wanted to be rid of her. Worst of all, he was really hot for Gail now. Christ, he thought, trying to block out Jackie's prattle, why do I have to be hooked on a broad who hates me? He vividly remembered how Gail had knelt trembling before him, still flashing defiance, and then proceeded to suck his cock. The best he had ever had. The thought now sent shivers through him and his prick leapt halfway to tumescence. Fortunately, they pulled up then at the townhouse on St. Paul.
Jackie was impressed with the location and the outside of the building as Gail opened the door. She greeted Frank effusively and Jackie with a little reserve.
Jackie couldn't believe her eyes as they went up the stairs and into Gail's bed-cum-living room. She feasted her eyes on the lush surroundings, agog at the opulence and obvious affluence of the owner, and completely oblivious to Frank and Gail, who were talking in whispers in the corner.
Finally Frank came over and put his arm around her.
"Honey, I have to go out on a little business now. But I'll leave you here with Gail. You two can talk girl-talk and have a good time till I get back."
Jackie was surprised at being left alone with a comparative stranger, but she was immediately put at ease by Gail's friendly, lighthearted chatter, and by the drinks which appeared, brought in by an attractive girl, as if on cue. She sat back on the plush red velvet sofa, and idly thought that this room would put even Lora's to shame. Gail asked her all about herself, and Jackie found herself confiding in this interesting, attractive older woman. She wondered vaguely what sort of job she could offer her, and thought with a thrill that it probably would be something exciting and interesting. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Glancing at her watch, Gail said apologetically.
"I'm afraid I'll have to leave you, Jackie dear, for a few minutes. But do make yourself at home and I'll have Adele bring in another drink."
"Please, Gail, I don't want to trouble you... "
"No trouble at all, Jackie. I'd really like to continue our little chat, and get to know you a little better. Although," she said in a confidential whisper, "I must admit I am quite envious of you. You carry your youth beautifully."
Jackie blushed from Gail's frank admiration, and was glad when she found herself alone. Immediately, Adele, the beautiful tawny skinned girl, brought in a large frosty drink. Flashing a brilliant smile at Jackie, she left without saying a word. Jackie idly wondered about her. She certainly didn't seem like a maid, not with her face, expensive silk dress and fantastic figure. Everything puzzled Jackie-the enigmatic Gail, the luxurious surroundings, even the mysterious Adele. As she sipped her drink, she wandered aimlessly around the large room. Her attention was drawn to the Oriental prints, tastefully framed and hanging on the walls. The first one was of an Oriental couple, the girl with her legs spread wide and the man was inserting his huge, over-emphasized penis into her vagina.
Tearing her eyes from the erotic sight, she hurriedly looked at all the others. They depicted Oriental people, couples, threes and fours, all in different sexual postures. Jackie couldn't believe it. What could they be doing here in this wealthy, tasteful place? Then, Jackie gave a little laugh. Of course, why hadn't she thought of it before? Affluent, sophisticated people, people like Gail, collected art. They didn't see it as dirty, lewd... they saw only the artistic value in such paintings. Why, she herself had seen pictures of some of the French and Italian Renaissance paintings, showing nude men and women, worth thousands and thousands! Shaking her head half scornfully at herself, she continued sipping her drink and began to examine the largest picture of all again. She tried to concentrate on the flowing form, the minute detail of the robes, the quaint surroundings, but somehow, all she could see was the lewd position of the couple in the painting, the man's grotesque penis, the girl's widespread crotch. Realizing that her hands were clammy and that she was quivering, she sat down, thinking that the drinks must be affecting her. She wished Gail would come back. What if she had forgotten about her? Perhaps she should try to find her, tell her she had to leave. Her eyes kept returning to the shocking picture, and the figures began to move realistically before her swimming eyes, going through motions of lovemaking. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to do something. Her roving eye fell on the record player. Hastily, she selected a record and put it on. It was a French record, one she had never heard before. The recurring words were "je t'aime... je t'aime... " accompanied by whispering sounds and sighs like waves at the seashore. Jackie sank back in the plushy sofa. The sensual sibilant sounds wafted into her head, and images of the erotic prints on the walls swam before her eyes. Oh God. What was the matter with her? Why was she thinking about sex all the time? Was she turning into an insatiable maniac? Oh where was Frank? Why didn't Gail come back-anyone? She felt a tiny smoldering spark ignite between her legs. Angrily, she clamped them shut. She took a long drink of her drink, draining the glass. The liquor seemed to have a calming effect on her, and she gratefully sat back as the tingling between her legs seemed to subside, and she felt a semblance of sanity return to her liquor-dazed brain.
* * *
Gail had gone down to answer the door, knowing full well who would be there. Vic had been visiting her ever since he realized the advantage of his inspectatorial position, and he had been exploiting it fully. Especially since Jackie has been acting so strange lately. All but ignoring him, especially in bed, where she acted as if he had some dread disease. She had begun to look different, too. She bought some new, sexy clothes, and was wearing her skirts awfully short and tight for a married woman. Still, he'd thought it better not to say anything to her until he'd figured out what was wrong. But last night had been the last straw. Her contemptuous "leave me alone" had chilled him to the marrow and he was determined to get to the bottom of it tonight when he got home. But now, he was ready for some action.
Gail sighed a little as she opened the door. She had begun to wish she had paid the fines or made the improvements, anything to prevent him coming around so often. His presence had a very bad effect on Frank, who sulked for hours afterwards and took it out on Gail. She was beginning to sympathize with Frank now, and tried not to be quite as cold and short with him. He wasn't really a bad guy, she thought now as she let Vic in.
"Ready for me, baby?" he leered, giving her a pat on her well-shaped behind.
"No," she said coldly. To her surprise, she heard herself saying, "I can't take you anymore. Frank has really cracked down, but I have a wonderful new girl for you. Vic, darling, you're going to be the very first customer to enjoy her and she is absolutely beautiful, as fresh as a daisy, a real joy! And, if things go really well, you can see her from now on! I wouldn't offer her to anyone of the regulars but you, although God knows, I have had enough offers."
Vic was delighted. He'd been half-thinking of giving up his daily visits, but now, if he could sample something new before he made up his mind, he might even come back for more! From Gail's description, she really sounded as if she were something. Of course, she probably wouldn't have Gail's finesse, but with all he'd learned from the Queen herself, he'd soon have her performing like a star. He couldn't wait to get a feel of some luscious new pussy. Happily, he followed Gail up the stairs, for once not interested in the waving outline of her smooth rounded buttocks in front of him.
She lead him into the little room off her large main room, and Vic sat down in the easy chair.
"Would you like a drink?" Gail asked.
Vic gratefully accepted a scotch on the rocks and they sat sipping their drinks, chatting about the business and how things were coming along. Vic was glad that he'd had the drink. He could feel its warmth coursing down through his body and sending life, warm-blooded life to his loins. Not that he couldn't manage without it, but the potent liquid was an added stimulant to the multi-pleasures he expected to follow.
