Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of sexual fantasies brought to life.
WHIPPED SECRETARY is the story of one young woman, Fran Richards, who gradually discovers that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies they are desperate to play out. And she finds that she also enjoys them. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Fran, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
WHIPPED SECRETARY-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Fran Richards shoved open the door of the huge boat shed, stepped inside and was immediately awed by the sight of rows and rows of expensive yachts floating in the various slips, protected from the elements by men wealthy enough to afford this special service of the fabulous Atlantic Yacht Club.
Dressed in light skirt and blouse, she felt out of place. This particular environment called for shorts and halters or bikinis. Actually, it was too hot for anything else. The flat top of the shed caught the sun's rays and reflected the heat in steamy waves downward, gluing her blouse to her body, outlining her shapely breasts and the tips of her nipples to an embarrassing degree.
"Hey, beautiful," someone called. "You looking for me?"
She turned. A bare-chested young man grinned and winked from the stern of the nearest yacht. Sweat drenched his tanned body as he paused from mopping the deck.
"I'm looking for the White Swan. Do you know where she's tied up?"
"Biggest and most luxurious rig in the place, sugar." He indicated the direction with a jab of his thumb. 'Two slips up from here. Can't miss her."
She thanked him and left, feeling his gaze following her. He whistled and said, "Wow-what an ass!"
Fran flushed, walked stiffly on in search of the White Swan. She found it and stepped aboard the deserted looking craft. She saw no one. She entered the first door she spotted, found herself in the aft lounge. The door closed behind her, making an ominous sound which startled her. She stood for a moment in the dim room, undecided what to do, waiting for her eyes to focus. "John Hastings?" she called timidly. "Mr. Hastings-are you here?"
Someone grunted and stirred. Fran squinted and stepped closer to the sound, gasped at what she saw. A naked man and woman were making love on the leather couch. They each stared at Fran but were too enthralled in what they were doing to stop.
"Don't look so shocked," the man said. "We're only fucking."
Fran felt like the fool of the century for barging in here unannounced. But everything had looked so deserted, so uninhabited. She realized she was off to a very bad start on her new job as a secretary at the boat club. Hypnotized by sight of the wildly fucking bodies, Fran stood frozen to the spot, her hand at her throat.
Embarrassment rendered her speechless. She could not tear her eyes from the sweating, churning figures locked in an obscene, lust-writhing embrace. Despite her shame, however, she felt an irresistible twitching of sensuality in her pussy.
God how long had it been since she'd been made love to! She'd been separated from her husband over sixty days now, and the absence of sex had been rough. Like any normal, twenty-two year old female, she often ached for sex horribly. Ashamed of herself for her erotic thoughts, Fran turned and pulled desperately at the door handle, wanting to run away.
The door refused to open but budged enough to prove it wasn't locked. Panic hit her. Someone was holding it from the outside! She couldn't believe this! What in God's name was happening to her? What was going on?
She heard the moaning behind her grow louder, more passionate. She twisted around, her back to the door, stared at the gyrating bodies fucking and clawing in obvious ecstasy.
The man's muscular body bucked excitedly between the clutching thighs. Fran found herself spellbound, unable to stop her own flesh from responding to the shameful sight. Every nerve quivered and her tanned body grew feverish with desire.
Her nostrils caught the odor of raw sex, adding to her excitement. Both her hands impulsively covered her breasts, squeezed them unmindfully, lost in a fit of pure sensuality.
Neither the man nor the woman showed the slightest concern that they had an audience. The woman issued cat-calls of lust as the man's huge cock drove noisily in her cunt. "Fuck me, John! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her heels pounded his thrusting buttocks, urging him to greater effort. John's big prick tore forcefully between the woman's stretched cuntlips, each stab bringing a gurgle of ecstasy from the woman's wantonly parted lips. Unwittingly, Fran imagined it was her own pussy John Hastings was ravishing with such fury. In a feverish daze her hands left her hardened nipples and drifted down her stomach to her pussy, feeling the steamy crease of her cuntlips through her skirt. An overwhelming sensation flooded her, turned her brain to erotic mush. Gasping, she drew up her skirt, wormed her finger past her panties and into her hot wet pussy. She rubbed her hardened clit, felt her knees begin to buckle in the delirious feeling, causing her to lean back against the door to keep from falling.
In her erotic trance, Fran was unconscious of what her finger was doing to her cunt. She felt only nerve-sizzling passion building in her aroused flesh. Her breasts rose and fell as the man kept ramming his cock in the woman's grasping cunt.
Pulling his head to her bosom, the woman moved his mouth from one hardened nipple to the other. She pulled hard to force the fullness of her tits in between his teeth. The man snarled and chewed at the woman's breasts, sucking and feeding. His actions fascinated Fran as she watched. He managed to fuck the woman brutally and suck her tits all at the same time. The woman cried out her rising lust.
Every time John drove his prick in the juicily sucking cunt his heavy balls slapped the woman's firm buttocks. The woman's groans caused Fran's heart to quicken. She envied the female John Hastings was fucking, no need denying the truth. She was ashamed, yet couldn't resist living the fantasy that it was her the man was so gustily fucking.
Fran noted the lust in his eyes. It stimulated the dream that he actually had his cock in her cunt instead of the other female's. Her pussy swelled as her finger worked faster. Her cuntlips were wet and slick with her juices.
Fran suddenly became aware of the perverse manner in which she was responding to the erotic vision of the two bodies struggling in throes of orgiastic sex. Shocked at herself, she instantly withdrew her finger from her panties and let her skirt fall down in place. At the same time, she realized John Hastings had been watching her mindless display with bright-eyed interest. She flushed to the roots in her shame.
What am I doing! her mind screamed. She wanted to turn and run away fast as she could. She spun, shoved against the door again. It wouldn't open. She sobbed, but even in her misery she still felt the fantasy of the man's big cock ramming inside her pussy, and she turned weak with a sensation that almost brought her to climax. Her humiliation was too much to bear.
The woman under John Hastings shrieked. Her body turned into an undulating mass of churning flesh as she blasted into orgasm. John Hastings squealed, then snarled and climaxed at the same time. "Cumming!" he gritted through clamped teeth. "I'm cumming!"
He rammed his cock like a man gone mad, driving it rapidly in the hot pussy pulling at his spurting cockhead.
It was too much for Fran. She hadn't had any sexual fulfillment in so long that the sight caused a mild explosion to go off in her own thrill-starved flesh. She stood quivering in the aftermath, flushed in sensuality while the gorgeous feeling crawled through her in a weakening wave, until her orgasm passed.
She regained control with an effort. Her clothes were stuck to her body as she attempted to straighten them. Sweat bathed her limbs. Nervously, she shoved her long black hair our of her face. She saw John Hastings, depleted now, crawl like a whipped dog off and away from the woman. He sat on the couch, legs stretched out, lewdly exposing his cock and balls. Fran turned and tugged at the door handle once more but it refused to give. She turned back. John grinned at her, stroked his cock and hefted his balls toward her.
Fran was amazed to see his shiny prick rapidly growing hard and stiff again so quickly.
"Enjoy the show, baby?" John taunted. "How'd you like to join in?" He glanced at the woman struggling to an upright position beside him. "How about it, Lettie? You willing to make it a threesome?"
"Why not?" Lettie said amusedly. "I think it'd be fun."
The two girls stared at one another, each realizing the remarkable resemblance between them. They both had lustrous black hair, full breasts, and even their facial features were similar.
Lettie pushed to her feet, eyes curious. "Just who in the hell are you, honey? And where did you come from?"
"I'm Fran Richards," Fran said, her voice trembly. "I'm the new secretary for the club. I was sent here to tell Mr. Hastings he's wanted in the office. I'm sorry I busted in like this. I feel like a fool. But if I'd only known-" She blushed again, remembering they'd seen her with her hand in her panties.
"Know what I think, John?" Lettie said. "I think our friend Fran Richards wants you to fuck her. Did you see her a minute ago, playing with herself while she spied on us?"
"I saw her," John nodded. "I bet she's one real hot piece. Yeah, she wants some of my cock."
John and Lettie moved toward her, pinning her against the door. She held up her hands. "Please don't-I came in here by mistake! I'm sorry I interrupted!"
Grinning, John's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, loosening them. "Come on, get with it. How're you gonna do any fucking with all your clothes on?"
Fran struggled against his hands, trying to push them away. But Lettie giggled and began helping him. She worked at the blouse front also, and between the two of them they easily undressed her completely, and left her standing there stark naked.
They stood back, humorously staring at her. Fran tried to cover herself with her hands but John grasped her wrists and held them away."
"Go on, screw hell out of her," Lettie told John. "She deserves it, busting in here on us like she did. She's got it coming. Teach her a lesson in manners."
"No!" Fran protested. John laughed. He forced his body against hers. She felt his stiff cock jabbing at her pussy. She knew sudden panic, still she couldn't fight down a quivering of passion tormenting her flesh. She hated herself for not fighting harder, but her need for sex was just too strong and her will too weak. "Don't," she pleaded. "Please don't... "
"What you really need, honey, is a little more warming up," John said. "You need your bashful little pussy licked and sucked on."
"No!" Fran struggled anew as John slid down to his knees, caught her ass-cheeks in his strong palms, gripping the flesh tightly. He rammed his face in her black bush and she felt his tongue lapping her cuntlips. She tried to push his head from her but Lettie stepped in and grabbed her wrists, giggling at Fran's desperate plight.
"Don't tell me you don't like to be eaten," Lettie said, giggling wildly. "I'll call you a liar. Every girl likes to feel a tongue in her cunt."
Fran gasped as John's tongue licked its way to her sensitive clit. In spite of herself, she felt it quiver in shameful response, suddenly welcoming the flood of sensuality washing through every nerve and cell of her body.
Breathlessly, Fran gave in to the gorgeous feeling. She lost control, became aware that her cunt was writhing at John's face as though pleading for more of his marvelous tongue.
Lettie saw the change in Fran's expression. She released Fran's wrists and grinned evilly as Fran's fingers tangled in John's hair, pressing his head closer into her pussy, grinding like a wanton whore in heat.
"You've got her going now!" Lettie said. "She couldn't stop if she wanted to. The bitch is turned on like a million watt light bulb!"
Dazed by the overwhelming sensation, Fran's mind was incapable of functioning. The expert tongue in her cunt gave no respite for logical thought. One part of her brain yelled No! while the other part screamed Yes! She was aware of what she was doing, yet helpless to stop.
Lettie put her hands on Fran's full tits and kneaded the resilient flesh, pinched the nipples and laughed as the pink buds sprang hard and erect.
"Ohhh," Fran breathed helplessly, overcome in pain-pleasure wrought by the pinching fingers torturing her nipples and the slavering tongue licking her clit. "Oooo, I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" Her entire form quaked with lust. "You're going to make me cummm! I'm going to cummm!"
"So have yourself a ball," Lettie giggled. "Cumming is the name of the game. That's what it's all about."
Fran felt every nerve screeching for release. John's tongue drove deeper. Fran squirmed her lower torso, aiding the probing, delving tongue that was driving her out of her mind. Lettie pinched harder and gave each swollen nipple a cruel twist with her fingertips.
Fran screeched and climaxed, her flesh exploding in shudders of orgasmic bliss.
Again and again Fran's pulsations thrilled her flesh. John's tongue kept whipping her clit. She yanked on his hair unmercifully, bucking her cunt to his mouth. Her breasts stung from Lettie's torture. Fran's lips spread over her teeth wantonly, her eyes narrowed slits of lust. She whined pitifully in unbearable pleasure. Finally her climax drained, and once more she felt like the fool of the universe, her humiliation and shame returning.
She pushed John's face from her cunt and shoved Lettie's hands from her tits. "Leave me alone! I'm getting out of here!" She looked around for her clothes.
Lettie said, "Wouldn't you know it, John? Fran got her rocks off and now she wants to put on her pink panties and run. Selfish, isn't she? And you haven't even fucked her yet. You going to let her get away with it?"
"Hell no," John said. He got to his feet. "You got yours, sugar, so now it's time I got mine. Why do you think I ate you off? To get you ready for my stiff horny prick, that's why. I'm gonna fuck you good and proper! I'm gonna fix us both up real good!"
"No! Please-let me have my clothes!"
"Like shit I will."
"Will you listen to the ungrateful bitch?" Lettie said. "Just who does she think she is, anyhow? Got what she wanted and now trying to be stingy and not give anything in return. Some people! Well, they say there's one in every crowd."
"Come on, let's get situated for some prime fucking," John said. "Put your terrific tail on the couch, Fran baby, so I can ram you full of cock."
Fran cringed against the door. "I won't! I'm getting out of here. Don't touch me!"
"Tch, tch," John chortled. "Listen to the girl, will you? Pretending she doesn't want my cock when we all know she's aching for it. Aw, come on, Fran. Don't be such a prude." He grabbed her arm, dragged her toward the couch.
Fran hung back, struggling. Lettie grasped her other arm and began pulling also. "Some people just have to be forced to enjoy themselves. What's wrong with you, Fran? It's an honor to be fucked by John. You don't know how lucky you are. John fucks like a raging bull. Hell tear your hot pussy to pieces. You'll love it! Every girl does!"
They slung her on the couch and John threw his weight down on her, his hard knees grinding between her legs. Fran tried to scoot from under him but got her ass hanging at the edge of the soft leather couch. "Stop it, stop it!" she kept gasping. "This is rape! You're going too far!"
"You need a good raping," John growled. His body forced between her thighs, spreading them, leaving her pussy vulnerable to his rock-hard cock. He jabbed the flared knob at her cuntlips, seeking entrance. Fran moved her ass on the couch edge, making him miss. He swore, held her tightly and kept punching away. Lettie hovered over them, giggling, her face excited. "Stick it in her, John! Give the stubborn bitch all the cock she can take!"
"Oh God!" Fran wailed. "This can't be happening to me! Let me go! Let me go!"
John's fingers ran down between their naked bellies. He fingered the lips of her pussy, then guided his quivering cockhead in the wet slit. Fran felt her cuntlips spreading as his shaft slid deeply inside her. She gasped, wishing she could deny the sudden feeling of pleasure as her inner cunt swallowed his big cockhead, her tender muscles tightening around it. Her clit came to life as John bucked his groin against her ass, driving his stiff prick deeper and deeper. Blissful sensations stunned her brain. Unwittingly, she hunched her ass to meet his plunge.
"She's turned on again!" Lettie laughed. "You've got her hot to trot now, John! Her eyes are rolled back in her head and she's bucking like a hot mink! Give it to her! Fuck her blue in the face!" Lettie slapped John's ass a stinging blow with her open palm. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Fran gritted her teeth to keep from crying out with pleasure. She wondered how she could be enjoying anything like this. She wished Lettie would whip John harder, making him fuck her harder. She wished she could whip him herself, spur his marvelous cock to greater effort. The perverse thought shamed and terrified her. How could she be thinking such lustful things! It was a horrible fantasy, yet her burning flesh pleaded for fulfillment.
Fran opened her thighs wider, undulated her pelvis against John's hairy crotch. She gasped. She felt his long thick prick tunneling the inner softness of her cunt with plunging savagery. Lettie slapped his ass brutally.
Fran's fingers tangled in John's hair. She pulled his panting mouth to her breasts. One swollen nipple popped in his mouth. He sucked it noisily, then switched quickly to the other nipple, sucked it also. Fran thought she would die in ecstasy. Instead, she came.
"Ahhhh!" she screeched breathlessly. "Ahhhggg!"
John realized she was cumming. He fucked faster and Lettie, giggling wildly, whipped his flying ass faster and harder. John orgasmed, too. "Yiiieee!" he sang out. "Wowww! Yiiieee yiiieee!"
Drained, John relaxed limply on Fran. Her fingers still clutched his hair. As sanity returned, she covered her face with her palms, too humiliated to look either of them in the eye. She'd acted like the worst kind of alley cat, leaving herself wide open for ridicule.
"Too late to hide your face now, you horny bitch," Lettie taunted. "So stop pretending you're such a goody-goody, you're not fooling anybody. You're nothing but a hot-assed slut and you've just proved it! So stop acting! It won't work!"
Whimpering in guilt, Fran pushed at John. He rolled off her easily, his limp cock flopping free of her pussy and hanging wetly against his heavy balls. Fran got quickly to her feet, avoiding the gaze of Lettie's sneering ridicule. Fran grabbed up her clothes and dressed as fast as she could. Neither Lettie nor John moved to stop her. She reached for the door handle, hoping against hope for escape from these two sex-crazy monsters. The handle turned easily. She pushed the door open and stepped hurriedly outside.
She saw the tanned young man who had directed her to the White Swan when she'd first entered the boat shed. He sat on the rail grinning at her. "Have a good time in there, beautiful? Find what you were looking for?" he chuckled knowingly. Fran flushed red. "You ought to know, you creep! You held the door so I couldn't get out! And I guess you peeked through the crack and watched me get raped! I hope you enjoyed yourself!"
The young man shrugged. "Don't go away mad, sugar. Come back in the shed anytime. After seeing your luscious tail in action, I could use a little of you myself. I mean you're one red hot number. I mean you can really fuck!"
Fran brushed past him and ran away.
CHAPTER TWO
Fran straightened her black hair and fumbled at smoothing out her skirt and blouse as she departed from the boat shed and stepped into the waning glare of the late afternoon sun. She felt hot, damp, mussed and flustered. Her clothes clung wetly to her body. She walked along the brightly painted pier, passing countless other yachts moored side by side clear to the huge marina building and beyond.
She dreaded returning to the office in the plush marina where she worked. She knew she looked like hell in her present ruffled condition and she'd rather die than have Mr. Copeland, the assistant manager, see her. But then she realized it was after five, which was knocking off time, and he wouldn't be expecting her, thank God. If she were lucky, she could slip into the room which had been assigned her, shower and relax and pull herself together.
She made it to her small but comfortable quarters without bumping into any of the other employees, sighed a breath of relief as she closed the door behind her, then undressed immediately.
On the way into the bath she saw her naked reflection in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She winced, feeling her shame once more at the lustful manner she had demonstrated her pent-up sexual needs. Evan, her ex-husband, would have been amazed if he'd known she could show such alley-cat passions. He wouldn't have believed his eyes.
Fran adjusted the shower water as hot as she thought she could stand it, then heard the telephone jangle before she could step under the spray. With a groan of reluctance, she padded barefoot back into the bedroom and picked up the receiver. She recognized John Hasting's voice, and she choked back a gasp of surprise.
"Fran baby," he said low and sensually, "you're the best fuck I've had in many a moon. We're gonna have to get together soon for a repeat performance."
"How'd you find me so quickly?" she asked in a small state of shock. "I thought I was rid of you!"
John chuckled. "I knew all about you before you came looking for me on the White Swan. But I didn't know what a terrific piece of tail you were.
Sugar, you and I are gonna make balling music from now on. You've got what I like, so don't worry, you won't go horny for lack of stiff cock. I've got more than enough to keep you happy."
Embarrassed by his obscene talk, Fran snapped, "Just do me a favor and leave me alone! If I never see you again it'll be too soon!" She slammed down the receiver, hoping it fractured his eardrum.
Sex, she brooded dismally as she returned to the bath, stepped beneath the hot stinging spray. Was it all anybody could think or talk about or indulge in nowadays? It was exasperating!
Sex had wrecked her marriage and now here it was still plaguing her on her new job. She had hoped to find peace of mind from the pains of divorce here, as well as a means of supporting herself. She'd die if she had to plead with Evan for money to live on. He'd like that. He'd like to see her on her knees before him.
Damned if she'd do it though! She'd starve before she went crawling back to Evan. On the other hand, if the employment agency hadn't come through with the secretarial spot at the Atlantic Yacht Club, she might have been forced to do just that. But they'd found her a job just in the nick of time, thank heaven! She'd been down to her last dollar, frustrated and frightened.
Now she had more fears to worry about. If that despicable twosome, John and Lettie, decided to spread rumors of how she'd reacted to their sexual advances on the White Swan, and was heard by her superiors, she could get fired. Worse, she wasn't through with them yet, either. At least not with John Hastings. He'd proved that by phoning.
The thought terrified her. No, she hadn't seen the last of him by any means! But this was only part of what upset her. Like it or not, she felt quick flashes of desire at the idea of being raped again and again by John Hastings. She had fought it but she had also loved the harsh fucking he'd given her in the boat shed. The memory of the thrills she'd experienced simply wouldn't go away.
The stinging spray of water on her breasts added to the lingering sensation rather than diminishing it. Wincing in new arousal, she turned her uptilted tits directly into the hot spray, felt them respond and harden instantly. She felt her pussy swell, tingle with fresh excitement, felt her entire body quiver with desire.
She clamped her eyes shut and shook her head helplessly. What was the matter with her! Had unbridled sex cravings taken over her life? Had she become so starved for sensation since leaving her husband that she'd be a slave to lust from now on? Oh God-take away these wicked urges that were torturing her out of her mind!
Hating herself, Fran imagined a horrible fantasy. She pictured John Hastings spread-eagle on the ground with his huge prick standing up straight and hard while she alternated sucking it and fucking it to her jaded heart's content; never letting the cock soften, laughing at John's insane, futile cries for mercy.
The fantasy became rooted in her brain, her flesh tingled in overpowering deliciousness, heightened by the hot stinging spray. She moaned and cupped her tilted tits, fondled them, squeezed pinched the nipples to bright red buds. A flash of excitement whipped through her, made her gasp and lick her lips wantonly. "God!" she gurgled. "Oh God-!"
One hand slid slowly down her smooth belly to her cunt. She stroked the swollen mound, ruffled her black pussy hair, let one finger tease between her pussylips. A blissful weakness ran over her, nearly buckling her knees. Her finger creased deeper into her slit and touched her aroused clitoris. She gasped. If she could make herself cum once more, maybe she'd get a grip on herself, dislodge the perverted fantasy from her mind.
Fran caressed the soft inner lips of her pussy faster, adding a second finger to the first, running the fingertips over her hot clit. It stood out hard, electrically sensitized, radiating little jolts of excitement through her wet gleaming body.
She imagined John's erect cock pulsating in her mouth while her tongue bathed and sucked it hungrily, drawing the huge knob deep in her throat. Her flesh surged with heated intensity, her excitement leaped. Her fingers worked faster over her pearl-hard clit, her breathing became ragged. Passion flared in her loins. Her young sleek wet form squirmed and danced in sensual rhythm as the steamy shower spray pelted her excited flesh.
Fran crowded two more fingers in her cunt, her expression one of obscene perversity. She curved her body forward as she masturbated uninhibitedly, her other hand pinching her inflamed nipples, rubbing them, twisting and torturing them until pain whipped through her in exquisite floods of intense sensuality.
"Cum!" she begged herself. "Please cum!"
The sense of evil, of sin, of wickedness would not release her. She felt gripped in a horrible ecstasy of her own making, helpless to escape. Now in her fantasy she lay on top of John's muscular body, his hard throbbing prick captured in her cunt. Her hips rose and fell relentlessly, swallowing his hard cock into the deepest depths of her belly. He babbled horribly for her not to fuck him to death. She laughed and kept right on fucking him...
Hunching and writhing, she masturbated even more intensely. Her heart pumped furiously. Tight little whimpers hissed past her teeth, her lips drawn in a vicious snarl. "Cum!" she pleaded between gasps. "Cum, cum, cummm!"
The climactic explosion came abruptly. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head as delirious sensation washed through her, enhanced by the steaming water pellets stinging her flesh. Brain-reeling convulsions drowned her in ecstasy. Her cunt pulsated, spilling forth her pussy juices.
"Ahhhhh... Ooooo... Thank God!!!"
Her pulsations gradually subsided. Fran sighed final relief and began to relax. Perhaps she could return to sanity now. She felt shamed and exhausted. Guiltily she pulled herself together, lathered her body with scented soap, rinsed thoroughly and stepped out of the shower. She toweled harshly, somewhat angry at herself for what she'd done. She felt she needed, deserved punishment. The rough towel pinked her skin she rubbed so hard. "Slut!" she yelled. "Slut slut slut!"
Moments later she crawled in bed and fell asleep, her conscience eager for escape into oblivion.
Fran tossed and tumbled, disturbed by dreams. She dreamed John Hastings now had her tied helplessly, her hands bound behind her back, her ankles spread. John lay beside her, head propped up on an elbow. He held a monstrous dildo in his hand. It gleamed wetly as he shoved the dildo's huge head relentlessly in and out of her tortured cunt. He grinned in callous amusement as he fucked her with the hideous instrument, taking his time, enjoying her misery, ignoring her cries of protest.
Then in her dream she turned on to the dildo, bucked her hips up to it shamelessly, cried out for him to work it faster, deeper. He laughed at her plight and made her strain high in an upward arch for it, teased her out of her mind. She begged and babbled incoherently for more of the horrendous, thrill-producing cock. He wouldn't give it to her.
He played the artificial head slickly between her pussylips, slipping it lightly along the gaping slit. Now and then he let it touch her swollen clit, laughed as her body arched desperately for more. Then, while she was straining upward, he suddenly took the dildo away, leaned over her and licked her fired-up juicy cunt, sluicing his tongue in long deep wipes. It drove Fran crazy. She screamed for release. It was all so real!
She snapped out of the dream in shock. Suddenly there was more fact to her dream than fiction. Her eyes popped open. She tried to draw up her knees and couldn't. She froze. Someone actually was licking her cunt. Impulsively she began to struggle, opened her mouth to scream.
"Don't yell!" John Hasting's voice said before she cried out. "It's only me." His tone was humorous.
She pushed up on her elbows, could see his grinning countenance faintly in the moonlight filtering through the window. "What are you doing in my room?" she demanded. "How did you get the door open? I locked it!"
"I work here, beautiful. I've got keys to everything."
"Then let yourself out the same way you came in! If you don't leave this instant I'll scream for help! I swear I will!"
"Go ahead, sugar. But you'll end up sorry."
She paused. "What do you mean?"
"I'll say you invited me in."
"But that's a he! I didn't!"
John chuckled. "Your word against mine, Fran baby. And Lettie will back me up, swear she heard you ask me for an all night fuck. Two against one, sugar. You want to try to beat the odds?"
Fran knew she was whipped. "Damn you! Oh, damn you to hell! Why do you keep haunting me! Why can't you please leave me alone! I hate you, I can't stand you!"
"Oh, I hardly believe that," John said and took a lick of her pussy that turned her loins warm in spite of her anger. "A moment ago your sweet little pussy was lifting for my tongue, wanting it something awful."
"I was dreaming!" Fran flushed. "I didn't realize... Oh, what's the use! Nothing I say makes any difference to you. I'm only wasting my breath!"
As though the matter were settled, John resumed licking Fran's pussy. He ran his tongue all over her swollen mound, licked her mass of pussy hair, kissed her cuntlips, played with her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Fran's body could not ignore the climbing sensations John's tongue created. Tiny jolts of ecstasy radiated in every nerve and cell of her flesh. "Don't kiss me down there like that," she pleaded. "It drives me crazy."
"That's the general idea," John paused to say and chuckle. "I want you hot and juicy and ready to fuck."
"Ohhh," Fran moaned. Her hips started grinding and she couldn't stop them. "Oh God help me...
John laughed softly. He gave her pussy a long deep lick that made her ach and tremble. Then while she was arched, his mouth left her pussy and ran kisses along her scented thighs and the upward planes of her moon-silvered body. "Geez, you're good," he muttered. "You taste good everywhere."
He dragged a pillow under her arched hips, lifted her leg and ducked beneath it. He kissed the smooth insides of her thighs, then turned is attention once more to her steamed up pussy.
"This is the only way to really eat a girl's cunt," he said. He spread his mouth over her gaping cunt and drove his tongue far as he could inside her.
CHAPTER THREE
Actual tears filled Fran's eyes as John's hot mouth engulfed her pussy, his tongue tickling deep in her vagina, seemingly trying to reach her belly. "You bastard!" she wailed. "Don't do this to me!"
Her pleading fell on deaf ears. John grunted harshly, like a hungry pig, his strong fingers gripping her ass-cheeks, biting into the tender flesh. Fran flung her head from side to side in frustration. "Oh God!!! Oh God!!!"
She couldn't fight it, the exquisite feelings were too divine. Almost with vengeance, she surrendered to lust. Her lips parted wantonly, her tongue circling wetly around them. She gripped her tits and squeezed the resilient flesh to pain, clamped the hardened nipples between her fingers, pinching them with unmerciful self-cruelty. She locked her legs around John's head and hunched her cunt harder against his face. The pillow positioned her ass just right. "Then eat me good, you bastard!" she cried. "Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!"
She grabbed his hair in both hands, jerked his head even closer, heard him whimper inside her pussy. The sound increased her excitement. Her heart raced. She felt glorious lust intermingled with anger. Her flesh sang vindictive ecstasy.
Fran pulled John's hair and bounced her ass on the pillow while his hot mouth consumed her fired-up pussy. His tongue plunged in and out and it felt like his entire face had become one big sucking, lapping mouth. The very perversity of it all thrilled her in a sinful way.
She pushed up on her elbows, twisted herself hurriedly until she was sitting on his face, burying his head in the pillow, her knees pinning down his arms. She sat there for a moment, head thrown back and a wicked smile lighting her countenance. She imagined herself a queen enthroned on the face of her sex slave. She cupped her tits and stroked and kneaded them proudly. She felt John's tongue working furiously inside her cunt. She gurgled ecstatically as the glory of the experience overwhelmed her. She felt beautiful.
John's prick stood up hard and its huge knob bobbed slightly with each beat of his pumping heart. Fran leaned forward, captured the pulsing cock lightly in her hand, stroked it softly and felt the muscles strain and quiver. She ran her fingers down to the base, lifted his heavy balls, closed her fingers about them and squeezed them, feeling the nuts rub against each other.
John groaned in her cunt, writhed his lower torso in pained bliss, worked his legs up and down as though caught in the throes of sweet agony.
Fran kissed the bobbing head of his prick. It was velvety smooth and hard against her soft panting lips. She peppered it with kisses, then spread her mouth over the throbbing knob, engulfed it far as she could. She felt it pulsating against her tongue and in her throat. She bathed the cockhead and satiny shaft with her warm running saliva. She squeezed his balls again and heard him moan in pure ecstasy.
John's tongue made long swipes along her swollen clit, sending a multitude of delicious thrills racing through her. She bobbed her head faster, sucking his prick clear to the back of her throat each time. She rolled her tongue around the pulsing knob.
Quickly, she changed positions. Scooting around, she straddled him, her knees beside his hips. His cock flapped against her ass. She guided it in her cunt, sat softly on it and felt it push slickly between her pussylips. Her cunt sucked John's throbbing cock far up inside her hot flesh.
John gasped unbearable pleasure. Fran leaned forward, rubbing her pink nipples across his panting mouth. He sucked and licked the nipples, biting them between his teeth.
Fran fucked up and down on John's cock. Sensual delight flooded her body, ecstasy controlling her flesh. The rock-hard prick churned and ground inside her pussy, pulsating rapidly, filling her with a sense of erotic glory.
She kept grinding her ass and rising higher and higher toward orgasm. She felt John's huge prick plunging deliciously in and out of her wet pussy as he thrust his hips upward at her. They met thrust for thrust in gasping, sensual togetherness.
Fran felt the first radiating tremors of orgasm crackling through her body to her brain, and she knew she was going to cum.
John squealed animal-like and they orgasmed in unison. Fran felt the hot gush of John's juices flooding in spurts inside her cunt. It kept her own climax going. Fran issued a whimper of growing ecstasy.
Their orgasmic bliss seemed to be going on for eternity. Fran surrendered herself to mindless ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her.
With a sigh of exhaustion she rolled off John's spent form and lay still beside him while the , beating of her heart subsided. After awhile, she said, "Please go away now, will you? You got what you came for."
John laughed and bounced up. "Okay, hot stuff. But don't run away, hear. I love that pussy of yours and I mean to have plenty more. You and I are gonna fuck each other blind. I'll be back, don't worry."
He dressed and went out. Fran felt dead tired, as though her flesh had turned to lead. She tried to think about what she'd done but it didn't work, and within moments she was asleep.
When she opened her eyes again it was dawn and somebody was knocking on her door. Somewhat numbed from the lusty antics of last evening with John Hastings, she swung her feet off the bed and hurried to answer. Cracking the door, she found Lettie beaming at her. "Good morning, darling," Lettie said. "Going to sleep all day?"
Fran blinked hard a couple times in an effort to clear her brain. "What time is it?"
"Six o'clock."
"Morning or night?" Fran asked, surprised.
"Morning, naturally."
"Then it's not even time to get up!"
"May I come in?" Lettie said and fairly pushed her way into the room. "I hate talking through cracks."
"I'm not dressed!" Fran quickly hopped back in bed and covered her nakedness with a sheet, feeling herself flush in embarrassment.
Lettie closed the door and perched on the side of the bed, grinned mischievously. "Don't be coy, darling. I've seen you naked before, remember?"
"How did you know where to find me?"
"John told me. He came to see me after he left you last night. You warmed him up and I polished him off. He's one dead rooster this morning, I assure you." She laughed.
"He told you about him and me-last night?"
"Just enough to excite me, darling, lauding your charms to high heaven. I couldn't wait to come see for myself."
"Oh, that rotten bastard!" Fran exclaimed. "Does everybody tell everything around this place?"
"No. But John likes to brag-to me at least. He thinks he's the world champion lover. I take him down a notch or two by screwing him till he can't budge. It plays hell with his ego."
Kicking off her shoes, Lettie drew up her legs and hugged her knees. Her skirt fell, baring her thighs. She stared at Fran, her smile sensual. Fran knew the girl was building up to something and it frightened her. She pulled the sheet higher over her tits.
Lettie's hand crept under an edge of the sheet and found Fran's ankle. She stroked up to her calf. Fran couldn't make up her mind what she wanted to do. It seemed foolish to continue playing the innocent role with either John or Lettie. They wouldn't accept no for an answer. Yet it felt strange having another female's hand caressing her. She'd never made love with a woman in her life and had never dreamed she ever would.
Lettie's hand slid sensually over her knees and thigh. "Your skin is like sheerest silk, darling. John wasn't lying. You are a prize."
"Please don't," Fran said. "I've never done anything with a woman." She tried to speak calmly.
"Then you have no idea what you've been missing. Sex had all sorts of goody kicks to offer it you'll just relax and enjoy them. I suppose it's up to me to teach you."
"No, don't... " Fran flushed as Lettie's palm moved relentlessly over her pussy mound and up her belly. In spite of her objections, she could not resist the other girl's intimate touch.
Gracefully and expertly Lettie's hand explored Fran's entire body and felt the ripe young flesh with deep appreciation showing in her eager eyes. "You have a marvelous body, darling.' Definitely made for love."
"Oh, I don't want to do this!" Fran cried, flustered at the way her heart was racing suddenly. "It's so awful! So unnatural!"
"Nothing's unnatural if it's good," Lettie said. "Honey, you're still living in the dark ages. When are you going to grow up? You're a big girl now."
"I just want to get dressed and out of here, out in the open air. Please... I want to let up." She tried to rise but Lettie firmly pushed her back down.
"No, darling. We've started something and we're going to finish it." She snatched the sheet from Fran's naked form and slung it off the bed. Fran blushed and covered her ebony-haired triangle with both hands. Lettie stared hungrily, an evil smile curling her lips.
"Glorious," Lettie purred. "You look positively delicious." She bent and kissed Fran's breasts. Fran's heart pumped furiously. Lettie kissed her face, her mouth, her eyes, her throat, shoulders and smooth round arms. She followed the arms down to where Fran's hands protected her pussy. Gently but firmly, she removed Fran's hands from the glossy bush. She kissed Fran's palms, then kissed Fran's mound. Fran felt Lettie's warm breath on her cuntlips.
"No... " Fran whimpered. "Oh, no... "
Lettie licked her mound until it was damp, then licked her cuntlips, flicking her tongue in the slit. Fran felt the expert tongue turning her flesh to flame. Mixed emotions tore at her. She clamped her eyes shut and twisted her head from side to side, not knowing what to do. It was all so horribly frustrating. Her thoughts flew wildly in all directions.
Fran knew, deep inside, she should make Lettie stop. She'd been brought up to believe this kind of lovemaking not only was wrong, but sinful as well.
Fran felt overpowering sensuality take over her body, make her nerves jump with delirious excitement. Saliva filled her mouth. She swallowed and gave in to the surging fires of ecstasy electrifying her flesh.-She might as well admit it, she was as responsive to sex as the most sensual animal that ever bared its teeth in lust.
It was strange, though, that she was just beginning to awaken to the fact of her true eroticism. Sex hadn't been the monster in her life when she'd been living with Evan. It had been merely a duty more or less, something a wife did for her husband because men were built to need sex and a wife's place was to lie down and give it to him. Actually, she had found the experience dull and boring, a pattern that never changed and created nothing but discomfort for her. Evan just hopped on, got quick satisfaction for himself, then rolled over and went to sleep.
But now that she was alone and on her own, circumstances were making her their victim. Storms of desire she didn't dream existed in her were bursting, teaching her she was much more erotic in nature than she'd ever imagined. Was she really the lust-hungry animal John and Lettie brought out in her? Was she so sexually explosive that, once the fuse was lit in her flesh, she could not control herself? The thought scared her. But not enough to give her the will to fight off Lettie's tantalizing kisses and caresses. Her arousal was complete.
Fran wound her fingers in Lettie's hair and sighed blissfully as Lettie's tongue slid over her clit, sending little ripples through her. She pulled the stimulating tongue and mouth closer, silently begging for more of the heavenly feelings. Lettie pressed her tongue against Fran's hard quivering clit, then nibbled it lightly with her teeth. Fran thought she would faint with pleasure. She moaned and stroked Lettie's cheeks and ears and hot forehead. She gasped and writhed her hips, whimpering, "Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh it feels so good... "
Lettie suddenly lifted her head, looked at Fran. "Then you do like it, don't you?"
"Yes!" Fran cried. "But don't stop now! Please! I-I'll go crazy!"
Lettie laughed. Straightening up on her knees, she quickly threw off her blouse, exposing her braless tits and firmed pink nipples. Then she unbuttoned and wriggled out of her skirt and panties, flinging them recklessly across the room.
"I hate clothes. I wish I never had to wear a stitch. I only feel normal when I'm naked."
She crawled up over Fran until her melon-shaped tits hovered over Fran's face. She swept them across Fran's lips. "Kiss them for me, darling. This is a two-way game, you know. You do for me and I do for you. Come on, don't be bashful. Believe it or not, I taste delicious."
Fran was too far gone to object.
CHAPTER FOUR
Fran's lips closed around Lettie's pink pointed nipple. The flared bud tasted delicious. Fran moaned. Exquisite sensation flooded her brain. She felt mesmerized at this new experience.
Lettie laughed softly. "You're doing nicely for a beginner. I told you, you'd like it. I told you I tasted delicious." She lifted the nipple from Fran's mouth. "Do you like me or don't you?"
"You're marvelous," Fran breathed. "You taste divine."
"Of course I do. Now kiss the other one. It's getting jealous." Giggling, she lowered her other tit to Fran's warm parted lips. Fran licked the nipple hungrily. Then she licked the entire resilient satiny globe. She caught the nipple in her mouth and sucked it. Her tongue absorbed the sweet erotic flavor of Lettie's succulent flesh. Fran felt drowned in pleasure.
Fran wanted this new experienced to last forever. Her arms went around Lettie's waist and her hands stroked Lettie's buttocks, up and down the silken-skinned body. Lettie relaxed on top of Fran, softly pushing her tit to Fran's opened mouth, allowing her to suck more of the delicious tit. Fran sucked it eagerly, then sucked the other tit again, her excitement climbing.
Fran rolled Lettie over on her back. Lettie lay smiling as Fran began licking a hungry path down the curvaceous body. Her mouth seemed drawn toward Lettie's patch of triangular pubic hair.
Fran kissed and licked the scented skin excitedly. She kissed the flat belly and all around the cute navel, then licked the navel, too, making Lettie quiver and pull up her legs.
Fran's mouth flew to the sleek thighs. She kissed up and down them, her brain ever conscious of the black bush apexing the lovely limbs. Lettie lay luxuriating in Fran's growing adulation. "Go ahead, darling," Lettie purred. "You know what you want to do, so do it. I love to be eaten."
Fran ran her parted lips over Lettie's perfumed hairy cunt mound. She flicked her tongue against the ebony bush until it was damp with her saliva. Fran moaned her bliss.
Fran felt Lettie's fingers find her ears and stroke them. The fingers played expertly along Fran's hairline and the nape of her neck. It increased her excitement, made her heart pound faster. Lettie undulated her hips impatiently. "Kiss me... kiss me like we both want," she urged.
Fran licked Lettie's pussylips. The taste was magical, flavorful as heady wine and a thousand times more intoxicating. Fran felt hopelessly overcome with desire. She pushed her tongue inside Lettie's juicy cunt, lapped deeply of the honey fluid. The taste and perfumed aroma rendered her incapable of thought; spellbound and hungry for more.
Spreading her mouth over Lettie's pussylips, Fran tongued and sucked as though in a frenzy. Lettie responded in obvious delight. Her body trembled. "Ummm... Ummm... that's good, darling, it's so very, very good. You make me feel wonderful."
Fran felt lost in a strange world of perverse delight. She moaned and whimpered as Lettie's pussy moved sensually up and down, and made slow motions as Lettie writhed and squirmed her hips and ass.
"I love it," Lettie said breathlessly. "Love it, love it, love it!"
Fran continued feasting at the black-haired succulent vulva which never remained quite still. Her mouth and tongue moved with it, following its slow, sensual circlings and undulations.
Lettie changed position. She twisted about and got her face between Fran's legs. Her tongue licked Fran's pussy wildly. Fran thought she would surely die in the ecstasy of this mad moment. Her heart pounded furiously. She could feel the pounding clear down to the tips of her toes.