Finally, Gail stood up and switched on the two-way mirror. Vic pulled his chair around to face the mirror and take his first gaze at the beauty who would soon be his.
Vic's jaw dropped and his mouth hinged open. His eyes bulged out from his reddening face and he tried to speak, his mouth working like a star in a silent movie. His head whirled in disbelief at the vision that greeted his eyes. It was Jackie, his wife, and she was writhing on the couch, her legs spread obscenely apart, her panties hanging at her knees. Her fingers were jammed into her gaping cunt and Vic could see them swirling furiously in and out of the clasping lips of her open vagina. Another finger was kneading and pulling at the enlarged clitoris and Vic could see its angry redness as it gave beneath her agile fingers. Her mouth was wide open and she was gasping like a fish out of water. Her rounded eyes were rolling uncontrollably around in her head, and streaks of perspiration dampened her dress.
My God, my God, Vic groaned, unable to tear himself away from the lewd sight. It's a mistake, it's someone else. But there was no denying the truth. It was his wife all right.
"Well, how do you like her? Isn't she something!!?" Gail asked. She had been a little surprised to see Jackie writhing under auto-manipulation, but was pleased nonetheless as it added to her desirability. She had been just a little worried when Frank brought her in, because she seemed just a bit too unused, and she was afraid that she might balk when it was time for action. But the writhing, frenzied figure they viewed through the mirror cancelled all doubts in Gail's mind. They had a real money getter there, all right. And, she thought, judging by Vic's face, he's really digging her already!
Vic was livid with anger. He stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes glued on the lascivious spectacle. The goddamn little bitch, the fucking little whore. I wonder how many two-dollar tricks she's turned, the humping little bitch. Vic's mind churned on and on, anger and rage building up uncontrollably in his haunted mind, and tiny flecks of foam showed at the corners of his tightly-clenched lips.
* * *
Jackie had been grateful for the soothing relaxation of her drink that had blanked out that tingle between her legs. But her gratitude was premature, for after a few moments, when the drink hit bottom, the spark fanned and began to flame through her loins. She felt dizzy now, and as light as if she were floating on a watery cloud. As if in a dream, her hands began to massage the straining fullness of her breasts, which were pressing against her lacy bra. Expertly, she trapped the quivering nipples between her fingers, mashing them, trying to stop the tingling there. Savagely, she pulled at them, as if she were trying to pull them from their moorings. Pressing the full force of her open palm down on her fiery cuntal mound, now prickling all over, she tried to block out all thoughts from her head, to gain control over her tottering reason. But it was too late. The mutiny in her body spread like wildfire to her brain, which, sneeringly, refused to obey her, and as if in defiance, conjured up obscene images, one after the other. She threw her head from side to side, trying to shake them out, her hand still clamped down on her pubic mound and the other frantically kneading at her throbbing breasts. Mercifully, the seductive record stopped, but, unbelievably, the arm jerked back for an encore. Once again, the room was full of the sighing and hissing sounds of love.
Against her will, her hands burrowed down between her legs, lifting the hem of her short dress, and probed up towards her fiery loins. With a moan, her hand began to massage her burning cunt through the moisture-drenched material of her nylon panties. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, but it was only a short moment. The fire started up again, demanding fuel. Slowly, she inserted one finger inside the elastic leg band and began to propel it up towards the fiery furnace. Suddenly, she stopped herself. What am I doing, she thought. She was half sitting, half lying on the couch, her legs widespread, her head to one side. Her dress was bunched up around her upper thighs, and the dark triangle of her pussy was plainly visible through the diaphanous material, to anyone who might enter the room. She tried to withdraw her finger from her panties, to smooth down her dress, but her arms would not obey her. She tried to scissor her legs closed, but they would not move. She tried to sit up straight, but she couldn't. She was trapped. Some evil demon had wormed inside her, lulled her limbs to sleep, started a raging fire in her crotch. She was utterly in his power. Dreamily, the exploring finger pushed forward until it came in contact with the jungle of her pubic hair. It felt moist and damp to the touch, and the thin hair lined lips shivered under the invading finger. She could feel her whole slit palpitating under her touch as she drew the narrow furrow open. Tenderly, the finger traced along the raggedy inner lips sending electrical tingles shooting through her. Abruptly, the probing digit found the tiny button of her clitoris and more shocks electrified her at the searing contact. Cautiously, she began to massage the minute bud, sending it burgeoning into hardness. A toasty warm flush emanated from her cuntal region, and spread like a brush fire over her sweating body. In a sudden frenzied rush, she tugged at the protective panties with her free hand, and raising the quivering balloons of her buttocks off the sofa, she pulled them down to her knees. With a sigh, she probed the warm recesses of her cunt with all four of her fingers. Sigh after tortured sigh escaped from her lips as she rummaged and searched the hidden areas. A finger hesitated at the viscous cuntal opening and she could feel the delicate pink skin surrounding the sensuous area pulsating in expectation. As her finger poised at the moistened mouth, she ran her free hand down the soft downy inner thighs, eliciting gasps of pleasure. She felt a thin rivulet of perspiration running down the crease of her buttocks where it met with the flowing juices of her lubricated cunt. Then with a groan, she plunged the waiting finger into the warm dark depths where it made delicious contact with the heated inner walls. Gently, she revolved the exploratory finger in the contracting vagina and her pelvis began an undulatory rhythm in time to the waves on the still playing record. But the green-fire that burned there demanded more to feed its lewd hunger and without thinking she plunged another finger into the grasping moistness. The fingers on her other hand found the throbbing button of her clitoris again and began to agitate the erected organ into greater frenzy. She ground her tormented clitoris up against the diligent finger and then crammed her other fingers in and out of her clasping cunt. Great waves of intense pleasure crashed over her like the waves in the song, and her head felt as if it were being washed ashore and retrieved, time and again by the surf of those breaking waves.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh Vic," Gail crooned in the tormented husband's ear, "I know, I can tell you are going to love cramming that huge manly cock of yours into her hot little pussy, now aren't you?"
Vick turned and stared at her glassily. His mind was paralyzed and he had forgotten who this woman was who was standing beside him. He had forgotten everything except that his wife, Jackie, was a whore. No wonder she didn't want him to make love to her! Her pussy was probably red raw from all the customers she had been seeing. He should have been suspicious when she got those new clothes... he might have known she didn't get them from out of the housekeeping money. Wonder how much she charges for a trick? Maybe she'd even started working the streets, flipping out in cars as they circled the block... His feverish mind danced on, painting even more lurid pictures, torturing himself by imagining his wife in various lewd poses and positions with her customers. A snarl of anger tore itself from his parched throat as his eyes feasted savagely on the feverish scene.