The two women moaned in unison, their naked bodies writhing as they clutched each other's ass-globes and legs. Their tongues worked, their mouths sucked, their hips ground and squirmed in sensual undulations. Fran realized, but no longer cared, that they must resemble two maddened, sex-crazed animals clawing and eating at each other's flesh in mindless starvation. But it was heavenly, she had never experienced such thrills and had never believed ecstasy like this could even exist.
They sucked clits, each face buried in a steamy mound of dampened pussyhair, each with arms locked around the hips of the other until both females screamed into orgasm, their climaxes exploding at the same time. Still they held on, their skin turning slick, their hips slithering in tightly embracing arms.
Fran's brain was mesmerized. She felt explosion after explosion going off inside her, each blast rendering her cunt with bliss she hadn't dreamed possible.
Gradually, their passions drained away, and as sanity began to return, Fran was overwhelmed by renewed shame and guilt. Never in her wildest fantasies had she dreamed she'd make love to another woman. But now she had, and in spite of everything, she had enjoyed it.
Lettie untangled herself and stretched her body, her smile victorious. "Ummm," she cooed. "You learn fast, precious. I believe there's hope for you yet. You were marvelous."
"I don't know what to say," Fran murmured. "I'm shocked, confused and surprised at myself. I'm totally mixed up inside. I can't imagine what's come over me."
"You're bursting out of your Victorian shell, that's what's coming over you," Lettie said. "You're coming alive! You did enjoy it, didn't you? Don't he. Tell the truth."
"Yes," Fran said. "I did. I admit it. But I feel so terribly guilty. It's almost like I just committed some awful sin, some horrible crime."
Lettie laughed. "You'll get over it, precious, I promise. I'll help you find freedom to enjoy all your natural urges. I'll teach you how to live to the fullest, show you all the thrills you've been missing. We'll have loads of fun and kicks, believe me. We'll have a ball."
"But I don't want to live just for sex! There are other things in life."
"Like what, for instance?" Lettie challenged, smiling.
"Well... like marriage, home, family... " The words drifted off and Fran felt foolish saying them to a person like Lettie, whose eyes were laughing at her.
"Bullshit, darling. There's nothing in life worth a damn but sex. When are you going to come out of the dark ages?"
"I don't know. But one thing I do know, if I don't get dressed and hurry to the office I'll be out of a job."
Lettie sat up. "All right, I'll get out of your hair so you can get ready. When you knock off work, why don't you come to my boat? We'll have some drinks and chat."
"Your boat? You mean you own one of those fabulous yachts?"
"The Sea Breeze," Lettie said. "She's moored down toward the end of the pier. You can't miss her. I'll be waiting for you."
Lettie swung off the bed, jumped into her clothes, patted Fran's cheek and walked out. "Don't forget, the Sea Breeze," she said over her shoulder. "I have a surprise for you when you get aboard."
Fran sighed and prepared to take her shower.
When she rushed into the office fifteen minutes late, Mr. Copeland frowned his obvious displeasure. He made a production of glancing at the cock and then back at her, and shaking his head. He was a neat, prim man with large black eyes.
"I'm sorry," Fran said. "I'm having a rough time getting myself settled down here at the marina and getting oriented. I won't be late again, I promise. I know it looks bad."
"You must have had a bad night," Mr. Copeland said, his tone a bit sarcastic. "Didn't you sleep well?"
"Oh, yes, I slept beautifully," Fran lied. "I love the room you assigned me. I made out just fine."
He gave her another look. "Oh, sure," he said with even more sarcasm, "I'm certain you did." He shrugged his narrow shoulders.
His attitude frightened Fran. She wondered if he knew how she had spent the night. She flushed. She felt she'd die of embarrassment if he did know about John and Lettie, and the orgies she'd experienced with them. Fran ran a hand through her dark hair nervously. This place and the people were getting her down. If she didn't need the job so badly she'd leave. But that idea was out of the question, she decided very quickly.
"Can you type?" Mr. Copeland said suddenly, staring up at her.
"I took typing in school before I was married. I'm probably a little rusty, but I'll do the best I can."
The man grunted. "Then tell me something. Is there anything you can do well in an office beside sitting around looking attractive?"
Fran flushed. "I didn't claim to be experienced. I told the employment agency I wasn't. Did they lead you to believe otherwise?"
"No, but I didn't think they were sending me an absolute greenhorn. Never mind, though. I do most of the detail work around here anyway."
His attitude nettled Fran, and she couldn't help asking, "If you required an experienced secretary and they told you I wasn't, why on earth did you hire me?"
He shrugged, looked away. "Forget it. You can catch on to the work as we go along. There's nothing complicated about it. I'll teach you what you need to know."
"But I'm honestly curious," Fran pressed. "I can't imagine why you hired me. I don't understand."
"I said forget it," he snapped. "I had my reason. Do you think you could type up the monthly bills for the boat slips? No hurry. You don't have to type fast. You can use the two-finger hunt-and-peck system for all I care."
By noon Fran's jitters began to quiet somewhat, and her sluggish typing even picked up a little speed as she concentrated on the work she was doing. She'd been pretty fast in school, and now the feel of the machine was coming back to her. Her confidence rose. She felt with practice she'd soon be doing very well indeed, even enough to satisfy her evil-tempered boss.
"Well," he said later in the afternoon while looking over her shoulder, "I think there may be hope for you after all."
"Thank you," Fran smiled. "I'm trying."
He put his hands on her shoulders. It startled her but she managed not to show it. "I'm sorry I was so rough on you this morning. I was in a bad mood and I suppose I had to take it out on somebody. You happened to be convenient."
"Oh, that's all right, Mi. Copeland. I understand."
"Let's get on a first name basis," he said kindly. "Mine's Vince. From now on, you call me Vince."
"Okay, Vince. I do hope you can put up with me until I get used to the routine. I need the job badly. I have no other source of income."
"Don't worry, you're doing just fine," he told her, his tone turning sympathetic. "I know how it is. And I'm certain we're going to get along just famously."
"You're making me feel a lot better," she said. "I was worried you were going to fire me before I could even get started."
He chuckled and squeezed her shoulders. "Trouble was, I hadn't taken a close look at you, Fran. You're a very beautiful girl. I feel fortunate having you for my secretary, now that I realize how attractive you really are."
"Thank you, Mr. Copeland-I mean Vince. It's nice of you to say so."
She began to feel uncomfortable. She had worn a loose blouse and she sensed Vince was staring down at her braless boobs, which he undoubtedly could see from his vantage point. She wished he would move away and let her get on with her work. He was making her nervous all over again. She began to doubt his intentions.
Then, as she feared, he ran his hands down inside her blouse and grasped her boobs in his slim fingers. She froze, then gave vent to anger. "Don't do that!" She caught at his wrists and attempted to yank his hands from her tits. He squeezed the resilient flesh hard and refused to let his fingers be pried loose.
"Nice," he chuckled. "Very nice indeed."
"Will you please stop doing this, Mr. Copeland!" she yelled. "I mean it! Stop it!"
"The name's Vince, honey," he laughed. "Didn't you say you needed the job? Well, be friendly, then. I don't like working with a beautiful girl who isn't friendly."
"I didn't know we had to be this friendly," she flared. "Now please remove your hands from my blouse! I thought you were a gentleman!"
He fingered her nipples. "Oh, come on, Fran honey, don't be so touchy. What's the harm in having a little fun here in the office? There's just you and me. We can have lots of good times together."
Fran began to seethe, her temper getting the best of her. "Take your hands off me, Vince! I don't even know you! And I certainly don't enjoy having you paw me like this! I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I didn't take this job to be man-handled. Now turn me loose, damnit! I don't like it!"
"There's a cozy room in the rear," he said, bending over to whisper in her ear while again squeezing her tits. "Let's go in there and have fun. Who knows, you might even get a raise in salary your second day here. Now I'd call that real progress, wouldn't you? How about it?"
"No! I'm not going anywhere with you! And if you don't leave me alone I'm going to-I'm going to-"
"Do what?" he said nastily. "Quit? Walk out? I thought you said you had to have a job."
"I do have to work. I have to earn a living for myself. But not if it means this! I certainly didn't bargain for anything like this! I don't like to be pressured, and I hate being pawed. So please remove your hands. You're hurting my breasts. Please!"
"Do you want to keep the job?"
"I'm not so sure," she said angrily.
"Jobs are scarce, Fran honey. You'd better think twice about quitting. I can make it very easy for you around here. I can see that you make a good salary."
"Providing I give you what you want when you want it, is that your proposition?"
"Something like that. You'll enjoy it. I'm not so bad when you get to know me. You'll see."
"In other words, if I don't go in the back room with you I lose my job, is that right?"
"It's entirely up to you," Vince said, chuckling.
"I-I need time to think it over," Fran said. "I don't like to be rushed into anything."
"All right, beautiful." He turned loose her boobs. "You think it over till tomorrow. I guess I can wait that long. But I hope you're smart enough to see the light. I like your looks. I'd like to keep you around."
He walked back to his desk. Fran felt flustered, confused and horribly irritated. Damn the luck, she fumed silently. It would end up like this. Everybody she'd met since she'd arrived at the marina had thrown sex at her. The place must be overrun with sex nuts.
She tried to get back to her typing, but she found herself so nervous and upset, that her fingers began fumbling once more on the keys. Damn! she thought. Why couldn't they just leave her alone?
She blinked back tears of frustration. Sex had certainly haunted her life lately. She thought about her husband Evan. Basically, it was sex that had destroyed their marriage. He had fallen in with a group of swingers and he hadn't been the same since. It happened when he was promoted to a high managerial position at the industrial firm where he worked. A huge increase in salary had put them into the class of the well-to-do overnight.
The position had thrown him in contact with new friends and associates and an entirely different life-style. Fran had been delighted in the beginning, but she soon began to wonder. She and Evan were invited to parties which turned into sex orgies before the evening was finished. Evan loved the new excitements, insisted that it was the modern way and chastised Fran because she wouldn't turn loose and join in willingly.
"Don't be such a prude, Fran!" he argued relentlessly. "In this day and time fucking is the name of the game. All my friends' wives let their hair down and have a ball. Everybody screws everybody. Except you! You and your stupid inhibitions ruin everything. When are you going to wake up and get yourself liberated? It's not only stimulating, it's good business tactics to be in so tight with the upper class. My boss likes your looks and is chomping at the bit to fuck you. And his wife wants to fuck me. They want to make it a four-way deal. Just think what it could mean to my career!"
"No!" Fran had stubbornly refused. "I wasn't brought up that way and I couldn't change even if I wanted to. I can't stand your boss or his nympho wife, either. And you may as well know-all these sex parties you've been dragging me to-they make me sick. I've been to my last one. I've had it, I'm finished!"
"Then maybe we should get a divorce," Evan had sourly suggested. "I don't intend to be held back by a wife who's still living in the dark ages."
"Yes, perhaps we should at that," Fran had flung back at him, hiding the hurt which tore at her heart. "If you expect me to live like a slut, go ahead and get your divorce. I don't want anymore to do with you. You disgust me."
So Evan had gone to his lawyer and filed suit. There were to be no alimony payments and she hadn't asked for any. She had just wanted out.
But now she was having second thoughts. Maybe she had been wrong and Evan was right. It was surely beginning to look that way. Up until now it looked as though leaving her husband had simply flipped her out of the frying pan into the fire. She had run away from sex only to bump into more of it at every turn. The way things were going, she might just as well have remained married to Evan and endured his new sexual lifestyle, gone to bed with his horny boss or any other of her husband's new sex-crazed friends.
At least she'd still have her marriage to cling to. And the sense of security that went with being the wife of a big business executive.
Fran allowed herself a moment of self-pity as she mooned over her lost marriage, then became suddenly angry at herself and everyone else in general. Maybe she'd get along if she changed into a sex slut herself. She could do it easily if she wished. She had to admit that she enjoyed the feelings of sensuality as much as anyone possibly could. Her only problem was that she'd always thought them wrong.
On the other hand, though, apparently she was the last girl alive who thought this way. And perhaps it was time she made an about face and forced herself to think differently. It was something to consider. Maybe she was a prude. Maybe she was old fashioned, still living by out-dated morals and notions.
Fran punched the typewriter keys angrily. Yes, she suddenly decided, it definitely was time for a change.
When the lovely blonde woman came into the office with a small boy in tow, Fran knew it was Vince Copeland's wife. She recognized her from the photo on his desk, and the boy also. Vince was very nonchalant with the introductions. "Charlotte, this is Fran Richards, my new secretary."
The blonde looked at Fran, made a quick appraisal, smiled and said, "Hi, Fran. So glad to meet you."
"Hi," Fran acknowledged, sensing the woman's displeasure that her husband would be in such close contact with an attractive girl like Fran. But Fran didn't care. She wasn't going to worry anymore. Let Charlotte Copeland be jealous, suspicious. She had a right to be. If she'd seen her husband a few minutes earlier with his hands inside her blouse on her tits, she'd really have something to gripe about.
"Are you coming home for dinner, Vince?" Charlotte asked, her tone hopeful.
"No," the man shook his head. "Have to work late. Lot of catching up to do."
Charlotte shrugged as though she'd expected his reply, turned and led the boy out, muttering an almost inaudible goodbye to Fran as she passed her desk. In that moment Fran hated Vince Copeland with a passion.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lettie's yacht, the Sea Breeze, was as plush and expensive looking as any craft moored along the marine pier. Fran located it without difficulty.
"Hello, there!" Lettie called as Fran stepped aboard. "I see you made it. I wasn't too sure you'd come."
"I said I would, didn't I?"
Lettie lay supine on a deck lounge. She wore white shorts and halter and was nursing a tall drink. She looked marvelously pleased with herself, Fran thought. And she was beautiful. With her dark hair and lovely legs, she was a sight to make anyone catch their breath in admiration.
"Let's go inside," Lettie said. "I'll show you around."
"You said something about a surprise," Fran reminded her. "I've been curious all afternoon."
Lettie chuckled low in her lovely throat. "Yes, and this is going to flabbergast you, I promise."
"I doubt if anything could shock me anymore. I've had the course." Fran followed the other woman into the richly furnished main room of the boat. She was amazed at the decor. It was like the luxurious quarters you'd expect to find in a chic Madison Avenue apartment. Lettie gave her a quick tour of the Sea Breeze, all of which Fran found fabulous. "It's beautiful! It must have cost a fortune."
"It did," Lettie said easily. "Come, I'll fix you a drink."
"Was this the surprise you mentioned?"
"Oh, heavens no. It'll be along any minute."
"Can't you tell me what it is?"
"And spoil all the fun? No, never!"
They took their drinks back into the main room and sat sipping them, Lettie having curled up on the burnished leather couch while Fran sat at the other end. "How do you keep everything so spic and span?" Fran asked.
"I have excellent help."
"Oh? You have a maid on top of all this? You must have money running out of your ears!"
Lettie smiled. "I manage. But no, I'm not wealthy. Far from it. Actually, I have little need for money."
"But how-" Fran asked. "How do you afford all this?"
"People," Lettie said simply. "They supply me with all the necessities of life."
"People? I don't understand. What kind of people?"
Lettie laughed. "People who like me, darling. They enjoy doing for me. This yacht, for instance. It was a gift from a very rich old man who found me utterly charming. He's dead now, poor darling, and I'm afraid it's all my fault. I fucked him to death. But you know that old saying, he died happy. His old heart couldn't endure the thrills I gave it. Shame, too. He was sweet... and very unselfish with his money."
Fran shook her head. "You amaze me, Lettie. I never met anyone quite like you."
"I must be," the other girl said. "Everyone tells me the same thing." She held up her hand, glanced toward the door. "Wait a minute. I think our surprise is coming aboard."
The door opened and Vince Copeland walked in. He halted when he saw Fran. Then a pink flush suffused his face and he looked at Lettie, his expression tortured. Lettie laughed and said, "Fran, meet my maid. He's the one who keeps my boat so spic and span. He's precious, he really is."
Fran felt confused, and somewhat embarrassed. Her boss was the last person in the world she'd expected to see. And he acted like he could die with mortification. "Your... your maid?" Fran muttered. "You must be joking."
Still flushed, the prim man said painfully, "What is she doing here?" He spread his palms helplessly. "What are you doing to me, Lettie?"
Lettie sat up straight suddenly, her voice and demeanor becoming vicious. "Don't you dare question me, you sniveling worm! Fran's my guest. Now shut up and get about your duties. Or do you wish to be punished?"
The man looked terrified. "No... no... I'm sorry. I forgot."
"Come here, you stupid clod!"
Vince Copeland walked obediently to her. He was actually trembling.
"Get down on your knees!" Lettie commanded.
The man winced. "Not in front of her... please!"
"Are you going to do as I say, you bastard? Or shall I get the whip? On your knees!"
Fran could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the man lower himself to his knees before Lettie. Lettie bent toward him, her stare furious. "When are you going to learn to behave yourself in front of company, stupid?"
"Don't be angry, Lettie. I forgot. It won't happen again."
"I ought to run you off my boat and never let you step foot in my presence again. I don't know why I've put up with you this long. You're sickeningly impossible!"
"Don't make me leave, darling," the man croaked. "I couldn't live-please!"
"Shut up and be still!"
"Yes-yes-anything!"
Lettie's eyes gleamed strangely. She put one hand under Vince's chin and held it level with her lap. Her other hand drew back and struck his cheek a vicious slap, a resounding blow which made Fran wince.
Tears sprang from the man's eyes. The side of his face where he'd been slapped showed red streaks from the imprints of Lettie's fingers.
"Now, damn you," Lettie said directly into his twisted countenance, "do you think you can behave as you're told?"
"Yes," the man said brokenly. "I'll do as you say."
"You'd better, if you know what's good for you," Lettie said nastily. She leaned back again, lifted a bare foot, put it against his shoulder and shoved him backwards. He fell in a sitting position with his hands behind him, bracing himself. He looked a little wild and glanced nervously from one female to the other.
"Go fix Fran and me another drink, stupid!" Lettie commanded. "Can't you see our glasses are empty?"
With deepening amazement, Fran watched her boss hurry to gather himself together and obey. He ran out and returned with fresh drinks, his hands trembling as he served them. Lettie refused to take her drink from the tray. "You're serving us dressed like that!" She swept the drink off the tray, its contents spilling mostly on Vince. "Go take off those clothes and put on your uniform. Go do it!" she screamed angrily. "If you're going to serve us, you'll do it properly!"
Vince looked like a whipped dog as he left the room. When he was out of sight, Fran said, "This is the wildest situation I've ever seen. Honestly, Lettie, you and your surprising antics floor me! Do you really have to be so rough on him? And why on earth does he allow you to treat him like a slave?"
"Because he is a slave, precious," Lettie smiled. "He's my slave, my personal slave."
"But how? I mean, why is he? Do you know some dark secret on him you're holding over his head? Are you blackmailing him? There has to be some reason behind it. No man in his right mind is going to let you treat him like a dog."
Lettie giggled, shook her head. "Oh, no? Darling, that's what you think. My, my what an awful lot you don't know. You must be the most naive person in the world, Fran. I can't believe such innocence."
"Yes," Fran said quietly, "I suppose I am kind of dumb when it comes to situations like this. I'm absolutely mystified. I don't understand any of it."
"Then I'll have to teach you," Lettie said. "With Vince it's very simple. That is, if you're smart enough to recognize the signs. He's got a streak of masochism in him a mile wide. He loves to be mistreated by women, dominated by them. It's his secret turn-on, a quirk of his subconscious so powerful he's helpless to fight it. Any smart girl can take a guy like this and make mince-meat of him. She can twist him around her little finger, make him jump through hoops for her.
"You'd be surprised. With Vince, I've cultivated myself a sex slave. He's convinced he can't live without me and I keep him believing it. It's marvelous fun, precious. You should try it sometime with some guy. Actually, I've always thought that every girl should have herself a personal sex slave. It does such wonders for the feminine ego. It's a delicious feeling having a man constantly whining after you, begging you, willing to crawl on his belly for you."
"But-but it seems so shocking in his case. He's a married man with a lovely wife and child!"
"So?" Lettie laughed, shrugged her beautiful shoulders. "That only makes it more interesting, precious. I know he's married and I've met his wife. She's stupid. After years of marriage she still doesn't know the key to her own husband's sexual hangup, and I'm not about to tell her."
"But you're breaking up his home," Fran said. "Don't you have any conscience? It's so wrong!"
Lettie studied her perfectly manicured nails, her lips curled wickedly. "Merely adds to the amusement, far as I'm concerned, darling. Gives it a sweet sense of irony, of victory. I love to break up homes. It's a gorgeous challenge."
"Oh, I can't believe you!" Fran said. "You couldn't be so utterly callous. It isn't even natural!"
"It is with me," Lettie said. "I love turning men into worms. It's my favorite pastime. Do you think they wouldn't do the same to you if they could? Don't make me laugh. Don't you think Vince would make use of you? Don't you think he'd take advantage of you if he had the opportunity? Of course he would! In an instant!"
This made Fran think, and she remembered how her boss had put pressure on her this very day, threatened her with loss of her job if she didn't put out to him. And with the memory a quick flash of anger struck her. "Yes, you're certainly right there, Lettie. I know he would. He's already tried."
"I'd be surprised if he hadn't," Lettie said. "So you see? I'm not doing a thing to him that he wouldn't do to me-or you."
"I suppose you're right," Fran nodded. "I just never thought of it that way."
"Well, it's high time you did, precious. And now's a good time for you to get back at him for pressuring you."
"Oh, I don't think I'd want to do that. I hate to mistreat anybody."
"Suit yourself, precious. Go ahead and be a tenderhearted bunny. Let people walk all over you. You'll end up exactly nowhere. Not me!"
Vince Copeland returned just then with a tray of fresh drinks, and Fran caught her breath at the sight of him. He was naked except for a frilly white apron. His cock was hard and pushed out against the apron, making him look entirely ridiculous. Lettie said with mock humor, "Now you look more like you're supposed to look." Then to Fran, "Isn't he cute, Fran?"
Vince turned red and could not look either of them in the eye. He served the drinks without speaking. Fran noted that even though he must be horribly humiliated, he wasn't too mortified to keep his hard on. It struck her that this was very funny. A laugh escaped her, she couldn't hold it back. "Oh!" she cried and burst into giggles. "This is just too much! I can't believe it!"
Lettie laughed, too. "You haven't seen the half of it yet, darling. Vince is the world's most perfect sex slave. I've trained him well if I do say so myself, haven't I, Vince?"
The man muttered an unintelligible sound, his head lowered.
"Answer me, you creep!" Lettie yelled furiously. "I'm speaking to you!"
"Yes," Vince said. "Yes... "
"Come here. Show Fran how you amuse me while I'm having my drink."
The man went to her. He got down on his knees beside her. He fumbled with the waistband of her shorts. Lettie lifted her weight so he could remove her shorts. She smiled cunningly as he pulled the garment down her legs. Then, settling back to a comfortable position, her ass half on, half off the sofa, she curled her legs around Vince's neck. He buried his face in her cunt and Fran could hear the sound of his licking tongue.
Lettie grasped one hand in his hair. With the other she sipped her drink. "Ummra," she said to Fran. "See what a pet he is, darling? Now this is what I call the epitome of luxury. Vince loves making my existence very, very pleasant."
Fran shook her head in disbelief. "I hardly know what to think or say. I must be dreaming. This can't be happening! It's the wildest thing I've ever seen!"
Lettie rolled her eyes blissfully as the man buried his head deeper. "Ummm, Vince has a marvelous tongue. It finds just the right places. He's learned exactly how I like it. I've spent hours teaching him but it's paying off well. Now he keeps me suspended on cloud nine."
Fran watched in amazement. Then something about the sexy spectacle began to get to her. She felt twinges of sensuality crawl through her. She was not a vengeful type ordinarily, but she couldn't deny it did her good to see Vince Copeland brought to his knees and made to squirm. He'd treated her very badly. He had punishment coming to him and now he was getting it. Lettie was giving him a bad time and he was taking it like a whipped child who was afraid to fight back. Served him right, Fran thought. She thought she'd enjoy punishing him herself. She'd love to make him crawl. She couldn't resist the idea that it'd be a delicious experience.
Lettie noticed Fran's intense interest. "Do you want to enjoy him awhile, darling?" Lettie asked. "I'll loan him to you if you wish."
"Oh, I couldn't!" Fran said, flushing. "I just couldn't!"
"Of course you can. It's your chance to pay him back for what he did to you. Aren't you even the least bit human, precious? Isn't there the smallest bit of spite in you anywhere?"
"Yes, but-"
"No buts about it," Lettie said. "You can do it and you will. I insist. I don't want you to miss your golden opportunity." She untangled her legs from around the man's head. She laughed and said, "Come up for air, Vince. We're neglecting our guest. I want you to suck Fran like you do me. Vince, do you hear me? I said come up!"
The man moaned and didn't act like he wanted to obey. He was obviously enjoying wallowing in Lettie's pussy. Lettie smiled at Fran and shook her head. "He's hopeless when he gets a taste of me. I don't know what I'm going to do with him. He can't seem to control himself once he starts eating me. Sometimes I actually have to fight to pry him loose. He never seems to get enough. He gets like a hungry hound dog."
Lettie pushed at Vince's head. Then she got both palms against his forehead and shoved hard. She couldn't break Vince loose. He kept mumbling his objections, clawing at her hips and ass to retain his hold. "Damn you, Vince, when will you ever learn to behave? If you don't turn loose, I'm going to get the whip. Is that what you want? I'll whip the hide clear off you if you don't do as you're told. Trouble with you is, I've spoiled you, that's what. I'm going to have to be more firm. Now get your face out of my pussy and go eat Fran. Do you hear me, Vince! Stop it!"
Vince still hung on, his actions desperate. The two girls looked at one another. Then they broke into impulsive laughter. It was all too comical, so ridiculous that neither girl could keep a straight face. "What am I going to do with him?" Lettie laughed. "He's gone hog-wild and crazy! He's the world's best pussy-hound! You really should experience him, Fran. He can eat a pussy like there's no tomorrow."
"It would certainly seem so," Fran said.
"I'm afraid I've made an addict of him," Lettie said. "A pussy addict. He'd eat me morning, noon and night if I'd allow it." She giggled again. "And sometimes I allow it. It's a real blast to be eaten until you're too pooped to cum. And Vince has a tongue that never tires. You'd be surprised." Fran felt her own pussy swell and twitch. Desire rose in her to have her hateful boss on his knees before her, eating her cunt. It'd be a delicious triumph. She'd love to degrade him in such a sexual manner. She'd love to have him worshipping her as he was doing Lettie. She decided perhaps Lettie was right after all. And with Vince Copeland she'd be entirely justified. He had made it very plain what he expected of her if she wished to keep her job as his secretary.
Fran made up her mind, suddenly and with a feeling of vindictiveness. "On second thought, I believe I would like to enjoy him awhile, Lettie. That is if you can pry him loose long enough." She laughed excitedly. "But I'm beginning to doubt that you can."
Lettie giggled as her struggles with Vince continued. "Why don't you help, darling? You can see what a problem I have on my hands. He's awful, just awful! He's just gone completely pussy crazy! If you hope to enjoy him any, you'll have to come to my aid."
"What should I do?" Fran asked.
"You could pull on his hair while I push against his head. I'm afraid that's what it's going to take."
CHAPTER SIX
The task became hilarious. Fran straddled Vince from behind and leaned forward. She grabbed two handfuls of his dark hair, twisted it in her fingers for a good tight grip. The man groaned his objections. He now had his arms locked around Lettie's buttocks, holding on for dear life. Lettie placed both her palms against his forehead. "Go when I count to three," she giggled. "This isn't going to be easy. I know how he is."
"I'm ready," Fran said, her tone grimly humorous.
"One... two... three!" Lettie laughed.
Fran braced her legs, leaned back as she pulled on the man's hair. Lettie shoved hard, tossing her head back and straightening her arms in her efforts. Vince whined and growled and mumbled words of dismay as he strained to keep his tongue in Lettie's cunt. Both girls laughed as they struggled with the berserk man.
"Pull!" Lettie squealed. "Pull!"
"I'm liable to yank his hair out by the roots," Fran said.
"Then go ahead and yank it out!" Fran tugged harder. She felt Vince losing ground. She knew he couldn't possibly bear much more of the hair-pulling. It had to be painful. Suddenly the man was torn loose, his mouth separating from Lettie's cunt with a loud pop as the suction broke.
Lettie quickly crossed her legs and locked them so he couldn't get back to her pussy. Fran dragged Vince backward. He was whimpering from pain and dismay. His apron was up and his cock stood out straight and hard. He looked like a man just coming out of a trance.
"You damned pussy hound!" Lettie swore at him, shaking her head and giggling. "You're the worst cunt addict that ever lived! Now get Fran. She's waiting for you to lick her. And if you don't lick her real good, like you do me, I'll never let you eat me again-ever!"
The man turned his head to stare at Fran. She felt excited now; could hardly wait to experience Vince Copeland's pussy-craving hunger sucking and tonguing her cunt. Tingles of sensuality crawled through her eager flesh,, Staring down at the man defiantly, she lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.
Vince's eyes zeroed in on her dark mass of pussy hair. He licked his lips and came for her on hands and knees. Fran felt the vindictive disposition more strongly now, intermingled with excitement at seeing the man crawl. He'd given her a bad time. Now she'd give it right back to him. Her heart pounded with vengeful exultation. She'd enjoy the situation to the fullest while she had the chance. She stripped herself naked.
Vince knelt before her. She felt his hands on her calves, climbing up her legs. His face moved towards her pussy. An evil smile curled Fran's lips as she stared down at the man's desperate countenance. She placed her palms on his forehead just as his mouth reached her cunt and his tongue licked once, deeply.
Then cruelly, she pressed his head back after he'd gotten the first taste. Vince went instantly berserk. His hands grasped her ass cheeks. He tried to pull her to him.
Fran pushed back. Vince's face turned hot and red. His eyes bugged wide in desire. "Please!" he croaked. "Please!" Fran laughed directly down al him. She sensed that the one taste of her pussy he'd gotten would drive him wild for more. It had put him in a fit of agony, and the realization thrilled her. His craven expression spoke for itself, His appetite for her pussy was maddening him. Hi; eyes were stark, his face twisted in misery. Fran laughed again, her tone edged with cruelty.
From the sofa, Lettie laughed and said, "Oh, this is marvelous! Use him to put on a show for me, Fran. I love watching. Make him beg good and hard. He will. I love hearing a man cry for pussy. It's a special thrill. Nothing quite like it."
Fran's excitement reached new heights. Her eyes glowed, her heart raced. Still holding him away, she hunched her mass of pussy hair against his face in quick little movements, tempting him, teasing him. His tongue darted out, desperately swiping at her cunt, catching small tastes which served to drive him mad for more.
Lettie was leaning forward now to watch, her interest piqued. "Now you're getting with it," she encouraged Fran. "You're beginning to see the light."
Fran's nerves sang in her flesh. Hot sensations rippled through her, turning her on more and more. She was amazed and delighted with herself. Oh, this was delicious! Making Vince suffer to eat her pussy was the wildest kick ever! And the realization that he was helpless before her gave her the sweetest feeling of power she'd ever known. It was divine.
Vince made animal noises in his throat, sounds of craven desire to continue licking her pussy. It thrilled Fran more and more. She gave him little licks and tempted him and refused to let him have all he wanted. Vince begged, growled, pleaded. Both girls laughed while Fran struggled against his grappling hands and seeking mouth. His eyes were bulged large and bright with lust. His tongue kept swiping, finding mere tidbits which only wet his appetite to further hunger.
"Please!" he cried out. "Oh, Fran, please!"
"Beg me!" Fran demanded. "You've got to beg harder."
Vince begged louder. "Let me eat you! Let me eat you! Don't be cruel, Fran. Don't be like Lettie. Please! Oh, I've just got to eat you!"
"Well, I like that!" Lettie said, feigning anger. "He intimated that I was cruel! Just for that I'm going to get my whip and teach him some manners."
While the struggle went on between Fran and the pussy-crazed man, Lettie hurried out and returned with a short, evil looking, leather whip. She stood behind the kneeling man, drew back the whip and gave him a stinging blow across his bare ass.
Vince jerked, yelped with pained surprise, but didn't stop grappling for Fran's pussy. If anything he became more desperate to get his tongue in Fran. Fran was amazed at the effect the whip had on him. She would have thought it'd cool him down. Instead, it turned him on even more.
Lettie sent him another whack. He yelped again and clung to Fran, his fingers biting into the tender flesh of her buttocks. Fran couldn't believe this. It was just too wild, too incredible. She'd always heard that with some people pain and sex went together. It must be true. Vince was proving a clear demonstration of that fact. Pain turned him on.
"Call me cruel, will you?" Lettie said. "I'll teach you what being mean really is! How dare you! You miserable worm. You're going to wish you never made such an outrageous statement. Me cruel? How could anyone possibly think that?"
Vince got his arms around Fran's knees, making her legs bend. She was forced to the floor, had to snatch her hands from Vince's head to brace herself. Vince grasped the opportunity. He crammed his head between her thighs, his mouth rammed against her pussy, his tongue pushing in deep. At the same time he wrapped his arms around her buttocks in a vise-like grip. She knew she couldn't escape him now.
Lettie hovered over him, wielding the whip in solid, flesh-stinging lashes against his squirming ass. Vince yelled with each blow, his voice muffled in Fran's cunt. It gave Fran thrills she never dreamed existed.
Vince's tongue whipped her clit while Lettie whipped his ass. Fran grasped her hands in Vince's hair and pulled his face tighter to her swollen cunt, between her wet and sensitive pussy lips. She began bucking her hips, her ass bouncing on the floor. She felt overwhelmed with this new exciting experience. "Get it, Vince!" she cried. "Eat me good! Get it, get it, get it!"
Vince sucked and tongued and licked and gorged himself on Fran's pussy. Her heels kicked into the small of his back as she gloried in the insanity of his hunger for her cunt. Lettie kept whipping his bare ass with the leather thong. Vince became a gluttonous animal of lust. He made sloppy whining sounds of pain and ecstasy. His yelps and groans reverberated inside Fran's cunt, adding to her thrills.
Using her heels on his back for leverage, she lifted her ass high. Vince's tongue swiped a long wet path between her elevated buttocks. She trembled on the edge of orgasm as he licked and tongued her anus. She felt like shrieking her joy. "I'm cumming!" she cried out. "I can't stand it, I'm cumming!"
Vince drove his face back in her cunt, going wild licking and sucking. Fran started shaking. Her orgasm exploded from every nerve cell of her flesh, sending her into ecstatic oblivion. She shrieked and kicked blindly, her heels pounding Vince's back.
The glorious climax left her faint. Vince still licked; sucking her juices. She loved it all. Lettie laughed and fell back on the couch, curling up the whip and laying it on her lap. "Well, precious," she said to Fran, "Did you have fun? Did you enjoy your blast?"
Fran's throat felt dry as she answered. "It was heaven."
"Vince is pretty good at it, isn't he?"
"Marvelous. Simply marvelous," Fran said, swallowing.
"If you can spare him, I'd like to use him a bit more myself. Watching you made me horny."
"Yes, I suppose I made a spectacle of myself," Fran said. "I've never been so turned on in my life. Sometimes I wonder if, deep down, I'm nothing but a slut at heart."
"Aren't we all?" Lettie chuckled. "I know I am."
"Gosh, he's sucking the life clear out of me. But it feels so lovely. I feel like I could let him go on doing it forever."
"He would if you'd let him," Lettie said. "I know. Once in awhile when I feel extra bitchy I use him all night long. It's very pleasant falling into a half-sleep with Vince's tongue in your cunt, keeping you deliciously stimulated. You should try it sometime."
"I'd like to," Fran said. "I can imagine how nice it would be."
Lettie crossed her lovely legs. "I do believe you're getting rid of your antiquated inhibitions. I haven't seen you blush in the last thirty minutes. Good! Maybe there's hope for you yet."
"It's difficult not to get sexy when you're around," Fran smiled and said. "You and sex seem to go together."
"Well, I don't see you complaining any longer, darling. Evidently you're beginning to enjoy my company."
"I do. I have to admit it. I'm learning things about myself I was never aware of before. And I like what I'm learning."
"Good. You're starting to see the light."
Fran was lying limp while Vince still sucked her cunt. Her legs lay relaxed over his shoulders. His tongue remained deep inside her, giving her a feeling of sensual luxury. She stretched her arms happily. "Oh, this is glorious, Lettie. It really is."
"You look glorious, too," Lettie said. "So warm and soft and voluptuous." Casually, she removed her halter.
"That's exactly how I feel." Fran smiled. She brought her hands to her tits, stroked her own flesh contentedly. She squeezed the resilient mounds and pinched the nipples between her fingers. It felt delicious with Vince licking her clit. She commenced gathering new excitement. Her sudden lust for sensuality, she decided, must have been a sleeping monster who was just awakening inside her. The joy of it all proved staggering to the senses.
Lettie watched intently. "You look too tasty to pass up. I've got to have some of you myself." Lettie left the couch. She dropped to her hands and knees beside Fran. She kissed Fran's arms and shoulders and neck. Fran sighed happily. She removed her hands from her tits. Lettie quickly covered one swollen tit with her mouth, sucking the pink nipple, then transferred her warm moist lips to the other tit.
"Oh," Fran said with a small gasp, "I'm getting hot all over again."
Lettie kissed up and down Fran's silken-skinned belly. Her tongue tip darting all over Fran's body, along the legs which lay over Vince's back and shoulders. Vince licked happily along, issuing moans deep in his throat.
Feelings of bliss suffused Fran. Her mouth hung open wantonly. Her tongue circled her parted lips sensually. Within minutes she was writhing and squirming once more in heightened lust.
Then Lettie stopped. "Wait a minute," she said, getting to her feet. "I'll show you how to get the most out of Vince." She disappeared from the room and returned almost immediately, a nylon stocking in her hand. She straddled Vince's back, sitting on him. She leaned forward and tied the stocking around one of the man's wrists. Then she jerked his arm up behind him. With the other end of the stocking she did the same thing with his other wrist. Then she fastened his wrists together.
"Now!" she giggled, satisfied with her accomplishment. "Now we can handle him. Help me turn him over on his back, Fran. I'll show you a trick that's just full of kicks."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vince kicked his heels on the floor. The two girls laughed, bent toward each other and kissed, their lips warm and clinging.
"How do you like this?" Lettie whispered against Fran's parted mouth."
"Marvelous," Fran said. "Nothing could be sweeter."
Lettie sat on Vince's groin with his cock shoved in her. She sighed and squirmed constantly, her eyes shining unholy lights. Fran sat on Vince's face, his tongue reaching far up inside her pussy, making her squirm also.
"How do you think of such gorgeous things to do?" Fran asked as the girls kissed again, their tongues touching.
"It's easy when you have an erotic mind like I do," Lettie answered with a small laugh. "It just comes natural."
"The more I see of your life-style the better I like it."
"I believe in total enjoyment," Lettie purred against Fran's moist lips. "There's lots more I can teach you yet." She clasped Fran's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Her slim fingers stroked Fran's cheeks. Her tongue made luscious love to Fran's tongue. Fran's hands found Lettie's tits and fondled them, felt the nipples spring hard beneath her fingertips. Then Lettie stroked Fran's tits, rubbing the nipples to firmness. Their kiss grew warmer. Their mouths meshed wide open, their tongues making love first in Lettie's mouth and then in Fran's. The sensation was sugary sweet and made Fran's brain reel.
They broke the kiss and sat back, each girl looking adoringly at the other. Vince twitched, moaned and trembled beneath them, his cock straining upward into Lettie, his tongue stretched upward into Fran.
"How do you like making a throne of a man's face?" Lettie tittered.
"I love it," Fran giggled. "I adore it."
"We can do anything we want to with him," Lettie grinned. "He can't resist. He's entirely helpless."
"The way he's been acting, I hardly think he'd want to resist," Fran said. "I think he likes it."
"He does and he doesn't. He has a mixed-up nature that's in conflict with itself. He hates to be tortured but something in him craves mistreatment regardless. He can't help himself."
"How do you know so much about sex?" Fran asked. "You know everything."
Lettie laughed. "Experience, darling. And study. I've made a life-long study of the subject. It's fascinated me since I was a child. Like I said, I was born with an erotic mind. I have a talent for it."
"I can certainly believe that," Fran nodded.
"The whole trick is to be smart enough to discover the weaknesses in others and play on them. It's a marvelous game. Show me a sexual hangup and I'll show you how to make mincemeat of anybody. With Vince it's a strong taste for pussy. So I feed the flames. I make him wild for it. I bring him to his knees, begging like a dog. Then I amuse myself with him. He can't break away. It's all such great fun. You'd be surprised."
"Do you have other guys beside Vince at your feet?"
"Of course," Lettie giggled. "And not just men, either. I have a female or two on the string. I like variety, you see. I love to get my hands on a real-gone lesbian. Talk about having a blast! Wow!"
"I can imagine," Fran said. "It sounds intriguing."
"You mean you've never been made love to by a true, one-hundred-percent lesbian?"
"No. I've wondered about it though. I bet it's quite exciting."
Lettie rolled her eyes. "You can say that again. Would you like to meet one? I can arrange it."
Fran squirmed as Vince's tongue swirled inside her cunt. "From what I've seen of your fun and games so far, I wouldn't run away. I'm ready for anything you recommend."
"Well, I definitely recommend the experience, darling. If you handle a true lesbian just right, you can make her turn somersaults for you."
"Will you teach me?"
"Yes," Lettie smiled. "All in good time."
"I can hardly wait," Fran said. "The idea alone excites me. What do you mean by finesse?"
"It's what you do and say to turn them on, make them mad with desire for you. It takes real expertise."
Vince's mouth became a suction pump on Fran's clit. Fran trembled in ecstasy. "Oooo," she whimpered breathlessly, "I'm afraid Vince is making me cum."
"Me too," Lettie laughed and shuddered. "Come here, we'll make it together."
The two girls fell forward in each other's arms, their mouths met and fused, each gasping. Their tongues worked together, making furious wet love. They each writhed and bounced on Vince. He flopped helplessly and made crazy muffled noises.