Gail was really pleased now. Even she was surprised at the extent of Vic's passion, his feelings at seeing the girl. If she'd known he'd be that aroused at the sight of a beautiful girl, she'd have introduced him to Lucy or Adele long ago. "Why not really go all the way," she thought, "and turn him on even more?"
"She's such a lovely girl," she purred in his ear. "And she's so good, so experienced. When she came to us, she was so unhappy. Her husband didn't take time to find out what she really liked or what really excited her, and so she came to us." as Gail embellished the details, she really began to believe her own story, and threw herself heartily into the telling.
"And now, Vic," she said, stroking his tightly clenched jaw, "she likes everything. She can suck cocks better than anyone else-far, far better than I can. She can make your prick stand out so far it will fall down from sheer weight!"
She inserted her hand inside his shirt as she continued her story, both their eyes still riveted on the flailing body of the girl.
"And you know something else," she went on, "she just loves to have her pussy licked. She just turns crazy when someone sucks and licks at her pussy. She goes out of her mind when a tongue, a big, beefy tongue like you have, darts up into her hot little hole. Wouldn't you just love to eat her hot little cunt?"
Gail's hand pulled at the curly black hair on Vic's chest as she purred into his ear. Her fingers found the masculine nipples and tweaked them until they were tight and hardened.
"And you should see those titties," she went on lewdly, "She just loves to have them sucked and kissed until they bleed."
Vic's heart was thumping inside his chest. He was hypnotized by Gail's sultry, droning voice and by her incredible massaging of his chest. But his eyes were locked on the lascivious figure of his wife, writhing in self-fucking in the other room. His thoughts were a jumbled mass of anger, remorse, horror and a small flicker, just a whisper of desire was rising in him. Desire for his coarse vulgar wife, caressing herself shamelessly in the other room, stripped of all decency, and desire for this panting tigress of a whore who was stroking him and whispering obscenities in his ear.
He could see the sweat glistening on Jackie's face as she struggled to give herself maximum pleasure. He watched, amazed, as she angrily snatched off the soaked panties, wrenching them from her knees and tossing them from her feet in a careless gesture. Her entire cunt was now naked and visible to anyone who cared to look, and Vic, through the softness of her pubic hair, could clearly see the pulsating pink hole of her pussy, as it hungrily absorbed the fingers crammed inside. And he could just barely make out the dark puckered ring of her anus, which was lewdly winking and contracting in time to her pussy.
He could see that the sparsely-haired outer lips were swollen and fleshy, and that her jagged inner lips were quivering and trembling as she massaged her engorged clitoris.
"You just can't wait, can you?" the voice droned on in his ear, "to sink that long, stiffening prick of yours in to that red hot pussy, to plow it far, far up into her cunt, to sow your milky seed in that anxious belly? You can make her come alive like she never has before, can't you?"
Vic dragged his eyes away from the lustful scene in the other room and stared at Gail, his mouth still hanging open.
Her eyes, as blue as lapis lazuli, stared back at him, and her mouth was working grotesquely as she spewed out her filthy monotone.
"And she's come such a long way, since she first came here. But she's waiting, just waiting for that one man who will really light a fire under her starved little pussy and set her whole body aflame. And I think you are that man, darling... "
Vic could see that her nipples were straining against the thin blouse she was wearing, and her toreador pants were so tight that the crotch slipped into the furrow of her pussy. Little beads of perspiration were breaking out on her upper lip, and she continually ran the tip of her red tongue along it, coating it with shiny saliva, and enhancing the red lipstick she wore. And her hand still worked at his heaving chest, and began to drop down to his belted waist.
Thoughts began to push through the fog of his numbed brain. Maybe what Gail said about Jackie's husband was right. Maybe it was he-he was the one who forced Jackie to come to this cathouse, to try and get release from her natural womanly feelings. God knows, he had never tried very hard to really please her sexually, always thinking of himself and of his pleasure. He had an inborn feeling that women weren't supposed to feel anything, they were just supposed to lie there, and take what came, and try to please their husbands. It was a false, outmoded notion he knew, but somehow, in his proud masculine race for self-fulfillment, he had allowed that falsehood to taint his other inclination to help his wife to participate fully in their sexual love, and continued to be selfish and unhelpful. Even so, did this give his wife the right to sell herself, to come here to this den of vice and take lessons in sexual liberation The thought that other men had touched her naked body and taught her things, had wakened her dormant libido, made him shake with rage. Even though Gail had said that he'd be the first of her customers, he knew that this was just sales talk. She probably told everyone that, and they all thought they were getting a bargain. The lying bitch. Now his feelings mushroomed into rage-searing hot rage at both his wife and this madam-whore who used bodies for her own profit. He felt an almost uncontrollable desire rise in him to smash her leering blond face into pieces and then rush in and tear his unfaithful wife limb from limb.
But just then, Gail's hand snaked inside the waistband of his pants and grabbed fleetingly at the dampened curls of his pubic hairs. Lightning-like thrills bolted through his demented body. Maddeningly, the fingers dabbed at the moist curls, missing one, catching another. He felt lust surge through him again, lust for Gail, his wife, all women. A frothy snarl emanated from his lips. He turned his enflamed eyes once again towards the lustful figure on the sofa.
Jackie had pulled her legs up towards her shoulders to give greater access to her hopelessly inadequate hands. Feverishly, she thrust three of her lubricated fingers into her greedily palpitating vagina, while she probed at her maddened clitoral bud with her other finger. She dated it down the perspiration-soaked channel to the tight little ring of her anus, where she jabbed experimentally at the tiny puckered nether hole. Then she brought it back again to pull once more at the tormented pivot of her desires. Vic could barely make out the strains of the record, which was still playing, over and over again, and Jackie's body seemed to be rocking in time to the sensual music. He heard the whirrrr of a zipper-his own-and felt a cool rush of air as Gail pulled down the whining metal and release his imprisoned cock. Joyfully, it leaped into the air, trembling in its excitement at being released from the punishing confines of his pants. It stood out lewdly, large and venous, pulsating with lust and desire. Expertly, Gail enclosed the giant rod in her sinewy fingers and began a soft milking motion of her slender digits. Lightning zipped through Vic's body and thunder sounded in his dazed head. He felt as though he were a dog, imprisoned alone, and taunted by bitches in heat surrounding the cage. His senses were torn and divided and he didn't know which way to turn. Anger alternated with lust in his crazed frame, and his eyes were riveted on his wife's degenerate body. Gail's soft pumping drove him out of his mind as he felt his already massive cock expand and swell under her fingers, until he thought it would burst. Gently, she dropped her other hand and cupped his dangling testicles in her smooth palm. She squeezed and kneaded the crinkly-skinned balls and sent them scurrying and darting like animated golf balls running around in circles. An aching throb started deep inside them, and electrical waves of dynamic pleasure rushed through his entire body. Still Gail continued her kneading and massaging. She dug at the base of his cock among the tufts of hair and pulled on it as if she were trying to elongate his prick even more. A drop of moisture seeped out of the tiny slit at the top of the monstrously bulging head and dropped slowly to the floor, trailing a thin gossamer like web of opaque fluid. Vic began to moan audibly now, and leaned back against the wall for support, his eyes still fixated uncontrollably on his wife.
She had begun to jerk now. It was obvious to Vic and Gail that she was going to cum at any moment and they pressed their faces to the mirror in order not miss a moment of the lascivious sight.
Her fingers prodded frantically at her fiery genitals, and she arched her back, levering her whole lower torso off the sofa in an effort to cram her fingers further into herself. Her chest was heaving, great passionate pants, and her tongue hung out of her mouth as she thrashed her head from side to side.
Suddenly, it came. Vic and Gail could see an almighty shudder take Jackie's body in its wake and send her crashing spasmodically into a thousand little spasms. They saw her orgasmic juices flow out over her groping fingers and her pelvis bucked faster and faster. She was cumming like a wild woman! They saw her mouth open and heard the top notes of a piercing scream. Then she was still. Her eyes were closed and her body still twitched. Her fingers slid from her moist, still quivering cunt and dropped unconsciously to the sofa, leaving a darkening stain on the soft velvet. A warm flush covered her heated face.
Vic could stand it no longer. Tearing his monstrous prick from Gail's still teasing hands, he charged into the room, holding his weapon like a warrior holding a favorite lance.
* * *
Jackie's breathing was becoming more even now as she lay back in the sunshine of her incredible orgasm. Sanity was returning to her satiated mind, and with it the realization of where she was. Tears of self-loathing came to her eyes. She lay there, quietly sobbing... a great snarl shattered her silent mental self-flagellation. What was that unearthly sound? It sounded like a giant gorilla, a jungle ape tortured with pain. Terrified, she opened her eyes and through the dim of her tears and satiated lust, she actually saw the giant ape standing over her, snarling in fury, his monstrous red penis stuck out menacingly in front of her. How could she escape this brute, how did he get here?
"You goddamn little whore, you fucking bitch!" I'll teach you, you slut! I'll teach you!
The vicious venom-packed words brought a shred of reality to Jackie's dazed senses. She blinked her eyes in disbelief and stared horrified at the figure towering over her still undraped crotch. It was her husband! She opened her mouth to scream, but she was too paralyzed with fright. She jerked her arm up to hide the humiliation burning in her face and collapsed sobbing in a helpless heap. "Let me explain... Vic darling... " Jackie blubbered. "I can explain... listen to me... "
Vic just stood staring at her contemptuously. He was angry beyond belief now. Her obscene display stripped him of any pity or understanding he might have felt before. Now, he was livid with hatred. And she dared to tell him that she could explain. Explain indeed!
"You lousy little whore!" he spat, his face twisted and deformed with rage.
"Why are you calling me that, Vic, why?" she pleaded.
The thought that he had found out about Frank crossed her mind and she trembled in fear before him.
"You fucking bitch!" he hissed, "here in a whorehouse, you ask me that?"
Jackie's eyes opened wide in horror and disbelief.
"Whorehouse? Oh Vic, I didn't know, honestly I didn't know... "
Vic reached forward and slapped her hard across her cheek. A blotchy red mark immediately appeared on her assaulted face and she backed away, cowering in terror. Tears gushed unchecked down her burning face as she cringed against the sofa. Still mouthing insults, Vic jerked his belt from his pants. He began to lash it cruelly against her body-over her legs, her stomach, her breasts. She covered her head with her arms in a protective gesture. She groaned and whined with pain and humiliation, unable to escape the fiercely raining blows. Suddenly, they stopped.
"Now let's see how good you are at your new profession, bitch!" he rasped.
Still sobbing bitterly, she moaned. "Oh no, Vic, please not here, not like this!"
"Who were you preparing your pussy for then?" he sneered, catching her painfully by the hair. His bloated prick bobbed up and down from the fury of his anger. Her desperate mind latched on to the mortifying fact-he had seen her fingering herself, he somehow had seen her make herself cum. The grim realization sent a fresh flurry of tears streaming down her face. She was paying now, paying for her infidelity with Frank, her eager acceptance of another's love. Her evil deeds had caught up with her and brought her to this... horrible place... where now she would have to pay a dreadful price for her crime. Spasmodic terror convulsed Jackie. She knew in her heart that there was no escape for her. She knew that Frank or Gail wouldn't help her, wouldn't barge in on the cruel scene that was coming. She could only lie there, and take what was coming to her. She hoped that her husband would kill her, to spare her the degradation that his knowledge of her infidelity and her lewd acts would shower on her. How could she hold her head up again? How could she ever look at him again? Oh, how she wished she'd never been so foolish as to get involved with Frank. Why couldn't she have left well enough alone, and bided her time patiently until Vic had snapped out of his previous cold mood? And he had. But she was too wrapped up in her "big romance" with Frank to bid him more than the time of day! What a fool she been. If only she could have another chance, she'd make it up to him, she'd make him forget how low she had sunk.
"Take off your clothes, whore, and get naked!" he ordered in a cruel cold voice. Trembling, Jackie got to her feet, and feebly began to undo the zipper on her damp wrinkled dress. Her eyes fell on her sodden panties lying on the floor where she had, in the throes of passion, carelessly tossed them, and she blushed anew at seeing the tangible reminder of her obscene act. Humiliated, she slipped off the abused dress and let it slide to the floor where it lay in a multi-flora heap. Her head still lowered, she slowly released her breasts from her lacy bra. She stood there, naked and unadorned, in front of her husband.
In spite of his anger and revulsion, Vic's eyes roamed wildly over his wife's smooth, ivory colored body. He flushed at the thought of those familiar breasts being kissed and handled by complete strangers, those firm milky thighs being caressed by anonymous men. He stared at the tangled brown forest of pubic hair between her legs, fighting the impulse to reach forward and tear it to shreds. Parts of her body still bore the angry red welts of his leather belt biting into her flesh. But the sight of those red streaks did nothing to alleviate his all-consuming rage. He wanted to destroy her, to torture this filthy whore who had been deceiving him. How long had she been doing it? How many other men had fucked her!
With an angry roar, he pushed against her unsuspecting body, knocking her to the floor and she fell in a disorderly heap on the rug. A whimper escaped her lips, but she was too devoid of feeling to protest at his rough treatment. She looked quickly up and saw him hurriedly rip off his clothes. Her glance fell on his prick, swollen and distended to monstrous proportions. It jutted out from its nest of curly pubic hair, and Jackie shivered at the thought of the incredible hardened rod of flesh jamming inside her without mercy. She glanced at the sperm filled testicles hanging loosely between his tensely corded legs and was repulsed by the thought of the white-hot seed that would be spurting endlessly into her. Her body fought against the cruel assault that she knew would be perpetrated on her, but she was too paralyzed with fear to move.