When Fran came she thought her heart would explode from her bosom. Lettie, she knew, had cum also. As soon as Fran caught her breath, she said, "Whew, that was earthshaking."
"Me, too," Lettie giggled, her eyes shining bright. She got off Vince and flung herself on the couch. Vince's cock flopped around hard and swollen. He hadn't cum. He bucked his hips as though still reaching for the cunt that had deserted his cock. Fran laughed. It was such a ridiculous sight.
She leaned forward. She grasped the slick flopping cock, began stroking it. "Maybe I can finish him off this way."
"No, don't make him cum, precious," Lettie said quickly. "Don't let him lose any steam. He can be lots more fun yet."
"But he's right on the verge. He's suffering."
"So what?" Lettie said. "That's the way I like him."
"I don't understand... "
"Oh, Fran! Don't you have any imagination? The evening is young and we've lots of time to let Vince amuse us."
"But how can he do anymore than he's done?"
"Well, we'll just mess around with him and play. Come sit on the couch with me."
Fran did as Lettie suggested. Vince made a horrible groan when Fran got off his face. Lettie giggled at his misery. Vince scrambled to his knees awkwardly with his hands tied behind him. He looked at both girls through smoky eyes. He moved toward them, his knees bumping along on the floor.
"What do you want now, Vince?" Lettie taunted. "You still hungry for pussy?"
"Yes!" Vince yelped emotionally. "Oh yes!"
"Do you want to eat me?"
"Yes! Oh, please! Yes!"
"How about Fran? Didn't you enjoy eating her? Don't you want to eat her some more?"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
Lettie looked at Fran. "Do you think we ought to let him, precious? I suppose we could alternate letting him lick us."
Fran realized Lettie was tormenting Vince. She decided to get into the spirit of the game. "Oh, I don't know. He doesn't seem overly anxious to me. I doubt if he really wants to."
"I do!" Vince cried. "I do!" He bent forward and plastered wet kisses on the girls' knees, one after the other.
"Well, what do you think?" Lettie smiled at Fran.
"Oh, why not?" Fran smiled back. "What have we got to lose?"
"Please!" Vince croaked. "Please!"
Lettie leaned toward him, stroked his face teasingly, drifted her slim fingers over his parted wet lips. "If I let you, will you do a good job?"
"Yes! Oh please, Lettie! I'm dying to eat you!"
"You do me awhile, then you do Fran just as good, you understand? If you fail to keep us happy we'll make you stop."
Lettie fell back laughing. She opened her legs and Vince dove for her pussy. She scooted her ass to the edge of the couch so he could get to her cunt better. She giggled and bucked. "I'm fucking your face, Vince precious," she taunted. "You know what I'm doing, don't you? I'm fucking your face. How would you like for your wife to see this!"
The man couldn't answer with his mouth crammed between her pussylips. Fran watched excitedly. Lettie pulled and yanked cruelly on Vince's hair, using both hands. The man squealed and moaned and the more he did the better Lettie seemed to like it. Her eyes laughed at Fran and rolled around ecstatically and she bucked and hunched wantonly while the hapless man consumed her pussy.
"Wheel" Lettie sang out. "Get it, Vince! Get it - get it - get it!"
Fran watched Lettie have her fun with Vince. She was enthralled. Vince moaned and ground his face in Lettie's cunt. Lettie gasped and giggled and laughed as she made callous use of the man. The sight did things to Fran. It made her pussy swell and twitch. She wished Lettie would hurry up, let her have Vince awhile. She wanted to use him just like Lettie was doing. It looked like such great fun.
Lettie apparently read Fran's mind. She stopped bucking and held Vince's face from her cunt. "It's Fran's time. We don't want to forget our guest, do we? That wouldn't be polite. Do Fran awhile, Vince. Show her what an eager pussy-hound you really are. Afterwards, you can do me some more. If you keep us happy we'll feed you more pussy than you ever had in your life. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Vince nodded dumbly, his eyes wild, his tongue licking his lips and swiping at imaginary pussy. Lettie laughed and grabbed at his tongue and squeezed it in her hand. "Oooo, your tongue feels like a hot prick. No wonder you can tear a girl up eating her. But get Fran. She's itching for tongue too."
She shoved Vince from her. He turned his hot burning eyes on Fran. The heat of his glance on her legs and body excited her. She felt totally with it now. She smiled and parted her legs and hunched her ass at him. She beckoned him with her index finger. "Get me, Vince. Come get me quick. My pussy is aching for a tongue. Let's see what you can do about it."
Vince twisted on his knees and fell face forward between her legs, his tongue driving inside her cunt. Fran squealed with delight. She grasped her hands in his hair as Lettie had done. She moved her ass to the edge of the couch. She held his head and ground her pussy in his face, feeling his face spread her pussylips. She yanked and pulled on his hair as Lettie had done. "Get it, Vince! Go after it hard! I'm hot as a firecracker! Eat me up!"
Vince babbled his suffering as he sucked and licked and drove his educated tongue deeply inside her pulsating cunt. Fran loved it. With wanton callousness she used the suffering man for her own selfish satisfaction and giddy pleasure. She realized she'd never had so much fun in her life. Being cruel had its own special delights.
"Now don't keep him forever, Fran precious," Lettie said. "I'll want him back. We'll just have to share him between us. He's enough for both." She laughed.
"In a minute," Fran gasped as her nerves sang with glory. "Let me have him just a little longer."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The two girls amused themselves with Vince until dusk. The more they mistreated him, Fran realized, the more excited he became.
"I'm hungry," Lettie said. "Let's fix some sandwiches."
They went into the galley, ignoring Vince's whiny objections. He bumped along behind them on his knees. They shoved him away, scolding him as he tried to keep kissing their legs, buttocks and pussies.
They made the sandwiches from a bowl of chicken salad Lettie had in the refrigerator. They freshened their drinks and ate. Vince crawled under the table. He attempted to get his head between their legs. They laughed and refused to let him. Lettie shoved him and said, "All you get to eat is pussy. And you're going to have to wait for that."
Vince turned from Lettie to Fran. She felt his tongue licking her legs. She had to giggle while nibbling on her sandwich. She parted her knees. Vince ground them farther apart, worked his face to her cunt. She felt his tongue go inside her cunt and lap furiously at her clit. "Oooo," she said. "Oooo."
"Don't feed him!" Lettie said. "Keep him starved. He'll be so much fun later."
"But it feels so good!" Fran laughed.
"Yes, but you're only spoiling him."
"Oh, all right," Fran pouted. She pushed the man away, clamping her legs shut. He plastered her knees and thighs with hot damp kisses. It felt pleasant on her flesh. Her nerves tingled divinely. "What are we going to do with him later?" she asked Lettie.
"Take him to bed with us, naturally."
"To bed?"
"Of course-what else? There's a large bed in the master stateroom. We'll have a ball all night long, okay?"
Fran nodded. "I've gone this far. I may as well go all the way."
"Now you're talking like a real hip chick," Lettie said.
"I'm learning fast being around you."
"Having fun so far?"
"It's crazy, but I love it!" Fran enthused.
"John Hastings will probably show up before the night's over. He usually does."
Fran blinked. "Does he know about Vince? I mean-"
"Oh, sure." Lettie shrugged and sipped her drink. "Not much goes on around here that John doesn't know about."
"I'm beginning to believe this entire Marina is a sexy nut-house!"
Lettie smiled. "It is, just about."
"I've never had so much happen so fast in my life,"
"And a lot will happen yet if you let it," Lettie promised. "If you don't allow your silly inhibitions to return and spoil your pleasure."
"I don't intend to," Fran said as Vince nibbled along the calf of her leg. "I like what's happening and I want to enjoy it all every inch of the way."
"Now you're thinking like a true sex kitten." Lettie reached over the table and took her hand, squeezed it, then stroked her arm. "Let's go to bed. I'm as hungry for you as Vince is."
"All right. I feel the same way."
Vince clomped clumsily behind them as they walked, arms about each other's naked waists, into the master stateroom. It was a fabulous room with a huge bed, totally feminine in appearance. Fran was amazed. It was difficult to imagine such a luxurious bedroom on a boat. "It's beautiful," Fran breathed. "It even looks sensual."
Lettie took Fran in her arms, pulling their naked bodies closely together. She kissed Fran's lips tenderly, then hungrily. "The more I see of you the more desirable you become," she whispered.
Fran put her arms around Lettie. The two girls embraced tightly. Their lips met again. Their mouths opened and blended in a deep, soul-stirring kiss. Fran felt the effect warm her. Their tongues made soft, sweet, sugary love.
Vince bumped around them on his knees. He peppered their asses with hungry kisses, ran his mouth up and down their legs. Fran's flesh pulsated. The strange feelings of sensuality grew inside her. The knowledge of the man on his knees, tortured for the taste of pussy and willing to degrade himself beyond belief for it, added spice to the glowing sensation.
Still holding onto each other, the two girls sat on the bed. They lay back softly, their feet remaining on the floor. Vince grasped the opportunity that was obviously being offered to him. He dove between their legs and licked their pussies one after the other while the girls kissed and hugged and fondled each other's breasts.
Vince feasted happily and hungrily. Fran felt his tongue lapping her pussylips, then making long swipes all the way from back to front of the fleshy crease between her asscheeks, making her tingle deliciously each time his tongue touched her sensitive ass. He did the same to Lettie, then returned his educated tongue to Fran. He alternated rapidly between them, obviously hoping to keep them both sufficiently stimulated until he could eat all the pussy he wanted.
Lettie broke the kiss. She climbed into the middle of the bed. Fran did too, hearing a howl from Vince as he was shoved from her pussy. Then Vince slithered and struggled his way on the bed between them. The girls laughed at his clumsy efforts. Vince was visibly starved to eat more pussy. His eyes burned with desire, his hot gaze concentrating on their bushy mounds. The sight of his stark suffering thrilled Fran. It was a perverse sensation, she realized. She felt gloriously wicked, sinfully cruel.
They played games tormenting the depraved man. They each pretended to struggle for his tongue in their cunt. Just when Fran pulled his head between her legs and shoved her pussy in his face, Lettie would fuss and hold him inches away, frustrating his eagerness to eat Fran's cunt. "Oh, no you don't, Vince. You like her better than me. Come get me!"
Poor Vince would whine piteously with his slavering mouth almost-but not quite-at Fran's inviting cunt; Lettie's fingers entwined in his hair and holding him at bay. Fran bucked her pussy against his nose while he couldn't get to it, and the crazy pleading noises he issued were music to her ears. Then Lettie would pull his face to her own cunt and cry, "Eat me!"
But before he could press his mouth to Lettie's pussy Fran would grip her fingers in his hair and hold him away just as Lettie had done. "No, Vince, I want you to eat me, not Lettie! She has you all the time. It's not fair. I want you for myself."
The man struggled helplessly, jerking and trying to bump his body closer, straining to get his tongue in Lettie's hot pussy, so near and yet a mere inch from attainment. He yelled wildly in frustration. The two girls giggled, enjoying playing with Vince and driving him insane with hunger for their pussies.
Vince's tongue stretched incredibly far out of his mouth seeking Lettie's pussy. It strained and quivered in the attempt to probe in Lettie's inviting cunt. Devilishly, Fran held the berserk man's head with one hand and ran the other hand between his slick hot tongue and Lettie's pussy. She grasped his tongue and loved the way it washed her soft palm. She fondled his tongue, played with it, loved the feel of it sliding wetly between her fingers trying to find Lettie's pussy.
His hot breath and groans against her teasing palm and fingers delighted her. Fran tingled excitedly, knowing how she was torturing the man and making him howl in misery. Her sense of sweet cruelty climbed joyously, her nerves sang erotically in her glowing flesh. It was such great fun!
After a few minutes, Lettie stretched her arms toward Fran. "Come, darling, let's make love."
Fran climbed right over Vince and lay on top of Lettie, leaving him to kiss their asses and pussies with his hot lips and slick darting tongue. Lettie opened her mouth and Fran covered it with her own. Each girl purred delicious sighs of happiness as they kissed one another deeply and warmly.
Their tongues intertwined and played back and forth in Lettie's mouth and then in Fran's. Their tongues slithered together, stroked and caressed each other, and Fran found the experience brain-reeling. Vince was left to make out as best he could. He plastered their asses and pussies with hot loud kisses in his eagerness. He kept moaning in hungry delirium.
Lettie spread her legs wide and Fran moved her hips between them. Then Fran swung one leg over Lettie's so that their pussies pressed together. The two girls ground their clits against each other and gasped in pleasure. Vince followed the movements of their asses with his hot mouth, licking and biting and nibbling. He wedged his face in the crack of Fran's ass-cheeks. His tongue licked her anus. Fran felt overcome with rising excitement. Much more of this and she knew she would cum.
But before she reached climax, Lettie broke it up. She pushed Fran off her and changed positions, hissing passionately, "Let's do it this way!"
Lettie pushed Fran on her back. She sat on Fran's face and then moved forward until her mouth was at Fran's cunt. Her tongue licked Fran's pussylips and Fran licked Lettie's. Then each girl entwined her arms about the other's hips, rolling on their sides as they hugged their pussies to their mouths. Fran felt Lettie's tongue whip her clitoris, lick it, suck it. She thought she'd swoon from the excitement. She did the same for Lettie. Vince was left with nothing to ravish but their backs and legs. Fran felt his hot mouth running all over her aroused flesh.
Both girls began to whimper and tremble as their climaxes drew near. They hunched against each other's mouth and tongue. They sucked one another's clits. The hunching went faster and faster, and then with breath-catching fervor they both orgasmed at the same time, moaning sounds of pure female lust.
They fell apart and lay on their backs, each breathing hard. Vince hovered over them, licking their bellies and breasts and pussies, attending first one girl and then the other. Fran sighed deeply as the man licked the last of her cum away. She stretched her arms and flexed her fingers in a voluptuous gesture of sensuality.
Finally they heard noises outside the master stateroom.
"Hey, Lettie-okay to barge in?"
Fran recognized John Hasting's voice.
"Yes, come on in," Lettie called back. "You're just in time to join the party!"
The door opened and John walked in, grinning at the threesome on the huge bed. He carried a drink in his hand and all he had on was a pair of shorts. "I bummed a bourbon from your bar, Lettie baby. Hope you don't mind."
"I won't if you'll fix Fran and me a drink. As you can see, my slave Vince is currently indisposed."
John laughed at Vince and Vince flushed red with shame. "Vince, old boy," John said, "it looks like these two chicks are giving you a bad time of it. How come they've got your hands tied behind you?"
"None of your damn business!" Vince snapped angrily, then dropped his eyes in guilt. John laughed again and shook his head.
"Never mind, I can imagine. I bet they've made you eat more pussy than the law allows, right?"
"Are you going to fetch us a drink or not?" Lettie asked testily. "Fran and I are famished for something wet."
John set his drink down, turned to go. "What's the matter, sugar? Vince suck both you luscious creatures dry?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Lettie smiled.
John left the room and returned minutes later with fresh drinks. As he handed one to Fran, he winked and ran his eyes over her naked form appreciatively. "I get the idea Lettie has been teaching you some of her sexy tricks. She's very good at it. She's the world champion thinking up ways to get new kicks. She's contagious, so you better watch out. She'll have you just as sex crazy as she is."
"Maybe she already has me that way," Fran smiled and sipped her drink. "And maybe I'm enjoying myself immensely."
"You sure look like you are," John grinned. "I can see there's a big change come over you. That innocent school girl look has disappeared. Now you look as wanton and bitchy as Lettie does."
"Thank you," Fran said. "I consider that a compliment. I want to be just like Lettie.
John chuckled. "Lettie has cast her sex spell on you, that's for sure. You'll never be the same again."
"You'd better believe it," Fran said. "I've seen the light."
"Well," Lettie said, a touch of impatience in her tone, "are we going to talk all night or are we going to party?"
"From the look of things I'd say you've already had an orgy. And I've merely stumbled in on the ending."
"I can still take care of you, lover boy," Lettie said. "You know me better than that."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Anyway you want to take it," Lettie said.
"Wouldn't it be better if we split up? I mean, why don't you and I find another bed and do some real honest-to-goodness fucking, leave Fran and Vince here to have fun on their own? I'm not in the mood for crowds. I just want to fuck."
"Suits me," Lettie said. "How about it, Fran? You mind? I want to fuck that big ape till his eyes pop out."
Fran said hesitantly, "What will I do about Vince? Untie him?"
"Do whatever you wish with him. He's yours for the rest of the night. Use your imagination. Think up games. Just have fun, okay?"
Fran looked at Vince, sitting between her and Lettie, sulking in his embarrassment at John's intrusion. He looked miserable and uncomfortable with his hands bound behind him. Somehow, his misery excited Fran. She felt a renewed eagerness to add to it. A wicked smile curled her lips. "Yes, you two go have a ball. Vince and I will stay here and play games. I'm certain we won't be bored." She patted Vince's cheek and rubbed her fingertips across his lips. "We'll have all kinds of fun won't we, Vince darling?"
Vince's eyes turned smoky as her fingers caressed his mouth. He nodded dumbly. He was too overcome to speak.
CHAPTER NINE
Left alone on the big bed with Vince, Fran had to admit that the giddy sensations she experienced had really turned her on. Never in her young life had she dreamed she could find sensual excitement teasing and tormenting another human being to the point of madness. But with Vince she felt justified, and she looked forward to the erotic event with utmost pleasure. She would use him to satisfy every cruel and vindictive whim stirring in her naked body. She would have herself a sexual feast. He was helpless and a slave to female flesh, his passion for it degrading him to the level of a craven animal of lust.
Yes, she enthused, stretching her arms, legs and body deliciously and smiling at Vince. He was hers! And she was going to enjoy him to her heart's content. Her sense of power became enormous. She laughed.
Vince looked hopefully at her. "Now that Lettie's gone you can untie my hands. I don't know why she wanted to treat me like this anyway. It doesn't even make sense. She gets such crazy ideas sometimes. I don't know what comes over her. But now we can be sensible again."
Vince was sitting up. He twisted sideways so that she could unbind his wrists. Fran studied him as he waited for her to go to work on his bonds. If he thought he was going to get loose that easily he had another thought coming. But she pretended otherwise. She pretended to be in doubt. There ought to be some fun in worrying him.
"I don't know if I should, Vince. Lettie might not like it if I freed you. She might get mad."
"She'll never know! Who's going to tell her?"
"She could come back in here and see for herself."
"Oh, she won't do that. She's going to be too busy balling with John. She's already forgotten us. Listen, I know how she is. Once he gets his big cock in her she'll forget everything and everybody. Don't worry. Just untie me and you and I will ball. I'll show you the time of your life."
Vince's long cock was still standing up straight and hard below the silly looking apron. Concentrating on it, Fran smiled whimsically. "I wish I could, but really, I'm afraid Lettie will drop in on us. I wouldn't have her sore at me for anything. Still, I find the idea of fucking you awfully tempting. You have a marvelous looking prick." She was amazed at her new uninhibited freedom of expression. Until now she would have been ashamed to speak so blatantly about fucking. She found it suddenly fascinating as well as stimulating. "I bet that prick of yours can make a girl see stars!"
"It can! Turn me loose. I'll prove it!"
She dropped her hand on his cock and began fondling it. She felt it quiver in her fingers. "If you can fuck like you eat pussy, Vince, you'd have to be a whiz-bang lover."
"There's one way to find out!"
Fran smiled, enjoying the feel of his prick pulsating in her light grip. "Lettie gave me the impression that all you wanted to do was eat pussy," she said casually. "Are you sure you want to fuck?"
"Of course I want to fuck! Why shouldn't I? You're a gorgeous, wonderful female. As beautiful as I've ever seen. Naturally I want to fuck you. I'm aching all over to fuck you."
She played with the foreskin of his cock, pulling it back over the swollen purplish knob. "Which do you like best, Vince? Eating pussy or fucking? I'm just curious."
"Fuck of course!"
"But Lettie... "
"I've been fooling Lettie," Vince said quickly. "She likes to believe she can enslave anybody she chooses. So I act the part to keep her happy. That's the way I keep in her good graces."
"But you do love eating pussy, too, don't you?" she pressed. "Almost as much as fucking?"
"Hell yes! But I like fucking better! Turn me loose, Fran! We'll fuck up a storm!"
"Whose pussy did you like eating best? Mine or Lettie's?"
"Yours, Fran. Yours! I swear I did."
Still toying with his throbbing cock, Fran turned on her side, propped her head on an elbow and watched her fingers working the foreskin back and forth. Vince breathed a little gasp each time she did it. She found it amusing.
"I don't believe you," she said poutily. "I bet you liked eating her pussy better than mine."
"No... no, darling. I swear I like you best."
"You're just saying that to please me. I'm not convinced," she shook her head. "You're just trying to trick me into untying your hands. You don't fool me."
"Fran! What do I have to do to make you believe me? We're wasting so much time! We could be having ourselves a ball! I'm dying to fuck you."
"I ought not to even consider it," Fran told him. "Not after the way you treated me in the office this morning. You certainly weren't very nice to me."
"I'm sorry about that, darling. But I found you so desirable I couldn't help trying to take advantage. It won't happen again. Anyhow, we know each other so much better now. We'll get along famously, I promise. I'll even give you a raise in salary."