Vic knelt between her thighs, still holding his throbbing rod in his hand. Contempt and hate were plainly visible on his face, and his lip curled in an ugly sneer as he roughly spread her legs wide. She gasped from the pain of her widespread legs, but her moan only made Vic jerk her legs even further apart.
"Oh stop, Vic, please, you're hurting me... " she sobbed.
"I haven't even started yet, bitch," he jeered. And then suddenly, he fell forward across her body and rammed his cock deep into her still moist cunt pushing the soft yielding flesh in rippling waves before it. A strangled gasp escaped her throat as her cervix felt the full force of his brutal lunge, and she struggled wildly against his heavy weight to escape the diabolical intrusion. He began immediately to fuck into her, plowing forward with hard, bestial strokes, oblivious to her pain and tears. He reached out and grabbed a thigh in either hand and suddenly jerked her legs forward, until her knees touched her breasts and her legs dangled over her head. She sobbed with the excruciating pain of her unnatural balled up position as he ground into her, rapping brutally against the tender edge of her womb, his balls slapping obscenely against her upturned anus. He looked down at his long rod careening into the exposed plane of her naked groin. He saw her pink, hair lined cuntal flesh cling to the hardness of his prick as he pulled it out, and then smirked with satisfaction as he rammed it forward full force into her cavernous depths.
"Oh Vic, please... don't... hurt... me... " she gasped painfully, rationing out her breath so she could brace herself against the harsh jerk of his cock inside her. Tears coursed down her face-tears of degradation at being used like a whore without feelings, and automation, and by her own husband!
Her nerves were deadened now. She could feel nothing. Her husband's inhuman rape had brought her beyond pain, beyond feeling. She lay passively beneath his thrusting strokes.
"Move it, bitch!" he spat. "Let's see you earn your money, whore!" His brutal, sneering laugh echoed throughout the room eerily, chilling her with fear.
"Move it!" he snapped again, digging his fingers into the upraised moons of her buttocks. "A whore has to work for her money." She was dry of tears now and was tempted to lie coldly beneath him, ignoring his cruel barbs. But his fingers digging into her tender flesh prodded her like electric rods, and she mechanically began a slow, feelingless grind up against him.
"That's right," he leered, "that's a good whore... grind! Now let's see you enjoy it! Smile for me, bitch, smile for Daddy!"
Jackie opened her eyes and looked into the steel-like eyes of blatant hate and scorn staring back at her. She tried to close her eyes again, but those magnetic eyes which seemed to scream guilt, disgust, depravity at her held her gaze.
"Look happy, whore!" he demanded, "or you won't get your money!"
Desperately, Jackie plastered a feeble smile on her blanched face, and tried to keep it there through sheer will.
"That's better, slut!" he smirked.
Wildly, she wished that his orgasm would come soon, even though she dreaded the thought of him spewing his sticky sperm, laden with hate, into her, perhaps even making her pregnant with it. In her desire to hasten the end of this inhuman caricature of a loving act, she increased her upward grinds, trying to pump his imprisoned cock, to trick it into emptying its load prematurely. She rotated her pelvis as she ground up against his thrusting loins and clenched her vaginal muscles as he slipped his long hardened cock out of her, pulling gently at it, as if she wanted to retain it inside her.
Vic suddenly quickened his thrusts again and jerked into her spasmodically. He kneaded and dug her soft yielding flesh, unconscious of her sobs of pain. He felt his cock grow and expand unbearably inside her ridged sheath and he felt thunder building up in his heated balls. But he wanted to put off the moment when he would shatter into her warm belly. He wanted to prolong this forced subjugation, this lesson he was teaching his erring wife. But suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer. He jerked forward in a series of extra-brutal thrusts as he felt the hot liquid spurt forth and race along the length of his cock where it gushed out of the engorged head and flooded into her quivering belly until there was no more left. Groaning, he withdrew his deflated member out of her sperm-inundated vagina, trailing a thin line of cum with it. With a sigh, he collapsed on the floor beside the cringing body of his suffering wife.
A long moment passed. Silence pervaded the room and Vic's breathing became less rapid. He stole a glance over at the still form of his wife. She looked pale and frightened. Her lips were pressed together and her eyes were closed. He could see tears glistening at the end of her lashes. She was hunched over in a fetal position, protectively cradling herself with her arms. A pool of his expended cum lay on the rug where it had seeped out of her ravaged cunt.
Remorse stabbed at him as he looked at her child-like form. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable.
"A-are you all right, Jackie?" he asked softly.
She stirred slightly, and opened her eyes. She looked over at him, hurt and bewilderment mirrored in her luminous gray eyes.
She didn't reply.
"Are you all right... honey?" he asked again.
She stared at him for x moment and then burst into tears. Suddenly, h clasped his arms around her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby, please forgive me," he moaned into b dark hair.
He felt her quivering under his touch like a captured baby animal. Memories of his hours spent with Gail, and Brenda, and countless other nameless, faceless girls, loomed up on the horizon of his mind, and magnified the remorse and self-disgust he was feeling.
He murmured apologies into her hair, trying to still the trembling in her defiled body.
"Can you ever forgive me, baby?" he asked piteously.
She raised her head from where she had buried it in his chest and looked at him steadily. The disgusting truth that had finally occurred to her about her "romance" with Frank nagged at her brain, and threw her in agonies of self loathing. Vic had been right to be so angry. Who knows, in her blindness, where she would have followed if Frank had led? She was grateful to Vic now for bringing her to her senses, cruel and painful as his lesson had been.
"Oh Vic," she sobbed, "I'm sorry too. I really am!" They clung to each other in mutual forgiveness, uttering promises never to hurt the other again, and both shedding tears of gratitude and self-remorse.
As her husband held her close, Jackie reviewed the strange events of the afternoon. She vividly remembered her own self-manipulated orgasm, and bushed at the thought that her husband had seen her in such a wanton pose. But even as she blushed, the lewd memory began to excite her. She felt the tell-tale burning between her legs where her husband's sperm still clung wetly. Gone were her earlier feelings of self-disgust and loathing. Lust took their place, and an intense desire for her husband's body captured her completely. She desperately wanted his penis plunging into her, this time in love, not hate.
Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she sighed into his ear, "oh fuck me, please, Vic, fuck me, darling... "
"What?" he answered, incredulous, unsure of what he had just heard. Was his lustful mind playing tricks on him?
"Fuck me, fuck me, please darling, I'm your wife, fuck me----" The insistent words again droned in his ear and he knew he was not mistaken.
Her hand dipped to the now flaccid penis between her husband's legs, and she took the limp member in her hands and tentatively gently began to stroke it. His shaft leaped into half-erection at this new attention, and Vic repeated in wonderment and awe, like a broken record, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." His wife, his prime young wife, was begging him in crude definite words to fuck her.