"Yes, and I'll probably have to let you fuck me during coffee breaks, too, right?"
"Not unless you want to. But it's an interesting idea. We could mix a lot of play with a little work. There'd be no one to bother us in that back room."
"Sounds like fun," Fran nodded and stroked Vince's cock teasingly. He made a deeper gasp. She saw the rising passion in his eyes, "Oh, that feels good," he said. "It feels so marvelous. If you'd only stop worrying about Lettie and turn my hands loose... "
"I'm tempted, I really am. I'd love having this long beautiful cock jammed far up inside me. It'd have to be heavenly."
"Damnit, untie my hands! Don't be a fool! Lettie will never know! Now, do as I say! Untie me!" His tone bore anger.
She feigned anger to match his. "Who do you think you're ordering around, Vince? You're in no position to make demands. I don't appreciate your attitude."
"I didn't mean-" Vince looked frightened at her changed attitude. "Listen, darling, I'm sorry. I apologize for the way I spoke. I wouldn't make you mad for anything."
"You know what I ought to do with you, Vince? I ought to do as Lettie told me, I ought to get back at you for the awful way you treated me in the office, I really should. I should grasp the opportunity now that I have the chance. Like Lettie said, I could do with you as I please. Maybe I should give you a rough time. Maybe, as Lettie also pointed out, it'd be a pleasure getting back at you. Yes, I've a good mind to accept her suggestion. I think I will."
He winced, his eyes turning scared. "You're beginning to sound and act just like Lettie."
"Well, why shouldn't I? We're alike in more ways than one. We even look alike."
"Not on the inside, though. That's where the difference is."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Lettie's cruel. You're not. You're basically a very nice person."
"Does she whip you often?" Fran asked.
Vince frowned. "Whenever the notion strikes her."
"Is it like she says? Do you enjoy being punished?"
"Hell no, of course not!"
"Then why do you let her treat you like she does?"
"I told you-I have to. I know it turns her on, the only way I can keep in good with her. So I allow her to torture me to keep her happy."
"Why is it so important to keep her happy? I mean, if you really don't enjoy being whipped by her. It doesn't make sense. You know what I think? I think you're lying, Vince. In fact I know you are."
"No! Listen, I'd never get to fuck her if I didn't put up with her streak of sadism. And I'd be the first to admit she's one terrific piece of ass. That's the reason. I swear it is!"
"Well, I like that!" Fran said, feigning new anger. "Here you are trying to fuck me and talking about what a wonderful fuck Lettie is! You're saying I'm second choice! You've got your nerve, Vince, you really have!"
He looked frustrated, trapped. It amused Fran. She found playing games with his emotions highly pleasurable, stimulating to her feminine ego.
"I-I was only trying to explain," he gulped. "Only trying to convince you-"
"Yes, that you like Lettie better than me! Yes, Vince you've certainly proved the point."
"I didn't mean it exactly that way! You're taking it all wrong!" He flushed red. "You get me all mixed up, Fran. You make me say things I don't really mean!"
"Well, just exactly what do you mean? You say something one minute, then change it the next. And that's how I know you're lying. And when a person lies, he ought to be punished. You know what I'm going to do, Vince? I'm going to get that whip off the chair and beat the hide clear off you. You deserve a good whipping for being such a liar."
"No... " The man looked cowed, scared. "Not you, Fran. You wouldn't be that much like Lettie. You wouldn't!"
"Ha, that's what you think!" She scrambled off the bed, got the whip, returned to hover over him. His expression turned to doubtful fright. Fear showed in his eyes, in the lines of his face.
"Don't whip me, Fran... don't!"
Fran stared at him. At first she'd merely been baiting him, taunting him, finding fun having him in doubt. Now a new feeling ran through her, an ecstatic sense of power, of a need to be cruel, to be wantonly sadistic. The sensation thrilled her. She drew back the leather whip. "You bastard!" she shouted. "You sniveling dirty bastard!" Some erotic and angry force released itself inside her.
The helpless man saw the threat in her eyes. He cringed. His body trembled. He turned pale.
"Don't, Fran... don't!"
She issued a mirthless laugh and swung the whip as hard as she could. The leather made a loud WHACK! when it struck his flesh, leaving a red streak across his shoulders. He sucked in his breath and froze. Then he opened his mouth and let out a blasting howl of shocked pain. "OWWWWW!"
It did something to Fran. His agonized scream lit some kind of fuse inside her, touching off a part of her personality she never knew existed. It thrilled every nerve in her body. It excited her to a point bordering on orgasm. She had to have more, a complete wanton release of fury. Vince read the intent glowing brightly in her eyes.
"No!" he cried, terrified. "You whip too hard, Fran! I can't take it! Lettie never hit me that hard!"
Wild laughter bubbled out of her. "You said yourself I wasn't like Lettie! Well, I'm not! I'm twice as mean as she is! As you're going to learn!"
"No! I can't stand it!"
She swung the whip again. Vince howled louder than the first time and another red streak appeared on his back. Frantic, now, he rolled off the bed to escape the venomous lash of the whip. She ran around the bed to catch him. He looked crazy with fear. He tried to run on his knees. Giggling, Fran followed, lashing him hard as she could. He cowered in a corner, trapped. The red marks were all over him. She paused. "Where're you going to run to now?"
"Fran, what's come over you! Don't do this to me! It's inhuman! You're carrying things too far! You've got to stop!"
"Who's going to stop me, Vince?" she taunted, the whip poised for another swing. "I told you I'd whip the hide clear off you, and I'm going to do it, and there's no way you can escape."
He cringed. "What do you want of me, Fran! Why are you doing this! Tell me what you want-I'll do it-I'll do anything!"
"I want to see you crawl, you bastard! I want to hear you beg and see you crawl!"
"I will, darling-I will! Just don't whip me anymore!"
"Squirm your way to me and eat my pussy!"
"Yes! Anything you say!"
"On your belly! Do it now!" Vince got on his stomach. He inched his way toward her with groaning difficulty, humping along like a human snail. He reached her feet. She leaned over, grasped a handful of his hair, helped him get to his knees. She arched her hips, pushing her pussy hair in his face. She ground her cunt against him. "Get it," she ordered. "Eat it! And make it good, damn you! Or I'll whip you raw!"
Vince ate and sucked pussy like a crazy man.
The door opened suddenly and Lettie sucked her head in. She saw Fran and Vince and what they were doing in the middle of the room. The two girls looked at one another, then both giggled.
"Having fun, precious?" Lettie asked.
"Loads," Fran answered, hunching in sensual response to the man's pussy-gorging. "How about you?"
"I never had it so good. John's a regular sex machine. Well, I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were enjoying yourself. And I can see you are," Lettie laughed. "Go ahead, make him cry the blues. Make him eat you. Whip him if he doesn't keep you happy. Have yourself a blast."
"Don't worry," Fran said happily, "I will."
Lettie closed the door and went away.
Fran looked down at Vince. She could see his eyes staring up as his tongue licked her pussy. His expression was tortured.
"Sorry for the interruption, Vince," she said sarcastically. "But now we can get busy again. I might as well tell you, I'm going to put you through hell."
"No," the man gurgled between licks. "No... "
"You'd better keep me cumming then. If I stop, I'll start whipping, you understand?"
He nodded frantically, his eyes horrified. His tongue licked with increased effort. Fran's eyes glittered with delight. She played small threatening lashes across his back with the whip. Vince groaned and gurgled as he burrowed his face in her cunt, his tongue swiping deep.
Fran loved it. She loved the feeling of power.
She loved the feel of his tongue stimulating her clit. Tingly sensations whipped up and down the entire length of her body. Her sense of evil became highly intensified. She threw her head back and bared her teeth in animalistic lust.
And the evening was young, her pussy swollen, her tits firmed, her nipples pointed red with excitement. There'd be much more ecstasy using Vince. She wouldn't waste a minute. She would have herself an orgy. Her body quivered in joyous anticipation. "Get it, Vince!"
CHAPTER TEN
Never in her wildest flights of fancy had Fran imagined she could enjoy sustained sensuality for such a long period of time. Already she had shuddered through numerous orgasms. Yet, rather than exhausting her, these newly-discovered pleasures enlivened her gleaming body to higher and higher states of erotic sensation.
Vince moaned and groaned as he obeyed her demands. She lay on the bed now with Vince bent over her quivering nakedness, plying every inch of her flesh with loud, noisy kisses. She had looped the end of the leather whip about his neck, tied it, and by jerking the handle she could hurt or choke him. She jerked it often, whenever his forced adoration of her body waned for a mere instant. He'd gag and turn red when she choked him.
She made him put noisy kisses over her body between orgasms. It kept her flesh glowing while she caught her breath and gradually readied her for more of his gusty pussy-eating.
She loved the feel of his hot mouth plastering moist kisses all over her, starting with her feet and working hungrily up her calves and thighs, belly and tits, arms, shoulders, throat, back down along her sides.
She turned on her tummy. His hot mouth smothered her back with kisses, worked down to her buttocks. He plastered her ass with kisses, his lips flying from one silky cheek to the other. She jerked the handle of the whip, giggled, and raised her tail suggestively. She felt his face press between her trembling cheeks and his tongue lick her ticklish ass.
Surprised, she rolled over. Her eyes widened. His hands were free of the nylon stocking and he was rubbing his wrists, glaring at her in cruel mockery.
"Now, bitch," he threatened and untied the whip from his neck, "you can believe me when I say you're going to get what's coming to you. And a hell of a lot more besides!"
"What-how?"
"Nylon will stretch if you keep straining. You should have known that, you stupid bitch."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice quaking. His mouth was twisted in a determined smirk. It terrified her. She tried to sit up. "I want to get out of here!"
He slapped her down with the flat of his hand. Her face burned and stung from the blow. Her cheek reddened.
"You're not going anywhere!" he swore. "This shindig has just begun. Now it's my time to call the shots."
"Get away from me! Don't you dare touch me!"
He laughed. He slapped her again. He ripped a pillowcase into strips. "This won't stretch like nylon," he said threateningly.
"You-you're going to tie me?"
"Tit for tat, beautiful. It's the way the old ball bounces."
"No! I won't let you! I'll scratch your eyes out!"
He threw his weight on her, chuckling as she struggled. He proved much stronger than she'd imagined. In minutes he had her bound spreadeagled on the bed on her stomach, the cloth strips fastened to the four corners of the bed.
"Now!" he said, gasping from the struggle. "Now we can get something done!"
"What are you going to do to me?"
He patted her bare buttocks appreciatively. "Pussy is for eating, gorgeous," he answered happily. "But ass is for fucking. Nothing in the world to match it."
She had to twist her neck in an effort to look at him. His eyes glowed bright anticipation. She could see his cock standing up straight and hard. It looked larger than before.
"Vince! You wouldn't! I couldn't stand it!"
"Want to bet?" he snickered.
"No! Not that, Vince! Please! You'll tear me-you'll ruin me!" Her ass tightened at the thought.
"You trying to tell me you've never been fucked in the ass before?"
"I haven't! I swear it, Vince! Please! Don't do it, I couldn't bear it! Look, I'll do whatever else you want. Only don't do it to me that way!"
"Ha, now look who's willing to crawl."
"I'll do anything Vince. I swear it!"
He held his cock toward her face, hefting it in his hand. "I might settle for a good blow job. Would you rather take it in the mouth than your tempting tight ass?"
She winced at the sight of his long prick, the knob swollen pink and large, like a rosy mushroom. "Yes... I'll even do that, Vince. I'd much rather... "
"Balls and all?" he propositioned. "Balls and all?"
She nodded. "I'll do whatever I have to do."
Grinning, he placed himself in a sitting position between her bound arms, his knees cocked over her shoulders, his crotch hovered at the top of her head. "Okay, do your stuff, baby. And make it good. I haven't had a good blow job in hell knows when."
Fran tried to raise her head. Being flat on her stomach made it nearly impossible. "I can't do it this way. Untie me, Vince. I won't try to get away. I'll still go through with it."
"Never happen," he laughed. "Here, you're not trying hard enough." He grabbed two handfuls of her hair, jerked her head up, bending her neck painfully. Her eyes felt bugged. His balls and cock were all she could see. She felt deep revulsion. She didn't know if she could take prick in her mouth or not. She thought she might gag. His cum sac was covered with sparse black hair and looked huge. His prick was hard and visibly pulsating, a white shaft running up past her nose. Vince read her thoughts.
"Want to change your mind?" he taunted. "You rather I fuck your virginal ass? I'll still give you a choice. I hope you'll say ass. I'd like that better. I'd rather jam my prick in a good tight ass-hole anyway. I'd rather fuck a girl in the ass than eat when I'm hungry. I'll rip your tail to shreds and set your guts on fire. That what you want, Fran? Make up your mind."
Tears stung her eyes. For a moment she couldn't decide which would be worse. But on second thought she knew the pain would be unbearable if he raped her ass-hole. No, she couldn't go that route. Just the idea horrified her.
"I-I'll suck you," she said.
"Get busy, then! Start sucking!" He jerked her hair. "Lick it first and then take it in the mouth. And you better do a good job, you hear? Gobble my cock like it's an all day sucker. I want to be sucked with enthusiasm!"
Cringing, Fran clamped her eyes shut, stuck out her tongue and commenced licking Vince's balls. They tasted salty. He scooted his crotch farther under her chin, catching his breath in rising excitement. "Wow, that's good, baby. You're doing real fine. Now lick my prick. Lick it all up and down. Lick the head. Damn, you got me jumping already! My prick's so hard it's about to bust! Come on, lick it, lick it, lick it!" He jerked her head higher so she could suck his long hard cock.
She licked her tongue up his shaft, feeling the smoothly muscled organ quiver.
"Make it juicy!" Vince said. "Oh, wow it feels good! Juice it up, Fran! Juice it!"
She wet her tongue and lips with her own saliva and ran them up and down the throbbing shaft. She could feel Vince's hands trembling in her hair. He gasped. "Start sucking! Start sucking! Oh, damn this is good!"
Having gone this far, Fran discovered she could perform the gruesome task without gagging. She was more revolted than nauseated. Still, it was miserable knowing she was doing such an unspeakable thing. It was outrageous and horrible.
On top of that, she was terribly uncomfortable. Her wrists hurt from her bonds, her neck hurt from being bent back. She felt sore all over.
The only way to end her misery, she suddenly decided, was to give him what he wanted as quickly as possible and be done with it. She could see no other alternative.
She spread her lips far as she could over his balls, drew the bag inside her mouth with difficulty. Her saliva ran freely. She sucked and chewed lightly.
She could feel his nuts inside the cum bag rub against each other as she softly chewed. Vince gasped his joy.
"My prick!" he cried. "Get my prick!"
She worked her saliva-filled mouth up his throbbing shaft, her wet tongue licking furiously. She couldn't stretch her neck far enough to reach the purplish head. Vince lifted her head by her hair and scooted farther beneath her, his cock jumping against her nose and eyes. He lowered her mouth over his leaping prick, the quivering knob bouncing between her parted lips. Her mouth filled with more saliva as she closed her lips around his swollen cock-head.
"Oh God!" Vince groaned ecstatically. "Oh God!"
Her forehead was buried in the pit of his groin and his drawn-up legs scissored her face. Vince groaned again.
"Suck it, baby! Suck suck suck! God, this is pure heaven!"
Fran sucked. She sucked and tongued the quivering prick as far down her throat as she possibly could, her mouth dripping wetness. The mushroom knob flared and trembled against the rear of her throat. "Oh-!" Vince moaned. "Oh, God!"
Gripping her hair tightly, he made rapid bucking motions, driving his prick in short strokes back and forth in her mouth. She had difficulty breathing. But she continued to suck and tongue, air wheezing through her flared nostrils. She was determined to make him blow his nuts and get this horror over with, the sooner the better. Perhaps then he'd release her and go away.
It got better and better for Vince as his body jerked in those short driving strokes. He groaned and moaned and held her head tightly as he fucked his prick up and down in her sucking mouth. She could feel the hard smooth cock pulsating against her tongue and the roof of her mouth and depth of her throat.
She sucked his prick for all she was worth, her cheeks drawn in like a juicy pump filled with saliva, lubricating, soaking his jabbing cock.
Vince issued a wild shriek. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
He blasted hot sperm against the back of her throat in squirting volleys. She kept sucking, determined to drain him.
"Yi-eee!" he yelled. "Ai-eee!"
Strangely enough, Fran realized the revulsion she'd felt had been forgotten. Instead, she experienced an incredible thrill. It came as total surprise that she could enjoy anything so lewd and degrading. Even the pain seem to add some erotic element of pleasure.
She continued sucking the spent prick. Vince sighed happily. "God, Fran, you blow a cock like a pro. I never had it any better."
Then, as she kept on sucking, he began to cringe. "Hey, that's enough. What you doing? Trying to kill me?" He laughed. "Or maybe you just like it so much you don't want to stop, huh? Well, sorry, beautiful, but I can't take it anymore. I feel like my nuts are being sucked clear out of my bag! Hey, hold it, will you?"
She didn't listen, just sucked harder. Vince swore a half-laugh and pushed her head off his cock. Her lips made a smacking sound as his prick escaped her hot mouth.
"You're something, Fran! You know that? You're really something! A natural born cocksucker. You've got talent, no doubt about it. God, what a blow-job!"
Fran buried her face in the bedsheet. "It's what you wanted, wasn't it? I did my best. Now, turn me loose."
"Well now, I don't know about that, hon. Maybe you've got other surprises to offer." He chuckled.
"We made a bargain, Vince! You said you'd turn me loose if I sucked you. And I did!"
"I didn't say I'd turn you loose. I gave you a choice, take it in the mouth or in the ass."
"I thought you meant you'd free me afterwards."
"Well, Fran, it's like this. I just wasn't built to pass up any opportunities. And looking at that gorgeous ass of your shakes me up something awful. It's an invitation I simply can't resist."
She read his thoughts. "Vince, no! Not in my rear! You promised, you promised! I couldn't stand it! You wouldn't be so mean!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Terrified, Fran knew there was no escape from the inevitable. Yet she couldn't help but struggle against her bonds. They didn't give in the slightest. She whimpered in desperate panic as she twisted and turned, cried and pleaded with Vince not to violate her ass. "I can't bear it, I can't, I can't!"
Vince chuckled as he busied himself pushing the big pillow underneath her stomach. "This'll elevate it just right. Oh, baby, it's going to be good! Hey, don't fight it so hard, hon. You're just wasting your breath and strength. You're going to need 'em both once I get my prick jammed in you to the hilt."
His threat added to her terror. "No! Oh my God! Vince, please! I'm begging you! Don't do it-don't!"
"How do you know you won't like it?" he challenged. "Plenty of girls do, you know. In fact some chicks get more kicks from ass-fucking than any other way. Maybe you will too." He patted her tail appreciatively, then stroked the smooth flesh. "You're jumping to conclusions, Fran. You're fighting something you don't know if you'll like or not."
"I'd never like it! I couldn't-it'd be impossible! It'll hurt too much!"
"Just at first, though," he laughed. "But once it's stretched to fit you might turn on to it. You might go crazy for it. Oh, what a beautiful ass. I can hardly wait."
"Don't," she pleaded.
She felt his warm breath on her ass. Then he was kissing the twin globes softly, savoring them. Suddenly he bit, pinching the skin between his teeth. She started. Her flesh stung. "What are you doing!"
"Just toning up your tail, sugar. Preparing it for the party. Sore and red it'll be so much more sensitive and responsive."
"You're an animal! You're nothing more than a beast!" She tried to twist her ass away from his stinging, nipping bites. It was hopeless. "It hurts!" she wailed. "It's painful!"
"Aw, you poor thing," Vince mocked. "Then I'll kiss 'em and make 'em all well." He kissed her buttocks, softly and soothingly, his hot breath fanning them. "You've got such a luscious ass Fran. I don't know whether I'd rather fuck it or kiss it. Which would you prefer?"
"Kiss it!" Fran said. "I can't stand that!"
He laughed. "I think I'll settle for plenty of both. I don't get a chance like this every day. I believe I'll just make a glutton of myself. You don't mind, do you?"
"I just wish you'd have a heart attack and drop dead," Fran told him angrily.
He kissed her smarting mounds some more, licked her flesh, then took another bite. She jerked each time he pinched her skin between his teeth. "Please stop, Vince," she repeated dismally. "Please!"
"This doesn't quite do the job," he said suddenly. "The whip should do much better."
He got the whip. She twisted her face around in order to see him. He grinned evilly, snapped the leather thong a few times, making it sound ominous. His cock was hard again, poking out from under the apron. "This'll make your tail red as a beet. And tender to the touch. It'll draw your cute little ass-hole up tighter than a bowline knot."
Fright quivered Fran's body. "You're crazy, Vince! You've lost your mind!"
Vince swung the whip. Fran cringed, then thought she'd faint when the leather slapped across her pained ass-cheeks, laying a path of fire over both buttocks. She shrieked and froze at the same time. "Oh don't-oh don't!"
"A couple more like that and you'll be fit for plucking," Vince laughed. "Your ass is flushing up real fine, just like I prefer it."