He ground his lips down on hers, dragging her to him even closer, and his tongue flicked in through her open, receptive teeth. It played with hers, and hers played unbelievable magic back. Her cool fingers grasped his swelling prick tighter and began a rotation around its growing circumference. Her breasts rose confidently against his chest, the nipples already hardened into jutting buds, pressing against his hairy expanse. He began to trace hot little kisses all over her soft face, on her neck, her throat, her breasts. Still, she clung to him tenaciously, still caressing his burgeoning member.
Suddenly, unbelievably, he heard her velvet voice again.
"Oh Vic darling, I want to kiss your penis... your cock!"
He couldn't believe it until he saw her head slipping down towards his rising penis, couldn't believe that he had actually heard the words he had been praying for years to hear.
"Oh yes darling," he moaned, "suck it, suck it!"
She knelt between his splayed thighs, a lustful glance in her eye, her tongue darting over her parched lips in anticipation of the new sensual feast it would shortly have.
She dipped her head, and her long auburn hair fell in a gentle cascade over his widespread thighs, tickling him deliciously. She flicked out her tongue and grazed the tip of the purplish, swollen head which sprung out from the forest of pubic hair. She licked cautiously at the inflated member, slowly feeling her way in this new game. Her body trembled and she opened her mouth wide and accepted the whole head in her soft, velvety mouth. She began to suck it, pulling on the head as if she were trying to separate it from the body. She pressed her lower teeth into the venous underside and was answered by a tremendous surge from Vic as he deliriously pressed his crotch upward.
"Oh baby, oh darling," he moaned, caressing the soft mane of her hair with his hands. He guided her head up and down on the slippery rod, until she enclosed more and more of the long pole in her buttery mouth. As his prick slipped easily in and out of her working mouth, he began a slow undulation up against her face. As her confidence in her new task grew, Jackie explored the whole of his loins with her eager hands. She massaged the squirming sac of his balls, gently tugging on them. She playfully tangled her fingers in his dark pubic hair and squeezed lightly on the thick base of his protruding cock, sending new chills rippling down Vic's back.
Vic gazed tenderly down at his wife's bobbing head. He was enthralled by her increasingly more expert sucking, the teasing massage of her fingers on his balls. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. His wife finally consented to suck his cock, and was loving it! It was her past refusal to perform this exciting love-act that had driven him to seek this incredible pleasure elsewhere. Now, he wouldn't have to move from home. He could get it, right from his own wife, and how, and how! He moaned as her tongue swirled maddeningly around his rod, the tip flicking daintily across the engorged head. He saw her lips convolute on his thick penis, bound ovaly to his rod as if soldered together.
"Oh darling, oh Jackie, I want to fuck you now, please let me fuck you now----" he moaned, feeling a warning billow of heat rising in his balls.
Reluctantly, Jackie released her tight lip grip on his hardened cock, her eyes clinging greedily to it as Vic withdrew it from her mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, but she also wanted to feel his cock down between her legs inside her, cementing their new understanding of each other. Happily, she lay back on her back, a smile of contentment on her face as she seductively spread her legs.
CHAPTER NINE
When Vic had dashed uncontrollably into the bedroom, Gail smirked in smug satisfaction. This is working out very, very well, she thought as she watched the frenzied pair. She was a little surprised to see Vic slap the girl hard across the face, and even more surprised when he had whipped off his belt and begun to lash her cruelly. Still, she thought, she probably likes the rough stuff. She doesn't seem to be objecting too strenuously. She had watched the entire brutal scene, unmoved by the cruelty of it. She had seen too many kinky tastes to be surprised by anything. She had watched interestedly as Vic fucked mercilessly into Jackie, and then she left to find Frank.
She found him in the other room on the second floor, playing cards with Adele and Lucy. The girls immediately left when Gail came in, and she sat down opposite Frank at the little table.
"Well, Frank," she said contentedly, "I think we've gotten rid of some of our troubles."
"What do you mean?" Frank asked, puzzled.
"Come on, I'll show you," she said, getting up and leading him back into the other room.
They looked into the two-way mirror and then back at each other.
"It looks like we will have no more trouble from our Building Inspector!" Gail smirked.
"And I've rid myself of that little pussy, Jackie!" Frank enjoined. Smiling cheerfully, they turned their attention back to the mirror.
They were just in time to see Vic settle himself between Jackie's widespread legs. Her arms were stretched over her head and she had an ecstatic look on her face, as she gazed adoringly at Vic. Vic put his hands under her knees and slowly, gently raised her thighs so he could have a better look at the enticing valley of her cunt. Gail and Frank could see her moist core, pinkly glistening as Vic raised her legs. They could see the throbbing hole of her vagina, and the tip of her reddish clitoris peeping out from between the dark hair fringed furrows of her outer cunt lips.
Vic gazed avidly at the proffered sight for a moment and then raised his enormous prick until the bulbous head was poised at the quivering cuntal opening. He could see the ragged edges pulsating faintly in anticipation of what was to come, and he tested the giant head for size against the delicate opening.
Jackie sighed at the contact of the smooth rubbery head against her silky skin and strained forward to impale herself all more quickly.
"Oh Vic," she sighed, "put it in now, please... "
Vic, thrilled to hear the pleading voice of his wife, wanting, desiring him, surged forward burying the giant head in the soft warm folds of her waiting pussy. She gasped from the sudden vibration, and then purred with pleasure as she felt her cunt flowering around the incredible hardened rod.
"You like that?" Vic moaned through his passion.
"Oh yes darling... Mmmmmmmmmm."
His cock sliced through her flesh, gently, tenderly, and Jackie shivered and twitched under the delicious thrills which his advancing cock was sending through her.
She winced back a little as the hard rubbery head hit the curve of her cervix, still sore from the cruel buffeting he had given her earlier, but he caressed the tender spot as gently as a snowflake with the throbbing tip, and suddenly there was no more pain, just an incredible feathery touch of his cock warming around deep in her belly.
She sighed as the elongated member withdrew from her sinewy sheath, and she clutched at it with all her strength, trying to hold it in. When he had all but withdrawn it, he began to slide the delicious length back to her warm earthy cavern, all the way in until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls smack hard against her upturned loins.
Frank and Gail stood mutely staring at the lustful, yet tender scene. They were mesmerized by the undulating couple, and their bodies began to sway imperceptibly to the rhythm that Jackie and Vic had begun in the other room.
Frank was intoxicated by the musky perfume that wafted over to him from Gail, who was standing slightly to the left of him. He could hear her breathing becoming more ragged as she stood, rooted to the spot, oblivious of everything but the couple fucking in her bedroom. His eyes still riveted on Vic and Jackie, he moved behind Gail and pressed the full length of his body up against her back. When she didn't draw away, Frank emboldened, reached his two arms around her and cupped her breasts in his hands. He began to massage and knead them in a teasing circular motion, and Gail pressed her body back against his.
A ripple of pleasure ran through her as she felt Frank's hands on her breasts. She could feel a bulge forming at the crotch of his pants where her buttocks were pressed and involuntarily, she flared her asscheeks encased in the tight toreador pants and tried to enclose his growing bulge into the soft, yielding crevice. He began to unbutton the front of her blouse and she pushed her throbbing breasts forward against his hands as his fingers fumbled at the buttons. Suddenly, her blouse was opened and Frank pushed up her light lacy bra and released her hungrily aching breasts.
Gail felt she shouldn't be doing this. But Frank's hands felt so good on her warm breasts as they trapped the hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them until a dart of fire shot out from each pulsating bud, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips.
They watched in wonder as Vic began to knead the soft resilient flesh of Jackie's buttocks, leaving red imprints on the soft white mounds, as he thrust in with clean, smooth strokes, and then after a second's hesitation, pulled his rod slowly out. They could see the petal-like flesh of Jackie's soft, hair-fringed cunt clinging to the hardened prick as it withdrew, and the clasping motion of her tiny hairless anus as it moved and clenched in time to its sister opening. Jackie's mouth was hanging open helplessly now, and her eyes were closed as she threw her head back on the rug. Frank and Gail both gasped as they saw her wrap her hands in Vic's hair and pull his head down to her neglected breasts. Vic's tongue began to paint the smooth, milk-white melons with a thin coat of saliva, giving them an icy shimmer in the dusky light. His tongue played with the reddening nipples, pulling at one, then the other, twisting them into hardness. Frank's fingers on Gail's nipples stroked in time to Vic's greedy licking as they jumped into full erection. Vic's hands suddenly released the soft loaves of Jackie's buttocks from their compulsive kneading and began to ply the resilient flesh of her breasts with his busy hands. Simultaneously, Frank's and Vic's hands cupped the large breasts in their grasp together until the nipples met, forming a deep tempting crevice between the two melons.
Jackie, the gnawing in her breasts quelled, released her husband's hair and his hands once again dropped to her fleshy buttocks.
Gail was panting now. The muscles in her body were tautly tensed as Frank dropped his hand over her soft unresisting body, and tried to insert itself inside the tight band of her pants. But it was too tight. The hand stopped. Gail stifled a gasp of disappointment-she wanted that hand to continue on its exploratory path. Then she heard the whine of a zipper as Frank opened her pants. With his free hand, he eased the tight slacks down over her well-formed hips where it slipped to her knees. The hand now insinuated itself inside the nylon band of her bikini panties and teased thrillingly for a moment at the slightly moistened pubic curls. Then a finger burrowed down between her damp ready furrow and tapped playfully at the tip of her clitoris, electrifying it into life. Gail shivered from head to toe at the electric tingles shooting up her from the rummaging of Frank's finger in her cunt. It parted the soft vaginal lips and then inserted itself boldly into the tight elastic opening of her cunt. The finger began to search around in the warm, hidden valley, widening the cuntal opening and probing deep into her deepest recesses. She could feel his huge cock through her panties and she ground her buttocks back on it, as much to escape the probing in her vagina as to feel the delicious contact of his throbbing prick on her tiny sensitive anus.
Frank began to shower hot moist kisses on her naked shoulders and back as his hand still possessively caressed her breast. She was impaled on his invading middle finger, and she groaned from the combined assault on all her nerves.
Their eyes never left the copulating couple in the other room. Jackie and Vic rocked in complete unison now, Jackie rising her crotch up off the floor to meet her husband's welcome downthrust and then pounding her buttocks against the floor as he withdrew from her.
Frank and Gail stared aghast as Vic, not satisfied with his almost unrestricted entry into Jackie's gladly offered loins, thrust her legs upwards and draped a leg over each shoulder. The whole of her cunt was plainly visible and completely accessible now. He plowed once more into the soft pinkness, and Jackie squirmed from the force of the unaccustomed position. Her hands dug frantically into the shaggy rug, tearing bits of wool from the deep pile, completely unconscious of her cat-like actions . They were bucking frantically now, their bodies shaking the room as they both reached for their orgasmic releases.
Frank's hands were on Gail's hips. But she was oblivious to everything now but the crazed couple she was staring at through the deceptive two-way mirror.
Lewd words in her ear jerked her back to reality.
"Bend over the table, honey, I want to fuck you from behind... " Frank was breathing softly in her ear.
Immediately, her body stiffened. Her first impulse was to refuse his demands, but the lewd sight of Jackie and Vic rolling about in a wild frenzied lust of naked flesh had sent tremors of delight through her own body, and a spark of desire had exploded down between her legs, sending flames shooting up her back.
With a moan, Gail shuffled the few steps over to the table and bent fully over it, resting her upper torso on the table top and laid her face, cheek down on its cold surface, enabling her to maintain her ringside view of the amatory performance in the other room.
Gently, Frank removed her blouse and began to slip her panties down over her soft hips and buttocks, where it fell to her knees with her toreador pants. The cool air on her behind sent ice-cold shivers through her. She heard the rush of a zipper being opened and then the sound of clothes falling on the floor. She knew Frank was undressing. She felt the rounded cheeks of her buttocks, being spread apart by strong thumbs, and then she jumped forward as she felt the warm, wet flick of his teasing tongue licking down her widespread ass crevice.
"Ooooohhhhnnnnnnnn," she groaned in agonized joy as the tongue flicked along her perspiring split, coming to rest at the pulsating mouth of her tiny puckered anus. The tongue mischievously darted and probed at the tight elastic opening and she flexed her buttocks to repel and encourage the illicit probing at the same time.
She braced herself against the table when she felt the gigantic tip of Frank's cock pressing against the stretched ass-split. She felt his hands dig into her flesh back there, gripping her hips tightly.
"Put it in," Frank rasped hoarsely behind her.
Automatically, she reached her hand back and groped around until she came into contact with the vast rod. A thrill shot through her at the thought of this obese instrument skewering her in time to the other couple's frantic fucking. Her fingers closed over the massive pole and then she slowly guided it through her widespread thighs to the mouth of her waiting vagina. Expertly, she reached down with her free hand and spread the already-swollen outer lips of her cunt. She placed the bulbous head at the palpitating cuntal opening and gingerly tested its size against the circumference of her cunt. Slowly, she pushed back, seeking to skewer herself on the huge shaft. Then Frank rammed forward and his tree trunk of a cock pushed its way into her secret passage. Up, up he surged forward until he had imbedded all of the gross throbbing instrument far up in her belly.
The elastic walls of Gail's pussy closed fist-like around Frank's penis like a vise and he had to strain to pull it out again.
"Aaaaaghhhh... " he groaned, "what a tight little cunt you've got, Gail."
He finally managed to extract the elongated prick from her clutching depths. Taking a moment for breath, he again plunged his cock into her hot pulsating sheath, shoving his pelvis forward between Gail's widespread legs. The tight membrane of her vagina began to give a little around the giant pole and Frank was able to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the now-yielding confines of her cunt.