"Damn you!" she yelled. "Oh, damn you to hell! You animal, you vicious animal!"
"I love you, too," he mocked. He brought the leather down again, bringing another streak of fire to Fran's burning ass. Then he kept swinging. She jumped every time the whip made contact and she cried out. Her ass felt broiled. Her eyes ran tears. She writhed in misery and swung her ass from side to side in efforts to escape the punishment. All to no avail, however.
"I guess you're primed up well enough now," Vince said humorously. "All we need is a bit of lubrication. I bet your ass-hole is so tight I couldn't push a needle through it."
"You dirty bastard!" Fran yelled. "You damn sex fiend!"
"Listen to the girl," Vince snickered. "You sure don't sound like the charming female I hired for my secretary. You sound more like a two-bit whore, Fran. I'm surprised at you."
He moved away. "Ought to be a jar of vaseline here somewhere," he said. She heard dresser drawers being opened and shut. "Ah, here it is."
He came back to the side of the bed. He stood grinning down at her, his long hard prick standing straight out beneath the apron hem. "This'll do the trick."
His cock was on a level with her face. She watched him dig his fingers in the vaseline and rub it up and down the shaft of his cock, clear to his balls. He was making a production greasing his prick, apparently to frighten her all the more.
Fear ran through her. "No... " she groaned. "Please Vince, no... " He leaned over and greased between her buttocks.
He set the jar aside, got back on the bed with his knees between her helplessly spread legs. She felt his hands on her flanks, moving up and down them. "Oh, this is going to be good, sugar. I'm about to pop my nuts just anticipating it."
She felt the head of his cock being guided between her ass-cheeks as he pulled himself closer. Terror struck her. In a panic, she struggled violently to avoid the piercing of her anus. Laughing crazily, Vince flung his weight on her, moved his groin in unison with her swinging, dodging ass, his rod in the ass crease. He breathed excitedly. "Keep fighting it, Fran! This feels almost as good as having it in! Wow!"
"You bastard!" she cried. "I'll never forgive you if you do this to me! Don't, Vince! Don't! I can't stand it!"
Vince locked his arms around her belly, his cock slipping greasily up and down the cleavage of her jumping, cringing ass. He gurgled excitement. She felt his cock sliding back and forth against her ass.
Exhausted from her struggles and his weight on her, Fran weakened. She was doomed and she knew it. Vince breathed harder. He lifted and began punching his cockhead at her sensitive hole, gasping his eagerness. Fran forgot to breathe.
"Don't hurt me, Vince. Don't hurt me... "
He grunted and punched his swollen knob at her tightened anus. She thought she'd faint. Once more she forgot to breathe. She trembled and then froze. Her eyes felt widened and bulged.
Slowly, forcibly, he wedged his prick-head in her ass by fractions of inches. Fran whimpered and felt too tense to budge. "Oh God... "
Vince, gasping, continued the pressure. Each of them felt her ass surrendering. Then the tight band of sphincter muscle was overcome, and his cockhead pushed through. It set Fran's asshole on fire.
"No!" she shrieked. "No!"
Air wheezed from Vince's lungs in his excitement. He bucked his groin against her ass in short driving strokes until his cock was in her clear to the hilt. Fran thought she'd die. The pain was unbearable. It radiated out from her burning ass to every inch of her body. The asshole spasmed continually around Vince's piercing shaft. He groaned his ecstasy, shook with heightened excitement.
The revolting rape of Fran's asshole went on and on. She cringed and cried for mercy but there was no end to Vince's lustful cruelty. His cock plunged long strokes now, his balls slapping the base of her cunt.
Fran's misery knew no bounds. Her disgust, her sense of degradation, the searing pain of Vince's hard cock sliding with thrusting force in and out of her ass-hole overwhelmed her. But she could do no more than take it, wincing, gritting her teeth against the torture of each ass-splitting pierce of his prick.
Vince fucked with mindless gusto. His groin lifted and fell as each stab of his prick jammed far as it could in her, ending with a slap of his belly on her buttocks, a throbbing pulsation of his cockhead swelling in her guts.
Once more Fran met with surprise. The pain began to die away gradually, replaced by twinges of sensuality. At first she could hardly believe what was happening. It was incredible that such misery could transcend into pleasure.
Vince noticed the change. "You're liking it, huh?" he grunted. "You're turning on. I can tell." He drove his cock even harder, deeper in her.
"You bastard!" she yelled back. "You dirty animal!"
Vince laughed wildly. His excitement leaped. "God you got a sweet ass! Best fuck I ever had in my life! That's right, shove it back at me, Fran! Spread those cheeks and push 'em back. Oh God!"
The realization that she was lifting her ass to help him stunned her. But the driving force of plunging cock had indeed turned her on, pounding pleasurable feelings which reached every nerve in her perspiring flesh. He was right, the sensation was taking her over. She bucked her tail back against his stabbing prick, helping him slam it in to the fullest depth.
"I'm cumming!" Vince yelped. "It's so good I can't stand it! I'm cumming!"
And that's when the stateroom door opened and Lettie walked in.
CHAPTER TWELVE
John Hastings followed Lettie into the room. They stood and grinned down at Fran and Vince, who were still shuddering in lustful climax. Mixed emotions of shame and sensuality filled Fran. But her ass would not cease clenching Vince's buried shaft. The tight ring of her asshole fluttered and clutched around his throbbing, pumping prick. Vince gurgled his total bliss.
"Hand me the whip," Lettie said to John Hastings. When he did, she drew back her arm and struck Vince's bare ass a blow which raised an immediate red welt on his bare buttocks. The shocking pain caused him to slam his cock so far in Fran's ass she thought she felt it punch through into her stomach. Vince howled and fucked as Lettie sent more blows raining down on his flying ass. "Get off her, you sniveling creep! I didn't give you permission to tie Fran up like this and rape her. Get off her!"
"I can't, I'm still cumming!" Vince yowled.
"Then I'll whip your ass to raw meat," Lettie swore. She rained vicious blows, the leather biting into his flesh, criss-crossing it with ugly red welts. Vince yelled and jerked as each lash hit. He seemed beside himself with pain-pleasure. He drove his prick deeper and deeper.
Humiliated beyond words, Fran never-the-less could not control the blissful excitement of her own continuing orgasm. It held her stunned in overwhelming ecstasy. Her cunt juices wet the sheet as Vince drove his spurting cock up her ass canal.
Vince finally spent his orgasm. He withdrew his cock and rolled off the bed to escape another flesh-searing lash from Lettie. He howled when she got in one more stinging blow across his back as he scrambled away.
"Let me up from here!" Fran pleaded. "Untie me! I'm sore and hurting all over!"
"Yes, of course, precious," Lettie sympathized. "That creep! He's going to pay dearly for doing this to you. I'll make sure of it, don't worry."
Lettie freed Fran of her bonds. Fran sat up in the bed and massaged her wrists and ankles. She felt shamed and angered. But she managed to glare defiantly at all of them. John laughed at her. "You look like a flustered wet hen if I ever saw one," he needled.
"Shut up, John," Lettie scolded. "Fran's had it rough enough without you adding your stupid remarks. Fran, why don't you trot in the bath and clean yourself up. A hot shower will take away the soreness."
Fran swung her legs off the bed and headed for the bath. Her ass-hole hurt but she slung her hair arrogantly, determined not to show defeat. She refused to let the embarrassment get her down. Whether they knew it or not, this was a new Fran Richards they had in their presence. And the new Fran was ready for anything they could throw at her sexually. Just before she disappeared into the bath, she turned and hunched her pussy wantonly at John.
Both John and Lettie smiled their surprise.
The steamy hot shower helped and Fran felt almost normal again. She toweled her skin to a pink glow, sprayed her body with perfumed mist from a bottle she found, and then strolled out. She was surprised to find Lettie alone on the bed with her head propped up on a pillow.
"I sent them away," she said in answer to Fran's questioning glance. "They were pooped out anyway. I hope you don't mind."
Fran shook her head. "Not really. I would have liked to whip hell out of Vince once more for raping me in the ass. He nearly murdered my ass."
"Do you still hurt?"
"No," Fran said. "Actually I enjoyed it once I got over the initial discomfort." She strolled to the bed and sat on the edge beside Lettie. She felt Lettie's eyes roaming her body.
"You mean it was the first time you ever got it in the tail? Didn't your husband ever want it from behind?"
"Oh, he wanted it. He tried. But I raised hell with him for even mentioning it. I guess I was pretty foolish."
"Well, at least you know now it can be fun." Lettie smiled. "Tell me, Fran. What really broke you and your husband up? I'm curious."
Fran shrugged. "I was too naive for my own good. I can see it all now. Evan tried to tell me but I wouldn't listen. He got disgusted with me. He got a big job promotion and fell in with a swinging crowd and wanted me to join in their fucking parties. I refused."
"So you decided to call it quits?" Lettie asked. "Would you go back to him now, if he asked you?"
Fran thought for a moment. "I don't know, I'm not sure. Frankly, your life-style interests me enormously. I like the idea of being a free spirit, and I adore the kicks I've found since I've met you. You've changed me completely, I'm afraid. It doesn't matter, though. I'm certain Evan wouldn't want to patch up our differences. It's too late."
"Well, you'd know that better than I," Lettie said. She yawned and stretched her naked body. "We've had quite an evening of it. I suppose you're bushed, ready to sleep it off, right?"
"Don't be too sure," Fran laughed. "Speak for yourself, darling. Actually I feel just fine. I feel electric, totally alive!"
"You're kidding," Lettie said, smiling. "After all you've been through tonight?"
"Tonight has definitely turned me on," Fran enthused seriously. "I'll never be the same again. I feel like I could sex it up forever. I love it!"
"You mean you want more tonight? Now?" Lettie showed amazement.
"You promised me a lesbian. I want the experience."
Lettie stared at Fran for a long moment. "You mean it," she said. "You really mean it, don't you?"
"Of course I mean it," Fran said. "Why not? You said making it with a lesbian is the wildest kick ever, didn't you? Well, I want me one. I want to go the whole route, I want everything! I'm tingling all over with excitement. Every inch of me is hungry for thrills. I never felt like this before, and I adore it!"
Lettie chuckled, then bit her lower hp in thought. "I suppose I could call Hilda from the phone on the dock. She'd come flying, day or night."
"Is she lots of fun?"
"Barrels of fun," Lettie said. "Provided she's handled right. Remember what I said about finesse? You play hard to get. It drives a lesbian wild. And Hilda is a ravenous chick before she even gets started."
"Is she in love with you?"
"She's in love with the female body, period. The only reason she's hooked on me is that I know just what it takes to get the most from her."
"Then she'd want you, not me." Fran frowned.
Lettie shook her head. "Not necessarily. Look at Vince. He came here wanting me, but you took him over. It'll be the same with Hilda. You just tempt her a little and she'll go ape for you. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about."
"All right, if you say so."
Lettie slid off the bed. "Hold the fort till I get back. I'll put on a robe and use the phone on the dock. Be back in a few minutes."
Lettie left and Fran threw herself on the bed, smiled at the overhead and stretched her body deliriously. She thought about her husband. If Evan could see her now! He wouldn't believe his eyes! He'd think he was dreaming!
Remembering, Fran laughed softly to herself. It'd be a different game now, she decided. This new thrill-hungry girl she'd become would welcome the biting pain, seek it, enjoy it! Pain added something wonderful, she had discovered. It was the delicious shock which electrified the flesh and caused the nerves to sing. It snapped you totally alive. Yes, Evan would be amazed at the new Fran. He definitely would!
Fran decided that maybe the breakup with Evan was turning out for the best after all. Otherwise she would have gone on being the naive, inhibited girl she'd always been, denied the joys and sensual pleasures she was now discovering through her relationship with Lettie. She owed much to Lettie. Lettie knew how to live!
Lettie returned in a few short minutes, smiling success. "Hilda will be here as fast as her legs will bring her," she laughed. "She jumped at the chance to come over. I believe you're going to adore my friend Hilda. She's really something out of this world."
Lettie threw off the robe, climbed on the bed beside Fran. "I told her just to come on aboard, that she'd find us in the master stateroom."
"You told her about me?"
"Sure, why not? To Hilda it means double the fun. She sounded very excited at the prospect."
"Good," Fran said. "I'm looking forward to meeting her." She shivered visibly and Lettie laughed at her.
"Fran, precious, I'm afraid you've turned into a one-hundred-percent sex kitten. You're beautiful!"
"I feel beautiful," Fran laughed.
Lettie moved and kissed Fran's lips. "Perhaps I'm making a mistake inviting Hilda. Or anyone else. Maybe I should keep you for myself. I could end up jealous, you're such a prize."
Fran giggled. She captured Lettie's face in her hands and kissed her, her mouth warm and sugary. Their lips blended deliciously. Lettie moaned. Fran pushed her tongue in Lettie's mouth and moved it sensually around Lettie's tongue. Lettie trembled and sucked Fran's tongue.
When Hilda arrived she found them flushed and sexually aroused, their arms and legs entwined and their naked bodies writhing together. Fran was the first to realize the blonde girl's presence. She disentangled herself from Lettie's arms, giggled and said, "Hold it, darling. We have company."
Obviously displeased at the interference, Lettie frowned as Fran sat up. Lettie was breathing hard. "Darn it," she complained, "I've played the fool this time. I should have kept you for myself, and to hell with Hilda. I don't know what I was thinking about."
Fran laid her fingers across Lettie's mouth to shush her. "Don't hurt Hilda's feelings," she said, smiling at the blonde girl who now looked mystified. "Hilda, I'm Fran. Don't pay any attention to Lettie. She didn't mean what she said."
Hilda shrugged and appeared doubtful. Fran thought she was very beautiful. She was tall, slim, and had a definite feline grace. "I hope she didn't," she said softly. "I'd hate to think I'm intruding."
"Lettie was only joking. Please don't be offended."
"Like hell I was!" Lettie muttered. She pushed up to a sitting position beside Fran, stared at Hilda. "But now that you're here, you may as well join the party. That is, if you're still in the mood."
"Oh, I'm always in the mood, darling. You know that."
Hilda started taking off her clothes.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"On second thought," Lettie said icily, "I think I'll get lost. I'm bushed and need my sleep." She scrambled off the bed, her aggravation easily apparent.
Fran stared, wondering what had come over Lettie so suddenly. "Don't go, darling. I wish you wouldn't... "
"Why not?" Lettie's tone was bitter. "Hilda hasn't looked at me once. Just you. I can read the signs. I'd only be in your way."
Fran realized the truth of Lettie's statement. From the moment Hilda had entered she'd had eyes only for Fran. And now, surprising as it was to see, Lettie was jealous, actually angry. Her jealousy amazed Fran. It was difficult to imagine Lettie being jealous of anything or anybody. The role didn't fit her.
"Now don't you be childish, darling," Fran said to the pouting Lettie. "Hilda wants you to stay and so do I. We both do, don't we, Hilda?"
Hilda stood with one knee resting on the side of the bed, gazing down at Fran, completely ignoring Lettie. She lifted her lovely white shoulders in a shrug and said nothing. She obviously wanted Lettie to leave. Fran felt stunned.
"Well, that does it!" Lettie flared. She grabbed up her robe and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her. Fran stared after her and wondered if she should go and attempt to bring her back. But before she could decide, Hilda interrupted, her lithe nakedness at complete ease.
"Forget her," Hilda said calmly. "She'll get over it. I'm glad she's gone. It'll do her good to be tossed down off her high horse once in her life. She had it coming."
"Did you get the impression Lettie was jealous?" Fran asked. "I did. And I can't believe it."
"She definitely is," Hilda smiled. "She's green with it."
"But why? I don't understand."
"How long have you known Lettie?"
"Just a short while," Fran admitted. "But I never thought she'd be the jealous type. I'm amazed."
Hilda sat beside Fran, her eyes boldly surveying Fran's body, "Lettie is a selfish, self-centered bitch," the blonde declared matter-of-factly. "You'll find out for yourself if you hang around her much. She's cruel, and she'll do anything for money."
"She's been very nice to me," Fran said. "She's been exceedingly friendly."
"Then she expects something in return. Lettie doesn't lift her finger for anyone unless there's something in it for her."
"There couldn't be anything for her in my case," Fran defended. "No way she can profit from me."
"Suit yourself, darling, but don't forget-I told you. Anyhow, let's forget Lettie. You're very beautiful and I adored you the minute I saw you." Hilda put her fingers on Fran's thigh and caressed her skin appreciatively, as though sampling the feel of sheerest silk. "Lovely," she purred. "Absolutely lovely. May I?"
"Of course," Fran smiled, not knowing exactly what the lesbian meant.
Hilda dropped her lips to Fran's thigh, drifted kisses along the perfumed surface. It excited Fran, filled her with a feeling of delicious perversity. The idea of being made love to by a woman stirred her sense of sinful adventure. She looked forward to it eagerly. She hoped it was going to be as wildly thrilling as Lettie had promised. Fran sighed and stretched her body voluptuously.
Hilda gasped. "God you turn me on, darling," she whispered huskily. "The instant I saw you I nearly went to pieces. You have such natural sex appeal."
Fran giggled. "More than Lettie?"
"Twice as much." Hilda kissed her thigh again, more warmly than before. "No, ten times as much."
"You're trying to flatter me," Fran said, raising the knee of the thigh the lesbian was enjoying. "Nobody has more sex appeal than Lettie. She's the last word in studied sensuality. I think she has made an art of it. I wish I knew half as much as she does."
"As beautiful as you are, you don't have to know anything. You don't have to learn anything. All you have to do is relax and let the pleasures of life come to you."
"You're still flattering me," Fran teased. "Lettie and I are built just alike, we almost look like twins. So how could I be more attractive than she?"
"Almost, but not quite the same," Hilda murmured. She kissed up the thigh to Fran's knee, then down along the calf of her leg. "You're more desirable because there's a certain unexplainable element in you that overshadows Lettie. It's a natural talent to excite. Lettie has it, too."
"You sound like a lady professor," Fran laughed. "You must be highly educated."
"I teach school," Hilda explained while running her moist lips up and down Fran's smooth calf. "Do you enjoy being kissed like this, darling? You taste divine."
"It feels very pleasant," Fran admitted. "You do it so nicely. I'm starting to tingle all over."
"Haven't you ever been made love to by someone like me?"
"No," Fran said. "Lettie and I played around some, but she's not a-a... "
"Lesbian?" Hilda finished for her. "No she isn't, not in the true sense. Lettie tries anything for kicks, and she's a bit on the bi-sexual side, but it's not the same, believe me."
"I believe you." Fran quivered as Hilda stroked her calves, her fingers following the soft muscular lines, gripping them lightly, appreciatively. Fran's heart beat rapidly in response. Hilda kissed her knees while her hands stimulated Fran's sense of excitement by squeezing and caressing her calves. Fran could feel her leg muscles twitch and jerk and little twinges of electricity run through her body.
She loved the feeling. Hilda apparently knew how to turn a girl on very quickly, she decided. She possessed expertise. Fran sighed deep contentment. This could very well prove to be the most thrilling experience of her new sexual career, she mused happily. On the other hand, though, she didn't want to forget what Lettie had told her about wringing the most pleasure from a lesbian. About the fine art of resistance and how you could use it to drive a lesbian to total distraction.
The idea fascinated Fran. The excitement of overpowering another human being through sex, bringing them to their knees and enslaving them, then enjoying them to the fullest, had to be the last word in erotic pleasure. Fran's thoughts turned cunning. She decided on a plan of action.
She forced herself to issue a disappointed moan and pushed to a sitting position. "Oh, I'm sorry, Hilda, but I'm afraid this just isn't my bag. It was all Lettie's idea to get you over here, and to tell the truth I wanted the experience. But now I see the mistake. This female to female bit isn't doing a thing for me. I'm sorry. I really am."
Hilda looked up, her face flushed. "I-I thought you said you were enjoying it... "
Fran smiled wanly, shook her head. "I lied, I'm afraid. I tried to make myself believe I was enjoying your lovemaking, but why kid myself? I don't. I guess I'm just hooked on men. I hope you won't feel badly toward me. Honestly, though, I don't think we should let this go any further."
"Don't say that!" Hilda blurted. "Not yet please! You haven't given us a chance. Listen, I've never met a girl I couldn't please. And anyway, I've already got you in my system. I want you! I must have you!"
"That's why we should stop now, darling, before matters go from bad to worse. Don't you see? It wouldn't be fair to you. It'd only lead to frustration and disappointment. You'd hate me afterwards."
"No... you can't possibly mean this... " Hilda looked ready to burst into tears. "I've had just enough to set me on fire! You couldn't do this to me, Fran. You wouldn't! I love you! I'm dying to make love to you!"
"But it's so pointless, darling," Fran insisted. "I don't feel the same toward you. I can't respond. It'd all be so-so one-sided."
"Then let it be one-sided!" Hilda said eagerly, grasping at the one straw of hope Fran had cleverly planted in her mind. "I don't care! Fran, please... please!" Hilda peppered Fran's feet with frantic kisses. "I love you so! I want you terribly!"