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Shivers of delight had coursed through Jackie as she lay waiting for her husband to make love to her. And love it would be this time for sure, she knew.
She felt her thighs being spread apart as he knelt between them. He pressed his fingers down on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt, and gently spread apart the guarding lips. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her greedily throbbing clitoris and the quivering viscous opening of her pussy. Grasping his fully erect penis in his hand, he steered the ponderous head to the moist opening.
Jackie gasped as she felt the first stinging contact of his cock on her delicate skin. Then there was a great stretching feeling in her loins and she felt as though the tender flesh of her cunt was being ripped in shreds. She felt the huge top pressing against the elastic opening making her bite her lip in pain, and then, the tight elastic opening gave-and he was in!
"AAAggggghhhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt the giant cock surge forward. Her vagina was fighting against the unaccustomed size and she felt the ridges of his penis rasp gratingly against her tender inner skin. On and on he pressed. She tried to draw back but he was hopelessly encased in her clinging flesh. But then, almost miraculously, the tightness of her vaginal canal eased and she felt the cock slip easily up and down in her resilient moistened sheath.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she began to sigh, the vibrating passion of his cock thrilling her like never before. Her thighs rose up to meet his member, joyfully impaling her pussy fully onto him, urging his surging penis on to deeper caverns, high up to the root of her womanhood.
She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his open mouth down on her breasts. Immediately, enclosing almost the entire breast in his mouth, he began to frantically rub the nipple into incredible erection. The obedient bud leaped magnificently, puckering the surrounding skin, and his mouth moved to its twin, which responded in the same glorious manner. Now Vic's hands clutched convulsively in the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing the pliant flesh. His thick shaft rubbed the inside flesh of her vagina with magical strokes, and Jackie soared higher into ecstasy with each feathery stroke.
Lord, she thought through her joyful passion, I'd no idea it could be this good! She felt the last vestiges of her conventional prudery fly away on the wings of her unfettered libido, and all she could think of was that this was happening to her with her husband, her own darling Vic.
Vic's breathing was becoming more ragged than ever, and his face was bathed in sweat. Still he slaved over the churning body of his wife, as she groped ecstatically for her ultimate release.
With a sudden movement, he grasped her legs in his hands and swung a leg up over each shoulder. Thus her crotch was even more exposed, more fully offered to his demoniacal fucking. Jackie mewled with pleasure at the strange new contact which this lewd pose afforded her, and she redoubled her efforts to skewer herself completely up on the battering rod. Her buttocks were pumping furiously now and a look of lascivious abandon crept over her crimsoned face. Her lustrous hair fanned out over the rug, and she dug her hands into her husband's shoulders, almost drawing blood from the strength of her fingernails. Her entire body was as taut as a bowstring, as she felt clouds of warm moistness gathering hurricane force in her loins.
Her husband was plowing frenziedly into her now, aware of her impending cum and striving to match his own cataclysmic release with hers.
Suddenly, she was there. Her arms flailed hopelessly into the rug, and her head tossed from side to side. She drove her pelvis relentlessly up against his plunging loins and guttural screams erupted animal-like from her throat. Through the daze of her lust, she felt her husband's sperm shooting up through the long length of his encased cock and then the tidal wave of cum poured into every nook and cranny of her pulsating vagina, a never-ending flood of love which wrung incoherent cries of pleasure from both of them. Jackie arched her back and thrust her tender loins up against him, molding their straining bodies together, fearful of losing even a drop of the wonderful life-giving nectar. Her usually beautiful face was contorted with lascivious passion and animal-like groans of heathen pleasure erupted from her lust-wracked lips.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH," she howled, her warm cum juice gushing down the length of his still-hard prick and joining on the rug the semen which was already beginning to flow from her widened passage.
Her belly quivered with the violence of their simultaneous orgasms and she finally lay flat on the rug, every ounce of energy drained from her perspiring body. He lay down over her and she could feel the beats of his pumping heart finally slowing. They lay there, arms entwined, as his limp cock slipped from her sperm drenched pussy, their love cemented by the ferocity of their mutual lust.
The sight of Jackie and Vic wallowing in the passionate abandon of their orgasms sent fresh strength coursing through Frank's veins. Frenetically, he plowed into the fleshy womanliness of Gail's flowering cunt. He felt her innermost channel squeeze and grip his prick with lazy rhythm, and his delighted member pulsated with lewd pleasure at the novel sensation. Her hand snaked around and fondled the loaded sperm-sac dangling between his legs. Gail arched her back thrusting her buttocks up even further in the air, allowing Frank's burgeoning cock even greater access to her warm, hungrily clasping belly. She pushed her upraised ass back on his advancing prick and moaned with pleasure as the distended head thudded against her womb. Gail's whole body twisted and writhed as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the huge shaft sinking deep into her cunt. Her breasts pressed painfully into the hardness of the table, but she paid them no heed. All she felt was his rock-hard cock sliding into her and her tempered cunt felt every inch of skin and surface on his rigid, throbbing member. The wiry hair surrounding the impaling rod grazed her tender ass-skin, and flicked tantalizingly at her anus.
"Oh Frank darling, do it, honey-do it!... " she moaned through passion-clenched teeth.
She was approaching orgasm, and Frank, goaded by her lewd plea, pile-drove his pistoning machine faster and faster into her lust hungering depths. Everything was blacked out of their heads now as they rocked and bucked, shaking the table dangerously as they sought to satisfy their lust.
Then, a low piercing scream came from Gail's strangling throat.
"Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cuummiinngg. Aggghhh!!"
Her body twisted and flailed as she begged him to fuck her harder, fuck harder. Her entire buttocks slapped maniacally and flattened back against his thrusting loins.
A low primitive growl joined her high-pitched screams as Frank jerked out his orgasm, sending waves of sperm shooting deep up into her dilating womb. The hot wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped, sucking at the jerking organ like a hungry babe. With an empty groan, Frank staggered backwards into the viewing chair, dragging Gail's spent body with him. They collapsed into the chair, Frank's burly arms cradling Gail's lethargic frame to his chest. They both slipped into an easy slumber then, smiles of satisfaction pasted on their spent faces. Gail's last waking thoughts were on Frank-how could I have ever disliked a hunk of man like this!'
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Vic grasped Jackie's arm tenderly, as he lead her down the street to where he had parked the car. His eyes shone with unadulterated love as he watched her joyous smile, her shining eyes. In the aftermath of their tumultuous passion, they had poured out their guilty secrets and they had smothered each other's doubts and fears in showers of kisses and protestations of love. Jackie had confessed timidly, "I never knew lovemaking could be so good, Vic," and Vic had smiled happily back.
"And now, my sweet little whore," he said as he handed her into the car, "let's go home to our own little bed, and never stray from it again!"