Fran smiled down at the distraught girl, amused at the abrupt change in her. She was begging, actually begging! And so quickly, too. Fran felt a flush of confidence, a sense of power. She shivered in her joy of victory and grew excited at the prospect of totally enslaving the woman. It promised to be marvelous fun, just as Lettie had told her.
Fran bent forward and stroked the girl's head. She realized the caress would stimulate the lesbian. She pretended to be consoling her. "Is it really so important to you, darling?" she asked.
Hilda moaned. "Yes! Oh yes! If you only knew!" She grasped Fran's hand, buried her hips in the palm. She kissed Fran's fingers hungrily. "I adore you!"
Fran found Hilda's devotion exceedingly pleasant. She allowed the girl to continue kissing her hand. She had never seen a female so sexually distraught. It was amazing. She would never have believed it. The way Hilda was carrying on, pleading and begging, she should surely prove most exciting once all the barriers were down and she was allowed free rein in her lovemaking. The girl was wild for her flesh.
Well, Fran smiled and thought, the thing to do was make her even wilder. That way she could see the possibility of enjoying a mad orgy. The girl could provide more excitement than she'd experienced to date. She imagined it'd prove heavenly being eaten alive by another female. A tremor ran through Fran at the thought.
"I really don't know what to do," Fran said. "I don't care for this sort of thing, but I hate to make you unhappy."
"I'll prove how much I love you, Fran! I'll turn you on, I promise! You won't be sorry. Give me a chance. Please, darling, please!"
Hilda returned her adoration to Fran's feet, kissing and licking them in her anguish. Fran found the situation exquisite. She smiled cunningly to herself.
"Oh, I don't suppose it'll kill me, Hilda. And if it means so much to you... " Fran lay back, loving the feel of hungry lips peppering her feet, the touch of a warm moist tongue licking them. It made her feel absolutely queenly. Pleasurable tinges went up her legs. She sighed and relaxed.
Hilda's lips crawled up her ankles, moving from one to the other, to her smooth calves. She licked both calves along the insides. Fran drew up her knees. Hilda licked ticklish paths up her legs, moaning over the soft inner thighs.
Fran's breathing quickened. It was glorious feeling the moist tongue licking its way toward her cunt. She felt her pussy swelling, wanting the tongue to delve between her cunt-lips and bring ultimate ecstasy to her body. She took a deep breath. Her heart fluttered in anticipation.
But then she remembered. She didn't want to make it too easy for Hilda. That would spoil the additional fun.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Fran clenched her fingers into a tight fist. The feeling was electric. Hilda was licking her pussy and Fran didn't know if she could bear the thrill or not. Her mouth hung open in wanton response and her teeth were bared in an animalistic grimace.
Fran fought desperately to keep her self control. She was determined to make the most of the situation. But the suspense played havoc with her emotions and nerves. With her heart pounding it was difficult not to gasp and betray her true state to the lesbian.
Fran bit her lower hp hard in an effort to contain herself. She stared upward, her eyes wanting to roll back in her head. Never had she felt such crackling sensation. Lettie had been good, but nothing to equal this. And Hilda hadn't even got started yet.
Hilda apparently had her own definition of finesse, Fran decided. She was not acting the glutton. She licked Fran's cunt slowly, appetizingly, as though savoring the essence of Fran's body with studied relish.
Fran choked back a moan. She felt tempted to say to hell with the finesse bit, grasp the lesbian's hair and pull her face inside her cunt and threw her ass into action, get her wild kicks and be done with it. On second thought, she knew she shouldn't. She'd simply miss too much. It'd be foolish. She'd be defeating herself.
Fran bit her own knuckle to help compose her run-away emotions. She was glad Hilda couldn't see her face, witness the expression of lust that was surely there. It would give away Fran's secret manipulations; bare her true response to the lesbian's hot tongue. This would spoil everything. But down there kissing her pussy, Hilda couldn't possibly see her face. That was certainly a blessing.
Fran could hear the lesbian's deep sighs of passion and feel the hunger of her tongue warming to hot desire. The kisses on Fran's cuntlips grew more intensely intimate, like the gradual merging of two mouths in a breathtaking kiss.
Fran decided it was time to put on the brakes, see what would happen. She moved abruptly. She sat up, pushed Hilda's face from between her legs, clamped her thighs together, swung them to one side, away from the surprised woman.
"No, I'm sorry," Fran said. "I can't go through with it. It seems so wrong somehow."
Hilda issued a cry of dismay. Face flushed, she pressed frantic kisses on Fran's arms and shoulders and throat and tits, her tongue whipping across Fran's nipples. "Don't do this to me, Fran!" she whimpered. "It's too late for me. I can't stop now! It's impossible!"
Fran shook her head. "But you must stop, darling. Oh, I never should have let it go so far. I don't know what I was thinking about! I might have known I wouldn't like it, couldn't go through with it."
Hilda was raised on all fours now, pressing forward on hands and knees, her mouth peppering Fran's body, her expression frustrated. "You must let me love you, Fran! You must, you must! I can't stand it!"
Fran stifled a giggle, feigned sadness instead. Gently she pushed Hilda's mouth from her body. "Please don't be difficult about it, darling. Stop kissing me and you'll soon cool off. You're only making it worse for both of us, and I don't want to be angry with you. I realize it's as much my fault as yours it got started, but we have to stop now."
Hilda stared, her lower lip quivering. She looked ready to burst into tears. "No, Fran, no!" Her voice was an impassioned hiss, an intense pleading. "Please... please please please... "
Fran studied Hilda's emotionally charged features with hidden delight, her own face displaying mild sympathy. She caressed Hilda's cheek in a mock gesture of concern.
"Don't beg, Hilda. Don't beg me... " She drifted her fingertips across the lesbian's trembling lips. "I wish I could do as you want, but it simply isn't in me. It isn't for me... please try to understand."
"Fran! For God's sake! No, I don't understand! It can't hurt you to let me make love to you, it can't be so distasteful to you! I want you so badly it's tearing me to shreds! I'll die if I don't have you!"
"Shush, Hilda, don't talk like that." Fran moved her fingers over the fired-up lesbian's mouth, ostensibly to calm her, but knowing it would further inflame her. Hilda looked ready to swoon from the effect. Then she began kissing Fran's fingers madly, trying to suck them, her eyes large and bright with desire.
Secretly delighted, Fran continued to tease Hilda's lips while still pretending sympathy. It drove the lesbian berserk. Hilda whimpered and made low sobs of unintelligible supplications. Her tongue flicked about the fingertips which were lightly caressing her lips. She looked so overcome with desire that Fran could hardly believe it.
Yes, Lettie had been so right! Fran watched the girl's antics with almost clinical detachment. Hilda was a slave of lust and it was fun tormenting her, playing with her emotions, stimulating her to higher and higher states of arousal.
"Please, Fran! Oh God, please!" Hilda captured Fran's index finger in her mouth, sucked it frantically. Fran let her. It was highly amusing. Hilda moaned. Her eyes turned glazed. Fran felt her tongue curling about her finger, savoring it.
"Oh, this isn't helping matters any," Fran said. She jerked her finger away. "I don't know what to do with you, Hilda. I wish you'd cool off and be sensible."
Fran lay back again, knowing the woman would be right after her. Hilda was on her instantly, sobbing, planting kisses on her belly, her breasts, sucking hard at her nipples. Fran felt her nipples firming. It was getting better all the time. She looked forward to more and more excitement. At this rate Hilda would be ready to eat her up inch by thrilling inch.
Hilda twisted her head from side to side, noisily sucking one swollen nipple after the other. Fran's smile widened. This was glorious!
"Damn you!" Hilda suddenly paused and yelled. "You bitch, you damn cruel tricky bitch!"
"What do you mean?" Fran sat up in utter surprise. Hilda was staring angrily. Fran wondered what had come over her. "What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about!" Hilda accused. She pointed toward the dressing table. "I saw your reflection in the mirror. You've been laughing at me and teasing the life out of me just for fun. Oh, how could you be so cruel! What kind of a person are you? I can't believe this! I can't!"
Fran knew she'd been caught red-handed and there was no need play-acting any longer. She shrugged, smiled, and looked at Hilda. "So? What are you going to do about it?" Her tone carried challenge. "Grab your pink panties and run home? I couldn't care less. So why don't you, Hilda? Why don't you get dressed and go?"
Hilda blinked and stared. Her lower hp quivered. She looked confused, more so than previously. She started to say something, hesitated as though rendered speechless.
Fran laughed in her face. "I asked you a question, Hilda. Answer me! Why don't you get up and leave?"
"Why-why are you doing this... " The anger was gone, replaced by a tone of frustration.
"Because I want to, what else?" Fran spoke with blatant sarcasm. Now that the cat was out of the bag, she figured she might as well put the affair to the ultimate test.
"You sound just like Lettie. This is exactly the way she treats me."
"And why shouldn't I?" Fran mocked. "I am like Lettie."
"You're both so cruel... " Hilda shook her head sadly. "You thrive on creating misery in others. I don't understand. I don't understand either of you."
"Oh, don't look so shocked, darling," Fran smiled and patted Hilda's cheek. "It's all so very simple. I like to play sex games. Lettie taught me how. And if you don't approve, all you have to do is dress and get lost. Nobody's holding you."
"Evil... " Hilda's eyes bespoke the torment boiling inside her. "You're so incredibly evil... Both of you are."
Fran laughed. "Of course! You don't see me denying it, do you? I love being evil! But don't forget, darling, if you don't like it you certainly don't have to take it. I wouldn't lift a finger to stop you." She ceased patting the lesbian's cheek and began lightly caressing her entire face. Hilda's expression turned to deeper misery. She did nothing to stop Fran's teasing.
"Oh... " Hilda whined piteously. "Oh, what are you doing to me? It-it's all so confusing... "
"On the other hand, darling, if you want to remain and be nice about it, we can still have a good time." Fran encircled Hilda's trembling lips with her fingertips. "Actually, I adore having you kiss my body. You do it so exquisitely, so sensationally. I'd love to feel your kisses all over me, from bottom to top, turning on every inch of me. You'd like that too, wouldn't you, precious?"
Hilda looked stunned, almost hypnotized under the spell of Fran's tempting suggestions. Her voice broke slightly when she spoke. "And you won't torture me anymore?"
Fran smiled. "I didn't say that, darling. I may and I may not. It would depend on how much pleasure you give me." She drifted her fingers back and forth across Hilda's lower lip, touched the tip of her tongue fleetingly. Hot desire filled Hilda's eyes. She looked stoned on lust. A giggle escaped Fran. "Well, precious, what will it be? Do you want to stay on my terms, or leave? Make up your mind."
Hilda swallowed noisily. "I-" Fran laughed and fell back on the bed, stretched her arms and legs deliciously. "Don't take all night deciding. I'm impatient. Get right or get lost. One or the other. I'm hot to trot and ready for thrills. But I won't stay like this long unless something happens. So hurry, Hilda. Before I change my mind."
Hilda caught her breath in a gasp of lust. She plunged her face to Fran's naked belly, kissing and crying. Fran laughed. Hilda ran hungry kisses up and down Fran's writhing form. She sucked at Fran's flesh as though she couldn't get enough of it. She issued desperate sounds, greedy noises of desire.
Fran thrilled beneath the onslaught of her hot lips. She squirmed, twisted, rolled from side to side. The hungry mouth followed every curve of her excited body.
"Wheee!" Fran sang out. "Now you're getting with it, Hilda! This is more like it! This is what I love! Wowww!"
"You're delicious," Hilda cried between smacking kisses. "So terribly delicious."
Fran rolled over on her stomach. She giggled hysterically when the hot kisses warmed over back, her buttocks, along her thighs, in the hollows of her knees and the curves of her calves. Hilda's lips tickled her feet, sending quivers clear through Fran's quaking flesh.
"I've got to eat you!" the lesbian cried. "I want to love your pussy!"
Fran turned on her back again. "Not yet, darling! This is too good to finish! I love your kisses... love 'em, love 'em, love 'em!"
"I can't wait! I can't, Fran!"
Hilda went for Fran's pussy, moaning with desire. Laughing, Fran thwarted the attempt. She pushed at the lesbian's head and curled her body about Hilda's burrowing head and wouldn't allow her to quite reach what she wanted. Hilda doubled her efforts, frantic to eat pussy. Fran struggled to deny her. It had the effect of driving the lesbian mad with lust. It was hilarious. It became a sex-war between two naked bodies, one laughing, one crying. Fran's excitement reached new highs. She redoubled her efforts in the joyous, glorious struggle.
Hilda was reduced to whining mush. She gave up in sobbing defeat. "Please, Fran... Please!"
"Please what, darling?"
"Let me eat you, Fran... "
"Eat what?" Fran mocked.
"Don't keep teasing me. Your pussy... your pussy."
"But you said I was evil, Hilda. Don't tell me you'd eat the pussy of an evil girl!"
"I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean it."
"You did, too!" Fran insisted. "You said Lettie and I both are evil." She put her palm on Hilda's warm forehead and ran it down over the anguished features. The lesbian sobbed.
"Fran! For God's sake! Don't do this to me!"
"Are you sorry you called me evil?"
"Yes! Oh, yes, darling. I'm sorry... I'm so very, very sorry."
"Then what kind of girl am I, Hilda? Tell me."
"You're... a lovely, kind, wonderful person, darling."
"And you mean that? You swear you do?" Fran challenged.
"I mean it with all my heart!"
Fran laughed. She patted the tortured face. "In that case, perhaps we can get along much better. Do you still want to eat me?"
"Yes! Oh, yes yes yes! Please, Fran, please!"
Fran fell back on the bed giggling. Hilda gasped with excitement and started for her. Fran said, "Wait a minute. Put a pillow under my ass."
Trembling, Hilda quickly obeyed.
"Okay," Fran smiled. "I'm yours. Make it good."
Hilda lost no time. She covered Fran's swollen cunt with her mouth. She moaned horribly. She ran her tongue as far as she could inside Fran. Fran felt giddy with delicious sensation. The tongue slithered around and then concentrated on her clit. Fran grasped handfuls of Hilda's hair, pulled on it while her hips began to hunch. Half of the lesbian's face buried between Fran's pussy-lips.
It felt so sensational Fran thought she'd die from excitement. Instead, she came. Electric currents ripped her flesh. She squealed insane joy and bucked her ass rapidly. Her heels raked up and down the lesbian's back, lightly kicking. Her legs entwined Hilda's head, then stretched, then entwined again.
Fran orgasmed twice more before she came down to earth. She struggled to escape the gorging mouth. "Wait a minute, Hilda!" she cried happily. "Give me a chance to breathe!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Surprise!" Lettie said and walked into the room. "I have a visitor for you, Fran. You'd never guess who it is."
Fran moaned, eyes closed in her sensual spell. Her elevated ass writhed on the pillow. Hilda's face was still buried in her cunt.
"Don't bother me now," she-said, voice husky with passion. "I'm in seventh heaven." Her fingers clenched and unclenched in the lesbian's hair, her sharp nails scraping Hilda's scalp.
Vaguely, as in a half-dream, Fran was aware of other faces hovering over her, grinning down at her. She didn't care. Sensation was all that mattered now, was the only thing worth living for. The thrill. The gorgeous brain-reeling bliss of exquisite sensuality.
She moaned again and lifted her ass higher. Hilda's tongue ran deep. The hungry mouth sucked, engulfing her stone-hard quivering clit, shooting wave after wave of crackling thrills through her flesh and bones and brain and body.
"Fran... Fran... " Lettie's voice sounded far away. "Open your eyes. Look who's here."
"Go away... leave me alone," Fran murmured.
"But it's your husband! It's Evan!"
Even this had small effect on Fran. She looked up through glazed eyes and became conscious of Evan standing above her, smiling, his expression expectant. Fran's shoulders made a shrug. "So what?" she said impatiently. She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. "Take him away, too. I can't be bothered right now."
"Damn," Evan's voice said curiously. "What have you done to her, Lettie?"
"What you hired me to do! You wanted your wife transformed, sexually liberated. That's what I've done."
"Maybe you went a little too far. She-she hardly recognizes me. I didn't want that. I love her, I always have and always will. It was just that she had so many inhibitions, was so naive it was ridiculous. It was spoiling our marriage."
"Now, listen, Evan." Lettie's tone was irritated. "Don't start handing me complaints. You said you wanted Fran put through every sex route in the book. Totally liberated, you said. You were very specific about it. Well, totally means totally!
And I've delivered. You'll find you have a sex kitten on your hands now, who's ready for anything. Actually, she was easy to corrupt. The bitchy instinct was in her all the time, just needed release. Once the chains were broken, all her inhibitions flew the coop. She exploded into freedom. She's all sex and sensuality now. She'd fuck a dog if you threw one at her. So stop griping, Evan. You got what you paid for!"
"Yes... I suppose you're right," Evan said, his tone doubtful. "I'm wondering now if it was for the best. You may have done too good a job. Look at her! She's like an animal fucking that lesbian's head! She is an animal!"
"Don't blame me," Lettie snapped. "It was your idea."
"I'm not blaming you," Evan said. "I admit it, I arranged everything. I bribed the guy at the employment agency, got him to send her here for the secretarial job, bribed Vince to hire her."
"And hired me to turn her on sexually," Lettie added. "Now you seem disappointed at the result. I don't understand you, Evan. What's the matter with you, anyway?"
"I don't know, really," he sighed. "I guess I'm having second thoughts on the matter. Seeing her like this does something to me. Fran was so sweet, naive... innocent before."
"Too late to worry about that now," Lettie said. "If you've changed your mind, I'm sorry. I just did the job you paid me to do."
"What's the leather whip on the chair for?"
"Part of the course," Lettie laughed. "And I'm warning you, Fran loves to use it. You'd better be careful. She can be very cruel."
The tall handsome man shook his head and winced. "Do you suppose we can tear those two apart? I'd like to talk to Fran."
"Sure. But Fran isn't going to like it."
* * *
Face flushed, Fran sat up in bed, staring angrily at her husband. He and Lettie had pulled the woman from her and Lettie had dragged Hilda from the room. Fran was still flustered from the loss of her orgiastic pleasures.
"You bastard!" she screamed at Evan. "I heard you and Lettie talking. You employed her to turn me on! Well, she did and I hope you're satisfied! Not that it's going to do you any good. I hate you! Get out! Get your divorce, sooner the better. I'm a free spirit now and I love it! I hope I never have to leave Lettie."
Evan frowned. "You don't mean that, Fran. I love you. I did what I did for one reason only. To save our marriage."
"Tough," Fran said, her face a twisted sneer. "I bleed for you. I don't want marriage. I want freedom!"
"But don't you see, darling? Everything will be good between us now. You've shed your embarrassment, your sexual inhibitions. And believe me, I've gone to a lot of expense toward that end."
"Then you threw away your money. I'm not for you, Evan. No one person could ever satisfy me again. I've learned I like all kinds, anybody who can give me a thrill, kooks included. I'm in love with the world and all the sex it has to offer." She laughed and threw out her arms in an all-inclusive gesture.
Evan stared, his face pale. "I don't want to lose you, Fran. I love you. I can't live without you. If I'd known you were going to change this much, especially toward me, I'd never have hired Lettie to work on you. The divorce talk was a bluff. I wasn't about to let you get out of my life. I'd be miserable without you."
"Sorry about that," Fran mocked, laughing softly. "You'll have to stand it." She lay back, stretching her nakedness before him. She stroked her own body, slowly, sensually, lovingly. Her eyes turned dreamy.
Evan moved toward her. "You're so beautiful... so incredibly beautiful."
"Yes," Fran smiled.
"What do I have to do to win you back, darling? How can I make amends? I'll do anything, anything you say. Just please forgive me. I must have you. No other woman will ever do."
"Do you mean it? You'd do anything?"
"Yes! I swear, Fran! Give me another chance, darling! Please!" His lips fell to her upraised thigh, his mouth moved hungrily along it. Fran felt the excitement of sweet irony. It ran through her flesh like an exhilarating wine.
"Take off your clothes, Evan."
"Yes, of course, darling! I know, I understand. You're all steamed up from that girl Hilda. You need release. I'll take care of you. I'll give you all the love you can bear!"
Evan stripped, slinging his clothes on the chair. Fran watched him, her lips in an evil curl. She sat up. "Now hand me the whip."
Evan looked surprised. "The whip? What for?"
"Do it!" She extended her hand. He stared at her. His face turned pink, then deeply flushed.
"You-you don't intend on using it on me?"
"Of course I do!"
"But why? I don't see-"
"Because I feel like it, you bastard, that's why! You wanted a hot wife and you've created one. Now you can reap the rewards! Hand me the whip, damn you! Give it to me!" She snapped her fingers and once more extended her hand.
Dumbly, Evan handed her the whip. His color drained. He paled. "Punishment," he breathed. "You plan to punish me for what I've done."
"How'd you guess?" Fran snickered, cruelty edging her voice. "You've got it coming! And I love to dish it out! It turns me on something terrific!" She stood up. Her eyes brightened.
"Fran, don't do this," Evan said.
She laughed in his face. "You'll either take it and crawl or you'll run away, I don't care which. But if you stay, your life is going to be miserable from now on. I'll make certain of that, believe me. I'll make you miserable every day of your life! And I'll enjoy doing it!"
